#a tom moodboard

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tom hardy myspace rabbit hole is not for the weak

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[webbluvrsugar]

teaching Tom Riddle how to love.

cw: fluff with smut

He has you pinned on his bedsheets, you’ve sneaked away to his chambers just to do this, it’s not like you’ve been dating, but you’ve been hanging around — and fucking — each other for a while now, and for Tom, that’s a really big deal.

He’s been fucking you the way he wishes the past times, hard, rough, with your head flush against the pillow, ramming into you without any sorts of feelings, without attaching himself, it’s nice, pleasurable, but he’s been doing it for himself.

He’s inside you already, cock stretching you out as he stays still, his head leans down to meet your neck, breathing your scent before he kisses your jaw, his lips moving to your ear.

“Tell me how you like it.” His voice is low and it grumbles in your ear, when you can’t answer right away, he gives you a slight thrust.

Your hands goes to his on your hips, slightly pushing him back before taking his hands and placing them over your breasts, his breath itches, he slightly massages the flesh, toying with your nipples as he lets you guide him.

“Slowly…” you mutter, he carefully starts moving his hips in a pace he hasn’t used before, it all feels foreign, somehow more intimate but it still gets you to mewl so he doesn’t complain. “Like that.”

Tom nods, he keeps rolling his hips into you, slow and soft so you can feel exactly every way his cock stretches you out, letting out slow whimpers as he does it.

“Does it feel good?” He asks, another soft whisper in your ear as he makes his thrusts a little more sharp, taking your air out of your lungs and forcing a moan out of you.

“Yes, just… hold me close.” You ask, hands wrapping around his neck to pull him flush to your body, slightly burying your head on your shoulder.

Tom hasn’t felt like this before, like he’s being needed, he also didn’t think that slow, passionate sex would feel so nice when he obviously prefers to do it the hard way.

But you like it.

So he keeps doing it the way you asked him to, leaning into the pleasure your cunt provides as the time passes, and when you’re done and both lazy and mushy next to each other, your head flush to his chest, he lets himself provide that care to you, hesitantly dragging a hand to your hair and brushing it away to see your face, thumb lightly caressing your exposed cheek.

‘It’s not so unpleasant after all’ he thinks.

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The darkness inside you,

can make you feel so small

but I see your true colors

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theo nott is a dick to you - but this time it’s on a yacht!

pairings: theo nott x reader, draco x pansy, mattheo x everyone, tom riddle x reader

warnings: 18+, asshole theo

moodboard: link

summary: forced to attend blaise's yacht party, you expected boredom - not a soaked dress, lost cigarettes, and theo nott's infuriating smirk.

Pansy had dragged you along to yet another one of Blaise’s yacht parties. You had been resistant when she first suggested attending the party that morning, but she wore you down over the day. She picked out a dress for you and promised to pay for the uber there and back, so you finally relented. The whole ordeal was more trouble than it was worth, especially for a party that Blaise seemingly throws every other week, but as you stepped onto the yacht, the warm salty sunset wrapped around you like a protective cloak and the rhythmic lapping of water against the hull quietened the buzzing in your mind.

You watched as Pansy’s eyes locked with Draco’s. She turned to you, widened her eyes in excitement and gave your hand a firm squeeze before walking away to Draco, who was patting his lap. They became immediately immersed in their usual banter, their voices low and teasing, filled with electric tension that crackled like the distant murmurs of cicadas on shore.

The boat’s deck was illuminated by the sunset and soft lights, together they casted a glow on the partygoers, making their laughter and flirting seem almost magical. Enzo and his effortless charm were the centre of attention as he mixed cocktails. His movements were smooth and confident, each shake of the cocktail shaker accompanied by a breezy smile that made the giggling girls surrounding him, lean in closer. At the other end of the deck, Blaise and Mattheo lounged on long couches. Despite having a girl under each arm but Mattheo, seemed to disregard their presence as his gaze wandered over the crowd, his smirk was twisted in amusement as he eyed the other girls with a calculating glint, clearly only interested in finding his next conquest. On the couch opposite him, Blaise traced idle circles on the leg of a girl sitting next to him, his attention seemingly elsewhere. Perhaps on how hard his mother will kick his ass when she see’s her yacht is missing, once again.

A cool breeze whipped your cheek and quickly reminded you that you were currently standing alone in the middle of a party. You quickly grabbed a champagne glass off a passing server and walked over to the boat’s railing. The coast was just a glitter of golden lights at this distance. You couldn’t help but think how much more you would enjoy this if the air wasn’t sweltering with so much horniness. You turned from the view to pull a cigarette out from your handbag, watching as Mattheo made-out with yet another person, the second one you’d seen since you arrived.

“Poor girl” You shook your head as you struggled to light your cigarette in the wind.

Theo Nott, who you had not noticed but had been watching you since you stepped aboard, strutted over to you.

“Those things will kill you, you know,” he remarked with an air of superiority.

“You’re one to talk,” you shot back, arching an eyebrow. “Didn’t you get suspended in fourth year for smoking behind the Quidditch stands?”

Theo grabbed the cigarette and lighter from your hand, lit the cigarette in one smooth motion, took a couple of puffs, and then handed it back to you. “That’s none of your business, ficcanaso” he said with a smirk.

Theo reclined against the rail with a glass of whiskey in hand, he was observing every glance and every subtle movement you made. His eyes, dark and intense, lingered on you as you turned to smoke your cigarette over the edge of the boat.

“Thinking of taking a dip?” he asked, his tone low and almost seductive.

You turned to face him, catching the glimmer of mischief in his eyes.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you” you mock.

Theodore’s eyes sparkled with amusement as he took a step closer.

“Oh, I would” And without a hint of hesitation, Theo stepped closer, his movements fluid and purposeful. He gave you a firm, playful shove, sending you tumbling over the railing and into the water with a splash.

As you surfaced, coughing and sputtering, Theo dived in, effortlessly cutting through the water. When he emerged next to you, his expression was brimming with smug satisfaction. He casually pushed his wet hair back, his movements smooth and deliberate, clearly savoring the moment.

“My cigarettes! You fucking idiot!”

“Don’t be so grumpy principessa, I can buy you as many cartons as you want”

You started pushing waves of water in his direction, violently and repeatedly. Theo avoided your splashes at first, but as you struggled to stay afloat and aim your punches, your movements grew more erratic. In your frustration, your legs absentmindedly wrapped around Theo’s waist, trying to stabilise yourself to hit harder and cleaner. Theo looked down at you, his smirk widening with a blend of amusement and arrogance. You glanced down, suddenly aware of how your legs were wrapped around his waist.

“Careful,” he murmured.

You glared at him, pushing yourself away. As you swam back toward the boat, you mourned the remnants of your cigarettes that were drifting away. As you climbed the ladder, you could feel his eyes on your body, on your wet dress clinging to your waist and hips. You started to feel your dress creep higher up your thighs with each wrung. His voice called out from the water, dripping with a mix of admiration and cocky charm.

“Nice view from down here. Could get used to seeing you like this.”

Only now did you remember the g-string you wore so that no underwear lines ruined the dress.

“Shut up, Theo.” You spat sharply down at him.

His smirk remained, eyes tracking your every move.

After climbing back onto the boat, you stood there, shivering and looking around for anyone who might know a drying charm. As you scanned the deck, Tom caught sight of you and strode over. As he approached you his gaze lowered and he shook his head amusedly.

“You look nice tonight” he taunted.

Without waiting for a reply, he waved his wand with a practiced flick. A warm, tingling sensation spread over your dress and hair as he dried you off. While waiting for Tom to finish, your gaze drifted back to the water’s edge just as a dripping wet and shirtless Theo climbed back onto the boat. His eyes met yours and his smirk grew. You silently vowed that this would be the last of these stupid boat parties.

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[shilohsversion]

"You could be whoever, whatever you wanna be, even someone good. I mean, just in case anyone ever told you different."

[amongemeraldclouds]

Tom Riddle clutched the handmade bookmark you gave him at the end of class. You said it was to wish him good luck for the upcoming exams and nothing made sense. Not the flutter in his stomach nor the warmth he felt in his chest.

You had always been warm and friendly to him like you were with everyone else. He didn’t understand how others could be kind without getting anything in return. It seemed futile. A weakness, even.

And yet, whenever you were kind with your bright eyes and warm smile, there was a quiet boldness within you that he deemed powerful. It piqued his interest.

When he dreamt of you the next day, he knew he had to spring to action. It started with a carefully concocted plan to get to know you. You found it odd how inquisitive he was one day, but your crush had suddenly taken an interest in you. You could hardly complain.

Soon, he’ll find himself on an open field with you, the warm sun caressing your face. He’ll tuck a flower behind your ear, strumming the strings of your desire. He already considered you his, it was only a matter of time until you knew it too.

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A gifset version of this moodboard of mine.

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[jakegyllenbaalz]

tom hardy filming warrior (2011)

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does this mean anything to you

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being tom riddle's girlfriend:

[webbluvrsugar]

THE PRETTIEST METHOD OF BETRAYAL.

TOM RIDDLE - KINKTOBER 24 — OCT.13TH — M.LIST.

cw: dark magic, corruption, coercion

“You’re a fool.”

He bluntly tells you, you’re standing with your back to him, breathing anxiously as his chest is flushed to your back. You can feel him watching you, watching every reaction you make, every little thing you do, he’s there to watch you.

“You don’t want to join me? I’m giving you a chance.” He’s a little more aggressive now, his fingers curve into the wooden desk he holds on to, successfully trapping you in.

“A chance of what?” You retort, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“Of living.” He points out, your brows perk up. “You’re a mudblood, when I release that beast, you can be with me or die against me.”

He speaks of you as if you’re in a lower level than him — he’s being a hypocrite — he thinks, his dirty mother was a mudblood too, either way, you do not need to know that.

“Why would you want a mudblood fighting for your name? Staining your name.” You finally turn around to look at him, so close to him that you could almost kiss.

“Because, unfortunately, you’re one of the brightest witches I’ve ever known.” Smart, he’s getting to you. “And because you’ve managed to put a… curse around my heart.”

Not exactly, but the lie will work if he’s trying to convince you to turn to him and defy all your morals, to embrace the dark within you.

“A poison.” He leans in, his lips almost touching your ear. “A curse so painful that I can barely breathe when you’re not in the same room.” His fingers move from the desk to your wrist, gripping it painfully.

“I could teach you more than you know.” He claims.

“And what do I not know?”

“The dark, the things that can’t be forgiven,” his lips finally touch the flesh below your ear. “how to make someone bend to your will with a simple flick of your wand.”

“I don’t desire to empower people.” You mention, he presses a kiss on your pulse point, it sends shivers down your back. “You do.”

“You’re right.” He chuckles. “And when I rule, witches and wizards will have a better future,” he nips at your skin, you arch your back against the wood. “away from that filthy race of yours.” His lips latch around your neck, sucking a hickey on your untouched skin.

It’s tricky.

You can either die a hero and fight with your friends against him or succumb into temptation and live a ‘peaceful’ life with love, but even living would just be enough.

Merlin, what are you doing?

This is wrong on so many levels, but you don’t care, his lips are going further and further down to your neckline, and then down to your cleavage.

“Fine.” You speak, hushed and quiet as if you don’t want anyone to hear you.

“Fine?” He pulls away, smirks.

“I’ll fight for you.” You nod.

One of his hands meet your chin, cupping it and raising your head so your eyes meet his, one of his finger prod at your lips, you part them slightly, he slides it in and past the flesh as if to humiliate you further, corrupt you even more with his dirty fingers.

“Good.”

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