#tom x clove

[ophidianoccultist]

Desecration

Tom Riddle x F!Reader

18+ MDNI

HEAVY TRIGGER WARNING

Tags: p in v, loss of virginity, creampie, non-con, use of Imperio, necrophilia, murder of reader, bloodlust, dead dove do not eat

just a note before reading, please please please dont read this if youre squeamish at all, its pretty violent so yeah. but if youre into this kinda thing, please enjoy(?) and let me know if i should write more unhinged shit like this. it was a whim i got at 4am like "what if tom fucked a corpse" dont hate me im just a slave to inspiration

Word Count: 2.1k

The fresh, warm tea slid down your throat, warming your very soul on such a cold winter day. It tasted of ginger and cloves, and the heat and spice of it seemed to radiate throughout your body to fuel your evening of reading. Ever since Hogwarts, your interest in the dark arts has only grown, leading you to purchase several tomes and textbooks on the subject. The old parchment of the page made a crackling sound as you turned it, as did the fire that burned brightly in the hearth nearby. 

You were combing through the ancient spells and their effects, sipping your hot, spiced tea as you read, when your mind strangely started drifting elsewhere. The image of your room and the book in front of you seemed to grow cloudy and twisted into a very different image. The cozy, warmly lit room contorted into one much bigger, and darker as well. It was a bedroom, well decorated and lavish, clearly belonging to someone decently wealthy. Black floorboards and wall paneling, and rich emerald drapes and wallpaper to match it, not very unlike the Slytherin dormitories back at Hogwarts. The hearth stood out starkly, a green flame within to shroud the room in a certain cold hue that left you feeling slightly uneasy. A floo flame, but for what purpose?

Your eyes fell towards the bed, where two figures appeared to be engaging in something…intimate. Still mostly clothed, their lips were locked tightly, hands roaming wherever they pleased, and it seemed that they were the source of the only heat in the cold, eerie room. Upon closer inspection of the couple, you recognized yourself, a perfect mirror copy. And as your eyes darted to the man whose hand was currently gripping your waist, you quickly recognized who it was.

It was Tom Riddle, whom you fancied for quite a time during your school years together. The curly black hair, the pale skin, the handsome features; there was no mistaking it was him. But why was he suddenly in your fantasies again after years, and why did this feel so real? The two of you continued your throes of passion before Tom turned his head away from your lips (or rather, your copy's lips) to look straight into your eyes with his piercing gaze. Your copy did not seem to notice as he spoke firmly:

"The Riddle Manor, in Little Hangleton. Take the floo, and don't tarry. I do not like being kept waiting."

Right after he said that, the vision began to swirl as it did when it came about, and after a time, your room came back into view. The warm hearth, the spiced tea, the dark arts book. Home. But all of it was also accompanied by a dull headache and slight nauseous feeling. You slugged back the rest of the tea, which settled the sick feeling, before setting the book down on the table beside your chair. Something strange was happening, yet you felt compelled to comply with imaginary Tom's orders all the same. You strode over to the fireplace, grabbed a pinch of floo powder, and tossed it into the fire, watching the bright orange flame turn a sickly green hue. As you stepped in, you wondered if this was all a big mistake, that maybe you would intrude on some poor family's evening. But all the same, the words came out of your mouth:

"Riddle Manor."

Instantly, you were transported to the bedroom from your daydream, feeling much better now that you didn't see any strangers or hear any shrieking at your appearance in the fireplace. However, that relief was quickly diminished as your eyes landed on Tom Riddle, standing by the bed, in the same place where he had been entangling with you in your dream. No, his presence here proved that that was no mere daydream. It was a vision. It finally clicked: Tom had planted that in your head by means of legilimency. But why?

He strode towards you, his gaze and demeanor making you feel cornered even though you were in the open middle of the room. But before you could fully process what was happening and mull over your questions, his hand firmly gripped your shoulder, his long bony fingers digging into the flesh. He was different than he had been at Hogwarts. Sure, he still carried himself well and was still handsome, but his eyes and cheeks were sunken further into his face, and he was a little more twitchy now, looking as though he had been in a room full of dementors for weeks. The eyes that once held a perpetual air of cool composure now burned with something far more sinister. Tom seemed more raw now, a little more unhinged.

"Don't ask me why I brought you here, and don't ask me how I've been over the years. I am not interested in catching up. Just get on the bed." He commanded, his voice wavering slightly.

Your face twisted up into one of confusion, wanting some answers first. Not even a letter in years, no interaction or correspondence whatsoever, and now he brings you here simply to have sex with you? Absolutely not. Sure, you had fancied him, but you still had self-respect enough to stand your ground.

"Tom, wait, why did-"

A frustrated groan emanated from his throat, promptly cutting you off. He sounded and looked manic; clearly something had happened just before he summoned you here. But before you could inquire about anything, Tom pulled out his wand and pointed it at you, and muttered out an incantation that neither you nor anyone else ever wanted to hear.

"Imperio."

Suddenly, your mind was cleared of all inhibitions and inquiries, and you felt as if you were floating. His wand remained pointing toward you, but you could not care less in that instant. In your world, there were no cares at all. Tom's voice reverberated throughout the silent room as he commanded once more:

"Get on the bed."

And so you did, laying down on the plush emerald blankets, hands at your sides and obediently awaiting his next command. Tom took no time in hovering over you, pinning you in place and hiking up your skirt, not even bothering to fully strip you. Curiously, he noticed that you were wet between your thighs. Not overly so, but enough for him to know that you were somewhat enjoying this. He contemplated a moment before deciding to lift the curse, putting his wand down on the nightstand close by. Yes…it would be much more fun to break you himself. 

Just as you were coming back into consciousness, you felt your underwear being harshly ripped away from your body and something hard being aligned with your core. Tom spit in his hand and stroked himself a couple of times before pushing the head in.

"Tom, wait-!"

Tom placed that same hand tightly over your mouth, feeling your lips moisten with the remaining saliva coating his palm.

"Quiet. If you resist, it will end badly for you. Just do as I say."

You nodded, and Tom started roughly pounding into you, painfully stretching you out and making it sting from the lack of proper lubrication. A tear fell down the side of your face from the unbearable pain, but also from the shame of knowing that you also secretly took pleasure in him using you like this. You wished he had taken more time with preparing you first, but that was simply a silly fantasy. Of course, you knew that Tom was never one to really consider the comfort of anyone but himself.

Soon enough though, the pain started to become pleasure as you fully took in what was happening. Tom hovered above you, relentlessly ramming his cock in and out of you, sweat forming on his face. Or had it always been there? Compared to the vision of heated passion he had shown you before, he was completely different in reality. There was no warmth, no desire, no savoring of stimulation, none of what she truly wanted. The only thing in Tom right now was a dull lust, and even then, it was brought about by stress, and not out of any longing for her personally. He was clearly strained and rather wired, but why? 

Tom was nearing closer and closer to his release, urged on even more so by the way your body slowly began opening up and accepting him into you. But it really wasn't you that had gotten him this riled up and raring to go. You were only an afterthought, someone he remembered from Hogwarts, and likely the most willing to come. No, Tom had been spurred on by the scene in the dining room just below the room they were in.

His father's side of the family, dead in their seats, their dinner and their bodies probably still a little warm.

The way their faces contorted with fear, the empty look in their eyes, permanently in the state of terror a mere moment before their deaths; all of it had been exhilarating to execute, quite literally. Tom's bony fingers dug into your hip as his left hand held you steady, while his right remained over your mouth, muffling the moans that simply begged to be released from your lips into the frigid air of the room. However, instead of relishing in the sounds of your pleasure, he only became annoyed. He didn't care to perceive your shameful and sickening display of lust, and as you both grew closer to your releases, you grew louder, and he only grew more aggravated until he finally snapped.

"Quiet, I said!"

He released his hand from your mouth, only to wrap it around the handle of his wand, and he pointed it at you once more. You were so cock-drunk at this point, that you didn't even hear the incantation fall from his lips before seeing a flash of green light blind your vision.

And then, nothing.

Your body was completely limp now, and your face carried the same expression as the occupants of the dining table downstairs. The sheer terror, the microsecond where you realize you're going to die, the horror of it all. Tom, however, just soaked this in, not even wanting to pull out. In actuality, his pace only increased, the gruesome nature of the act only fueling the fire within him further. Only now, after you were completely unable to perceive anything anymore, did he indulge in what you had really wanted. His hands ripped open your shirt so he could take a look at you completely exposed, for only him to see. The hand that was previously pressed over your mouth now kneaded at the mounds of flesh, relishing in the softness of them. His teeth sunk harshly into the flesh of your throat, feeling the skin break and the taste of copper flowing over his tongue. With one more incantation, Tom pointed his wand at your chest to truly complete his work of art.

"Diffindo."

The flesh of your chest was cut deeply in three strokes, as if you had been ravaged by a rabid animal. And, in a way, you had been. Tom licked his lips before dragging his tongue over the bleeding cuts, savoring the thick, metallic tasting fluid in his mouth before letting it go down his throat. 

Tom had never felt more powerful than in this moment. And upon realizing that, his cock twitched and the dam within him broke, spilling his seed within your slack cunt, furthering the humiliation and desecration of your lifeless body. He liked you better this way, without thoughts or wants or autonomy. Simply a tool, a doll he could use for his own satisfaction whenever he wanted. But sadly, you would decompose, and all his fun would end once you got too cold. But for now, he pulled out and fixed himself back up, as if nothing had just happened. 

~~*~~

Your dead body remained on the bed for a couple of days, cold and pale from the lack of circulating blood. Tom knew that this would be his last time with you before it became unsafe for him to keep you around. He tucked himself back into his trousers, watching the last couple of days worth of his seed leak out of your cold, dead cunt. The scene was sick and disgusting, truly, but Tom found a bizarre beauty in it. The juxtaposition of the seed of life being planted into something cold and dead that could never grow it filled him with a sense of disturbing satisfaction that he just loved the rush from. 

However, the body would start breaking down soon, and he needed to get rid of it. After a few moments of contemplation, he had decided to transfigure your body into something small and simple: a teacup. A teacup which, when drinking from it, would remind him of most likely the best day he had ever had. He had taken revenge on his filthy muggle relatives, and had his first go with a woman all in one night.

What's not to love?

#harry potter #hp #tom riddle #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x you #smut #violence #dead dove do not eat

[heliads]

Holy crap can I ask to see the list of all the requests you got?! It has to be a lot if you’re booked all the way to July

oh you already know! here goes:

4/25: so, before you go chapter two (the darkling x child of hecate!reader series)

4/27: harry hook x reader (based on 'the way i loved you'' by taylor swift, was literally giggling to myself over how fun this one's going to be)

4/29: so, before you go chapter three (the darkling x child of hecate!reader series)

5/1: thomas x reader (set in the safe haven, newt and teresa are alive, culmination of months of mutual pining)

5/3: so, before you go chapter four (the darkling x child of hecate!reader series)

5/5: luke patterson reader (reader is luke's english tutor)

5/7: so, before you go chapter five (the darkling x child of hecate!reader series)

5/9: charles leclerc x reader (reader is in charge of social media and charles flirts at all hours of the day)

5/11: so, before you go chapter six (the darkling x child of hecate!reader)

5/13: peeta mellark x reader (reader is a friend of katniss, takes place after round 1 of the games)

5/15: so, before you go chapter seven (the darkling x child of hecate!reader)

5/17: loki x reader (reader is an empath, loki is newly forced to join the avengers)

5/19: so, before you go chapter eight (the darkling x child of hecate!reader)

5/21: leonard 'bones' mccoy x reader (star trek x grishaverse au, the thoughts and ideas i have for this >>>>)

5/23: matthias helvar x reader (enemies to friends to lovers)

5/25: charles leclerc x reader (reader is head of pr for ferrari, when ferrari strategy does ferrari strategy she helps charles w the media)

5/27: andrew peter parker x reader (simple headcanons)

5/29: clove x reader (reader is clove's bff and helping her train for the games but gets scared the closer they get to the day of the reaping)

5/31: tom peter parker x reader (male reader is fighting in wakanda during infinity war, they're worried about each other through the blip)

6/1: billy rocks x reader (the magnificent seven but a grishaverse au, i am so so excited to write this, june cannot come quickly enough)

6/3: tewkesbury x reader (both of them are lovesick idiots)

6/5: han solo x reader (escapades w han + singing to get out of a crisis)

6/7: race x reader (reader is brooklyn's second in command)

6/9: peter pevensie x reader (reader is a knight with a gay crisis, i am shrieking, raven i love you for sending this in)

6/11: jack wilder x reader (reader is a paramedic and jack keeps mildly injuring himself so she can fix him up)

6/13: newt x reader (gally's trademarked beverage as a plot device)

6/15: peter pevensie x reader (headcanons for having to live in london after spending so long in narnia)

6/17: finch x reader (the newsies are hanging out, he has a crush)

6/19: daniel atlas x reader (reader volunteers to be a part of a trick, he gets shy)

6/21: newt x reader (tmr modern au, they sit next to each other in class)

6/23: race higgins x reader (race + reader are on a date but get jumped and they must recover emotionally from that)

6/25: kai parker x reader (kai redemption era)

6/27: lucy pevensie x reader (lucy has a girlfriend and gets up the courage to introduce them to the siblings, this is when they're all kings and queens)

6/29: zoya nazyalensky x reader (reader is zoya's #1 fan bc zoya saved them from attack one time, reader is hurt by somebody and zoya nearly becomes a supervillain bc of it)

7/1: andrew peter parker x reader (male reader is peter's best friend but when peter gets bitten by the spider, he stops hanging out with reader as much, angst ensues)

plus bonus non requests that i get to tack onto the end of my queue bc i am the author and i need to clear through some of my unwritten ideas:

7/3: eric coulter x reader (reader was from amity but now tattoos, idk commentary on art surviving in a place like dauntless you get my drift)

7/5: jesper fahey x reader (this quote specifically that has been in my inbox for months: but how long? how long until i blend into the background and i'm no longer unusual? what will you do when i'm no longer a bet that calls your interest or a gamble worth the odds?)

7/7: eowyn x reader (eowyn thinks she dislikes reader bc reader is a girl and can fight but eowyn can't, in reality that's not jealousy but a repressed crush on a girl, we've all had them before)

7/9: peter pan x reader (reader can visit neverland when she's dreaming, she goes there often enough that she wants to live there forever, she asks peter to take her but he hesitates, she decides to never dream of him again, eventually he shows up in person bc he misses her)

#not writing

[chappelroans]

tagged by @moirainesedai (hiiii my love i adore you)

let your spotify predict your 2024! shuffle your on repeat playlist and the first twelve songs represent your 2024

these are.......so questionable

january: slut! - taylor swift february: black friday - tom odell march: only - ry x april: bite the hand - boygenius may: talk abt - quinnie june: silver springs - fleetwood mac july: acolyte - slaughter beach dog august: you're losing me - taylor swift september: don't forget about me - cloves october: say don't go - taylor swift november: waiting room - phoebe bridgers december: halley's comet - billie eilish

tagging: @lesbianlotties @lottieurl @sapphicscience @taiturner @staghunters @deankarolina @teabookgremlin @lesbiantahani @lottiemilfews @lottieshauna

#tag game #tagged*

[jeffpunzel]

Hatchetfield (mostly NPMD) x Hunger Games AU

Steph as Katniss Everdeen

Pete as Peeta Mellark

Tom as Haymitch

Max as Cato

Brenda as Clove

Hannah as Rue

(Alternatively Lex as Katniss, Hannah as Primrose, and Ethan as Peeta)

#starkid #hatchetfield #npmd #black friday #hunger games #don't ask me how i came up with this #ive been crying to veggietales since 4pm

[dru-reblogs-stuff]

Chicken & Chorizo Jambalaya

Ingredients:

2 Red onions, sliced

Garlic clove, squished

1 tsp spicy jerk paste

390g carton italian chopped tomatoes (aka with added basil and oregano)

Herbs

Rice (part cooked)

1 tsp tomato puree

200ml chicken stock

1/2 a 225g chorizo ring, sliced

2 x sweet peppers (yellow or orange)

Some spinach or asparagus (anemic option)

~400g chicken, cubed

Method:

Heat oil + fry garlic & onion for 5 mins.

Stir in jerk paste, chicken + peppers. Cook for another 5 mins.

Stir in toms, tom puree + herbs + stock.

Bring to boil + then simmer uncovered for 5 mins.

Add chorizo + rice (+ spinach), + simmer until reduced, rice is plump and chicken cooked through.

#dru's noms #eat all the things #recipes #I needed to put this in a safe place for reasons and figured someone else might like it too #it's one of my most fave dinners #good for the soul. less good for the waistline

[edgewaterfarmcsa]

CSA WEEK 8

P i c k l i s t

Blueberries - cabbage - tomatoes - cucumbers - summer squash - patty pan squash -

 wax beans - dill - potatoes - peppers - eggplant - fennel

This week in farming…

The past week has been extremely chill compared to the past few weeks of fury.  While we are still figuring out what comes next and what takes priority, it is a bit of a relief to usher in cooler, drier weather.  This allows the crops to hold their horses and slow down production.  This is especially helpful in cucurbit land (summer squash, zucchini, cucumbers, etc) where it is more often than not that we are culling caveman club sized zucchini from the fields, then picking the more epicurean faves.  Thankfully, it is not just our crew coming in for harvest.  Willing Hands- the awesome organization that assists in food security for the Upper Valley has been dropping by weekly with their own crew to glean from the fields.  To glean, is to pick from a field post initial harvest.  Gleaning is an excellent opportunity for farms to share the literal fruits of their labor.  These crops are known as “seconds” on our farm- still great stuff, but not necessarily the most supreme picking.  Typically in July, we host a strawberry glean for you all, our dearly beloved CSA crew.  However, this July was met with the most extreme rain that brought the season to a real hard stop.  Super fun times for all, amiright?

As far as the current veg situation goes, we are delighted to welcome potatoes to the team.  Prior to our big potato harvest that will start in about a month, we hand dig these cuties.  Digging for potatoes is like searching for buried treasure.  Rather than an x marking the spot, you hone in on the potato plant.  Once you pull the plant, you can get an idea of how glorious the potatoes will be underground by the resistance the plant gives.  The Harder to pull, the more potatoes you reap.  There is also a very satisfying plucking sound that occurs when potatoes leave the plant- pop-pop-pop-pop.  Anyhow, once the aboveground plant has separated from their babies,  you dig until every last sphere is found.  After last year’s drought that culminated in a very small potato harvest, it is a real joy to pluck these beauties from the earth, wash them off, and make some dynamite potato salad.  

Another veg to geek out about are the wax beans.  However, a big heads up to you all, we did not wash the bagged beans.  Because there is so much rot in the fields from the very damp weather, we opted to keep them dirty to avoid ushering in any unnecessary rot.  They should keep for a hot minute, but absolutely wash before use.  No one likes a gritty bean salad.

That is all from the fields.  Melon is on the horizon friends!

FARMY FOODIE PRO-TIPS: 

THINGS TO GRILL THIS WEEK: 

EGGPLANT! SUMMER SQUASH! PATTY PAN SQUASH! PEPPERS! FENNEL! Just add salt!  Also shaved parm takes all the above grilled crops to the next level.

This clever wax bean dish is a cross between a salad and a side dish: it's served warm but loaded with the bright, fresh flavors of tomatoes and basil.

By Jody Williams  Updated on March 31, 2014

2 pounds yellow wax beans, trimmed (UNFORTUNATELY, you only have .75lbs of these beans, but i STILL think the recipe is worth downsizing the rest of the  ingredients for…)

3 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil

4 ounces thickly sliced bacon, cut into lardons (1 cup)

2 tablespoons sherry vinegar

10 ounces halved cherry tomatoes (or chopped regular tomatoes!)

1 small shallot, very finely chopped

2 garlic cloves, very finely chopped

1/3 cup chopped dill

Kosher salt

Freshly ground pepper

Cook the beans in a large pot of salted boiling water until crisp-tender, about 5 minutes. Drain the beans and cool them under cold running water. Drain well and pat dry; transfer the beans to a large bowl.

In a large skillet, heat the olive oil. Add the bacon and cook over moderate heat, stirring, until golden, 7 to 8 minutes. Remove the skillet from the heat and stir in the vinegar, tomatoes, shallot, garlic and dill. Scrape the bacon vinaigrette over the beans, season with salt and pepper and toss to evenly coat. Serve warm.

SOUR CREAM SLAW WITH FENNEL

From my second favorite cook book, START SIMPLE by Lukas Volger

1 small cabbage 

1 medium fennel bulb, cored and very thinly sliced, fronds reserved

¼ cup sour cream

1 tablespoons olive oil

1 tablespoon fresh lemon juice

1 teaspoon or more herbs de provence (thyme!!! Oregano, rosemary, etc)

½ teaspoon salt, or to taste

¼ teaspoon sugar

Pinch red pepper flakes

 In a serving bowl combine the cabbage (kale) and fennel.

In a small bowl, stir together the sour cream, olive oil, lemon juice, herbes de provence (thyme etc!), sugar, and red pepper flakes.  Taste and season with salt.  Add most of the dressing to the cabbage (kale) and fennel and taste, adding more if needed (you may have some dressing left over).  Coarsely chop about 3 tablespoons of the fennel fronds and stir them in.  You can eat this slaw immediately, but the flavors will meld a bit after and hour or so at room temperature.  

A crisp salad of pole beans, fennel, and parmesan cheese 

From my tried and true old standby eating bible, TENDER by Nigel Slater

Wax  beans 

Medium fennel bulb

Small, salad leaves (chop up your savoy!) 4 double handfuls… 

White bread- 2 thick slices

Oil for frying the bread

For the dressing:

Tarragon vinegar- a tablespoon 

Dijon mustard- a teaspoon

An egg yolk

Olive oil- a scant ½ cup

Grated parmesan cheese- 3 tablespoons, plus a block of parm for shaving

Lemon juice- 2 teaspoons

 Trim the beans and boil them in lightly salted water or steam them, until tender.  Drain them under cold running water.  Cut the fennel bulb in half and shred finely.  Make the dressing by whisking the vinegar, mustard, and egg yolk together with a little salt and black pepper, then beating in the oil followed by the grated cheese.  It should be thick and creamy.  Squeeze in the lemon juice, stir, then set a side for a few minutes.  

 Put the “salad” leaves in a large bowl with the cooked beans and the fennel.  Cut the bread into small squares and fry in shallow oil until golden on all sides.  Drain the croutons on paper towels.  Toss the leaves and beans lightly with the dressing.  Pile the salad into two plates and shave pieces of parmesan over with a vegetable peeler.  I usually do at least 8 per salad, depending on my dexterity with the peeler.  Tip the hot croutons over the salad and eat straight away while all is fresh and crunchy.  

POTATO SALAD!

I have no real recipe, but for crunch and flavor, add your fennel!!  Also dill :)

[littlecrookedheart]

Of Things to Come

Pairing : Tom x Clove but mostly Tom and Elliot

Word Count : 580

Rating : Literally none.

"Wait. You what?"

Tom used his free hand to scrub his face, scrunching his eyebrows toward Elliot's scowl.

"Well now I feel like maybe I shouldn't have shown you first."

"You do know Clove, right?"

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Elliot's disgusted look turned slowly to amusement as he tossed his head back, crossing his arms with a hearty laugh.

"Tom. If you're going to do this, you've got to do it right. And that thing...that might make her think you're joking."

"It's supposed to be a joke. It's a placeholder! I thought the joke of it would be perfect. I dunno...different. I don't want to be cliche."

"That's fair. But I really think she'd just want something simple. Like, not traditional or anything, but simple."

"You don't think I'd get that without getting the real one too, right?"

"So this isn't it?"

"Nah, of course not. I got that from the cheap section at Target. I told you, it was a joke. Except now I think I'm skipping that part on account of your reaction."

"Okay….where is it? What is it?"

"Some earthy, vintage looking thing. Has a stone on it. Not like a rock, though, like one of those crystals she has by the bed. It's beautiful. It's in my car."

"Can I see it?"

Tom nodded and turned toward the parking lot, leaving Elliot on the old cedar plank bench in front of the apartments.

Inside were boxes, packed full and stacked high to the ceiling, decluttered closet contents scattered along the kitchen counter. Photo frames arranged by size on four racks along one wall, Clove's gentle touch and glaze stained fingertips dusting overtop. Through the open window, they could hear the faintest chime of her humming, old and new songs they'd danced to in the living room, faint ghosts now in the breeze.

The lease to her new studio - slash - shop and their little home nestled above lay alone on the kitchen table, signed by both parties, excitement bursting within the walls they'd learned their love.

"We're going home,"] she thought, unaware of the true happiness that would come, but beaming with her own idea of what it could mean.

Back on the bench, a few breaths short of tears and that awkward sentimental chest sob, Elliot composed himself as Tom handed him a much smaller box, one hand stamped with black ink for a logo, the same scent of ancient books coming from within.

And it was. Beautiful, that is, perfect for her.

All at once, his mind replayed the moments in between the tragedy. Every nightmare she'd held him through, every second she reminded him that they weren't alone. Her laugh and the way she'd let him win at most things, always, the best and the worst of their petty fights. Her arm around his shoulders when she told him that she'd love him no matter what, the banter they shared. The love, the love he watched bloom between them, every moment, every second-

"What do you think?"

Elliot wiped his eyes and smiled over to Tom, his voice like delicate wisps of fog in the air.

"I think it's perfect. I think she's going to love it."

Tom's eyes crinkled as he turned away with emotion, swiftly clapped into Elliot's embrace.

"This is really happening."

"Yeah," Elliot grinned, shaking his arms as if to rid himself of too much excitement, "Finally."

#tom x clove #it lives beneath #tom sato #write things

[choicesthot]

sometimes I think about Tom &Clove and wonder what those two crazy kids are up to. @littlecrookedheart

#choices ilb #it lives beneath #i ship tom x clove harder than I ship him with my own mc

[aryafaceless]

ginger and cloves

#jaqen h'ghar #arya stark #happy halloween #jaqen x arya #jaqarya #arya x jaqen #tom wlaschiha #maisie williams #autumn aesthetic #ginger and cloves #autumn #october #my moodboards

[princessofguineapigs]

skater!tom x reader, smut, fluff

warnings: unprotected sex, dom/sub dynamics, oral (m receiving), fingering, spitting kink, degradation, bdsm elements, yeah so, read with care

summary: Tom is a skateboarder trying out for the X Games, Y/N is his supportive girlfriend. Mostly, I wrote this for the sex. Tom is both a dom and a simp for his princess.

words: 2.4 k

Tom was reviewing the footage his friend had shot of him skating at the park. For months, he’d been trying to capture his skills on camera so he could submit them to the X Games. He’d worked his butt off to master the laser flip and finally caught it on camera. The trouble was, Tom was now obsessively playing the recording back and nitpicking his own form.

You draped your body over the couch from behind so you could rest your head on your boyfriend’s shoulder and see what he was watching.

“Can you show me how to do that?” you asked.

“Mmmm, if you want.” Tom twisted around to pull you over the side of the couch. You snuggled into him, inhaling the scent of clove and bourbon that made up his cologne. Tom rewound the video again, focusing on the placement of his feet when he pressed play again. You watched with him. “Wow. Babe, you really are good at that.”

Tom sighed and dropped his head into his hands. “It’s not good enough. It’s sloppy. I should be practicing more right now.” He stood and you admired the way he looked. His gray sweatpants hung low on his hips, his t-shirt showed off his muscles, and his snapback was giving you the urge to drop to your knees.

Tom threw on a pair of sneakers and his Thrasher hoodie, then grabbed his board that was propped up in the hallway. “I can show you now, if you want? I really feel like I should spend a few more hours at the skatepark. Then I’ll be able to relax with you.”

“Let’s go,” you said, eager to learn about Tom’s passion.

At the park, Tom popped one earbud in, letting the other hang down and took to the half-pipe. You watched him do a few tricks, which never failed to leave you in awe. His concentration was intense and Tom was completely in the zone. 

When he was finished showing off for you, Tom gave you his board to try. With a bit more confidence than you should have, you got on and pushed off to travel a few yards. And then you promptly fell on your butt. Tom was at your side in an instant. “Are you hurt?” You shook your head. “Only my pride.”

Your boyfriend helped you to your feet and pretended to brush dirt off your butt. It was obvious to you that Tom just wanted to touch your ass. Sweetly, he kissed the knuckles on your left hand as if he weren’t just having sinful thoughts.

Tom steadied you on the skateboard, then stepped lightly onto it with you. He placed one foot in between yours and the other on the outside of your right foot. His shaggy hair is a bit sweaty, and the ends stick to his forehead, but he’s still adorable. To keep your balance, you rested your hands on his chest and his arms snaked around your lower back.

You tilted your head up, eagerly seeking a kiss. Tom was a step ahead of you and his lips were already poised to meet yours. He tasted sugar sweet and the kiss was gentle. You sank into the heat of his embrace before he broke the kiss.

“Now, this time, bend your knees a bit. The lower you are to the ground, the better control you have of your balance,” Tom advised, stepping off the board.

You absorbed the tips Tom gave you and over the course of the next few hours, you reached the respectable skateboarding level of only falling off every other time. By the end of it though, your thighs, knees, and feet were aching. Tom actually carried you back to the car.

Watching Tom do something he was talented at really turned you on. For Tom, getting to share the hobby he was dedicated to and having you be interested in it was super hot.

“You looked really cute on my skateboard,” Tom said when you walked through the door.

You bit your lip coyly and said, “There’s something else of yours I’d like to ride.”

“I think you should take your clothes off, darling,” Tom commented. Once you had stripped, Tom gently guided you to a seat on the couch. Once you were naked, Tom knelt down in front of you. With soft, slightly moist lips, Tom kissed up your ankle to your calf to your thigh.

“What do you want?” he demanded.

You whimpered, totally desperate in your aroused state. “Can I please suck your cock, sir?” It was humiliating to ask to pleasure him, but it only served to make your wetness drip onto the cushions.

“Because you begged so nicely,” Tom said, pulling down his sweats.

You opened your salivating mouth to invite him between your lips. In the next moment, your mouth was full of cock and your tongue tasted saltiness.

“Good little whore,” Tom praised. He plunged in and out of your drooling mouth. “Get me wet so I can stretch my pussy.” Tom’s dick explored the depths of your mouth and ventured slightly into your throat, causing you to gag. The tightening sensation pulled Tom right to the center of pleasure. “That’s enough. I want your cunt,” Tom said, pulling out of your mouth and slapping your face with his cock. “Bedroom.”

You took up your usual position for doggy style, right in the center of the mattress. “Looks like my pussy is already wet,” Tom noted, running a finger through your folds. “Stay right like that.” You found yourself clenching while you waiting for his thick cock to enter you. The air was knocked out of you and you fell to your elbows when Tom pushed inside. His tool was formidable and the bulbous tip stretched you open an inch at a time.

While Tom railed you from behind you were overwhelmed with pleasure. His cock head nudged your spot over and over, sending you to euphoria. “You like that, princess?” Tom asked with his hand lightly on your throat.

You lost yourself in the waves of pleasure and soon it was too late. You came without permission or remorse. Since Tom’s dick was pounding you from behind, you didn’t see the cruel grin that overtook his face. He thought about what wicked punishments he could inflict on your for your bad behavior.

Nipple clamps were an option. So was the clit clamp. That one would be worse now that your clit was engorged and oversensitive. The thought made Tom cum on the spot.

He filled you quickly, then pulled out and flipped you onto your back.

“Do you know what you did wrong?” he asked you.

Did wrong? You thought you had been pleasing to him. He had just orgasmed.

“I’ll tell you. You came without asking. What does that mean for you, Y/N?”

In a small voice you answered, “I need to be punished.”

“That’s right.” Tom opened the top drawer of the nightstand to search for his preferred torture device. He held the clit clamp up for you to see and your eyes widened in fear.

“No! Tom, no! Please,” you begged.

“You can take it. It’s just for a few minutes.” His tone was slightly mocking. You instinctively closed your legs, but Tom pried them apart. It was evident that no amount of begging was going to save you. Sinking into subspace, you humbled yourself and submitted to your deserved punishment. The clamp bit into your sensitive bud and you screamed out.

“I have work to do and I’ll need my full concentration,” Tom said. “So I’ll need you to be quiet.” He attached a ball gag to your head and forced it between your lips. The tears leaking from your eyes mimicked the saliva already dripping down your chin. Tom kissed your forehead softly. “Thanks for the fuck, baby. Be good now.”

The second Tom left the room you wanted to beg him to come back. Unfortunately, your mouth was occupied. The minutes dragged slowly while you endured your punishment.

At long last, Tom returned. He reached to undo the clit clamp and said, “This might hurt a bit, love.” The second he removed it, you squealed into the gag as blood rushed into your clit.

“You took it so well, baby,” Tom said, unbuckling the gag. “Bet you even learned your lesson.”

“Yes, Tommy.”

Tom stroked your face. “I didn’t even have to restrain you. I’m so proud of you, angel.” He kissed your cheek. “Did you have fun at the park today?” he asked as you put your clothes back on.

“Yeah, I like when you teach me things,” you answered.

“Next time, I’ll show you how to ollie,” Tom said.

You walked to the edge of the bed where Tom was seated and circled your arms around his neck and shoulders. Tom pulled you close and placed a tender kiss behind your ear. “I finally figured out what I was doing wrong,” he said. “I played the video back a few more times. I wasn’t popping my ankles up at the right time, so the tricks weren’t as clean.”

“Do you want me to film you for your X Games submission tomorrow? Now that you’ve figured it out?” you asked.

Tom smiled. “You’d do that?”

“Of course. It’ll be good practice for my future film directing career,” you teased.

He placed a kiss on your temple. “You’re the best, babe. I want to spend every day with you. Hell, I’d give up skateboarding if it meant I could do that.”

“Tom, I never want you to give up your passion. You can half both. Besides,” you slide your hands down his chest, “there are more practical ways to ensure you see me every day.”

Tom’s lips curved upward and he moved his hands lower on your waist. “Are you proposing to me, princess?”

You shoved his shoulder lightly. “In your dreams. You’ll have to do the work for once.”

“But I do the work in bed, darling,” Tom quipped.

You straddled his lap. “That you do.”

Tom left adoring kisses on your neck. “How bout a cup of tea, angel?”

You shifted in his lap and giggled. “Do extreme skateboarders make their girlfriends tea?” you quizzed.

“Only when the tea is poured in flowery china.” Tom’s fingers rubbing soothingly on the small of your back made you melt. He leaned in for a passionate kiss and your fingers made their way to his soft hair. You could feel the love pouring out of Tom as he kissed you possessively and held you protectively. His hands snuck under your hoodie and you pulled away. “I think you’ve had enough for today, mister,” you chided.

Tom whined and made a pouty face. “You said I could have tea,” you reminded him. He rubbed his hands up and down your arms. “Of course, darling. Gotta give my pretty girl what she wants.”

Abruptly, Tom stood and the legs that had been straddling him wrapped around his waist. He carried you to the kitchen and set you on the counter with his palms flat on the marble on either side of you. He leaned in for yet another kiss, trapping you between his body and the cabinets. His large hands moved to the tops of your thighs, exposed beneath the hoodie. “How’s your little clitty, princess?” “Better,” you whispered.

Tom left his spot between your legs to put the kettle on. Then, he sauntered back to you and said, “Where were we?” Boldly, he snuck a hand under the hem of your hoodie and fished out your panties, sliding them over your thighs. He pressed the pad of his finger between the folds of your heat and tsked. “Already wet?” he questioned.

“I’m always wet with you, Tommy.”  You blushed madly. “Whenever I look at you or think about you and it’s not even sexual thoughts. I’m just so damn attracted to you, babe. You’re so sweet and kind.”

Tom dipped the finger from your folds into his mouth and sucked briefly to savor your taste. “So you’re not just a slut that’s constantly wet.”

“No, Tommy, only for you.”

This pleased him. “My personal slut then.” He grinned. “So many holes for my exclusive use.” Your pussy trembled at that. Tom tapped your lips with his finger. “Open.” You obeyed and he spat a large glob of saliva onto your vulnerable tongue. “Hold it in your mouth until you cum,” he commanded.

At first you were confused, but then Tom worked two fingers into your core. He expertly dipped them in and out slowly to get you worked up. Steadily, he massaged your g-spot, causing you to moan behind your closed lips. A tingling warmth spread from your cunt out to your lower abdomen and thighs.

Tom’s fingers danced from you pussy hole to your clit. You wanted more, needed more. He gave it to you, rubbing figure eights on your bud with his wet finger. Your toes curled when he got in a rhythm on that spot before returning to your opening. One stroke at a time, Tom coaxed your orgasm from you, opting to keep his thumb on your clit while his other fingers moved in and out. Your walls felt so sensitive and they tightened on his digits.

“So responsive,” Tom praised.

 Tom gave you a cocky smile and you were conscious of his spit still on your tongue. “Make your pretty pussy cum now, I want to feel it on my fingers,” Tom said. He forced his fingers deeper and you erupted on them, soaking him to the knuckles. Simultaneously, you swallowed the gift he’d left in your mouth just as he’d instructed.

“Fuck, baby, you squirted,” Tom said, thoroughly impressed with himself. He helped you off the counter and grabbed a dish cloth to clean up the mess. When he’d finished wiping up, the tea kettle whistled. He went to tend to it as you picked your panties up off the floor and slide them back into place over your satisfied cunt.

When you turned back to your boyfriend, he presented you with a steaming cup of earl grey. The two of you sat down with the warm beverages and you said to him, “You know, I have a good feeling about this tape. I think the judges will be impressed.”

“You think so?” Tom looked at your hopefully. Even doms needed reassurance outside the bedroom.

“Tommy,” you took his hand in yours. “You’re an incredible skater and you work really hard. Anyone who watches your tape will see how talented you are.” You squeezed his hand. “Plus, there’s no way they won’t pick you with my filming skills,” you teased.

Tom kissed you firmly and lovingly. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, skater boy.

#tom holland smut #tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #skater!tom #tom holland x y/n #tom holland fluff #tom holland oneshot

[fruitchouli]

paradise as a fragrance

key words: summer, roses, american dream, hollywood + bel air + la, diamonds, older men, drugs, elvis, marilyn, jim morrison, god + jesus + mary, rosaries and crucifixes, heaven, garden of eden, good + evil, innocence lost, lynch, whitman, ginsberg, baby doll dresses, priscilla presley, dark hair, bouffants, black and white lace, palm trees, candelabras

possible notes: velvet rose, frankincense, clove, pomegranate, blood orange, grenadine, night blooming jasmine, narcissus, patchouli, cypress, amber, panties note

paradise lana could wear:

- portrait of a lady by frederic malle (rose, patchouli, incense, clove)

- jasmin rouge by tom ford (jasmine, ylang-ylang, neroli, cinnamon)

- opus x by amouage (bloody rose accord, varnish accord, geranium, metallic notes)

[heliads]

Hello, I hope you are having a good day or evening, I just wanted to ask what fics do u have lined up? 🙏😁

hello anon, i hope you have a good day or evening as well!

5/19: so, before you go chapter eight (darkling x reader)

5/21: bones mccoy x reader (grishaverse au)

5/23: matthias helvar x reader (enemies to friends to lovers)

5/25: charles leclerc x reader (reader is ferrari head of pr)

5/27: andrew peter parker x reader (simple headcanons)

5/29: clove x reader (reader helps clove train for the games)

5/31: tom peter parker x reader (male reader is fighting in wakanda during infinity war, they're worried about each other through the blip)

6/1: billy rocks x reader (the magnificent seven but a grishaverse au, i am so so excited to write this, june cannot come quickly enough)

6/3: tewkesbury x reader (both of them are lovesick idiots)

6/5: han solo x reader (escapades w han + singing to get out of a crisis)

6/7: race x reader (reader is brooklyn's second in command)

6/9: peter pevensie x reader (reader is a knight with a gay crisis, i am shrieking, raven i love you for sending this in)

6/11: jack wilder x reader (reader is a paramedic and jack keeps mildly injuring himself so she can fix him up)

6/13: newt x reader (gally's trademarked beverage as a plot device)

6/15: peter pevensie x reader (headcanons for having to live in london after spending so long in narnia)

6/17: finch x reader (the newsies are hanging out, he has a crush)

6/19: daniel atlas x reader (reader volunteers to be a part of a trick, he gets shy)

6/21: newt x reader (tmr modern au, they sit next to each other in class)

6/23: race higgins x reader (race + reader are on a date but get jumped and they must recover emotionally from that)

6/25: kai parker x reader (kai redemption era)

6/27: lucy pevensie x reader (lucy has a girlfriend and gets up the courage to introduce them to the siblings, this is when they're all kings and queens)

6/29: zoya nazyalensky x reader (reader is zoya's #1 fan bc zoya saved them from attack one time, reader is hurt by somebody and zoya nearly becomes a supervillain bc of it)

7/1: andrew peter parker x reader (male reader is peter's best friend but when peter gets bitten by the spider, he stops hanging out with reader as much, angst ensues)

plus bonus non requests that i get to tack onto the end of my queue bc i am the author and i need to clear through some of my unwritten ideas:

7/3: eric coulter x reader (reader was from amity but now tattoos, idk commentary on art surviving in a place like dauntless you get my drift)

7/5: jesper fahey x reader (this quote specifically that has been in my inbox for months: but how long? how long until i blend into the background and i'm no longer unusual? what will you do when i'm no longer a bet that calls your interest or a gamble worth the odds?)

7/7: eowyn x reader (eowyn thinks she dislikes reader bc reader is a girl and can fight but eowyn can't, in reality that's not jealousy but a repressed crush on a girl, we've all had them before)

7/9: brocedes fic (idk the plot yet i just want it to hurt)

7/11: peter pan x reader (reader can visit neverland when she's dreaming, she goes there often enough that she wants to live there forever, she asks peter to take her but he hesitates, she decides to never dream of him again, eventually he shows up in person bc he misses her)

7/13: carlos sainz x leclerc!reader (i had an idea when i should have been studying for finals and now it's all of your problem)

yeah requests aren't going to be open for a while lol

#not writing

[macaronisoup]

Pang chill na kanta

Litost - X Ambassadors

Northern Wind - City and Colour

Shell Suite - Chad Valley

Be The Song - Foy Vance

Yamaha - Delta Spirit

Halo - Ane Brun (Cover)

Heart Like Yours - Willamette Stone

Heal - Tom Odell

Don't Forget About Me - Cloves

#music

[norabrice1701]

An Offer Received - Part III.1

A Jaguar Villain Tom Hiddleston Character (Thomas Conrad) fanfic

Pairing: Thomas Conrad x Fem!reader

Summary: Part III.1 & III.2 - You spring Mr. Conrad’s trap and he has you. You’re his.

Rating: Part III.1 & III.2 -  Explicit sexual content NSFW smut (please be ye warned and do not proceed if not your cuppa), controlling behavior, threats of violence, f-bombs, scalpel violence, Dark!Conrad

Previously: Part II - 5 Weeks

A/N: Part III is long, but hopefully worth it. So, here’s the first part with the second part up next. And please - unless you 100% consent up front to a relationship like this, this fic should not be relationship goals. Also, I went with Secretary Ross’ title from the MCU but this fic is still meant to be non-nation specific.

GIF credit to the original poster via the Tumblr search!

Part III.1 - 5 Months

It didn’t make sense. Month after month, update after update. Across all the divisions, all the departments - one eyesore project initiative sat apart from the rest. Operation ‘Blue Sea’.

You may have only had this position for five months, but you knew a hemorrhaging wound when you saw one. How could anyone with any business sense see the amount of money spent on this project without adding a single dollar to the company’s bottom line? You had to know more.

Operation ‘Blue Sea’ – a government defense contract funded as an exploratory effort to develop an advanced warfare submarine prototype, the details of which were highly classified. Even the project location had been redacted. Scanning the record of invoices, it was easy to see the last one that the government had paid...was over four years ago.

You squinted at your laptop. If the last payment from the government had been over four years ago, then who funded the project now? Who paid these additional millions of investment? You clicked on the latest invoice, scanning for the initials of the person who approved the payment. Also redacted.

It didn’t look good, but you hoped there was an explanation. Perhaps the answers hid in the redacted text. Perhaps the project was being used as an internal improvement opportunity. But what could possibly be the benefit to the company at large? And why hide it in a scrapped submarine project?

You had no choice but to take it to Conrad. Either you needed a higher security clearance for the redacted information or needed his agreement to close the project, cutting off the mystery source of money. You found an opening on his calendar and set the meeting.

The passing hours gave you time to think, to strategize. To firm up your proposed solution. Obviously, it made the most sense to shut the project down. To stop the cash flow and dig to the bottom of what those funds were really being used for. You could only hope that you hadn’t stumbled onto an embezzlement scheme. Or maybe Conrad would reward you for such a discovery. That seemed unlikely, though. Your boss kept a tight watch on his company, so it stood to reason he knew that Operation ‘Blue Sea’ was ongoing.

A paranoid part of you hoped that you hadn’t accidentally stumbled onto something worse…something that Conrad didn’t want you to know. The implications were too sickening to linger on, so you focused back on your inbox.

At the appointed meeting time, you knocked on his door. He bid you entry and you sat in the chair opposite his desk. Now that winter’s chill had settled in, he was never seen in his shirtsleeves. Absently, it made you wonder if he was cold-natured. Would his fingers be chilly to the touch? Or warmed by the steaming cup of tea that rested at his elbow?

You didn’t bother with pleasantries. You knew they didn’t matter to him. “Sir, I took a deeper look at the divisional financial updates, and specifically wanted to discuss Operation ‘Blue Sea’.” You ran through your findings on the end of official cash flow and the start of the mystery source. “This project is guzzling money without a known source, and hasn’t produced any measurable output since the government pulled out four years ago. With your permission, sir, I propose to shut it down. To find out where the funneled cash has been used – hopefully we’re not looking at an embezzlement scandal – and take the next actions appropriately.”

He sat, largely unmoving, as you laid out the details and your proposal. His eyes had barely skimmed the project file printouts that you laid before him. If anything, he looked a curious mix of proud and disappointed. Nothing about his calm reaction – or lack of reaction – set you at ease.

Suddenly, he blinked rapidly with a dismissive sigh as he reached for his tea. “I had suspected something was afoot in my company. It took you a little longer than I anticipated, but it’s of little consequence.”

What did he mean by that? Surely, he didn’t move you into this position to uncover rotten apples in the company’s barrel. This hadn’t exactly been hidden, but maybe Conrad was just too busy to be bothered by the details. But that thought didn’t sit well with you, either – he was the very definition of attention to detail.

You moistened your lips, unsure. “Forgive me, sir, but you seem–.”

“I’ll have your clearance level upgraded on Monday to begin your investigation in full.” His teacup clinked softly against the saucer. “I expect you to keep all discussions of Operation ‘Blue Sea’ confidential between us, and discuss it with no one outside the confines of this office.”

“Yes, sir. Of course.” You knew what was at stake with this investigation. Maybe he did, too, given how quickly he acquiesced to secure higher credentials for you to access redacted information. Your brain wanted to question it, but maybe, you’d just take the easy victory.

His fingers flew over the keyboard of his laptop, unbothered as you sat there in silence. You debated finding something to say. But he wasn’t a man for small talk and he obviously didn’t want to talk about the situation around Operation ‘Blue Sea’. Which also didn’t make sense to you – what CEO wouldn’t be immediately concerned with the future of his company if he found out about a potentially illegal scheme happening right under his nose?

His voice carried quietly over the tapping of keys. “You made decisions about the trajectory of my company long before you were officially empowered to do so. It shouldn’t surprise you that you’re in this position to broaden that scope of responsibility and align us for every future success.” His gaze lifted from the laptop, eyes glittering with an unnerving, mischievous intent. “Your discovery is deserving of a treat, wouldn’t you say?”

Nothing about this felt right. You shook you heard, unsure. “I - it’s the job, sir - just doing what you asked. I suppose...it’s your decision if that’s worthy of a treat.”

The corner of his mouth lifted with silent approval as his sharp mind worked behind those mesmerizing, icy eyes. “Tell me,” he spoke softly at last, “are you free this evening?”

This evening? Friday night? Your brow pinched in confusion. “Sir, tonight’s the Secretary’s holiday benefit, and you’re attend -.”

“Yes, I’m aware of my plans tonight. I asked about you.”

“Me?” Your eyes widened and you fought back a guffaw. “Me, no. No, I’m not attending.”

“Then let’s remedy that, shall we?” He reached for his phone that rested on his desktop.

“Sir, I - I couldn’t possibly. And you…,” you swallowed, unsure to continue but unwilling to back down, “your valet sent a note - you’re set to take Galinda Barrett.”

“Yes, the fashion photographer turned Pulitzer Prize winner,” he glanced up with a wry look, “I don’t think she’ll be too brokenhearted.”

Shit, what else could you say? You glanced at your LOKI smartwatch, noting the time. The gala started at 8:30 and it was past 3:30 now...how could you possibly even have a suitable dress for such a formal occasion?

He looked back to his phone, fingers flying over the smooth surface. “Take the rest of the afternoon off. Go straight to Pierre & Sons, a reliable clothier. Ask for Jean-Louis, he’ll know to expect your arrival. From there, they’ll advise your next stop.”

“Sir, that’s really...very generous of you, but there’s no need. I…,” you paused, unable to believe it, your stomach twisting, “I can’t let you stand up Galinda.”

He paused from his phone, pinning you with the full weight of his stare. “Do you remember what I told you from the very beginning?”

You wracked your brain, trying to recall. He’d imparted so many expectations, but then you remembered - that first meeting, when he first offered you a chair. You could hear his elegant voice reciting the same syllables, and you knew you were sunk. “Yes, sir,” you nodded slowly, “when you make an offer, you expect it to be received.”

He nodded, approval lurking in his piercing gaze. Approval and something darker, something possessive. “Very good. Now from glancing at your watch, you must know time is of the essence. I shall see you at 8:05 tonight.”

You recognized a dismissal when you heard it, still stunned at the turn in conversation. You wondered what would have happened if you still refused. But as you pushed through his office double doors, back out into the main area with your desk – you realized that no one ever said no to Thomas Conrad. He always had an answer and never gave anyone the opportunity.

At least this was just one night, one black-tie holiday charity function. He was officially attending on the corporation’s behalf, so at least it wasn’t a personal social engagement. But still…the sense of uneasy dread lingered in your gut as you queued up directions to Pierre & Sons.

The drive went quick. Sure, your Audi was nowhere near the same caliber as his Jag, but you still enjoyed driving it. Far more practical and within your budget. Once parked, you took the three steps up to the clean, whitewashed brick storefront. A soft bell chimed on your entrance as you were hit with the pleasant smell of cinnamon and clove. Holiday carols played in elegant string arrangements as a kind-faced man greeted you from behind the main counter. “Good afternoon, ma’am. How may I help you?”

“Good afternoon. I have an appointment, I think. Mr. Conrad said to ask for Jean-Louis. I’m –.”

Your name sounded over your shoulder and you couldn’t help but turn. A tall man, impeccably dressed in bold patterns that should have clashed but didn’t, stood in the awning of a doorway, sizing you from head to toe. “Yes, I knew it was you!” His smile grew, wide and proud. “You match Mr. Conrad’s description perfectly. Come along, vites, vites,” he motioned you into the room, “Mr. Conrad made clear that we’re on a limited schedule. And there’s so much to do!”

The hours rushed by in a whirlwind of fabric, makeup and hairspray. Admittedly, it was all rather decadent. The corset was equal parts luxurious and stiff against your torso, cinched with laces and hooked in place to curve your hips and breasts into just the right shape without suffocating you. Silken panties covered more than you expected but still left you feeling virtually naked under your dress of such a fine fabric and cut, in a color that perfectly complimented your skin tone. Where you had been concerned about makeup hiding your face, it simply enhanced your natural features. Soft highlights drew focus to your eyes, and you lips looked lush. The deceptively simple up-do showed off the slope of your neck down to the dress’ flattering neckline.

Looking in the mirror for the final time, the dress hugged the shape of the corset without revealing what lay beneath, and you couldn’t deny the obvious truth. You looked beautiful. Strangely enough and more importantly, you actually felt beautiful.

Jean-Louis smiled approvingly. “That’s why I do this job,” he said, “for that smile right there. The one that knows what it is to be beautiful.”

He reached to the clothes rack for a long, black garment. The fabric was velvet, rich and heavy as it slid against your skin, covering up your elegant gown. Of course, the long velvet coat – more of a cape with sleeves – fit you eerily just as well as the dress. He smiled in approval. “A finishing touch. Can’t have you wearing just any old coat - it’s already cold out, and he did say it was going to be windy.”

Windy?

Before you could question it further, he shooed you from the room. As you emerged into the shop front, you were startled that night had fallen. Your watch was somewhere in the garment bag that Jean-Louis had shoved your workwear into, along with your phone - you had no clue of the time.

A nondescript man in a nondescript black suit lingered near the door, inclining his head on your approach, wishing you a good evening by name.

You eyed him warily, already suspecting the creepy truth. “Good evening. I’m assuming Mr. Conrad sent you?”

“Indeed, miss. He knew you would be in need of a driver to escort you.”

“A driver? No, I have my car…I can drive.” Fortunately, the heels you wore were relatively sensible. As tall as you already were, you couldn’t stand taller than Mr. Conrad.

“We’ll be taking your car, miss.” He held out a hand in silent query.

You’d tolerated it all afternoon, but this was the last straw. There would be words with Mr. Conrad tonight. But you knew better than to shoot the messenger, so you yielded your car key.

It felt surreal to ride in the backseat of your own vehicle with a glorified chauffeur at the wheel. You watched the city streets blur by, noting that you were most certainly not heading to your apartment. Instead, the driver glided to a stop in front of a sleek, modern building that stretched high to the sky. There was no obvious sign announcing what this building was – but the lack of signage told you plenty. Only the super wealthy and powerful didn’t announce where they lived. And now…now you stood at the base of what could only be Conrad’s apartment building.

The driver ushered you forward, and the doorman opened the door. “Good evening,” again another greeting by your name, “Mr. Conrad is expecting you.”

You glared around the modern, elegant, empty lobby as frustration consumed you. Were you supposed to find him? Was he coming down to you? No one told you anything but seemed to know everything. You hated feeling at a disadvantage, and you certainly were.

You knew just what Mr. Conrad wanted you to know. And nothing more.

Nothing helped your sense of irritation, not even when he finally came around the corner. Of course, he looked killer in a bespoke tuxedo that fit his frame like a second skin. If possible, his hair looked more elegantly styled and he moved with such effortless, commanding grace. The sight of him also did nothing to ease the heat that danced along your skin ever since you first slipped into the silky undergarments.

His eyes traveled up and down the length of your body, not even trying to hide his assessment. At last those clear eyes found yours, an undercurrent of satisfied amusement lurking in their depths. “If you weren’t scowling so intently, I’d dare say you look absolutely stunning.”

“I don’t relish the compliment, Mr. Conrad.” You snapped, at the end of your rope. “You sent a driver to the clothier. I’ll have you know that I am perfectly capable of driving my own car – you can’t just -.” Your words stalled as he stepped closer, leveraging his handsome, intimidating height.

He purred, low and dangerous. “Can’t just…what?”

That horrible, distracting, intoxicating cologne surrounded you, threatening your concentration. God, why did he have to smell so good?

“Can’t just…,” you licked you lips, meeting his gaze, “can’t just control me like that.”

His lips merely curled in an answering smile that didn’t touch his eyes. “You haven’t had control since you first set foot in my office, darling. So, don’t delude yourself into thinking that you have it now. You’ve merely had the illusion that I wanted you to have - but starting tonight, all that changes.”

You took an instinctive step back but a strong, solid hand pressed to the small of your back, keeping you close to him. Every fight or flight instinct kicked into high gear as his other arm bracketed your shoulders. You were trapped in what would effectively look like a harmless lovers’ embrace.

But there was nothing harmless about the razor sharp gleam of his eyes. “You see, I need to recruit someone of your determined drive, your sharp focus. I’d rather you be a willing participant – it makes things so much easier, and in your unique case, would prove particularly pleasurable.”

“I…I don’t understand,” you glared back at him, stiffening at the tone of his voice, “recruit me? I already work for you.”

He chuckled again, another dark, sinister sound. “If only ‘twere so. Now come along, darling; we mustn’t be late.”

“I won’t go anywhere with you.” This was going nowhere good, and you struggled to break free, to pull back. But he held you fast, pivoting to guide you towards the elevator in slow, forced steps with deceptive strength. If the doormen noticed your struggles, they paid no obvious attention or took action to intervene.

Fear sank in your stomach as you realized you were powerless. If Conrad had somehow bought those men off, anticipating your reaction…then, maybe you were just fucked.

“I do wish you would calm down,” he said smoothly, unruffled by your protest, “please accept my assurance that I mean you no harm.”

“Then, won’t you just tell me what you want. And why!”

“Not here.” His tone brokered no argument as the elevator chimed low.

He led you forward into the brass and mirrored elevator interior. Reaching around you, he pushed a button simply labeled ‘T’, and the elevator started upwards, floors ticking by.

You swallowed, the heat from his hand still on your back seeping through the velvet coat to your dress. “Where are we going?”

“To the benefit, of course.”

“Then, shouldn’t we be going down?” You’d just assumed that the Jag would make another appearance, instead of ascending to…wherever you were going.

The elevator chimed your arrival and the doors slid open. Windows surrounded the elevator lobby, and you could see the shining lights of the city beyond the building’s rooftop. You could also see the glass doors leading to a set of steps up to a helipad. A helipad with a black, sleek, waiting helicopter.

You forced another hard swallow, your heart racing. Just where exactly was this benefit?

“Come along,” he guided you forward with the strength of his body, “we’ve already dallied too long.”

The cold air bit at your skin as you navigated through the glass doors and up to the helipad. The blades spun at low speed, whipping your dress and coat about your feet as you moved forward in his embrace. There would be no chance for escape once confined in the cabin with him. But, surely, with the crowded benefit, you would at least be safe until the return trip.

Right?

The cabin door slid closed behind him and the whirring rotor noise receded to a dull roar in the background. Of course, the interior was lovely - cream-colored leather, posh wood finishes, even a fringed table lamp between the two cushy seats.

Tense silence stretched as the helicopter lifted away. Your hands gripped the armrests, part never having flown in a helicopter before, part in adrenaline-fueled frustration.

A million things ran through your mind. Things you wanted to say. Things you wanted to yell. Foul names you wanted to call him. But reason stilled your tongue as the city lights flew by. This was his domain and upsetting him further, well…that certainly couldn’t bode well for you.

“Do you recall our conversation on the way to dinner some months ago?” He sounded eerily calm, pensive. “The society that rots around us?”

How could you not? “Yes."  You weren’t sure what brought about the abrupt change in conversation, but you had acknowledged the idea at the time. "There was...a surprising amount of truth to it.”

“Too much truth, in fact. Too much truth to let it run unchecked any longer.”

A shudder ran down your spine and you couldn’t stop from glancing over at him with wide, concerned eyes. “Just…what do you mean by that?”

He stared out the window, eyes focused and calculating as he surveyed the world below. Like a king on high. An emperor of his domain. The thought roiled in your gut. Who…who was this man?

He turned from the window, the picture of clam, steady control. “They say the world has only known five great, influential empires in the entire history of civilization. A rather shocking fact, especially considering the ingenuity and connectivity of the modern world. Thus, the irony – at a time when the world is more connected than ever, it stands the most disjointed.”

The implication didn’t make sense as you blinked, trying to understand. “So, what…? You…you’re going to…unify everyone?”

“Not just unify.” His face hardened with a razor sharp edge. “A world where borders, race, genders are no longer definitions or limits. A world where only the capacity of one’s mind and the will to succeed determine your destiny. A truly free world.”

“But that’s insane!”

“Is it?” He chuckled, dark and chilling. “What’s insane is continuing to let the old guard run unchallenged. Perpetuating old ideologies because they’re too myopic to glimpse beyond their own so-called-grandeur to what the world could be.”

“But you couldn’t possibly….,” you scrambled to verbalize your thoughts, “to be clear, you are talking about...overthrowing the global order. World fucking domination, right? Like…like you’re a Bond villain!”

He sneered. “They lack true vision and conviction. You’re pardoned this once, but do not draw that comparison again.”

Your eyes widened in absurd disbelief. Either he was certifiably insane, or this was some elaborate hoax. It had to be. Sure, there was nothing playful about the man who was your boss, but…. The more you studied him, the more you came to the sinking realization.

He meant it. He meant every word.

You gulped hard, thinking back to his previous words. “You…you said you wanted to ‘recruit’ me.”

“That I did.”

“Recruit me in your quest for world domination?”

“If you must phrase it so dramatically.”

You nearly barked a laugh. “This makes no sense.”

He sighed, annoyance flashing in his gaze. “You’re an intelligent woman. Certainly ambitious, with a keen eye for detail. And rest assured, world domination starts with attention to detail.”

“You can’t possibly expect me to….” You trailed off, the thought playing out in your mind. He didn’t actually expect you to say yes, did he? To go along with his crazy scheme? But fear suddenly crawled down your spine at what he would do if you refused.

He hummed softly, a disconcerting sound. “Did you know the average cruising altitude of this helicopter is 2,500 feet?”

You drew a sharp inhale, pitifully reaching for the armrest of your chair as if it would save you. But of course that had to be the alternative…he couldn’t afford to let you live if you refused him. You knew far too much now.

He slid out of his seat with silent ease, dropping to a knee on the cabin floor in front of you. His scent flooded your senses, hands warm and gentle as they cupped your jaw. He raised your head until all you could see were two pools of spellbinding, icy blue. “Punishment only comes with misdeed; cruelty only with cause. Until you give me a cause, you have nothing to fear from me. It’s as true now as it was on the ground.”

Your heart threatened to burst in your chest. “How...how can you expect me to stand by and watch such...destruction?”

“What makes you think you’ll be watching?” His thumb caressed your cheek, his face cracking in a mocking, pitying smile. “My dear, you’ve already been helping.”

Your stomach dropped to your feet. How was that possible? You’d only been doing your job - you’d only been doing...exactly what he asked. The realization seized you, eyes widening. “You’re hiding it in LOKI. Whatever your plan, your scheme is...you’re running it through the company.” You instantly recalled the meeting earlier today and the last piece fell into place. “Operation 'Blue Sea'."

He leaned forward, soft lips pressing to your forehead. A blessing. A benediction. A mollification.  

Your breath caught at the gentle sensation as his kiss fell to your cheek. The tip of your nose. Nothing about his touch should ignite your blood given the circumstances, but heat pooled low in your core all the same. Your heart raced, anticipating his next touch...you moistened your lips without thinking, leaning into his touch.

He pulled back ever so slightly, breath ghosting your lips. “You know, I do think something is missing. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Your brow furrowed, taken aback at the statement and his intimate presence. “Missing…?”

His hands fell away from your face and you shivered from the chill. You didn’t realize just how warm his touch was in comparison to the cabin air. He reached into his jacket, extracting a long, slim velvet case. He pulled the lid open and your eyes widened to take in the sheer amount of diamonds.

He rumbled his approval of your reaction. “When Jean-Louis notified me of your gown’s neckline, I couldn’t resist.” Balancing the case on his bent knee, he pulled the necklace free, the layers of diamonds swinging and glittering in the light.

You didn’t dare move, too stunned at the gesture, at what must be an exorbitant price tag, at what was so clearly a statement of possession as he fastened the necklace around your neck. The metal was chilly against your skin and the weight undeniable Your hand rose to caress the tiered necklace, brushing over the immaculate stones.

His eyes darkened with smoldering satisfaction, the smuggest of closed-mouthed grins on his handsome face. God, you wanted to slap him. You wanted to kiss him.

He rose, settling back into his seat, smoothing out his jacket. “I do hope you’ll enjoy yourself tonight, and put all of this conversation from your mind.” The helicopter started to descend. “This is my treat for you, after all.”

What was there for you to say? You couldn’t very well say anything to anyone at the benefit. There was absolutely no proof, and if he was hiding in plain sight in such a large corporation, then clearly...clearly you weren’t the only recruit to his crusade. You glanced over at him as the helicopter touched down gently. “Tell me one thing, though.”

He looked over, arching an elegant brow.

You swallowed hard, nodding at the sprawling mansion outside the window. “How many of the people here are also your ‘recruits’?”

His smile widened, mischievous and cold. “More than you’d think.”

Up Next: Part III.2 - 5 Months 

#tom hiddleston #villain #the art of villainy #hiddlesedit #good to be bad #world domination #loki #avengers reference #fanfic #an offer received #wannabe writer #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston x you #NOT RPF

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Hot Buttered Rum - Hoopla, History & How To

Rum Is Better With Butter

Hot buttered rum is perfect for winter nights and Christmas holiday drinks in cooler climates. Warm up a single serving or a round of drinks for family and friends with the recipes below.

Behind The Bar - How To Make Hot Buttered Rum At Home

Hot Buttered Rum Recipe:

1 tsp (small slice or pat) butter*

1 tsp brown sugar

1 pinch ground cinnamon and nutmeg

2 oz dark rum

Boiling water

Put the butter, brown sugar and spices in the bottom of an Irish coffee glass or mug. Fill about 2/3 full with boiling water. Top with dark rum and stir. If using a cinnamon stick, the ground spice is probably overkill so eliminate and add later if still desired.

Batter Up The Butter

Buttered Rum Batter (compound butter):

1 stick butter*

4 oz brown sugar

1 tsp cinnamon

1 tsp nutmeg

Mix together the softened butter, brown sugar and spices until well combined. Refrigerate in an airtight container or place in your freezer until ready to use. Unthaw the rum batter several hours ahead of time and follow the instructions above using 2 teaspoons of batter along with the rum and boiling water per cocktail.

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Red Hot Poker

Note: this site focuses on home bars which, sadly in this case, means we can't in good conscious recommend that you use a red hot poker to char your hot buttered rum while inside your home because of the risks involved. The Popular Science video above with Dave Arnold of the former New York City cocktail destination Booker and Dax shows why this procedure should only be performed by professionals in properly equipped facilities.†

Safety first when it comes to using your bar. Please, always drink responsibly.

History Of Hot Buttered Rum

First Published

Jerry Thomas included a recipe for Hot Spiced Rum in the first drink book ever published in the United States in 1862.‡ It included Jamaican rum, sugar, allspice, cloves, butter and hot water along with an ‘unspiced’ version that was only dusted with a little grated nutmeg on top.

Its predecessor may have been buttered beer or ale with centuries earlier references by Andrew Boorde, Samuel Pepys and others (Harry Potter comes later). The first recipe for Buttered Beere appears to be the one Thomas Dawson penned in 1594 which included beer, eggs, sugar, nutmeg, clove, ginger and sweet butter set to the fire in a pewter pot until almost ready to boil.1

Rumbling, Bumbling and Stumbling

You might as well add fumbling to that list too because the importance of rum to colonial America makes Hot Buttered Rum the perfect NFL team themed drink for the New England Patriots. Later in the season that is.

Mark Your Calendar

January 17th is National Hot Buttered Rum Day!

Other Hot Drinks

Glögg - dry red wine, muscatel, sweet vermouth, Angostura bitters, raisins, orange peels, cardamom, cinnamon, vodka, sugar and slivered almonds.

Hot Toddy - whiskey, honey, lemon juice, boiling hot water and a lemon wedge studded with cloves, cinnamon and/or nutmeg.

Tom and Jerry - brandy, rum, egg yolks, milk, cream, sugar, vanilla, cloves, cinnamon and nutmeg. Replace the brandy with bourbon for a more traditional eggnog.

Zabaglione - egg yolks, sugar and Marsala wine.

References

* - a stick of butter equals 4 oz = 8 tbs which is usually marked off with lines for 1 tbs slices. A pat of butter is smaller (1" sq x 1/3") or about 1 tsp.

† - Red Hot Poker video transcript: Dave Arnold - I'm just testing an idea for a Chinese New Years drink that I'm going to call the Fire Breathing Dragon. In the old days when you went to a bar and got a hot drink they would pull a red hot iron out of the fire and shove it into the drink. The flavors you get from that very high heat from the red hot poker can't really be duplicated by just using hot water from the stove so I made a new version of basically the fireplace hand iron that's electrically heated. Its a new way to accomplish something very old.

‡ - Jerry Thomas, How To Mix Drinks, or The Bon-Vivant's Companion (New York: Dick & Fitzgerald, 1862), 80. Print.

1 - Thomas Dawson, The Good Huswifes Handmaide for the Kitchin (London: Richard Iones, 1594), 53b. Print.

Image: Flickr, djwtwo.

#Cocktails #Rum #Drinks #Hot #Holiday #Christmas

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Songs I would recommend for those sad daydream hours 🖤😔🎼

Listen before I go. Billie Eilish

They dont lie. Fevers

Come out and play. Billie Eilish

My mistake. Gabrielle Aplin

Try. Michael Mott, Jeremy Jordan

Finally. James Arthur

Chasing cars. Snow patrol

Long way down. Tom Odell

Not about Angel's. Birdy

I love you. Billie Eilish

Start of time. Gabrielle Aplin

A little more. Alessia Cara

Half the world away. AURORA

Just a little bit of your heart. Arianna Grande

Irrelevant. Lauren Aquilina

Lilo. Lauren Aquilina

River of tears. Alessia Cara

I'll be good. James Young

Unsteady. X Ambassadors

Bare. WILDES

Fading through. Wafia, Vancouver sleep clinic

Dont you wait. CLOVES

Stop crying your heart out. Oasis

#maladaptive daydreaming #madd #maladaptive behaviors #maladaptive coping #paras #maladaptive #daydreaming #immersive daydreaming #madd memes #parame #sad times #playlist