#tom ryder loverboy era

[dare-writes]

Messy Kissing

Tom has a photoshoot idea.

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tom ryder x female reader

genre: fluff, nsfw implication (paragraph starts with The photoshoot went great until Tom decided a ‘Lunch Break’ was necessary.)

WC: 2.0k

sexual content warnings: referenced m!receiving oral

warnings: reader gets hate from Tom's fans (mentioned), kissing, publicly... Tom is your #1 fan, Reader is a Tom Tamer!, reader fixed him????, established relationship, Tom loves love, and Tom hates haters, Tom is lowkey just always hot and bothered over you

Inspired by my ‘Tom Ryder, who got that as an approved photoshoot concept but only allowed you to kiss him. (He got you to do a few down his abs (alternating sides because “isn’t that cool?!”)and one kiss mark just at the waistband of the pants/boxers he wore)’

im so back (im exhausted this was meant to be done weeks ago im sorry chat)

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If there were some things everyone should know about Tom, it would be 1) He loves you, 2) No, he doesn’t plan to leave, and 3) He is a chronic social media scroller. If he’s between roles, he’s lounging in his Beverly Hills house in The Flats, either tanning or rotting while scrolling through various secret social media accounts he had.

More often than not, he saw comments about you. Most were cute, some were funny, and few were rancid. It made Tom coil in irritation. Managing to find a lover outside of the film industry was the greatest thing to happen to him. Hell, a lover outside the industry got him sober, makes him happy, and most importantly to him? She supports him endlessly but keeps him humble.

The first time you visited the set, Tom insulted a crew member, and you were immediately on his tail. 

“Tom, did you insult her for getting a coffee order wrong? She’s not even your PA.”

“No, Tom, that isn’t okay! She’s a part of sound, not everyone who works for you.”

“You didn’t just say that—Thomas Ryder! You’re going to drive me insane! Working with you, they work with you! Not for you!” 

It took a few months of those conversations to get Tom to listen. Of course, he still has his moments. Thankfully, he’s gotten better. It’s like Tom entirely forgot about the little devil he always listened to on his shoulder, preferring the little angel holding his hand.

Tom hated seeing distasteful comments about you, so he often mass-reported them. Sometimes, he would get reported for his… distasteful response to nasty comments, but no one hurts his angel!

Your social media was rarely used, especially since it was a private account. It wasn’t hard to avoid hateful comments if you weren't active on the apps. Twitter was never somewhere you chose to be because of hurtful language.

Tom noticed that all your social media apps were offloaded on your phone while cuddling against your chest one day. You never knew Tom to be so observant. He knew your cafe/Starbucks orders and your go-to food places, but you would never expect the guy with his walls covered in sticky notes to notice something as small as this. That's when he began planning his next shoot with a creative director he worked closely with at the beginning of his career.

Months before Valentine’s Day, he was scheduled for a themed shoot. The company worked closely with Tom to make the concept, and Tom made it for them when he heard the ideal release would be just before February 14th. 

The studio wanted sexy. Tom wanted dedication to you. So they compromised. 

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“Tom, I never come to your shoots, ‘sides I have the quarterly report coming up soon.”

“I know, baby, but please! I need your support!” Tom said, tugging you along into the studio. “Besides, you’re going out tonight with Lucky, Malina, and Gina?” 

You furrowed your eyebrows and stopped following him. His arm tried to tug you further, but you didn’t relent. He sighed and stood before you, waiting for the elevator. “Yeah, but that’s at like 7? It’s 8 in the morning, Tom.” 

Tom pouted and grabbed your other hand, “They can do your makeup; I’ll work my T.Ryder Magic! Please, baby, I want you to be there.”

“Really?” You asked skeptically. He loved your cinched eyebrows when you questioned him, even if it was slightly in doubt.

“Really,” Tom nodded. You sighed as the elevator dinged its presence. “Fine.”

Tom childishly pumped his fist and pulled you into a kiss, murmuring against you. “Good.”

It was a protracted fiasco, pulling you into costumes and makeup. The costumes weren’t bad, and Tom tried everything on while you watched. He was like a puppy, waiting for your approval for each outfit. And approval he got, each mostly dark in concept. Most also wore open shirts and praised his toned body one way or another. He tried them all on before getting pinned up for sizing to tailor. 

Soon enough, Tom was dragging you off to a new room. A few colorful backdrops, a bustling assistant, the photographer, and the digital technician were testing the camera and monitor, and a creative director was waving Tom over. 

“Stay here,” Tom mumbled before kissing your forehead. He took off his clothes, hair, and makeup, which were splendid. The director nodded at his appearance, approving his more straightforward outfits.

During the photo shoot, his clothing slowly shed, and you paid no mind. He had done plenty of scenes and photo shoots that were considered more risqué than this. As much as Tom loves his acting, he personally hates romance-related scenes. He wanted thrill and action, not slow, passionate romances. He got enough with you and was more than satisfied with you. 

White flashes have become customary to you; you are slightly used to them now. Despite that, Tom doesn’t ever want flash photography while down red carpets or any other flashy event. He tries to be considerate, even if he doesn’t seem like it. (Yes, there are instances of Tom yelling at the paparazzi for their overly white blinding flashes. It was a viral ‘issue’ that he spoke against .) 

Amid the white, a makeup artist rounded to your side. At some point, the creative director joined the MUA and, and various swatches of reds and pinks littered your now chapped lips. The occasional swipe of a random lip hydrates while they attack your drying lips with new lip colors.

Tom’s smile towards you was unknown to you; he liked watching the pampering and the unusual expression on your face. It was dumb early in the morning, your confused tilt and breathy sighs between new swipes of lip colors on you. Tom rarely got to see you dazed and confused, only getting that look from you after a very blazing night of messy kisses, heated whispers, and arousal swirling in the air. Tom would avoid looking at you as often as possible. He did his best only because he refused to get a stiffy in the middle of the photoshoot.

Lilian, the makeup artist, finally settled. After hundreds of lip swatches, thin papers are applied to the lips to create prints for kiss marks. 

Tom wandered over finally, barely in anything now. His low-rise jeans and the elastic band of his briefs peaked out. His overly defined pelvic bones pointed directly where his privates were. A pretty dark red painted across your lips. He looked back at the creative director for a moment, who nodded. 

Before you could look up at him, he leaned down to your lips and kissed you chastely. Instinctively, you leaned into the kiss. Then he moved his face to make you connect your lips to his right cheekbone. You audibly gasped when he pulled away, a well-placed dark kiss spot left on his cheekbone. 

“Tom!” 

“It’s fine,” he said, waving his hands. You tried to stand and reach his cheek to smear the red away, but he stopped—a simple soft hold on your wrist before he kissed it softly. 

“It’s a part of the shoot.”

His response fell on deaf ears. “Tom, we have to get your makeup redone-“ 

Lilian handed you a paper. The small Ariel print in the corner told you everything you needed. 

TRYDER_VDAY25_CONCEPT_SHOOT

Photoshopped kiss marks on Tom’s pre-shoot from a couple of weeks ago. He is in the same clothing from the initial fitting, dark red kiss marks littering his cheek, neck, and chest, and a few scandalous ones you can see peeking from beneath the waistband (it was half erased on the image to give that look).

The photo shoot was a whirlwind to begin with. Now, it was just making your head spin. You sighed in relief, the paper falling to your side with your other hand no longer scrunching your hair messily. The hairstylist groaned quietly in the corner underneath Tom’s coming sentence.

“Happy Valentine’s Day?” Tom questioned with a cocky smile. 

“That’s over a month away.”

“I know! But it was a surprise! For you! And between you and me?” Tom leaned in, kissing your temple softly before wrapping an arm around you. “I wanted to rub it in people's faces, and I’ve got a wonderful partner who loves me at all times.” 

Your lips unknowingly pouted as you looked up to meet his eyes. He winked back and pressed another kiss to your temple. “I love you.”

 “I love you too,” Tom said against your skin. 

“Shall we get started again?” The director asked. Tom looked back at him with a nod. “Ready.”

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The photoshoot went great until Tom decided a ‘Lunch Break’ was necessary. He even bought a ton of food to get you stolen away to his private room for the time being. There wasn’t a lot of eating to be done, but a dark red lip stain around the base of his cock and your slightly tearful eyes said enough. 

He returned all the favor, saying he would do the same to you if he had lipstick ready. You said absolutely not. 

When the photos were released, people obviously had mixed reactions. Most people speculated they were edited. Plenty of people assumed it was just a Valentine’s Day thing. His haters were not pleased to see you in the interview behind-the-scenes videos. 

A steady camera recorded you smiling and talking with a creative director. The male director even leaned in to kiss Tom’s neck a few times to decide where it would look good on him. 

There are a few other clips of just Tom and a strangely weird close-up of you and Tom. It cut right to you just applying lipstick, your finger holding down on the next target spot to kiss. Following was of you leaning to kiss his collarbone. 

It was easy to understand why it was put in. Tom leaned down to kiss your head while you kissed his collarbone. 

Another was of Tom winking at the camera while you kissed down every opposite ab, left down right, right down left. “Isn’t that cool?” Tom said, pointing down at his girlfriend kissing his stomach. 

With a click of your tongue, you stood up. With a glare lacking real hatred, you walked beside the creative director. Watching Tom pose for the next few minutes was hypnotizing.

Tom, in his element, was never disappointing, and honestly, his attitude was deserved at the beginning of his career before it inflated his big head. If you weren't working your office job, you would find a way to watch Tom work, whether it was interviews, filming movies, or just these photoshoots. Part of you wished you were apart of this world instead of the stuffy business world you got stuck into.

Watching the video with Tom was even funnier, until the worst clip came to your disbelief.

Tom laughed maniacally as the director pointed you two into the shame corner. There was a single curtain and a full-length mirror for Tom to check his appearance. The camera zoomed in on you with your face hidden in your hand, and Tom dragged you in with a smile. 

The worst clip of all was when the creative director said you and Tom had to do the kiss stains beneath his waistband. It took about 10 minutes to find the right angle so that the kiss was visible. After those 10 minutes, Tom was finally pulling his briefs and jeans back up. 

The entire fiasco of planning a photo shoot to make haters revel in his love was worth it. Tom didn't care too much about the toxic people filling his DM requests; they weren't worth the time he could spend on you.

He was more than delighted to post you daily rather than scroll through comments from those who groveled over him.

It was even better to have Tom post a picture of you and him with a sloppy mess of dark red lipstick at midnight for Valentine’s Day that year after the photos were released. The outfits you two wore were the same as in the behind-the-scenes video.

At exactly 11:58 on February 14th, 2025, before the night ended, Tom posted another three stories about you. One is you guys on a real Valentine’s Day date from that day. You dolled up across the table from him, sporting the same dark-colored lipstick from that photoshoot.

Another was of you and him, red lipstick smeared across each of your lips again to mirror the original picture from the photo shoot.

Tom also had to make the caption Happy Messy Kissing Day, everyone!