#tom hanniger x yn

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A Big Mistake | Tom Hanniger x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ :0 I finally got around to watching My Bloody Valentine (the 2009 one) and I noticed that you write for Tom! Would you be willing to write something with 20. “Uhm, just a by the way, but everyone knows about us now” with him please? ❞

: ̗̀➛ You and Tom live a happy, quiet, life in the comforting shadow of secrecy, and away from the bigotry of Harmony and its people, until one silly mistake completely crumbles it to pieces.

trigger warnings: ̗̀➛ swearing, mentions of hallucinations, mentions of gaslighting & planting false memories, heavily implied saneism

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spotlight fundraiser : ̗̀➛ Support Muhammad's Surgery & Children Amir and Malak

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It had been years since the incident, and although you knew that Tom was innocent, it was difficult for him to get past it; his mental health had suffered tremendously, and he blamed himself for believing the false memories that Axel had planted in his head.

But he was doing better, now, and he lived quite comfortably with you; the fact that you had animals helped, as he found a sort of solace and peace when he was helping you with feeding, cleaning, health checks, and everything else. He found them to help massively when he was hallucinating, as he could turn to them and see if they were reacting or not, and it helped him keep his calm.

Granted, he still had his bad days, but he was comfortable enough to at least tell you as such. Usually bad days meant spending the entire time in bed watching old films, but you enjoyed it as much as he did.

He did appreciate it, though. The fact that he could actually be honest about what was going on inside his head and not needing to worry about how you would look at him; all of his old friends would have run a mile and called him some truly horrendous things. But not you. You just asked how you could support him, and made sure to make the adjustments.

But nobody outside of the two of you and his psychiatrist actually knew about the relationship; you both wanted to keep it a secret, as neither you nor him wanted to know what the people of Harmony would say about it. The whispers, the comments about his mental health, the awful thing that had happened so long ago.

It was easy to blame the man who had been gaslit and had false memories planted in his head, than it was to accept that their old sheriff was a corrupt, violent, and evil person. It was easy to blame the mentally ill man and point a finger at him, than to admit that mental health did not factor into violent acts.

But that was nothing to worry about right now.

You watched as Tom sat on the floor, careful in his execution as he mixed in bits of calcium dust with vegetables for the invertebrates as one of the snakes sat across his shoulders; a smile on your face as you dared to take your phone out, snapping a quick picture.

At the sound of the shutter, he looked over at you, and dared to smile. "You're takin' pictures of me again? Seriously?"

You shrugged, sitting opposite him. "Can you blame me when you look like that?"

A bit of blush coated his features as he ran a hand through his short brown hair. "Wait there."

You did as he said; he put the snake back into its tank, and put the various foods into the invertebrate tanks before coming back. He gently took your hand in his own, leading you to the bed so that he could sit down and pull you onto his lap; carefully, he grabbed your phone and pulled up the camera. Pointing it at the mirror opposite as he pressed a kiss to your neck and quickly pressed the shutter button.

You grinned, not thinking anything would happen as you tossed the phone onto the bed beside you and turned around to face him; slowly and softly kissing him for a moment, you both smiled into it as he laid one hand on your jaw and the other at the back of your neck. You grabbed his shirt, balling it in your hands in a desperate attempt to keep him close.

Tom dared to let his hand run down to your back, pulling you down with him as he leaned back; you instinctively put your hand out, swiping the phone and not realising.

You laughed softly, pulling away from him and reaching for the phone at last so you could set it on the bedside table; Tom watched as your smile faded, and your eyes widened slightly.

"Baby?" He whispered. "What's wrong?"

"Bollocks," you breathed out, resting a hand on your forehead. "Uhm, just a by the way, but everyone knows about us now... or at least they will soon enough."

He furrowed his brows as he tilted his head. "What do you mean?"

You showed him the phone. "I must have fucking hit share when you pulled me down... fuck!"

"Don't worry," he told you gently. "It'll be fine."

You shook your head, tossing the phone away in frustration. "Tom. Be fucking serious. You know what people in Harmony are like, you know what they think of you, and-"

Tom could tell you were worrying about him more than yourself, and gently tugged at your shirt collar to distract you. "Listen to me, would you? It'll be fine. I mean, fuck, instead of going to Harmony for our food, we can just go to the town on the other side."

You frowned. "I am so sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"I know," he reassured gently. "I know, it's fine. It's an accident."

"I'll delete it, I'll-"

"Don't." He murmured. "C'mon, we've been a secret for, what? Three years now? I'm sure it won't be as bad as you think."

"I'll call Patricia, she'll-"

"Do nothing," he insisted. "Just... focus on me, alright?"

It made him want to laugh, the amount of times you had said that to him and now he was repeating it back like it was nothing; he grinned to himself as he cleared his throat.

"You're right," you relented at last. "I mean, what's the worst that could happen? Axel's gone, and, and if push comes to shove, I can always take a few bruises for you anyway if anyone gets a bit chopsy... right?"

"You wouldn't-"

"If I had to, I would," you insisted. "You're more than worth it... most of the time."

Tom tilted his head to the side as he lifted a brow. "Most?"

"Well, I can't say I'm keen on you when you fucking steal off of my plate," you pointed out with a soft laugh. "Can I?"

[mlmxreader]

Missionary Man | Tom Hanniger x m!reader (18+)

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requested by anonymous

↳ ❝ I'd love to request prompt 121 for either Dean Winchester or Tom Hanniger (either works but Tom is way less loved in fic) I'd love it to be written in a sexy way doesn't have to be NSFW (can totally be a fade to black if you want) cause i don't wanna have you write something you don't wanna write. But it just being in a sexy way is good enough! Bottom/submissive reader if possible"❞

: ̗̀➛ Tom makes a dozen promises to you when you go to his hometown with him, and he makes good on every single one.

trigger warnings: ̗̀➛ oral anal sex, anal sex, anal fingering, dom/sub, praise kink

: ̗̀➛ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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spotlight fundraiser : ̗̀➛ Help Souhib's Family Flee Gaza's War

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Staying at a shitty little motel in the middle of your boyfriend’s hometown wasn’t exactly how you wanted to spend Valentine’s Day, but you made the most of it; the television had some good porn channels, and when Tom wasn’t around, you could easily take care of certain things yourself.

You kept thinking about it, though, all the dirty little promises that he had made to you after he was done parading you around to everyone he had known before he had left; telling everyone how proud of you he was when it came to your job, your accomplishments, your achievements, how smart you were and how proud he was just to be your boyfriend.

But fuck, those dirty promises kept running through your head, and you found it difficult to focus on much more; you kept having to bite the pillow every time you touched yourself, worried that another guest would be able to hear thanks to the fucking ridiculously thin walls.

It was night when Tom came back, kicking off his boots and all but pouncing between your legs as he grinned and kissed you harshly; you tugged at his hair as you tried to keep him close, your legs around his waist as you welcomed him on top of you.

He planted his forearms either side of your head, and hummed softly under his breath as he bucked his hips against you.

“Sorry I’m late,” he whispered against your lips. “Sorry I ruined our plans.”

You shook your head, gently cupping his face and kissing him softly. “It’s fine, honestly. You’re here, now, and that’s all I care about.”

Tom tilted his head to the side, bright green eyes flashing with something slightly more dark, something slightly more exciting as he smiled. “Yeah?”

You nodded, pressing another small kiss to his mouth. “Yeah… besides, you have all night to make good on your promises.”

He grinned, swiping his tongue along his bottom lip as he ground down against you again; he could feel how hard you were, and it made him groan softly as he felt all his blood run south. “I’m all yours, now, my love.”

Your breath hitched as you pulled him closer, a soft whimper coming from the back of your throat as you felt his cock harden against you. “Oh, fuck…”

“Walls are pretty thin here, though,” he admitted, regret laced in his voice. “I’m gonna have to cover you.”

You nodded in agreement, and brought his hand to your mouth as you grinned against the calloused skin. “Do you think this would work?”

Tom shook his head, and moved his hand down to gently snap at the waistband of your boxers. “I think we’ll need these, too.”

The thought made you shudder as you eagerly nodded, and chased another kiss. “Please.”

Quickly, he undressed himself, and watched as you slowly stripped yourself of your clothes; he caught your boxers when you threw them at him, and grinned before balling them up and stuffing them into your mouth.

He took them out again, and forced them into your hand before he bent you over the side of the bed.

“I’m gonna use my tongue,” he said softly, using his hands to pull apart your ass cheeks. “That okay?”

You moaned loudly, and nodded. “Yes! Please, Tom! Fuck!”

He grinned, and waited for you to secure the boxers in your mouth before he licked a long, wet stripe between your cheeks; you gasped, pushing back against him and rutting your hips against the bed.

He lapped at the outside of your hole so eagerly, quick and long stripes of saliva slowly beginning to drip down before he gently pushed his tongue into you; he coiled and curled it and rolled it, getting you all worked up and wet with his drool, letting you push back against his face before he finally pulled away and gave your ass a gentle tap. 

He grabbed the lube from under the bed, and slicked up his fingers before putting a generous amount on your hole; he waited for you to remove the boxers before he spoke.

“I’m gonna use my fingers, now,” he told you calmly. “That okay?”

You nodded again, completely submitting to him as you gasped out loudly; he smacked your ass, prompting you to use actual words before you managed to speak through the desperation. “Please! Fuck! Please, Tom!”

He praised you softly, and bent over you as he pistoned two of his fingers in and out of you; wet squelches mixing with your moans as his saliva and the lube mixed and dripped out of you on occasion.

You pushed back against him, moaning around the boxers loudly and getting them wet with drool and hot breaths; Tom kept going, curling and scissoring two fingers into you before he added a third and got you nice and stretched for him.

Needing to know that you were more than prepared for him to fuck you the way that he had promised he would; you couldn’t wait for him to make good on his dirty little promises, all of them flooding through your head and only spurring you on as you bucked your hips and humped the edge of the bed.

Your eyes closed tightly as you tried to hold it all in, and when Tom pulled away, you could only moan and whimper at the sudden loss of contact. 

He moved to kneel in front of you, and helped you up onto the bed before he laid you down beneath him and used a pillow to prop you up so he could access your ass easily; he planted his hands either side of your head, and looked at you with those big, bright, green eyes as he raised his brows slightly, taking your boxers out of your mouth and setting them aside.

“You okay?” He asked softly, leaning into the touch when you put your hand on his face gently. “I’m not pushin’ you too far, am I?”

You shook your head, daring to kiss him softly. “Just the right amount.”

Tom relaxed slightly, and nodded as he got himself lined up with you. “You still want this?”

You nodded, and licked your lips as you rolled your hips and gently teased your cock. “Please, Tom. Please. I’ll even beg if you want me to.”

He thought about it for a moment, and genuinely considered saying yes, but he could see how desperate you already were, and how fucking easy it would be for him to make you cum.

He swallowed thickly at the thought, and eased his cock into your ass, freezing up and staring down at you with lust blown eyes as he gave you time to pulse and clench around him, getting used to his size.

“You okay?” He asked softly, and when you nodded, he growled softly. “Words. Use ‘em.”

You whimpered, bucking your hips slightly. “Please, Tom. Fuck me!”

Tom started to roll his hips, letting you pull your legs up and rest them on his lower back; you tried to pull him closer, wanting to feel his cock fill and stuff your ass until you couldn’t actually take any more of it.

You needed him to make your ass hole gape and clench and feel completely ruined; you wanted nothing but for him to cum inside you and to fill you as much as possible.

Tom picked up the pace, drilling into you and fucking into you until your body was moving with each thrust and you were clawing at his bicep desperately as you tried to gain as much friction as possible; his cock was stretching you out so well, the slight pain soon washing away and being forgotten about the very moment that he started to ram his cock into you, bullying you with harsh strokes that made your eyes roll. 

He was in complete control of you, and you were submitting so eagerly that you had forgotten to put the boxers in your mouth, and when you moaned loudly, Tom froze for just a second; he couldn’t be bothered to grab the boxers, and instead, put his hand over your mouth.

“I’m gonna keep my hand against your mouth so you’ll be quiet, alright?” He asked lowly, and you murmured your consent before he continued to barge into your ass, his hand covering your moans so nicely.

You could hardly keep going, panting and moaning heavily as your entire body started to shake; your legs almost fell from his back and you almost squirmed off of the pillows as you bucked and jerked wildly, able to feel your release coming a lot sooner than expected.

Tom knew, he could see the telltale signs so fucking easily as he stared down at you with a grin. “You wanna cum?”

You begged for him to allow you to cum, and when he gave you permission, the gates just fucking opened; you froze up for a moment, clenching and clamping down around him as your ass squelched lewdly.

You could feel yourself pulse, and felt your cum land on your chest with a spurt before Tom ever so sweetly talked you through you; he was growing close himself, and only when he knew that you had ridden out your release did he pause, and tilt his head to the side.

“I’m gonna cum in you,” he told you breathlessly. “I’m gonna cum in that pretty little ass.”

You begged him to fill you and stuff you and breed you, and when you felt the familiar warmth, it was soon followed by harsh, battering, bullying, thrusts until Tom was completely spent and had no choice but to pull out and sigh as he gently kissed you.

“You did so well,” he praised gently. “Took my cock so good.”

You let out a breathless sigh, and relaxed as you snuggled into his side for a moment. “We should probably shower…”

“Or,” he traced his hand down your chest towards your waist. “I could reward you for being so fucking good for me.”