#tomxreader

[riddleswhcre]

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tom riddle doesn’t know how to be gentle. good thing you don’t want him to be.

warnings: smut, degradation, choking, dom!tom, creampie, mild dumbification, brat-taming.

ᐟᐟ ⟢ a/n: inspired by i love you hoe by 9lives & odetari. enjoy <3

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"you love it when i fuck you like this, don’t you?"

his voice is silk and venom, curling around you like a curse, like a promise. tom riddle isn’t gentle. tom riddle doesn’t know how to be gentle.

his fingers are wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make you dizzy, just enough to make you feel owned. he’s got you bent over his desk, robes bunched up around your waist, legs shaking, drooling over his cock as he bullies his way deeper, harder, rougher.

"oh, look at you," he purrs, his free hand sliding down to slap your cunt, sharp and wet and obscene. you jolt, moaning high and desperate, and his grip on your throat tightens.

"you’re fucking soaked," he chuckles, dragging his fingers through the mess he’s made of you, bringing them up to his lips, tasting you like it’s nothing, like it’s casual, like it doesn’t make your head spin.

"such a desperate little whore," he breathes, teasing the tip of his cock over your slit before pushing back in, slow and deep, too deep, stretching you wide around him.

you can’t think, can’t breathe, all you can do is take it, take him, take the way he ruins you over and over again.

"bet you’d let me fuck you in the great hall, wouldn’t you?" his smirk drips arrogance, teeth grazing your ear. "right on the dining table. let everyone see who you belong to. let them watch while i split you open on my cock."

he pulls out just to slam back in, knocking the air from your lungs. you sob his name, clutching at the desk, but he only laughs, cruel and beautiful, fucking you through it.

"say it," he orders, voice dark, dangerous. "say you’d let me use you however i want. say you’d let me fill you up in front of everyone, let them see my cum dripping out of you."

your moan breaks, body clenching around him, and he groans, low and wrecked.

"fuck—" he snarls, hips snapping against yours, pace brutal. "filthy little thing. you love it, don’t you? being fucked like a whore. being used."

his hand snakes down, fingers finding your clit, rubbing messy circles, dragging you closer and closer and closer—

"come for me," he growls. "make a mess on my cock. prove you’re mine."

your body obeys before your brain catches up, pleasure ripping through you, white-hot, blinding, your cunt fluttering around him, sucking him deeper.

his hips stutter, a low, guttural moan tearing from his throat as he buries himself to the hilt, filling you, claiming you, making sure you’ll be dripping with him for hours.

he stays there for a moment, breathing heavy, forehead pressed against your shoulder, before he’s moving again, already hard, already ready to ruin you all over again.

"oh, you thought i was done with you?"

his fingers tighten in your hair, jerking your head back, his smirk sharp, wicked.

"think again."

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thank you for reading. reblogs & feedback appreciated.

[firstfirerebel]

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Sumary: Tom Riddle is obsessed with reader and won't tolerate her being somewhere else than his side (Reader is against the hate on Muggles or Muggle-Born wizards)

Pairing: yandere Adult!Tom Riddle/Voldemort x fem! reader

Warnings: Dark content, obsession, mention of the three Unforgivable Curses, implied kidnapping, death, yandere, toxic behavior

Time: First Wizarding War (meaning Voldemort/Tom is still a normal man)

English is not my native language!

I DO NOT SUPPORT OR ROMANTICIZE YANDERE BEHAVIOR!!!

"Why won't you just understand that all I want to do is create a new world, a better one. One were you, and I will rule together!"

"But I don't want that! In fact, I don't even want to be near you! I'll never join you nor support you. Just give up already and let me free!"

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It was another day in the Malfoy Manor where you were captured by none other than the dark lord himself. And another day, where you just hoped to escape or die. Sounds harsh? Listen to your story first...

You have known Tom since your Hogwarts time. You weren't in the same house but in the same year, and even though you weren't close, you did happen to have some lessons together. Never you would've considered him a friend. He was just a classmate who sometimes helped you with potions, and in your free time, you sometimes met him in the libary by coincidence, but that was it.

Yeah, you did find him attractive, but you would have never thought to date him or something like that. After all, he always wanted to be alone and didn't like company. You also preferred being alone, to be honest. Still, he somehow scared you from the beginning. His eyes hold no emotions, but in his actions and his aura, all you felt or saw was pure hate. Tom didn't talk about his past, but he didn't have to for you to figure out that it must have been no good one.

Once you were in sixth grade, attacks on muggle-born students happened, and in the end, Myrtle, who was a friend of yours, was killed.

Yeah, she was very difficult , but she didn't mean any harm towards anyone. Besides that, she was bullied by so many students that you just felt pity for her. You were also bullied in your first years at hogwarts until the students stopped out of nowhere. Since then, you have had problems with being social. Most people who were close with you ended up using you for their own benefits or saw you as their therapist or something like that.

Okay, Myrtle was known for being over sensitive, but still, if people knew she would cry because of mean comments, then why make them? She was in her third year when she died, and she only flew to the girls' toilet because Olive Hornby made fun of her again, which made you more sad about her death. It's not like she chose to have glasses. What was wrong with some people?

In the end, Riddle accused Hagird of being responsible for her death. Only you and Proffesor Dumbledore were convinced that it couldn't have been Hagrid. He was way too nice and kind-hearted for such a terrible crime as murder. Though you didn't think it was Tom either.

But it didn't matter. Hagrid was suspended, and that was the end of it.

Since that time, you didn't trust Tom Riddle anymore. He was the one who made everyone believe that Hagird was guilty. And somehow, since the incident, Tom's aura has become even more intimidating and dark. At least that's how it felt to you...

Once you graduated, you didn't hear of him again, which didn't bother you at all. You lived a peaceful life for a long time. You loved your job. You had true friends. You could do your hobbies. And sometimes you even went on a few dates.

But, if it would have stayed that way, you wouldn't be at Voldemorts' side against your will, would you?

The day that ruined your life was a rainy day. It wasn't too cold nor too warm, so you decided to take a walk in the nearby woods. You loved to spend your time there. All the creatures and plants fascinated you every time without fail. Sometimes, you even saw unicorns, which felt like a miracle everytime Besides, it was one of the last peaceful places left.

War would soon come. It was only a matter of time. Everybody knew that. Maybe you only had two months left, or you still got two years. No one knew except the ones on Voldemorts side.

At that time, you only knew that 'The Dark Lord' was a user of the dark arts. And he hated Muggles and Muggle-Borns. Which was enough for you to despite him. Dark magic was never something you approved, and you didn't care about the blood status of anyone. What mattered to you was always the person.

Usually, the woods were filled with life and joy, but that day was different. The forest looked intimidating from the outside, and you even thought about going back home.

Sadly, you didn't listen to your inner voice. But, it wouldn't have changed your fate...

Once you entered it, you didn't hear the happy cheers of the birds like always. And you didn't see any nifflers running by or other creatures in general. Something was definitely wrong.

But you continued to walk, which would soon turn out to be a fatal mistake. As soon as you reached the river, that was in the forest, you realized why everything was so different than usual.

Death Eaters had chased and killed a Muggle-Born witch with her family. They were on a camping trip, as you could tell from the scenery. But there was still a girl, most likely two or three years old, still alive.

Without a second thought, you hid behind a big tree and some bushes around it.

It seemed like the Death Eaters didn't know what to do with her. Maybe she wasn't part of the plan? At first, you thought that this was not an important mission for them, but then you saw Bellatrix. She was very well known as Voldemorts' right hand. She personally learned dark magic from him and was definitely the most loyal Death Eater there ever was. So this must be a really important matter.

You couldn't stand her guts and wanted nothing more than to just slap her even if you didn't know her in person. Dark magic wasn't something you supported. But still, you couldn't deny that she was dangerous and powerful. Her madness didn't lower that fact.

Since dying wasn't on your to-do lost today, you ran away as fast as you could. Since they were arguing so loud, they didn't hear you. Of course, you wanted to help the little girl, but it was simply impossible to get her without getting caught. And against a whole troup of Death Eaters with one being BELLATRIX, you didn't stand a chance.

But luck wasn't on your side...

As you ran away from the horrible scene, you ran into a Death Eater. They wore their typical black clothes and their mask was on, so you didn't see who it was.

Before you could grab your wand, you heard an angry mumbled 'stupor'. You fell onto the ground and blacked out.

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When you awoke, you didn't dare to open your eyes. After all, you got caught by a death eater, so you being alive was a miracle. You didn't hear any voices around you. It also wasn't cold and wet around you, so being locked up in a cellar wasn't the case as well...

Beneath you was a comfortable mattress. It was soft and made you want to fall asleep on it. But what the hell was this all about?!

If you're caught by the bad guys, you normally don't wake up in a soft bed. Did they bring you back home? No, that would be too risky. Maybe they wanted some information, but you weren't really someone well known in the wizarding world.

Patiently, you waited a few more minutes, but still not even the slightest noise. So you opened your eyes.

You were in a dark room. The main colors were black and dark green. Black wardrobes and black walls. The bed was made of black wood, but the sheets were dark green, the big carpet on the floor as well. No one was with you in this room. Desperately, you wanted to know where you were. From the colors, you would have guessed that it was a Slytherin Dormitory in Hogwarts. But kidnappers don't bring you to your old school!

Scared you inspected the room once again. Nothing was familiar...

You took a deep breath and stood up. If you would die, fine, but as long as you had the slightest chance of escape you would take it.

The carpet felt also really expensive beneath your feet. By the way, your kidnappers were so nice to pull off your shoes before laying you into bed...

Everything in this room seemed to be just made for this specific room. Which frightened you even more.

Suddenly, the door was opened, and you saw a pretty woman (walking down the street 🤣) in the doorframe. She was slim and tall, had long blonde hair that was tied up in a bun. Her tight dress was rose gold with a black cloak over it. All in all, she looked like a wealthy woman. Her face was pretty as well, but she looked like she got a dung under her nose. Weird.

"Get up and follow me, My Lady," her cold and clear voice told you.

"Uhm, I'm not your Lad -" but she was already on her way to your goal. You had no clue where it was, but following her was better than sitting around, right?

"I know this must be really confusing, but our Lord will explain it to all of us soon. I was just told to get you and call you that. Now, please, don't make this harder for us than it already is,"

You managed to catch up to her. Now you also saw that her eyes were ice blue. Matching her cold voice.

"Who are you?" you asked softly. Kowing her name could be a good hint to where you were.

"Narcissa Black, soon to be Narcissa Malfoy," the woman didn't look at you for one second, her eyes were focused on the walls. So you were still in the claws of the death eaters. Family Black was well known for their puryity, not a family you would have gotten along with.

The corridor was huge by the way. Dark colors still dominating. Only the chandelier was white. Did this belong to one person or was it the headquarters of Voldemort and his minions or what? Instead of getting awnsers you only got more questions as you walked after Narcissa.

Downstairs. A few steps upstairs again. Left. Left again. Right. Straight forward. The second right.

Was this a house or a Labyrinth?! How were you supposed to find your way in here? You even got lost in Digeon Ally!

But after what felt like an internity, you both reached a large black table, people gathered around it. A tall man stood up from his chair as he heard you two enter. As he turned around, you saw your old classmate Tom Riddle, but if he was here, he wouldn't help you. If he became a death eater, he was behind after everything you swore to fight. He wasn't an ally or a friend anymore. He was a danger and a threat to you and many innocent people who weren't here.

You tried to hide behind Narcissa. After all, she was the only person who seemed at least a little trustworthy, and she was another woman. Maybe she knew how unsafe you felt because mostly men were in this room. The only other woman was a mad Bellatrix, never ever you would trust her.

"Ah, there they are. Come in, " Tom spoke. His voice had changed, and it was more intimidating than it was before.

You didn't move an inch, but Narcissa started to move forward. Being all alone without someone to hide behind was more scarry, so you followed her, but you were still behind her.

"Oh no, don't be afraid. No one here will even dare to glare at you, my dear. They knew the punishment would be worse than death," You couldn't recognize Tom anymore. The hate in his presence, his voice, his appearance, everything scared you. Back in school, you didn't fear him, at least not for his house or his roots. Just because he was a Slytherin, it didn't mean that he was evil, but now? His opinions were completely different than yours, and this was not a stupid novel of the stereotype enemies to lovers cause he was just plain and simple wrong with his thoughts on muggleborn or muggles in general.

[Funfact: I don't get the hype on this topic, see, for being autistic I got bullied for many years and than reading a story about two people hating each other's guts and than falling for each other just feels wrong for me, you can read whatever you want ofc, this was just my unpopular opinion]

Still, you hid behind Narcissa, but as she tried to go towards a man with long blonde hair and her crazy sister, you felt completely defenseless. The only person you used to know seemed to be the head of everything here, and Narcissa wasn't at your side anymore. Sadly, Tom saw your fear. He went towards you and pulled you in an unwanted hug. Softly, he petted your hair and whispered sweet nothings. As soon as this horror hug ended, he smiled at you and turned towards the others.

"If anything should happen to her, everyone will be held responsible! You know the punishment, now go! We are done here!" As the last word fell, everyone disapparated, and only you and him were left.

And then you realized it. If he could order the death eaters around, he must be the dark lord himself. Tom Riddle, your old classmate, was Voldemort.

You backed away from him but regretted it soon. Tom didn't take rejection good...

"Why are you scared? I won't harm you. In fact, I am the one who has kept you safe since I saw you!"

"Are you mad?!" You yelled back into his already mad face. Wrong choice again. In full rage he stormed through the room and kicked everything in his way. Chairs and even the whole table practically flew through the room.

"Who protected you from those bullies back in Hogwarts?! Who kept you safe from all filthy boys who just wanted to break your heart?! Who killed the mudblood Myrtle so you were safe from her?!"

So Dumbledore was right... Tom opened the chamber of secrets all those years ago. And killed your friend.

"Myrtle was my friend! I never asked for your personal protection, Tom!"

Somehow that calmed him down! Yep, that man was a complete psychopath...

"But you didn't have to, my dear", he ran towards you and cupped your cheek while looking into your eyes.

"Keeping you safe will always be my priority. I loved you the moment I laid eyes on you and I knew that I would always protect you. Look around, here in our mansion you will always be safe. No one will ever harm you again. We'll be safe here! After I've won this war you and I can live here in peace. Just imagine it, I'll make us so many horcruxes that we won't ever die. Here we will raise our kids and they'll never go through the pain of being an orphan like I was", pain and hate was in his voice at the simple thought of 'death' and 'orphan'. But having a family with this insane man? Hell nah, you'd flee the moment you got the chance!

"I know now this is scary for you, and you might think of escaping, but this whole mansion is surrounded by death eaters, the moment you even think of fleeing you'll be brought to your room and trust me, I know how to punish or torture someone so that no mistace will ever happen again",

And that's how you ended up here. Behind you was the man that claimed to love you fast asleep. Yet he was the one who made you go through all of this. Most traumas you had were because of his action. If this was love, than you could already drown in it.

You had no idea if you could ever escape or if even the try of escaping was a good idea. This man wasn't well known for his kindness or his patience.

Maybe playing along would make it easier, but would your mental health take that well? Or would that make him do worse things 'out of love'?

Still, you rethought your first actions towards Tom, trying to figure out what made his obsession start. Was it your look? Your hairstyle? Your body language?

Or was it just being unlucky?

[spicymaruchancontajin]

Chose my next victim 😈

I think you guys liked it better when you guys git to choose 😜🙏

[tangerinesgf]

Oh my God the dirty talk in Tomxreader getting caught was so hot 🤭. Do you think you can write something with Tom wanting reader to sit on his cock between filming? Perhaps more dirty talk and a little bit of being cock drunk?

A/N: Thank you so much for your request I hope you enjoy it! I hope it's not too short :)

Tags/warnings: smut 18+ MDNI, p in v sex, reader riding Tom, dirty talk, hints at being cockdrunk. Gn!reader, but is refered to have the body of afab. Not proofread sorryy...

Many of your friends had warned you against working with Tom Ryder. Words like selfish, idiot, narcissist and alcoholic were dropped as you told them about the new movie you were gonna film with him.

And sure you believed everything they said. Tom Ryder was a right asshole, you'd spend enough time with him to know that. Yet in a way it was different for you.

Because you were Ryder's partner. The apple of his eye.

Admittedly you had never made a movie with him before despite both of you being actors, but you were mostly excited. As was your boyfriend. You had never seen Tom this excited to get started on a project.

You were about halfway through filming the movie and to be honest it was great. Both of your schedule's aligned for the first time in forever and you got to spend more time together. With both of you being actors one of you was always somewhere half across the world, away from each other.

Filming together was like a dream come true. Tom was in a good mood which made everyone on set a lot happier as well. Sure he was still weird as hell, but he wasn't as much of an asshole as he usually was.

In these last few weeks you've seen more of each other than in the last months. Your favorite moments were spend in between filming were you could just have some time for the two of you. It had really done wonder's for your relationship

Like now as you were both in his trailer (which you slept in more often than in your own), reversing your lines in between takes. You had about an hour before your next scene and what better way then to run a few scenes... or well that was the idea.

You were rehearsing a love scene between both of your characters as Tom guided you to sit on his lap, trying to increase the intimacy. And because when so close together neither one of you had any self-control you started making out.

So now here you were, straddling Ryder's lap, his cock buried deep in inside you as you ride him. Pages of the script were discarded across the room, the entire scene forgotten. Your hands were buried inside his hair, pulling ever so slightly to get those sweet soft moans from his lips.

"I love the way you sound.." You moan softly as he bucks his hips up, hitting just the right spot. "Keep making those sounds f'me while I make you feel good."

He nods and leans forward to kiss you again. It´s sloppy, kissing you from your mouth to your jaw and your neck, his hands running over you back to pull you closer. "Faster, baby.. ah shit-" Tom groans, his hands gripping your waist.

"Nuh uh.. no helpin'." You grab his wrists and pin them down at his side while increasing the pace, trying to drive him over the edge.

"You're killing me here, darling.." Tom groans. You can tell he has to control himself not to touch you, a control he doesn't show very often. He loves touching you, woreshipping every part of your body.

"I know.. and you love it." Your walls clench around him as you feel his cock twitch inside you. "Fuck- you close? I can feel it, come on baby.. cum f'me." Somehow you find it in yourself to go just a bit faster before you feel all the tension leave his body.

"Oh god, I love you." Tom throws his head back against the chair, letting out a string of whimpers as he cums inside you. His hips buck up into you, driving you over the edge with him.

You let out a loud moan as your orgasm washes over you and you collaps on top of him. It almost feel euphoric, no man had ever made you feel this good. And he hadn't even actively done anything.

As the both of you catch your breath Tom wraps his arms around you, caressing your hair gently. "You're so good to me, darling." He mutters as he kisses the top of your head. "You alright?" He asks when he doesn't get much of a response from you.

"Yeah.. yeah just need a minute, you're a lot." You mumble quietly.

"Awh, was my cock too much for you, love? I didn't even do anything." He teases you. It's almost funny how almost immediately after finisheing his submissive attitude disappears, replaced by his normal cocky behavior.

"We still got a scene in 30 minutes, remember?" He reminds you you with a small grin on his face.

"Mhm.. just gimme a minute yeah?"

"Sure.. I'll just let you lay here with my cock still inside you. Doing nothing at all.." There's a mischievious grin on his face as he rolls his hips up, forcing a whine from your lips. "Tom.."

"You're so sensitive, baby.. alright I'll knock it off." He chuckles softly before he gives you another kiss.

"Rest. I'll wake you up, okay?" You nod in respone before falling asleep comfortably in his arms.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading, hope you enjoyed it :) Comments and reblogs are much appreciated, I live off those.

I know I'm a bit slow with the requests but if you do have any don't hesitate to send em in, I promise iĺl get to them. Love you guys <33

Taglist: @earth-elemental18 @allaroundjejje @cockete (lemme know if you wanne be removed/added)

[saebyeoksdalgona]

heyy ! could u maybe do tomxreader where they’re enemies (but they lowkey be flirting & they have sm tension 🤭) and they’re at a party and he basically finds the reader stumbling and they practically can’t walk so he takes her home and makes sure she goes to sleep comfortably and all that? :)

‘ How drunk are you? ‘

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✧ Connected: no warnings really just really bad. I wrote this with one cigarette fuelling me

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Despite the animosity between you, there was an undeniable tension whenever you were in the same vicinity.

You caught his gaze and smirked, knowing full well the effect you had on him. "What's the matter, Kaulitz? Lost your way to the nearest ego boost?"

He chuckled, a low, husky sound that sent shivers down your spine. "Always so feisty, Y/N. You know you love it."

You rolled your eyes, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing you flustered. "Dream on, Tom. You're not my type."His smirk widened, and he moved closer, the heat between you almost suffocating.

"Funny, because you seem to be the only thing on my mind lately." Before you could retort, you stumbled, the effects of the alcohol hitting you harder than expected.

Tom caught you effortlessly, his arms wrapping around your waist to steady you."Whoa there, princess. Looks like someone's had a bit too much to drink," he teased, though there was genuine concern in his voice.

You tried to push him away, but your limbs felt like jelly. "I'm fine," you insisted, though your words slurred together.

Tom sighed, realizing you were in no condition to argue. "Come on, let's get you home."Despite your protests, he guided you out of the party and into the cool night air. His touch was surprisingly gentle as he helped you into his car, making sure you were comfortable before driving off.

The ride was quiet, the tension between you palpable even in your intoxicated state.

When you finally arrived at your apartment, Tom helped you inside, his arms still wrapped protectively around you.

He made sure you were settled on the couch, fetching a glass of water and some aspirin to help with your impending hangover.

As you drifted off to sleep, you felt his fingers brush against your cheek, his touch sending sparks flying.

"Sweet dreams, Y/N," he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur.And as you fell into a blissful slumber, you couldn't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, there was more to your rivalry with Tom than meets the eye.

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[paradubolical]

Dudeee immbegging u do a Tom x Reader request gahhhh

i know you like asked for tomxreader but im not sure what that even means in the context of me being an artist ????? anyway i was tired so I drew kitten shopping

[ohthewh0rror]

Hello! I love your writings! Honestly, your take on a Tomxreader dynamic seems the closes to canon.

What do you think about writing about a reader who leaves his toxic ass? Like how would he handle the fallout when he realizes that his half ass apologies aren’t going to work?

(Secretly, I love it when Tom suffers the consequences to his own actions)

I strive to make Tom as close to canon as I can without making him physically or mentally abusive (like I honestly feel like he would be?? To some degree??), so I just sprinkle in a little neglect here and there instead lol

It’s funny bc I also like my men pathetic, sniveling losers after facing the consequences of their actions, like I eat that shit all day. But I’ve never tried it with Tom bc I feel like unless it’s from his POV it’s so anticlimactic. Like he wouldn’t cry or throw a tantrum, it’s mostly so internalized.

Lucky for everyone though, I happen to love writing from Tom’s POV, so yeah. I will happily write something like that soon, I have 2 other request to get out the way first, so unless I get a sudden inspiration for it, it might take a hot minute to get out.

[taylorgrace-writes]

Imagine... Tom Overstimulates You

Pairings: Tom x reader

Warnings: Smut, 18+, DD/LG themes, overstimulation (f receiving), oral (f receiving), fingering, squirting

Tom loves to roll his tongue over your clit as he watches you cum once again

He loves hearing a broken sob escape past your lips as your juices coat him

He murmurs praises into your wet folds

Tom loves to be happily lost between your thighs

By your fourth orgasm he is completely soaked by your squirting pussy

His tongue and fingers are his favorite things to overstimulate you with but toys work wonders too

He’s marveled how he hasn’t even put his cock in you once and that you can come from just his touch alone

Most days after Tom overstimulates you, you have to call into work as you can barely even stand up

You have no idea how Tom hasn’t broken your g-spot by how hard he rams his fingers into it

Your clit aches as he rubs his thumb over it in circular motions

Your incredibly sensitive and whiney but you still haven’t called out your safe word

Tom knows you can take it and you also know Tom would never hurt you so you trust him as another orgasm crashes over you

Your toes curl as he starts up his brutal assaults again, trying to squeeze your thighs shut

You groan as you look down at Tom who has your juices dripping off his elbow and chest

He’s covered in you and he loves it

Your clit is so sensitive that every time he runs his thumb over it your hips buck up involuntarily

“Daddy please, I can’t take any more.”

“Really princess, because your pussy is still trying to milk my fingers?”

When he finally pulls his fingers out of you so you can have a taste they’re all pruny like he just got out of a long bath

You groan at the taste but it soon turns into a whine as his tongue replaces where his fingers were

You try to squirm away from him but he pulls you back, somehow managing to move closer to your cunt

For a moment his attack stops, only to grip your pussy lips open with his thumbs as his tongue spears back into your sopping hole

It’s an embarrassing short amount of time before Tom makes you come again

You flood his mouth with your juices as he happily slurps away on your aching cunt

Before you know it Toms sucking your clit into his mouth where you instantly come again

“Daddy I can’t do it, it hurts too much”

“Haven’t heard a safe word yet princess”

He gently massages your lower abdomen as he finally pulls out his hard cock

“Besides, I’m just getting started”

[riddleswhcre]

────۶ৎ 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝟑𝟗𝟒

you were assigned to evaluate the most dangerous prisoner in azkaban. tom riddle was supposed to be nothing more than a case file. a psychological profile. a man stripped of power, locked away, rotting. but then you made a mistake.

warnings: smut, dubcon, knifeplay? (carving initials), pain + pleasure, fingering, overstimulation, possessive, manipulative tom, mind games & control themes.

if any of the above makes you uncomfortable, scroll away. you have been warned.

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you should have never pushed him.

it was a game at first. a little power play between you and the most dangerous inmate in azkaban. prisoner 394, tom riddle. the man who ran circles around every other psychologist they'd assigned to him, until they gave up and threw you in the ring.

you were different. you didn’t play by their rules. you let him talk, let him smirk, let him watch you in that way that made lesser people shudder. but you never let him win.

until now.

because last session, you made a mistake.

you mocked him.

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tom had been particularly smug that day, lounging in his chair like the chains on his wrists were merely decorative, like this prison was nothing more than an inconvenience. you had watched him, lips curling, head tilting in mock contemplation.

"all that power," you mused, voice dripping with condescension. "all that control you used to have. and now look at you."

tom's smirk didn't falter, but his fingers curled slightly against the armrest. you noticed. his jaw had clenched—just for a second. quick. nearly imperceptible. but you caught it. you had rattled him, and the victory had sent a thrill through you.

you should have known better.

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because today, the door locks behind you. and this time, tom doesn’t sit.

there’s something different in the air, something that prickles against your skin before your mind even fully registers it. tom doesn’t smirk. he doesn’t taunt. he just watches you, dark and unreadable, as he takes a slow, measured step forward.

instinctively, you step back. a mistake. because the flicker of amusement in his gaze tells you he likes it—likes seeing you retreat, likes knowing you’re starting to understand.

"so quiet now, sweetheart," he murmurs. "where’s that sharp tongue of yours?"

his voice is soft, almost teasing, but there’s steel beneath it. control. a dangerous edge that sends a shiver racing down your spine.

another step, and your back meets the desk. you barely have a second to react before his hand finds your waist—firm, possessive, pressing you down as he leans in, breath ghosting over your ear.

"you wanted to play, didn’t you?" he hums. "wanted to test me? remind me of my place?"

his other hand lifts, and you don’t realise what he’s holding until the cool, unexpected press of something sharp meets your thigh.

you freeze.

"shhh, darling," he croons, his free hand splaying over your stomach, keeping you in place. "we’re just getting started."

he drags the tip of his quill over your skin—slow, teasing, letting you feel it before he presses just a little harder. the first cut is shallow, barely more than a scratch, but the sting makes your breath catch.

tom watches you, eyes half-lidded, as he carves.

T.

M.

R.

his name. his claim. the ink mixes with blood, smearing as his thumb drags over it, pressing down just enough to make you whimper. pain blooms hot and sharp, but the moment his palm slides higher, fingers trailing the inside of your thigh, your body betrays you. heat coils in your stomach, the line between agony and pleasure blurring into something intoxicating.

"so beautifully marked."

he leans in, mouth dragging against your throat.

"so utterly mine." he chuckles, breath warm against your cheek. "you're shaking," he murmurs, thumb tracing the fresh carving. "is it from the pain, darling? or something else?"

you don’t get a chance to answer before his fingers press higher, teasing, just barely brushing over the damp fabric between your legs. a broken gasp slips from your lips, and tom hums, pleased.

"already soaked for me," he muses. "and you call me pathetic."

your mind is spinning, but your body knows exactly what it wants. hips tilting, legs parting. tom notices, because of course he does. his fingers press harder, rubbing slow, lazy circles that make your knees tremble.

"that’s it," he murmurs, lips brushing your temple. "let me see how weak you really are."

“you had so much to say last time.” his fingers trail the wood beside you, deceptively casual. “now, nothing?”

your breath stutters.

“p-please—”

he laughs, dark and amused. “oh, no. you don’t get to beg now. you’re gonna take everything i give you. and then you’re gonna thank me.”

the desk digs into your thighs as he presses closer, his body a wall of heat and power. shackles hang loose around his wrists, the chain between them long enough to allow movement. you know he’s done something to them. manipulated the guards, twisted the security measures to suit his whims. because tom riddle never plays fair.

you shudder as his hand finds your throat, not squeezing, just a weight, a reminder.

“you thought you could control me?” he murmurs, dragging his lips along your jaw, your pulse fluttering wildly beneath his touch. “thought you could use that pretty mouth to put me in my place?”

your fingers curl against the desk, nails biting into the wood.

he chuckles, a dark rasp against your skin. “i do love watching you struggle, darling. but we both know how this ends.”

“so sensitive,” he purrs. “wonder how much more you can take.”

“that’s it,” he murmurs, lips brushing your temple. “let me see how weak you really are.”

when he finally pushes the fabric aside and slides a single finger through your slick, you whimper, a sound you barely recognise escaping your lips. his responding groan is filthy, low and pleased.

“fuck, listen to you,” he breathes. “so desperate already.”

he presses the tip of his finger inside you, just enough to tease, to drive you mad. you bite your lip, a useless attempt to stifle the sounds spilling from your mouth. but he’s having none of it.

a sharp nip at your throat makes you gasp, and in that moment, he sinks a second finger in, stretching you open.

“good girl,” he praises, voice dripping with satisfaction. ”taking my fingers so well.”

your head falls back, eyes fluttering shut as he works you open, fingers curling just right, dragging over that spot that makes you tremble. he knows exactly where to press, where to stroke, and he does it with excruciating precision—slow at first, teasing, like he's savouring every moment of your unraveling.

the slick sounds of your arousal mix with the sharp gasps you can’t contain, each one only encouraging him. he pulls his fingers out almost entirely before sinking them back in, deeper this time, dragging against every sensitive nerve until your thighs are trembling with the effort to stay upright.

"feel that?" he whispers, lips brushing against your ear, his voice dark, taunting. "how your body gives in to me so easily? you're dripping, darling. soaking my fingers like you were made for this."

his thumb presses against your clit, a calculated roll that has you gasping, your nails digging into his forearms. he does it again, harder this time, a slow, devastating rhythm that has heat coiling low in your stomach, the tension winding tighter, unbearable.

"come on," he purrs, fingers working faster, thrusting deeper, his thumb relentless against that aching bundle of nerves. "give it to me, love. let me see you fall apart." your hands fly to his arms, gripping hard, but he doesn’t stop. doesn’t slow.

“look at you,” he murmurs, dragging his tongue over the shell of your ear. “falling apart for the man you thought you could control.”

your release builds fast, overwhelming, and he knows. he knows, because his smirk presses against your cheek as he picks up the pace.

“cum for me,” he orders, voice dark and commanding. “cum for the man who owns you now.”

you shatter.

a strangled cry escapes your lips as you arch against him, thighs shaking, body writhing beneath his relentless touch. he doesn’t let up, working you through every pulse, every wave, until you’re gasping, overstimulated, gripping onto him for support.

tom hums in satisfaction, finally withdrawing his fingers. he lifts them to his lips, eyes locked on yours as he licks them clean, a low groan vibrating in his chest.

“sweet as sin,” he murmurs.

your legs barely hold you up, but tom isn’t done. he grips your chin, tilting your head up, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“same time next week, doctor.”

and with that, he steps back, leaving you trembling, ruined, and entirely at his mercy.

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[firstfirerebel]

𝕺𝖇𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖊

Sumary: Prt. 3 of Yandere!Adult! Tom Riddle x fem! Reader (You love reading it, I love writing it. That's our deal 🤝😂)

Warnings: Dark Content! Tom's past, mention of bullying, yandere, yandere behavior, mention of small injuries, 'nightmare', mention of torture!

"I told you not to harm her!"Tom yelled at Bellatrix. Your unconscious body was lying on the soft bed in the room you two shared. The moment Bellatrix returned you, Tom ran towards your room, but when he saw that you had small bruises and scrathes on your perfect face, he lost it.

"M-My lord, she must have gotten hurt when she was in the woods. I would never disobey you!"

"You really think I believe this bullshit!" he screamed at Bella, who had sunk her head. Tom turned towards you and softly brushed his warm fingers against your cold cheek. His anger fading the moment he touched you. In fact, Tom wasn't just angry at Bellatrix. He was also angry at himself. He thought he could torture you to the point you would never dare to disobey him again, but now he couldn't even see small scratches on you without feeling the urge to cry out.

He longed you. Every harm that happened to you was a harm to him as well. No, he could never cast a spell on you like 'Crucio', he just couldn't. Tom knew he couldn't mean it! And that was the clue of every unforgivable curse. You have to mean it with everything you have.

But if you woke up, he'd have a problem either way. He couldn't harm you, but at the same time, he couldn't let you know that, yet. And if anyone else was laying a hand on you, he would kill them. Just the thought of someone laying a harming hand on you made him furious.

Maybe he could change your memory? Not to a point you weren't you anymore, but maybe just turning that flee to a dream or a nightmare? And the small cuts and bruises were nothing a Wiggenweld Poition couldn't fix. Besides, he could make sure to 'fix' some of these escaping thoughts...

"Go! I'll deal with you later!" He gritted through his teeth at the curly haired, who immediately left.

The dark brown haired man had to concentrate. Changing memories wasn't new to him, but you were different from the others. You weren't some useless house elve or a filthy mudblood whose memories wouldn't be important. He had to make sure that nothing would go wrong. But at first he had to get that potion, if he had so see those injuries on you for another minute, he didn't know what would happen to him and he had no intention to find out...

On his way to his office, he found himself running from time to time. Damn, he knew you wouldn't die from the few small cuts, but still, it hurt him to be parted from you for too long. His chest felt so heavy, and the pain was so intense that a part of him just wanted to succumb.

He was made through a love potion. He never thought that he could love. In his twisted mind, this was love after all. But then he saw you on the first day at Hogwarts. Something pulled him to you. He longed to be with you. Out of class, he was always at the same places you were, just to be close and to see you. He'd pretend to write into a notebook or read something so you wouldn't get suspicious.

For you, Tom was just a classmate. A Slytherin who happened to be in the same classes as you. But you were everything to him. The connection he couldn't explain drove him crazy before he learned to just accept and live with it.

No matter how often he vowed to himself to not go where you were, he always found himself there just a few minutes later, admiring you from a afar during the sunset.

He tried to forget or replace you multiple times, but no other girl was 'good enough' . Even if they looked a lot like you, he'd still find small details he just couldn't shut up about. His mind constantly showed him even the smallest differences. It was so tiering for him. You were pure perfection in his eyes. Even if she looked a lot like you, she just wasn't you.

Those meaningless relationships he had were all disasters anyway. He literally couldn't care less about those girls. In most cases, he needed something from a professor who somehow shipped him with one of them. The relationships never lasted long, and during them, he couldn't get over you. Every time a hug or a kiss happened, he had to restrain the urge to back away and yell at the poor girl that it was disgusting. He tried to imagine you, but you smelled different. Your presence was different. She wasn't you!

Yet if you somehow touched him, like when you passed him your ink during class and your hands touched, it was heavenly, and he craved more. He couldn't even describe the feeling if he had to, but it was from you! The most beautiful and angelic person ever! Just the faint feeling of your soft skin was better than anything he had felt in his whole life.

Growing up in an orphanage was far from easy. The other kids bullied him cause they thought he was scary and mean because of his magic. Bullying includes physical violence, after all. He never got to know his parents and didn't get any physical touch or love from anyone. Though it was questionable if he needed that, considering the fact that he was made through a love potion and not out of real love.

Tom also thought to give you a love potion at some point, but he couldn't do it. Love potions can't make real love, they just can turn the victim into a state of obsession, how strong it is was, was depending on how strong the love potion was made or how much the person had. Tom didn't want a fake obsession from you, though the image was tempting. Seeing you admire and 'love' him was something he deply craved and wished for, but not through a love potion or any other substances. He needed the real you, knowing it would be just fake and that it would wore off once he didn't give you the daily dosis wasn't acceptable!

Besides, it would have been the same his mother did to his father. And he despised both of his parents. His father because he left his mother and because he was a muggle that made him a halfblood. His mother because she died and she chose a muggle over a wizard. The story repeating itself with you leaving him wasn't something he would let happen.

Tom despised death since he was a child. At first, he was scared until the fear turned to hate and loosing you to it? Never gonna happen! He already made himself 3 horcruxes by now. His goal were 7. The wizard had no problem with splitting his soul, but you? You would never commit a murder. You were too kind for such a terrible thing.

But he'd never let you die. He wouldn't let it happen. The many researches he did over the last years weren't for nothing. The horcrux spell was really complicated, and nowhere were any reports of making them for someone else. But that also meant it wasn't per se impossible. No data was given, so no one could know if it was possible. And Tom had enough strong wizards on his side to try it, and even without them, he'd move hell to make you two imortal, together for eternity.

Looking back, it was stupid to put your wand where he did. Tom rushed things cause he was so happy to finally have you in his embrace. That would never happen again. Even if it meant for him to always be suspicious, he wouldn't let you escape again. The fear and anger he felt in those hours were pure horror, and nothing would be worth going through that again. Just the thought of you getting hurt or maybe even dying out there almost gave him an anxiety attack.

Silently, he mumbled a "never" as he searched for the Wiggenweld Poition in his collection of potions. Most of them were made from Snape or himself, so all of them had perfect effects. They weren't the cheap ones that were made in a hurry.

When he found the needed one, he almost stormed back to you. Looking at the vial with the moss green liquid in it, he only felt the urge to hurry up. As if any second wasted would mean losing you.

Back to you, he precisly he gave you three small drops, which made the cuts immediately dissappear. A sigh escaped Tom as he pulled your unconscious body into his chest. Relieve spreading in his body.

Softly, he layed you back onto the bed and pulled out his wand. He took a few deep breaths before he said, "Oblivate!"

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"Well Well Well, who do we have here"

Who was that? You could only hear them. Around you, it was pitchblack. It wasn't Toms voice. It had to be someone else.

"Don't even try to run!" The person was mad, their voice told you. To try and run would only fuel them, but who was it? Who and where?!

Something strong grabbed your body and pulled you from the ground. A male, no doubt. But still, it was too dark to see anything. And then you suddenly were in a dungeon like room. The air was wet and cold. You heard the sound of water hitting the floor somewhere close. Your eyelids felt heavy. It was so tempting to just close them, but the cold that crept up your body made it impossible. Your wrists were chained to a wall, so you had to stand. Your limbs felt numb. It was ice cold. Where were you? And who did this to you? Tom would've done something different...

"Time for the fun part. Crucio!"The pain that went through your body wasn't describable. It hurts like hell and even more if possible. As if a venomous snake that was on fire would slither through your veins. Thinking straight was impossible at this point. Every second felt like a thousand years of torture. The only valve you had was to scream.

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A scream of agony left your throat as you almost jumped up. Your body was covered in cold sweat, breath heavy and uneven. The fear had so much power over your body that it took you minutes to register that a hand was softly massaging your back.

Once you noticed it, you looked back into Toms calm face.

"Shh, it was just a nightmare. Just a nightmare, "he repeated that two phrases over and over again, still petting your back.

His warm and soft hand seemed so comforting that you just wanted to drown in the feeling. Adrenalin was spilled when you woke up after all, your body being ready to fight, run, or play dead if there was danger. But as it wore off, it was replaced by fatigue, and nothing felt better than a soft and gentke touch that would lull you into sleep. The part of your brain that wasn't led by your hormones or instincts tried to fight it and yelled that that was the man who kidnapped you. Who literally kept you as his personal pet! Without him, such terrible nightmares would have never happened. Touches from him should disgust you! You should flee or do anything else to get free.

But your brain was overtaken by your natural behavior. Humans were social species, after all. Babies needed physical touch to develop properly after all. It was always a basic need for us. Too long without it, and most people would do everything to get just a handshake from someone else.

[Since I'm diagnosed with the Asperger Syndrome (a form of autism, I'm an exception to that rule. I mostly feel the need to be close to people, I just don't need them, like other homosapiens, to keep myself alive.]

Tom couldn't be happier. You actually accepted his touches! He often just hugged you in your sleep because he wanted and needed it, but almost every time, you had tried to free yourself out of his grasp, but now you willingly pulled him closer. You wanted his touches!

Nothing mattered to him more than you. And finally, after all these years, you were in his arms where you belonged (in his mind). No, no one would ever part you two again. He wouldn't let that happen...

Hope this part was okay. I'm still not used to seeing people actually liking my work 🙈🫶

@noodlesareokah

@kbriley33

@stzatzch

[mcubuckyxlokisbitch]

Y/N: Cmon

Tom: Absolutely not

Y/N: Pleassse Tom just this once

Tom: Nothing you do or say would make me change my mind.

*20 minutes later in your dorm*

Y/N: Hehe *Doing Tom’s hair in front of the mirror*

Tom:*through his teeth* I do not like this

Y/N: Sure you don’t

Tom: Don't mix the black hair ties with the white hair ties!

Y/N: *kisses tom on the cheek*

Tom: *Grabs you by the chin and kisses you roughly* You owe me for this- WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT MIXING THE COLOURS!!

[straighttotheheartbreak]

A real run-in

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I struggled to read the book in my hand, as i got the feeling someone was staring at me, a feeling that made me want to throw my book as a distraction and run out of the library as fast as my legs could go. You can’t I thought, so I had no other choice than to try and ignore the feeling, and hope it would disappear.

Minutes went by, and I still had the feeling, it didn’t make sense, who would stare at someone for so long? As i looked around the library, I found it to be almost empty...huh...Am I just being paranoid?

As the thoughts and questions flew around my mind, a big heavy book slammed down on the table right in front of me, I jumped at the sudden sound, and soon after heard the librarian angrily hush at the noise.

I looked up, trying to find the source of my far-too-fast beating heart. Felix, my friend since first year, stood there with an annoyed and tired expression. I sent him a glare as he pulled out a chair next to me and sat down with a thump.

“Rough day?” I asked quietly. He simply looked at me, his face showing no sign of playfulness or the bright smile he usually carried. He was clearly worn out.

“You have no idea” He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his hands in his face and curly light brown hair.

Felix is in year six just like me, He is popular with the girls, a thing i found amusing, since my dear Felix was gay, He has yet to come out, I have encouraged him plenty of times, but he refuses, he has also yet to tell his parents might I add, so I do understand him.

I looked around the room once more before continuing with my book. I didn’t get far before I was disturbed yet again.

“Why is Tom Riddle staring at you?” Felix asked.

Tom Riddle? Why in Merlin’s name would Tom Riddle be staring at me? I have never done anything to him, I’ve never been rude to him or anything. Oh maybe he remembers that one time I accidentally bumped into him in the hallway, is that why he’s here? To kill me?

A nudge to my arm ripped me from my paranoid thoughts. I looked at Felix, he was hinting for me to look somewhere “Look over there, he’s been staring ever since i came in” chills ran down my spine as i realized he had been the one staring at me, he’s the uncomfortable feeling...

“Should we leave?” I asked, my voice just above a whisper, in fear anyone other than Felix was going to hear. “Yeah, It’s almost time for dinner anyway, we should get going” Felix said, his voice a little louder at the end, so it didn’t seem like we were leaving because of Tom.

I was quick to shut my book and get up, Felix doing the same. As I turned away from the table to walk to the door, my eyes found the ones of none other than Tom himself. Our eye contact lasted for a good 5 seconds before Felix grabbed my arm, pulling me with him out the door.

“Bloody hell, he’s really hot but he’s just so creepy”

I chuckled at Felix, he’s right though. Tom really is hot, he’s the hottest guy in the whole school. He was known for being the prince of Slytherin, and adored by girls in every year. He was also known for being a very reserved don’t-look-at-me-or-I’ll-kill-you kind of guy.

I’ve never really spoken to him, not until recently where i had forgot my potions book, so he let me share his with him during the class, we had talked a little there, and i acually quite enjoyed it. I wonder if he even remembers....

I shook off the thought as we arrived at The Great Hall, sitting down for dinner. Felix and i were joined by some friends and as they started talking, i found myself zoning out while looking into a pair of dark eyes from the Slytherin table. --- Oh shit I’m late.

 I ran through the hallways of the castle, trying to navigate my way, my only source of light being the tip of my wand and the moonlight seeping through some passing windows.

I had been reading next to the big tree by the lake, as i did sometimes, and found myself losing track of time in the beautiful scenery, not even noticing how dark it had gotten.

I was almost there, I was almost back at the common room, I turned the corner and almost fell as I hit something hard, a pair of arms wrapped tightly around me, saving me from falling. I dropped my wand, making it hard for me to see the person I had run into.

“You know it’s not a good idea to run around the castle at night, especially when you can’t see” A deep voice said. That voice, I recognized it, but from who? A sudden light from a wand made it possible for me to see, the arms wrapped around me belonged to none other than Tom Riddle.

My eyes widened a bit in fear, as I quickly stepped back, creating a little distance between us. I quickly got my wand from the ground.

“I’m sorry, I was out and I didn’t realize the time” I explained myself.

“You know, breaking a rule like this could cost you at least 15 points”

I didn’t know what to say, I just looked down in shame.

“I’ll let you go this time”

I looked at him in surprise. Did he really say he would let me go?

“Thank you” I didn’t hesitate to try and go by him, wanting to get out of that place fast. It’s not that I didn’t like Tom, I did. It’s just that I was lucky this time, and i didn’t want to push my luck by starting to say stupid things as I usually did when I got nervous.

“Wait a minute” He grabbed me by the arm as i walked past him, i looked back at him. Did he take back what he said? Was he going to punish me? Oh no

“Come here! Quick!” He pulled me with him behind a pillar, pushing me up against the wall. His body was pressed up against mine, his height easily towering over my shorter one, shielding my eyes from whatever we were hiding from.

Tom put a finger against his lips, signaling for me to be quiet. I almost held my breath, as I caught a small sight of a figure walking past us in the hallway. Even as the figure got further and further away, Tom was still pressing up against me, sending small unwelcomed butterflies in my stomach.

He looked from the hallway to me, our faces were close, so close our noses would touch if we leaned in a little closer.

“Did you ever find your book?” He asked, pulling me from my little moment.

I furrowed my eyebrows “What?” His smirk remained, “Your potions book darling, did you find it?”

Oh, so he did remember. I gave him a small smile. “Yeah, I found it. You really remember that?”

A small chuckle made it from his lips, making me shiver, a different kind of shiver, a good shiver. “Of course I remember, I haven’t stopped thinking about you since”

“Oh really?”

“Really. Something about you has captured my attention, it might be your beauty, or maybe it’s the way you move, or your voice. I think it might be all of it” He confessed.

I thanked the heavens it was dark, making it harder for him to see the blush on my cheeks.

With his finger, he lifted my head more up, leaning down and placing his soft lips on mine. A kiss that sent good shivers down my spine, and making the butterflies in my stomach go crazy.

This was only the beginning.

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[riyanap227]

"I love you to the moon and back" - Chapter one: 'no way it's actually him.. right?' (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/QjZmDpxzUab Hi! This is my first time trying to write fanfic so it'll most likely suck but imma try, hope you enjoy!(tomxreader)

[uwuharry]

Tom watching the World Cup with your family

Sofia glanced at her watch, sighing as she saw the hands move closer to four o’clock. At this rate, she and Tom would be very late to the viewing party her family was hosting for the World Cup. It was the final, and Mexico had miraculously made it through. The game against Brazil was to be momentous and extraordinary. Mexico, having never won a World Cup before, was quite anxious about the outcome. Soccer fanatics were partying prematurely, the faith in their team was astonishing. When Mexico beat Germany in the semi-finals, Sofia had been one of the first to jump out of her seat with tears streaming out of her large, brown eyes. Her very large and joyful family partied the night away, happy that their country managed to pull through. Her uncle Ignacio, in his drunken haze, had promised to tattoo Jenni Rivera onto his thigh if Mexico won, and proclaimed that he would host a viewing party on his lands. Of course, he was held to his word and rented out a large projector and screen for the game. The entire family was to show up, and Sofia did not want to miss any of the game or food. Yet, as she stood at the bottom of the staircase, purse in one hand and cooler in the other, she could not help but wonder if she would have to miss part of it. Tom was taking his sweet time getting dressed and Sofia was close to losing it. Every time Sofia’s family invited Tom and her over, he would become an adorable, nervous mess. He took ages picking outfits and fixing his hair, and Sofia had to remind him that her family loved him, even if his Spanish wasn’t the best. They loved that he tried and appreciated their culture. Right now, however, Sofia was not having it, she was going to make it to the party on time. She had waited her whole life to watch Mexico play a World Cup final and Tom’s fashion dilemma was not going to cause her tardiness.

“Tom!” Sofia shouted up the stairs, her foot tapping anxiously on the floor. Tom peeked his head down, a surprised look adorning his face. Sofia felt her eyebrows raise and her jaw drop as she took in his face. No wonder Tom was taking ages to get ready, she thought, her head shaking and a smile gracing her lips. Tom, on his quest to be loved and accepted by Sofia’s family, had taken it upon him to paint his face. The green, red, and white stripes on his smooth face were a stark contrast to his usually pale skin. Sofia put her belongings down and made her way upstairs, all the while wondering how on earth she got so lucky to have Tom in her life.

Tom stood at the top of the staircase, feeling his stomach clench with nerves as he saw Sofia’s reaction. Perhaps he had gone too far, but then again, Sofia’s family were huge soccer fans and always went all out. Nerves rising, Tom closed his eyes and held his breath as he waited for Sofia to comment. He opened his eyes at the sound of Sofia’s laughter, gazing into her eyes as she poked his cheek. “Tom!” She exclaimed, beaming up at his timid smile, “my family is going to love this!”

Letting out a soft laugh, Tom asked, “are you sure?” The last thing he wanted to do was offend her family or worse, look stupid.

“Of course not! You’re showing spirit and pride in our team! Now let’s go before we’re late!” With those words, Sofia grabbed Tom’s hand and tossed him the car keys. “Grab the cooler on your way out, mi cielo.”

Tom grinned as he grabbed the cooler, no matter how many times she called him mi cielo, it always made his heart throb. He was completely, sincerely in love with Sofia. Her tan skin, long, dark hair, thick eyebrows, and dimpled smile drove him insane. He loved her barely noticeable accent when she spoke English and the way she turned to Spanish when she was frustrated or excited. He especially loved the way she was patient with him when he tried to speak Spanish or when he tried to immerse himself in her culture, no matter what, she was always there for him.

As Sofia and Tom pulled into her uncle’s house, Tom grew increasingly nervous. Although he had met her family countless times before, this would be the first time he met some of her aunts, who were often working or busy at other family gatherings. He wanted to make a great first impression on them, considering how much Sofia complained about them being judgmental. Sofia glanced at him, and sensing his worry, reached out to grab his hand. She gave it a tight squeeze and pulled it up to her lips. Giving it a light kiss, she whispered, “It's okay Tom, they’ll love you.” With that, Tom unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out of the car, stretching, he made his way over to Sofia’s door.

However, he had barely taken a few steps when a large blurb crashed into him, causing him to fall flat on his face. Groaning as he rubbed his jaw, Tom looked up to see a massive brown dog wagging its tail at him.

“Firulais! Dios mio, ya lo tumbo!” He heard a feminine voice cry out.

“Aver, aseguren de que este bien!”

Suddenly, a small woman with a tight bun and a Mexico jersey was at his side. She raised her hand to his jaw and said, “Miguel por tu culpa! Mira, tu perro lo tumbo y esta todo rojo de su cara, y tan guapo que es!”

Tom smiled, guapo, he understood that much. Although his entrance was far more dramatic than he expected, at least they found him handsome. “I’m okay, estoy bien.” He said, getting up from the ground. He extended out his hand to give the woman a handshake, but she quickly pulled him in for a hug and kissed his cheeks.

“Mijo, perdon por el perro, espero que estes bien,” she stated, moving to make way for the rest of the family to greet him.

“Tia, no pasa nada. Tom es Spiderman, un golpe pequeño no es nada para el,” Sofia exclaimed, reaching over to ruffle his hair.

“Bueno mija, vengan. La comida ya esta lista y el partido va a comenzar en cualquier rato.”

Tom grabbed Sofia’s hand and they made their way over to the rest of the family. Tom felt considerably less nervous than when he arrived. As he greeted Sofia’s family, he realized how friendly and loving they were. They instantly accepted him and even made fun of him when he fumbled with his Spanish. Tom grabbed a plate of carne asada and made his way over to the seating area, even if he wasn’t Mexican, he was rooting for their win.

As the game went on, Tom grew more and more invested. It was the last five minutes of the game, and Mexico was tied with Brazil. They needed one more goal to be world champions. Tom bit his lower lip, sweat grazed his brow and his hands were tapping on his knee. The game was at its most pivotal moment and the suspense was intense. Sofia’s family hardly dared to breathe or blink in fears of missing anything. With 30 seconds to spare, El Chicharito managed to snag the ball. As he ran closer to the goal, screams and shouts were heard all around, and Tom found himself screaming the loudest. El Chicharito quickly kicked and Tom felt his stomach clench, after what felt like an eternity, the ball soared into the goal.

Tom leaped up out of his seat, “we won!” He shouted, grinning at Sofia. “We won, we really did that!” He hugged everyone around him and jumped around. Tom could not contain his excitement, and it showed.

“What do you mean ‘we’ won?” Sofia’s cousin Daniel asked, smirking as he looked over at Tom.

“I… I mean..” Tom trailed off, feeling his cheeks flush.

“Daniel no seas pendejo, Tom es uno de nosotros!” Sofia’s tia Maria scolded him. Turning to Tom with a bright smile she said, “Tom, ya eres de nuestra familia, asi que no le hagas caso a Daniel, ya eres Mexicano.”

Sofia translated for Tom, and Tom felt indescribable happiness at her words, he was truly touched. He loved Sofia, and for her family to accept him as one of their own meant that he was that much closer to being able to propose to her. Swooping down, he pulled Sofia in for a sweet kiss.

[tonydadisbestdad]

Possessive And Violent My Ass

Tom HollandxReader

NOT Dad fic

Word Count: 2,022

Prompt: ‘my current partner is a huge asshole and i need a reason to break up with them so will you pretend to be my possessive and violent ex’

A/N: So, I took a different route with this one and tried a mob Tom fic. It’s alright I suppose, just felt like doing something I haven’t before. Enjoy.

You were rather frustrated. Your current boyfriend was splayed out on your couch, asleep. The beer that you knew must have been in his hand knocked over on your hardwood floor. Take out containers littered the table, and your cat was eating out of one of them.

This was not the first time this had happened. In fact the last time you found him like this you told him to get lost and not find his way back. However, he was rather determined to stay with you, so he managed to sweeten his way back in every time.

And you let it happen, because he was pretty sweet and you didn’t exactly want to hurt him. But he was rather gross once he settled in. Even if he did clean up nice. And sure you could very easily get rid of him. But you were afraid he’d think you were joking. Even if you could kill him in more ways than one without leaving a trace that you did it.

That was just an occupational hazard of yours for those around you. It wasn’t your fault you got mixed up with the mob. It was all your friend Tom’s fault. You’d follow him anywhere and when he’d taken over the business, well you were right beside him, Harrison right with the two of you. However, the man asleep on your couch had absolutely no clue about your real job.

Deciding that you weren’t going to deal with this mess, you went right back out your door. You found yourself at Tom’s. You strolled right in, the two bodyguards posted at the door nodded to you.

“Evening boys,” You greeted, barely offering them a glance.

“Evening boss,” they responded. Tom might be their actual boss, but you were the one in charge of them. You were the one given the orders to send them out, what to do, when to do it and how. You were the one handling the dirty work Tom didn’t want to handle, the kind he didn’t find worth his time but knew that whoever it was needed a more special touch than just his regular guys.

“Tom?!” You called out, into the larger than average home.

“What are you doing back so soon, love?” He asked, exiting his kitchen.

“Gary did it again. I can’t take it, Tom. I’m gonna kill’im. But he’s too nice!” You ranted on about the mess he’d made, how you’d probably get home and he’d be gone and the mess would still be there, on top of your cat probably having the shits just to add to your problems.

“I’ve told you before,” Tom started, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and starting to guide you upstairs. “I can take care of it.”

You groaned. “I don’t want him dead, Tom. I could do that myself if I wanted. Just want him to stop comin’ around after I’ve sent him off.”

Tom stopped in front of the door to his bedroom and leaned against it. “You know, I’ve seen you be the nastiest bitch, yet you can’t get rid of a guy that’s nice? You must have lost your touch.”

You scoffed and punched his shoulder.

He didn’t hesitate to grab your wrist. “Don’t-”

“Wait!” You said, not caring about the empty threat he was about to place upon you, knowing he would never think about hurting you. “I’ve got it!”

Tom sighed and released you. “What brilliant plan have you devised now?”

“Well, Gary doesn’t know what I do for a living, right? But I’m sure he knows about you, and not from me, who doesn’t?”

Tom wasn’t following, his eye brow was arched as he watched you closely. You were incredibly sexy when you had a good idea. So happy, something he liked seeing on you with how rare it was in this line of business.

“What if you came over and pretended to be like my crazy possessive and violent ex?” You were smiling so wide at him, hoping he’d go for it.

He thought over your words. “Is that what you think of me?”

You rolled your eyes. “You missed the point, and no I do not, Thomas. I just think you’d be really good at pretending to be. You already shoot all the guys dirty looks if they even cast a glance my way. You’d be great at it.”

“What if I don’t want to pretend to be your ex?” He asked. “You know I’d much rather be with you.”

You blushed. You never really took those words of his seriously. Because even when he said them, there were still other women in his life, there were still times when you knew he could never possibly love you. That you couldn’t have a normal life together. Even if you wanted to be with him. “Tom-”

“Yeah, I’ll do it. But if I do, you’re going to sit down and listen to what I have to say about you and you believe me this time.” He held his hand out to you.

You took it and shook, sealing your deal. You were rather hoping what he’d have to tell you would be in your favor. Hand shakes were binding between the lot of you. But, having a normal boyfriend was something you rather enjoyed, it was like living in a cute little fantasy. One where you could imagine a frilly white wedding, and a house and three kids. Not the kind where you would constantly worry your husband was cheating on you, or the safety of your children. You pushed those thoughts away, you had to focus. “I’ll come up with a plan tonight and let you know in the morning.” You eagerly kissed his cheek. “Thank you, Tom.”

He shook his head at you. “Just don’t forget about the other end of the bargain.”

You nodded, “Of course. Goodnight, thank you for letting me stay the night.” You started off towards one of the many spare bedrooms.

“I’ve told you, anytime, Y/N.” He watched you go, rubbing the back of his neck.

The following morning you sat down with Tom and told him your plan. Everything was set, it was going to finally get Gary out of your life without you having to be an absolute bitch to him. Tom got the privilege of doing that.

“You ready?” You asked meeting Tom in front of your apartment building. You’d already confirmed that Gary was still there, so all you had to do was show up and let the fun begin.

You started bickering at the end of your hall, well more like yelling at each other. You didn’t care if your neighbors heard, you could easily tell them all the truth. “Go home, Tom!!” You shouted right outside your door. You fought with your keys to get them in the lock but he turned you around and your back hit the door. Just enough to make a noise, but not harsh enough to hurt you.

“Don’t fucking talk back to me!” He growled.

You got your door open and stepped back into your place as he followed you in. “Get out,” You shouted, shoving at him.

“Y/N?” You could hear Gary over your shoulder, somehow still on your couch and sounding groggy.

Tom grabbed your wrist and your chin smooshing your cheeks. “I fucking-”

“Hey!” Gary yelled, scrambling off the sofa. “Let go of her!”

“Who the fuck is this?” Tom asked, quickly. The gun he kept in the back of his pants was now pointed at Gary.

Gary held his hands up and took a step back, “W-whoa! H-hold on there-”

“Tommy please, please don’t worry about him, he-he’s just a friend.” You lied, sounding so innocent, tears welled in your eyes.

Tom’s eyes narrowed at the man before he cut them at you. He tsked, “Baby, you know better than to lie to me.”

“Y/N, who is this guy?” Gary asked, the fear in his voice made him sound 12.

“My-my ex,” You answered, making Tom’s hold on you a bit tighter as he tugged you closer to himself.

“Your what?” Tom asked, his tone threatening. “Maybe you should properly introduce me, darlin’. You know I love when you tell people what you are to me. What I’d do to anybody that even looks at you thinking they could love you better than I do.”

You whimpered, shrinking into your shoulders. You glanced over at Gary, you wished you could have laughed. He looked like he was about to piss himself. “Gary this is, Tom Holland… I-I’m sure you’ve heard of him…”

Gary swallowed thickly, knowing exactly who the man in front of him was now.

“Gary you should go. Really, T-Tom’s right. I’m his girl, and it was really a mistake to run off on him… but this isn’t working and I don’t want him doing something to you. It’s better this way.”

Gary could only stare at you. “You don’t possibly expect me to just leave you him with this crazy ass-”

Tom clicked the safety off his gun. “What was that, mate?”

Gary took a shallow breath.

“Gary, go! Leave for good please! I’ll be alright but you won’t be if you don’t leave!” You told him, praying he’d finally get out.

“Yeah Gary,” Tom added. “Get out.”

He scrambled to get his things before he was out the door, not even so much as putting his pants on.

You waited for the sound of the stairwell door at the end of the hall to close before you released a sigh of relief.

Tom finally released you and put the safety back on his gun before replacing it in his pants. “I didn’t hurt you, did I darling?” His hand was so gentle on your chin, a complete 180 from how it was before.

You smiled softly at him, “I’m alright Tom, really. I’m never going to be able to repay you. That was brilliant.” You didn’t even hesitate to hug him, something very rare for the two of you.

“Come on, Y/N,” He responded, arms wrapping around you. “You know I’d do anything for you. You’re my girl.”

You glanced up at him, “Tom, do you really-”

“Yes,” He answered before you could even get the question out. “It’s my turn now. I couldn’t wish for someone better than you to be by my side. I’m tired of not having this with you. You’re the only girl I want, alright? Will you please just be with me already? We’re perfect for each other and you know it as well as I do.”

You sighed. “I know all that… it’s just, sometimes it’s nice to have a break from the mob life. To think about having a normal life, with a husband and kids and being safe…”

Tom brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Sweetheart, there’ll never be a safer place for you than with me. We can have a life together, maybe it won’t fully be conventional, but I’m willing to do what it takes to give you everything you want.”

“And what happens when you don’t want to anymore? What happens when you have to go off to some club and there’s other girls there and they’re way more attractive than me and they’re all over you-”

He laughed, “You’re taking the not in a committed relationship Tom and not getting the I want to be with you and only you Tom. Y/N, I want this with you. That’s it, alright? I’d never commit myself to you and do something to hurt you like that. You just have to trust me. Stop thinking about everything else. Do you want to be with me, yes or no?”

You knew he was right. You were being unfair, and trying to talk yourself out of something you really wanted because you were afraid. But from the determined look in his eyes you knew how much he wanted this. You nodded, “Yes I want to be with you.”

Tom smiled and pulled you in for a kiss.

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Can you write something like Tom was just shopping around and spotted reader in a book store because she’s a really big good nerd and he just thought “ wow she’s so pretty” but Tom never made the move until reader noticed that he started coming around the library more often

THE LIBRARY

Pairing- Tom Holland x reader (ft. Harrison Osterfield)

Summary- Yet another love story started in the library. Yours..

Warnings- none (Not me smiling the entire while time writing it)

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"The planes looked like distant pinpoints at first, and the few who saw them took them seriously even up to their moment when they dropped their payload. An army private.." you mumbled as you read your book. The page of your notebook was now shrinking as you started recording your notes in them. With your glasses comfortably sitting on your nose, your eyes scanning through the pages of your book, you finished another assignment.

"Three down, two to go" a smile crept on your face as you stacked your assignment notes and stapled them together. Your chair made a screeching sound as you got up to put the book your were reading earlier in its place and grab a new one.

Before starting the same saga of flipping through the pages and reducing the life of your notebook, you decided to take a break for five minutes. After around three hours or so you slipped your glasses away from your face. Your glasses on the other hand did not like being woken up so they left two marks on either side of your nose. You rubbed out those marks so they would blend in your skin. Looking outside the glass window, there it was. The departure of the sun painted the sky in hues of orange and red. On concentrating on the view for long enough, you saw you reflection staring back at you. All you could see was a nerd who somewhere was lost within pages of a book on a shelf no one was interested in reading anymore, little did they know that the book had so much more to offer.

"Are you done?" Harrison grunted . While he stood outside a store, Tom was busy flirting with the cashier as she scanned the price tag for all of his clothes. "In a minute" Tom answered back and Harrison scoffed at how long Tom's one minute can be. Finally after a busy shopping trip which by the way was supposed to be a grocery shopping, Tom and Harrison were headed back to their dorm.

"Wanna stop for a coffee? You look tired." Tom questioned after he saw a coffee shop on the curb. After the exhausting shopping trip and waiting for hours, Harrison was not able to say no to the refreshing offer. So there he was standing in a que while Tom sat on the chair nestled between the shopping bags. "So much for me being tired" Harrison scoffed.

Tom was busy updating his Instagram page with the mirror selfies that he had taken earlier. But how could he say no to the beautiful sunset before him, he had to capture it. As his camera opened on the screen of his phone and while he adjusted the position, he titled his head to get a better view. A better view of you.

Somehow as he adjusted his camera, the lens caught you. He looked at you with wonder in his eyes. The way you looked at the sunset as if it was your only escape from the world, how the strands of your hair beautifully adorned your face. He had found the pretty girl who was once lost within the pages.

"Now don't tell me you wanna go to the library." Harrison exclaimed as he settled the coffee mugs on the table. "Who is she?" Tom blurted out. "Who is who" Harrison's eyes scanned the entire café. Tom looked at Harry and held his head and turned it in your direction. "Oh that's Y/N. She is in our college." he informed. "Yeah our college is the only college in this area bud" said Tom.

"Let's go home. We have assignments to submit." explained Tom. Harrison looked at him with wide eyes. "YOU want to go complete your ASSIGNMENTS?" he enquired. "Yes we might have to visit the library too." Tom said as he stole a glance at you. Harrison saw that and he smiled in content that Tom was going to library because of you not his so called assignments. "As long as you don't go crazy." murmured Harrison.

The next few days, something felt weird. You could feel somebody's gaze on you which was very rare. Why would someone look at you. Deciding it to ignore it for a couple of days, you somehow two weeks.

"Why won't you go talk to her?" Harrison finally asked Tom. He was done with the games Tom was playing. Tom came to library every single day, sat there for hours looking at you but he never made a move. "I can't just go to her!" screeched Tom. The sudden high pitched sound attracted the librarian. "You can't go talk to her?" scoffed Harrison. That's it, he knew his friend was going crazy.

After contemplating his life's decisions and endless debate, he finally got up and walked towards you. "Hello" he whispered. The noted that you were writing suddenly stopped as you rose your head towards him. "Hi?" you said. He could practically melt at your honey voice but he set it aside for some other day. "I am Tom." he said awkwardly. Never in his life as he ever been this shy before. "My name is Y/N. Please have a seat. I am not punishing you for staring at me for the past two weeks." you said effortlessly which surprised you.

At his embarrassment you chuckled and watching you chuckle bought a smile to his face. Harrison watched with adoration in his eyes as he watched his friend's eyes turn into crescents when he talked to you. He smiled at the way a love story unfolded in front of his eyes.

Thats when he knew, "He is not crazy, by God he is whipped."

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A/N: Oh man..I get such wonderful requests that somehow manage to bring a smile on my face. My dear anon thank you so much for making my day 100x better. I hope this fic does justice to your request. 😊

The requests are open so go ahead and send me your plots. 💌💌

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Code Girls: The Untold Story of the American Women Code Breakers of World War II by Liza Mundy. [The book that I quoted earlier in the fic. Its a wonderful book on American Women. For those who love History do go check it out, you wont be disappointed. Its available on kindle.] 🥳

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