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[nottsluvv]

﹒⪩⪨﹒delusions ⌞ stalker!theodore nott ⌝ navigation ꕀ masterlists ꕀ rules ꕀ anons ꕀ aus ꕀ readers

pairing ꕀ stalker!theodore nott x reader

warnings ꕀ mdni, smut 18+, voyeurism, semi public??, masturbation, stalking, unprotected sex, dirty talk, anal, spanking, hair pulling

a/n ꕀ 570 words, unedited, finally got my shit together to write my theo drabble 😭

“fuck.” theo is panting, his hand wrapped around his dick. he presses his forehead against your window, his hands jerking his erection as he watches the man you brought home push himself into you.

he watches you arch your back off the couch, a silent moan escaping your lips. theo’s cock throbs in his hand as he narrows his eyes, keeping them trained on you. your legs aren’t spread out enough, not pressed far back enough, and he isn’t hitting you deep enough.

theo hisses as he watches the man not push deep enough and his movements along his shaft grow faster, harder, needier. it was absolutely pathetic the way theo wished—no, yearned—for him to be the one to touch you, to kiss you, to claim you, and to fuck you.

properly.

he closes his eyes as he fully releases his cock from his jeans, jerking it off as he imagines fucking you from behind. 

your moans roar in theo’s ears as he ruts himself against you, his cock thrusting into your ass as you arch your back into him, crying out.

“does that feel good, cara mia?” theo hisses into your ear, grabbing your hair to expose your neck as he continues pounding your ass. “taking my cock in your ass?” he uses his free hand to spank your buttcheek, making a strangled cry escape your lips.

“theo—fuck yes, feels so—so good!”

your eyes gloss over as he grips your hair into a fist with one hand, forcing you to arch your back into him as he pounds you from behind. theo grunts, his hand leaving another mark on your ass with a loud slap.

“cazzo, look at this ass taking my cock so well,” theo groans. “beautiful ass, baby. ‘m gonna fill this ass up, yeah?”

“theo—please, yes,” you moan breathlessly as his fingers tangle deeper into your hair, the hand on your buttcheek gliding to your lower stomach. theo pushes his hand onto your skin, forcing you to meet him with every thrust.

your eyes roll to the back of your head as his thrusts get sloppier, a heat building up significantly between your legs. theo presses harder against your lower stomach, the pressure splitting through your body as the orgasm rips you in half.

you’re panting when you come down, your vision unblurring slightly, gasps falling from your lips in time with theo’s thrusts.

theo’s eyes fly open as he gets jerked back to reality, his forehead pressed against the side of the window, his cock pulsing and throbbing in his hand as he jerks it furiously. he grunts, biting down on his lip as he watches your date keep up at the same slow pace.

you could do so much better, theo thinks. you could have me.

his hand’s motions quicken as he feels his climax building up soon. he keeps his eyes on you, nice and spread out on the couch, and he imagines you under him, his cock wrecking your pussy.

theo groans, feeling sticky liquid seep between his fingers as pleasure racks through every single bone, every single muscle in his body. at the same time, your own orgasm hits you, and he sees your eyes roll back, your hips lift and your legs spread instinctively.

he squeezes his cock, swearing he feels your pussy clench around him.

soon. soon you’ll be his, and there is nothing you can do about it.

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[just-french-me-up]

'ao3 needs a like and dislike button'

what you need, my algorithm-rotten minded friend, is a grip

[izzythedemigod]

I just found the funniest font ever

Like. What is this. Why is this. Who is the target audience of this?

[theaftersundown]

the holy grail types of fanfic

[ekingston]

SO HERE IS THE WHOLE STORY (SO FAR).

I am on my knees begging you to reblog this post and to stop reblogging the original ones I sent out yesterday. This is the complete account with all the most recent info; the other one is just sending people down senselessly panicked avenues that no longer lead anywhere.

IN SHORT

Cliff Weitzman, CEO of Speechify and (aspiring?) voice actor, used AI to scrape thousands of popular, finished works off AO3 to list them on his own for-profit website and in his attached app. He did this without getting any kind of permission from the authors of said work or informing AO3. Obviously.

When fandom at large was made aware of his theft and started pushing back, Weitzman issued a non-apology on the original social media posts—using 

his dyslexia; 

his intent to implement a tip-system for the plagiarized authors; and 

a sudden willingness to take down the work of every author who saw my original social media posts and emailed him individually with a ‘valid’ claim,

as reasons we should allow him to continue monetizing fanwork for his own financial gain.

When we less-than-kindly refused, he took down his ‘apologies’ as well as his website (allegedly—it’s possible that our complaints to his web host, the deluge of emails he received or the unanticipated traffic brought it down, since there wasn’t any sort of official statement made about it), and when it came back up several hours later, all of the work formerly listed in the fan fiction category was no longer there. 

THE TAKEAWAYS

1. Cliff Weitzman (aka Ofek Weitzman) is a scumbag with no qualms about taking fanwork without permission, feeding it to AI and monetizing it for his own financial gain; 

2. Fandom can really get things done when it wants to, and 

3. Our fanworks appear to be hidden, but they’re NOT DELETED from Weitzman’s servers, and independently published, original works are still listed without the authors' permission. We need to hold this man responsible for his theft, keep an eye on both his current and future endeavors, and take action immediately when he crosses the line again. 

THE TIMELINE, THE DETAILS, THE SCREENSHOTS (behind the cut)

Sunday night, December 22nd 2024, I noticed an influx in visitors to my fic You & Me & Holiday Wine. When I searched the title online, hoping to find out where they came from, a new listing popped up (third one down, no less):

This listing is still up today, by the way, though now when you follow the link to word-stream, it just brings you to the main site. (Also, to be clear, this was not the cause for the influx of traffic to my fic; word-stream did not link back to the original work anywhere.)

I followed the link to word-stream, where to my horror Y&M&HW was listed in its entirety—though, beyond the first half of the first chapter, behind a paywall—along with a link promising to take me—through an app downloadable on the Apple Store—to an AI-narrated audiobook version. When I searched word-stream itself for my ao3 handle I found both of my multi-chapter fics were listed this way:

Because the tags on my fics (which included genres* and characters, but never the original IPs**) weren’t working, I put ‘Kara Danvers’ into the search bar and discovered that many more supercorp fics (Supergirl TV fandom, Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor pairing) were listed.

I went looking online for any mention of word-stream and AI plagiarism (the covers—as well as the ridiculously inflated number of reviews and ratings—made it immediately obvious that AI fuckery was involved), but found almost nothing: only one single Reddit post had been made, and it received (at that time) only a handful of upvotes and no advice. 

I decided to make a tumblr post to bring the supercorp fandom up to speed about the theft. I draw as well as write for fandom and I’ve only ever had to deal with art theft—which has a clear set of steps to take depending on where said art was reposted—and I was at a loss regarding where to start in this situation.

After my post went up I remembered Project Copy Knight, which is worth commending for the work they’ve done to get fic stolen from AO3 taken down from monetized AI 'audiobook’ YouTube accounts. I reached out to @echoekhi, asking if they’d heard of this site and whether they could advise me on how to get our works taken down.

While waiting for a reply I looked into Copy Knight’s methods and decided to contact OTW’s legal department:

And then I went to bed.

By morning, tumblr friends @makicarn and @fazedlight as well as a very helpful tumblr anon had seen my post and done some very productive sleuthing:

@echoekhi had also gotten back to me, advising me, as expected, to contact the OTW. So I decided to sit tight until I got a response from them.

That response came only an hour or so later: 

Which was 100% understandable, but still disappointing—I doubted a handful of individual takedown requests would accomplish much, and I wasn’t eager to share my given name and personal information with Cliff Weitzman himself, which is unavoidable if you want to file a DMCA.

I decided to take it to Reddit, hoping it would gain traction in the wider fanfic community, considering so many fandoms were affected. My Reddit posts (with the updates at the bottom as they were emerging) can be found here and here.

A helpful Reddit user posted a guide on how users could go about filing a DMCA against word-stream here (to wobbly-at-best results)

A different helpful Reddit user signed up to access insight into word-streams pricing. Comment is here.

Smells unbelievably scammy, right? In addition to those audacious prices—though in all fairness any amount of money would be audacious considering every work listed is accessible elsewhere for free—my dyscalculia is screaming silently at the sight of that completely unnecessary amount of intentionally obscured numbers.

Speaking of which! As soon as the post on r/AO3—and, as a result, my original tumblr post—began taking off properly, sometime around 1 pm, jumpscare! A notification that a tumblr account named @cliffweitzman had commented on my post, and I got a bit mad about the gist of his message :

Fortunately he caught plenty of flack in the comments from other users (truly you should check out the comment section, it is extremely gratifying and people are making tremendously good points), in response to which, of course, he first tried to both reiterate and renegotiate his point in a second, longer comment (which I didn’t screenshot in time so I’m sorry for the crappy notification email formatting):

which he then proceeded to also post to Reddit (this is another Reddit user’s screenshot, I didn’t see it at all, the notifications were moving too fast for me to follow by then)

... where he got a roughly equal amount of righteously furious replies. (Check downthread, they're still there, all the way at the bottom.)

After which Cliff went ahead & deleted his messages altogether. 

It’s not entirely clear whether his account was suspended by Reddit soon after or whether he deleted it himself, but considering his tumblr account is still intact, I assume it’s the former. He made a handful of sock puppet accounts to play around with for a while, both on Reddit and Tumblr, only one of which I have a screenshot of, but since they all say roughly the same thing, you’re not missing much:

And then word-stream started throwing a DNS error.

That lasted for a good number of hours, which was unfortunately right around the time that a lot of authors first heard about the situation and started asking me individually how to find out whether their work was stolen too. I do not have that information and I am unclear on the perimeters Weitzman set for his AI scraper, so this is all conjecture: it LOOKS like the fics that were lifted had three things in common:

They were completed works;

They had over several thousand kudos on AO3; and

They were written by authors who had actively posted or updated work over the past year.

If anyone knows more about these perimeters or has info that counters my observation, please let me know!

I finally thought to check/alert evil Twitter during this time, and found out that the news was doing the rounds there already. I made a quick thread summarizing everything that had happened just in case. You can find it here.

I went to Bluesky too, where fandom was doing all the heavy lifting for me already, so I just reskeeted, as you do, and carried on.

Sometime in the very early evening, word-stream went back up—but the fan fiction category was nowhere to be seen. Tentative joy and celebration!***

That’s when several users—the ones who had signed up for accounts to gain intel and had accessed their own fics that way—reported that their work could still be accessed through their history. Relevant Reddit post here.

Sooo—

We’re obviously not done. The fanwork that was stolen by Weitzman may be inaccessible through his website right now, but they aren’t actually gone. And the fact that Weitzman wasn’t willing to get rid of them altogether means he still has plans for them. 

This was my final edit on my Reddit post before turning off notifications, and it's pretty much where my head will be at for at least the foreseeable future:

Please feel free to add info in the comments, make your own posts, take whatever action you want to take to protect your work. I only beg you—seriously, I’m on my knees here—to not give up like I saw a handful of people express the urge to do. Keep sharing your creative work and remain vigilant and stay active to make sure we can continue to do so freely. Visit your favorite fics, and the ones you’ve kept in your ‘marked for later’ lists but never made time to read, and leave kudos, leave comments, support your fandom creatives, celebrate podficcers and support AO3. We created this place and it’s our responsibility to keep it alive and thriving for as long as we possibly can.

Also FUCK generative AI. It has NO place in fandom spaces.

THE 'SMALL' PRINT (some of it in all caps):

*Weitzman knew what he was doing and can NOT claim ignorance. One, it’s pretty basic kindergarten stuff that you don’t steal some other kid’s art project and present it as your own only to act surprised when they protest and then tell the victim that they should have told you sooner that they didn’t want their project stolen. And two, he was very careful never to list the IPs these fanworks were based on, so it’s clear he was at least familiar enough with the legalities to not get himself in hot water with corporate lawyers. Fucking over fans, though, he figured he could get away with that. 

**A note about the AI that Weitzman used to steal our work: it’s even greasier than it looks at first glance. It’s not just the method he used to lift works off AO3 and then regurgitate onto his own website and app. Looking beyond the untold horrors of his AI-generated cover ‘art’, in many cases these covers attempt to depict something from the fics in question that can’t be gleaned from their summaries alone. In addition, my fics (and I assume the others, as well) were listed with generated genres; tags that did not appear anywhere in or on my fic on AO3 and were sometimes scarily accurate and sometimes way off the mark. I remember You & Me & Holiday Wine had ‘found family’ (100% correct, but not tagged by me as such) and I believe The Shape of Soup was listed as, among others, ‘enemies to friends to lovers’ and ‘love triangle’ (both wildly inaccurate). Even worse, not all the fic listed (as authors on Reddit pointed out) came with their original summaries at all. Often the entire summary was AI-generated. All of these things make it very clear that it was an all-encompassing scrape—not only were our fics stolen, they were also fed word-for-word into the AI Weitzman used and then analyzed to suit Weitzman’s needs. This means our work was literally fed to this AI to basically do with whatever its other users want, including (one assumes) text generation. 

***Fan fiction appears to have been made (largely) inaccessible on word-stream at this time, but I’m hearing from several authors that their original, independently published work, which is listed at places like Kindle Unlimited, DOES still appear in word-stream’s search engine. This obviously hurts writers, especially independent ones, who depend on these works for income and, as a rule, don’t have a huge budget or a legal team with oceans of time to fight these battles for them. If you consider yourself an author in the broader sense, beyond merely existing online as a fandom author, beyond concerns that your own work is immediately at risk, DO NOT STOP MAKING NOISE ABOUT THIS.

PLEASE check my later versions of this post via my main page to make sure you have the latest version of this post before you reblog. All the information I’ve been able to gather is in my reblogs below, and it's frustrating to see the old version getting passed around, sending people on wild goose chases.

Thank you all so much!

[frownyalfred]

the fact that I’ve actually had this happen multiple times when I’ve entered a new fandom is hilarious like what do you MEAN

[rafterdarkr]

why are all these modern aus for the Odyssey set in a high school. where's the retelling where Odysseus is just a guy lost in an airport who keeps missing his connecting flights home due to a comical series of delays and disgruntled airline employees

[queer-here-and-in-fear]

BTW i see these posts all the time like "ohhh i dont know what to comment on fics.." and every response is "keysmashes! or hearts!! anything works :3" and thats GREAT!! thats helpful!!

but: consider. if u genuinely like analyzing writing.. do u know ur just allowed to go through and quote your favorite parts and ramble abt what they mean to u and the author will LOSE IT WITH HYPE?

genuinely. i felt SO WEIRD the first time i did it.. but like. holy shit authors love it. its crack for authors. the first time i did it, it was on a fic that hadnt updated in half a year, give or take, and the author made 3 updates that month BECAUSE OF MY COMMENT.

LIKE. as an author every comment is INCREDIBLE!!! but also, dont feel like your comment has to be short or otherwise ur invasive or smth!! authors ADORE long comments more than ANYTHING.

[biowho]

My housemate's cat came into my room while my dictation was on...

[nottsluvv]

﹒⪩⪨﹒sip of heaven ⌞ potions master!tom riddle ⌝ navigation ꕀ masterlists ꕀ rules ꕀ anons ꕀ aus ꕀ readers

pairing ꕀ potions master!tom riddle x reader

summary ꕀ you "accidentally" take a lust potion... and who better to please than the potion maker himself?

warnings ꕀ mdni, smut 18+, plot if you squint, oral(m! receiving), degradation, brat!reader??ish, intoxication, dubcon??, petnames(darling, doll, etc), dry humping, hair pulling, dirty talk, unprotected sex, making out, fingering, creampie

a/n ꕀ 3k words, unedited

the windchimes you gave to tom tinkle as you step into his shop, your gaze raking across the empty room. as you glide past the endless shelves of organized potions, elixirs and tonics, your eyes catch onto a small, unlabeled bottle tucked in the corner of tom’s desk.

you pick it up, turning the bottle between your fingers as you watch the dark red liquid slosh around within the delicate glass.

“we’re closed,” tom’s voice rings out behind you and you turn to face him. his eyes narrow under his gently tousled curls as he turns his attention to the little bottle in your hands.

“that’s not for sale, either,” he starts flatly, reaching out to grab your wrist and return the bottle to his desk but you step back quickly, evading his touch. you dangle the bottle between two fingers, holding it up and moving just out of the way every time tom steps forward, his eyes darkening.

he reaches for his wand tucked in his robes, holding it loosely between his fingers as he holds it up.

“now, riddle, that’s not playing very fair,” you retort as you step back again, a small pout playing on your lips.

tom raises a brow as he steps forward, his eyes flickering to behind you, and he strategically plans his approach to you, eventually cornering you against a wall. a devious smirk plays on his lips as he leans in, the tip of his wand poking against your throat as he whispers, “darling, you know i don’t play fair. now give that back.”

your eyes widen as tom’s wand pushes harder against your throat, forcing you to lean your head back, and your body goes limp against the wall as you contemplate giving in. you purse your lips, staring into his eyes before uncorking the bottle with your thumb and pouring the liquid down your throat.

it burns as you swallow, tom’s wand pressing harder against your skin as your throat bobs. the glass bottle falls to the ground with a soft clink.

you blink, a sudden fuzziness taking over your senses. as your sight unblurs, your eyes catching onto details you never noticed: the way tom’s shirt hugs his chest, how his adam’s apple bobs whenever he’s angry, the way his veins pop as he grips his wand to your throat, or the way his body is pressed right up against you, his hot breath feathering across your cheeks.

“oops,” you giggle, your knees shaking a little. tom scowls, and he leans in closer, close enough for you to touch those soft lips—

“do you have any idea what you just consumed?” tom growls as he stares down at you. you let out a soft laugh.

“you wish you could consume me,” you sigh dreamily, eyes trailing down to his hips, and your hand reaches out tentatively.

tom slaps your hand down, his fingers wrapping around your wrist as he pins it to the wall next to your head. “look at what you’ve done, darling, the effects are already sinking in.”

you blink wildly, your pulse skittering as he pins your hand to the wall, his face inches away from yours. if he just leans in to kiss you, and slip his hand under your shirt, and let you grind your hips against his—

fuck, you are horny. 

it comes out as a whimper, a plea, before you even could register the words that left your mouth. “tom, please.”

tom tsks, his eyes flashing. “please, what, darling? i don’t know what you want.”

you whine, your common sense thrown out the window and smashed into a million shards as you push yourself onto him, letting your aching core rub against his thigh. your brain hurt, and you couldn’t think clearly, the only thoughts in your head were tom, tom, tom.

tom smirks as you hump his thigh, rubbing your clothed pussy against his pants, his fingers tightening around your wrist. “is the doll in pain?” he asks with mock-concern, his brows raised. his thighs tighten up at the sight and feeling of you getting off on his leg, and tom feels his dick swell up against the fabric of his pants.

he pushes you off suddenly, a frown furrowing his brow as he adjusts his robes. wordlessly, he turns and walks to his desk, sitting down firmly on his chair, his legs spread, before beckoning to you.

“come here, darling,” tom says smoothly, all signs of the man he was when you first walked in gone. “on your knees.”

you quickly come to him, falling promptly to your knees when you approach. you rest your chin on his knee, looking up at him with those pretty little eyes, your core aching with need. tom takes your chin in one hand, tilting your head up and making you bat your lashes. he curses, feeling himself throb and strain against his pants.

you try to keep your eyes trained on his face but they still trail down to the tent in his pants, making warmth pool down to your stomach at the sight.

“didn’t know you were such a slut for me every time you came in here,” tom growls as his fingers dig into your skin as he grips your jaw. you let out a muffled whimper, and he chuckles, a dark, thirsty sound.

tom’s other hand comes down to his crotch, and he pulls down his fly and unbuttons his pants, pulling them down to his knees, revealing the large bulge under his boxers. he tugs at your jaw, pulling you in closer between his legs.

he raises a brow, dipping his chin down expectantly. with eager fingers, you pull down the waistband of his boxers just enough to let his erection spring free from the confines of his clothing.

you feel a slick wet your underwear, your pussy burning and aching at the sight of his cock. tom lazily wraps his free hand around the base, jerking himself off slowly as pre-cum glistens from the tip.

tom jerks your head closer to his cock, his eyes darkening with lust as he watches your tongue flick out to wet your lips. fuck. he feels his member swell up in his hand at your face, so ready for him, so fuckable.

“such a pretty little mouth for a fucking slut, hm?” tom coos, his thumb running across your wet lips. you nod breathlessly, your pulse quickening and your core dripping at his words. how could such dirty words come from such a proper… gentleman?

“suck,” tom orders as he leans back against his chair, widening his legs slightly as you scoot yourself closer to him.

you close your eyes as your tongue flicks out to lick the tip of his length, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum. your lips pepper kisses on his tip, slowly taking in more of him in your mouth as you reach up to wrap one hand around his base. you ease him in, muffling whimpers and whines until his cock hits the back of your throat, making you gag.

tom reaches down to grab your hair, forcing your eyelids to open up and look up at him, tears prickling the corners of your eyes. he smirks as you gag around his cock, a shiver of pleasure rushing down his spine.

“you look so much better when that slut mouth of yours is filled up,” tom observes, his fingers tightening around your hair, pulling your head up. he groans as your hand wraps around him, and you ease him out a little, letting your tongue swirl around his cockhead. “this cockslut is finally fucking quiet and doing what she’s told.”

his member stifles a soft moan from your lips, and as your lashes brush against your cheeks, tom tugs at your hair, forcing your eyes open again.

“no. keep your eyes on me, doll,” tom orders sharply, leaning in slightly. his cock throbs in your mouth as you bob your head up and down, almost a nod.

you continue to bob your head, moving your hand in time with your head, and tom throws his head back, his mouth open in a soundless groan. you finally let him out with a pop, gasping for air as you moved closer to him, letting him close his legs around you.

your clit burns against your clothes as you moved, and you shift to sit on tom’s foot, rubbing your pussy against the top of his shoe. you place kitten licks across the tip of his cock as you grind against his foot, your core’s burning appeasing slightly at the friction.

tom looks down at you with narrowed eyes, a dark smirk playing on his lips. “who said you could ride me?” he demands, his hand tangled in your hair moving down to your chin. he sneers as you whimper around his cock, your ministrations on his foot ceasing immediately.

“please—please, tom, please—” you whine, your mouth full of his member. 

“does it hurt, darling?” tom inquires, his eyes glittering under his curls. “does the doll need something to ride because her pussy hurts?”

you nod wildly, your lips parting around his cock as you silently plead him. tom smirks, and he prods his foot against your core.

“fine, fucking slut,” he hisses as you gratefully suck him, sitting back down on him and rubbing against his shoe.

your pussy burns at the friction, slick coating your underwear as your hips bucked against tom’s foot. you feel tom’s fingers entangle themselves back into your hair as your throat bobs around his long cock, his cockhead hitting the back of your throat again.

tom grunts, his thighs clenching as he sees your soft lips around his member, your clothed pussy rocking against his foot, your pretty eyes watering as you gagged around his length. his hips buck involuntarily in your face, making you gasp out, a broken moan falling from your lips as you greedily continue to suck him off.

“fuck. look at that pretty mouth sucking off my cock like candy,” tom growls, his fingers tightening around your hair as he pulls you closer. you whine softly, your hips rocking faster and harder against his foot.

tom’s cock twitches inside your mouth and you can see his balls tighten. you moan, lifting your hips to grind against his leg, your pussy aching as you rub hard against his pants. he lifts your head up by tugging at your hair, his eyes searching yours. you suck his cock harder, taking him in deeper as he groans, feeling his release build up in his lower stomach. 

his member swells up in your mouth and you let out a small whimper at the sensation. fuck, you dreamt of this. tom pulls at your hair again, this time more desperate and needing. tom throws his head back, all his muscles tensing as his cock expands inside your mouth.

he groans and you feel his hot cum in your mouth before you taste it. tom fills your mouth up with warm jets of his load and you moan around his member, ceasing your grinding against his leg to greedily swallow up every last drop of his cum.

“take it all. swallow it, fuckdoll,” tom breathes out, his fingers tugging at your hair. another moan escapes your lips and he sneers, bucking his hips forward, forcing his cock deeper into your mouth.

you gulp the last of his load and pull him out slowly, the salty taste of his cum still lingering on your tongue. your tongue glides over your lips, lapping up any drops of tom’s cum left on your face.

his cock slaps up to his abdomen once released from your mouth, and tom grunts as he feels himself harden again, at the sight of you licking up his cum from your lips. “tastes good, doesn’t it?” he growls as he pulls you up by your hair, forcing you onto his lap.

“yes tom yes, tastes so good,” you mumble as tom’s hands push you up to his desk next to him, and he stands up, sliding his pants and boxers down to the ground, placing himself in between your legs. you watch him shrug off his robe and unbutton his shirt, revealing his toned and bare torso to you.

your swollen lips part, and you’re already salivating at the sight of tom riddle, standing in front of you, naked.

he pushes you down and grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head on his desk as his other hand starts taking off your clothes. tom’s mouth crashes down on yours and you feel his tongue immediately claim your mouth, swirling and exploring every inch of it.

he helps you take off your blouse, and essentially rips off your skirt, leaving you with nothing but your panties.

tom hums into your mouth. “no bra, darling?” he tsks. “how naughty of you. as if you were begging to get fucked by me.” he pulls away from your mouth and you whine, your hands struggling against his.

tom’s free hand brushes against your panties, and he chuckles as his fingertips brush against the slick-soaked fabric of you underwear. “so fucking soaked for me.” he hooks his fingers around the hem and tears them off, leaving your pussy bare and wet to him.

he pushes his fingers up your entrance and you bite your lip, stifling a whimper as slick coats his fingertips and he barely touched you. tom hisses with satisfaction, dipping two of his fingers deeper into your pussy, and you arch your back off his desk at the sudden penetration, a low moan escaping your lips.

he grunts, his cock throbbing as he fingerfucks you on his desk, his fingers curling and thrusting and pushing into your pussy. tom fixes his gaze on your face, the way your cheeks are flushed and you’re gasping out every time he plunges his fingers into your hole.

“why didn’t i fuck you sooner?” he asks himself aloud. he wonders when the potion’s effects will wear off and you’ll run away from him.

“tom!” you moan out, your tits shaking as your whole body shudders and arches off his desk. tom smirks and leans back in to kiss you, swallowing your moans and silencing your whimpers. he moves his tongue inside your mouth in time with his fingers, dragging his fingers against your tight hole before pushing them right back in roughly.

tom pulls his fingers out of your dripping pussy, pressing his fingers against your lips. you open your mouth eagerly, obediently as he shoves his fingers onto your tongue.

“that’s right. taste yourself, you slut. so fucking eager to get fucked by me, aren’t you, doll?” tom hisses as he watches you suck and lick your own juices off his fingers. his lips twist into a smirk as you nod slowly, and he lets you focus on his fingers as he aims his hips at yours, letting his cockhead rub against your clit.

you gasp, releasing his fingers from your mouth as you feel tom’s hot cockhead prod against your wet folds. he teases you, pushing in an inch and pulling out, watching you shudder and hear your soft, breathy moans escape your lips.

tom shallow-fucks you, grunting as he restrains himself from pounding into you until he’s balls deep, letting his cockhead dip into your sweet pussy and pulling out, before he lets your cunt swallow his cock whole.

his grip on your wrists tightens as he clenches his jaw, not being able to take it anymore. without warning, tom slams his hips into you, drilling his cock deep into you with a grunt.

you arch your back immediately, a loud moan leaving your throat as tom begins to pound your pussy. “moan like the whore you are for my cock,” tom growls into your ear as he thrusts his cock into you, letting it drag against your walls slowly before shoving himself back in.

he fucks you hard against his desk, making it move with every thrust of his hips. you moan loudly, the pleasure of his cock buried inside you making you see stars. tom shifts your legs, pulling them up to his shoulders to give him a better angle. he drives into you, the head of his cock pushing up against your g-spot, forcing a moan out of your lips and making you clench around his length.

a sweet pressure builds up in your lower stomach as tom ravages your pussy, his pace unforgiving. every time his cock hits your sweet spot, your vision goes dark and all you can hear are your moans and his grunts.

“so fucking tight,” tom groans as his hips slam against you, filling you up balls deep in one stroke. you shatter around him, moans falling breathlessly from your lips as you cum around him, your body shaking underneath him.

the pressure inside of you is so good, the way he stretches you out and fills you up. your pussy clenches around him forcefully as he continues to thrust into you, fucking your orgasm out of you.

tom swears, his cock twitching inside of you as his movements become sloppy and quicker. his hand tightens around your wrists, his fingers digging into your skin as he feels his own orgasm approaching.

his breathing becomes ragged and he pushes himself into you with one last thrust, burying himself deep inside of your tight pussy. you let out a breathy moan as tom releases his load inside of you, long jets of cum filling you up as he groans into your mouth, messily kissing your wet, swollen lips. “mine. all fucking mine,” he hisses as he rocks his hips against yours, riding out his high. “i don’t care if that was a lust potion, you’re my fucking cockslut now, is that clear?” tom breathes into your ear, making your heart skip a beat.

you kiss him, and his grip on your wrists loosen, finally letting you cup his face as you murmur, “i didn’t actually drink the potion, tom.”

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[moonchild311]

"you've already left kudos here. :)" ok and I'll leave some more. You got a problem? Because in my opinion, this work is so good and the author totally deserves it

[balrogballs]

i'm a writer irl (can't say who because my agent would rightfully put me into a blender and press the button if i go and out myself as "balrogballs") and honestly the funniest and most humiliating incident of my life was the time my finished manuscript triggered a plagiarism flag with the publisher for two lines of prose in my literary fiction novel...

.... which was word for word similar to a paragraph in a certain explicit work on FFN starring elrond and his batsman from the hobbit films, aka that one elf that looked like he ate panic attacks for breakfast (i forget his name but it's Figwit II) where the lord of imladris bends said twink over his writing desk and gives him the battering ram treatment.

and if you think i had to sit in front of one if the biggest publishing companies in the world and admit that it was, in fact, me who wrote the fic where the lord of imladris bends said twink over his writing desk and gives him the battering ram treatment in order to avoid being wrongly flagged for plagiarism, you would be absolutely correct.

(yes they published the book)

[bittermedicinespitter]

if i ever tell you "i cant possibly read a book in a day!" i am LYING. i am a FUCKING LIAR. because last night i read a 50k word fanfic in three fucking hours.

[theaftersundown]

You, every night.

[roboticnebula]

Pros of re-reading your own fic

a good time;

Has exactly the tropes you like and the characterization you want to read;

Gratification: yes you did finish a thing and yes you did do good;

just a very fun time all around.

Cons of re-reading your own fic:

Is that another TYpO