#Tom is a simp

[your-neighbourhood-antisocial]

Harry *harms someone*

Tom : *pupils dilate so much they almost swallow his iris*

Tom, later : Dear diary, I js discovered a new level of horny today

[wolfstaranddrarry]

Fic rec

Fandom - Harry Potter

Eat Your Heart Out by evaleon70

*Tom x Harry

*time travel

*it's set after Tom and Co. graduated from hogwarts

*Harry is a chef and he's a culinary god

*Tom is obsessed with Harry (not surprising tbh)

*absolutely adore Harry and Abraxas friendship in this fic

*loved Avery and his characterization in this fic(he's creepy and so weird, I love him)

*Abraxas and Tom's friendship is so precious to me

*Tom has some interesting kinks (bro got turned on while imagining Harry committing murder with him)

[mashas-rotting]

The Slytherin Princess

Chapter 5

Chapter warnings: Sexual self harm, Mutual masturbation, being secretly watched, public masturbation, blood. mentions of death, MINORS DNI

"I'm glad to see you made good use of depulso" Tom said smirking, referring to when he used a variation of it to cut you before…. "Oh, so we're talking about that now? I was happy to die before thinking about it again." You feel yourself blush as you speak. Tom turned to you, boxing you in against a tree with his arms on either side of you. "Yes, you do seem rather ready to die. Why?" Your breath stops at his words and you blink up at him. He takes one hand and tilts your face up by your chin. "Breathe darling. I asked you a question." You can feel his breath on your face. "I…" You trail off. Your brain feels fuzzy. 'Answer.' A voice whispers in your head. "I would gladly die, if that was your wish." You whisper. "Hmmm." Tom's brows furrow. "Why is that?" He asks His eyes flicker between each of yours. "Don't ask me that." Your voice is barely audible. The dark haired man did not ask again, but instead found himself leaning in to you. Lightly, ever so slightly your lips meet in a slow kiss. Tom pulls away and sighs. "We should be going, you have dueling to do." And that was all he spoke to you for the rest of the day.

Tom

Tom wasn't sure why he was drawn to you, but if he had to guess, it was probably because knowing you were a pureblood made you shiney and new to him. Still, that couldn't be the only reason. Plenty of pureblood women threw themselves at him, and besides the occasional one night stand he never indulged them. You're familys magic worrieed him. Perhaps he was under a spell of some kind. Not a love potion, he'd easily see through that, but if this was the effect of your bloodline he would kill you. He would not allow his mind to be tamperred with. However, if the magic your family held proved useful, he could not kill you before using it to serve his cause.

Kissing you wasn't his intentions with the interaction earlier. He had planned on trying to fluster you to see if you'd exspose anything. It had backfired and he found his heart beating in his ears and a tightness in his pants at your blush. You would die for him. This was new. He knew you didn't fear death, but to offer it to him specifically? Maybe you were both under some kind of spell. He would have to explore the restricted section of the library thoroughly tonight. He needed answers and reading your mind proved impossible. Another thing that irked him. No one had been able to fully hide their mind from him before, and yet there you stood, clearly flustered and the walls of your mind solid.

Y/n

Dueling Tom's lackies went fine. You managed to not seriously injure anyone this time, though noone bested you. Lestrange showed potential, but was easily put down. Avery wasn't able to attend as he was still recovering from the first day. Something you were sure hurt his ego. Good, he needed to be knocked down a few pegs. Tom had left after you finished your last duel and you ended up walking back alone. That was something you were grateful for, you wanted to put as much space between the two of you as possible.

You couldn't sleep that night. Tossing and turning for hours. So, feeling restless, you snuck out of your dorm. Wandering the empty halls aimlessly, you find yourself turning on the light in the transfiguration classroom. Your cheeks flush at the memory of the last time you were here, even though all the evidence is gone. Walking towards the seat you had sat in on the first day of detention, you let your fingers drag across the other desks as you pass them. The silence of the room feels inviting. As if you were meant to break all the rules tonight.

This was stupid. Why were you here? Sitting in your seat you press your thighs together. Maybe that's why you couldn't sleep. Maybe you just needed to… No, you wouldn't do that. You can't let him get in your head. Sighing you lean back stretching, your skirt riding up exposing the tops of your thigh highs. This makes you blush too. Had he seen them when you were cleaning the floors? Was that his whole reason for making you do it in the first place. You reach into your bag pulling out your diary, determined to get all of this out of your head and onto paper, when you noticed the quil. His quill. You had forgotten to give it back.

It's in your hand before you have time to question it. 'Tom Marvolo Riddle' Groaning you watch the letters carve into your wrist. Your breath comes in uneven gasps as the letters appear and then redden with blood. "Fuck" You breathe. Slowly, you lift your arm up, your eyes locked onto his name, and your tongue darts out licking away your blood in one swipe. The pressure building between your thighs makes you whine and shift in your seat, not unlike the first time you used this quill.

You slide your other hand under your skirt, feeling the evidence of your arousal slick on your thighs before you even reach your goal. "Oh!" You gasp as you hit your mark. Even through your panties the pressure of your fingers on your clit sends a jolt of electricity through you. Moving the offending fabric to the side you circle your clit. Closing your eyes you feel your back arch at the sensation. "T-tom" You can't find it in you to feel embarrassed, though you certainly will later. Your other arm slams on the desk smearing blood on it as well as your diary, causing a delicious sting. Your black ballet flats slip off as you tense your legs, leaving your feet bare except for your thigh high socks. The tie at your neck feels suffocating so you loosen it and undo the first few buttons of your top.

Tom

His hand clamped over his mouth in an act of embarssment and surprise at the scene he witnessed. Tom had been making his nightly rounds when he noticed the light on in a classroom. Thinking he was going to catch some students out passed curfew he almost walked in, stopping when he saw what was happening a blush spreading across his face. Y/n, clothes disheveled, wrist bleeding, as her hand moved under her skirt. She probably would've noticed him if the sounds of her moans hadn't covered his aproaching steps. Tom moved out of site, standing in the hallwasy listening.

"Please." She groaned. He'd heard her say this before, in a very similar way. Blood rushed to his cock, against his better judgement, making his pants feel tight. She had used the quill again. He had meant to get it back from her, but now he was almost glad he hadn't. Tom held back a groan as he palmed himself through his clothes, never consiously deciding to. "Hurt me. M-make me feel it." He hears her whine. The sound alone almost makes him cum in his pants and he has to still his hand and lean back against the cold stone wall. Y/n was getting in his head and he didn't like it, but he was, for the first time, powerless to stop it.

Tom slipped his hand in his pants and risked a look inside the classroom again. Y/n's eyes were closed her lips parted as she panted, with a hand between her thighs and a hand on her now exposed breast playing with her nipple. Fuck. That did him in. Tom felt the familiar tightening of his balls and he stroked himself faster. Gasping, he released his cum, cum that should've been going inside Y/n, into his hand.

Y/n

Trying to catch your breath as the aftershock of your orgasm wash over you, you glanced around suddenly embarrassed and feeling exposed. You quickly straighten yourself and go to your dorm to sleep. Falling asleep quickly, you dream of wolves with blood red eyes.

[blackynsupremacy]

me watching smallville on my ipad instead of my tv because my down (AND DELULU) horrendous ass needs to have tom welling’s face up against mine.

[goosita]

Ahhhh Thank u so much for writing my request ab Billy dealing w stress!!!! U made my night I fr was kicking my hair and giggling like there was no tomorrow. U & ur writing are everything and more fr <333

Another idea just occurred to me…what would Billy like you to wear? Take this as you will, but I can see him losing his mind over off the shoulder frilly things…maybe….

clawing at the carpet and biting the drywall tbh bc he so would like lace and ruffles make this man fall to his knees !!

i think there’s really two ways this could go. billy has moods, yk?

on the one hand, he thinks you look beautiful in anything you put on. but he has a particular fondness for the days when you meet him out in the meadow, blouse tucked into a well-fitted pair of pants and your riding boots. it means he gets to haul you up onto his horse without the fear of muddying or accidentally tearing any of your pretty skirts or dresses.

he also likes it because he can tell you’re so comfortable in it. the way you move, the way you’re so much less careful. billy can get you seated nice and comfy, your back to his chest and his arms around you as you ride through the tall grass or weave through trees in the woods. he likes the way this particular type of outfit makes you less self-conscious, and makes you feel more free to have fun with him…❤️

on the other hand, this darling man will lose his ever lovin’ mind if you appear before him in soft laces and frills. you’re already always so soft compared to him, when you sit perched on his bed in a little lacy nightgown that barely brushes the tops of your thighs; one that only just falls over your hips. billy is at your mercy and you both know it. his eyes wouldn’t know where to look first, to your shoulders where the delicate ruffles slip down? to your chest, framed so beautifully by the dainty fabric? or to your legs, so neatly folded atop his blankets?

he’d be on you in an instant, laying you back and crowding into your space. billy is a rough man— but not with you. not with his precious angel. his lips are already skimming your throat by the time your head is cushioned by his pillow, his hips slotting between your eagerly spread thighs.

“jesus christ, sweetheart. you’re gonna be the death of me,” he breathes, almost purring against your skin. his teeth nibble at your skin and it makes you giggle; his favorite sound in the world. you can feel his smile before you see it, when he lifts his head and gazes down at you with the most charming and boyish grin. he adores you, and tells you as much before he’s dipping his head back down to smother you in slick, eager kisses that make your head spin.

billy takes his time working you up, littering your body with lovebites and feeling the way you writhe beneath him. it’s not long before he has you gasping his name, pulling at his hair and begging him for things that used to make you blush, things that you used to be too shy to say in front of him. you aren’t shy anymore, though. you know billy will always give you anything you ask for.

your hands reach down to pull your little nightie off, and he growls softly, catching your wrists in his hands and pinning them above your head.

“leave it on, baby. please? for me?”

yeah. yeah, he likes you in anything, but soft frills may be his favorite.

[letsbesharkfriends]

sorry I've got that thing where I faint at the sight of these pretty men

[sotwk]

So I'm finally breaking my fast from horror movies and watching Crimson Peak (idea given by @lucifers-legions), mostly to see Charlie Hunnam. But I'm also prepared to be charmed by Tom Hiddleston because it's Tom Hiddleston.

But Charlie appears onscreen for the first time, says one line, and I'm swooning. I'm seeing just how far I've fallen into the simping hole for this man. Uh-oh.

It's okay, it's okay... it will be useful inspo for my Théodred fics.

I might even wind up fancasting Tom Hiddleston as someone (because that's just what I inevitably do).

And if I'm unable to properly sleep tonight due to the horror movie horrors, it would be WORTH IT.

[kafka-ohdear]

love how i've stumbled across at least 6 fics where iceman got his whole fanclub with slider as his "personal bodyguard" who's constantly by his side, mav having a stubborn crush on him and cyclone is the fanclub's president. isn't he so precious.

[sunfyredefender77]

HELP I have to share with yall what happened to me because it's so fucking funny

I was looking at my saved edits of Aegon/ Tom edits on TikTok, then I came across MY FAV TOM EDIT and I was so mesmerized by his beauty(I was watching it for like 10 minutes on repeat)AND THEN I DROPPED MY PHONE AND IT BROKE and the screen went black but I could still hear THE FUCKING AUDIO, after like 5 hours of trying to turn it off I COULD NOT THE AUDIO WAS STILL PLAYING so I decided to destroy the phone BUT IT STARTED FIRE AND I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO ( it's ok now)

The edit:

[r4bidcherry]

twink alert

[unlawfulchaos]

[Working out at the Top Gun gym]

Mav, in very tight shorts: *bends over*

Ice: *trips on the treadmill*

Goose, sighing: Clear out the board. We're back to zero

Slider: *solemnly writes zero in 'Number of Days without Incidents'*

[your-neighbourhood-antisocial]

Tom 'is that a threat' riddle vs Harry 'did it sound like a compliment' Potter

[passionategirlie]

hi, just a quick question!

what does crushing on these two says about my personality?? :)

(im a good person in real life i swear)

[drawinggoose]

My attempts to catch Dark Lord's... voldiness, plus a little one-sided Bellamort.

[gummy-axolotl]

Drawing my F/O's as Worms-On-A-String Part 4: Tom Lucitor (Star VS the Forces of Evil)

[um-weird-flex-but-ok]

If they didn't want me to become obsessed with Aegon then they shouldn't have made him greasy and pathetic

“but he does so many awful things—” his victims are fictional and I lack self-preservation instincts, try again