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jakegyllenbaalz · 2 months ago
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tom hardy myspace rabbit hole is not for the weak
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foreverrryourssss · 3 months ago
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Aries in fall 🍁
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spookyasmr · 4 months ago
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webbluvrsugar · 4 months ago
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teaching Tom Riddle how to love.
cw: fluff with smut
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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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gavas-world · 10 months ago
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The darkness inside you,
can make you feel so small
but I see your true colors
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gethighdropacidneverdie · 13 days ago
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Man, 2004 was wild for this
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motherearthlovesus · 4 months ago
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theo nott is a dick to you - but this time it’s on a yacht!
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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.
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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 · 2 months ago
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"You could be whoever, whatever you wanna be, even someone good. I mean, just in case anyone ever told you different."
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d0wn-in-the-morgue · 6 months ago
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bill without makeup 🎀
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amongemeraldclouds · 6 months ago
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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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✿ For this request | Follower celebration | Event masterlist
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fatherforgivethem · 1 month ago
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“Did you know, Sir?”
“Did I know I just met the most dangerous dark wizard of all time? No.”
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“I can make bad things happen to people who are mean to me. Can make them hurt… if I want.”
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jakegyllenbaalz · 2 months ago
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tom hardy filming warrior (2011)
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t0mkslvt46 · 2 months ago
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𝘛𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘒𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘻 2011 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘞𝘞𝘋 𝘫𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘯
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daenysthedreamer101 · 4 months ago
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House of Sunglasses
masterlist
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jamjjamm · 2 months ago
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Tom ''ICEMAN'' Kazansky
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webbluvrsugar · 2 months ago
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WORSHIP ME.
TOM RIDDLE - KINKTOBER 24 — OCT.25TH — M.LIST.
cw: cheating, bondage, dumbification
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“Listen to me.”
His voice rings in a room in a calculated, tone, you stop in your tracks of leaving his dorm, somewhere you shouldn’t be, especially because you have a boyfriend just down the hall on the last Slytherin dorm.
“Why should I listen to you Tom, I told you, this is over, I can’t keep doing this.” You argue back, brows slightly furrowing as you then to look at him and cross your arms.
He grabs your wrist, tugs you closer to him before he takes a step near you.
“You’ll be a fool if you walk out that door thinking you can find someone else better than me.” He mutters, leans even closer, his presence towers over your body.
That’s the thing with Tom, he always find you stupid, idiotic, as if you’re inferior to him, and he always bases his opinions on things you can’t control — like being in hufflepuff, being naive, quiet, he’s insufferable.
“I know your weaknesses, I know how to touch you.” He lets go of your wrist, the same hand moves to cup your chin, roughness in his fingers even if his thumb caresses your cheek. “So when I tell you to get on the bed, you do so immediately,” he points out. “And I don’t care if you have a stupid boyfriend or not, you’ll do it because.. deep down, you want to.”
His words are true. You wish they weren’t but they are, you always find yourself looking for what he’s providing even if you have man of your own, he just can’t give you what you want.
So maybe that’s why you get on the bed.
Maybe that’s why you let him bind your hands back with his own tie without complaining, maybe that’s why you let him mock you so much.
“Don’t be afraid, speak up.” He tugs on the tie harsher, his thrusts are fluid, they go from slow to fast, making you want to release stupid loud moans in the back of your throat.
“Oh, I get it, you’re worried he could listen.” He chuckles, his hand grips down on your waist, marking the flesh. “I don’t know what you see in him.” He scoffs.
“You could let him go, you could have me, worship me.” He laughs, bluntly laughs in your ears as he leans down to whisper.
“But I bet you like it when it’s forbidden, you’re thrilled by it.”
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