#tom's apology: are you over it yet?
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Hi :-) can I ask 7, 19, 22, and 29 (or if thatâs too many, then whichever is most interesting to you!)
Ship Ask Game (answering for The Travelling Cabinet universe Taco).
Thank you for your ask! I'll answer 7, 22 and 29 for this one.
7. Who is the more romantic one?
Draco is by far the more classically romantic person. He loves the idea that he fell in love with the first person he met in the 40s (just... doesn't love the reality that it was literally Voldemort), and he adores the thought of being both the giver and receiver of grand acts of romance. His problem is that he knows Tom would find such gestures stupid, wasteful and suspicious.
Part of maturing for Draco is recontextualising what 'romance' is beyond the saucy novels he pinched off his ex-girlfriend as a fifteen-year-old. Once he realises that someone committing a massacre for you is, in fact, a grand act of romance, and that stealing significant artefacts for your significant other is their idea of peak romance, he'll be a lot more satisfied đ. And once Tom realises Draco wants flowers pinched from the Hogwarts greenhouses, there will be no unhappiness in their relationship on that front.
22. How do they apologize after arguments?
Both of them are terrible at apologising. Which is good, in a strange way, as in that regard there's no imbalance.
Tom doesn't tend to take Draco's tantrums seriously because drama occurs with him on a daily basis. If the upset continues for more than a day or two, then he'll actually start trying to solve the problem. If the problem is unsolvableâlike, 'i'm upset that you're not upset that a theoretical future version of you did X'âthen he draws a blank. Mostly he waits till Draco forgets he's angry. Draco is the quick-to-boil, quick-to-cool type of kettle. He likes to give the silent treatment but can never maintain it for very long because he enjoys the sound of his own voice too much.
I've been trying to think of a scenario in this universe where Tom would expect an apology, but none have sprung to mind. He's got a high tolerance for Draco's brand of annoying, having spent seven years with spoilt, stuck-up purebloods for housemates, and besides that, I don't see Tom putting much stock in apologies. Actions over words.
29. What is something they can never agree on? How do they meet in the middle?
So, there's the obvious oneâthe just and humane way of disposing of Muggles. Tom's views are utterly unaltered, no matter how much other growth he might have done over the course of the fic. Draco, having gained perspective and maturity from 1) seeing Muggles tortured to death at the Manor, and 2) actually meeting and talking to them through his adventures in the 40s, is less keen on the 'slaughter them all' strategy. However, he has zero chance of ever convincing Tom, because Tom (rightfully) believes Draco knows nothing about Muggles compared to him.
Now, moving on from homicide to a very mundane couple problemâI think they'd have irreconcilable differences in their attitudes toward managing finances. Tom has the penny-pinching financial anxiety of a poverty-stricken Great Depression orphan, Draco has the carefree spending habits and inability to budget of any filthy rich pureblood. Once Draco finishes his traineeship, probably the healthiest way forward for them is a joint account for expenses and separate savings accounts đ¤Ł
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absolutely live for ur roommate!james could you maybe write one on him meeting some of readers friends for the first time or calling james to pick u up after a girls night đwould love to see him finally feel âincludedâ in our life like we are in his
Thank you for requesting lovely!
cw: alcohol
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James is so absorbed in the football match on his phone that when thereâs a tap on the window next to his face, he jolts halfway across the center console and squeaks like heâs twelve years old again.Â
Youâre beaming outside the car. Your shoulders shake with quiet, un-self-conscious laughter, so itâs impossible for James to be any kind of upset. Still, he makes a show of huffing a little as his own smile spreads. He reaches over and opens his door.Â
âSorry,â you say. You donât look it, so he lets you off the hook for your over-apologizing.Â
âWho do you think would drive you home if I had a heart attack?â James asks. Heâs somewhat breathless, either because of the scare or the easier-than-usual grin still fixed on your face.Â
You lean against the side of his car and roll your eyes. âOh, your heartâs too healthy to be in danger of attacks.âÂ
âWhat are you doing on this side of the car? Youâre the passenger, you know.â
âOkay, listen.â You give him a very intentional look. Itâs more eye contact than heâs used to from you, and it makes his guts go all twisty in a surprisingly nice way. âItâs completely up to you, of course, but I think Iâm about to make you an offer you canât refuse.âÂ
It clicks into place. âYouâre drunk.âÂ
âNot very.â Your grin is a short fall from impish. Your eyes sparkle. God help him. âBut youâre about to be.âÂ
James feels his eyebrows float up. âHow do you figure?âÂ
âBecause Iâve come to collect you. If you want.âÂ
âTo collect meâŚwhere?â
âInside,â you say, as though this should be obvious. You tip your head towards the restaurant. âWeâve just closed, and we have so much wine. Pleasepleaseplease, James, come in.âÂ
âOkay.â Heâs letting you tug him from his car before he knows what heâs agreed to, only that one please will always be enough to get whatever you want from him. âAlright, love, but doesnât your manager mind that youâre drinking their wine?âÂ
You let loose a bark of laughter, loud and sharp and totally unlike you. âTom? Yeah, right.âÂ
Tom, James learns quickly upon entering the rowdy atmosphere of your workplace after hours, is younger than the both of you, hardly old enough to serve alcohol and yet managing the restaurant. And the wine isnât stolen, necessarily, but the fortunate leavings of a wealthy customer who bought more bottles than his table could handle and then left nearly all of them.Â
Everyone whoâd been on the night shift is strewn about the empty restaurant. Servers and busboys and dishwashers all perched on stools, standing behind the bar, sitting criss-cross-applesauce on tables. You take James by the hand, first reclaiming the bottle of wine youâd evidently stored behind the hostâs station and then leading him around the room to introduce him to various coworkers. His hand feels warm and tingly. You have an easy repartee and a million in-jokes with the servers, but even the kitchen staff seems to adore you. As they rightly should, James thinks. Itâs obvious youâre as kind and considerate here as you are at home, and he feels a bit silly for not having been able to picture you in this place so clearly before now.Â
Art is working with you again tonight. Itâs embarrassing, the warm wave of relief that James feels when he notices you donât pay him any extra attention. He makes a mental note to extend his offer of a ride home more often. Every time your hand starts to slip from Jamesâ, you readjust your grip before he can even think of doing it himself. Suits him just fine; ever since your mugging incident, suddenly James is in this weird place where he always wants a hand on you.
You say his name, and then the lip of a bottle is being pushed against his lips.Â
âYou havenât had hardly any.â You look like youâre trying to pout, but your eyes are smiling.Â
James takes the bottle from you. He looks you in the eyes as he takes a sip as if to say, Happy? Itâs barely enough to warm his throat. âI am still driving us home, you know.â Â
The pout is getting better. âI know, but Iâm trying to be fun for you. You donât have to drive us if you donât want to! Youâre always the one doing the nice things.âÂ
âOh, donât.â His tone is fonder than he means for it to be, but luckily youâre too tipsy to mind. âYouâre plenty fun. You do nice things for me all the time.âÂ
âYeah, but not enough to balance out.â You make your eyes big and pitiful. James feels fortunate this isnât a skill you seem inclined to utilize sober. âObviously you donât have to if you donât want to, butâJamie, donât hold back because of me, please.âÂ
His stomach does an impressive flip. He doesnât think you realize youâve called him that, doubts youâd have done it under normal circumstances, but his nervous system cares not for rationalizations. He wants desperately to hear you say it again.Â
You beam as James lifts the bottle to his lips again, taking a few hearty gulps. You both end up walking home that night, but you wake even before James to go retrieve his car in the morning.
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ă ⌠How Would The Slytherin boys React After you tell them youâre pregnant:⌠ă
[Mattheo Riddle-Theodore Nott-Lorenzo Berkshire-Draco Malfy-Tom Riddle-Regulus Black]
â˘Mattheo Riddle
1.Silence: You blurt out the news, a nervous flutter in your chest. Mattheo stares at you, processing the information. Don't panic! This is his initial shock absorbing mode.
2. More Silence: You try again. Still, silence. Don't take it personally; his mind is racing a million miles a minute.
3. The Disappearance Act: By evening, Mattheo might be MIA. Don't fret! This is probably him needing some space to grapple with the news. (Don't chase him to Knockturn Alley, though.)
4. Awkward Return: When he finally returns, you launch into a "what-are-we-going-to-do" speech. But wait! He cuts you off...
5. "Hey, it's okayâ : Mattheo might surprise you with a calm demeanor. This doesn't mean he isn't nervous, but he's trying to reassure you (and maybe himself).
6. "I want it too." : Prepare for a confession! Mattheo, the king of nonchalance, might admit he wants this, with you. This might be followed by an apology for his earlier silence."Sorry, I was just shocked earlier. Shouldn't have reacted that way."
7. Confusion Reigns: "You're not mad?" you finally manage to ask, a sliver of doubt lingering.He might confess he's clueless about the whole "No," he says, a sheepish grin tugging at his lips. "It's just... I never thought about this stuff. Family, kids, the whole shebang. But if I'm gonna do it, I want it to be with you."Â Â _Cue the tiny butterflies in your stomach._
8. "But with you.":He might clarify that while the whole baby thing is new, having it with you? That's something he can do.
9. Protectiveness Unleashed: Expect a shift in Mattheo. He might become fiercely protective of you and the little one on the way. (Just don't tell him it's "nesting" if he starts building a barricade around your house.),Mattheo will hover over you, insisting you take prenatal vitamins and threatening to glare down any stranger who bumps into you. It's annoyingly sweet.
10.The (Slight) Freak Out (Because It's Mattheo): Don't get too comfortable yet. There will be moments of panic. Mattheo might blurt out something about not knowing the first thing about raising a kid, or how motorbikes suddenly seem like a terrible idea. Just remind him that you're in this together, crazy as it may be.
â˘Theodore Nott
1. Reality Check?: Theo might blurt out, "Are you sure?" It's not doubt about your love, but the sheer unexpectedness of it all. Breathe, and calmly confirm with that positive blood test result.
2. Freak-Out Time: Picture a cartoon character with smoke billowing from their ears. That might be Theo, internally freaking out. Don't worry, it's normal (though maybe not that dramatic).
3. Parental Apocalypse?:Â "Your dad will kill me!" Theo might shriek, envisioning a future father-in-law wielding a shotgun.
4. Waterworks Warning: Tears might well up in your eyes, a mix of emotions swirling. He will put everything beside and try to comfort you.
5. Protective Streak: Expect a dramatic shift. Theo, the notorious rule-breaker, might turn into a fierce protector, ready to shield you from any and all perceived threats.
6. Reassurance Renaissance: He'll rush to your side, muttering reassurances like "Hey, I'm here" and "I'll be here every step of the way." "I might be freaking out internally, but I'm not going anywhere."
7. "We" is the New Word: The "me" might temporarily disappear, replaced by a constant "we." He might start talking about "our baby" and "what we need to do.".
8. Fear is a Two-Way Street: Theo might confess he's scared too. Don't be surprised; fatherhood is a big leap for anyone. Reassure him you're in this together.
9. Facing the Future, Together: Theo might not be known for responsibility, but this news could be a turning point. He might surprise you with his determination to navigate this journey with you.
10.A (Slightly Chaotic) New Chapter: Yes, there will be challenges. But with Theo by your side, even the most chaotic moments of pregnancy and parenthood can turn into an unforgettable adventure (well, maybe not all the diaper changes).
â˘Lorenzo Berkshire
1. Record Scratch Moment:Â "Excuse me, what?" Lorenzo might look like a record player with a skipped track. Don't worry, the information overload will clear soon.
2. Baby Talk Confusion: He might blurt out, "Pregnant? Like...with a baby, like a real baby ?"
5. The F-Bomb Symphony: Brace yourself for a chorus of "Oh fuck!" Lorenzo might panic a bit, but hey, at least he acknowledges the reality.
6. Apology Avalanche: Prepare for a barrage of "I'm so sorry for putting a baby on you." It's not guilt-tripping, just Lorenzo's awkward way of expressing concern.
7. Decision Time: He might cut through the tension with a simple, "Okay, what do we do?" Don't be fooled by his bluntness; he's ready to face this together. He might surprise you with a genuine, "I want it. Do you?" Expect a hint of nervousness, but mostly a determination to be a part of this.
8. Family Gathering Fiasco: Prepare for a potential meltdown when it comes to telling your families. He might blurt out, "I'm pregnant!" before you can correct him. Just take a deep breath and handle the announcement yourself later.
9. Overprotective Overload: Expect Lorenzo to morph into your personal bubble wrap. Lifting a box? Forget it. Climbing stairs? Hold on, he's got you. You might need to remind him you're not made of glass .
10. Google Goes Dad Mode: One night, you might catch him researching "how to take care of a pregnant woman" , â How to be a good dad â on his phone. Aww, just donât cry you will freak him out again.
â˘Draco Malfy
1. Denial is a River in Egypt:  His first response? "You're lying." Don't panic. This is classic Draco, clinging to disbelief. Prepare to show him the pregnancy test, the blood test⌠anything to pierce his denial bubble.
2."Look Away, Not At It!": He might stubbornly refuse to even glance at the evidence. Don't take it personally; it's his defense mechanism malfunctioning.
3. Accusatory Tirade: Brace yourself for a verbal explosion. He might accuse you of lying, of trapping him, of using his family name. Remember, fear often masquerades as anger in Draco's world.
4. Protection Spells on His Pants?:Â He might insist he used every protection under the sun. Don't get into a magical contraception debate. Just try to explain accidents happen.
5. The Ejector Seat Option: Draco might bluntly tell you to leave. It's a knee-jerk reaction, not a reflection of his true feelings (hopefully!).
6. Standing Your Ground: Here comes the hard part. You tell him you're keeping the baby, with or without him. This might be the first crack in his emotional armor.
7. A Continent Away From Chaos: Fearing his reaction and the uncertainty of it all, you flee to another country. Girl, we feel you! But remember, you're not alone in this.
8. A Connection You Can't Deny: Despite the fear, you feel a powerful bond with the tiny life growing inside you. This little one deserves a chance, and you vow to protect them.
9. The Redemption Knocks: Two months later, a frantic pounding on your door jolts you awake. You open it to find a desperate Draco, his face etched with worry.
10. A Malfoy Regret-Fest: He confesses he searched everywhere for you, regret gnawing at him. When he learns you fled, the dam breaks. He apologizes profusely, begging you to tell him you kept the baby.
A Second Chance, Malfoy Style:
Relief washes over you as you nod, tears welling up. He wipes them away, muttering, "It's still ours. I'm so sorry. I'll never hurt you or our baby again." A genuine plea hangs in his voice.
â Do you still love me?â A shaky nod escapes your lips. He pleads for forgiveness, for a chance to be part of this family he never knew he craved.
This might be the start of a rocky but redemptive journey for both of you. Draco, beneath his icy exterior, might surprise you with his capacity for love and growth. Just remember, keep a communication charm handy â navigating fatherhood with Draco will likely be an⌠interesting adventure.
â˘Tom Riddle
1. The Stoic Facade: Don't be surprised if Tom remains eerily calm. His usual mask of control might slip not an inch, leaving you wondering what's going on behind those eyes.
2. Tears: A flood of emotions might be coursing through you, but Tom? His reaction might be a chilling calmness. This doesn't mean he's unfeeling, just that he processes things differently.
3. Misinterpreting Your Distress: Seeing you cry, Tom might jump to a chilling conclusion. "Is having a baby with me that terrifying?" Here comes the part where you clarify.
4. Guilt by Association: A quick "No, no!" will hopefully ease his worry. But then you blurt out your fear â you're both too young.
5. Age is Irrelevant: Tom operates on a different timeline. Age is just a number, and power? That's the real currency. He might say, "It's not about age, it's about power."
6. Power Trip for Three?: Brace yourself for a Tom Riddle monologue about the immense power your child could possess. He might see it as an extension of his own ambitions, a prodigy groomed for greatness.Don't be afraid to voice your anxieties. When you say, "Tom, I don't want my baby to be part of your plans," he might actually listen.
6. A Promise, Riddle-Style: âI promise you, I will keep them safe. I will keep you safe." But remember, Tom's definition of "safe" might not align with yours. Stay frosty.
7. Your Fears Take Center Stage: Tears welling up again? This might be the moment it dawns on Tom that you're not thrilled about the power angle. He might try to reassure you, but...
8. Promises with a Price: Tom doesn't give anything without expecting something in return. Be prepared for him to outline his expectations for your role in his grand plan.
9. A Tug-of-War for the Future: This is where things get interesting. Do you submit to his vision, or do you fight for a different future for your child? The choice is yours.
10. A Dance with Darkness: Having a child with Tom Riddle is a gamble. He might be a captivating presence, but remember, his path is paved with darkness. Are you willing to walk it with him?
â˘Regulus Black
1. Denial Dance: Regulus might stammer, "No, no," backing away like a cornered cat. This isn't about you; it's pure terror. Don't take it personally.
2. Touch-Starved Panic: You reach for his hand, but he flinches. Give him space for now.
3. The Talk: Regulus might utter the dreaded words, "You need to get rid of it." This comes from a place of fear for the child, not for himself.
4. Mama Bear Mode Activated: Your eyes widen. "No, Reg!" you declare, ready to defend your little bean.And It might be the wake-up call he needs. Witnessing your distress could trigger his protective side.
5. Black Family Fears: Regulus might unload about the Black family legacy, a breeding ground for misery. He fears bringing a child into that darkness."This family⌠it's torture. A child here wouldn't stand a chance." This is Regulus' way of expressing his fear for your child growing up under the Black banner. He might confess his fear of becoming his parents.
6. Us Against the World: You counter with, "It's our baby, Reg. We'll protect him/her." This might be the turning point.
7. Surprise: Regulus, in a rare show of vulnerability, pulls you into a hug. Hold him tight. He needs reassurance as much as you do.
8. Fearful Love: He might apologize, admitting he's scared for you and the baby. Reassure him you're in this together.
9. Escape Plan Hatched: Regulus suggests raising the child away from the Black family's clutches. This might be the most un-Regulus thing ever, and a good sign.
10. Surprise Dad Mode: Fast forward a few months. Regulus, who "didn't want" the baby, is secretly buying tiny clothes and setting up a nursery. And suddenly, bedtime stories and tea parties are in his future.
âDaddy's Little GirlâThe moment he finds out it's a girl, prepare for a meltdown (of the happy kind!).
The magic deepens when your daughter recognizes his voice from within the womb. Witnessing the connection between them, a shared language before she even arrives, will fill your heart.
Late nights spent with Regulus talking softly to his daughter, his voice thick with newfound love, will paint a picture of a future you never dared to dream of. Maybe, just maybe, this family you're creating is exactly what Regulus craved â a love that defies darkness and a happiness he deserves.
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Slytherin boys x reader (kinky shit vol.2)
Warnings: 18+ sexual content, orgasm denial kink (?), not proof read, long lost trashy & horny draft from my wattpad era (a moment of silence for that), cringe, enjoy ?
(not that anyone rlly cares, but i thought Iâd at least pull this out since i havenât posted actual writing in 1,5 weeks, vol.1 in case youâre curious)
Mattheo Riddle:
Mattheo was incredibly skilled with his mouth, knowing just where to flick his tongue and how hard to suck on your clit to make you melt. Shaking and squirming, youâd grab onto his curly hair, and he would hold your thighs over his shoulders and bury his face deep within your sweet cunt. Always licking up every drip coming from your precious cunt and sucking his fingers clean after stretching you out.
Eventually he figured that he could make you even needier by removing himself for a few seconds. In response you would desperately pull his head closer to your cunt and whine him âdonât you dare fucking stop nowâ, but heâd just tease your entrance by slowly licking stripes, so you wouldnât be able to reach your climax.
It was torture, yet you have to admit he made it worth it. âPlease Matty keep goingâ, youâd plea, âplea- please just pleaseeâ, youâd just repeat that as often as you could, but he enjoyed seeing you on edge.
Tom Riddle:
Itâs his favorite form of punishing you for when you act bratty towards him, or when heâs in an angry mood in general, which is quite frequently. His practice of orgasm denial involves painstakingly long teasing until your cunt is all worn out and until you basically canât think properly anymore. All your thoughts just revolve around one thing, riding out your orgasm completely without feeling as if something was being ripped away from you instead. Tom always fucks you first, pulling out just when youâre about to cum. Instead he releases himself all over your thighs, and leaves you to your own devices. The more needy you become, the longer heâll torture you to see your breaking point. He has a dildo his size, which heâll fuck you with, always pulling out just when youâre about to cum. It was an endless circle, even bringing out tears in you because itâs too unbearable and you just desperately want to experience that intensive orgasm. Usually he doesnât let you have it though. Because of that you become unbelievably horny during the next few days, wanting Tom to use you and fuck you in any sort of way, but of course heâd rather watch you squirm and whine under him. âShouldâve thought twice before being a bratâ/âOnly good girls derserve to cumâ/âYou look so pathetic, begging for my cockâ
Theodore Nott:
Instead of the popular silent treatment you gave to Theo sometimes when you were mad, you also enjoyed seeing him all fidgety and out of control. âPlease donât do thisâ, heâd beg, but it would all be in vain. Once you decided to bounce up and down on his swollen cock, he couldnât keep it together anymore. You didnât allow him to grab your tits, nor to cum. Once you rode his cock long enough to get you close, you got off of him and fingered yourself in front of him until you made a mess of the sheets. His cock would just leak precum from watching you get off, but he was gonna try to not disobey you. He wasnât allowed to cum until you gave him explicit permission. After you rode him, he was most likely a swearing mess, desperate to touch his own cock and replicate what you do to him. âThatâs what you get for making me madâ, youâd tell him and heâd apologize about a thousand times. Sometimes, out of pity, you then satisfy him by allowing him to touch himself, but other times he wouldnât be so lucky and had to wait until the next day possibly. âI swear Iâll never do it againâ, he whines or âPlease Iâll do anythingâ
Blaise Zabini:
He knows that you enjoy your orgasms way more when theyâve been delayed because then theyâre just so much more intensive that way. So, when you do it, he obviously wants to make you feel good, even if that means making you feel incredibly bad, even if itâs in a good way, for a moment. His cock was big by all means, it stretched you out perfectly and fit you just right. So after he comes inside you, he makes you cockwarm him instead of pulling out completely. This way heâll watch you struggle to not roll your hips because if you did youâd try to get him to hit your g-spot. Then, all of a sudden, heâd grab your waist, make you straddle him, and control your body movements with his hands on your waist. Blaise will pull down, and thrust into you from under you. You canât help but let out a series of cries because Blaise pounded so deep into you that you were sure youâre insides would never recover. Although heâs lying down, heâs still the one in control, so any pleasure you get is decided by him. âNot yet babeâ/âHold on a little longer okâ As you finally get to have your orgasm, itâs the most intense yet satisfying feeling in the world.
Enzo Berkshire:
Broken was the only word to describe Enzo when he was suffering from not being able to cum due to having a cock ring on. You used it for punishing him sometimes, for unintentionally flirting with other girls, but also just for fun and to spice up your bedroom activities. It vibrated his inflated cock, but also restricted it from shooting out his sweet release. The entire room would be filled with Enzoâs variations of noises, begging and whines. âHow much longerâ, he keeps asking while making filthy sounds and âI canât keep it in anymore pleaseâ heâd always plea. Enzo would also always come close to tears, though he definitely enjoyed the sinful mix of pleasure and pain too. There were also several intensity settings on the useful cock ring and any time heâd swear, you put it higher. He was entirely under your control, and anything he did would result in his cock just suffering longer from the prolonged torture. You watched him squirm in his bed, completely naked, and even humping the bed at times to get some sort of friction, but that never ended well as you would set the vibrations even higher. His cock was so close to coming, yet only measly drops of precum came out. It was truly a sight.
Draco Malfoy:
Combined with public factors, orgasm denial is your favorite way of watching your boyfriend struggle to keep it together. Otherwise everyone would find out what an obedient boy he was for you, totally unlike the usual bad boy persona he puts on. When all your friends hang out around the common room couch, near the fireplace, a blanket always covers you two. Itâs normal, since everyone shares a blanket with either a friend or partner. The twist comes when you slyly slide your hands all the way down to his crotch and rub him through his pyjama pants first. Draco always inhales sharply, knowing heâll have to be on his best behavior. He shifts all the time, trying to secretly hump himself on the palm of your hand, acting like a stupid fuck toy. So, to tell him to cut it out, you lightly squeeze his length, sending him a warning sign. He should remember that you were the one in control. When you decide he deserves it, you start massaging his cock, pumping it ever so slowly and circling your thumb over his crown. As soon as you hear the grunts, signaling that he canât keep it in any longer, you slide your hands out of his pants again and act as you were. Dracoâs own pleasure had to wait until you were in private, until then heâd quietly whine âPlease let me cum, pleaseeâ/âI swear Iâll do anything you wantâ
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SUMMARY: When Y/N finds herself at odds with a classmate, her unlikely protector makes sure no one else dares to challenge her.
AUTHORS NOTE: Saw a headcanon on how Tom would act if you're ever in a fight.
The corridor thrummed with a tense energy, alive with whispers and glances as Y/N and a Ravenclaw girl stood face-to-face, locked in a fierce argument that had begun over a simple disagreement in Potions class. What should have been a passing spat about a misplaced ingredient had somehow snowballed into a stubborn standoff, each girl unwilling to back down.
The Ravenclaw girlâs face was flushed with anger, her jaw set as she spat, âMaybe if you actually paid attention to your own work, youâd understand why Iâm right about this.â
Y/N crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing with icy resolve. âOr maybe youâre just too proud to realize youâve made a mistake,â she shot back, her voice calm but cutting. âYou didnât even double-check your notes, did you?â
A murmur ran through the crowd, students glancing back and forth between the two girls like spectators at a duel. A few stifled gasps hinted at the onlookersâ anticipation, waiting to see if anyone would get the upper hand. But just as the Ravenclaw girlâs mouth opened, ready with her next retort, her words faltered.
Her eyes darted nervously over Y/Nâs shoulder, widening. The spark of defiance in her expression dwindled as she seemed to shrink back, looking as though sheâd rather be anywhere but there. Y/N frowned, about to question the girlâs sudden change in attitude, when she caught sight of a familiar figure approaching from behind.
Tom Riddle had entered the corridor, his presence as commanding and cold as ever. His gaze swept over the scene with an unreadable calm, landing on the Ravenclaw girl and pinning her there in silent intimidation. The air around them seemed to grow heavy, as though he alone commanded it, and the crowd fell into an anxious hush.
Tom gave the Ravenclaw girl a subtle, dismissive tilt of his head. His message was clear: leave. The girlâs bravado vanished in an instant, and she managed only a quick, nervous nod before she gathered her things, muttering a barely coherent apology, and practically fled down the corridor. The crowd didnât linger long after, some students averting their eyes as they slipped away, others glancing at Tom with wary admiration, before dispersing altogether and leaving Y/N and Tom alone.
Y/N took a deep breath, turning around to find Tom watching her with a faint, almost amused smirk, his dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
âWhat did you do?â she asked, folding her arms, her tone one of exasperation tinged with curiosity.
Tom shrugged, feigning innocence, his expression infuriatingly calm. âI didnât do anything,â he replied smoothly, though the glint in his eyes betrayed him.
Y/N rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. âRight. Because she just happened to change her mind the moment you showed up.â
He didnât answer immediately, but his smirk deepened, his eyes flickering with a playful light as he took a step closer, regarding her with that same knowing look. âYou know,â he said softly, his voice low, almost teasing, âthe only person you should be fighting with is me.â
Y/N raised a brow, her arms still crossed. âBut weâre not fighting?â she replied, her voice defensive.
His gaze sharpened, and he arched an eyebrow with an amused tilt of his head. âArenât we?â he murmured, his tone challenging, yet the hint of amusement in his eyes suggested he was enjoying the exchange far too much. She caught the hint of a smirk on his face, one that told her heâd gotten exactly the reaction he was looking for.
Y/N felt her cheeks warm, letting out a soft huff as she crossed her arms tighter. âFine,â she muttered, her lips twitching with an unwilling smile. âMaybe weâre⌠debating. But that doesnât mean you need to chase everyone else off.â
âDebating?â he echoed, leaning in slightly. His voice dropped lower, a dangerous warmth in his tone. âIf this is what you call debating, Iâd hate to see what happens when weâre truly at odds.â
Y/Nâs heart skipped, but she held her ground, refusing to back down. âYou still donât need to defend me, Tom,â she replied, though the firmness in her voice wavered under his intense gaze.
He tilted his head, giving a slow, almost casual shrug. âMaybe not,â he said, his voice a quiet murmur, âbut that doesnât mean I wonât.â The words were soft, almost an afterthought, but there was a possessive edge beneath the surface, a quiet claim that left no room for argument.
She let out a small laugh, shaking her head as she tried to ignore the flutter in her chest. âSo, what, youâre just going to scare off anyone who dares to argue with me?â
Tomâs lips curled into a faint smirk, his eyes glinting with amusement. âOnly the ones who donât deserve your attention,â he replied. His voice was casual, almost playful, but the steely resolve in his tone betrayed the quiet possessiveness he refused to openly acknowledge.
Y/N scoffed, feeling her cheeks grow warm. âYou know, this whole overprotective thingâitâs a bit much, donât you think?â
âIs it?â He arched a brow, his eyes softening slightly. âIâd think youâd be used to it by now.â His voice lowered, and the cool amusement gave way to something deeper, something dangerously close to affection. âAfter all,â he murmured, his tone carrying a rare hint of warmth, âIâll always be there to remind them that youâre not theirs to challenge.â
Her breath caught, his words leaving her momentarily speechless. There, beneath the layers of cold indifference, she caught a glimpse of the quiet, possessive loyalty he kept hidden from the world. She could feel the depth of his wordsâthe way he would always stand by her, even if it meant heâd never voice his feelings directly.
Finally, she managed, âSo⌠thatâs your way of saying youâll always be there to âdebateâ with me?â
His smirk softened, a rare warmth flickering in his eyes. âSomething like that,â he replied, his voice barely a whisper, as if the words were meant only for her. The unspoken promise in his tone left her pulse racing.
They stood in the quiet corridor, the weight of unspoken words lingering between them, until he gestured toward the library. âShall we?â he asked, his tone returning to its usual calm reserve, though his gaze lingered on her with unmistakable fondness.
With a sigh and a faint smile, she nodded, falling in step beside him. And as they walked down the hall together, Y/N couldnât shake the feeling that beneath Tomâs cool exterior lay a silent devotion heâd never admitâand that, despite her protests, she didnât mind it one bit.
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LAST TIME | tom riddle
summary; things just arenât right between you and tom. when you suggest a break up, however, tom is ready do anything to make it work.
word count; 4153
notes; honestly pure smut. I say tom is willing to do anything but what tom does is just give some really good orgasms. and somehow, itâs still better than 90% of men out there, so.
âYou⌠want to break up?â The clock in the room seemed to tick louder than ever, the seconds dragging on longer and longer as Tom stared at you in disbelief. There was a bottle open between you, two glasses of whiskey poured but neither of them touched, as he stared in shock. âWhy?â
âBecause this isnât working, Tom.â
He picked up his glass now, taking a heavy gulp from it, his brows furrowing as his throat bobbed, until only the empty Crystal was back on the table. He filled it up again.Â
âTomââ
âJust let me think for a second.â You sighed, his gaze flickering over to you, and he softened for just a moment. âIâm trying to work out what to say.â
âThere is nothing to sayââ
âThere has to be!â He slammed an open palm down on the wood, the table rattling and your drink shaking in its glass, his mumbled apology belaying his regret as he glared. At you, at the wall, at the clock still loudly tickling the seconds by. âWhy?â
âBecause this isnâtââ
âDonât say this isnât working. It works perfectly for me, so if itâs not working for you, tell me why. Tell me what I did, what I can do.â You reached for your own glass now, sliding it across the table and taking down the contents in one. Pushing the empty glass toward him with one finger as your throat burned, he filled it up, cupping your hand and pressing the glass into the other. âWe fight all the time, I get that. But you love the fight, I know you do. But youâve neverâyou yell, I shout, we fuck it out and weâre fine. This isnât right, you donât sit here calmly and tell me you want to break up, so tell me what to do.â
âI canât tell you, Tom. I donât know. I just know I canât do this anymore.â
âBut why?â
Exasperation burned through your veins, the words âItâs not workingâ sitting on the tip of your tongue, and you had to bite it to stop them from coming free.Â
âI want to work through it. I want you to tell me every goddamn little thing thatâs wrong. Weâre not leaving this room until itâs right, do you understand me?â His fingers curled on the tabletop, a fist forming, nails no doubt digging into his palms, and you sighed. He may be making it sound like demands, but you both knew it was a question, a desperate plea not to give up on him. The kind of desperation youâd never heard from him before, and it was the only thing that made you stay. âPlease.â
âIâll stay, Tom. Iâll talk, but I make no promises, because I just donât see this working out.â
âIâll make it work.â There was so much conviction in his tone that you almost found yourself believing it. âFirst issue.â
âTomââ
âFirst issue.â He insisted, and you ran a hand down your face.Â
âOkay, fine.â
And just like that, the night melted away. Hours slipped by in a blur of petty arguments, Tomâs eyes boring into your own as he fought and conceded, edging closer and closer to you throughout the night.Â
You resisted for only so long, the first drink gave you the confidence to tell him that you needed more. His cold attention wasnât enough, you needed love and passion, you needed his vulnerability and his emotions, you needed his trust and his confidence to take down those walls.Â
The second drink gave you to confidence to yell, shouting about the kisses he denied you in public, the affections you dreamed of that he never delivered, the activities he got up to that heâd never tell you about. The friends he kept a secret. The times heâd disappear from you for days only to reappear with no word, yet demand to be a part of every single aspect of your life.Â
The third brought you closer, barely resisting his advances as you fought tears, fought anger, fought every overwhelming emotion that was almost spilling out.Â
The fourth brought peace. The fourth brought silence, whispered promises you were inclined to believe, as he all but crawled and knelt. He begged for forgiveness, a sight never before seen for Tom Riddle, when your stubbornness reared a new, alcohol-filled strength, urging you towards the door to leave him behind.Â
The fifth brought solace and warmth. The fifth brought the end of the argument.Â
The firewhiskey was almost gone, a comfort flooding through both of your bodies enough to loosen your lips beyond the hesitation you both held, and you knew if you drank anymore, all progress would be lost. Swiping up the bottle from the table and putting the stopper back in, you took it towards the shelf, feeling Tomâs eyes track your every movement through his dorm.Â
You placed it back within the cabinet, its rightful place between the other vintage bottles, displayed proudly like it wasnât contraband to be hidden, his arrogance never more prominent. For some reason, you loved that. It had always been one of the things that had attracted you to him, his intelligence, his confidence, his sexy self-assuredness, but it just wasnât enough anymore.Â
As you slowly walked back toward your seat, Tomâs calloused hand wrapped around your wrist, bringing you to a halt by his chair. Another soft tug, and he was bringing you down across his lap, arm snaking around your waist to hold you close to his chest.Â
âTomâŚâ
âBabydollâŚâ His whisper was lost to the air between you, a space that was closing as he leaned in. Slowly, slowly, giving you time to pull away, but you couldn't. Everything about him was your weakness, youâd never been able to leave him, not since the day you met him all those years ago, and youâd never be able to leave him now. âLet me back in. Love me again.â
âI do still love you, Tommy.â
âThen let it be enough. Trust that Iâll do whatever it takes.â His lips met your cheek, suddenly, firmly, over far too quickly as he rested his head on your own. âI know Iâm hard to love, but if you do love me too, then please trust me.âÂ
Another kiss, your hand cupping his jaw, a whimper slipping free as he pulled back again.Â
âHave some faith in me.âÂ
Another kiss.
âDonât leave me.â
âKiss me, Tommy.â You sighed, tugging him forward and crashing your lips against his. He didnât hold back, mouth slanting with your own as he sat up in the chair, holding you tighter to his body. His mouth was insistent, forceful and commanding just like every other part of him, lips coaxing your own apart until you were panting softly into his mouth, his tongue slipping through to tease your own.Â
He tasted of whiskey, faint traces of coffee and sugar, a heady mix that you were drowning in. His hands traced slowly across your body, dragging and gripping, tracing like he was trying to memorise you, in case it was the last time he ever got the chance.Â
You wanted more, you needed more, hands in his hair, messing up all those pretty curls and tugging him closer as you tried to twist in his lap. Unsuccessful, your legs still dangling over one of his as you sat sideways, a whine slipping free. To get more youâd have to stand, your hand raking seductively down his chest, nails scratching through the fabric of his shirt. You stood, or tried to, barely making it onto shaking feet before he was nipping at your lip with a cut-off grunt and tugging you right back into his body.Â
In one swift moment he was standing, cradling you sideways in his arms and carrying you across the room. A second later, you were lay on the bed, head pillowed by the quilts as he finally pulled back.Â
Those hands kept exploring, knees bracketing your body as he pushed your shirt up, up, up. He kissed at every newly exposed patch of skin, all across your stomach and over your breasts, reverent and tender, tongue swiping across your skin until you shivered, lips promising his love into your flesh. Until, you were sat up, slipping the top over your arms and letting him cast it away to the floor, his mouth working across your jaw, head tipped back to let him.Â
Your own hands went to his back, scratching down until you caught the hem, far less care and far more desperation as you yanked and tugged, pulling at the shirt until he was reaching behind his head to help you strip him of it, your fingertips falling back to the bare skin of his chest. Firm, warm muscles twitched under your touch, your back hitting the bed again as his mouth collided with your own, backed into the sheets and surrounded by every inch of him, his presence filling the room, filling the air you breathed.Â
âTomâŚâ
His grip shifted, one hand leaving the bedding to skim across your hip, under your body to the flat of your back, and lower. Cupping your arse he lifted your hips, just enough to slot himself between, and oh, delicious pleasure as his hips rocked into your own. Straining through the thick denim of his jeans, Tom pressed his hard cock into you, dragging every torturously clothed inch over your damp centre, ruined panties catching on the material and twisting, making it all the more thrilling.Â
He did it again, and again, your bodies rolling together, clothes the only barrier keeping you apart as his mouth claimed your own. Moans and whimpers bounced off of every wall, each deep, grunted sound he let out was like a high, ricocheting along your body and making your head spin.Â
âFucking hell, babydoll,â His words were choked out, foreheads slick where they pressed together, panting breaths washing over your cheeks as he kept you moving against him, even as you became weak, even as the pleasure made you tremble, nearing that precipice already. âYouâd walk away from this? Donât you feel the way I do? Youâre in my blood like a goddamn drug.â
Then, it was all ripped away, a pathetic wail falling from you as hot pleasure became cold disappointment, your hips dropped back to the bed. One of your shaking hands was cupped in his own as he pulled away, enough to sit up, kneeling between your spread thighs and dragging your hand to his chest.Â
Under solid muscle, his heart pounded, fast and irregular, beating like a drum. âFor you, alright? This beats for you, and you alone.â
Like a knife through the tension, the haze was severed, a refreshing touch of cold on your sex-addled mind. Climbing up, into his lap as his hands gripped your hips, your own reached for his face, tugging him into the most tender and loving kiss you could muster in the heat of the moment.Â
His tongue slides over your own, your nails rake down his chest as you settle into his lap where he kneels, both of his hands kneading your ass. He shudders, your fingers grazing along the defined lines of his abs, and his breathing starts to shallow as your fingers press along the bulge in his jeans.Â
Bucking up, his lips stop working your own, letting you take control of the kiss as his strength starts to wane, your teasing touches along his cock making him squirm underneath you. Squeezing him through the denim, he moans into your mouth, loud and unashamed, and your smirk makes him bite at your lower lip until you gasp.Â
âIâmâ fuck, Iâm really trying to be romantic here, to make love to you, take it slow. Youâre making that real fuckinâ hard for me.â
âI can feel how hard Iâm making it for you, Tommy.â
It was unfair, perhaps, to taunt him so much when he was only doing what youâd asked, to show his affection rather than just assume you knew, to love you properly, but that's not what you wanted right now. Right now, as youâd stared him in the eye and faced the possibility of losing him, you just wanted him, in his rawest form.Â
âTom, babyââ
âStop teasing me.â He all but growled the words, hips rolling into your palm now as you squeezed with rhythm, one of his hands slipping beneath the layers of your clothes, sliding over your ass from behind until one fingertip circled your dripping entrance. âStop teasing me, or you wonât come for hours, do you hear me? Iâll make you cry and beg and scream, Iâll drive you to the edge of your goddamn sanity the way you make me, and maybe I wonât even let you come then.â
With those final words, he plunged a single digit inside of you, your back arching against his chest as he hummed, lips tearing apart as your body bowed to his. Pumping slowly, he left peppered kisses along your exposed collarbones, his other hand trailing teasingly up your spine, undoing the clasp of your bra with a flick of his fingers.Â
Jerking it free from your body shakily, he let out a primal noise as you threw it away, lips wrapping around one nipple, teeth tugging the taut bud.Â
âOh, fuck, TommyâŚâ
âThatâs right, doll. Moan my fucking name.â He did it again, a second finger slipping inside of you, chasing out every sentient thought you had.Â
Your fingers were shaking as you reached for his jeans, tugging at the button and zipper until you could get them down. Finally, you pulled him free from the confines, and relished in the sound he made against your skin as you swept your thumb over the dripping head of his cock.Â
Sitting there, half in his lap as he finally brought you closer and closer to your ruined orgasm, you pumped his cock slowly, nuzzling your nose against his own, feeling the beat of his heart against your hand on his neck. Steady, thumping, a beat just for you as he promised.Â
His skin was wet under your touch, hot and soft and slick, your fist sliding over him, twisting just how you knew he liked. He may know your body like the back of his own hand, but you knew him too. You knew every trick that made him weak, every touch and spot that you could exploit to bring him to his knees before you, if you so wished. Tom Riddle may scare everyone away, may put on his façade to the world, but he was your lover, your heart and soul, and he bared himself to you alone in this vulnerability.Â
Tracing your thumb over the head, you squeezed his cock, another bead of precum, dribbling from the slit and lubricating his skin under your palm. His mouth left your skin, head tilted back. Those pretty brown curls were already plastered to his forehead, sex and love hanging heavy in the hot air, and when your eyes locked with his half-lidded ones, you knew you werenât going anywhere.Â
Like a silent oath, one he could read in your gaze, he knew it too. It would never be so easy to leave, to walk away from him, from this. Things may need to change, but youâd work through them together, because you couldn't just leave him.Â
Your lips slammed together once more, passion and promise, sealed between your mouths as he moaned your name against your tongue.Â
It was just like that, with his body swearing his dedication into your flesh with every touch that you came, crying his name as you unravelled around his fingers, letting him whisper and coax you through it. Your body was shaking in his, leaning into him for support, his lips at your temple.Â
âWas that good, doll?â
âSo good, Tommy.â Your breathless bliss was short-lived, before you could process it, he was pushing you backwards one hand on your chest firmly pressing you into the sheets, and a smirk on his lips as he looked down at you.Â
âGood, itâs only getting better from here.â
His movements showed no gentleness as he tore at the rest of your clothing, your body half dragged down the bed as he stripped you bare. Heat roared through your veins and a blush coated your cheeks, the same way it always did when he manhandled you in such ways. He stripped off his own clothes, nearly tearing the fabric from his body until he was as gloriously naked as you were, every inch of pale, scarred, perfect flesh exposed to you.Â
His grip on your thighs was bruising as he pressed them apart, hardly giving your foggy mind a moment to process, giving your body no chance to truly settle, before he was on his stomach before you, tongue swiping up the evidence of the orgasm heâd just wrung from you in his lap.Â
You jolted, one hand flying to his hair as the other gripped the sheets in your fingertips, a scream on your lips as he lapped the flat of his tongue across your sensitive clit. âTom, oh, fuck!â
He moaned in response, the feeling buzzing across your skin as your hips ground up against his face, every part of your scrabbling for purchase as you sank into the pleasure of it. He went again and again, fingers gripping your thighs, holding them parted for him, before finally, he sucked your clit between his lips, and you sobbed out an attempt at his name.Â
âTom, fuck, fuckâ I canâtââ
âOh, letâs not lie, doll.â He pulled back, a sharp smack across your clit, a skittering pain that made you clench around nothing, so hard you swore youâd cramp, âWe both know you can, and you will. Youâll come all night if I decide it. Now, be a good girl.â
âYouâll be the death of me, Tom Riddle.â Your words were stuttered out between heavy, panted breaths, and he chuckled as he resumed his work. The dark declarations of adoration were always something he had loved, especially when he had you on his tongue, driving you mad.Â
Over and over he worked, kissing, licking, sucking, biting, until your eyes were rolled back in your head, writhing in the sheets, dripping just for him to lap it up, his name like a mantra, all you could think of. Your climax teetered on the brink, your hips rolled up unto his face, chasing with such wanton need that all shame went out of the window and your fingers twisted where they were buried in his dark hair.Â
âTom, Iâmââ
âGonnaâ come? You there already, doll?â You would feel embarrassed for his taunts if you werenât so needy, like a bitch in heat, and you just nodded. A whine slipped free as he pulled back, tears in your eyes threatening to come free as you were denied once again. The bed dipped, and before you could curse, before you could hate him for taking it all away again, his thick cock parted your folds, slamming into you in one quick thrust, and you exploded.Â
His hips rocked, ever so gently, dragging out your orgasm until the flutters of it faded, leaving only blissful peace in its wake. Your hands hooked under his arms as he fisted the bedding on either side of your head, kisses left on your collarbones until your body finally calmed down, and he let his mouth trail up to your own, lips brushing.Â
âYou belong to me, do you understand that? Just like I belong to you.â His body shifted, hips rolling back, until he was barely inside of you anymore, only for a single, deep thrust to have you crying his name, digging your nails into his flesh, praying for anything. âIâm all yours.âÂ
Another thrust, another cry, scratches down his back that made him hiss in excitement.Â
âI donât care how I prove it to you, Iâll carve your name into my goddamn skin if I must, whatever it takes for you to see it.â
He kept it up, the deep pace, the meaningful words, all whispered into your ear as he sucked bruises into your skin, marking you as his the way he promised heâd mark himself too. Your love with him was brutal, it was harsh and sometimes cold, but nobody loved hotter than Tom did either.Â
If you asked him to, thereâs no line he wouldn't cross, nothing he wouldn't do for you, and his dedication showed. It showed in the way he fucked you, holding your gaze and stopping until you looked back to him, fighting the roll of your eyes to the back of your head, or the shaking of your body so hard you could barely breathe. It showed in the hand that slipped up your skin, fingers sealing around your throat as he began to lose control, fucking without sense as he chased his own high, your core squeezing around him so tight he could barely spit out his curses and praise before losing to the end too.Â
It showed in the way he hugged your body to his, skin to skin, everywhere you touched as his release filled you, dripping and escaping around his cock as he fucked the both of you through the final moments of shared ecstasy.Â
It showed in the way he collapsed down on top of you, all walls gone in these few moments, shaking as much as you were as his body smothered your own. Your hand in his damp hair, the other stroking up and down his back as he continued to whisper mindless adoration and poetic love in your skin, kisses and touches that made you understand his devoted worship.Â
âTommyâŚâ
âRight here, doll. Mâright here with you, Iâm all yours.â
He lifted himself at last, balanced on one weak elbow to look at you, smiling in that way only you ever saw as you tentatively brushed plastered curls away from his forehead. He leaned in, a peck left to your lips before he pulled out, wincing apologetically at the grumble that left your lips as he did.Â
âLet me get something to clean you up, alright? Iâll be back.âÂ
You knew he would, he always was, and only moments later, he was reappearing from the bathroom with a cold cloth, parting your thighs much more gently now, and wiping your sensitive skin clean. âWe forgot protection.â You mumbled, one hand coming up to rub across your forehead, too tired to care much now but a problem for the morning.Â
A problem he didnât seem to appreciate, only smirking as he cleaned himself off, before pushing one hand over your stomach. âMaybe I should knock you up, Iâd like to see you leave me then.â
âTom!â His joke was not well received, even if his raspy laugh at your chastisement warmed your heart, your arm thrown over your eyes to block him out, to relish in peaceful darkness. The dirty cloth hit the floor somewhere with a squelch, another problem for the morning, as he tugged the covers out from under your body, collapsing down beside you a moment later and tugging them up over you both.Â
Then, he was peeling your arm from your face, rolling your head to the side to look at him. Gone was the smile, gone was the laughter, a serious look on his face as he studied you carefully.Â
Tom shuffled a little closer, delicately brushing hair from your brow before settling a hand along the curve of your waist.Â
âI like it when your cheeks get all rosy after. You look so pretty when you're glowing, just for me.â Your scoff was cut short by his lips, tugging you in until your naked body was pressed back up to his own, that palm scraping over your soft skin to hook your thigh up over his hip, and your arm lay over his shoulders lazily. âSomething is telling me this isnât over. Tell me Iâm right?â
âI loveâ.â
âTell me youâre staying.â He knew you too well, his grip around your waist tightening holding you to him like he feared youâd slip away. âDonât tell me you love me unless you plan to keep doing it.â
His gaze pierced into your own, face still like stone but worry painted in his eyes, and you nuzzled your nose against his own. He bumped back, once, insistently. âI love you, Tom.â
He sighed, heavy and happy and bumped your noses together once again. A small smile pulled on his lips, and he nodded slightly as his eyes fluttered closed. âI love you too.â
âDoesnât mean youâre off the hook, though. Iâll still make you work for it.â
âIâd expect nothing less from a future Riddle woman.â
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man-handled
DATE: DECEMBER 4, 2023
summary: you get a little caught up in your boyfriendâs muscly arms and canât help but imagine what it would be like if he man-handled you.
request: i thought it was but i guess not??
words: 5.1k
warning: SMUT (f- receiving (multiple orgasms, oral, fingering, throat-fucking), m- receiving (oral), slight daddy/sir kink, degrading, name-calling, dirty talk), language, and probably the shittiest ending ever
note: iâm so tired yâall
mafia!tom x reader
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You werenât usually like this. You werenât known for being so horny to the point where you canât think straight. You were known to be quiet, shy, and even a little innocent. But sometimes Tom brought out the worst in you. But you learned to like that side of you. The secret, dark, and dirty side that only Tom could unveil from you. Watching you unfold and come undoneâno pun intendedâgave Tom a deep sense of growing pride.
Every day he made it more obvious that he was the only one and that there would never be anyone else for you.
What was causing you to act so strange was a new obsession for you. You had been with Tom intimately numerous times, but he never failed to pleasure you immensely. You two have explored each otherâs bodies inside and out, yet your mind still found things to obsess over. Currently, it was his arms.
His arms.
They were usually covered with different brand-name suits, all varying from gray to black. The sleeves always wrapped around his biceps snuggly, hinting at only some of his bulkiness. Usually, the sight of him in his suits when he left for work had you thinking about how hot he looked overall. But as you watched him leave this morning, your eyes couldnât stop fixating on the packed muscle you knew was hiding under the black suitâs sleeves.
Youâre not sure, but you think this newest obsession started last night by complete accident. That accident being Tomâs overwhelming dominance and control when he was fucking you.
Although you were on the quieter and more innocent side, it amazed both Tom and you that you were secretly fucked in the head just like him. You hadnât even known it until you stumbled upon Tom. Sometimes, you think that he molded you to indulge in his kinks and fantasies, but heâs never forced you to do anything. If anything, itâs always you shyly asking him to do something more when a dirty thought pops into your head. He always makes sure to degrade yet praise you in the most addicting and twisted way.
Last night, while you and Tom were simply watching a movie, things got heated (it was never just going to be a movie). Tom had gotten home early and just wanted to relax. But the makeout between you two got hotter and you both got needier. When you moved yourself to his lap, gently rocking into him, his strong hands forced you to stay still. You remembered the bruises present on his knuckles and wondered if they still hurt when he squeezed your hips. You whined into his mouth before he picked you up easily, throwing you over his shoulder as you squealed.
âAlways so greedy.â
Tom has picked you up and threw you over his shoulder before. Maybe the other times he was gentler about it, afraid to hurt his little princess even if you were completely okay with it. But that night, he didnât seem to give a fuck. He had a difficult day at work, the evidence clear on his wounded hands, so maybe he took some of that aggressive out on you. After he had brought you upstairs, you were extremely drenched as his bulky arms tossed you on the bed.
But after that, he apologized for being so rough. He explained how he had a tough day and he was sorry for taking it out on you. It resulted in long, sweet, loving sex that you adored all the time because you got to see the part of him that no one sees. Just like that secret part in you that only he sees. Except, you werenât yearning for his softness after being man-handled. No, you were looking to be fucked. Hard. You wanted it rough, messy, degrading, and straight sinful. The nastiest scenes flooded your mind through the night, hoping that you could relive one of them with Tom. As he fucked slow into you last night, your eyes couldnât remove themselves from his bulging arms holding himself over his head. You watched as the muscles would work and his veins would pop out when he did a push-up, and it had you clenching around him pathetically.
What were you going to tell him when he came home?
For the rest of the day, you wandered around the house needily. You cleaned, you read, you reorganized, but nothing distracted you enough from your fucked-up thoughts and the pulse between your legs. One part of you felt ashamed for hiding it from Tom, but the other half of you didnât care. It felt like you had your own little secret that no one knew. But then again, you really wanted to tell him because you wanted to see the results. And feel themâŚ
When it was late into the evening, seemingly later than when Tom usually returns, you sighed to yourself. You brought yourself to bed, too worn out from your own desires nagging you down all day. If only Tom didnât have a rule about touching yourself while he was gone, you would have been able to handle your dirty situation all by yourself. But no, Tom had to be insanely controlling and sexy about everything, just making your situation even harder to deal with. Just as your bare feet slip into the comforter, you hear the hefty front door open. Your head shoots up, instantly on high alert of Tomâs arrival. Just when you thought your body was relaxing, the sound of his approaching footsteps seem to heighten your hormone levels, veering away from homeostasis once again.
Tom peeks his head through the ajar bedroom door, body hunching over the door handle. He doesnât say a word until he realizes that you are in fact awake, opening the door wider. He skulks closer to you, his body bulky and stoic just how you remembered it being this morning when he left. His hands at his sides had those infamous cuts and bruises that you always wrapped with bandages. He never wanted you to, you demanded that you do. Your heart pounds as your tummy tickles, wishing he could read your mind and just handle you the way you want him to with those bruised knuckles.
âMissed you today, Princess,â his thick hand rose to caress the hair on your head. You feel yourself lean into his touch, yearning it always no matter how intense or soft. You always craved to just feel him.
âMissed you too, Daddy. So much,â your hand reaches up and encloses around his wrist, squeezing softly. His hand gently pulls away as he sits beside you on the bed, and you nearly whimper at the loss of contact.
âWhat dâyou do today?â Tom asked simply and softly, genuinely curious about your day. But finally with him next to you, your mind has gotten all fuzzy, and you feel like youâve forgotten every word youâve known. Your eyes havenât drifted away from his arm since he pulled away from you, mind encompasses in the way he moves.
âI cleaned. I reorganized the shelves in your office. Oh, and I read tooâŚâ
Tom tried to listen to your dull list of activities, but he couldnât help but notice how distracted you seemed. Maybe you were tired from all the chore-like things you did. But your eyes werenât blinking as they started at his chest, clearly hazy with something. Something familiar.
âYeah? And what did you read?â
âUm⌠I donât remember,â your head started to tilt to the side as you licked your lips, lost in whatever thought was clouding your mind currently. Tomâs mouth curved just the slightest bit up at the airheaded state of you, wondering if you could be anymore adorable. The fact that you didnât remember what you read, knowing you love reading, is what stood out to Tom the most. Something was obviously off, Tom just couldnât figure it out yet.
âHow was work? Do you need me to patch you up?â
âWork was stressful. People donât listen and then ask why mâso harsh. And idiots like to go behind mâback and take stuff from me,â Your eyes fall onto his wounded hands.
âSânot niceâŚâ
âNot nice at all, huh?â Tom reaches up to caress your face ever-so gently, not wanting to touch you too much with his open cuts.
âCome on. Let me fix you up. Please?â
Now, how could Tom ever say no to you?
â
Sometimes, Tom could be stubborn. Like right now, where he refused to sit down while you tended to his wounds because heâs saying that it wonât take long enough to sit. You want to roll your eyes in annoyance, but you donât want him to see your attitude and punish you later. Or maybe you doâŚ
He had his suit jacket off now and just his crisp, white buttoned shirt rolled up to the elbows. The skin that was untouched was smooth under your delicate touch, but his scars and fresh cuts, which were most likely old ones reopened, were rugged. You dabbled light pressure as you wiped away dry blood with the wet cloth, not afraid of hurting him because he barely blinks when he punches someone. He surely wasnât phased by his girl cleaning up his damages like a little puppy trying to lick themselves better. Thatâs exactly what your touch felt likeâlittle puppy licks and gentle pawing.
And when you applied the cooling ointment, his pain was eased, but he doesnât think it was from the cream. No, he is a firm believer that you are his medicine. Your words, your touch, your soul was healing. Although he was your opposite in every way and he hurt people for a living while you mended peopleâs aches with your mere presence, he could never hurt you. Never.
So, when youâre all finished wrapping his hands with that rough cloth thatâs an excuse for a bandage (it was all he had stored), heâs shocked by your blunt statement. You were rarely blatant about anything, especially when it had to do with sexual situations.
âWhy did you apologize to me last night?â You just threw your words at him, hoping he caught them. He didnât know that when you were fixing him up you were ogling his arms like a child in a toy store during the Christmas season. His veins were green, constant exploitation of work causing them to pop out more. He looked delicious and it made you crave him more than ever. Even more with his ripped up hands. You wanted the roughness and pain and the power to be instilled on you. You wanted him to take his particularly hard day out on you. Tom blinked, silently leading you out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom. He tried to recall exactly when he apologized to you, but he couldnât quite put his finger on it. Clearly, work had gotten to his head too much.
âI donât remember what youâre talkinâ âbout, darling,â Without a thought, he begins unbuttoning his shirt with his bandaged hands. He looked like something of a fancy man mixed with an underground boxer. Not the type of fancy that shows off his money, but the type thatâs humble and real and works hard for what he wants. A man who made himself. And thatâs exactly who Tom is; someone who built himself.
You swallowed, suddenly feeling like youâre under the spotlight. But you took a breath. âLast night, when we were having⌠sex⌠you apologized for being really rough.â
He flatly hums, indicating that you need to continue while he buttons his shirt. You could just faint from his sculpted, stony beauty that was hidden behind a few buttons and fabric. Unlike his knuckles, his skin was smooth and untouched besides his scattered tattoos. He had faint scars that you could barely see unless you were looking really hard (which in your case maybe you were). His build and figure used to intimidate you, but now, youâre just awed.
âWell⌠I kind of liked when you were roughâŚâ Your words dragged out, especially as your head tilted down to face your lap in embarrassment. âYouâve never really been like that before and it caught me off guard, but in a really good way! I didnât realize I wanted something like that until⌠yeah.â You werenât embarrassed that you were attracted to your own boyfriendâs man-handling, but by the fact that you had to admit that to get what you wanted. Sometimes, you wish he could just read your mind, but life wasnât a movie or a book, even if it felt like that from time to time with the life you live. Dating a mafia man was insane to visualizeâthose things only really happened in books. Or so you thought.
âYou did?â You softly hummed, nodding your head. You could feel the heat radiating off of your cheeks, your heart thumping in your chest. You didnât think Tom would reject you. Thatâs not why your heart was beating faster than its usual tempo. You were anticipated and your organ couldnât help but be thrilled at what was to come. âYou liked when I took my day out on you? Liked when I was a little mean?â
You crossed your ankles that had been hanging off the bed, biting your lip. You nodded, maybe a little too quickly, because you got slightly dizzy from the movement along with your amped hormones. You had that beat in your chest, but you also had that throbbing pulse in your lower body that has been aching since you watched him leave earlier that day. In the most Tom-way possible, he stalks over to you, torso bare while his trousers remain on. Heâs slow and calculated, and it makes you even more anxious. When your eyes finally look up at him, heâs glaring down at you with blown-out pupils, a darkness swirling with the brown color of his irises.
Heâs close to you now, inches away from touching you. But he doesnât. You hear the clink of his belt loosening around his waist before itâs adoring his hand. His quick movements cause the leather to slap your bicep, making you gasp, but what he doesnât do is apologize. Youâre not sure if what he did was purposeful. Did he want to startle you and show you how rough he really could be? You never lingered too long on the idea of him using a belt on you, but if Tom was going to be man-handling you more often, then the thought would probably be more recurring. Tom shrugs off his pants as if theyâre a bother, and by the large bulge outlined in his briefs, it seems as if they really are.
You hadnât even realized you were licking your lips until Tomâs hand came up around your throat, thumb pulling it out. He tucks his thumb into your mouth, gripping it tightly.
âDrooling over mâcock and Iâm not even fully undressed yet,â he removes his thumb before lightly tapping your cheek. âOn your knees. Need to fill that filthy mouth.â
The devil on your shoulder wants to be a brat and not listen to him, but youâve been craving this all day. If Tom knew what you wantedâwhich he didâhis punishment to you would just be not giving it to you. And thatâs not your ideal plan at the moment. So, you slide off the edge of the bed and onto the floor at his feet. The first thing he does is spread your thighs open with his ankle.
âYou donât get to squeeze yâpretty little thighs together while sucking me off. Thatâs rude, pet. Get as wet as you want, but if you close yâlegs, youâre not cominâ tonight. Understood?â
âYes, sir,â Your hands were waiting anxiously by your sides, clawing at the skin on your thighs. Your pussy was already clenching around its own wetness, unable to close due to his new limit.
âIt talks,â his tone was sinister and demeaning. The kind that would make someoneâs eyes twitch and hands fist in an argument out of irritation. But his works were fueling some type of sick need inside of you that needed to be sedated, and this seemed to be the only way to do it. And you didnât mind it one bit. You fucking loved it. âWho knew such a slut would be so obedient?â
You knew better than to respond to that rhetorical question. Instead, you patiently wait for his smirk to rise in cocky pride before he finally slips off his briefs. Like every time youâve seen his cock, itâs pretty. You didnât know they were supposed to look so yummy and dream-like. He was smooth with inklings of hair scattered down at the base and his tip was a cute coral color that grew an angry red when he was hard. From the looks of it, he was pretty hard. His tip was leaking that delicious pre-cum you were dying to taste, even if youâve had it thousands of times before. Having to sit and stare at his glory without touching was some type of punishment, you think.
His hand latches onto the base and the other grips the back of your head. He pushes you closer, tapping your cheek with his tip. You suck in a breath, readying to take him.
âYou know what to do if itâs too much. And it will be.â
Tom shoves his cock into mouth once youâre open wide enough. He doesnât wait for you to adjust to his size or explore his prick like he usually does. This time heâs quick and harsh like heâs trying to beat some type of record. But heâs still just as calculated as he always is, and you know heâs not just going to come fast because he can. Most men do that all the time when they want to get off briskly, but Tom wasnât like that. He liked to take his time and appreciate the moment, edging you both just a little to make it a little fun. He always edged himself more though, forcing orgasms out of you before you would even touch him.
Your cunt pulsates around nothing, trying to grasp the pleasure he is holding from you. Hands clawing at his meaty thighs until your nails break the skin barrier. Moans attempt to escape your mouth, but are instantly shoved right back down your throat from his thick cock. Tom drills into you with no mercy, causing saliva to cascade down your chin in long strings. The muscles in your jaw ache from their open stance, begging for a break that you would never get. If it was too much you could easily tap his thigh a few times and it would all be over, but thatâs exactly what you donât want. You love that he came home after a stressful day and you could make him feel better. You didnât want your limitations to restrict his maximum abilities when you secretly wanted more to begin with.
âLook at you letting me fuck this throat. This whiny, little throat and your filthy mouth. Always so fuckinâ needy for it,â his grip on your hair intensified, stilling your head from any movements you might subconsciously make. Youâre not surprised when the tears finally start to leak from your eyes, rolling down your face in wavering streams rather than small rivulets. âIâm so big I made you a crybaby. That good, sweetheart?â
There were no words that were able to leave your stuffed mouth, only rumbles of moans that vibrated around his cock so dirtily that his head was falling back. Deep, guttural groans emitted from his rough throat, his movements never faulting. Even when you feel the tip of him twitching in the back of your mouth, he doesn't stop.
âTake it. Iâm going to come and youâre going to take it. All you wanted was to be a storage for my cum, right?â Tomâs words were cruel and degrading, but they were the exact thing that got you off. Your stomach churned in lust, feeling a bit neglected, yet pleasured by him fucking your mouth.
He was going all out tonight and you didnât want anything less. Tom didnât even give you a warning about when he was coming, he just wanted you to take it. And who were you to defy him? When ropes of his much-needed release fired from his prick, you made sure to swallow every drop. He slowly removes himself from your mouth as your jaw aches immensely. Saliva and cum were lathered around your chin, coating your lips with the taste of him. Your hand lifts up to massage your jaw as you look up at the flames of lust in Tomâs eyes. You notice that thereâs slight hesitation; he wants to default back into a caring lover rather than a dominant one. But even with the soreness in your jaw, you manage a smirk to let him know that youâre fine. Youâre more than fine, and youâre more than ready to continue the rest of the night. You know that it will be your turn soon too at some point, right? That throat-fuck was torture for your sopping cunt. Youâre mind-dizzyingly horny.
âWhatâs the matter? Your lip is all trembling and wet,â You didnât even notice him stuff his prick back into his pants because you were so mesmerized by the taste left on your tongue and the ache in your jaw. He leans down, nearly level with you on the floor, but still hovering over your head. âJust like your pussy I bet, hm?â
Your entire body shivered from his words as if a frozen wind cascaded through the bedroom, but at the same time, your skin has never burned so fiery. His hands were quick to fit under your arms, lifting you up to your feet. When your thighs met again, they squeezed tightly to rid the incessant throbbing between them. You knew you were just soaking wet tooâthe kind that reached all the way to your bum once Tom laid you flat on your back. The kind that would drip onto the bed sheets if you were positioned on all fours with your rear up in the air. Tom loved to do every which way with you, but he was keen on watching your scrunched-up face relax once you came. The way your nose would wrinkle and eyebrows furrow, mouth just wide enough to slip a finger or two through. Which, of course, Tom would take advantage of. But right now, he wanted to taste you.
It had been such a long day, full of busyness and rage-work. He didnât mind having to punch a face or two daily, especially when they wronged him significantly because then he got to do more than just a punch. The only part he hated was seeing your face in the aftermath. When heâd come home, he would see you all delighted to see him back and well, just for your expression to drop in concern at his wounds. Whether it was his hands (it was usually his hands), arms, chest, or even his face, you were relentless about fixing him up. Tomâs resistance was nothing to you, so eventually, he would just sigh and let you aid him. You had something of a magic touch because only you could make Tom feel better. Nothing like the doctors he had occasionally visited as a child or even his motherâs kisses. And now, his knuckles may be bruised and may be bandaged, but that would never stop him from taking care of his girl. Especially when his girl got all shy about wanting to be man-handled. He thought you were the most adorable thing really.
Usually, Tom would gently lay you back on the comforter and make sure you had a pillow underneath your head. This time, he didnât even hesitate to throw your willing body like a ragdoll on the bed. The gasp you let out was practically a moan. His invasive, manly hands shredded your bottoms down your legs without a care in the world. Youâve never seen him so aggressive with you, but God, if it wasnât exactly what you wanted. You had been craving this type of fucking, and now that you have it, well, you might just pass out from how good itâs all going to feel.
âThis slutty little pussy,â he growls, thumb circling your throbbing clit. He can feel the way it swells underneath his rough touches, and he can hear the way your breath gets caught in your throat. You were always so delicate to him, like you would break if he held you too hard. But while you were soft, you were also strong, which is why Tom was able to treat you like this and you wouldnât shatter like thin glass. âSo weepy and wet. Who knew you were such a cock whore, hm? Or is it just for me?â
âYou. Only you.â
Tom knew it was only for him. And of course, you knew it was only for him. No one has ever gotten you as wet as Tom has, and no one has pleasured you nearly as much. He strived to satisfy you until you begged him to stop, which no one had ever come close to doing. Every past partner youâve been with always had to use lubricants because they couldnât make you wet enough. You were always ashamed and embarrassed, but then you realized thatâs how they should feel. Their performances are minuscule and rubbish; compared to Tomâs, they donât stand a chance. But you didnât bother with those past âloversâ anymore, because you had your one and only right in front of you. Or more like right in between your legs with his head on your thigh.
âRight. Iâm feeling a bit hungry. Youâll let me eat, wonât you?â He widens your legs, forcing them to spread so you canât suffocate him with your thighs. Lewd whines spill from your mouth as his breath hits your pussy, warm and close. âOh, wait, Iâm making the decisions.â
His lips lock onto your clit, sucking on the nub. You donât conceal the moans that instantaneously begin to slip out of you like a mantra. He changes his rhythm, going firm and fast, and then slow and calculated. It was addicting, and it left you clawing at the bed sheets and curling your toes. His tongue swirls through your folds, collecting your juices and prodding inside of you.
No man has eaten you like Tom has. When they did it, they did it as if it was a chore. Tom does it as if itâs a reward.
He cherishes you, honors your body with his hands and mouth while also showing you whoâs in control. Itâs these things that make you utterly obsessed with him, thinking about him for twenty-four hours even when you see him at the start and end of every day. You were obsessed with the way his tongue was licking into you, desperate to consume every drop of your wetness until you were drained. His thumb returned to its home on your clit, pressing and holding as it throbbed beneath his finger. Your head spun as if you were drunk on a carousel, but it wasnât nausea you were feeling. No, it was the ecstasy of pleasure building up inside of you as you approached your high.
âS-so close. Fuckââ
A slap to your inner thigh caused you to squeak into the heated air. Tom never cared when you cussed before, but the fact that he did now was another little turn-on that just got added to the list. Seriously, what was wrong with you?
His mouth popped off of you, thumb never letting up on your clit. He cleanly slides his middle finger through your slick folds, easily curling it inside of you. Even with his wounded and wrapped hands, his thrusts are flawless and perfectly paced. The sandy texture of the bandage occasionally itches your inner thigh, adding a delicious stimulation to your skin. As he pumps his digits inside of you, you are aware of the muscles in his arms flexing, which makes you clutch tightly around him.
âOh, whatâs got you so tight?â You groan at his words, not responding clearly. âDonât be a brat.
âYour a-arms,â You canât help but moan as he curls his fingers inside of you again.
âYeah?â he hovers his body over you now, one arm supporting his bulky weight right beside your head. It was exactly like how you had remembered it and you didnât even have to tell him. His bicep was next to your head, pulsing and working to keep him up right. You could feel and hear him grin and grunt every time you squeeze tightly around his fingers. âYouâre the filthiest fuckinâ girl Iâve ever seen. The way youâre taking my fingers I just know youâre wishing itâs mâcock.â
Your skin was on fire. Your hair was a mess. Your head was going to evaporate into a cloud of lust. And your body was an oozing waterfall. Thatâs the only way to describe how you felt.
His transitions are natural and effortless as if he could do it with his eyes closed because heâs mapped your body out so well. But no matter how many times youâre with him, youâre still withering beneath him, shaking until your orgasm washes over you like a tsunami. He tilts his head, licking his lips before whispering in your ear deeply.
âSince youâve been crying for it all day, come. Go ahead. Soak my fingers. Soak the fuckinâ sheets.â
You topple over your orgasm into a pool of pleasure, indeed soaking his hand and the sheets beneath you. As your body becomes hypersensitive, you wiggle away from his touch, only for him to hold you in place. He snatches your hips, stills them roughly with a press of his bandaged hands.
âIâm not done here, sweetheart. For this one, I want you to be as quiet as possible. Can you do that? Or are you inclined to let the neighborhood know who is making yâcome this many times?â
Tom was incessant about making you come a magnitude of ways that night, all with specific rules. One with no touching, one with no moving, one with no moaning. It was a rollercoaster of crying and orgasms. To say you were exhausted was an understatement, but youâve never felt more refreshed and satisfied.
You were so tired that when Tom left to begin your aftercare, you had passed out on the messy bed sheets.
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i rushed the ending so much, but i felt bad that iâve posted in so long and iâm just so busy that i never have time to write anymore
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Torn Apart
PAIRINGS: Tom 2010 x Female reader
CONTENT: ANGST + SMUT + FLUFF
SYPNOSIS: Tom and Y/N had a huge fight, he had been distant for days, barely spent any time with her and treated her badly. One day she had enough, after yet another fight she decided to leave, having had enough of his bullshit, being gone for days.
A/N: if you want to be tagged or i accidently missed your tag comment on my pinned masterlist <3 cred for divider: @grlselle
WARNINGS: dom!tom, sub!reader, p in v (riding), eating out, teasing, edging (m!recieving), arguing
Tom wasn't being a good boyfriend, not being like he usually was, the kind and sweet guy I loved, he was being cold, distant and snappy. Whenever I tried to ask what's wrong I'd be given the cold shoulder or when I tried to spend time with him he'd snap at me.
I confronted him one day, walking up to him and gently touching his shoulder, "baby..are you sure you're ok, you've been acting so different lately.." I said softly, not wanting to trigger a reaction out of him.
He turned to me, his expression cold and distant, "I'm fine...leave me alone, alright?" he said, his voice harsh and abrupt, "I don't need your concern right now.." he grumbled. I decided to ask the question I had been wondering for weeks, "there's another woman, isn't there? That's why you've been acting so cold..." my voice trembled slightly, my emotions getting the best of me.
"Oh my god! Jesus christ Y/N!" he sighed, running a hand through his hair, "you always come to that fucking conclusion don't you?" he yelled, "well can you fucking blame me? I can't even get a small hug from you, you haven't fucked me in 4 weeks!" I yelled back, my anger now taking over.
"What if I'm just stressed, upset, have you ever considered that, or are you always this selfish?" he hissed, his words cold and harsh. I stared at him in disbelief, "are you kidding me..." I scoffed, "I'm selfish? Oh so, all the checking up, concerned notes and packed lunches were because I was being selfish? Great.." I rolled my eyes and turned around, getting ready to leave.
"Fuck..." he muttered, realizing how much of an asshole he was being, "I'm sorry baby..I just-" I cut him off, "no, I'm done with your bullshit, I'm fucking leaving, don't come looking for me and don't text me.." I was so sick and tired of it, why should I have to put up with his bullshit?
He realized the gravity of the situation and rushed to my side, spewing out apologies and begging for another chance, fuck! Please baby don't go, I'll do anything, anything baby!" he clung to me, trying to drag me back. I ignored him and packed a small bag, rushing out the door and speeding away in my car. As expected he blew up my phone with texts and calls, each text as pathetic as the other.
I stayed at my apartment for the meantime, wanting to teach him a lesson he'd never forget. For days I didn't return his calls or texts, just leaving them unopened, always listening when another one came in. Reveling at the sight of his desperation.
As more days passed and it had been a week since I saw him, he started to send longer, more pleading messages, even leaving voicemails. Becoming more desperate to win me back. He sent me flowers, teddy bears and gifts, trying to make up for all he'd done.
One day, he finally showed up at my apartment, looking dishevelled and tired. He rung the bell, waiting and then knocking loudly, "please baby..I know you're in there, just talk to me please.." he whined, as much as I wanted to be petty, the pain in his voice killed me and as soon as I knew it, I was walking towards the door and placing my hand on the doorknob.
I stopped for a second, contemplating my decision. I sighed and opened the door, looking up at him. His eyes lit up as he saw me, his heart pounding in his chest. Without a word Tom stepped inside and pulled me into a tight hug, his arms wrapped around my possessively. "I'm sorry baby...I'm so sorry..I was an idiot, I can't bear you ignoring me like this, I love you..I need you.." he grunted, his voice thick with emotion.
I just stood there, listening to his cries, "I was a fucking idiot..a selfish idiot, I promise I will never treat you like that again baby please..." he buried his face in my neck, his breath hot against my skin. I walked to my couch with him, gently sitting down. He took a shuddering breath, trying to calm himself down.
He sat down on the coffee table in front of me, "just talk to me..please, I miss hearing your voice.." he begged, leaning forward, his voice soft, "look at me, angel. Please. I just want to see your face, talk to me...tell me anything.." he choked out a sob. I slowly looked up at him, he let out a slow breath and his shoulders instantly relaxed just from my eye contact, it was reassuring.
"God...I've missed you. You have no idea. Can I...can I touch you? Just your hand..please.." his eyes were so hopeful, so desperate. I sighed and nodded, "fine..just my hand.." he slowly reached out, his fingers wrapping around my hand. He brought it to his lips, kissing my knuckles gently. He turned my hand over, pressing soft kisses to my palm.
He heard me suck in a breath, and looked up at me, his eyes filled with emotion, "my love.." he continued to kiss my palm, his touch gentle and loving. He nuzzled against my wrist, inhaling my scent. He felt me shift slightly and hope flashed in his eyes, "can I...can I sit by you..." he asked softly, not wanting to scare me off.
As soon as I nodded my head he quickly moved to sit beside me on the couch, still holding my hand. He brought it to his lap, resting it on his thigh, gently rubbing my palm. He snuggled close to me, his shoulders pressing against mine.
I noticed his eyes drifting to my chest, focusing on my cleavage that was ready to burst out of my tight top, then I noticed the tent in his pants, raising an eyebrow and looking at him again. He blushed deeply, his eyes flicking down to where my hand rested on his thigh. "Sorry.." he murmured, "can't help it..you're just so..you" he chuckled awkwardly.
I gently palmed his cock, he let out a low moan, his arms wrapping around my waist to keep me in place. He buried his face against my neck, his hot breath fanning across my skin, "angel....please..don't fucking tease me.." he panted, his hips bucking up to meet yours, "please.."
I moved my hands towards his belt, slowly, ever so slowly taking it off, torturing him even more. I threw it aside and slid his pants down, reaching into his underwear and slowly taking his cock out, giving it a few slow strokes. He threw his head back, his mouth open in a silent scream. His fingers dug into my hips as he thrusted into my touch. "Oh baby..please..I'll beg..I'll do anything..just please..." he was babbling, his mind fogged with desire, "I love you.." he groaned.
I smirked at his desperation, I leaned in and kissed him, continuing to stroke his aching, throbbing cock. He moaned into my mouth, his kiss passionate and desperate. He thrusted into my hand, his whole body tensing, "gonna...gonna..please tell me to...tell me to stop.." he was so close, his voice breathy and broken.
But I didn't, I kept kissing him. As he was about to cum, I pulled away. His eyes shot open and he let out a whine, "what....no baby..no no no.." he clung onto me, trying to move my hand back. I pried myself off him and got up, taking my jeans off to reveal my black thong.
"You don't deserve to cum..not after all you did.." I smirked, his eyes widened at the as he took in the sight of me. He growled, his hands clenching into fists at his sides, trying so hard to not just take me over the coffee table. "Why...what are you.." he panted, sweat beads forming on his forehead. "Please don't torment me.." he was begging, his voice hoarse with need, "come here.." he lunged at me, his arms wrapping around my waist, pulling me close.
He buried his face against my stomach, "please...please..I'm begging you, let me...let me..oh god.." he trailed off, his voice muffled against my skin. "Let me touch you..please.." I looked down at him, never seeing him so...so whiny..so desperate and needy..it kind of turned me on, "worship me.." I said, a sadistic groan forming on my face.
He nodded frantically, his eyes wild with desire. He kissed and nuzzled my stomach, his hands shaking as he reached out to touch me. He kissed my thong-clad pussy, his lips pressing against the fabric. "I'll do anything for you.." he rasped out.
He wrapped his arms around my thighs, holding me in place as he buried his face against my pussy. He kissed and licked at my thong, his nose pressing against the fabric. He looked up at me, his eyes filled with devotion, "let me serve you..please baby.."
I furrowed my eyebrows and pushed his head away, sitting back down on the couch, "no licking" I covered my pussy. He whined and urgently crawled to me, grabbing onto my thighs and burying his face in my lap, his tongue desperately trying to part my thighs and find my cunt.
"Please...please..please.." he begged, over and over. I chuckled softly and spread my legs, "fine.." his eyes lit up and he practically ripped my thong off with his large, rough hands. His tongue flicked out, lapping at my folds, before dipping inside me.
He brought a hand up, his fingers joining his tongue in pleasuring me, "I'm worshipping you, baby. I'm worshipping every inch of you..you're my goddess.." he groaned against my pussy, the vibrations intensifying the pleasure. "Fuck!" I whined, my submission starting to seep in.
He curled his fingers inside of me, stroking that special spot inside me, my moans encouraging him. His tongue swirled around my clit, sucking it gently, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as I felt my release approach.
He wanted to make me cum, to show how much he loved me. "Tom! Oh fuck!" I gasped, sliding my hand down and desperately trying to grab onto his hair, his braids not giving me any hope. I grabbed the bottom of his braids and tugged, moaning loudly and shoving his face further into my pussy.
Tom grunted encouragingly, his arms wrapping around my thighs to hold me in place. He was fully committed to his task, his face drenched with my essence. He could feel me tensing up, my voice reaching a fever pitch, "TOM!" i yelped, "that's it baby, fucking cum, cmon!" he grunted, egging me on.
He doubled his efforts, his fingers curling inside of me now at an intensity I didn't know was possible, his eyes determined and focused on making me cum like I had never before. His tongue flickered against my throbbing nub, bringing me to a level of pleasure I'd never experienced before.
He felt my walls start to flutter around his fingers. He sucked my clit hard, his tongue flicking rapidly over it as he finger fucked me furiously. He wanted to prolong my pleasure to make this moment last. "Cum baby, cum for me now!" he yelled, panting uncontrollably.
"Yesss!" I screamed, whining loudly and tugging on his braids even tighter, he didn't care about the pain, only focusing on making me cum. My scream of ecstasy filled the room as my orgasm crashed over me. He groaned loudly against my pussy, feeling juices flood his mouth. He continued to lap at me, helping me ride out my high.
He chuckled softly and pulled away, "so good...fuck.." he looked up at me, "let me fuck you...please, I'm fucking aching.." he pleaded. I grunted and patted the spot next to me. He rushed to sit down and basically shed his clothes off, now completely naked.
His toned abs on display, my pussy throbbing at the sight. I climbed into his lap and I gently ran my hand down his chest, meanwhile he tugged on my shirt and took it off, along with my bra. His mouth practically watered at the sight of my round, full tits, so perfect and soft.
As he dipped his head to get a taste I smacked him gently, "ah ah ah! Have you earnt it?" I asked sternly, his eyes flashed with heat. He loved this side of me, "please...baby cmon..I'll earn every inch of you, first i'll worship your beautiful breasts.." he leaned down again, more gently this time, pressing a soft kiss to my cleavage.
I hummed in approval, giving him more access. He took one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking gently as he rolled the other between his fingers. He alternates between the two, making me moan softly, my eyebrows furrowing as he kept lavishing attention on both of my breasts. He was in heaven, worshipping my perfect tits, "so beautiful baby. So perfect.." he groaned.
After a few more minutes of Tom worshipping my tits, I finally spoke up, "you've earnt my pussy baby..you want me to ride you, hm?" his had snapped up as soon as he heard my words, his eyes blazing with desire, "yes, baby. Please. I want to feel you ride me, I want to watch these gorgeous tits bounce as you take my cock deep inside your tight pussy," he groaned, sliding his hands down to cup my ass.
I nodded and smirked, I hovered over his hard, throbbing cock, slowly lowering myself onto him, soft whimpers escaping my lips as I took inch after inch. His hands gripped my hips tightly as I sunk down on him. His head tilted back, his eyes fluttering closed at the intense pleasure, "oh baby..you feel so good, so hot, so wet...." he grumbled.
I bit my lip and started to move my hips, his hands slipped from my hips to my thighs, his fingers digging into my flesh as I begun to move. His hips thrusted up to meet me, his breath growing heavier with each passing moment. "Just like that, baby..oh god.." he rolled his eyes back, my hips now slamming into his as I picked up my pace.
His hands glided up to my breasts, kneading the soft flesh as I bounced on his cock. He pinched my nipples, adding to the pleasure, his thick cock filling me completely. "Yess..." he hissed, "faster, harder...take what you need, use me. I'm all yours..." he moaned lowly.
His eyes rolled back in his head, his whole body tense as I rode him with wild abandon. He grunted with each thrust, his cock buried deep inside me. Suddenly, he sits up, wrapping his arms around my waist and holding me into place as he fucks up into me at a brutal pace.
"Ah! Tom, I thought I sai-" he growled and cut me off, "shut up...I fucking need you baby, you're so fucking good.." he groaned, shoving his face into my tits again and sucking on them as he pounded into me relentlessly.
I whined and held onto him tightly, moaning into his ear. He buried his face into my neck, his teeth sinking into my skin as he fucks me with relentless force. He's close, so close. He can feel his balls tightening, his cock throbbing inside me. "Fuck, baby..I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna fucking cum inside you," he panted, "cum with me...cmon.." he reached down in between my legs and started to furiously rub my aching nub.
"Holy fuck, Tom!" I practically screamed, my arms tightening around his neck, bringing us closer together. He smashed his lips into mine and kissed me passionately, swallowing my cries as he stilled, burying himself deep into me before he filled me with his release, his body shuddering.
He continued to move his hips in short, jerky thrusts, milking out every last drop, his fingers never slowing down, "i'm so close! Go faster!" I whined, he instantly complied and repeatedly slammed himself into me, my orgasm crashing down, waves of pleasure coursing through my body.
He groaned at the feeling of my pussy clenching around him, burying his face into my neck and slowly sinking back into the couch, holding me tightly. "Fuck baby...that was amazing.." he sighed heavily, lifting his head and giving me a sweet kiss.
"You didn't even let me be in control.." I crossed my arms, he chuckled and placed a soft kiss on the tip of my nose, "sorry baby, can't help it" I smirked and rolled my eyes playfully.
"But seriously baby...I'm really sorry for how I treated you.." he sighed "it was nothing short of unacceptable and I'm fucking ashamed, you know I love you so much..so..so much" he gently kissed my cheek.
I sighed, the memories flooding back. I was hurt, really hurt but I knew he was sincere, the look in his eyes telling. "I am so..." he punctuated every word with a soft kiss to my face, "so...so.. sorry...baby.." he looked up at me, "you deserve so much better, better than what I've been giving you, I love you so much.." I smiled and gentle cupped his cheek, "I know baby, I know you're sorry and I'll forgive you but if it happens again..." I trailed off.
He nodded and sighed, taking my hand in his and placing a soft kiss. "I promise I'll be better..."
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Regret
Pairing: DarkTom Riddle x (female) Reader
âś This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.
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SUMMARY: Lying is a flaw that Tom doesnât appreciate.
WARNINGS: Toxic relationship.
AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.
Dedicating this to @insectgf cause she's Tom's no.1 fan đ
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You nervously wring your hands as you peer around, eyes searching for movement near the dimly lit dungeon entrance.
The way to the Slytherin Common Room.
You've been waiting for just over half an hour, anxiety building up and infesting your thoughts while you hold vigil in hopes of finding Tom.
You should have never behaved like that. An act of pure stupidity and recklessness, thatâs what it was.
Going to Hogsmeade in the company of a few girls of your dorm.
It was a rare occasion, something you never did before, and you had only relented after much begging and convincing from the girls. A dumb decision â one that led to a dreadful aftermath.
You shouldâve known better. All of your joyful chatter and laughter at The Three Broomsticks immediately ceasing once you spotted the distinct lean figure of Tom seated in a distant table, surrounded by his friends, his brown-eyes fixed on you.
No surprise or shock in his gaze, only cold anger irradiating from his handsome features.
Something almost comprehensible given how you had explicitly told him youâd be spending all afternoon in your dorm, offering the poor excuse of a headache. Â
And now here you are. Scared, shaking like a leaf, waiting for the chance to apologize and beg for forgiveness. Â
You're so pathetic.
The time drags by, and you lose track, feeling as if youâve been waiting for an eternity. But your efforts pay off when the door opens, revealing Tom.
Your heart leaps at the sight and fear clouds your mind when he offers you nothing but a quick murderous scowl that immediately turns into one of composed indifference before walking away past you, barely acknowledging your presence.
You gulp, hurrying after him as he walks with long strides through the empty corridors.
âTom?â
âTomâŚplease.â
The boy ignores your numerous calls, but you keep your hasty pace even when it has you short breathed as Tom quickly charges through the stairways and halls.
âTom, just listen to me.â
âAnd why should I listen to anything you spew out of that filthy mouth of yours?" his snarl scares you as he suddenly turns. "It appears that lies and deception is all I can expect from you.â
You wince, barely opening your lips before Tom walks away, choosing to stare blankly at a wall.
The confusion in your mind dissipates as a large door materializes on the door and only then you realize that youâve reached the 7th floor.
The Room of Requirement.
You hesitate for a moment but proceed to follow Tom as he opens the door with a loud bang. Your existence remains ignored and you take a few small steps inside the room, unsure of how to bring Tomâs attention.
âTom?â
For a moment, the possibility of Tom disregarding you again was present, and you fearfully awaited as the seconds went by without a proper reaction from Tom.
He inhaled sharply, fingers tightening before he relaxed.
But when he finally turned to face you, you almost wished he hadnât.
The venom that darkened his face had your heart faltering, his eyes narrowing into thin slits that held nothing but anger and frustration. He almost looked like a snake.
You felt yourself turning smaller at the sight, suddenly unsure of how to speak.
âI-â
âTrust is a rather curious thing.â he says with his voice oddly serene, âAn invisible yet very powerful bond, one that defines the nature of oneâs relationship. Thatâs how I perceive it.â
âSo, tell me. How many times?â
You look at him, confused.
âTom-â
âHow many times did you break my trust?â he repeats himself, brows contorting with annoyance, âHow many times did you sneak behind my back to meet up with those filthy mudbloods?â
âI- Only this time.â you tearfully admit, lowering your gaze to the floor as Tom angrily hisses something in that strange snake language of his. âI swear, Tom. I-Iâm so sorry.â
âJust this once? And why should I believe your unreliable words? You seem to be very determined in breaking my trust, so tell me why should I consider any of what you say to be true?â
Your lips shake when you bring yourself to look at Tom, tears burning in your eyes.
âBut, âŚâ a minuscule sob cuts you off, much to Tomâs irritation, âit is true. It was only this once, Tom, I swear on my life! I never lied to you before, I promise.â
âIâm so sorry, Tom, I really am!â
The intent with which he examines your pitiful face sets you on edge, heart plummeting against your ribs as you donât dare to say a word.
âProve it.â
âProve wha-â
âProve me that you wonât repeat this act of disloyalty. Assure me how sorry you are.â the way his eyes glint with a new cruel motivation has a shudder running down your body, aware that nothing good will come out of his proposition.
âPerform the Cruciatus Curse. On yourself.â his lips curl at your bewilderment, clearly enjoying taunting you.
This time, the tears overflow and slide down on your face pitifully and you look at Tom, silently begging him with your eyes.
But thereâs no empathy in his face. Only a vile purpose.
âGo on, do it.â he takes a step forward, his tone borderline threatening despite how lightly he speaks. âYou can either punish yourself or Iâll do it for you.â
âBecause I assure you that in the end, you will suffer.â
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"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that." - Dean Winchester Prompt Response
Summary: You and Dean refuse to speak to one another after an argument and Sam has finally had enough.
A/N: Prompt from @creativepromptsforwriting (#941). I loved writing this but I always love it when it comes to Dean. đ And of course, I couldn't resist when it came to Sam in the end. Brothers, gotta love 'em. ;)
Thank you to my beta @rieleatiel for her services. You rock, girl!
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader; Dean Winchester x Female!Huntress!Reader
Warnings: mentions of implied sex
Word Count: 1449
Taglist: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187
Dean Taglist: @heartlessdelusions; @nancymcl; @brightlilith
Jensen Taglist: @samanddeaninatrenchcoat; @deansbbyx
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"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that."
Soldier Boy version ⨠Beau version ⨠Jenny version ⨠Jason version ⨠Tom version ⨠CJ version ⨠Rachel version ⨠Anael version ⨠SDV Leah version ⨠Alec version
Dean snuck a glance at you only to quickly look away when you looked up from your lore book. In return, you snuck a peek at him but pretended you were looking at something else when he lifted his head from one of the hunterâs journals heâd found in storage.Â
Sam had watched this infuriating dance happen at least twelve times by now and it was getting on his last nerve. At first, he thought it was hopeful. Then heartbreaking. Now it was just damn aggravating, more so because he knew his older brother was being his usual stubborn self. All he needed to do was come out and apologize already, and Dean knew that yet still refused to budge an inch.
You and Dean had gotten into an argument during the last hunt. Heâd been upset that you had taken on three vamps by yourselfâsomething you had done back in your high school days, along with killing other creepy things that slithered out of the dark. You were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, which you had proven multiple times, and you knew when to ask for help. Dean didnât want to hear it, claiming you could have been killed had he and Sam not been close by. You both dug in your heels no matter what Sam said, and you two were still at an impasse, giving each other the silent treatment. Still, that didnât stop the longing glances Dean gave you when you werenât looking, or the sad looks you gave him when he was none the wiser. It was driving Sam nuts. He had never met two people who were so stubbornâaside from his parents, of courseâand now that he thought about it, stubborn or not, you and Dean were well-suited for one another.
âYou know,â Sam broke the silence. âAt some point, you two are going to have to talk to each other again.â
Dean shot him a surreptitious glare. You had no problem offering a withering glare of your own.
âLook,â Sam continued. âY/N is right, she can take care of herself and if she needs our help, sheâll say something.â At your triumphant smile, Deanâs gaze darkened.
âNo one asked you to butt in, Sammy,â he warned.
Sam nearly rolled his eyes. âIf I donât, this wonât get resolved because you both are too hard-headed to make the first move. Y/N,â Your eyes darted over to him. âMy idiot brother wonât say it but the reason he got upset is because heâs scared.â
Deanâs free hand clenched into a fist and he gave a subtle shake of his head. Sam ignored him and continued, âHeâs scared something is going to happen to you and he wonât be there to stop it. Thatâs why he freaked out that night. Heâs not trying to tell you what to do or be a controlling jerk. He just wants you to be safe, thatâs all.â
You bit your lip and turned your attention to Dean, who suddenly seemed very interested in the book in his lap. âIs that true?â
After a moment, he ground out, âYeah. Itâs true.â
You stood up, letting the book in your own lap fall to the ground with a heavy thud, and made your way over to Dean. You ripped the book out of his hands, tossed it to the floor, ignored Samâs irritation at your carelessness with such old tomes, and crawled into Deanâs lap, his hands instantly coming around you to support you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned down to kiss him. You felt him immediately begin to relax under your touch and only when his lips were completely pliant and moving with yours did you pull back, staring into his green eyes.
âWhy couldnât you just tell me that?â
He slid his hand up your back and to your hair, tenderly rubbing the strands between his fingers. âI donât know. I just⌠That vamp had you in a hold and it scared the crap out of me when I couldnât reach you fast enough. What if he had gotten more of a drop on you? What ifââ
You gently placed your fingers against his lips, stopping him from finishing that question. âHe didnât. I killed my first vamp at 12, took out my first nest when I was 16. Huntingâs in my blood just as much as it is yours. I know what Iâm doing.â You ran your fingers through his hair reassuringly, scratching at his scalp, and watched him lean into the touch. âBut if you want, we can talk about it. Weâll come up with a plan that makes you feel better and works for both of us. Okay?â
He gave you a dopey smile that melted your heart. The magic touch had worked; the tension from before had finally lifted. âOkay, baby. Sounds good to me.â
You kissed him again, this time with a little more passion. âYou know what else sounds good?â You murmured to his lips when you both needed a breath.
Those green eyes you loved so much immediately lit with an all-too familiar fire. âDo tell.â
You leaned in and whispered your plan into his ear, making sure Sam wouldnât overhear. By the time you pulled back, he was grinning like crazy. Clearing his throat, he helped you off of his lap and back onto your feet as you both turned to face Sam, a mischievous smirk fighting its way onto your face. You knew that would get him going.
âActually, I just remembered I left theâŚstove on in the kitchen. And Y/N here has to go call Jody toâŚgive her an update on the case and how itâs going.â
Sam gave you both a look; he wasnât buying it. You turned and gave the same look to Dean. He really hadnât come up with anything better than that? âI hate you.â
âYou have a weird way of showing that,â he teased, subtly rubbing up against you and smirking. This man was so lucky you loved him.
You shook your head and looked away, your cheeks growing hot. The bastard was turning you on even more and he knew it. Itâd been almost two weeks, the longest youâd gone without since â well, since meeting him.
Sam was the one to clear his throat this time. âWhatever. Happy you both are talking to one another again. Now, go do what youâre going to do but just not in front of me, please. Okay? And youâre welcome.â
Dean shot Sam a look but he was too happy to care what Sam was intimating about his being the one who settled things between the two of you. He gave his younger brother a wide smile. âIf you need us, weâll beâŚâ He trailed off, gesturing to the hallway that led to the rooms.
âOh my God,â you muttered in embarrassment as you grabbed his hand and pulled him after you.
âOh, hey!â Sam yelled. âKeep out of my room this time, Dean. I mean it!â
âYeah, yeah,â Dean called back.
You had just turned the corner when Dean immediately had you up against the wall, kissing you passionately and picking you up, prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist. When you pulled back for air, your brow furrowed in confusion at seeing Dean move past his door. âDean,â you panted. âWhere are you going? You just passed your room.â
âYeah,â he chuckled.
âOkay, then where are you taking me?â
His smirk was so wicked you knew what the answer was before he said it. âSammyâs room.â
âDean, are you kidding me? No!â
âRelax, we wonât be in there long.â
âYou know how upset he was last time and he just saidââ
Dean came to a stop and kissed the crap out of you, effectively silencing you. You may have been a little dazed when he finally let you get some air. âHeâs got the better bed and I want the very best for you, baby.â He then gave you a salacious smirk and leaned in. âPlus I know how much you love that headboard.â
He waggled his eyebrows at you as certain memories replayed in your mind. You were able to hold onto that headboard for a long time, it held you up well, and same for DeanâŚoh shit. Sorry, Sam.
âWhat are you waiting for?â You bit out impatiently, slipping your tongue into his mouth and swallowing his chuckle. As he walked you into Samâs room, shutting and locking the door behind him, you made a mental note to later google the hell out of this headboard and find one for Deanâs bed.
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Nik gets caught playing his favourite sport: Price Watching.
cw: sad Nik is sad; pining, wingman Laswell.
"What're you smiling at?"
"Hm?" Nik dragged his eyes away from where the captain was giving his briefing to the rapt attention of the gathered operators to give Laswell the side eye.
She raised an eyebrow.
"He did the thing," Nik said, unhelpfully.
"The thing."
"Da, the thing he does."
"Nik, Price does a lot of things..."
"You know," he grabbed the straps of an invisible carrier vest, rolled onto his toes and thrust his hips a little at the air, the movement rippling up the length of his torso in a perfect imitation of the captain currently gesturing over a map table at the front of the room, "the thing."
She smacked a hand over her mouth to stifle the guffaw and ended up blowing an undignified half-raspberry into her palm. Sergeant MacTavish raised his eyebrow at her before returning his attention to Price's briefing. She glowered at Nik.
"Laswell, that was very unprofessional," Nik breathed, amused.
"That's rich coming from you, I thought I was the only one who had noticed that," she hissed back in the practiced method of a woman used to keeping her voice hushed in the earshot of others.
Nik hummed and let the conversation lapse as John continued to walk them through the jump and intended target. Nik had read the file four times over and already forwarded his questions ahead of time. As they progressed onto assignments, he leaned towards Laswell again. "You are right. There are a lot of Price things."
"Oh?" She smirked. "Go on."
"When he finishes, he will tap the lieutenant once on the chest with a flat palm as he is standing closest."
She shook her head at him, her smile soft. "Nik..."
"I am right, you'll see."
"What else?"
"He blinks rapidly when he smiles. It is..." He trailed off, but Laswell had the creeping suspicion that the word 'beautiful' or even 'cute' had been about to come out of Nik's mouth. "And he twitches his nose before he drinks his coffee."
"Have you thought about asking him out for a coffee rather than watching him drink it from afar like a peeping tom?"
"He would say no."
"To a coffee?"
"Not to the coffee."
"Somethin' to add Nikolai?" Price called over from the front, and the sternness in his voice made both of them snap to attention.
Nik cleared his throat. "Nyet, captain. Only explaining the exfil to Laswell in simpler terms."
"Leave it 'til I'm done, I'll take any questions at the end."
Laswell nodded tightly and then kicked Nik's shin when Price returned to his explanation. "Asshole."
"Da."
"I'll tell him, you know."
"No you will not."
She sighed. They lapsed into silence again.
Nik continued to watch Price with the same open, adoring expression he thought was camouflaged by the crowd of soldiers around him. Laswell had seen that look on him so many times and yet Nik had never tried to progress his adoration beyond pining from afar. She couldn't understand it; they were perfect for each other. Whipsmart intelligence, bloody minded, grumpy in the morning, mischievous, scars behind their eyes... the list could go on.
"You should ask him out," she whispered.
"I am too old for him."
"Now you're just making excuses..."
Someone had the audacity to shush her and she turned to give them the stink eye only to come face to face with the colonel. Alejandro raised an eyebrow and she gestured her apology with two raised hands before turning back to face the front.
She watched as Nik went to receive the written answers to his enquiries to review before the flight, and waited for Price to head off to his office before she approached Nik again. He was studying the note closely, far longer than necessary. "Handwritten," she said meaningfully, her eyes darting over the notes in Nik's hands.
The briefing concluded and Price... did exactly what Nik had said he would do; one pat on Lieutenant Riley's chest as he dismissed the gathered operators to their assignments. Nik raised both eyebrows and pressed his lips together at Laswell in the most comical 'told ya' expression she had ever seen.
"Da."
"You can't torture yourself like this forever, Nikolai."
"Lucky for me that I do not have forever."
"Macabre, even for you."
He sighed, folding his note from Price carefully so that he could tuck it inside his jacket. "Everything beautiful in my life is taken from me, Laswell. My family, my country. If I keep him at a distance, then there is a chance I will not lose him too. Let me have... this."
"This is yearning and agonising from afar while he's oblivious. It doesn't seem like much."
"It is enough."
"There are no guarantees, not in this life."
"This is true."
She stared at him in hopes of more, but he only looked back placidly. "Coward..."
"Da."
She sighed and threw her hands up, exasperated. "One coffee, Nik. What's the worst that could happen?"
"He could fall in love with me."
"Jesus."
This was going to be a project, wasn't it? Well, what was it that Price said? In for a penny, in for a pound.
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Smoke and Shadow
part two
pairing: Zuko x Princess!reader
notes: final part is here! hope you guys enjoy and thank you for being patient as always
summary: the group is one step closer to finding the missing children and Azula, but that doesnât mean all of their problems will be solved
~ part of the fire lilies series ~
âWe decided to do some investigating after Zuko kicked Aang out of the throne room,â Suki explains to you as your trio runs after the Avatar and Fire Lord. âWe wanted to see if there were any clues left behind from Kiyiâs kidnapping or Azulaâs Kemurikage attack on the palace last night.â
âAnd even though we couldnât find anything, I realized there was something fishy about the way she was able to escape so quickly!â Ty Lee adds with a keen smile. âWhen we used to play hide-and-seek as kids, sheâd always manage to win by hiding in this secret passage way tucked into the palace walls. It must be how the Kemurikage were able to escape so quickly.â
âGood thinking, Ty Lee. Although, I still canât believe she kidnapped her own sister,â you note with a disgruntled shake of your head. âThatâs low even for her.â
âThis is Azula weâre talking about,â Suki reminds you, and that in itself is enough of an explanation for her behavior.
You finally skid to a stop after reaching the palace rooftops where Aang and Zuko land. The Avatar carelessly drops your boyfriend on the tile, and you wince on his behalf before offering Zuko your hand to help him back up onto his feet.
âDid you have fun?â You ask with a teasing smile only for the Fire Lord to scowl.
âDonât ever do that again!â He scolds Aang whilst dusting off his robes.
âOkay, okay, but look!â the boy insists before pressing down on a loose brick that opens up a hidden doorway.
âA secret passageway! So you think this is how Azula and the other Kemurikage escape? How did you figure this out?â
âThey searched for clues after you kicked them out of the throne room,â you tell him with a pointed look that has him shrinking guiltily under your gaze. âI think you owe Aang an apology.â
âYouâre right,â he murmurs sheepishly. âIâm sorry, I should have been more open to your ideas.â
âApology accepted!â Aang chirps happily. âNow whatâs our next move?â
âWell⌠Kiyi could be on the other side.â
âTom-Tom, too. Iâm coming along,â Mai interjects firmly, seemingly forgetting Kei Loâs presence until he corrects her statement with a âWeâre coming along.â
Zuko instructs Suki and Ty Lee to stay back and guard the palace, so you bid your friends goodbye before beginning your descent into the narrow passageway. The hallway is cold and claustrophobic, but Aang and Zuko lead the way with their fire bending, cautioning you to watch your step behind them.
Youâre quiet for the most part, mulling over your thoughts and insecurities now that youâre given a momentâs silence to think. Youâre still feeling a bit insecure about walking in on him with Mai and about his animosity towards Kei Lo, but you havenât had the chance to talk to him yet. The long distance has been hard on your relationship, and sometimes itâs hard to keep consistent communication when both of you have duties to tend to and entire nations to run, but you never thought it would be a problem. Now, youâre not so sure.
You recall what Azula had told you during your time in the Forgetful Valley, how you and Zuko were an âunnaturalâ pair that would never work. You hate to admit it or even think it, but what if sheâs right? What if youâre just kidding yourself? Maybe Mai really has been the right girl for him all along. After all, she is Fire Nation, and she certainly is more qualified to be dating the Fire Lord than you are. You wish Suki were here to talk to, surely sheâd know just what to say and could stop you from spiraling like you are now, but without her it seems itâs just you and your thoughts for now.
âHey, I didnât get to introduce myself earlier,â a voice says, pulling you out of your thoughts. âIâm Kei Lo, Maiâs boyfriend.â
âYes, Iâm sorry, everythingâs just been so chaotic. Iâm y/n, Zukoâs girlfriend.â
âThatâs right, Mai told me. Say, arenât you a Chief? Should I be calling you Chief y/n instead?â
âJust y/n is perfectly fine,â you correct him with an awkward laugh. Unbeknownst to you, Zuko is listening in on every word. He doesnât trust Kei Lo, not one bit, and he doesnât want him roping you into any trouble. He doesnât care if he really isnât in cahoots with the Safe Nation Society, if Kei Lo so much as looks at you in a way Zuko doesnât like heâll be tossed into a cell immediately.
âSo howâs a Chief of a water tribe end up dating the Fire Lord?â He asks with a laugh.
âItâs a very long story.â
âPlease spare me the details,â Mai says with a roll of her eyes.
âYeah, it may not be the best time for that story,â you note with an apprehensive smile.
âYouâre probably right. Still, itâs a pretty awkward situation weâve all found ourselves in.â
âYou can say that again.â
After some time group is finally able to reach the end of the passageway, and the only thing standing in your way from the other side is a solid wooden door.
âThis must be it,â Zuko announces hopefully. âBehind this door could be Kiyi and Tom-Tom.â
âAnd Azula,â Aang adds apprehensively before helping the Fire Lord push the heavy wood open. The creak of the old hinges is deafening, echoing in the silent hallway, and you watch with bated breath as the light from the other side slowly begins to seep in. Carefully, you follow the two out the door only to be met with a disappointing site.
There are no missing children and there is no Azula. Instead, youâre faced with a gloomy and desolate graveyard.
âWhat is this place?â You murmur in awe, your eyes scanning across the expanse of withered headstones. Youâve never seen anything like it.
âIâve been here before,â Zuko notes thoughtfully, âthis is the royal family graveyard.â
âI thought thatâs what the Dragonstone catacombs were for,â Aang questions with furrowed brows.
âNo, the catacombs are only for Fire Lords. This place is for everyone else. Itâs called the Garden of Tranquil Souls.â
âReally? Well, I hate to break it to you, Zuko, butâŚâ the Avatar begins uneasily, and you follow his shifting gaze towards the clouds of smoke that begin to surround the graveyard. Taking a step back, you reach to unclip your water pouch as the dark figures begin to close in on your group. âThe souls here donât seem all that tranquil!â
The group of Kemurikage donât hesitate to attack, and immediately your group is split apart as you all begin to defend yourselves against their assault. Blasts of fire are shot your way left and right, but youâre able to deflect it every time with your water bending. You manage to take down two of the spirits by encasing them up to their necks in ice, but your progress only seems to make a dent in their ambush. Zuko and Aang are still corned back to back, and Azula has managed to single out Mai and Kei Lo. She holds the boy by the collar of his shirt, eyes full of malice and hand ready to strike him with her blue flames despite Maiâs pleas for her to leave her boyfriend alone.
Before she can harm him, you send a blast of water towards her with an effortful grunt that shoots her across the graveyard and into one of the pillars. The impact is forceful enough to put a crack in the tombstone and disorient Azula momentarily to allow Kei Lo and Mai the chance to escape.
âAre you alright?â You ask him after rushing towards the couple. Mai helps him to his feet before looking to you, her eyes full of gratitude and sincerity.
âThank you,â she says earnestly, and you give her an appreciative nod in return.
Rising from the ground with a grunt of pain, Azula is filled with rage at your assault on her. How dare you think you can beat her at her own game?
âHelping out your competition? Thatâs pathetic even for you, dearest,â she insults, irises aflame with fury. âPerhaps you and Zuko are more compatible than I thought.â
âWhatâs pathetic is the fact that youâre still obsessed with becoming Fire Lord,â you spit back, water cloaking your arms to form tentacle-like limbs for attack.
âOh, Iâm much past that now. I have a new mission,â she notes airily with a passive wave of her hand. Her eyes harden suddenly then and electricity begins to spread across her fingertips. âOne that simply wonât work with you in the picture.â
Before she can raise her hands to strike you with her lightening blast, Zuko is quick to send a hail of flames her way to distract her. âLeave her out of this! Itâs me you want!â
âOh, Zuzu, always so dramatic,â she mocks before creating a cloud of smoke to cover her as she runs away.
âYou have to go after her!â You exclaim urgently. âIâll stay back and help Aang handle the rest of the Kemurikage.â
After ensuring youâll be fine without him, Zuko gives you one final nod before chasing after his sister. You, on the other hand, rush back towards Aang to see if he needs any help. However, it seems heâs been able to manage the assailants just fine on his own.
âPrincess! Whereâd everybody go?â He asks, perplexed at the sudden disappearance of your group.
âZuko went after Azula. Iâm not sure where Mai and Kei Lo are,â you note as you scan the garden for any sign of them. âWhat do we do now? We still havenât found the missing children.â
As if on cue, a shrill voice coming from the passageway calls out for help. You exchange an alarmed glance with Aang before immediately sprinting back into the doorway. A breath of relief leaves you at the sight of Maiâs father with the children in tow, but your ease is short lived at the sight of the two Kemurikage that hold them captive.
âLook!â One of the kids exclaims. âItâs the Avatar and Chief y/n!â
âHi kids, weâve been looking all over for you!â Aang says with an overjoyed wave.
âAre you guys alright?!â You call out protectively. âIs anyone hurt?â
âWeâre great!â Kiyi calls back prompting you to let out a relieved laugh. Youâre so happy to see her and see that sheâs okay, but your joyous reunion is quickly cut short by the two spirits who begin to approach the two of you with whips of fire.
âHang on, kids!â You tell them before beginning to take on the Kemurikage. Thereâs two of them, so you and Aang each take on one. Theyâre powerful fighters, but the safety of the children is on the line, so you use all of your might to fight them off as best as you can.
You counter their whip with one of your own, slicing through their weapon each time before it can strike you. While one of your hands controls the water whip, the other sends constant shards of ice hurtling toward the cloaked woman. You can tell sheâs beginning to tire, your attacks too much for her to keep up with, but youâre too focused to notice the second figure approaching closely behind you. The Kemurikageâs whip is raised to strike you in the back, but their attack is halted by the blade that slices through the air and pins their hand against the wall.
âWhat-!â You exhale in surprise, turning just in time to see Mai swoop in and finish the job. The last two spirits have been apprehended, and youâve been spared a wound that surely could have been fatal.
âSomeone had to watch your back,â Mai explains with a faint smile. âYou had ours.â
âThank you,â you utter with a breathless grin. It feels nice to not hate each other for once, and you actually seem to work quite well together.
âY/n! Y/n!â A voice calls, stealing your attention away from the girl and back to the children. Kiyi sprints towards you with a gleeful smile, and youâre quick to scoop her up into your arms and give her the tightest hug. âYou came back!â
âI promised, didnât I?â You say with a playful smile, carefully pushing back the hair from her face. âIâm so relieved to see youâre okay, and I know Zuko will be too.â
âGuess what? Iâm a fire bender now!â She boasts proudly. âI burned a hole through the door so we could escape!â
âThatâs incredible!â You praise with a laugh. âWait until your brother hears this.â
Across the way, Mai cradles her little brother in her arms and watches you speak animatedly with Zukoâs sister. Your interest in Kiyiâs story is completely genuine, and she can see just how much the girl values your opinion. Itâs so different from the way Azula used to talk about you, speaking poorly of your character and diminishing you to nothing but a weak Princess. Maybe Mai had judged you too harshly. After all, she might not have been able to get her brother back without your help.
âThank you again for your help,â she tells you after setting Tom-Tom down to allow him to bid his goodbyes to his new friends. âI was wrong about you, and I shouldnât have let my resentment cloud my judgement the way I did. I guess I really donât hate you as much as I thought I did.â
âI appreciate you saying that,â you express with a careful smile. Perhaps things will always be awkward between the two of you, but this is at least a good start.
After making sure all of the children are accounted for, your group exits the passageway just as Zuko emerges from one of the mausoleums. Kiyi is quick to sprint towards her brother, and you watch on with a smile at the way his eyes seem to light up while hugging her close.
âKiyi! I canât tell you how worried I was about you.â
âI wasnât worried at all!â She notes with a grateful smile. âYou shouldâve seen it, Zuzu! Y/n helped the Avatar take those nasty ladies down!â
âShe did, did she?â He asks playfully, glancing over to you with a grateful smile. You simply give him a sheepish shrug in return. âIâll have to be sure to give her my thanks.â
âAnd Azula?â You ask him, but his solemn gaze is enough of an answer. âShe said she had a new mission, did she tell you what it was?â
âShe wasnât interested in becoming Fire Lord, she was interested in turning me into the type of Fire Lord she would be. The type that rules with fear, ruthlessness. Just like my father. Azula says I canât escape who I am, and it will only be a matter of time before Iâm just like her.â
âYou donât believe that, do you? Youâre nothing like Azula,â you say earnestly. âYou never will be.â
âI know,â Zuko murmurs softly, but you can see the slightest bit of doubt in his eyes and it saddens to you to know he doesnât fully believe it to be true. âBut either way she escaped. I donât know where she is or when sheâll return.â
âWeâll be there to help you if she does come back, buddy,â Aang consoles with a comforting hand on the Fire Lordâs shoulder. âFor now, letâs just focus on returning these kids back to their families.â
âGood point, Aang. Now,â you say, looking to the children who stare up at you with tired eyes that immediately brighten when you ask, âwhoâs ready to go home?â
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Peace has been restored in the Fire Nation; the children have been returned safely to their parents, and Zuko has earned the forgiveness of his people for his mishandling of the situation. Everything is almost perfect.
You lean against the balcony of your room for the night and stare up contemplatively at the moon. Yue shines beautifully as always, and you find comfort in her light as you battle against the darkness clouding your thoughts. Your doubts about your relationship still rage on, and you havenât been able to fight them off no matter how hard you try. You havenât mentioned anything to Zuko, not wanting to distract him from his duty to his people, but the suffering in silence act youâve been pulling all day hasnât been helping your state of mind. Suki had urged you to talk to him, stating you had nothing to worry about because sheâs seen firsthand how much he misses you when youâre away, but you were too anxious to follow through. What if you wonât like what you hear when you finally speak to Zuko?
Youâre too engrossed in your thoughts to hear your door open or the quiet footsteps that head towards you, and it isnât until heâs right beside you that you finally feel the familiar warmth that constantly emanates from his body. You donât have to look to know that itâs Zuko.
âSuki said I should come to talk to you,â he says softly, golden eyes looking to you inquisitively. âIs everything alright?â
âI⌠Iâm not sure,â you admit quietly, nervously fidgeting with your fingers and refusing to meet his gaze.
âWhat is it?â
His hand sneaks its way in between your own to halt your fidgeting and reassure that heâs right there with you and ready to listen to whatever it is you have to say. Sighing, you finally look to him with uncertainty swimming in your eyes.
âDo you have feelings for Mai?â
Heâs stunned to stay the least, eyes widening slightly in surprise at your question. Itâs certainly the last thing he expected you to ask him.
âIs this what you were trying to talk to me about earlier?â He presses gently, frowning at the way you slowly nod your head. âI seeâŚâ
âJust be honest with me, Zuko,â you plead desperately. âWe promised weâd never keep secret from each other anymore, so if thereâs something to tell then tell me. I can handle it.â
âI canât stand here and tell you that it didnât look bad when you walked in on Mai and I,â Zuko admits with a sigh. âBut I can tell you that nothing was going on.â
âI heard you say you care about her.â
âIt was out of context. I was trying to make things right for the sake of finding the children- she was obviously still upset over what went down between us, and I was trying to keep the peace so that we could work together to find our siblings. Iâve known her since we were kids, and if it werenât for her I never would have been able to escape Boiling Rock and come back to you. So in a way I guess I do care for her, but itâs nothing compared to how much I care for you.â
âWhat about your animosity towards Kei Lo? You seemed⌠jealous of him.â
âI wasnât jealous, I just didnât trust him. I still donât,â Zuko says adamantly. âI wasnât exactly thrilled about having to release him because I didnât want him to try and pull anything. I didnât want Mai getting hurt, and I especially didnât want him putting you in any danger.â
âSo⌠so you donât have feelings for her?â You ask meekly, the slightest bit of doubt still present in your voice.
âIâve never had feelings for her,â Zuko says earnestly before gently taking your hands in his own. âYouâre the only girl for me, y/n. I was stupid enough to let you go once, but Iâm never making that mistake again.â
You canât help but smile at his admission, tears beginning to well in your eyes as you throw your arms around him in a tight embrace that he immediately returns. It feels like a weight has finally been lifted off your shoulders, and all the worry and self doubt you had is finally beginning to melt away.
âI never want you to feel doubtful or insecure about our relationship ever again. Iâm going to do everything in my power to do better,â he professes earnestly. âI love you more than you know, and you donât ever have to worry about someone coming between us again.â
âI love you, Zuko.â
He pulls you in for a kiss, and with the moonlight shining down upon you both, everything is almost perfect.
For neither of you notice the pair of golden eyes that stare down at you from the rooftops with disdain and disgust before disappearing into the shadows.
âPathetic.â
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Hiiii, how are you? I have this on my mind for such a long time. I dont know how to explain this but im gonna try my best! So like Tom had really hard day and take it out on reader, like really rough sex, and hes gonna call her like someone really mean stuff, but reader after while get really overwhelmed and overstimulated and say her safeword. It will end with fluff.
You dont have to write it if you feeling uncomfortable with it ofc! I hope you've a good day!<3
safeword
tom kaulitz x reader
summary: you get a bit too overwhelmed
tags: smut warning!!, rough sex, overstimulation, degrading, dom! tom, dacryphilia, cunnilingus (fem receiving), use of safewords, slapping/spanking, squirting, use of the word cvnt, unprotected sex (wrap it up!!), reader is on birth control though :), spitting in someoneâs mouth, tom having a breeding kink bc i said so, use of the words wh0re, fvck toy and slvt :), aftercare, crying, some angst, fluff!! :)
lowercase intended :)
smut under cut- both tom and reader are 18+!! minors dni!!
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you gasp, hands tugging his hair as your back arches. tomâs lips wrap around your clit, sucking harshly as his fingers draw another orgasm from you. your thighs shake around his head as you whimper, tears staining your cheeks. âtom- please- itâs too much..!â you moan, glad that the two of you were completely alone so the rest of the band couldnât hear you. âjust a few more, baby.â tom mumbles, completely drunk off your pussy as he once again refuses to move away. his tongue moves down your slit, pushing into your hole to lap up any juices, they stain down his chin as he hums against your cunt. âtommy, please..!â you squeeze your thighs around his head. shuddering as you cum on his tongue.
tom chuckles, prying your thighs open so he had more room to pleasure you. his tongue moves up again to flick against your swollen clit, fingers slick with your cum as he thrusts them into you again. ât-tom, sâtoo much-!â you wail, squeezing around his fingers tightly. âyou can take more than this baby. i havenât gotten to fuck you yet.â he purrs, hand moving to pin your hips to the bed as you thrust them against his face. âdonât be a bratâŚâ he mumbles to you, kissing along your pussy just to feel you twitch and flutter. âplease, just fuck me already.â you whine, eyes looking down at him. he hums, moving up your body to kiss your lips.
the taste of you almost makes you cringe, yet tom adored it, he loved eating you out. âsince you asked so nicely.â he smiles at you, lips latching onto your neck to suckle a dark hickey onto your skin. his cock presses against your cunt, itâs hot and sticky due to the pre cum that had gathered as he ate your cunt. âtom, please.â you beg, voice hoarse. he hums, wetting his cock using your cum. âyouâre so pretty when youâre underneath me.â he tells you, pushing his cock in rather roughly. you gasp at the feeling of being stretched fully, immediately clenching down on his cock. tom groans, thrusting into you no matter how hard you squeezed him. âtom-! tom!â you moan, unable to find any other words as your nails dig into the soft skin of his back. tom winces slightly as you leave deep red marks behind on his back, sucking in a breath through his teeth as his hands push your thighs open to give himself more room.
his tip hammers against that sweet spot that had you sobbing, your cum gushing against him as you writhe a little. âstay still.â tom grumbles, hooking one of your legs over his shoulder to hit even deeper. you whimper out a soft apology, yet itâs cut off as you moan loudly. tom adores it, his lustful eyes drinking in how your tears rolled down your cheeks. your hips buck against his, legs trembling as you whimper and whine. âsuch a needy whore.â he purrs, thumb moving down to your clit. you gasp as he rubs harsh circles over your sensitive bud, cumming even harder as he fucks you senseless. âbaby-â you choke out. tom drops your leg down so you could hook them around his hips, drawing him in even further. âyouâre such a whore for me, arenât you? my pretty little slut.â
you whine at his harsh words, back arching. âtom-â you whine, yet he cuts you off with a harsh slap. âsluts donât speak.â he scolds, hand moving down to grab your ass. you whimper softly, body rocking with each hard thrust. you canât help the loud moans that fall from your lips as you cum again, and again- all whilst tom held out. âgod, youâre so fucking needy for me.â tom grunts, his own orgasm close. âtom-â he spanks your ass hard, leaving a red mark behind. âshut up.â he glares at you, you whimper softly. âs-sorry..!â you gasp, back arching. tom groans softly. âshit⌠youâre such a little slut- taking me so well. fuck-â he pants softly, fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs. âtommy-!â
âhow many times do i have to tell you to shut up? good sluts donât talk, do they?â he grabs your jaw, leaning down. you open your mouth, letting him spit onto your tongue. âswallow.â he demands, closing your mouth for you. you do so, making sure he can see your throat move as you swallow his spit. âso you can follow orders. whyâre you trying to be such a brat for me?â he coos, watching you sob at the overstimulation. âaw, my baby is just so pathetic, isnât she?â tom laughs, itâs cold and cruel. you didnât particularly like when he got this mean, yet you were too busy having your brains fucked out to fully compute what he was saying. âtom, i need you..â you request meekly, hands grabbing at his shoulders. âi know you do. fuck- youâre so lucky.â he grunts, cock twitching as he grows even closer. âso so lucky. my pretty little whore.â
tom moans as he cums, filling you up, yet he doesnât stop thrusting into you as if it were his only purpose. you moan, back arching as your noises crumble into pleasured sobs. âfuck⌠my pretty little fuck toy- youâre so hot like this.â tom groans, pushing his tongue into your mouth as he kisses you. you kiss back weakly, thighs squeezing his hips. âyou donât realise how lucky you are, do you?â he smiles innocently, finally pulling out from you. before you can even begin to come down from your high, his fingers are pushing his cum back in, thrusting faster than before. you wail, back arching as you try to move your hands down to grab his wrist. tom snatches your hand, pushing them both above your head as he continues to pleasure you.
âso many girls want this, i could go out and find another so easily. youâre so lucky.â he coos, you snap, breaking down into sobs. âred..! red!â you whimper, tomâs eyes widen a little as he pulls his fingers from your sopping cunt. âshit- iâm sorry baby. i didnât mean to-â he cuts himself off as you move away slightly, sniffling and whimpering as you curl up a little. âi donât mean that, baby. iâm sorry.â he whispers, moving over to try and comfort you. âjust- stop for a moment, please.â your voice wavers. tom feels terrible; he knows how insecure you got, knows how you felt in the beginning of your relationship. âi didnât mean it.â he tells you softly, hoping youâd at least look at him.
tom ponders for a moment before getting up off the bed, heâs angry- but not at you; at himself for being so stupid as to say that to you. he looks around, gathering his clothes and pulling them on. your soft cries break his heart, he hates being the reason that youâre upset. tom glances at you before leaving the room, you hear him jogging away. you sniffle, curling up tighter as you sob. your brain is filled with all sorts of possibilities, some completely unrealistic, yet youâre too upset to decipher many of them. assuming tom had left, you bury your face into his pillow, sobbing harder.
you donât know how long you had been crying, your head hurts, your nose is stuffy. the door slowly clicks open. tom pants, gathering himself as he steps inside. âbaby.â he coos, moving over to the bed. âhave you not moved?â he frowns, crouching beside you. you whimper softly, finally looking at him. âoh my sweet girl⌠donât cry.â he sighs, kissing your forehead gently. you want to push him away, yet you canât. âwhy did you leave me?â you hiccup, tears still falling. âi went out and got you some of your favourite snacks.â tom explains, he puts a bag down on the floor beside the bed. you hum a little, letting tom scoop you up from his bed. âcâmon, you need to get cleaned up.â he mumbles, bringing you into the bathroom that was adjoined to his bedroom.
you sniffle as tom sits you down on the counter, watching him grab a towel and dampen it. with tender care, he carefully cleans you up, being careful as to not press too hard. youâre silent, excusing the occasional sniffles and your breath hitching. tom feels terrible. âiâm so sorry, babyâŚâ he sighs, kissing your lips gently. âi love you, iâd never ever cheat on you. i donât know what i was thinkingâŚâ tomâs eyes are full of regret as he wipes your cheeks for you. you hum, hugging him tightly. âitâs okayâŚâ you sigh, voice hoarse. âno, baby- itâs not. iâm really sorry.â tom hugs you back, a wave of relief washing over him. âi suppose there is a way you can make it up to me.â you smile a little, pulling away. âanything, baby. iâll do anything.â he replies rather desperately.
âi get to wear anything in your closet, cuddles, snacks- and watch a movie with me- i get to pick!â you list off, tom smiles widely. âof course baby.â he chuckles, lifting you from the counter. you giggle softly, hugging his neck to keep yourself balanced. tom letâs you down, watching you move to his closet. smiling to yourself, you pick out your favourite hoodie; which coincidentally was also one of tomâs. he rolls his eyes playfully, yet deep down he didnât mind. snatching a pair of his boxers, you slip into his clothes before getting into bed. tom gets in beside you, handing you the remote. âthank you..!â you chirp, seemingly brightened. âno problem, baby.â he mumbles. leaning over, he picks up the bag he had left on the floor, putting it down between the two of you. turning on the tv, you rummage through the cdâs tom owned. you hum slightly, finally picking ghostbusters. âghostbusters?â tom raises his brows. âi get to pick..!â you remind him, getting up to put it into the cd player. tom hums, bringing the snacks out of the bag. âof course, of course.â he smiles, stealing a quick kiss.
you set the snacks aside, cuddling into tomâs chest. he exhales slowly through his nose. âiâm sorry again, baby. i love you.â he mutters, kissing your head. âi know.â you reply innocently. tomâs stomach sinks. you let your words marinate for a second before looking up at him. âiâm just messing with you. i love you too.â you smile, kissing his lips. âyou little minx.â he chuckles, kissing you again. âthe movies starting.â he tells you; you hum gently. he canât keep his eyes on the screen, too busy looking at you. youâre curled up beside him, head resting on his chest as you watch the movie. tomâs hands gently rub your back, watching you melt into him even further. âwatch the movie..!â you scold gently, hand softly hitting his side. âsorry.â he smiles, turning back to the tv. you smile, letting your legs tangle between his, arms squeezing his torso tightly as you listen to his heart beat methodically.
the movie carries on, and around the 30 minute mark tom glances back down at you. youâd dozed off, eyes closed, mouth slightly agape as you breathe slowly. tom smiles, pausing the movie and moving the snacks from the bed and onto the bedside table. âi love you, baby.â he tells you, craning his neck and kissing your forehead gently. you hum sleepily, clinging to tom even tighter as you slept. he sighs, wondering how he got so lucky to be with you.
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SUMMARY: When Y/Nâs rushed morning leaves her hair down, Tom Riddle finally gets the chance to approach her, revealing a long-kept admiration.
AUTHORS NOTE: Based on a scene I saw on tiktok from the book Bosses Secret by Serene.
The morning sun barely peeked over the towers of Hogwarts when Y/N burst out of her dormitory, running down the empty corridors, half out of breath already. Sheâd never woken up so lateâher hair still hung loose in soft waves around her shoulders, and her robes were hastily pulled on over her uniform. She didnât usually look like this; she was used to a neat bun or braids that framed her face perfectly. But today, she hadnât had the time to fuss over any of that.
As she rounded a corner, clutching her bag tight to her side, she nearly collided with none other than Tom Riddle. Tall, poised, and sharp as ever in his crisp prefectâs robes, he glanced at her with a raised eyebrow. Y/N felt her cheeks warm immediately. She wasnât sure why it had to be him she bumped into, but somehow it felt both horrifying and⌠oddly thrilling. This was Tom Riddle, the infamous and admired Slytherin prefect who practically commanded respect from everyone he passed, herself included.
âSorry, Riddle,â she blurted, trying to catch her breath. She began to stammer, unable to look him in the eyes as she tugged at the sleeves of her robes, feeling entirely disheveled. âI know Iâm a mess andââ
âY/N, right?â he interrupted softly, his gaze fixed on her. Before she could finish her apology, he reached out and gently brushed his fingers through a loose curl that had fallen over her shoulder. The touch was light, and he seemed almost curious, as though it was a move heâd planned but never dared to make until now.
For a split second, she froze, her heart hammering at the unexpected closeness. His gaze softened ever so slightly as he held the lock of her hair between his fingers, studying it as if it held some kind of secret.
âItâs okay,â he murmured, his voice lower, just for her. âYou look beautiful like this, by the way.â
A surge of warmth flooded her cheeks, her eyes widening as she looked up at him, unable to find her voice. She had never seen Tom look at anyone the way he was looking at her nowâintensely, yet with a touch of softness. And it was the first time heâd ever even spoken to her.
âYou⌠you think so?â she managed, a bit taken aback.
His lips quirked into a small, rare smile as he dropped his hand back to his side. âYes. Itâs⌠refreshing,â he said, his gaze unwavering. âIâve seen you every day, and yet I feel like Iâm only really noticing you for the first time.â
Her heart stuttered at his words, and she couldnât suppress a small, shy smile of her own. There was something almost surreal about this moment, standing in the empty hallway with Tom Riddle, her hair loose and unkempt, while he looked at her like she was the only person in the world.
âWell,â she said, still a little flustered, âI canât promise Iâll look like this again.â
âPerhaps you donât have to,â he replied smoothly. He glanced down the corridor, his usual unreadable expression flickering back into place, though his eyes still held a hint of warmth when he looked back at her. âJust⌠donât rush off too quickly next time.â
And with that, he gave her one last, lingering look before turning and continuing down the hallway, leaving her standing there, her heart racing and her thoughts a chaotic, breathless blur.
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slytherin boys see you get flirted with at a party
â in this scenario, the slytherin boys and u are in the talking stage
â draco malfoy
similar to tom, he would just storm out
asks you about it the next day in an accusing tone
clingy all day after u tell him you didnât flirt back (his way of apologizing)
weirdly enough, after being scared and never straightforward in the talking stage, he mans up and asks you to be his gf
â blaise zabini
chuckles to himself as he sees you looking bored and repulsed
doesnât intervene, he knows he has no right since you guys arenât official yet
if the guy starts being a dick, he will get u out, otherwise will only ask you about it the next day
feels jealous, but this just proves to him that he needs to ask you to be his gf asap
â tom riddler
doesnât even think about the possibility that the guy coming onto you is against your will
leaves without a word
the guy somehow happens to be paired up with him in dueling practice next monday
he does not hold back
he will not talk to you for a week
â lorenzo berkshire
âdid u flirt back? bet you did, huhâ in the meanest tone ever
would give u the silent treatment for a small time
you already know heâs gonna be at your dorm room at 2 am after Blaise talked to him and called him a bitch for acting like a one
never apologizes for his behavior, but is more open about u two having something going on between u onward to prevent any future casualties of the sort
â theodore nott
notices you being flirted with and happens to spill a drink on the guy
looks at said guy with 0 remorse, hits him with an âoopsâ before walking away
leaves you alone since he knows you two arenât official (yet), he just needed to get u away from that prick. itâs for your sake. youâre welcome.
â mattheo riddle
sees you being flirted with almost immediately since he was staring at you from the other end of the room
walks over to you and puts a hand on your waist, looking at the guy with a ���fuck offâ look
the guy is pissed off and walks off
heâs also pissed off and u tease him for being jealous
generally just very possessive and always has a hand on your waist, arms, back, thighs, whatever heâs allowed for the rest of the night
â this is my first tumblr post of the sort so please give me tips on how to make them better or how to make them more like their charcter would be, if i made them ooc. botched english? 1 am and not my first language HA
thank uuu ^^
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PRICE OF FAME (PART 10/12)
helloooo, here are these two messy cuties once again, i hope you enjoyyy
18+ â MINORS DNI
pairing: rockstar!eddie x journalist!reader
summary: time is almost up but who could deny a good karaoke session?
contains: enemies to lovers trope, alcohol consumption, mentions of drug use, sexual themes, slight angst, those awkward/cringey scenes where they're singing (i apologize in advance), and lots of mixed feelings <3
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Steve and Robin love karaoke.Â
Nancy had warned you that the friendly pair practically fiend for a good karaoke sesh, but you hadnât expected them to be as enthusiastic as they turned out to be.
For some odd reason, the city seems less busy today, so you, Eddie, and Eddie's friends can take up as much room as youâd like on the sidewalk.Â
In front of you, Robin and Steve are seriously debating what the first song on the queue will be. Walking just a few paces behind them is Nancy, whoâs quietly taking in the city's bright lights; and next to you, palm burning a hole through your hand with his addicting touch, is Eddie.
Itâs stupid, you think. The way Eddie has seen you stripped down and bare, whining and quivering for him at what could arguably be your most vulnerable state, yet you still find your heart racing 100 miles a minute with this soft gesture of holding hands.
Sure, youâve held his hand before, but not for this long. Not in public when itâs not the heat of the moment and youâre simply walking around. Itâs weird and new, and it makes your stomach twist in a good way, but fuckâ you chicken out when Robin and Steve turn to face you, Nancy, and Eddie.
âSteve wants to start karaoke with Queenâ like any karaoke amateur would.â Robin huffs as Steve rolls his eyes. You slip your hand from Eddieâs hold before either of them can clock the gesture, and you avoid looking at Eddie when he clears his throat.
âBecause itâs the perfect opener!â Steve stresses. âEverybody always does, Queen, Steve! Plus, Iâm not even sure I can physically pull through with how long their songs are.â Robin argues.Â
Steveâs jaw dropped as if Robin had just said the most foul thing heâd ever heard, âTheir songs are not that long. And even if they are, theyâre fucking amazing, so whatâs your point.â âMy point is weâre not starting the night with Queen.â
Theyâre an interesting group of friends, youâll admit. Interesting in the sense that you swear they could be a part of some sitcom with how funny and unpredictable their conversations and interactions are.
By the time you reach the karaoke bar, Steve and Robin have an entire list of songs mentally queued up, and they make a beeline to the DJ operating the music as you and Nancy snag a table towards the middle of the room. The bar is to one side of the room while the stage is at the front, and the DJ booth is at the back; the rest of the room is full of tables where people chatter, laugh over drinks, and sing along with whoever is currently doing their performance. Eddie had split off to get drinks the second you entered the bar, so itâs just you and Nancy as you settle at the wooden table.
âAre you going to sing?â Nancy questions from the other side of the table. You pull a face, shrugging your shoulders up to your ears, âIâm not sure, maybe once I get a few drinks in me. How about you?â Nancy softly laughs with a playful roll of her eyes, âUnfortunately, I doubt Robin will let me escape this one.â
As if summoned, Robin slides into the seat right next to Nancy. âI put you down together, but thereâs a few people ahead, so start thinking of the song youâll sing.â She gestures between you and Nancy. You shrug, accepting defeat, and before you can pitch an idea for a song to Nancy, Robin is leaning her elbows against the table and blinking at you, âSo, letâs cut to the chase. Whatâs going on between you and Eddie?â She asks.
Nancyâs eyes widen as she instinctively jabs her elbow into Robinâs ribs, âOw!â âRob, you canât just ask people thatâ god.â You softly laugh as Robin rubs at her sore side. âSorry if Iâm interested in keeping tabs on my friend!â Robin sarcastically argued.
Nancy rolls her eyes and sends you an apologetic look. âLook, Iâm just guessingâ based on the fact that you two were in the back of a fancy restaurantâ that something is going on. Ohâ unless this is, like, a business thing, then you can totally ignore me.â Robin rambles.
âRobin,â Nancy stresses. Your cheeks seem to ache from the amused expression on your face as Nancy turns to you, âYou donât have to answer either way since itâs none of our business.â She says, voice raising near the end as she glares at Robin. Robin rolls her eyes, and you laugh with a shake of your head as you shift in your seat. âNo, itâs fine, I understand, but um,â You shrug, âItâs just a business thing.â You finally answer.
And, technically, youâre not wrong. There is a business transaction going on between you and Eddie⌠and the rest of the band, which is primarily the basis of your relationship, but youâre not sure how appropriate it would be to say, âYeah, I mean, Eddie hated me, but now he doesnât, so then we fucked yesterday but then his manager basically told us to squash whatever that was, so now weâre kind of in a weird spot because we donât hate each other but we canât like each other. Oh yeah, and hereâs the kicker, Eddieâs been a total asshole this entire time, and itâs fucked with my head a bit. But apparently, he wants to change!â
Itâs a colorful mess of loopholes and twists and turns that probably nobody will fully understand aside from you and Eddie, soâŚ. business thing it is.Â
Robin seems to take that as an answer, but Nancy is now intrigued by your tone, âThat didnât sound very sure.â She playfully raises a suggestive eyebrow. Robin hums, âWhat happened to it being none of our business?â She points out, to which Nancy just waves a dismissive hand in response. âItâs a business thing, butâŚâ Nancy prods. Your face warms as you lift your shoulders in a shrug, âI mean, itâs⌠itâs complicated.âÂ
Nancy nods with a shrug as she shifts in her seat, âSo, how did you two meet?âÂ
You take a deep breath as you lean to rest your elbows on the table, âWell, Iâm a writer for Rolling Stone magazineââ Robin gasps, grabbing your attention, âNo shit? Nancyâs a journalist tooâ ow!â She turns to look at Nancy with a disgruntled look as she rubs her thigh, âWould you stop bullying me?â She frowns.
Before either of them can get far into bickering, Eddie and Steve come waltzing back to the table with drinks in their hands. Eddie snags a seat beside you and passes a drink to you; you smile as you gratefully take the glass and softly thank him. Steve plops down next to Robin, sliding her and Nancy their drinks as he says, âAlright, I hope everyone has their songs picked out because I plan on battling each and every one of you.â
Although the weather outside is on the more chilly side of summer days, you find your body warm with liquor and laughter as you, Nancy, and Eddie watch a tipsy pair of Steve and Robin sing a surprisingly good rendition of Huey Lewisâ Heart and Soul. Youâve shrugged off your sweater and tossed it over the back of your chairâ and youâre thankful to have thrown on a tank top underneath because, most of the time, you hardly bother to wear anything beneath sweaters.
Itâs their fourth song of the night, Eddie and Nancy have both gone up at least once, but youâve been on the observant side mostly, enjoying the ongoing conversations youâve had with Nancy. Thereâs a bowl of chips and salsa in the middle of the table, and Eddieâs arm is draped across the back of your chair, heat pouring from him and seeping all around to wrap you up in an Eddie-scented bubbleâ itâs nicer than youâd care or like to admit.
Nancy has turned around to watch and cheer on the performance; sheâs become more animated and loose after a few drinks, and you laugh as Robin practically serenades her from the stage. You lean back in your chair, softly giggling as you slightly lean into Eddie, âSo,â you grab your drink and glance at the boy on your side, âWhatâs the dynamic here?â You ask with a jut of your chin towards his friends.
Eddie hums, leaning further into his chair, and in turn, pressing himself closer to you. His breath is warm against your ear and cheek, curly strands brushing against your skin as he speaks, âSo basically,â He dramatically sighs, and you smile at his dramatics as he gestures between his friends, âNancy and Steve are exes from high school and Robin and Steve are best friends.â You nod, gaze darting between the friends as you connect the dots. âBut,â He raises a finger over his glass, âRobin and Nancy are dating now.â Your eyebrows raise at the full circle of events, but you nod as your suspicions are finally confirmed.Â
Eddie leans closer, voice dropping to a lower volume, âBut at this rate, itâs safe to say Nancyâs playing third wheel for Steve and Rob since they practically share one brain cell.â You tilt your head, âOkay, I see it now.â
Nancy glances over her shoulder to glare at you and Eddie from her seat, âI heard that, assholes⌠youâre not wrong.â She grumbles. You and Eddie laugh as she turns back to face you both now that Steve and Robin are hopping off the stage.
âSteveâs actually seeing a girl now; sheâs in nursing school.â Nancy pipes up, grabs a chip, and pops it into her mouth. Eddie leans forward at that, keeping his arm on your chair as he uses the other to grab a chip for himself, âNursing school?â
Nancy nods as she sips her drink, âHe goes down to see her like every other weekend. And they run our phone bill up like hell.âÂ
Robin plops down into her seat, âWhat are we talking about? Steveâs hot nurse babe?â She asks, humming when Nancy nods. Robin scoffs as she turns to Eddie, âCan you believe theyâve been dating for, like, four months, and we have yet to even see a picture of her? They see each other every week!â
Eddie snorts, âThen whoâs he talking to on the phone?â Robin shrugs, âWho knows at this point.â
Steve returns as if on cue, sitting down with a sigh as he glances at the table, âWhatâd I miss?â
âNothing, just talking about your imaginary girlfriend.â Robin teases.
Steve groans, eyes rolling before glaring at his giggling friendsâ your cheeks hurt from smiling. âSheâs real, okay? Sheâs real, and her name is Cassie, and the only reason you havenât met her yet is because sheâs literally in nursing schoolâ she has a busy schedule!â
And although you wish Eddie and you had been able to finish your discussion without the abrupt interruption, you find yourself growing fond of this shade of Eddieâ sure, youâve seen him having fun and being unapologetically himself with Gareth and Jeff and even on stage, but this side of Eddie is softerâ kinder, brighterâ homey.Â
You realize as you watch him singing his heart out to some mainstream pop song that Steve somehow talked him into doing. Youâre more surprised that Eddie knows the lyrics, but youâre too tipsy to dwell on it because Nancyâs scooting onto the chair beside you and asking what song you two should sing because, âWe have to outsing them, obviously.â
And, well, you hardly have the time to stop your lips before you lean in and tell her the song youâd like to sing. Nancy snickers, giggling at the obvious undertone of the chosen song, and she eagerly agrees because âHeâs gonna shit his pants.â
You go back and forth on who will take which roleâ who will sing Tom Pettyâs key, and who will sing Stevie Nicks's keyâ but then you eventually land on just singing together for the entirety of the song. When the boys finish their song, Nancy drags you up to the DJ to request the song and magically persuades him to let you skip the queue of people to go next. Sheâs a good flirt, thatâs indisputable.
You should probably thank Nancy at some point for agreeing to this song regardless of how little information she has about your situationship with Eddie, but before you even get the chance to, you and Nancy are already singing the first line of the songâ Baby, you'll come knocking on my front door. Same old line you used to use beforeâ and well, Eddieâs head has never turned his head faster, but you avoid his gaze for as long as you can.
And youâre doing good; youâre doing so good, and then you get to the second chorus and lock eyes with Eddie as you sing along to the track with Nancyâ Baby, you could never look me in the eye. Yeah, you buckle with the weight of the world. Stop draggin' my, stop draggin' my, stop draggin' my heart aroundâ and, well⌠you think you made your point clear.
You and Nancy have a blast singing to Nicks and Petty, and when the song ends, the bar claps and cheers as they do after every performance, and youâre all smiles as you waltz back to the table, sitting next to the fidgeting boy youâd just indirectly serenaded. Steve and Robin are telling you and Nancy how well you did and teasing each other over specific parts of the performance, and theyâre all so caught up in one another that they hardly notice as Eddie leans into your space, voice low and gravely as he speaks, âThat was cruel, princess.â
You look at him, eyes falling to the ghost of a smirk that dances across his lips before you reach forward to grab your drink, wrapping your lips around the thin, black straw, maintaining eye contact as you shrug, âDid you get the hint?â You tease.
Eddie huffs around a laugh, shifting in his seat, left arm back to barricading the back of your chair, and you donât fail to notice the tent in the crotch of his jeans. He rolls his tongue over his teeth, snickering when you raise an eyebrow, âYeah⌠Yeah, I got the hint.â He nods, and you think you might see a pink tint dusting across his cheeks.
You smile, liquor making you bold as you blink up at him, âGood.â
Itâs a long trip to the hotel with a pair of drunk best friends.
They ramble a lotâ Steve and Robinâ you come to find out, and Nancy and Eddie have become experts at handling them with ease. You realize this as you watch them get their friends tucked into bed. Nancy is tipsy, but Eddie informed you that she has a weird thing with tequila where she becomes highly functioning, so sheâs moving about the room with grace and precision.
When the drunk pair is finally tucked into bed, Nancy walks you and Eddie to the door of the hotel room, thanking you for taking the time to make sure they got in safe. âI would say see you at breakfast, but I doubt these two will have crawled from the grave by then.â Nancy gestures back to Robin and Steve.Â
You donât blame them; theyâre basically on holiday, and you would do the same.
Your and Eddieâs rooms are on a different floor, and itâs a long ride up to the top, especially with the burning desire for one of you to say somethingâ what, youâre not sure.
âI like your friends.â
That was you talking, you realize when Eddie turns to you with a smirk, âYeah? They didnât scare you off with their incessant shithead behavior?â He jokingly questions. You hum with a laugh, âIâve dealt with worse.â You tease.
Eddie walks you to your room, his intoxicating smell and presence hovering around you as you unlock the door before stepping in. You turn around, hand resting on the edge of the door as you look at the curly-haired boy, âGood night, Eddie.â
Eddie hums, leaning against the door frame, eyes flickering to the twist of your mouth before reaching your eyes again, âNot gonna finish our conversation?â
You scoff, rolling your eyes, âI hardly believe youâd be doing much talking if I let you in right now.â And you donât think youâre ready to travel down that path again. Not so soon when you have the events of tonight to digest, not to mention the gift sitting in your bag.
Eddie shrugs with a small smirk, âI can multitask.â
His gentle smile is beautiful. Alluring and unique, and his eyes are taking you with such an intensity that you think you might melt if you stay a minute longer. âI didnât choose that song for the hell of it, you know?â You ask. âStevieâs got a mean fucking range. Lord knows if Iâll be covering her again.â You grumble. And really, how high can the woman go with her rasp?
Eddie laughs, turning his head and glancing at the empty hallway before looking back to you, âYeah, I know,â He softly replies.
You nod and he takes a deep breath, nodding towards your bag slung over your shoulder, âListen to the tape.â He reminds you.
You tilt your head, clenching the strap of your bag before speaking, âAre you under the impression that this would make up for everything?â You ask.
And you donât mean for it to sound harsh or hurt his feelings, but you have to let him know that if thatâs what heâs hoping, then heâs wrong. This doesnât fix everything. This doesnât fix the confused feelings and the harsh words. Itâs a start, but itâs not a finish as well.
And although Eddieâs expression falters, he shakes his head, âNo. But I still want you to listen.â
You nod quietly, gazing at each other and wishing you could start on a different foot. You clear your throat, straighten your stance, and step back. âGood night, Eddie.â You softly say.
By the time you finish showering and getting ready for bed, the only thing running on your mind is the pending need to sleep. The maids had changed out the seats so theyâre not doused with the ghost of Eddieâs cologne and shampooâ but you donât go long with Eddie out of your mind because thereâs a hard object that pokes into your arm when you settle into the bed.
You groan, twisting your arm around your frame to dig out the small object from below you, and when your fingers wrap around the plastic case, you immediately remember the task youâd had for tonightâ listen to the tape.
The sleep that weighed down on your body is suddenly gone as you sit up to grab your walkman and headphones before settling back into the comfy sheets.
You try your best to ignore the swirling feeling of nerves and excitement in your gut as you put on your headphones and slip the tape in, but you find yourself nipping at the skin of your nails as the tape winds either way.
Itâs silent for a moment, the sound of shuffling and the soft thud of what you think might be someone setting a glass down. Thereâs a clearing of a throatâ itâs Eddie, you can tellâ and your stomach twists in anticipation at the first ring of a piano chord.Â
The beginning chords are soft and slow, gentle enough to lull you to sleep if you sink into it, and the recording is so vivid that you can hear the dull thud of each key beneath the press of his fingers.
Your heart races when Eddieâs voice seeps into the melody. Itâs a ballad, something Corroded Coffin doesnât have much of, and you wonder why because the softness of Eddieâs voice is arguably one of the most heavenly sounds to have ever touched your ears.
I'm feeling a way, off some kinda drug
Maybe it's lust, maybe it's love
I know I said I'd straighten out a week ago
I'm fiending though, 'bout to reach my peak, you know
The city's got me falling now
Itâs⌠fuck, itâs fucking good, and you havenât even gotten to the chorus, but god, your heart skips a beat at the following line because itâs a direct callout to you.
I'm fading away, I'm losing my head
I know you said leave, but fuck what you said
As much as you wish you could say you hate it⌠you donât.
Even though the song is about you and your twisted relationship with Eddieâ which definitely aids to your feelings towards the trackâ itâs genuinely a good song. Which, okay, is slightly annoying, but you canât find it in yourself to care as the song carries on.
The future's never looked so bright, it's blinding me
It's hard to see, I'm swimming through dopamine
Your body looks like heaven and
I wanna give up, I just wanna leave
I'm floating away, I'm caught in the breeze
The outro of the song comes and slows down, a softer sound than before filling your ears, and shitâ youâre at the edge of your seat now because Eddie is singing so gently, and it has your mind swirling.Â
I can't believe this is happening
What did I do? What did she do to me?
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Mending my brain again
Please don't give up on me
This hurts tremendously
How will this end for me?
When the song dies off, you can hear shuffling again before the track ends, and youâre left with spinning thoughts as you take your headphones off and let the silent and dark room envelope you.
You have to take a moment, yanking the string of the bedside lamp to light up the room so you can see your thoughts more clearly becauseâ how do you feel? Youâre not sure, honestly, and the thud of your heart beating in your chest only clouds your judgment even more becauseâ isnât this what you asked for? For Eddie to be open and honest with you, to tell you his true feelings and where heâs at when it comes to you. And is it enough?
Would it ever be enough for Eddie to give you one simple, stripped-down track to allow him the chance to mend what heâd ruined?Â
Your heart wants it to be enough, but realistically, itâs not. Eddie has only just begun his journey to forgiveness, and you have to remind yourself that itâs not wrong to be hesitant to let him in, neither is it bad for you to want him as badly as you do. Youâre both learning, and youâre both trying to fix the damage thatâs been done, and it might take time, but if you both want itâ if Eddie really wants youâ then the time and work it takes to fix things wonât be a bother.
You listen to the song two more times, maybe more than twice, and you let the words sink into your bones until you practically have it engraved into your mind, lulling yourself to sleep with the haunting echo of Eddieâs voice and words bouncing in the walls of your skull.
And in your dreams, you meet Eddie, and for the split second you have with him there, everything is perfectâ and by the time you wake up, the ticking time bomb to make your choice is now louder than itâs ever been before.
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part eleven
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a/n: OMG HIII, you made it to the end again !!! i would just like to specify that the song eddie has written and sang for birdie in this chappy (23 x chase atlantic) is not entirely a nod towards their relationship! reader is not specifically 23 years old nor is she struggling with any type of substance abuse, the lines that were used in this chapter are the lines that actually adhere to them imo, OKAY I THINK U GET IT I'LL SHUT UP NOW.
also, this is not the last of the songs that eddie has written abt birdie btwđŤŁ
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