#but the thing is is that i cant be a girlfriend again

[tomriddlehyperfixataion]

New perfume? -Tom Riddle x Reader-oneshot

-summary; Tom’s girl wears perfume everyday, scents Tom enjoys enough to usually enjoy burying his face in her neck every night to calm down. Today somethings different, her perfume is…dear merlin Tom cant hold himself back.

Warning; smut fic, oral sex(Fem receiving), unprotected PinV sex(wrap it before you tap it!), obsessive feral Tom, Amortentia use(not on purpose.) sliiightly pathetic Tom, slightly sub! Tom.

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Tom had a sensitive nose, which helped a lot in potions class and got him many Outstandings from Slughorn over the ears. This sensitive nose meant his girlfriend (y/n) had to be careful with what perfumes she got, she herself had a sensitive nose so she never got anything intense, her favorite being a vanilla honey-based scent, it was comforting yet light, blending in with the scent of her shampoo and bodywash that Tom enjoyed.

His favorite thing to do at the end of a long patrol was to pull her into his lap in front of the common room fire and inhale her gentle scent, enjoying the sweet soft smell of honey and vanilla, never too strong, never too faint-just right.

Just like her.

Currently, Tom hadn’t seen his girl all day, they’d been busy with classes which were all separate considering their different career paths, (y/n) planning on being a healer and Tom not having any particular thing set(as far as anyone was aware other than his knights), so he hadn’t seen her since breakfast-and breakfast was when Tom usually kept his head low, trying to cover up the barrage of smells with a cup of sugar and milk heavy coffee.

So, until right now-as he passed by (y/n) for a split moment as they both went to their next class, he hadn’t gotten a whiff of her usual perfume that made him feel at ease.

Because this time-her perfume assaulted his senses, not to make him scrunch his nose and tell her to take a shower or something-but instead he stumbled, heat zipping down his spine as her scent overwhelmed him so suddenly.

Vanilla and honey, caramel and roses, and a heady mix of his cologne and her usual perfume. He twisted on his heel, going right after her-his friend called after him-they had to get to class but for once, Tom really didn’t give a shit.

He caught up to his girl and grabbed her arm, she squeaked and looked up at him-her perfume invading his senses, and he swore he felt light on his feet-and pants too tight. “I need to talk to you.” Tom said, demanding, not asking.

“Shit you scared me Tom-“ (y/n) breathed out, stumbling after him as he dragged her down the hall, out of the crowd of students and into an unused room that hadn’t been used since their first year.

(y/n) gasped as she was shoved against the door, shivering as Tom’s face pressed into her neck, hands tight against her sides. “You changed your perfume.” Tom nearly growled into her neck, teeth grazing her throat and she groaned, her head tipping back against the wall.

“What-no I d-didn’t?” (y/n) said, she hadn’t, she put on the usual vanilla honey perfume she put on every day? Tom groaned, inhaling her scent-he felt feral, like a male dog smelling a bitch in heat.

“You did.” He insisted, licking his bottom lip-he felt drunk, or like someone had slipped an aphrodisiac into his system somehow.

“I didn’t-I used the same perfume I use every day.” (y/n), pulling out the perfume bottle from her bag to show it to him. He recognized the bottle, he’d helped her pick it out a few months back. He grabbed it, pulling off the cap and inhaling from the sprayer. It smelled like she did-intense and overwhelming, heat zinging down his spine again.

Beneath it all, he recognized it, Amortentia. “Someone spiked your perfume with Amortentia.” He muttered, his eyes half-lidded as he capped the bottle and put it in his pocket, grabbing (y/n)’s wrist as she tried to take it back.

“Who in the heck would do that?” (y/n) asked, her brow furrowed, gasping as Tom’s hips bucked against her and backed her against the wall, his lips on her neck, licking a wide stripe up to her jaw. “Tom!”

“You smell so fucking good, I can’t help myself,” Tom groaned, feeling completely out of control for the first time in his life, he’d felt this way before, always with (y/n), but never this intense. “Fuck-(y/n).” he groaned again, hands going down her sides and up her skirt, pulling at her tights.

“Tom-we have class,” (y/n) protested weakly, her cheeks flushing as he continued to tug at her tights. He nipped at her earlobe, making her shudder as his tongue traced the shell of her ear.

“Fuck class.” He groaned, a sentence never heard from him before and (y/n) swallowed, biting her inner lip as she looked at him, his face was flushed, pupils almost overtaking his whole eye. Whoever had tampered with her perfume had made it like a Tom magnet, making him crazy for her.

She didn’t get to see him like this often, and he seemed sound of mind otherwise.

They only had one more class today, and it probably already started.

Fuck it.

She turned her head, pressing her lips against his hard, teeth clashing as hands yanked at clothes and Tom’s tie was pulled off-his eyes snapping open as he felt his tie get yanked around his wrists and pulled behind his back, (y/n) tying it and yanking it tight.

“Fuck. (y/n).” Tom groaned, his brows pinched as he pulled at the binding, panting as (y/n) smirked to herself. “Where’d you learn this?”

“From you.” (y/n) said, taking her wand from her bag and locking the door before dropping it back in her bag and throwing her bag to the floor, yanking Tom’s vest and shirt up, unbuckling his belt.

Tom groaned, his forehead pressed against the top of her head as he leaned over her, panting heavily as her fingers brushed against his skin, trailing the patch of hair that disappeared into his boxers. “(y/n).” he snapped, cheeks flushed with impatience and desire, huffing as he felt her hands on his shoulders and he was forced to his knees.

He looked up at her, his eyes fluttering as he smelled her intensely now, closer to her pretty cunt that he loved so much. “(y/n).” he groaned again, mouth watering as she pushed down her tights and underwear, fingers curling into his hair to bring him between her thighs, face disappearing under her skirt.

She smelled so fucking good; he felt drunk just off her scent. His mouth opened as she pushed him against her cunt and he began to lick and suck at her ravenously, like a man starved-her moans and sighs music to his ears as his hips bucked in response.

He’d never felt so starved for this, so-needy-for this. He’d never let her tie his wrists up or force him to his knees-but her damn perfume, whatever tampered with it, was making him weak for her, pussy drunk as he licked into her cunt, swallowing down her sweet taste.

His nose brushed against her clit and (y/n) jolted, forcing his face closer and he groaned, moving his face up to suck her clit, swirling his tongue around the sensitive thing, fists clenching and unclenching behind his back.

“You’re gonna kill me you she-devil.” Tom groaned as he pulled back for breath, brows pinched as he licked his lips-sweet with the taste of her. (y/n) laughed gently, nails scratching his scalp that sent shivers down his spine.

“What’ta way to go huh?” (y/n) teased, her eyes fluttering as he licked a wide stripe up her cunt from her hole to her clit, sucking on her clit-grazing his teeth on it to make her jump.

“Best way to go.” He murmured-his eyes closing as he took her cunt into his mouth again, licking and sucking like he couldn’t get enough. This was the way to die, between her thighs and tasting her, and nothing else.

(y/n) moaned, mouth opened as she listened to the obscene noise of his tongue and mouth against her, the smooth texture of his tongue making her go mad. “Tom-Tom,” she moaned out, feeling him smirk against her and she hooked a leg over his shoulder, bringing him even closer somehow. “oooh fuck-Tom.”

She yanked at his hair and he let out a long guttural moan, sending shivers up her spine as it made everything vibrate and she moaned with him, yanking his hair again as he ate her out like it was the last thing he’d do. “Oh fuck-oh shit-oh shit oh shiiit.” (y/n) groaned, her body arching forward, that peaking feeling in her cunt growing stronger, tightening in her gut.

“Shit shit shit-I’m gonna-Tom fuck!” (y/n) moaned, grinding her hips to push against his face, her hands in his hair to pull him against her and he went slack jawed, letting her use his tongue to finish on as the rest of him went tight, his eyes fluttering as he felt her cum on his face.

She kept him against her as she rode out her high, moaning softly as her hips bucked against him, pulling his head away as he kept licking at her clit-sending her into overdrive. Her mouth dropped open slightly, looking at him; his face was flushed, lips open and slick with her cum, tongue slightly out and hair a mess-her fingers still tangled.

“you look good on your knees,” she muttered and Tom swallowed, panting hard, twisting his hips to try and relieve tension.

“(y/n),” he said, voice raspy and almost needy, his eyes locked onto her cunt still, watching it drip with arousal. She let out a soft sigh and slid down on the wall in front of him, pushing him back-his thighs burning as she pushed him to lay on his back with his legs and arms beneath him. He said her name again, groaning as she shoved his shirt up, putting the hem into his mouth.

“Bite.” She commanded softly and he took it between his teeth, already breathing hard as she undid his trousers and pushed them down with his boxers, his eyes fluttering as her hand wrapped around his aching cock, her other hand brushing against his pubes and then going up his chest to his throat, pushing lightly.

“Be good.” She said and Tom groaned, his back arching as she swung her leg over him and sank his cock into her, (y/n) moaning as she felt him fill her up perfectly. She began to rock back and forth as Tom writhed his head around, her hand still on his throat-shirt still in his mouth as she began to ride him-her ass snapping down on his thighs as he writhed and bucked against her.

(y/n) rocked her hips, bouncing lightly every once in a while to make him groan, drool soaking his shirt as he thrust up against her, skin against skin and the heady smell of sex filling their senses as she pressed against his throat a bit more, leaning down to press soft kisses on his brow and cheeks.

He strained against his tie, wanting to touch her but also not wanting to go against her-that damned perfume had ruined him, made him weak to her whims. He groaned out her name, muffled by the shirt in his mouth as his face flushed hotter, his hips snapping faster as he felt his orgasm approach, his cock deep in her tight wet warmth.

He opened his eyes to look at her-a near begging look in his eyes, pleasure from her cunt and her hand on his throat nearly overwhelming him. “Cum for me,” (y/n) moaned, clenching around him and his eyes rolled back, body stilling as his hips snapped once, twice, and then stopped, (y/n) groaning as she felt him twitch inside her, cumming.

She released his throat, tugging the shirt from his mouth and Tom took greedy gasps of breath, his eyes unfocused as he let his head turn to the side, his cheek against the cold stone. (y/n) got off him, his cock slipping out of her and she shivered, helping him sit up and rubbing his legs as he felt pins and needles from below the knee.

“I should thank whoever tampered with my perfume,” (y/n) teased as she untied his wrists and grabbed her wand from her bag, cleaning them both up and retying his tie.

“I’ll find the bastard and buy them a butterbeer.” Tom muttered and (y/n) grinned, happy to know he hadn’t minded her being in control for once. He kissed her cheek and got up on wobbly legs, pulling her up by the hand. “Once.” Tom said sternly, looking down at her with his flushed face and messy hair, his eyes still distant.

(y/n) grinned. “Sure.”

It was not the last time.

-end-

[yanderedollie]

he’s the only one i could call

“fuck.” i groaned, leaning my head back against the headrest.

i lightly slammed my hands down on the steering wheel and lowered my music.

my car had broken down a few cities over from my own.

i picked up my phone to check the time.

3am… of course it is. nobody i know is gonna be up right now to save me.

“this is what i get for neglecting the check battery light” i think to myself. my car stalled a few more pathetic attempts to start as i realized i didn’t have the money for a tow service right now either.

i glanced around and picked up my phone to check maps. maybe there’s a 24 hour diner, or somewhere i can stay till it’s a reasonable hour.

nothing. i wanna throw my phone after i check how far i actually am from my apartment.

as i try one last attempt to move around the map and find a savior my heart drops to my stomach, and leaps back into my throat once i realize just exactly where i am.

two neighborhoods over is his house.

i giggle to myself as an idea flashes in my mind.

before i continue i’ll give context.

the whole reason i’m even cities over from my own was because i took a drive to clear my head. to try and forget him.

i had been trying everything i could but he was always gnawing at my brain. always. and i had been trying to control my obsessive tendencies after our fall out.

i had been doing good but, stuck in a neighborhood so close to his house made my body ache.

my fingertips tingled in anticipation as they hovered over my phone screen.

i wondered if he was even awake. he never really had a great sleep schedule. i checked the time again… 3:05.. i hope he’s not with her.

i nibbled at the inside of my cheek before i threw all reason out the window…

it rang a few times before a familiar, sleepy voice, answered

“[name]?”

my breath caught in my throat before i answered

“hey… hey i’m sorry i know it’s late- were you sleeping?”

“yeah but it’s fine.. are you okay? why are you calling?”

i smiled to myself. he still cares.

“i’m fine! i’m okay! swear. it’s just my car broke down really close to you. everyone i know is asleep…”

i trailed off. i probably sounded so desperate. it dripped off of me.

“[name].. i’m with my girlfriend.. cant- cant you call a tow service?”

i bit the inside of my cheek again. hard. i don’t care about his girlfriend. i’ll kill her.

i shook my head and nervously played with a loose thread at the end of my dress

“i.. uh.. dont have that kind of money right now.”

i sound genuinely pathetic

“i see… uh.. okay um i can come help you. just send me your location… and [name]?”

“hm?”

i practically whined at the idea of him coming to rescue me

“i’m just going to jump start your car and leave okay? please don’t make this a.. a thing”

that stung. i swallowed hard and nodded like he could see me

“yeah. it- it wont be.”

my phone beeped indicating he ended the call. i squirmed in my seat as i sent him a pin of my location.

make it a thing? what the fuck?

i wanted to rip out his throat.

shifting uncomfortably i waited outside in the cold. i leaned up against the drivers side window, shivering and pathetic.

when his cars headlights pulled onto the street i was on i felt my heartbeat quicken and my body tingle.

i was starving.

“hey..”

he said, walking up to my car with cables in his hand

“hi…i’m sorry again about this.”

i smiled softly at him. he always liked when i smiled at him that way… i hoped he felt something. anything.

he smiled back and i swear i could see his eyes linger over my body for a little too long

i felt like pouncing on him like a predator catching its prey.

“no worries. i told my girlfriend i’d be quick so, lets do this”

i felt rage flicker in my gut. stop fucking talking about her.

“right..”

i clearly sounded upset but i didn’t care.

my bones ached as i watched him attempt to jump start my car. he looked as gorgeous as ever.

it started pretty much instantly and i panicked. he couldn’t leave yet. no, no, no, not yet.

“w-wait!”

i practically yelled at him

he stopped abruptly, clearly taken aback by my sudden outburst

“what?!”

he was visibly concerned. never mad. he never really could get mad at me.

i felt tears well up in my eyes

“don’t leave…please.. i’m-i’m sorry. it’s been so long since i've seen you. i had to see you. i can’t stop thinking about you. please please don’t go…”

i felt so many emotions bubble inside of me, i felt like i was going to burst

he stared at me for a long time… then.. he smiled.

“cute.”

i swallowed and looked down at my feet

“stop. i’m sorry. that was really stupid.”

i didn’t look up but i heard him take a step towards me

“[name]….”

i looked up. he was right in front of me, closer to me than he had been in months.

i clenched my jaw. i could smell his cologne and my knees nearly buckled.

“stop it!”

i stepped back. i wanted him so bad but i knew it was wrong. i wanted to kill his girlfriend and rip out his throat, but i was trying so hard to be better. i was really trying

he let out a soft laugh and reached for my hand

“i guess i’m the one making it a thing…”

he held my hand in his so gently i felt myself melt.

“no. we can’t…”

i sounded small, pathetic, desperate. i clearly didn’t mean a word.

“hmm”

he hummed gently, moving his hand up to brush some loose hair behind my shoulder and trace my neck

“why not?”

i didn’t answer, i just held his gaze. it was so intense i nearly looked away.

i knew i could eventually get him where i wanted him…but.. i didn’t think it'd be this easy.

i shivered at his touch and something flickered in his eyes

“you look as beautiful as ever. i like this dress on you..”

he sounded starving now.

“it’s new”

i squeaked.

“mm very pretty, doll”

i let a whimper escape my lips at the nickname and he grinned

“come here.. let me warm you. it’s so cold out here…”

i stepped closer to him without a second thought. anything he wanted i would do it. anything at all.

he wrapped his arms around me and i couldn’t contain myself anymore.

i tangled my fingers into his hair and pressed my body against his, whimpering in the process.

i needed him bad. primal. animalistic

his hands roamed my body, grabbing and groping every part of me.

my breathing quickened as i melted into his touch.

“please..please”

was all i could manage to moan out.

he was barely touching me but i felt my pussy throb and dampen at every grab and tug from his hands

“you’re so pathetic. it’s adorable”

he cooed into my ear before nibbling it a little

we were still outside leaning against my car, his hand travelling up my dress and teasing the waist band of my panties

“[name]… please..”

i couldn’t control myself around him. he was so warm. so sweet. so perfect.

all of a sudden he pulled away tugging my body towards his car. fast.

i barely had time to register what was going on before i was in the backseat and he was looming over me.

i could see glimpses of him in the moonlight. he looked so disgustingly perverted and hungry for me. i fucking loved it.

“you’re such a fucking tease in this little dress. begging me to come save you, to rescue your pathetic ass…”

he said in breathy whispers as he groped my tits and pinched my nipples through the fabric of my dress

i moaned loudly and squirmed underneath him, feeling his hard cock pressed against my thigh

“i can’t believe you [name]. i can’t believe what you do to me”

he quickly slipped the dress off of me and his mouth was on my naked body in an instant. digging his nails into my waist and leaving sloppy, uncoordinated kisses, over my chest and stomach

“mmm… fuck… [name]… please just use me however you want”

i whimpered pathetically each time he moved his mouth or hands

“oh i will.”

i could barely stay conscious between his hands wrapped around my throat and him rubbing his thick cock against the fabric of my panties

it all felt so good i nearly came just from that alone

he ripped my panties off and shoved his cock into my dripping pussy with one swift motion, i saw stars

i coughed and sputtered from the pressure on my neck as he rammed into my cunt

“oh my god.. fuck.. [name] you feel incredible”

he released his grip on my neck to move a hand down to my aching pussy

he gently rubbed my clit as he pumped in and out of me and i could’ve sworn i saw god.

i whined like a pathetic dog as he violated me in ways i had never experienced from him before.

i knew our past sex was good but holy shit

“[name].. i’m sorry. i’m so sorry”

he apologized profusely as he struck me across the face and rammed into me harder

“you’re just so pathetic, i can’t help myself…”

all i could get out was pathetic whines as i looked up at him with desperation.

i wanted more. i wanted everything he could give me. whatever he wanted to do i would take it and i would love it.

“fuck. fuck. fuck. [name] you’re so tight”

he groaned loudly as he rubbed my clit faster

i clenched around his cock as i felt him release a huge load of hot cum inside my womb

i came at the same time, my pussy spasming on his cock as we both let out animalistic groans and pants, clinging to each other like this would be the last time

it was never the last time.

“oh my god..”

was all he could manage into my ear as he collapsed on top of me

i could feel our heartbeats colliding into one, pounding against both of our chests

i laid there staring up at interior of his car, catching my breath

i had asked him to come rescue me in hopes that maybe he’d feel something for me when he saw me

i asked him to save me because i needed to see him

come to find out…. he felt the exact same way

i smiled to myself as he played with my hair, still laying on top of me and softly breathing into my neck

we hadn’t spoken a word to each other yet but, i knew.

i knew he felt the same way i did

all this time i thought he had moved on

but we were just as desperate and perverted for each other as we had been back then

i really need to kill his stupid girlfriend. then he’ll be mine forever.

so much for “getting better”

i never will as long as he’s breathing. i never wanted to in the first place.

“i love you [name]”

he sighed softly, placing a gentle kiss on my neck

“i love you too”

i will never let my darling go… ever. again.

[jazzband22]

pondering my orb

[sinclairstarz]

the party if they were fucking cool 🔥 i wasnt joking about the modern stranger things au where everythings the same except the party really likes skating thing

[zroqravity]

Jrwi be like or something idk I'm so tired at this point

[ty-the-trainwreck]

robin buckley is the kind of gf to take every opportunity to talk about her partner its true

someone mentions the newspaper? oh! nancy works for the newspaper! did robin mention nancy is robin’s girlfriend?

the color pink? nancy loves the color pink! also nancy is robin’s girlfriend.

books? nancy loves reading books! robin loves reading books with nancy, who is robin’s girlfriend.

she just loves saying “nancy is my girlfriend!”

[shortnsweetgf]

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[orcelito]

I've been following that AITA blog for a bit now and it has me thinking about my own life situations with conflict and drama. A passive "do I have anything I could submit to that blog?" But upon thinking about it, it's like... I really find no value in asking strangers whether I'm "the asshole" in situations. There are situations where I'm clearly not at fault, situations where I was a little shit but it was justified, and at least one situation where I have a definite "Oh yeah, I was definitely the asshole there". All in the past, so it's not like I'd even need advice or anything. I already know, so what's the point?

Maybe it stems from me being a generally self-aware and self-confident kind of person. I know what's going on with myself, know when I've wronged people, & I have a mentality of "well, I'll try to not do that in the future." Even if I feel a little guilty thinking back, what's the point of asking after something when I know I'm at fault? Or situations where things were complicated and both people had fault in things, but I know I wasn't being shitty on purpose & that's what matters to me. Ultimately, it results in a bunch of strangers drawing conclusions about things I really don't care about outside input on.

Still love reading the blog tho. There's something about reading up on random people's life drama that satisfies that gossipmonger soul in me So well.

[girlwinner]

lifeblogging begins....girl asked me out today AND i don't knowhow to tell her no 😭

[ravioliwings]

nothing has made me want to quit my job more than happiness outside of it

[robocops-a-christ-allegory]

I understand why other aro and/or ace people are uninterested in romance or sex in fiction but being aromantic myself I think its part of why Im so into romance. I just think its sweet!!! I dont really get it but its sweet!!!

[silhouettecrow]

365 Days of Writing Prompts: Day 274

Adjective: Deceptive

Noun: Spiral

Definitions for those who need/want them:

Deceptive: giving an appearance or impression different from the true one, or misleading

Spiral: a spiral curve, shape, or pattern; a spiral spring; (astronomy) short for spiral galaxy; a progressive rise or fall of prices, wages, etc., each responding to an upward or downward stimulus provided by a previous one; a process of deterioration through the continuous increase or decrease of a specified feature; (American football) a pass or kick that moves smoothly through the air while spinning on its long axis

[caffeinatedopossum]

I get so incredibly triggered everytime I break something

[horrorwebs]

in thinking a lot about someone im thinking a lot about someone oh god no dont do this again youre gonna ruin it im thinking a lot about someone

[virtualdoggostuff]

Hi

[thepandalion]

pro tip: if you feel something is wrong and someone else says its probably nothing and then it isn't nothing, you're justified in feeling incredibly smug