Reblogging Because Its Flopping

reblogging because it’s flopping 

Could you do 9, 45 and 50 🥺👉🏽👈🏽

cruel envy

a/n: i had a couple different ideas for this, but this is my final product... hopefully this is what you imagined it to be, i gave it a fluffy ending soooo... enjoy xx

pairing: fwb!tom x reader

warnings: angst, jealous tommy, lots of swearing, floof ending

italics is flashback / tom’s thought

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9. “You’re in love with her.”

45. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

50. “Why are you so jealous?”

Tom paced around his flat, consulting with Harrison.

Tom started to feel possessive of you, and when he heard about your date, he almost burst of anger. He didn’t understand why. He thought it was because he saw you as a younger sister but in reality, it would be weird for the two of you to be fucking. 

“I don’t understand it, Haz. Why do I feel this way? She should be able to date others and I shouldn’t be fazed by it,” Tom winced at the idea of you holding and laughing with someone other than himself.

“Honestly, mate, it’s quite obvious. You’re just too much of a div to see it,” Haz replied with a roll of his eyes.

“What’s so obvious?”

“It’s something you swore against when you guys decided to be fuck buddies,” the blonde sighed, remembering when Tom had told him about it. He would’ve never approved of such if he knew beforehand, knowing it could destroy their friendship.

“Something we swore against? C’mon, mate, I’m already as stressed as it is. Just tell me what it is,” Tom was tugging his curls in frustration.

“You’re in love with her, you div.”

“In love with her?” The boy spluttered, “T-That’s not possible. We swore not to, so how could I have? I made that rule.”

“Well, it’s a matter of accepting the truth or not. It’s obvious that you have feelings for the girl. Almost everyone can tell. You’re just too oblivious to tell your own feelings. Bloody hell, Y/N has liked you forever. Imagine how heartbroken she was when you told her about the rule, and now here you are, falling for her,” Haz slapped his forehead.

She stood ahead of him, held slightly tilted as the brunette stood in her doorway. He hadn’t said a word to her yet, but he replayed the interaction with Harrison in his head. 

“What’s up, Tom?” The girl asked, concerned for her frozen friend.

“Can I come in?” He finally spoke, avoiding her gaze.

“Sure,” she stood to the side, allowing him to step in. She closed the door after him, “Are you all right? You look kind of pale,” her eyes surveyed his face.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he took a deep breath, “I’m just shocked. That’s all.”

“Well then, make yourself at home. I’ve got to get ready for my date,” Y/N softly smiled, a blush rising on her cheeks.

Tom’s breath hitched, mumbling under his breath, “A date?”

Somehow, she had heard him, and replied, “Yeah, in about 2 hours. I’m super excited! This is our second date. He’s a really good guy, you’ll love him.”

He didn’t reply. His fists were clenched and ears were turning a bright red. His core clenched with jealousy.

“Do I mean nothing to you? Just a stupid fuck? Someone to get off with?” He finally burst. All the bottled up anger he had felt ever since your first date with the mystery man erupted within him.

“What? Where’s all of this coming from? You’re my best friend, not some quick fuck!” She was shocked at Tom’s outburst.

“Doesn’t seem like it to me. Here you are, getting ready to fuck with some other guy and leaving me behind!”

“I’m not going to fuck him! I’m going to dinner, Thomas, not to the club. Besides, you’re the one who wanted to be fuck buddies! You’re the one who made all the rules! There were no rules that restricted us from going out on dates and creating new relationships,” her face turning red as she screamed at him. He didn’t reply, only huffing, leaving her to continue, “Since when did you ever care about my dating life? I’ve always let you fuck around with these, these sluts you find at clubs,” she said the word repulsively. The Y/H/C girl never liked to demean any other females, but she was furious. He never cared and neither did she, so why start now? Then, something hit her, “You’re jealous.”

His eyes widened, “I’m not jealous at all.”

“Stop denying it! Why are you so jealous?” She, although burning with anger, moved closer to the boy. “You have no right to be, and you sure as hell know it. We’re only friends. You said it yourself,” she pointed a stern finger at him.

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it!” He pushed her hand out of his face.

“Do I know it? I liked you years before this agreement! Do you know how much it hurt when you set that rule? I only took this opportunity because I knew that it would be the closest I would get from having an actual relationship with you! Now, when I’m trying to move on, you just have to get in the way and ruin it,” tears were streaming down her face.

“Darling, I-,” he was cut off by her fists pounding his chest.

“You’re a fucking div! I hate that I love you,” pain and sorrow coated her words.

“I’m so sorry, darling, if I knew I wouldn’t’ve asked you,” he grabbed her wrists, “I fell in love with you, and I know we swore against it, but I couldn’t help myself. I just did.”

“You’re an asshole,” her voice cracked, “I only have an hour to get ready, and I look like shit.”

“You’re still going on your date?” 

“Yes, I am,” she ripped her arms from his hold, “I’m going to enjoy myself while you can sulk. Also, the agreement is off. I’m done,” she flicked her hair over her shoulder, walking to her room to make herself look presentable.

Tom stayed put in his spot, thinking over everything she just said to him. She still loved him, but she was going on a date with someone else. Maybe he could tell the date that Y/N still loved him and she’ll come running back to him. He couldn’t do that. She’d hate him more.

The door bell rang and he heard her yell, “Coming,” before rushing to the door. 

He admired the way the scarlet dress fit her figure perfectly. It cinched at the waist and clung to her hips. The deep neckline displayed a bit of cleavage, but there was still enough coverage left for imagination. Her black heels gave her an inch or two of height. In one of her neatly manicured hands, she held a white leather clutch.

When the door opened, it revealed a similar blonde with blue eyes.

“Harrison?” Tom felt his anger growing once again, “You’re the guy Y/N is going out with?”

“Hey, mate,” Haz chuckled, “we’re not going out. She just wanted to make you jealous.”

The girl blushed, hiding her face in her hands.

“Then what was that argument for?” Tom’s voice was softer.

“She wanted to see how you’d react,” Harrison shrugged.

“I kind of got carried away,” she grinned.

“Kind of isn’t the word I would use,” the brunette stated, rolling his eyes.

“Whatever, loser. Want to go on this date or not?”

“What date?” Tom looked between Harrison and Y/N, having no clue of what was happening.

“The date I was supposedly going on. You didn’t think I got ready for no reason did you?”

“Y-You want to go with me?” Tom asked, flustered.

“Yes, you div. She does. Now hurry up. You’re going to be late for the reservation,” Haz tapped his wristwatch.

“What are we waiting for then? Let’s go,” you giggled at Tom’s enthusiasm.

Cna i please be added to admitting taglist? 💙💙💙I love enemies to lovers SO dang much 😍

sure! same, enemies to lovers is amazing. i never really thought of having a taglist so anyone who wants to be in it for the admitting series, comment or send in a request for it! 

pillow talk

a/n: i saw a couple of prompts and i thought “well that’s cute” and just yeeted them into the fic... enjoy xx

warnings: fluffy, late night convos with tommy, not explicitly sexual but there are sexual terms and insinuations

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You and Tom laid in bed holding one another, appreciating each other’s presence. A beam of light from the moon leaked through your curtains, shining over the two of you. Everything around you was still, no sounds erupting out of thin air. 

Tom shifted beside you, turning his head to get a better view of you. Neither one of you could sleep, though none of you knew why. Your arm and leg was draped over his body while your head rested on his arm. 

“You’re really comfortable,” you said, breaking the silence, “and you smell good.”

He chuckled, “Thank you, darling, but I think you smell divine.” His arm moved under you to stroke your hair, “How is your hair so soft? Are you using like a bajillion pumps of conditioner every day?”

“I just have naturally soft hair, thank you very much,” you sassed jokingly.

“Of course you do,” he sighed, “Can’t sleep?” 

“Yup, I don’t know why, though.”

“Neither can I. I can’t seem to stop thinking about you,” he confessed.

“Thanks for making me seem like a bad girlfriend,” you pouted.

He rolled his eyes, “You’re not a bad girlfriend, love. You’re the best girlfriend in the whole wide world,” he saw a satisfied smile light up your face, “Happy now?”

You nodded enthusiastically, pulling him closer to you. The warmth of his body radiated off him. You shuddered when a soft breeze hit your back and pressed further onto Tom.

“Are you trying to kill me?” He chuckled, feeling blood rush into his lower regions.

“You’re so warm,” you put your cheek against his warm chest.

As you laid with your body pressed against his, you felt something hard touching your lower core. 

You gasped, “Tommy!”

He mimicked you, “Y/N!”

“Your just like a teenager going through puberty,” you giggled.

“It’s not my fault,” he defended, “You’re the one pushing against me, and I can’t control myself around you.”

“Well I’m not helping you with your little issue, so you may escort yourself to the bathroom or suffer,” you said simply, still clutching onto his warmth.

“Little? I’ll have you know I’m a good 8 inches,” he stated.

“Ew, go away,” you whined, “I don’t want to hear about your dick. Just do what you gotta do or don’t.”

“I guess I’ll just stay here and rub my “little” issue against you,” he shrugged.

Giggling, you pushed him away, “Stop. Go get rid of it.”

He groaned, “Why won’t you help me now? You’re always eager to hop on it.”

“Go,” you blushed.

He joined you back in the bed after about 10 minutes, looking sweaty and flustered.

“Enjoy yourself in there?” You teased.

“I sure did, darling. Felt so good letting my load out,” he sighed, “You should’ve seen the amount, you would’ve jumped to swallow it.”

You smacked his arm, blushing furiously.

“I’m starting to feel tired. Maybe I just needed to get off. Luckily I have my lovely girlfriend to give me quality advice,” he smiled, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“I’m not tired, though,” you complained.

“Trying getting off, it really works.”

“No, Tommy, I want you to sing,” you whined.

“But I don’t like to sing,” he argued.

“I’ll suck you off tomorrow,” you bargained.

“Fuck. Fine, but I won’t sing for long. Enjoy while you can,” he obliged.

Mumbling a small ‘yay,’ you neatly tucked yourself under the covers and snuggled into Tom. He began softly singing Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood. Not long after, the two of you fell asleep, limbs tangled together.

sex is like math

warnings: should be obvious because, well look at the title

Tom: i’m so glad i’m out of school

Y/N: why? were you that dumb?

Tom: no. i saw Paddy’s math work and it looked so complicated

Y/N: you know, math’s not that bad

Tom: not that bad?! it’s terrible

Y/N: think about it this way: sex is like math. you add the bed, subtract the clothes, divide the legs, and hope you don’t multiply

Tom carrying you to the bedroom: let’s do some math then

intelligence

a/n: my first dramione fic !!! woo hoo,,, don’t attack me for shipping it, i just do... enjoy xx

pairing: draco malfoy x hermione granger

warnings: fLUFF

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Hermione had gone to the library for leisure reading. She wandered into a dimly lit isle, looking for New Theory of Numerology by Lukas Karuzos. Her eyes scanned over the shelves of books, spotting the dark brown material with gold detailing. She grabbed the book and found a seat near the grand windows.

Draco walked into the library, not looking for anything in particular. As always, Crabbe and Goyle were trailing after him. He told the two to find a table while he went off to look for Advanced Potion-Making by Lubatius Borage.

Compared to his friends, Draco quite enjoyed learning, more so Potions. His grades were spectacular and he was very intelligent although he made it seem like he didn’t care about school.

Draco found the book in no time, seeing he would look for that book for majority of the time when he was at the library. He decided to take a longer route back to his table, not wanting to have to deal with Crabbe and Goyle. 

The two morons weren’t like Draco, knowledge wise. Their grades were below average, and even Draco believed that the two were going backwards instead of forward. He didn’t care much, though, they were only like henchmen to him.

As he strolled through the library, he saw the silhouette of a female with messy curls sitting alone near the windows. He recognized who it was immediately. Her hair was a big give away.

Draco didn’t know how, but he was suddenly standing in front of her.

“Granger,” he acknowledged.

She jumped in surprise, looking up to see the blonde, “Malfoy.”

“Mind if I sit here?” His arm rested on the chair across of her and she looked at him with questioning eyes.

Her brown eyes sparkled in the light as she looked at him. His eyes were an enchanting silver, but cold and sad.

Breaking her gaze, she looked around the library, expecting for something to come out at her, and simply stated, “It’s no going to work.”

“What’s going to work?” His eyebrows furrowed.

“Whatever your plan is,” she looked around and loudly said, “you can come out now. I know you’re there.”

Nobody came out. She only received glares and shushes from other students.

“I don’t have a plan, Granger. I’m just asking for a seat,” Draco looked at her as if she were mental.

Still wary, she let him sit, but she constantly looked around her, staying alert the entire time.

“Why are you sitting with me?” 

“Well, if you haven’t noticed, I’d like to sit with someone with at least a smidge of intelligence, and frankly, Crabbe and Goyle don’t fit the requirements,” he said, watching her hair messily swaying as her head turned.

Finally, she looked at him, “So you really don’t have a plan to mess my teeth up again?”

The image of her front two teeth growing to an abnormal length appeared in his thoughts and he chuckled slightly before replying, “No. Although, it was pretty funny.”

“Says the boy who became a ferret,” she snapped.

He grimaced at thought. Being dropped from such a height multiple times hurt his normal body as much as it did to his smaller one. 

Hermione noticed his reaction and immediately apologized, even though he deserved it. 

They sat in silence for a while, reading their books. They enjoyed the warmth coming from the other. Hermione had tied her hair into a messy ponytail, keeping the bushy locks out of her face. Draco noticed the change and admired her features, but quickly looked away shunning himself for doing so.

Once they finished their books, which didn’t take a much time, they awkwardly sat there, still not talking, but acknowledging the others presence. Draco was the first to start a conversation. They talked to each other, teasing each other occasionally. They learned more about the other person and started to warm up to them. 

“As much as I’d like to keep talking to you,” Draco stood from his seat, “we’ve should get back to our dormitories.” 

Neither of them had noticed they’d been talking for hours. The sun had already set and the library had already been emptied of students.

“Yeah,” she stood and grabbed her bag, “we should.”

“Would you like some company in putting your book back?” Draco offered, putting an arm out for her to grab.

She giggled, wrapping her arm around his, “What a gentleman.”

They took their time to get to the isles and place their books back. They didn’t want this to end.

“Hermione?” Her eyes fluttered up to his liquid silver orbs, “would you want to do this another time? Like meet up here and just talk?”

“I would love to, Draco,” his eyes light up and, to her surprise, he pulled her into a tight hug.

In the moments they were in each others arms, everything around them seemed to have disappeared and time stopped. She fit perfectly in between his arms. When they broke apart, they locked gazes, eyes filled with affection. They walked out of the library hand in hand and took one long glance at each other before parting their separate ways.

When Hermione turned the corner, she giggled, hugging herself. She could still feel the warmth from his body as his arms were wrapped around her. 

When Draco turned the corner, he leaned against the cold walls, sighing loudly. Her scent lingered on him and he inhaled, savoring it. He felt his insides tickle with content.

Both of them fell asleep that night, feeling contempt. Their dreams filled of fantasies of them being together.

during conferences

a/n: this is just a short blurb but it’s smut so... i also didn’t know how to end it... enjoy xx

pairing: mob!tom x reader

warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, oral (m. receiving)

masterlist                     prompt list

The voices of multiple men spilled into the conference room. Tom adjusted himself in his seat, giving you more access to his lap. You saw many pairs of legs appear under the table and you made sure to avoid bumping into any of them.

Your head faced Tom’s lap, rubbing his lap with a hand. His bulge grew and you pulled out his manhood. You took it in your hands, stroking it up and down before taking it in your mouth. You heard him start talking and used one of your hands to rub his testicles. His voice faltered a bit, but he picked up his voice again. You pulled him slightly out of your mouth and swirled your tongue around his tip. You felt his pre-cum drip onto your tongue and you giggled, sending vibrations down his cock. He reached down and gently pushed your head to take his entire length. You gagged but continued. Your hands stayed on his balls, massaging them. You moved faster, keeping your tongue in movement to give him more pleasure. He felt a tightness in his stomach, then his testicles. He shot his load into your mouth, leaving you with a mouthful of his cum. You could barely keep it all in your mouth, but you were still able to swallow it and wipe the dripping white liquid back into your mouth.

The sound of chairs being scraped against the floor filled your ears, and you looked around, seeing many of the men’s legs disappear. When there were no more pairs of legs left, Tom pushed his chair back, eyes filled with lust. He pulled you out from under the table and onto his lap.

“I have another meeting. It’s going to be in 5 minutes,” you felt his cock hardening against your thigh.

“Why are you so horny all of the time?” You giggled, turning to kiss his cheek.

“Well, I have a beautiful, hot girlfriend, so it’s truly hard to contain,” his hand moved to cup your ass. Raising your skirt, he felt your wetness drip onto his fingers, “No panties, love?” You nodded, gasping lightly.

He lifted you onto his hard length, making you shudder and let out a quiet moan. Your head leaned back onto his shoulder, and he placed gentle kisses on your neck.

“You gotta sit up, darling, the men are going to be here soon. Don’t want them to walk in to see you getting fucked by me, do you?” He whispered.

Just as you adjusted yourself to look natural, men walked into the room, bickering beyond one another. 

“Good afternoon,” Tom said, voice loud and welcoming.

They all nodded at him, placing themselves in their seats. Tom’s hips raised, thrusting himself deep inside of you. Your mouth opened slightly, but you recovered, smiling at the rows of men.

“As you can see, my girlfriend will be joining us today for the meeting,” he informed the confused workers.

None of them argued, afraid of getting murdered. They continued their meeting, ignoring your presence.

Tom continued to thrust into you, talking smoothly. You, on the other hand, struggled to keep quiet or rest your head on his shoulder.

The meeting lasted, more so felt, longer than you wanted. You couldn’t hold back anymore moans for any longer, but luckily, the men were hurriedly exited the room. Once the last man left, Tom rapidly began thrusting into you.

“Such a good girl. Didn’t make a single noise. Gonna make sure you cum, alright darling?” His rasp voice sent tingles down your spine.

You nodded, murmuring, “Uh huh.”

He pounded into you, teasing your clit. You moaned out loudly, encouraging him to go faster. You felt a tightness in your lower core and you came with a loud yell of Tom’s name. He pulled out of you, cumming himself.

“Fuck, darling, felt so good,” he flipped you over to face him and placed a rough kiss on your lips.

“Thank you, Tommy,” your voice mumbled against his lips.