You Lied / End It All | Angst Ending

you lied / end it all | angst ending

a/n: this is one alternate ending to the fic ‘you lied,’ so if you want, you can check out the fluffy ending at the link below! also read ‘you lied’ first because this is the ending... enjoy xx

warnings: one swear word, big time angst

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! you lied read first | fluff ending !

“Darling, I-I never meant to scare you. I’m so sorry, love,” he moved closer to you.

“Well it’s a little late for that isn’t it,” you snapped, face glowing red with rage.

“I know I shouldn’t’ve lied to you, but I really do love you, I swear,” he looked at you solemnly.

“I don’t doubt that, but you lied to me for 11 months. Hell, I even thought about moving in with you and marrying you and having children with you!” You spat, disgusted by the idea.

“We can still have that future. Just put down the pepper spray and come with me,” he said slowly, cautious to not trigger you to spray him.

“I’m not going to marry someone who murders people when they get mad! And I’m sure as fuck that I would never have children with you! I wouldn’t want my children to grow up like you: a monster,” you glared at him.

Tom felt his heart shatter into a million pieces in his chest. He never imagined you ever being this cruel and cold-hearted. To him, you were always sunshine and rainbows. He wanted the same future with you as you imagined, but he ruined it all by lying.

“All right,” he finally gave in, “you want me to leave, I’ll leave.”

“Ye-Yeah, go! Go back to whatever torture you were performing because I don’t care! I-I never cared! Leave,” you laughed at his back, lies slipping through your lips.

“Don’t go, please don’t. I love you, too. I do care, a lot at that. Stay.”

It was too late. The time you spent together and wondering about your future were all a waste. It’s crazy how one lie can end it all.

oral lesson

a/n: i’m literally having major writers block so this is like hella short, i’m so sorry, i’m trying as hard as i can T^T

warnings: smut, oral (fem. receiving), slight dom!reader ı ʇɥıuʞ

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“Kiss my neck,” you mumbled.

You felt his soft lips connect with the skin of your neck. He gently nibbled the side of your neck before sucking the skin, leaving a saturating spot. You moaned at the sensation, tilting your head back in pleasure.

“Bite me,” you breathed.

You felt his teeth gently pulling at your skin, trailing from your neck to your shoulder.

“Hold me down.”

He pushed you back on the bed and slowly made his way down to the valley between your legs, placing wet kisses on your skin. Hovering over the spot you desired him most, his hot breath harassed it, pleasuring you more than it should’ve. Your back arched off the bed and hips thrust into the air.

“Use your tongue,” you begged, voice strained.

His tongue delved into your wetness, collecting it all in one lick. He flicked his tongue on your clit, not giving you the full treatment. 

“Make me moan,” you voiced shakily.

He wrapped his lips around your bud, sucking on it. A long finger collected your slick and pushed into you, thrusting slowly. He skillfully used his tongue on your clit while continuously sucking on it, and he added a second finger and sped up his pace, curling his fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion, occasionally. You let out an elongated moan, fingers tangled in his hair.

“Don’t- Don’t stop,” you stopped to take a breath, “Don’t stop until I’m shaking,” your chest heaved.

His eyes darted up to connect with yours, and you could feel him smirk against you. He began to pound his fingers into you, your liquid producing lewd sounds. You felt the building tightness in your core relax, and you came. He didn’t stop, though. He pushed your legs wider open, hands stroking up and down your inner thighs. You felt another the need to release once again, but it was cut off this time. He pulled away from you, grinning widely as you whined. He stuck his tongue back into your opening, collecting all your cum from your previous release. His thumb pressed onto your clit, sending a shiver down your spine. You came the second time that night. 

The process continued: he teased you, he let you cum, and repeat.

It was only until your 4th orgasm did you begin shaking. Your body vibrated, and your legs tried to close themselves. 

You heard a popping sound, and you looked in the direction of the sound. He sucked his fingers clean of your juices. His face, though, was shining with your slick, earning a blush from you. He licked his lips clean of the substance and wiped the rest off with his shirt. He slid into the space beside you and wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Feel good, love?”

“As always and more, Tommy,” you smiled at him, briskly losing consciousness.

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Summer Vacation

Anonymous asked:

heyyyyy, if you are taking smutty requests could you do one where Toms family and the readers family are really close and go on holiday together but Tom and the reader hate each other. Throughout the holiday the keep teasing each other just to take the piss but eventually it gets too much for them, then their families go out but they don’t go and it’s becomes too much and they f*ck😏 and then after they are kissing and their families come home and think finally(im a sucker for enemies to lovers)

hi anon! hope you like this! before you read, please read the warnings! No mention of protection but can be imagined :)

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Tom Holland x Reader (Smut with plot) Warnings: cursing, anger, kitchen sex, enemies-to-lovers, harsh teasing (non-sexual), dom!Tom, and oral sex (female receiving) Word Count: 4.7k

When you learned your family booked their annual summer vacation with the Hollands, you complained. The son, Tom Holland, also known as that one fucking asshole who threw sand in your eyes as a kid, was the main reason of your complaint. Since the day he threw sand in your eyes, the two of you despised each other, always jabbing each other with mean insults or shady comments. He was the reason you absolutely fucking hated vacations with your family.

He always called you “cow-girl” because of the unfortunate incident of a cow stepping on your foot during one of the vacations. You always hated when he would call you that, especially around other groups of people, other than your families. It caught on during elementary school, and you were teased the rest of the year because of it. On the other hand, you started calling him “poop-boy” after he tripped and slipped right into the cow poop after that same cow stepped on your foot.

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Can u pls do a tom imagine with prompt 2, 12, 15, 20, 48

for the best

a/n: depending on how this does, i will make a part 2 to it, so stick around... this is the first richkid au i’ve ever written and it doesn’t really feel much like it, more so like mob but not really... enjoy my lovelies xx

pairing: richkid!tom x reader

warnings: a pinch of fluff in the beginning, AnGsT, heartbreak, );

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2. “Close the door.”

12. “You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

15. “Watch me.”

20. “I want an answer, goddammit!”

48. “Walk out that door and we’re through.”

The Hollands hosted a weekly party on every Friday night, and you, being Tom’s girlfriend, always attended by his side. He spoiled you with piles and piles of luxuries, all to which you declined. You didn’t want to seem like a gold digger. Your family wasn’t as rich as the Hollands, but your family was in the upper-middle class. 

Tom always gave you a new dress to wear to the party, making excuses to convince you to accept it. Usually he would use money, but ever since you slapped some sense into him, he never touched his wallet around you unless it was to necessary. 

This week, he gave you a red satin dress with a deep v-neck and a cinched waist. The skirt flowed to the floor, a slit decorating the front. Although the dress looked like it would be a hassle to put on, it slipped onto you as easily as a glove. You wore nude heels and dangling diamonds earrings Tom had given you to tie the outfit together. You curled your hair to perfection and placed a section over your left shoulder.

“You ready, love?” Tom knocked on the door.

Looking at yourself once more in the mirror, you added a light layer of setting spray over your bold makeup look and replied, “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

You heard the door click open, “Wow,” a soft voice spoke.

Turning around, your eyes met your lover’s dilating pupils. You blushed at his reaction and made your way over to him.

“So, lover boy, are we going or are you going to keep ogling me?” You asked seductively, gently grazing his chest as you walked past him.

“I can’t help it, love,” his voice was hoarse with lust, “you’re absolutely stunning.”

Rolling your eyes, you responded, “I just know how to put the right pieces together, silly. Now, let’s crash this party!”

You swayed your hips as you walked over to the ballroom. The dress added a seductive effect, making Tom feel his pants tighten. He readjusted his tie and gulped, turning a faint red.

“Get a grip, Tommy,” you laughed at the hormonal boy, “you’ve got guests to entertain.”

He rushed to pull the door open for you, politely bowing and signaling for you to enter. Thanking him, you entered the room, gaining a few stares and glances from the guests. Tom walked in behind you and placed a hand on the small of your back, urging you forward.

“Oh,” Tom caught sight of his family, “I’ve gotta go, love. Stay safe, alright?”

“When am I not?” You smiled up at him, placing a gentle kiss to his cheek before letting him walk away.

“Y/N L/N,” a voice spoke from behind you.

Your hair elegantly flowed as you turned to face the familiar voice, “Hazza?”

“How’d you know?” He chuckled.

“You’re so stupid,” you giggled.

“So, Tom left you all alone again?” He grabbed two champagne glasses of a passing waiter’s tray, handing a drink to you.

“He has to. Besides, it doesn’t bother me, especially since I know some people here, like you,” you smiled gently.

-

An hour passed and Tom was still going around and talking to the guests. This wasn’t the longest amount of time that he left. Luckily, Harrison was kind enough to stay with you the entire time.

You and Haz were in a conversation, talking about your golfing fails it was mostly Haz laughing at you. The sweet accented voice of your boyfriend lightly met your ears but what he had said was incoherent. That was until he moved closer.

“Welcome, Aurelia, darling. It’s been a while,” his voice cut off.

Harrison noticed your sudden change in mood. He looked around to see if there were any hints to the difference, and when he saw Tom kissing Aurelia’s hand, he realized why you were suddenly so cold.

Aurelia and Tom had a history. They were past lovers and initially arranged to get married, but you changed both the Hollands’ and Beaumonts’ plans. Aurelia grew to dislike you. In the Beaumonts’ standards, you weren’t rich enough to have any of their attention. Tom was truly in love with her, but you were something else. Tom would feel euphoria whenever he was with you. Aurelia thought that she and Tom were meant for each other, so she was absolutely heartbroken when she found out they wouldn’t be getting married.

“Tommy! Let’s have a drink. Just you and me, lover boy,” you cringed when you heard her call Tom the nickname you called him only hours ago.

“Alright,” his sultry voice responded.

You felt a twinge of betrayal hearing his response. You couldn’t help but be jealous of his past relationship with her. They were in love, accepted by all.

Tears pricked your eyes. You ruined their relationship selfishly to give yourself something that was never yours to take.

“Y/N,” Haz breathed pitifully, seeing your eyes gloss over.

Blinking away the tears, you plastered a fake smile onto your face, “It’s alright, Hazza,” you said with faux serenity. “Please excuse me.”

You made your way over to Tom and Aurelia, the fake smile still plastered across your face. They were laughing and enjoying themselves,

They really did look like the perfect couple.

“Pardon me, Aurelia,” you said quietly from behind the couple, “may I borrow Tom for a minute or two? I promise to return him as soon as I’m finished talking with him.”

Tom turned around to face you, eyebrows scrunched in confusion. Aurelia had a look of hatred and jealousy on her face when she saw you.

Faking a giggle, she kindly replied, “Of course. There’s no need to worry, I’ll be here waiting.”

You silently thanked her and dragged Tom to the bathroom.

“What’s wrong, love?” Tom asked, looking concerned.

“Close the door,” you whispered.

“Alright, but we can’t do anything just yet. I still have more walking around to do tonight. Unless, do you want me to-” you raised a finger, silencing him.

“i’m sorry,” you sniffled, eyes avoiding Tom’s gaze.

“What? What are you sorry for?” He asked a panicked tone in his voice.

“You and Aurelia are made for each other,” you said, eyes locked to the floor.

“What? Aurelia? You’ve got it all wrong. We,” he signaled to the both of you, “We are made for each other. We’re soulmates.”

“No, we’re not! Aurelia is. I was being selfish, and I broke apart your perfect relationship,” tears rolled down your cheeks.

“Y/N-” he began.

“Don’t. You have a future with her. I wouldn’t get you anywhere. Besides, you have a history with her,” you sulked, saying the last bit with a pang of jealousy.

“You’re still going on about that? Are you never going to let that go?” His voice rose with anger. 

“I won’t let it go because if it weren’t for me, you’d still be together today, wouldn’t you be? Hell, you’d probably married her by now. I’m right, aren’t I?” Your faux serenity began cracking.

He didn’t reply, now avoiding your gaze.

“I want an answer, goddammit!” Tears flew from your eyes.

“Y/N-” he tried.

“Stop avoiding the question! Just answer it,” you snapped.

He couldn’t look at you. You were right after all. He would probably be married to Aurelia now if it weren’t for you, but you were a blessing in disguise.

“Just as I thought,” you sighed, “I’ll return all of your gifts to me as soon as I can.”

“W-What do you mean?” He asked, fearing what you would say next.

“I’m leaving, Thomas. Enjoy your evening,” you reached towards the doorknob, but his hand gripped your wrist.

“Y/N, if you walk out of that door, we’re through,” Tom said, hoping you’d stay.

“Thank you for the memories, Thomas, but watch me.”

And with that, you ripped your arm from his grasp, leaving him to sulk alone in the bathroom.

It’s for the best.