#— 🕯️ Tom (The Party 2017)

[fuckmycrane]

He will never change — Tom

— CW: 18+!, smut. Drug use (cocaine), smut, (kind of) angst. | word count: 1.3k

— a/n: I noticed I haven't found ANYTHING Tom related and I honestly find that a crime. Only Tom can look fucking hot snorting cocaine and having a breakdown in a bathroom. I do not condone the use of drugs so, don't do it ;).

“Tom are you okay— for fucks sake—” You gasp closing the bathroom door behind you, frowning when you see your husband kneeling next to the bathtub, wiping his nose repeatedly.

“Why can’t you fucking knock the door?” He asks, not bothering to cover his fix.

Locking the door with a flick of your wrist, you step closer to him, heels clicking on the white linoleum. It’s draining to see him decaying like this, even if he constantly promises to stop— both of you he won’t. Hand on your hips, you stare at him from above with a disapproving look.

“Why? So you can hide your cocaine pity party?”

He stands up, towering in front of you. His pupils are blown, the blue of his eyes barely noticeable, you see his eyebrow twitching, as he keeps sniffing. It’s too early to deal with this. Rolling your eyes, you turn around to leave the lavatory, not in the mood to face him while he is in his high— but it appears to be that Tom has other plans.

“Where do you think you are going?” He wraps a shaky hand around your arm, yanking you towards him, and swirls you to press his chest against your back. “You can’t leave”

“Let go of me” You struggle, facing the small mirror cabinet on the wall. His free hand grasps your jaw, forcing you to meet your reflection. Calling his name again he tightens his grip. His arm circles your waist, as his hot breath tickles your neck.

“You are so beautiful” He whispers, squeezing your waist. His touch is uncontrolled, especially when he is under the influence. His body feels like a furnace behind you and you don’t have to be a genius to understand what direction he is going in.

Normally you would have pushed him away, blundered, and lost versus the mad strength that cocaine provides him with until he bends you over and forces you to submit under him; the power exchange sends a shiver down your spine, both eager to give in to his sudden lustful desires and to jab him with your elbow, cut his advances and call for a taxi to leave this place. It is not unusual to deal with Tom when he consumes, but every time it’s a bit more draining until it comes to a point where you consider divorcing him—  You start to wonder if it's worth it to stay with him. You could try to talk to him about his behavior, but he doesn't seem to listen. You feel exhausted and overwhelmed, the concern and hesitation readable in your expression.

“I love this dress on you” He continues, unaware of the turmoil inside your head. Tom’s hands let go of you, reaching for the thin straps of your black cocktail dress, sliding them down your shoulders. His warm lips kiss the side of your neck, smirking when you move slightly to give him more access, it is an instinctive reaction. “Good— good” Your husband breathes out, cupping your breasts and giggling them softly. “You are so sexy—” His teeth nibble your earlobe, forcing a quiet sigh from your part.

His erection pokes your ass, and you can’t help to grind on it, making him shiver and pant your name. It’s obvious this man loves you— but it is frustrating to feel he loves his drugs even more.

It’s easier to be oblivious, to close your eyes, and finally give in before the guilt can engulf you; Stumbling closer to the sink, your hands lay on either side of the porcelain fixture, feeling his hands leave your chest to ride up your dress. His index finger quickly finds your clit, circling it with practiced ease, continuously rubbing his hard cock behind you. His lips brush against your ear, his voice a low whisper that sends shivers of pleasure down your spine. You close your eyes, giving in to the pleasure, and let the moment consume you. Tom struggles to unbuckle his belt with one hand, lowering his trousers just enough to free his length and yank his underwear down. 

“You have no idea how much I love you” Tom is painfully aware of how ridiculous the situation is, but he is not willing to stop. In fact, he hooks his fingers in the elastic of your panties and yanks them down, letting them stretch at your ankles. Wrapping a hand around the base of his cock he prods your entrance with the tip, gasping in a husky voice when he slowly pushes in.

“Tom—” You moan, a bead of sweat rolling down your cheek. 

He stops, his hands leaving you for a painful moment. The lack of touch hits you with a mixture of frustration and anticipation, looking over your shoulder to find your husband kneeling next to the bathtub once again and unashamedly snorting another line with his cock out. Squeezing the sink with such force that your fingers go numb, you feel a wave of fury crash through you. He will never change.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You growl, glaring at him. He simply smiles at you, as if he found the situation amusing. Reaching for your underwear you finally made up your mind— to walk out, leave, call a cab, call your lawyer tomorrow morning, start the divorce process—

But he is quicker. Tom forces you back on the sink, overpowering you and yanking your hair to keep you in place. There’s a faint white spot smeared under his nose, one that you see from the mirror reflection. With a whine, you protest against his rough handling, squeezing your eyes shut and listening to him spit on his palm to smear it over his cock. Pushing your underwear down once again, Tom smirks at the sight of your wet entrance and presses his thumb over your hip. He pushes inside you in one swift movement. Your body betrays you, moaning in appreciation at the known sting of his cock spreading your warm insides. His breath grows ragged, thanks to your sinful walls clenching around him and the cocaine. His hips pull back and forth again, taking what he wants, not really caring for your needs and thoughts. 

Tom’s pace increases, clasping a hand over your mouth to keep your noises down— you are still in the bathroom and the walls are pretty thin; his thrusts becoming deeper and harder that you completely forget you were furious at him. 

“Pretty, pretty, pretty” He moans in appreciation, rutting into you like a madman. Your legs shake, barely holding up with his movements. “You will never leave me, I will never leave you” It sounds like a promise, but not the sweet one he did at your wedding, holding hands, back when things were easier— it almost sounds like a threat.

His name falls from your lips like a melody, muffled by his hand and spurring his hips. Sneaking his hand in between your thighs, the position is clumsy but he manages to find your clit again, torturing the swollen nub with his rough fingerpad and choking a moan as your pussy convulses around him. 

Shuddering with pleasure, your eyes roll back. Your climax is so close, moving his hips to meet his thrusts in a desperate attempt for more. Tom notices this, already having memorized your body like the back of his hand. He isn’t far, and when you finally reach your orgasm and crumble underneath him, he bites his tongue so hard it nearly draws blood. 

The hot sensation of his cum flooding your insides earns him a weak mewl, slowing his hips until he can’t handle the overstimulation. It’s too much, it’s terrible. The aftermath is messy and welcomes you with that dreaded feeling. You can’t continue with this. Your eyes swell up with tears of regret, cursing yourself for always falling back to the endless loop of fights and reconciliation sex. Tom pulls out with a tired sigh, watching how his release slides down your spent hole only to push it back inside with his fingers. 

Your tears fall to the sink, sobbing silently at the broken marriage you can’t seem to get out of when you hear him snort again, which causes you to sob louder.

He will never change. 

[fuckmycrane]

18+, smut, drug use, dubcon.

– a/n: before I eep. We. Need. More. Tom. Content (and I'll provide 🫡)

A sticky string of drool trickles down your chin as Tom's cock bullies your tight walls. His shaky hands squeeze your waist hard enough to bruise— but your thoughts are too foggy and your pussy is too cockdrunk to even form a coherent word.

When your divorce lawyer offered you a glass of wine, you— stupidly— thought it would help you ease some of the stress, because a damn divorce is so fucking exhausting... but surprise! A bottle of wine later, you found yourself accepting a line... and his cock. Your head is floating, everything is spinning and every sensation is heightened; you don't even register the slight pain in your lower back from the way Tom has you bent over on his couch, pinning you down with his weight.

His dick is big— bigger than your ex–husband's, bigger than that noisy vibrator you bought after your excuse of a man stopped pleasuring you... because God forbids a man is capable of making a woman feel good.

You mewl weakly when he stops, you listen to his hurried fidgeting and despite your dizzy neurons, you quickly understand what he's doing— as if the loud snort wasn't enough. Tom groans, rubbing his nose and smirking. "Having fun?" He asks breathlessly, reaching for your ass and groping it meanly. Words fail you, in fact, every fiber of your being is under your mercy. Tom laughs, enjoying the view of your first ride. "Yeah, you'll get used to it."

[fuckmycrane]

₊❏❜ ⋮ 𝐓𝐨𝐦 (𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟕)

➸ He will never change — 18+, smut! drug use.

➸ High — 18+, smut, drug use.

[cillianslvt]

the world needs more tom content

18+, smut, drug use, dubcon.

– a/n: before I eep. We. Need. More. Tom. Content (and I'll provide 🫡)

A sticky string of drool trickles down your chin as Tom's cock bullies your tight walls. His shaky hands squeeze your waist hard enough to bruise— but your thoughts are too foggy and your pussy is too cockdrunk to even form a coherent word.

When your divorce lawyer offered you a glass of wine, you— stupidly— thought it would help you ease some of the stress, because a damn divorce is so fucking exhausting... but surprise! A bottle of wine later, you found yourself accepting a line... and his cock. Your head is floating, everything is spinning and every sensation is heightened; you don't even register the slight pain in your lower back from the way Tom has you bent over on his couch, pinning you down with his weight.

His dick is big— bigger than your ex–husband's, bigger than that noisy vibrator you bought after your excuse of a man stopped pleasuring you... because God forbids a man is capable of making a woman feel good.

You mewl weakly when he stops, you listen to his hurried fidgeting and despite your dizzy neurons, you quickly understand what he's doing— as if the loud snort wasn't enough. Tom groans, rubbing his nose and smirking. "Having fun?" He asks breathlessly, reaching for your ass and groping it meanly. Words fail you, in fact, every fiber of your being is under your mercy. Tom laughs, enjoying the view of your first ride. "Yeah, you'll get used to it."