#Tom Ryder x reader

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10/06 - Morning Sex (james potter)

10/07 - Cockwarming (pietro maximoff)

10/14 - Caught Masturbating (alexei vronsky)

10/16 - Innocence Kink (sergei kravinoff)

10/18 - Overstimulation (tom ryder)

10/20 - Sex Pollen (logan howlett)

10/21 - Sex Tape (tangerine)

10/25 - Predator/Prey (sergei kravinoff)

10/26 - Threesome (tangerine)

10/27 - Public Sex (james potter)

10/31 - Humiliation (logan howlett)

[happy74827]

I have to stop going to the movies because my obsession of fictional hot men just keeps growing…

That being said, who wants some Colt Seavers and Tom Ryder fics? 👀

[storiesforallfandoms]

the space cowboy and the pa ~ tom ryder;the fall guy

word count: 2869

request?: no

description: in which the big movie star takes interest in the pa of his new movie

pairing: tom ryder x female!reader

warnings: swearing, tom being tom, use of y/n

masterlist (one, two, three)

When you were hired as a PA on a major sci-fi blockbuster, you were obviously beyond ecstatic. It was a big deal for many reasons, and it would look great on your resume as the first film you worked on.

What you didn't expect was for your job to essentially become you running after Tom Ryder all the time.

You knew who Tom Ryder was before you were hired on to Metalstorm. Everyone did. His face was on every screen and every poster. But besides knowing him for his work, you were also warned about his work ethic and entitled attitude. You couldn't say you were surprised to hear that. You figured most celebrities of his status were all into themselves. But when you started working with him, you realized it wasn't just his stuck up-ness, it was his lack of work ethic. Truly, you had no idea how any of his movies ever got made.

You didn't agree to work on Metalstorm so you could chase a self obsessed ego maniac around all day and convince him to come do his job. That's now what a PA is meant to do. On the plus side, Jody was very sympathetic and apologetic to you over this. Jody had worked with Tom for years, and had actually been the one to warn you about Tom's behavior. She knew you didn't want to just be a lacky to Tom Ryder, but when Tom's personal assistant was constantly out taking care of his dogs or getting him his super (annoyingly) specific Starbucks order, and everyone else was too busy trying to make a huge blockbuster to do it themselves, the responsibility had to fall to someone.

So, when you arrived on set to see Jody with her head in her hands, a sign that she was stressed, you already knew what was happening.

"He was supposed to be here an hour ago," Jody said, exasperated. "We don't have much time left for this shoot and there's still so much to be done, but he's nowhere to be found."

You looked up at Gail, sipping her usual Diet Coke. She shrugged her shoulders and said, "I've already gone to his trailer twice. Each time he said he was on his way to set."

"Clearly he wasn't," you muttered. "I'll go find him."

"(Y/N), no - " Jody started.

"Try to film something with Colt in place of Tom or something," you told her. "I'll get the dickhead to set."

You made off for Tom's trailer. It was incredibly easy to find among the sea of other cast and crew trailers because it was the biggest one. He could probably live out of it if he hadn't gotten a huge apartment to stay in while filming. His name was printed in big, bold letters on the door, as if the size of the trailer alone wasn't enough to signal that it belonged to the star of the movie.

You walked in without knocking, something you'd realize later you might've regretted if you had found Tom in a more...revealing position. Luckily, he was just laying on the trailer couch, a sleep mask over his eyes and AirPods in his ears. He didn't notice you walked into his trailer, so you did something else you'd probably regret: you flicked Tom's forehead to get his attention.

He jumped and ripped off his sleep mask, snapping, "What the fuck?!"

You crossed your arms as his eyes readjusted to the light. He looked up at you and took out a headphone. "What do you want?"

You rolled your eyes. "You, on set, now."

"Gail already came to tell me it was call time. I'll be there in a minute."

"You were meant to be on set an hour ago. There's no more 'minutes', you're coming now."

Tom sat up. "Listen, assistant, I have a very intense process before I start filming that takes time and concentration. Gail already interrupted me, and now that you have as well I'll have to start all over. Tell Jody not to worry a hair on her pretty head, I will be there."

A combination of general frustration with Tom's behavior and the fact that he was dismissing you as just an "assistant" caused you to finally snapped. You grabbed Tom's sleep mask and snatched his headphones from his ears. He protested, but you ignored him as you kicked open his trailer door and chucked the objects as far as you could.

When you turned back to Tom, he was on his feet and he looked furious. But you refused to be intimidated by him.

"You listen to me, Tom Ryder," you said. "I don't give a shit about your stupid fucking pre-filming rituals. What I do give a shit about is this movie, that you're supposed to be the star of. I am sick and tired of chasing you around like a toddle to round you onto set when that is not my job. So, please, get off your ass and do your job."

You turned to leave, but paused to add, "And I'm a PA, not your assistant."

You walked out of his trailer, the frustration slowly starting to evaporate. You didn't think your words were going to have any effect on Tom. If anything, you were sure it would just make him pissed off and he probably wouldn't even come to set at all now. You'd feel worried for your job if you weren't so happy with yourself for finally telling Tom off.

You were planning on how you were going to tell Jody about what happened with Tom when you heard his trailer door open. You turned to see Tom stepping out of the trailer, already dressed in his gold space cowboy outfit which you hadn't noticed before.

He brushed past you, saying, "Let's shoot this fucking thing."

You let out a sigh of relief as you trailed after him.

Tom, luckily, was super professional and fantastic at his job for the remainder of the day. So much so that Jody was literally jumping from her seat to praise the cast, and to show her relief that the day had finally gone well. You were equally thrilled by this because it meant you were finally able to do your actual job.

When Jody finally called it for the day, you were collecting your stuff and noticed someone approaching you. You looked up to see it was Tom. You braced yourself for the verbal berating you were likely about to get.

"Hey," he said. "PA. What's your name?"

You'd be offended if it were anyone else asking. You had been working with Tom for months, so most people would expect that he'd know your name, but considering that he viewed you as just another assistant until hours ago, you weren't shocked that he hadn't deemed you important enough to remember your name.

"(Y/N)," you told him. "And, listen, I'm sorry about what I said earlier - "

"No you're not," Tom cut you off. "That level of verbal smackdown only happens when you've been holding something in for a long time and you've finally had enough. And you're right, I haven't been making things easy for anyone on set this whole filming process."

Was this some sort of joke? Were the cameras still rolling trying to film your reaction? Had you passed out suddenly while filming and now you were dreaming? There was no way that Tom Ryder of all people was admitting to his faults, especially to someone he couldn't even be bothered to learn the name or occupation of until seconds ago.

When you didn't respond, Tom continued on, "What are you doing tonight?"

"Uh...just going back to my hotel room, I guess. Maybe grab a drink with Jody at the hotel bar."

"Change your plans. You're gonna come have a drink with me instead."

It wasn't a question because Tom Ryder didn't have to ask questions. Tom Ryder was used to just smiling at a woman - or at a man honestly - and having them fall to his feet immediately.

So imagine his surprise when you said, "No."

You started to walk away from him, but he quickly moved to follow you. "Uh...maybe you didn't hear me correctly."

"No, I heard you just fine," you said. "The answer is no."

"But...why?"

You stopped walking to turn and face him. "Tom, you are the star of this movie, and I am a production assistant. There are so many levels of not right about me getting drinks with you."

"It's just drinks," he said with a shrug.

"It's a date, and I can't go on a date with you while we're working together."

You turned to walk away from him again. This time, he didn't follow. He watched you go for a while before calling out, "What about when we're not working together?"

You looked over your shoulder and smiled at him. "We'll see."

~~~~~~

Weeks later, the filming of Metalstorm came to a close. It have become much less painful on set as Tom was always in costume and on set at the time he was supposed to be, sometimes even earlier. Everyone was so shocked by his sudden change, but no one was going to question it. There was too much left of the movie to be filmed to start bringing attention to the fact that Tom was actually being a professional.

During the last few weeks, Tom did not give up on his pursuit of you. He didn't ask you out again, but he was constantly sending you gifts to remind you that he still wanted to go out with you: flowers, chocolates, stuffed animals. The one that really made you laugh was when you found a magazine with him on the cover, shirtless, in front of your hotel room door.

The last day on set, as everyone was celebrating the end of the shoot and saying their emotional goodbyes, you walked up to Tom and slipped a piece of paper into his hand. When he opened it, he saw your number written on it.

You got a text almost immediately after: "drinks, my place. i'll send a car for you"

You got ready at the hotel, putting on the nicest thing you had packed. You hadn't really packed any dresses or outfits that would be date worthy because you weren't expecting to go on any dates. The closest thing you had was a nice pair of jeans and a short sleeved button up blouse that was white with red and pink flowers on it. It seemed more professional work vibes than date vibes, but that's all you had really prepared for.

You also hadn't packed makeup, not expecting to need any when you were just here for work, so you had to hope Tom wasn't expecting you to show up completely dolled up.

The car he had sent for you showed up around 8pm and took you directly to his apartment. He was waiting for you by the door, also dressed more casually than fancy for a date, so you felt a little relieved.

"Hey," he said when you got out of the car. "You look great."

"Thanks," you said. "Are we, um, staying in for drinks?"

"Yeah, I figure that's probably the better option. Less likely to be surrounded by paparazzi or crazy fans if we just hang out in my place."

Right, that would make sense.

You hadn't really thought about the fact that someone like Tom probably didn't get to go out as much as a normal person would. He hadn't been to any of the Metalstorm cast and crew nights out, but you had chalked that up to him thinking he was too good to go out with everyone else. Maybe it was actually because he felt like he couldn't.

You followed Tom into his apartment. Although, "apartment" was definitely an understatement. The place was bigger than the house you had grown up in, and even had two floors and a rooftop pool. You couldn't help but marvel at everything - the largeness of it, as well as all the film memorabilia Tom had placed on the walls and the shelves. And then you came across the walls covered in sticky notes and found yourself confused.

Tom noticed the look on your face as you stopped to read a few of the notes and laughed. "I like to remember things."

"'Next role: paramedic vampire'?" you read, giving Tom a playful look.

"I think that could be a good role. Imagine a paramedic who is also a vampire, and sometimes they have to struggle with all the blood they're exposed to every day."

"So basically Carlisle Cullen from Twilight?"

"I've never seen those movies so I don't know."

You chuckled as you followed him to the mini bar.

"What do you drink?" he asked. "I have...basically everything."

"Give me a whiskey neat." He raised an eyebrow at you. "I had a lot of hard nights during film school. You learn to enjoy the hard stuff."

He smiled and grabbed you a glass. He filled it halfway with a whiskey that definitely looked very expensive, and then got himself a glass as well. He held his glass up to you, and you tapped yours against his.

"What are we toasting to?" you asked him.

"To the movie finally wrapping so I could take you on a date."

You couldn't help but smile as you took a sip of your whiskey.

"There's something I have to ask you before we move forward, though," you said. Tom leaned against the island between you two and motioned for you to continue. "When did you and Iggy stop dating? I mean...obviously you've stopped dating...right?"

Tom chuckled. "Would I have asked you on a date if we hadn't?"

"I don't know how you big hot shot celebrity couples do relationships. Maybe you guys are like...open? I don't know."

"We're not, and we're not together. We broke up just before Metalstorm started filming."

You winced. "That's rough."

"That's acting. You can't just throw away a whole role because you have to act alongside your ex. Besides, it was mutual, and now she's dating Jason Momoa."

"And you're on a date with the PA from Metalstorm."

Tom gave you a look. "Don't say that as if it's a downgrade or something. I like you, that's all that matters."

You were speechless. This was the most sincere you had ever heard Tom be. Usually he was yelling or cursing on set because he felt like the take he did was awful, or he was annoyed by the Australian heat in his shiny gold costume. You had no idea that Tom Ryder had a softer side of him. Actually, you weren't sure anyone knew that.

You and Tom eventually moved from the car to the couch in his lounge. He turned on a movie ("I promise it won't be my own", he had joked) and the two of you sat close but not close enough to be touching. Tom had his arm across the back of the couch behind you, just begging for you to lean into him. You'd keep inching closer every so often until finally your side was pressed against his, and you were able to rest your head on his shoulder.

You couldn't help but think about how surprised you were with how quickly things had changed these last few weeks. For a majority of filming, you had basically hated Tom. You thought he was egotistical and annoying. You never would've thought you'd be on a date with him once filming had wrapped. Sure, you thought he was attractive. Anyone with eyes could see that. But you didn't think he would ever see you as someone to go on a date with, let alone that you would have agreed if he asked.

At some point during the movie, Tom shifted and moved away from you. You looked up at him, confused, to find him already looking down at you.

"I really want to kiss you," he admitted.

"What's stopping you?" you asked.

The answer was nothing, because once the words were out of your mouth Tom was cupping your cheek and pulling you in for a kiss. It was one of those magical kisses that people in TV shows and movies always talk about. The ones where they say you feel a spark and you see stars. You didn't want it to end.

But eventually you had to pull away for air. You looked up at Tom, who now had a small grin on his face.

"I suppose there's no chance you'd want to stay over?" he asked.

You really wanted to say yes, but you knew you shouldn't. You weren't the type of person to put out on the first date, and you knew there was a huge risk of that happening if you stayed at Tom's for the night.

So, you sighed and shook your haed.

"Thought so," Tom said. "I'll just have to get enough kissing in before I have to let you go."

You giggled as he leaned in to kiss you again.

[babsworlds]

GREATEST DAY.

pairing. Tom Ryder x fem! reader

synopsis. you married Tom in Las Vegas.

warnings. none ig, based on song Greatest Day by take that and that one scene in anora.

TOM LOVED TREAT YOU WITH EXPENSIVE GIFTS. These gifts were often very fancy, like the latest high-end fashion, a new makeup collection, or the newest iPhone. Each time he gave you a gift, it was more than just a present. It was his silent way of saying thank you.

Thank you for always being there, even when things got tough. Giving you these gifts made him happy because it showed how much he appreciated your constant support, even during the difficult times.

For the past four weeks, things had changed. You started receiving the gifts more often - beyond what you were used to. And, truth be told, you didn’t mind at all.

Tom was putting in more effort than ever before.

He began cutting down on his drug use, and he made sure you were his plus-one at every fancy event he was invited to. You felt more seen and appreciated than ever before. This version of Tom, the one who went the extra mile, was someone you truly cherished.

But still, when Tom told you that he was planning to take you to Las Vegas for vacation, you were surprised.

So now, you found yourself lying in the plush bed of your luxurious hotel room in Las Vegas, a city that had always been your dream. You had already had a few drinks, and the happiness bubbled up inside you without any particular reason.

“Baby?” Tom called out from the bathroom, stepping into the bedroom with a playful smirk. “Is there something else you want?” he asked, climbing into bed above you.

You thought for a moment, then raised your left hand, fingers spread, signaling a ring. “Maybe two carats?” you smiled, your eyes twinkling with anticipation.

Because he had you beneath him, he had free access to your neck, planting light kisses all over. “And what about four? Five?” he murmured into your neck, “Or six?”

He looked into your eyes, and in that moment, the same idea flickered through both of your minds. You exchanged a smile, a silent confirmation of your shared thoughts.

You quickly slipped into a short white dress, feeling the excitement bubbling up inside you. Tom, looking dapper as ever, took your hand, and together you made your way to the jewelry store across the street from your luxurious hotel.

The opulent jewelry store welcomed you with its glistening displays and an air of sophistication. The two of you stood hand in hand, your eyes exploring the myriad of sparkling treasures. A friendly jeweler approached, sensing the significance of the moment.

“Don't look at the price, babe." Tom assured you, his voice gentle yet firm.

Your eyes scanned the display, finally settling on a truly magnificent ring. Sparkling under the bright lights of the jewelry store, it was a six-carat diamond set in an elegant oval shape. Its brilliance was mesmerizing, and you couldn't help but point to it.

The jeweler, recognizing the gleam in your eyes, carefully lifted the ring and presented it to you. Tom watched closely, his excitement palpable.

The jeweler carefully placed the ring into a small velvet box and handed it to Tom. After making the payment, Tom turned to you, a satisfied smile on his face. With the box securely in his hand, you both left the shop, your heart brimming with happiness.

“So, what now?” you asked Tom playfully.

Tom looked around, his eyes locking onto a quaint wedding chapel nearby. Without a word, he pointed at it. Las Vegas was famous for its spontaneous weddings, after all. You looked at him, and he took your hand, chuckling mischievously.

With laughter and excitement bubbling between you, the two of you dashed towards the chapel, your hearts racing with the thrill of the moment.

You and Tom stepped into the small, charming white chapel. The place was quiet and cozy, and it almost felt like stepping into a dream. Given that it was past midnight, the chapel was completely empty—except for a kind-looking woman, standing by, ready to perform the ceremony.

You and Tom stood before the woman, who began saying the classic wedding vows. Her voice was calm and soothing, filling the chapel with a sense of warmth. You couldn't stop smiling, your heart brimming with happiness.

Holding Tom's hands tightly, you exchanged loving glances, each word she spoke bringing you closer to sealing this magical moment.

Tom's eyes never left yours, and as you repeated the vows, you felt an overwhelming surge of joy. The small, white chapel, the late-hour hush, and the unexpected rush of love all added to the enchanting atmosphere. This was a moment you would cherish forever.

The woman’s voice resonated softly in the chapel as she guided you through the ceremony. “Do you, Tom, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?”

Tom looked deep into your eyes and responded, his voice filled with sincerity. “I do.”

“And do you, Y/n, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?”

You grinned, your heart pounding with joy, and answered, “I fucking do.”

As the woman proclaimed you husband and wife, Tom slipped the six-carat diamond ring onto your finger, its brilliance matching the joy in your heart.

“You may now kiss the bride,” the woman said, her smile warm and genuine.

Tom leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a tender, loving kiss. The empty chapel seemed to glow with the magic of the moment.

Hand in hand, you ran out of the chapel, your heart pounding like a drum. “I just got fucking married!” Tom shouted, his voice brimming with joy. Without missing a beat, he scooped you up into a tight embrace, lifting you off the ground with ease.a

You laughed, the sound echoing in the night air, blending with the twinkling lights of Las Vegas. In that moment, you felt a rush of pure happiness, a celebration of your spontaneous love story that would forever be etched in your hearts.

As Tom gently set you back down, he looked into your eyes, his expression filled with love, excitement, and a hint of mischief. “So, what’s next for us, Mrs. Ryder?” he asked playfully, his arm still wrapped around you.

[kin0k0-7]

You know how I get baby

(Tom Rider x Reader)

Summary: You are a well known actor who is married to Tom rider and you are currently working in a romance movie. One day when you were preforming a scene with your Co star Tom was watching the whole thing seething with jealousy.

⚠️Warnings⚠️: jealous, rough sex, p in v, bondage, degrading, marks, hickeys, oral (m receiving), praise, fingering

“CUT, Okok guys from the top. We need passion and sensuality I need to FEEL the connection between you two ok?” “Alright” me and my co-star Brian Hanks respond in unison. Me and Brian got casted together to play a newly wed couple for one of my favourite books. When I got the opportunity I was thrilled to be able to re create one of my favourite books and put it onto the big screen, on the other hand Tom did not like this idea at all. When I first mentioned it to him he got very upset over the fact that this movie required me to be with another man. Tom gets very possessive over me and states that he doesn’t like to share things that are his which I just kinda laughed off because he is such a tease most of the time. Me and Tom have been dating for about 2 years and life has been great. He is such a sweet and caring boyfriend and I don’t think I could ask for someone better, the only issue other than the drinking and the drugs is that his jealousy issues are very bad. And to be quite frank, I love it. The way he gets so rough and possessive over me turns me on to the max. So right now in this moment to see him eagle eyeing me as I continue to film this intimate scene with Brain makes me soaked with anticipation. “And ACTION”. I look up to Brian. “You know how much you drive me crazy” Brian lets out a low growl. Then in one swift movement he picks me up and slams me into the set wall. He inches towards me and I seal our fate with a kiss. We slowly start to pick up the pace with the kiss. Brian started to grip and feel up my thighs and I ran my fingers through his dark hair. “Mi amore please” “Whatever my princess asks for I shall deliver” Out of the corner of my eye I see Tom start to bite his nails. He is pissed. And I’m loving it. Brian slowly starts to pepper kiss down my neck. I throw my head back and whimper to create more tension. “Ah~ please mi amore”. “AND SCENCE, great job guys I’m loving the energy. I want to call that a wraps for this scene and I am starving! Anyone down for dinner”. I sigh and Brian gently puts me down “Great job today. I hope everything is fine and if anything I’ll see you tomorrow” Brian says “Yeah everything is great. You did amazing as well”. We both walk off to our respective trailers. I don’t see Tom anywhere insight which is a little weird I wonder if he went home? I unlock the door to my trailer and see a very angry Tom waiting for me on the couch. “What the FUCK WAS THAT” “Woah Tom baby you know that was just for the scene right” “ I don’t care y/n the way he looked at you made my skin fucking boil” He got up off the couch and started to walk towards me. “Baby, baby I known but I only love you” He is now hovering over me with that same look in his eye. “ I hated that his filthy hand were on you” Tom started to move his hands gently across your thighs before harshly gripping your ass and pulling you towards him. “I hated that his lips were on yours” Tom leaned down and started to kiss you. The kiss was anything but kind, Tom harshly bit your lip not asking but telling you to let him in. You parted your lips letting Toms tongue enter your mouth. Tom started to slowly moved you back until your legs hit the back of the couch. He pulled away from the kiss and pushed you back onto the couch. “I feel like I should get a reward for not going up there and beating the shit out of that guy don’t you think?” He started to move his hands up your legs and harshly squeezed your thighs. A slight moan left your lips at the sudden harshness. “Now what do you say to that hmm? I think it’s a wonderful idea” he started to slowly rub circles on your clit through your jeans. “Mmm, Tom yes please aAHah”. “That’s what I like to hear now get up”. You quickly hoped off the couch and watched him sit down and spread his legs. You quickly got in between them and messing with his belt. “Ah ah ah, lemme see your wrists” looking at him with a quizzical glance as he started taking off his belt.

Once he fully took off the belt he used it to bind your wrist together. “Look how helpless you look” he took a deep breath in.“So here is what I was thinking about for my reward. We’ll put that pretty little mouth of yours to good use, then if I feel like it you’ll get a little reward yourself. Then I am going to fuck your tight little pussy till the only fucking name you know is mine. Does that sound good to you sweetheart?” You nod you head “atta girl now let’s put that dirty little mouth of yours to good use” he pulls down his boxer and his pants to free his erection. He takes my head with one hand and starts to guide it towards his dick. My mouth starts to water as I start to licks and suck on the sides before taking him in my mouth. His hips buck a bit into my mouth which causes me to gag a little. He lets out a low chuckle before he takes control and starts to bob my head up and down at a quick pace. He throws his head back and lets out a loud groan. “Ugh just like that baby” you feel him twitch inside your mouth. “You like that don’t you, mhmmm who is my good fucking whore” you moan and he grips the back of your head tighter while shooting his load down your throat. You takes his dick out of your mouth and start to slowly stand up. Tom yanks you onto his lap and slowly starts to lay you down on the couch. “Baby you did so good I think it is time for your reward” you slowly start to unbuckle your jeans and pull them down. “Now look what we have here” he starts to pull the waist band of your black lace underwear. He lets go of the waist band, letting the elastic snap back on to your skin.

You let out a soft moan. "So here is what I'll do, I'm gonna burry my fingers in your tight cunt, then ima leave marks all over that pretty little neck just to show everyone who you belong to” "Yes please Tom" you whined. He took off your underwear and threw the underwear near his pants. *RING RING RING* your phone started to go off. "It's Brian" you let out a sigh. You reach for your phone and picked it up. "Hey Brian how are you do-" you gasped as you felt one of Toms fingers inside of you. “Hey y/n I was seeing if you were going to come to the dinner?” Tom was eyeing you now, watching your every reaction. “Ummm” Tom started to curl his finger upward. “Mhm, no I don’t fEEl to good right now” Tom added a second finger in, you started to grind onto his hand. He smiled in satisfaction and dipped his head down into the crook of your neck where he started to harshly suck and bite your skin. “ Do you need me to bring you anything I’ll be more then happy too?” “ Ah! No Brian everything is good if anything ima head to bed. Good night!” You quickly hung up the phone then threw it somewhere. Tom pumped his fingers in and out faster and faster. You moved your hands to his golden locks and started to tug on them “please Tom please” you reached your peak and Tom slowed down the pace letting you enjoy your high. After you came down from your high Tom lifted you up and propped you up against the sofas arm, positioned himself at your entrance and slowly started to sink into you. “Look at you taking this dick like the good fucking slut you are” he started to move and picking up the pace. “You got this baby, look at how good you are doing for me” he gripped your hips and started to move faster. “How good am I making you feel huh? Could Brian ever fuck this pussy as good as I do?” “Brian could ahh~ never do whatttt you do baby” “that’s fucking right” he started to twitch inside you. He was close and so were you. He leaned down and started to suck harshly at your collar bones and chest areas leave dark bruises. “Tom, fuckk” Tom removed the belt from your wrists. Your hands immediately went for his shoulders leaving deep scratch marks through his shirt. Tom started to whisper sweet nothings as you came around his cock squeezing him and milking him for what is he has, he came right after. Taking several deep breaths in he helped you stand up and make your way to the rest room. You sat down on the toilet loving and hating life at the same time. You got up and looked in the mirror to see the mess Tom left behind “You like them? Because I know I certainly do” he said in a smug attitude. “ I bet you do” I said laughing and washing my hands under cold water as Tom stood behind me. “I love you baby” “I love you too Tom”

Authors note:

Wassup my munchkins 😛😛 I hope you enjoyedddd I had a lot of fun writing this so yeah. If you guys have any recommendations lemme and I would be more then happy to write them🥱

[softearz]

𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐸𝑇𝐸𝐸𝑁 𝐸𝐼𝐺𝐻𝑇𝑌 𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐸. — the anthology! ⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

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— ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS STAY ౨ৎ tom ryder. he fucked up; he wants you back.

— SHAKE IT OFF ౨ৎ chrissy cunningham. you and your best friends decide that you don't need men anymore.

— I WISH YOU WOULD ౨ৎ steve harrington. you and steve broke up after an argument ; the thing is, neither of you want to stay away from the other.

— BAD BLOOD ౨ৎ hermione granger. academic rivals with the best two students in howgarts.

— WILDEST DREAMS ౨ৎ eliot. you think eliot is gonna leave you after sleeping with you ; he proves you otherwise.

— HOW YOU GET THE GIRL ౨ৎ eddie munson. when eddie comes knocking at his best friend's door to ask you advices about a girl he likes, you don't understand he talks about you.

— THIS LOVE ౨ৎ luna lovegood. after looking love everywhere, you realize it's been in front of you all this time.

— I KNOW PLACES ౨ৎ tom!peter parker. fame when you're a superhero is heavy ; sometimes, you just need a little break from it.

— CLEAN ౨ৎ jake peralta. getting out of a toxic relationship, an unlikely friendship forms between you and a police officer.

— WONDERLAND ౨ৎ quinn bailey. giving your trust is hard ; being betrayed once again feels too heavy.

— YOU ARE IN LOVE ౨ৎ chandler bing. two best friends (idiots) in love.

— NEW ROMANTICS ౨ৎ loki laufeyson. you should've known dating the infamous god of mischief would've turned into a betrayal ; once again.

— SLUT! ౨ৎ cassie howard. when two of the most popular girls — who also happen to be friends — start dating, the rumors go hard; good thing you don't care what people say.

— SAY DON'T GO ౨ৎ stu macher. you knew your boyfriend was ghostface; you weren't sure why you didn't say anything to the police. what you didn't knew was that he didn't plan on keeping you alive.

— NOW THAT WE DON'T TALK ౨ৎ peter quill. after your childhood best friends left to join a new group, you decide to forget him ; but it's hard when he suddenly comes back into your life.

— SUBURBAN LEGENDS ౨ৎ robin buckley. you've been cheated on by your now ex-boyfriend ; good thing you have your friend to cheer you up.

— IS IT OVER NOW? ౨ৎ scott lang. scott lang just wante to spend a nice sunday afternoon with his daughter ; he didn't expect you to knock at his door in tears after a bad breakup.

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[vicky342]

I'm just a girl who wants tangerine x reader smut where when reader finds out he's an assasin she gets turned on. leading to INSANE and i mean INSANELY hot smut.

[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)

[gabrielemillers]

Who do I write next for : Tangerine, Tom, Pietro or Sergei? ❤️

[dare-writes]

Messy Kissing

Tom has a photoshoot idea.

Aaron's Masterlist

tom ryder x female reader

genre: fluff, nsfw implication (paragraph starts with The photoshoot went great until Tom decided a ‘Lunch Break’ was necessary.)

WC: 2.0k

sexual content warnings: referenced m!receiving oral

warnings: reader gets hate from Tom's fans (mentioned), kissing, publicly... Tom is your #1 fan, Reader is a Tom Tamer!, reader fixed him????, established relationship, Tom loves love, and Tom hates haters, Tom is lowkey just always hot and bothered over you

Inspired by my ‘Tom Ryder, who got that as an approved photoshoot concept but only allowed you to kiss him. (He got you to do a few down his abs (alternating sides because “isn’t that cool?!”)and one kiss mark just at the waistband of the pants/boxers he wore)’

im so back (im exhausted this was meant to be done weeks ago im sorry chat)

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If there were some things everyone should know about Tom, it would be 1) He loves you, 2) No, he doesn’t plan to leave, and 3) He is a chronic social media scroller. If he’s between roles, he’s lounging in his Beverly Hills house in The Flats, either tanning or rotting while scrolling through various secret social media accounts he had.

More often than not, he saw comments about you. Most were cute, some were funny, and few were rancid. It made Tom coil in irritation. Managing to find a lover outside of the film industry was the greatest thing to happen to him. Hell, a lover outside the industry got him sober, makes him happy, and most importantly to him? She supports him endlessly but keeps him humble.

The first time you visited the set, Tom insulted a crew member, and you were immediately on his tail. 

“Tom, did you insult her for getting a coffee order wrong? She’s not even your PA.”

“No, Tom, that isn’t okay! She’s a part of sound, not everyone who works for you.”

“You didn’t just say that—Thomas Ryder! You’re going to drive me insane! Working with you, they work with you! Not for you!” 

It took a few months of those conversations to get Tom to listen. Of course, he still has his moments. Thankfully, he’s gotten better. It’s like Tom entirely forgot about the little devil he always listened to on his shoulder, preferring the little angel holding his hand.

Tom hated seeing distasteful comments about you, so he often mass-reported them. Sometimes, he would get reported for his… distasteful response to nasty comments, but no one hurts his angel!

Your social media was rarely used, especially since it was a private account. It wasn’t hard to avoid hateful comments if you weren't active on the apps. Twitter was never somewhere you chose to be because of hurtful language.

Tom noticed that all your social media apps were offloaded on your phone while cuddling against your chest one day. You never knew Tom to be so observant. He knew your cafe/Starbucks orders and your go-to food places, but you would never expect the guy with his walls covered in sticky notes to notice something as small as this. That's when he began planning his next shoot with a creative director he worked closely with at the beginning of his career.

Months before Valentine’s Day, he was scheduled for a themed shoot. The company worked closely with Tom to make the concept, and Tom made it for them when he heard the ideal release would be just before February 14th. 

The studio wanted sexy. Tom wanted dedication to you. So they compromised. 

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“Tom, I never come to your shoots, ‘sides I have the quarterly report coming up soon.”

“I know, baby, but please! I need your support!” Tom said, tugging you along into the studio. “Besides, you’re going out tonight with Lucky, Malina, and Gina?” 

You furrowed your eyebrows and stopped following him. His arm tried to tug you further, but you didn’t relent. He sighed and stood before you, waiting for the elevator. “Yeah, but that’s at like 7? It’s 8 in the morning, Tom.” 

Tom pouted and grabbed your other hand, “They can do your makeup; I’ll work my T.Ryder Magic! Please, baby, I want you to be there.”

“Really?” You asked skeptically. He loved your cinched eyebrows when you questioned him, even if it was slightly in doubt.

“Really,” Tom nodded. You sighed as the elevator dinged its presence. “Fine.”

Tom childishly pumped his fist and pulled you into a kiss, murmuring against you. “Good.”

It was a protracted fiasco, pulling you into costumes and makeup. The costumes weren’t bad, and Tom tried everything on while you watched. He was like a puppy, waiting for your approval for each outfit. And approval he got, each mostly dark in concept. Most also wore open shirts and praised his toned body one way or another. He tried them all on before getting pinned up for sizing to tailor. 

Soon enough, Tom was dragging you off to a new room. A few colorful backdrops, a bustling assistant, the photographer, and the digital technician were testing the camera and monitor, and a creative director was waving Tom over. 

“Stay here,” Tom mumbled before kissing your forehead. He took off his clothes, hair, and makeup, which were splendid. The director nodded at his appearance, approving his more straightforward outfits.

During the photo shoot, his clothing slowly shed, and you paid no mind. He had done plenty of scenes and photo shoots that were considered more risqué than this. As much as Tom loves his acting, he personally hates romance-related scenes. He wanted thrill and action, not slow, passionate romances. He got enough with you and was more than satisfied with you. 

White flashes have become customary to you; you are slightly used to them now. Despite that, Tom doesn’t ever want flash photography while down red carpets or any other flashy event. He tries to be considerate, even if he doesn’t seem like it. (Yes, there are instances of Tom yelling at the paparazzi for their overly white blinding flashes. It was a viral ‘issue’ that he spoke against .) 

Amid the white, a makeup artist rounded to your side. At some point, the creative director joined the MUA and, and various swatches of reds and pinks littered your now chapped lips. The occasional swipe of a random lip hydrates while they attack your drying lips with new lip colors.

Tom’s smile towards you was unknown to you; he liked watching the pampering and the unusual expression on your face. It was dumb early in the morning, your confused tilt and breathy sighs between new swipes of lip colors on you. Tom rarely got to see you dazed and confused, only getting that look from you after a very blazing night of messy kisses, heated whispers, and arousal swirling in the air. Tom would avoid looking at you as often as possible. He did his best only because he refused to get a stiffy in the middle of the photoshoot.

Lilian, the makeup artist, finally settled. After hundreds of lip swatches, thin papers are applied to the lips to create prints for kiss marks. 

Tom wandered over finally, barely in anything now. His low-rise jeans and the elastic band of his briefs peaked out. His overly defined pelvic bones pointed directly where his privates were. A pretty dark red painted across your lips. He looked back at the creative director for a moment, who nodded. 

Before you could look up at him, he leaned down to your lips and kissed you chastely. Instinctively, you leaned into the kiss. Then he moved his face to make you connect your lips to his right cheekbone. You audibly gasped when he pulled away, a well-placed dark kiss spot left on his cheekbone. 

“Tom!” 

“It’s fine,” he said, waving his hands. You tried to stand and reach his cheek to smear the red away, but he stopped—a simple soft hold on your wrist before he kissed it softly. 

“It’s a part of the shoot.”

His response fell on deaf ears. “Tom, we have to get your makeup redone-“ 

Lilian handed you a paper. The small Ariel print in the corner told you everything you needed. 

TRYDER_VDAY25_CONCEPT_SHOOT

Photoshopped kiss marks on Tom’s pre-shoot from a couple of weeks ago. He is in the same clothing from the initial fitting, dark red kiss marks littering his cheek, neck, and chest, and a few scandalous ones you can see peeking from beneath the waistband (it was half erased on the image to give that look).

The photo shoot was a whirlwind to begin with. Now, it was just making your head spin. You sighed in relief, the paper falling to your side with your other hand no longer scrunching your hair messily. The hairstylist groaned quietly in the corner underneath Tom’s coming sentence.

“Happy Valentine’s Day?” Tom questioned with a cocky smile. 

“That’s over a month away.”

“I know! But it was a surprise! For you! And between you and me?” Tom leaned in, kissing your temple softly before wrapping an arm around you. “I wanted to rub it in people's faces, and I’ve got a wonderful partner who loves me at all times.” 

Your lips unknowingly pouted as you looked up to meet his eyes. He winked back and pressed another kiss to your temple. “I love you.”

 “I love you too,” Tom said against your skin. 

“Shall we get started again?” The director asked. Tom looked back at him with a nod. “Ready.”

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The photoshoot went great until Tom decided a ‘Lunch Break’ was necessary. He even bought a ton of food to get you stolen away to his private room for the time being. There wasn’t a lot of eating to be done, but a dark red lip stain around the base of his cock and your slightly tearful eyes said enough. 

He returned all the favor, saying he would do the same to you if he had lipstick ready. You said absolutely not. 

When the photos were released, people obviously had mixed reactions. Most people speculated they were edited. Plenty of people assumed it was just a Valentine’s Day thing. His haters were not pleased to see you in the interview behind-the-scenes videos. 

A steady camera recorded you smiling and talking with a creative director. The male director even leaned in to kiss Tom’s neck a few times to decide where it would look good on him. 

There are a few other clips of just Tom and a strangely weird close-up of you and Tom. It cut right to you just applying lipstick, your finger holding down on the next target spot to kiss. Following was of you leaning to kiss his collarbone. 

It was easy to understand why it was put in. Tom leaned down to kiss your head while you kissed his collarbone. 

Another was of Tom winking at the camera while you kissed down every opposite ab, left down right, right down left. “Isn’t that cool?” Tom said, pointing down at his girlfriend kissing his stomach. 

With a click of your tongue, you stood up. With a glare lacking real hatred, you walked beside the creative director. Watching Tom pose for the next few minutes was hypnotizing.

Tom, in his element, was never disappointing, and honestly, his attitude was deserved at the beginning of his career before it inflated his big head. If you weren't working your office job, you would find a way to watch Tom work, whether it was interviews, filming movies, or just these photoshoots. Part of you wished you were apart of this world instead of the stuffy business world you got stuck into.

Watching the video with Tom was even funnier, until the worst clip came to your disbelief.

Tom laughed maniacally as the director pointed you two into the shame corner. There was a single curtain and a full-length mirror for Tom to check his appearance. The camera zoomed in on you with your face hidden in your hand, and Tom dragged you in with a smile. 

The worst clip of all was when the creative director said you and Tom had to do the kiss stains beneath his waistband. It took about 10 minutes to find the right angle so that the kiss was visible. After those 10 minutes, Tom was finally pulling his briefs and jeans back up. 

The entire fiasco of planning a photo shoot to make haters revel in his love was worth it. Tom didn't care too much about the toxic people filling his DM requests; they weren't worth the time he could spend on you.

He was more than delighted to post you daily rather than scroll through comments from those who groveled over him.

It was even better to have Tom post a picture of you and him with a sloppy mess of dark red lipstick at midnight for Valentine’s Day that year after the photos were released. The outfits you two wore were the same as in the behind-the-scenes video.

At exactly 11:58 on February 14th, 2025, before the night ended, Tom posted another three stories about you. One is you guys on a real Valentine’s Day date from that day. You dolled up across the table from him, sporting the same dark-colored lipstick from that photoshoot.

Another was of you and him, red lipstick smeared across each of your lips again to mirror the original picture from the photo shoot.

Tom also had to make the caption Happy Messy Kissing Day, everyone!

[pretty-little-mind33]

FEM!READER PULLING HIS TIE!

(ft. aaron taylor johnson characters)

ask: The boys u currently take requests for and their reactions to reader pulling them close by their tie plz plz plz I'll worship you forever🙏🙏🙏

warnings: implied explicit themes

includes - in said order

~ James Potter - harry potter marauders era (yes ik it's technically a fancast but he's my baby)

~ Tangerine - bullet train

~ Dave Lizewski - kick-ass

~ Count Alexei Vronksy - anna karenina 2012

~ Tom Ryder - the fall guy

~ Pietro Maximoff - avengers: age of ultron

~ worship me forever you say? 😏 ~

• James and his parents host plenty of fancy parties at the Potter mansion. They're always fun but formal, which means, obviously, James is wearing a suit and a tie.

• As his girlfriend, he insists that your dress matches his tie. He's very very serious when he says it. Like, dead serious. He'll pout if you don't and you find it slightly annoying, if not endearing.

• During the party, you'll mingle with your friends and have a blast. You and James don't have to stay connected at the hip, but he'll always check in on you.

• You'll have a few drinks, being slightly tipsy. James is as tipsy and he'll make a joke as you stumble towards each other, your hand fiddling with his tie.

• "You look like someone hit you with a bludger," James will giggle, his words slurred.

• You'll smirk and your hand tightens around his tie, yanking him down to your height, pressing your lips onto his and savoring his taste. He tastes like the expensive cherry wine his Mum adores.

• Obviously, this turns James on and he has to control himself from ravaging you in the middle of the dance floor because that isn't very gentlemanly of him.

• Tangerine always wears his suit out. He has an assortment of suits, mostly in different shades of blue (to match his eyes but he'll never admit to that.)

• You love his suits because you find them sexy. He knows you love them so he feels ever sexier.

• "Stop starin' at me like that," he'll joke, glaring as he walks by you.

• He loves when you stare.

• Often, you'll use his tie to pull him places whenever you want him to follow you. The small gesture of dominance turning him on so badly. Tangerine is usually the one in control, but not this time 😉

• Tangerine will happily follow you like a puppy, being lead by his tie and Lemon makes fun of him, which only earns him a middle finger from his brother.

• Pull him in by his tie and kiss him? He's head over heels, he's a goner

• 100% secretly likes when you're in charge (you know this)

• "You like when I pull you around, huh?"

• He'll nod. You make him a mess and he can't bring himself to care.

• Dave only wears a suit and a tie on special occasions and so because it's rare to see him in formal attire, when you do it does always make it extra special.

• You can't keep your hands off him and he's obsessed.

• "Mm, you look so pretty, Davey," you'll whisper in his ear, your fingers gliding over smooth the material of his tie (you'd helped him tie it)

• Dave's cheeks will burn a bright pink and you'll stroke some of his dark curls behind his ear, touching where his ears have turned pink too as your smile widens. You love making him flustered!

• If you're at a school dance, you'll be attached to his hip the entire time.

• It's your fourth dance and just as the evening dies down and it's his turn to press a kiss to your cheek, missing your lips by a little.

• You'll smirk and use his tie to guide his head so he doesn't miss your lips this time. The kiss surprises him as he blushes from embarrassment and also his overwhelming love for you.

• Does Alexei wear ties or bow ties?!

• Well either way, there is always something to grab onto (😏) and because your favorite thing to do is help him dress before a night out, adjusting his cuffs and collar for example, you use it to your advantage.

• "Why do you have a cheeky look on your face, dove?" He'll ask, his blue eyes narrowing as his gaze then flickers to the mirror behind him to check his appearance.

• "No reason, my love," you whisper.

• There is a reason.

• Once you finish, you smile up at him and pull him closer, your hand wrapped around the fabric, as you kiss his lips passionately.

• When you pull away, his cheeks are flushed and he can barely form words. His hands slide down your waist and tighten.

• "Do it again, please," Alexei will whisper in your ear.

• Tom is a cocky asshole. He prides himself on always being on top. But you being his girlfriend, it comes with certain perks.

• You have him wrapped around your finger as you push him against his trailer, kissing him roughly. Tom is loving the attention as he makes snarky comments between kisses.

• You grab his tie, the one he's wearing for his costume, and pull harshly. You bite on his lip, causing a yelp from him and a faint blush to grace his features.

• "Shit," Tom groans, his eyes wide.

• You'll pull away and tighten your hand around his tie. "You like that?"

• Tom nods and pulls you in for another kiss.

• Pietro is always bouncing around, so to get him to stay still is a pretty hard task.

• You're at an Avengers party when you see him fidgeting with this tie in the corner, either anxious to leave or anxious to be here. You feel for him.

• So, you walk over and stand directly in front of him. "Are you okay, Pietro?" you ask kindly, watching him fiddle with the tie. It‘a quite badly done.

• You smile and pull his hand away gently. Pietro startles, his cheeks turning pink as he feels embarrassed. "Papa n-never taught me," he says, sounding shyer than you've ever seen him.

• "It's okay. I can do it for you," you hum and tie his tie correctly. "Why didn't you ask Clint?"

• Pietro would shrug, looking away. "I was embarrassed," he admits, looking even more embarrassed.

• He looks at you, his heart beat pounding so hard. Yours does the same, your fingers curling in his tie as you slowly pull him in. Your lips hover above his for a moment, hesitating.

• Pietro is the one who kisses you, finding his cheeky charm again as the embarrassment from the situation fades.

• "How long you been wanting to do that?" he teases.

• You roll your eyes at him, swatting his arm.

[nyxvuxoa-writes]

𝘋𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘛𝘰𝘮 𝘙𝘺𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘞𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦

Tom Ryder x Fem!Reader

◢ Genre: Headcanons — Suitable For Adults Only

◢ Warnings: 18+ Only please! Mentions of sex, smut, and relationship with F!reader. Also includes mentions of jealousy, narcissism, and famous relationships.

◢ A/N: I am back, doing some warm-up writing. I still have everything in my drafts, and currently have some free time to try and get caught up. Keep an eye out for new content. Gif was made by me, please credit me if you use it. Likes are enjoyed. Reblogs are always greatly appreciated.

Dating a celebrity is never easy. Especially Tom, who right now is one of the most famous action stars in the world.

It'd be a lie to say that it hasn't gone to his head.

The man is narcissistic and not at the same time.

He's got an ego for days.

But he's not the type to gaslight you, at least not all the time.

He's capable of emotions, and yet he won't hesitate to try and cover up a murder with the help of his agent.

He's a man of morally gray standing. He's neither good nor evil, but will put himself first and foremost when his career is on the line.

When you and Tom started dating, it was unexpected.

No one expected it to happen. But he knew what he wanted and he went for it.

There was even a sticky note in his house about asking you out.

That note he didn't forget.

You aren't a celebrity like he is, so this forced you into the spotlight.

The tabloids ran with it, either making you look good or bad. It didn't matter to them.

What mattered was that Tom was dating someone new, and someone who wasn't a co-star.

It's strange being in the spotlight. Maybe a part of you hates it. Maybe a part of you likes it.

But you aren't dating Tom for his money or his fame, not like some people claim to.

You are probably the most down-to-earth person he's dated.

You don't ask him for things, or money. Which caused him to spoil you slightly.

He clings to you, keeping you close when he goes out.

He likes to show you off, even if people are criticizing him for who he's with.

His agent isn't a fan of you and tells him that he should be with someone else who is famous because it will help him.

There has been a time or two that she had almost convinced him to do it.

But when someone was said, it never turned out like he expected.

The arguments are heavy, mostly because that is when his ego comes to blows with you.

When you approach him to fix it, not wanting to fight, he tends to cave to the feelings you show him.

He starts to feel like you understand him past the fame and who he is as a person.

You've come to learn how to deal with his weird quirks, like the sticky notes.

More often than not, you are reminding him about things and trying to keep them cleaned up.

But some of the notes he leaves are utterly ridiculous and you tend to leave those up because they make you laugh.

Then you started to find notes about his feelings for you. Things he wanted to remember to say for later.

When he realized you saw them, all he could do was give you this boyishly charming smile.

Maybe the notes are a good thing.

It becomes a small form of communication between you two.

You have learned to deal with the parties, the drinking, and the drugs.

It may or may not be your scene. But somehow he manages to bring you out of your shell.

You have a good time with him. Letting loose. You always go home together.

The sex is amazing. Hot and heavy, a lot of heavy petting, moaning, and groaning.

He's vocal. Often telling you how he loves your body and how you feel wrapped around his cock.

"Fuck babe. You feel so good."

"You're going to make me cum babe if you keep doing that."

The man has his moments of being vanilla.

But when he gets kinky, he can get weird about it in a good way.

He's always willing to try something new.

But when you get submissive and worship him, he goes crazy.

The guy has a praise kink for days.

When you lean into his ear and start telling him about how you adore him, adore his cock, how good he feels, then he starts to go crazy mentally.

"Say it again babe. Louder."

"I'm gonna make you scream my name."

It makes it hard for him to keep his hands off you.

When he's gone, he thrives off the images and videos you send him.

Phone sex can be a regular when he can't get to you.

But there are times when he would take you wherever he's going.

The man won't hesitate to take you back to his trailer to have his way with you.

You'll make him late to set a time or two, but he doesn't care. He can get away with it for the most part.

He doesn't like other guys touching what is his. Ever.

He's going to make it known to his "friends" that you are off-limits.

He doesn't want them hitting on you.

This will bring out that small bit of insecurity that lingers in his mind.

He'll get jealous if he thinks the wrong thing, or see something that can be taken out of context.

If you two were to break up, Tom wouldn't handle it well.

You'd make him emotional, and the idea of seeing you with another man would frustrate him.

He'd try and get you back because of how you treated him and understood him.

This time, he'd be calling you while laying in the bathtub almost crying.

He might try and date someone else after, but chances are they aren't going to compare to you.

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I Want To Be Your Lover

[Colt Seavers x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: You’ve always felt something for Colt, resorting to a friendship as he is completely unaware. But when he comes knocking at your door… it’s hard to not connect reality to fantasy {GIF Creds: @colt-and-jody // Please go and watch the edit they made of Colt + Jody. Literally Amazing 🤩}.

WC: 2199

Category: Slight Fluff + Spice/Lime, First Kiss, {TW: Mentions of Murder}

Obsessed… I’m so obsessed with him…

FALL GUY SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT

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His hands grasped your face as he pulled you close, your heart pounding, breath quickening. The way he could pull you up onto him without warning and how it was so effortless. The way he'd hold your thighs around him as he made out with you, his hands traveling up your thighs, then under your shirt, touching your bare back, your waist, your chest.

Then he'd lean into your ear, those stupid lips kissing the bottom of it, gently, delicately, but firm and knowing. It was the way he'd whisper something so unserious that would almost turn you off him for a minute, but then he was smiling with those stupid dimples, eyes sparkling like the stupid sea, and you couldn't help yourself from melting all over again.

That’s what you believed about Colt Seavers. That was the dream, the fantasy, the perfect little love story between the two of you; that was the life you'd created in your head. He was the love, the life, the future.

But the sad truth was, it was only a dream because the real Colt Seavers was painfully oblivious.

He would laugh, smile, and give you that wink that was meant to be sexy but was actually kind of stupid, and then he'd be gone, and you'd be left with that aching in your heart.

The one that showed the fact that you were a friend, nothing more. A good friend, a best friend, someone to be close to, someone to talk to, but not someone to love. Not the way you loved him.

So you would often find yourself in your head, where it was safe, where there were no consequences. Because in your mind, Colt did notice you, he did care, and he did love you back. In your mind, he'd wrap his strong arms around you and kiss you with all the passion that you'd wanted for so long.

In reality, you'd be walking along beside him, listening to his voice, laughing at his jokes, and wishing that he would see you, the real you, and not just the friend.

And then, one night, it was as though the angels had heard your prayer.

You were sleeping, probably dreaming of Colt if you were honest, when you were awoken by knocks at your door. At first, you thought it was your imagination, or the wind, or whatever, but it happened again, and you groaned, throwing the covers off you and shuffling your way to the front door.

When you opened it, you were surprised to see Colt standing there, looking as if he had gone through hell and back. His eyes were bloodshot, and he had the most pitiful expression on his face.

You stared at him for a moment before speaking.

"Colt…?” You still couldn’t believe it was him. “What’re…what're you doing here?"

Colt shrugged and looked down. "Can I… uh, spend the night? Here?"

Your mind immediately went straight to the gutter. The two of you, alone, in your home, late at night, and no one around.

Yes, yes, yes.

But you weren’t completely lost to him. You were still aware of the situation and the fact that you had no idea what was going on.

You raised an eyebrow at him. "Don’t you still have a hotel room? Since you’re working?"

He started at you, blinking, while you waited for an answer. He seemed almost taken aback by your response, but he didn’t seem surprised.

In fact, his expression turned a bit sheepish. If it weren’t for the fact that it was late and that you were so confused, you would have found it adorable.

"You haven’t watched the news yet, have you?" He asked.

You frowned. "No. Why?"

“Good, that means you’ll let me in."

Before you could reply, he took the opportunity to step inside. You watched him, eyes wide, as he made his way into your kitchen, opening the refrigerator, pulling out a drink, and grabbing a slice of pizza from your leftover box.

It wasn't until you heard him groan that you snapped out of it.

"Colt? What are you doing?"

"Eating,” he said with a mouth full of pizza. He was sitting on your kitchen counter. “God, I miss this, and I don’t know why."

Sometimes, your crush on him was questionable, especially times like this.

"That's great," you rolled your eyes. "But why are you here? And what about the news?

He paused for a second and then looked at you, eyes soft, a small, apologetic smile on his face. It almost melted your heart.

You didn’t even realize the fact that he was soaked until that moment. And was he… was he bleeding?!

"Colt, are you—”

"I’m wanted for murder, which, to set the record straight, I did not do," he answered, taking another bite of pizza.

"Wanted for—what?!" You practically shrieked.

He held his hand up to stop you and finished his bite of pizza before speaking again.

"I know, I know. Crazy, right? This pizza, by the way… amazing. Where did you get it from? Dominos? This… This is what heaven tastes like, I think. It's gotta be.”

You were stunned. Speechless. Absolutely flabbergasted.

He didn’t even seem to notice your distress as he hopped down from the counter and threw the now-empty pizza box into the garbage.

"Long story short, the world thinks I’m dead after Tom — who turns out to be even more of an asshole than I thought — tried to have me killed to be the fall guy of his murder. Didn’t work, obviously, but it's not like he knows that."

He continued talking, but at this point, you had zoned him out. Your head was spinning, and you could barely keep up with him as he paced around your kitchen.

"So, anyway, I got away, and now I have to stay hidden and all that jazz. Hence, why I'm here, I couldn’t go anywhere else. I figured you would let me crash here tonight. I hope that's cool. And hey, if not, then that's fine; I can… find a ditch of something to sleep in, or a hay bail, or a cow shed, or whatever. It's cool."

You still couldn’t process it. None of it made sense. You weren't sure if you were dreaming or not. Maybe it was a nightmare. You had been thinking of Colt all night, and now he was here, and everything was insane.

You weren’t even sure if he had stopped talking or not or if he had noticed the fact that you were practically catatonic.

You needed to lie down. You needed to think. You needed to…

You were pulled out of your thoughts by Colt waving his hand in front of your face. A normal behavior for him, but somehow, right now, it sparked something inside of you.

He dropped his hand when he noticed the stare you were giving him. But it wasn’t just any stare, no. It was one that said a million things at once.

And you were sure he saw it because he, too, had a look. One that was much different than the one he normally gave you. One that was a bit more… serious.

His eyebrows were furrowed together, he had a frown on his lips, and his eyes were softer but also darker and deeper. They were the eyes of someone who had gone through some shit. Real shit.

It was a look you'd never seen on him, and you were sure the look you gave him was a first for him, too.

Different reasons, of course.

And for a moment, you had forgotten that this was the real Colt Seavers. Not the one from your fantasies, not the one from your dreams.

But the real Colt.

Which meant you had to take a moment to collect yourself. Acting out and getting all crazy and lovey-dovey wasn't something he needed right now.

"You… can stay. Of course you can," you sighed. "I'm just a bit overwhelmed, is all."

Colt's serious face didn’t drop, but he did nod, understanding.

"Thanks. I'm sorry for barging in here and acting all crazy. It's just I had nowhere else to go, and I figured… you'd be the one to understand."

You smiled softly. "Don’t worry about it, Colt. Seriously. You can’t even kill a bug. So, a murder charge is the last thing I'm worried about."

The corner of his lip twitched into a slight smile. "Did I ever tell you about the time I caught a rat?"

"No. No, you did not."

"Yeah, it didn’t end well.”

“For the rat or you?" You grew a grin on your face.

“I’ll leave that to your imagination," he teased, glancing up at the ceiling. It gave you a chance to examine his face. Messed up and bruised, but it was still him—still your Colt.

"So… the rat won?"

"He put up a good fight, I'll tell you that."

"Did you cry?"

"Nope, I was a total badass."

"Oh yeah, I'm sure. Taylor Swift would be so proud."

"I know she would."

"She'd probably write a song about it."

"Well, duh. Of course, she would. How else would she immortalize our love story?"

It was at this moment that your brain and your heart finally got in sync, and you realized exactly what was happening.

By the time you looked at him, just to see if his tone matched his expression, Colt was already staring at you. And even though he was smiling as he normally would, his eyes were different.

You couldn’t make it out, but something was there. Something that wasn’t usually there but was now, and it wasn’t a nice feeling. It made you feel uncomfortable.

It was the same feeling you had when you caught him talking to girls but then flashed his smile at you. When he'd call you his 'best bud' and then hug you for a little too long.

This was that feeling, but worse. So much worse.

You’d see this part in your dreams, but they usually had a happy ending, one that included a kiss. Well, more than a kiss.

You’d take the initiative, and he’d go along with it, slowly becoming more and more in control until it was him, him, him.

And in the dream, you'd kiss him and feel him on you, his hands traveling up and down your body, his breath hot against your neck, his lips leaving marks all over your skin.

But when you opened your eyes, usually you were back in bed, the fantasy ending. And it was hard not to feel sad.

But, for some reason, when you opened your eyes this time, Colt was still there. And his hands were still touching you, and his breath was still hot, and his lips were still kissing you.

You weren’t sure if this was reality or not. You had dreamed about him so many times it was hard to tell the difference.

But the longer you kissed, the more it felt real.

You had no idea how you got there, how it had happened. All you knew was that Colt's hands were grasping your face, your hands were in his damp hair, his mouth was against yours, and the whole murder thing was forgotten.

And it was a good kiss, too. The kind of kiss that made your toes curl, your body tremble, your mind go blank, and the only thing you could focus on was the craving for more.

It was a desperate, needy, passionate, hungry, messy kiss.

When Colt pulled away, you were breathless, and your head was spinning. Your lips were numb, and you could barely stand, but Colt had an arm around your waist, holding you up, his other hand still touching your face delicately, tenderly.

"That was the best pizza I've ever had," he breathed out. "Ever. In my entire life."

It was at this moment you knew for a fact that this was the real Colt and the real you. And you were both awake, and it was happening.

Colt Seavers, the boy or man you'd loved forever, had finally opened his eyes.

And you were going to kill him.

You were going to actually, truly murder him.

He couldn't kiss you like that and say something stupid like that?

But before you could get a word in, he was kissing you again, and you were melting, and all anger had vanished. A lot of power this boy had over you.

This time, the kiss was different. More controlled, calmer, sweeter.

He took his time and savored every second. It was a lot more intimate, and the hand on your face was gone. Instead, it was on your neck, tilting your head upwards, and his other arm was around your waist, keeping you close.

When you were left breathless, he didn't pull away. Instead, he continued kissing you, his lips traveling down your jaw to your neck.

You gasped, feeling his tongue on your neck and his hands roaming your back. It was the exact fantasy you'd imagined for so long. Except this was so much better.

Because it was real.

It usually takes me about two to three fics before I fully “understand” the character’s personality… and Colt turned out to be MUCH HARDER to write about (I kept rewriting this from the beginning at least 10 times). So, apologizes if you this sucks and is totally ooc 😬😬

I half-heartedly blame it on the fact that my memory is garbage and I’m too broke to rewatch it in theaters.

But, nonetheless, I’m happy to add and help populate the growing fandom — even if this isn’t up to par.

And to everyone who is still reading this, thank you for making me not feel alone with my Fall Guy obsession 🥹🫶

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[babsworlds]

BED CHEM.

pairing. Tom Ryder x singer! fem! reader

synopsis. Tom inspires you to write new songs about him.

warnings. SMUT, unprotected sex, p in v, dirty talk idk? My first smut so it’s BAD, inspired by Bed Chem by Sabrina Carpenter, no use of y/n.

EVERY SINGER HAS THEIR MUSE.

You had Tom Ryder. He was your muse.

You were popular, the most streamed artist for many years in a row, known for your dirty lyrics and sexually themed songs.

However, people loved it.

Everything thanks to Tom. Your muse.

You and Tom had been dating for over a year now. Your perfect relationship became the heart and soul of your songs.

But it was Tom—he never really realized it was all about him. He just thought these lyrics were random words that came to your mind or that you were really horny.

Of course, Tom listened to your songs. He loved them, and he loved even more giving you inspiration for them. Every time he heard a new track, he would smile, thinking about the moments you shared that sparked your creativity. Little did he know, he was the muse behind every line, every melody, and every beat.

So when he saw all those tweets from your fans saying the lyrics were about him, it was like he discovered a new world. He listened to your entire discography, with a new perspective, catching the nuances in your lyrics that he had previously missed.

As he played each track, he found himself smiling, blushing, and even laughing at times. He liked how you sang about the ways he made you feel good, about the passionate moments you shared, and the depth of your love.

It also boosted his already big ego. He loved knowing all these hits were about him, and only him. He reveled in the fact that he was the only man who could make you feel like this, the only one who could inspire such raw, powerful lyrics.

He just finished listening to your new song, and with a cocky smile on his face, he made his way to you as you sat on the bed, engrossed in your phone.

"But I bet we’d have really good bed chem,” he said, reciting your own lyrics with a teasing tone.

You glanced up at him, a smile playing on your lips. "Oh, so now you're paying attention to the lyrics?" you replied, raising an eyebrow playfully.

Tom chuckled, sitting down beside you. "Oh baby, you're practically singing about me in every line," he said, leaning in closer. "It’s hard to ignore.”

Your warm breath against his, you shrugged playfully. "You love it though," you said, a teasing glint in your eyes.

"Of course," he said, kissing your lips passionately. "How you talk so sweet when you're doing bad things?" he recited another line from the song, his voice dripping with playful mischief.

"That's bed chem," you finished, your lips meeting his again. He put his arm around your waist, practically pulling you onto his lap. The connection between you two was electric, the chemistry undeniable.

You melted into the kiss, feeling the intensity of his passion. As he pulled you onto his lap, your bodies pressed close, you could feel the heat radiating between you.

Tom's hands roamed your back, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "You really know how to drive me insane,” he murmured against your lips, his voice husky with desire.

You chuckled softly, your fingers tangling in his hair. "That's typical me," you replied, capturing his lips once more in a deep, lingering kiss. He turned you around, now lying on your back of the soft couch under him.

Tom instinctively ran his hand down to your wet folds. His fingers teasing you as you moan between the sloppy kisses, “Ohh fuck,” you cursed, starting to pulling down his sweatpants. Tom took down your wet panties, throwing them aside.

He positioned himself so he had better access into you, his cock rubbing against your pussy. He knew you were eager, so he decided to tease you a bit more.

“Tom,” you whined, you hated when he did this, feeling cocky smile fixed down on you. “Patience, baby,”

When you least expected it, he slipped into you, making you whimper in shock. Your gummy walls clenching around his length.

With deep, passionate thrust he fully sunk into you. Your hands found his messy, blonde hair while moaning his name in the pleasure only he could give you.

Tom finally started pulling himself in and out, his head buried in your neck, giving you wet kisses as he groans, “Am I inspiriting you right now?”

Your brain could hardly form the right words as his thrusts become harder and faster. “So fucking much…” you managed to say with trembling voice. You definitely were going to write a song about this. “Please faster, baby,” you begged, squirming under him as you could feel you were close.

“As you wish,” he looked at you, your eyes locking together for a moment. Somehow, he achieved to thrust into you even faster, his cock starting to twitch inside you. As he hit the right spot of yours, he could feel you were on the edge too.

You whimpered, clenching around him. “Cum for me baby,” Tom commanded softly, you let out, last, loud moan as you cum all around his perfect cock.

The final groans, echoing through the house left his mouth as he cums inside you. He collapsed next to you, his eyes finding yours, “I can’t wait to hear the song,” he said, an arrogant smile spreading across his face.

“Give me some time to rest, Ryder,” you rolled your eyes playfully as you looked at your biggest fan.

[hederasgarden]

How do you think ATJ characters would be with a Chubby!reader? I have some ideas and I'd love to hear yours! -🍒 anon

Aside from maybe Tom Ryder, it seems like most of his characters would be open to a plus-size girl. However, I do think there are two characters in particular who would definitely prefer it.

Warning, the following touches on body image and self-esteem issues, dieting, and Tom being gross. This is definitely not an exhausting list of things discussed below. There is also smut and extreme fluff. Thanks @ryebecca for looking this over.

You cannot tell me this man doesn’t go feral for some thick thighs, a soft belly, and full breasts. He’s a big guy himself, and he’d definitely appreciate a chubby girl, especially since your softness contrasts so beautifully with how rough and hard his world could be. Seeing you in yoga pants would be a revelation. The second you’re easing into the downward dog pose, Sergei's pouncing on you, more than happy to have you right there on the floor, sweaty and hot.

I definitely think he’d be the type to build your confidence with slow, steady praise that’s genuine and comforting. He also wouldn’t let you talk down about yourself, not even for a second. Every time you'd start to doubt or criticize your body, Sergei would shut it down firmly. He’d shower you with compliments, making sure you never forget how beautiful you are in his eyes. It wouldn’t be just about physical looks either.

He’d constantly be touching you, whether it's a soft caress as he passes you in the kitchen or something more deliberate as he guides you to lay back on the bed for him, his hands are always on your body. I think he’d love having you ride him so he could see everything he loves about your beautiful body and he knows it would help you get more comfortable and confident. And when it comes to eating you out, he wants you to leg lock him in the danger zone so he can drown in your cunt. He’s got big shoulders, perfectly able to accommodate your thick thighs.

One of his favorite things is after sex when you’re still naked and your soft form is pressing against his. He loves to wrap that muscular arm around your soft belly and bask in your full figure.

Listen, I have nothing but VIBES and my past experience, but I feel it in my bones that Ives specifically loves a chubby girl. To quote @clairewritesandrambles , “He looks like he’d love to meet a shy girl who thinks she can’t be wanted that way and turn her into a confident little freak.”

He would love to eat you out from behind. In fact, why would he want it any other way? It's either doggy style so he can enjoy your thick thighs and hips or cowgirl so he can see everything else. I also feel like he’d appreciate one of those boudoir books from his girl where she’s wearing sexy lingerie and embracing her body with confidence. He doesn’t need porn, just that book and a few minutes alone.

As for the others….

I think what really catches his attention is your personality. Whether you're the sweet, demure type, shocked by his vulgar mouth and squirming under his intense advances, or you're quick to throw it right back at him, matching each sharp retort with one of your own, refusing to give him an inch unless he earns it, he's smitten.

Once he's with you, Tangerine would definitely be the type to teach you how to dress to flatter your curves, making sure you see just how sexy you really are. He’d love to fuck you in front of a mirror and wouldn’t let you come until you agreed with him about just how good you looked.

If you even think about ordering a salad or something less than your usual favorite when you're out and about, he'd be annoyed.

"Oh, come on, luv," he snaps, snatching the menu out of your hands. He turns to the waiter, pinning him with an intense look. "She'll have the pasta carbonara. Extra garlic bread." He lets out an exaggerated huff, shaking his head at you. "A salad? Fuck off."

If he thought someone had implied you needed to be on a diet, he'd be furious. "A diet?" he repeats, leaning over the table, his blue eyes flashing with lethal intent. "Someone say somethin’ to you?"

I’m sure a lot of his desires are shaped by the societal expectations of the time and I believe they did appreciate wide hips and a fuller chest back then. So, I’m sure Friedrich would admire those features on you. But honestly, I think he’d be even more taken with your gentle nature, your proper and demure behavior. He’d want to know that you were intelligent, well-read, and capable of being a gracious hostess and a loving, attentive mother to his children.

But I certainly don’t think he’d be disappointed by your soft belly and all that flesh to devour once he had a chance to see everything on the wedding night.

Honestly, he seems the type to like a chubby girl every once and a while, but would just be so fucking awful about it. If you’re into degradation it might be a good time, but not even how good he looks in this movie would make me want to spend the night with him. I feel like he’d just talk a lot about himself and whatever weird protein drink he lives off of. The sex would be great but he’d just be out of pocket the whole time.