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stay with me, please | pt.2

warnings: mentions of SELF-HARM, talks about attempting SUICIDE, depression, language, angst, heartbreak

a/n: please do NOT read this if you are sensitive on the topics in listed above. I do not support the topics. if you feel alone, call the suicide prevention hotline: 1-800-273-8255. please remember that you are loved, and when times get tough, it’s just a rough patch in your life, but it’ll be over with soon. look on the bright side of things. treat yourself with love and care. i love you all ♡

*i personally have never had an experience on this topic, but a very close friend of mine has, she took therapy and is better than ever now. feel free to talk to me by clicking ‘ask me anything.’ i myself have suffered from depression. i tried to cut myself and was only able to cut my fingertip. i have a habit of not eating a lot of food and trying to stay quiet, not to attract attention to myself. nobody knows about it, not even my family or close friends. sometimes i feel alone in this world, but then i remember that there are people out there that love me. it’s hard, i know, but stay strong, my lovelies, i know it’ll get better. i will make a post just on this because i’ve typed too much of this on my lil’ fic here, which have more parts to come, so enjoy!*

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pt.1 | pt. 2

You awoke to the bright lights shining in your eyes. You tried to lift your arm to cover your eyes, but it didn’t work.

“Y/N! You’re awake!” Tom’s sounded tired.

You tried your hardest to turn your head to face him, but it didn’t work.

“Woah! Slow down, you haven’t healed yet. You’re still too weak. You’ll feel like you’re paralyzed only for an hour, so don’t worry. Here, let me help you.” His soft hands gently turn your head to face him.

He looks so tired like he hasn’t gotten any sleep. The dark under eye bags proving that he didn’t get any sleep. Tom was slouched over, gripping onto the hospital bed for support.

“Tom,” You were able to croak out, “Go sit down, you’re too weak. It’s okay.” He nodded his head and unsteadily walks back to the chair.

“Why?” Tom asked, sadness washing over his dull eyes.

“What?” You were confused.

“Why would you try to k-,” He struggled to get the word out. It was too painful to think about your limp body lying on the white tiled floor of the bathroom.

“Kill yourself,” He finally got it out. Tears started to fill his eyes.

I made him cry. I’m an idiot. I deserved to die. Why’d he have to save me? I’m just a waste of time.

“Please don’t cry, especially over me. I’m a waste of time, of effort.” You said quietly.

“No, you’re not! You aren’t a waste of time or effort! I love you! So fucking much as well! You don’t know how many people love you! Did you ever think about how the people around you would feel?! How I’d-,” He yelled, but you cut him off.

“You’re wasting your time yelling at me. Like I said if I had died, no one would have noticed and I would’ve been better off. You wouldn’t have to be here, wasting your breath. Look, Tom. You need to move on, to find someone better, like Zendaya. She’s so much better for you. It’s healthier for you to leave me,” You gave up on trying to speak loudly. Your voice was only a little over a whisper.

“No! You don’t get to choose what’s right for me! I love you, Y/N! You can’t just throw me away because you think you aren’t worth it! So listen up, I love you, and I won’t be leaving you anytime soon!” He demanded.

“If you won’t leave me, then I’ll have to leave you.” You sighed, trying your hardest to shake your head.

“No-,” you cut him off, “Tom, you can’t keep following after me, picking up all of my mishaps. You have to move on. I love you, and you mean the world to me, but it’s time that I go. So please, let go, I beg of you.” Tom’s eyes started to water, and his lips started to quiver.

Dammit, you made him cry, again.

“Please go, Thomas,” hearing you say his real name shocked him. He didn’t know what to do. You never said his real name, only Tommy, Tommo, Tom, and other nicknames.

“N-No, I can’t. I can’t,” he fell to his knees and started sobbing.

The tears rolled down his face rapidly as he kneeled there. His hands clenched into fists, continuously pounding the hospital floors.

The sound must’ve been heard by the doctor because the next thing you knew, they were standing at the door. They saw what was causing the noise, and you sympathetically looked over to the doctor, as if you were asking them to escort Tom out of the building. They nodded and continued onto their job. Somehow, the doctors were able to convince Tom to get up and exit your room.

You silently cried as you watched Tom get escorted out. You loved him. It was painful to let go of him, but you knew it was for the best. You couldn’t keep dragging him into your messes. Zendaya or any other girl would be better for him. You just hoped he would move on, and forget about you, completely.

“I love you, Tom,” you cried to yourself.

Tom couldn’t leave you. He stayed in the hospital waiting room, pacing back and forth. As the sunset, and more people started to leave, he sat down, sobbing his heart out.

Once Tom had calmed down, he walked back to your room, watching you sleep. You seemed so peaceful. He placed a hand on the glass, staring at you sympathetically.

“I love you, Y/N. I’ll do anything for you. Just please, please, live. Don’t try to go again. I’ll always be waiting for you, my love. Love, Tom.” He wrote on a sticky note, placing it right beside you on your tray.

The tears slipped down his face as he kissed your forehead, hoping it wouldn’t be the last time. He slowly walked out, relapsing all of the wonderful memories he shared with you.

Tom knew you guys were forever.

As the sun peaked through the hospital window, you were awoken by your doctor. They informed you that you could leave the hospital the next day. You were able to move on your own, now.

“Ms. L/N, you have a note,” your doctor handed you the small sticky note and left the room.

Puzzled, you read the note.

“Love, Tom.” It read.

Tears started to flood your eyes.

He finally left.

A wave of desperation and contentment washed over you. He could finally grow and thrive without something to stop him, but you would never get to feel his lips on yours anymore, or the way he’d hold you when you were afraid.

He’s gone.

angel 👼

a/n: I didn’t expect this to be so long... wtf

warnings: a pinch of angst (barely any), fluff, kinda smutty but not really, strip clubs

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Harrison rushed into Tom’s room, “Mate, I just went to a strip club, and there’s a gorgeous stripper there. I heard she was one of the best lap dancers there. We have to go!”

Tom cringed at Haz’s mention of another women, “You know I’m dating Y/N, Haz. Hell, we’re practically married. I can’t do that.”

“I know Tom, but you just need to come. She’s the greatest performers, plus Y/N is out right now, doing who knows what.” Tom glares at his best mate, “Okay, fine. I get it, you don’t want to “cheat” on Y/N. Just come and watch. You deserve a day of relaxation anyways.”

“I can get a day of relaxation when Y/N comes back.” Tom says, not giving into Haz’s idea.

After a long conversation of convincing Tom, he finally gave in, but only on one condition: Y/N could never know about it.

Haz was ecstatic and practically dragged Tom to the club. Tom, on the other hand, felt a wash of guilt overflow him.

They entered the building, colorful lights flashing across the room. Many men heard hollering cat calls and whistling in admiration. This caught Tom’s attention. He looked over to the stage. There was a long pole and red light shining over it.

A girl, no a woman. Calling her a girl would be an insult. She is a full grown woman with an gorgeous looking body. There were curves in all the right places.

“Gorgeous, isn’t she? This is who I wanted to show you. They call her Angel.” Haz saw the look on Tom’s face: star struck.

The more Tom looked at Angel, the more he saw things that looked like features of Y/N. The beautiful curvature of her waist, y/s breasts, and y/s ass.

Tom walked closer to the stage, Haz trailing behind him. Many men watching were cut off by Tom and Haz had to apologize to them.

“Watch where your going, lad. Don’t wanna get kicked from this place,” Haz whined.

The red light hit an accessory on Angel’s neck making it shine. Tom got a quick glance and saw that it was the exact Cartier diamond necklace he bought Y/N on their third anniversary. He examined the rest of her, and sure enough, it was her.

“I’ll be right back, mate,” Tom says, waving Haz off.

Harrison raise a brow, but shrugs it off, too intoxicated in the strippers on him to care.

Tom found the manager and requested to have room with Angel.

“Can you have her blindfolded? I’ll pay extra,” Tom hands the manager an extra $200.

The manager nods enthusiastically, shocked at the amount of money he had just made.

Angel had gotten of the stage and quickly escorted to the room with the help of her manager.

She didn’t feel as comfortable with this client, seeing as she was blindfolded.

A calloused hand was placed on the small of her back, leading her to the silk bedsheets.

She attempts to sit up only to be pushed back down, getting a whiff of the client’s cologne. She knows this cologne. It’s the precise one she bought for Tom last Christmas, and Tom has been wearing it ever since.

“So, Angel, how long have you worked here for?” Tom asked, sitting on the wooden chair across the room.

She gulped at the sound of his voice. He wasn’t supposed to know that she worked here. Why did he even come to a strip club? There were many questions she had to ask.

“Angel?” He asked again.

“About a year,” she said quietly, not able to use her voice properly.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Does he know about this job?” Angel shakes her head in denial, “How many times have you lap danced someone?”

“20 to 25 times.”

Then, silence.

Tom has gotten off the chair and made his way to her, pulling of the blindfold revealing himself.

“Hello, darling,” sourness seeped through his voice.

“T-Tommy,” she gave him an innocent smile.

“So, this is your job?” She nods in response, “Why this?”

“Because this was the only place that was hiring, so, yeah...” she looks away from his gaze, ashamed.

“Look, darling, you didn’t need to get a job, especially here. I have enough money for the both of us and you know that.”

“I know, but I want to be able to make money for myself. I don’t want people to think that I’m using you for money.”

“They won’t think tha-” Y/N cuts Tom off.

“Yes they will!” Y/N cries out.

“Okay, princess, fine. We’ll find you another job. But until then, you are quitting this job.”

“But-”

“Not buts. C’mon, let’s go.”

Tom lifted Y/N off the bed and they left the room. He brought her to the manager and told him she was quitting. Although the manager was disappointed, he gave her her money and let her go.

After that, Tom and Y/N went home to look for more jobs, but not before Tom punishing Y/N.

(They didn’t forget about Haz. They just left him there after they told him they were leaving. Haz was shocked to see who Angel was, though.)

blessing

a/n: this imagine was 100% inspired by a cinderella story: once upon a song. it’s based off the scene where katy (lucy hale) gets locked out of the house naked and luke (freddie stroma) says that her body is a gift from above 

warnings: nudity (not explicit), tom being a pervert smh, cussing

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Y/N was singing in the shower, taking her sweet time. Her roommate, Zendaya, had to get ready for her date and needed to take a bath, but Y/N was being a bitch. Luckily for Zendaya, Y/N forgot to lock the door before showering that day. Z snuck into the room, snatched Y/N’s clothes, and ran away with them.

Y/N finally got out of the shower, only to realize her clothes were missing.

“Z! Where are my clothes?” She yelled.

Y/N could hear the malicious laughter in the living room of their home. She dashed into the room, only wearing a towel. It then fell completely silent. 

Y/N was pushed out of the door of her flat, her towel being stripped off of her.

“Z! Let me in,” Y/N banged on the door, trying to get back into the house.

After a while of knocking, she gave up knowing Z wouldn’t let her back in. She looked for anything that could cover her naked body, yet to fail miserably. One of her arms covered her breasts while the other covered her bottom half. 

Y/N stood out there for about 30 minutes and Z still wouldn’t open the door. At this point, Y/N was pretty sure Z had left through the garage without her knowing.

A grey Audi pulled up and parked in front of the home next to Y/N’s. She recognized her neighbour, Tom. She had developed a crush on Tom ever since he appeared on Captain America: Civil War. Her feelings had skyrocketed when they started talking. He was an angel and looked hotter than hell. 

“Ah, Y/N! How are you doing, darling?” Tom asked as he walked up the steps of his porch. He finally looked over to her, arms covering her privates, “What happened?” He asked quickly moving over to her porch, lending her his coat.

“Zendaya happened. She locked me out of the house... naked.” Y/N stated, not at all amused by the situation.

“Well if it means anything, this,” he motions towards her body, “is a blessing. Like a gift from above.” He could tell by how red she turned that his words affected her heavily. “Why don’t you come over to mine? Wouldn’t want such a pretty little lady like you to stay out here all alone,” he offered.

Before she could answer, she was thrown over his shoulder, ass sticking out. 

“Tom!” Y/N yelped, flustered.

He gave her ass a couple of light slaps before bringing her into the house. Then, they confessed their feelings for one another and continued what Tom had started not too long ago.

happy valentine’s day

a/n: happy valentine’s day!!! i might write another imagine later on in the day if anything happens at my school. today will be a good day for fic inspo. share your favorite/most interesting valentine story at this link: click me!!! hope you guys enjoy this short fic

warnings: fluff

I lie in bed, snuggled into the muscular figure beside me. Looking up, I see the brown, fluffy curls draped over Tom’s forehead. Small snores came out of Tom slightly agape mouth. I giggled quietly, admiring his every feature — from his left eyebrow to his crooked nose to his small, pink lips.

Tom groaned, eyes fluttering open, “Morning, love.”

“Did I wake you? M’sorry,” I said, voice hoarse.

“Of course not. No need to be sorry, darling,” Tom brought his hand up to my face, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

Our eyes met and I could feel Tom’s stare unveil all of my secrets. I blushed and pulled the covers over my head.

“Darling? Love? Come out,” Tom pleaded teasingly. I shook my head although he couldn’t see. “Don’t make me tickle you,” Tom threatened, fingers lingering over my blanket-clad stomach.

Without warning, Tom’s fingers attacked my stomach rapidly.

Gasping out for air, I squeezed out, “Stop, Tommy.”

My head popped out of the sheets and Tom stopped his harassment.

“There’s that beautiful face,” Tom smiled childishly.

I feel more blood rush into my cheeks and I feel like ducking under the covers once again, but this time, Tom prevented it. He pulled the sheets right off of us and placed me in his lap.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Tommy,” I say gently, playing with the soft, curly bundle on his head.

“Happy Valentine’s Day to you, too, love,” Tom lightly pulled me down, placing a soft kiss to my forehead.

shitty days

a/n: my inspiration is obviously myself,,, honestly had multiple emotional breakdowns for the past two days. never thought i could be so emotionally exhausted. the reader is so lucky, she has someone to love and rely on... unlike me

warnings: lots of angst, uwu fluff, inappropriate words/terms

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The past few days had been shit. Not only did I find out that my so-called friends were using me for popularity, but I haven't been able to clear my mind and study for the upcoming finals. I felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff that led to a neverending pit of darkness. I had multiple emotional breakdowns in the last few days, leaving my face red and puffy. People eyed me as I rushed across campus to my dorm. It was always embarrassing to feel their eyes following my every movement, judging me from afar.

Today was no different, if anything, it was worse. My professor had turned everyone's attention to my unconscious figure, mocking me and using me as an example of bad behaviour. I woke to the giggling of the other students and noticed their eyes focused on me. The professor burst out in laughter, pointing at my face. I grabbed my phone and looked at the selfie camera to see my face stained with black marks. The words 'whore,' 'slut,' and 'bitch' etched on my forehead and cheeks. Above my lips, they drew a moustache that looked like a dick. I froze in shock horror embarrassment. Tears filled my eyes, threatening to spill out. I grabbed my stuff and ran. I ran back to my dorm, never looking back once. I broke down in my dorm, sitting on the floor with my knees bent and my face buried in them. Black tears rolled down my face, dripping onto the cold, concrete floor.

I could've, would've, fallen asleep there, but I remembered about the ink on my face. I stoop up and waddled to the bathroom, hovering over the sink, I don't look up at the mirror, dreading what I'll see in the reflection. I scrubbed my face until my arms gave out and my face felt numb.

I walked out, putting on an oversized crewneck and shorts. I decided that going to visit Tom would make me feel better, so I grabbed my car keys and drove.

When I arrived at the all too familiar house, I parked my car in the driveway next to his car. Mustering as much energy as I could, I put on a fake smile and tried to pull myself together. I stood up straight, tapping the door with my fist twice.

"Hey, darling," Tom smiled, embracing me.

"Hi, Tommy," I giggled genuinely, melting into the hug.

"It's been such a shitty day for me," the two of us said in unison.

"You can go first," Tom welcomed me into his humble abode.

Once I stepped into his home, I broke. Something in me just snapped.

"Today has been the worst, Tommy. My classmates and professor made fun of me because I fell asleep in class, and-" Tom cut me off.

"Bloody hell, why are you sleeping in class?" He groaned.

"W-Well with finals and all, I've just been studying really, really har-" I tried explaining.

"I don't want to hear any excuses, Y/N. You shouldn't be sleeping in class. I'm not helping you pay for your tuition for you to sleep in class. Fuck," Tom brought a hand into his mop of hair, "Sorry, go on."

"They- uh- they- well..." I fidgeted with my fingers.

"For fuck sake, Y/N, spit it out!" Tom rolled his eyes.

"They drew on my face! They wrote really mean things. They called me a slut and a whore and a bitch. Then, they drew a penis-looking moustache on my face. And, I also found out that my only friends liked me because I was dating a celebrity. Because I was dating you! I-I just can't do it anymore, Tom, I really can't." My sobs shook my entire body, travelling down my spine and on every bone of my body.

"Look, darling, I'm sorry I snapped at you. I was just frustrated because work has been shit recently. I love you, princess. You have many other friends who do care for you, like Haz, Z, Jacob, and even more! Please don't doubt yourself. It'll get better, I promise." Tom kissed the top of my forehead, "Now let's get some rest. You must be emotionally drained," I hummed 'yes' in reply. "Let's go to bed and cuddle, darling."

"Tom?" I looked up at him as he carried me to the bedroom bridal style, "I love you."

Tom smiled down at me, "I love you, too."

plank over me

a/n: i’m back and feeling healthier! it was just my period, oops... i have so many requests to start working on so bare with me and i’m going to have less time because i’m going to have more and more school work now... i got the idea for this fic from tom felton who, by the way, was and still is hOT-- okay then, enjoy xx

warnings: mild smut, fluff, swearing, you’re a horny bitch

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Over the quarantine, you and Tom found ways to stay fit. Tom was much stronger than you were, so your workout routines were quite different. Occasionally, you’d share an activity to do together. Tom suggested sit-ups with a kiss each time you sat up, a cliché trend.

You sat on the couch, scrolling through YouTube to watch random Harry Potter videos when you came across the video “Tom Felton Plank All Over Me.” Interested, you clicked on the video and thought it would be fun to try with your boyfriend.

You watched as Tom’s vein began to bulge out of his forehead and words became slightly rushed. You giggled to yourself when he fell on top of the interviewer. His hands reached down to tap on the side of the interviewer’s thighs. For once, you felt jealous of an interviewer.

I’d let him plank over me any day, you thought.

Tossing your phone beside you, you made your way to Tom who was already exercising. Luckily, he had only just begun to warm-up his body. 

Silently, you stood at the doorframe admiring your boyfriend’s bare torso and evident v-line as he stretched. He groaned as he leaned over, attempting to touch his toes. You clenched your thighs together, suddenly feeling a slick in between your legs. You tried subduing your arousal by rubbing your thighs together but it only made you elicit a whimper. Tom’s attention snapped over at the sound.

“Hello, darling, are you alright?” He asked, a teasing smirk on his face.

“I’m great,” you smiled, “I just came to inform you that I found a cool little challenge we can try today.”

“Oh, really? What’s this challenge?” He moved towards you.

“Well, one of us are supposed to plank on top of the other person for as long as they can hold it for. We can still talk and kiss,” you blinked innocently.

He chuckled, “You don’t need to use this as an excuse to snog me, love.”

“I’m not trying to snog you! Besides, you’d be the one pouncing on me,” you replied bluntly.

“You’ve got a point there,” he placed a kiss to the top of your head, holding you to his chest.

“Do you wanna try it right now?” You asked, voice muffled.

“Anything you want, princess,” he pulled away.

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes, “I’ll go first because I’m not as strong as you.”

“Alright, then. Get on top of me,” he laid down on his back.

You climbed in between his legs and laid on his body, unwilling to plank.

“We haven’t even started, and I already regret this,” you whined.

“C’mon, darling,” he encouraged you, tickling your sides.

“Fine,” you groaned.

You rested your forearms beside his head, face inches away from his. You breathed slowly, trying to focus on using your core. You closed your eyes, relaxing your body.

“Darling,” your eyes snapped open. “I still want to talk,” the brunette laughed underneath you. He lifted his head off the ground to place a gentle kiss to your lips.

You gasped, feeling a tingling sensation in your stomach. You wanted to moan or cry out, but you were left breathless. You already felt your core starting to tighten and burn. 

“How are you doing up there? Feeling the burn yet?” Your boyfriend teased, noticing your stiff expression. You shook your head ‘no’ to prove him wrong, although your were suffering from the pain. 

How long had it been?

“You got this, darling,” Tom cheered you on.

You couldn’t hold your own weight anymore and plopped onto your well-built boyfriend. You were panting, arms limp beside him. You felt the vibrations of his chuckles tingling down your spine.

“As much as I enjoy you lying on top of me, I’d rather take that position,” he tapped your side, signaling you to get off.

“Ngh, Tommy, I don’t wanna move,” you pouted.

He rolled his eyes and flipped you onto your back on the floor. He positioned himself above you just as you did and held himself.

“That hurt so much. I hate it. How do people even do that?” You cried.

“You just need more practice, love. I’m sure you’ll be able to hold a plank longer after some more training,” he replied with ease.

“I hate how strong you are. It’s like you’re unintentionally mocking me,” you complained.

“I’m sorry, darling,” he leaned down to kiss you.

Tom was able to hold himself above you for a lot longer than you could. The body heat coming from the both of you intensified your arousal, strangely. You were sure he was trying to provoke you because he would occasionally dip his hips to “adjust” himself but accidentally rub his crotch against yours.

“Fuck, I can’t do this anymore,” he strained out.

He gently dropped from his plank, smashing your lips together.

“I want you so much, right now,” he whispered against your lips.

“Then take me,” you replied breathlessly.

His hands tangled into your hair, roughly kissing you. His hips ground against yours, thrusting your crotches together.

“Please, Tommy,” you moaned, bucking your hips in the air for more friction.

“Please what?” He teased.

“Please fuck me. I need you in me. Please,” you begged mercilessly.

“My pleasure, darling.”

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.

Oh my, are we going to get cocky Tom sex? And even better, cocky Tom boasting and dirty talking while getting a blowjob? Hehe. I know he'll probably eventually become nicer and actually like y/n, but to start, I will be happy for super arrogant frat Tom in the bedroom!

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a/n: i’m not sure if you meant that we’ll see cocky frat tom sex in my series or if you were requesting it, so i’ll just do both... enjoy reading this erotica, peace xx

pairing: cocky frat!tom x reader

warnings: SMUT, oral (m. receiving), swearing, tom is a cocky bitch

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You were shoved into the dark space with the arrogant frat boy, Tom Holland. You tried to fight your way out but being much smaller and weaker than the 6′ 2″ male who went to the gym everyday, failed miserably. 

“Calm down, darling. We’ll only be in here for 7 minutes,” a scoff sounded behind you.

Turning around, you looked around the darkness, “I might not be able to see you, but I can still strangle you if I really wanted to.”

“My, you’re a feisty one,” you could practically hear the smug smirk on his face.

“Shut up,”  you mumbled and sat down. Surprisingly, when you took your seat, it wasn’t hard and cold but slightly cushioned and warm.

You heard Tom clear his throat, “Woah, when you said you’d strangle me, I guess you meant strangle my di-”

“I swear, if you finish that sentence, I will hurt you,” you threatened.

“You sat in my lap, so technically, you initiated it,” he said defensively.

Squealing, you launched yourself into the air feeling oddly hot. You felt a tingling sensation in your core and an uncontrollable urge to smile. You were more than thankful that you were in the dark.

Calming down, you sat across from Tom and awkwardly fidgeted with your fingers. The room was completely silent except from the talkative crowd beyond the doors. Then, you heard the sound of a belt getting unbuckled. You looked in the direction of the noise. Unfortunately for you, your eyes had already adjusted to darkness, allowing you to see Tom sticking his hand into his pants.

“O-Oh my god,” you yelped, covering your eyes.

“Don’t be shy,” he smirked, “this is probably the biggest cock you’ll ever see.”

“Sh-Shut up,” you hid your face behind your hands, blushing furiously.

“Look at hard you made me,”  he cooed, “Just from sitting in my lap. Don’t you want to admire your work?”

You shook your head, too nervous to look at him, any of him. 

When you didn’t hear him reply, you slightly relaxed and dropped your arms by your side. The first thing that caught your eye was a grinning Tom staring right at you, cock in hand.

“My hands good, but your mouth, that mouth will be more helpful around my cock,” he said seductively.

“You’re disgusting,” you spat at him.

“You won’t be saying that when you’ve tried it,” he sang.

His moans filled your ears, followed by the wet slapping sounds of him jerking himself off. Strangely, it made you feel erotic and sensitive. 

As wrong as it was, you snuck a peek at Tom working himself to his climax. You don’t know what came over you, but you were suddenly on your knees in front of Tom’s length.

“Knew you wouldn’t be able to resist me,” he chuckled.

“Shu-”

Tom cut you off by shoving himself into your mouth. You let out a moan and began bobbing your head. You looked up at him and blinked innocently, eliciting a groan from him.

“Fuck, darling, you’re so good at this. Have you done this before?” He moaned dropping his head back.

You used your hands and stroked the base of his member, trying to bring him to the edge faster. 

“What a shame, my fat cock is too big to fit in your mouth. Luckily, you know how to use your hands, too.”

You increased your pace and swirled your tongue all around his manhood. He felt his core tense and instinctively thrusted his hips into the air.

“I’m gonna cum, babygirl,” he warned you.

You worked even harder, greedy for his cum.

It didn’t take long to get him to release in your mouth.

“Fuck, that was good. Your mouth and my cock were meant to be together,” Tom sighed, catching his breath.

You gulped his liquids and swallowed as much as you could in one go. The rest of the white fluids were wiped off the side of your mouth and sucked off your fingertips.

“Don’t get too attached to my big cock, darling. Just know that we will be seeing a lot more of each other,” and with that, he finished redressing himself and left you alone in the closet to assess what just happened.

bilateral contracts

❧ synopsis: a relationship turned contract... or has the relationship always been a contract? no longer does it matter, just kiss and make break up

❧ pairing: koh!tom x fem!reader

❧ genre: semi-angst, suggestive

❧ warnings: break up, mentions of hickies, make-out session with a bit of escalation, plot twist (?)

❧ a/n: if you get it, you get it. also this came out shorter than i expected, but i liked how it turned out so i didn’t want to change anything lmao. listen to kiss and make up when reading this <3

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It started with the thundering echos in the room then ended with the inaudibly loud sound of hearts shattering. 

Now, you were resting on a cool, marble bench, breathing in the fresh, must-filled air. The chilled material of the seat ran a shiver down your seat, causing the heat from your anger to depress. 

Lately, you and Tom weren’t getting along as you used to. Constantly, you were being reminded—by Tom—that you knew what you had “signed up for” when you began dating him, ever the cliche. Had you known that you were dating via contract, you would’ve never accepted the offer; you would’ve rejected the offer whole-heartedly, as it is known, contracts can’t—and don’t—last forever.

Tom, on the other hand, went back to hoarding himself with work and planning out large events—usually for his own enjoyment. Being the king, after all, meant luxury and bliss, albeit the load of work and duty. 

Maybe the great lord feared by all was being selfish; maybe the young maiden who put her heart out on the line for said lord was insecure. It all narrowed down to a “maybe.” One thing that was certain, though, was the maiden’s love for herself.

Contracts aren’t unbreakable. They can be discussed and terminated. Besides, even if you “break” the contract now, you technically wouldn’t be the first.

With fast steps, you composed yourself, preparing for the risk you were about to take. You knew it wouldn’t be easy, but you also knew it was plausible. Your pride and self-love wouldn’t back down just by a simple glare or bark. 

Pushing the doors open, you stepped into the room, head high and shoulders wide. It felt as if the atmosphere had some confidence booster hidden in the air. Tom was already staring at you with peculiar eyes, silently asking you what you were doing.

You were tired of talking, letting useless words slip from your lips. You no longer wanted to hear any feeble “sorry’s” from either him or you.

Thus, without any words, you stomped over to his desk, pulling him by his collar and smashing your lips against his. You could feel him stiffen in your grasp, shocked at the sudden action and its roughness.

Pushing him back onto the desk, you looked him into his chocolate-brown eyes. Your hand laid flat on his chest, fingers skillfully unbuttoning his dress shirt. You attached your lips to his bare neck, sucking dark marks filled with ill-intents onto to supple skin. You could feel the brunette begin to relax under your touch, allowing you to continue. 

His hands touched you in such a familiar yet foreign way, touching you like he’s touched nobody. The soft pads of his fingertips trailed, bruised, and gripped onto every centimeter of your perfect body as if he’s been starved of touch for decades.

It was as if both of you could see and feel what was coming.

Pulling away, you slipped your clothes back on, leaving Tom tousled where he rest. A haze in his eyes told you that he was out of his body, floating in the clouds. Using his dazed moment to your advantage, you declared, “I’m breaking up with you.”

Before he could collect himself to think straight, you’ve already escorted yourself out of the room, leaving his door wide open to give him a show of you with your bags and luggage—walking away with a light sway of your hips—your figure dissolving into nothingness as you gained more distance. 

Tom didn’t chase after you like a dog on a leash. He let you leave without reluctance or doubt. After all, why would he? Everything had worked out in his favor.

The contract is now terminated ended.

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𝕗𝕝𝕒𝕨𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 • 𝕠𝕟𝕖

SUMMARY: Tom has to move to New York when his father got a new job and he’s afraid of moving to a different place. (Y/N) is daughter of a world famous fashion stylist and big wealthy lawyer. What happens when this two keep meeting each other everywhere?

Based on my one-shot, Flawless.

PAIRING: Rich!Tom Holland x Rich!Reader (Best Friends to Lovers AU)

WORDS: 6.4K 

WARNINGS: Swearing and vomiting.

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                              𝕠𝕟𝕖 • 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕣𝕜

New York is the city that never sleeps, at least that’s what they all say. Every single person that ever walked through its streets fell in love with them and the images stuck in their head like it was the most amazing time they ever had in their lives. That first step you take, breathing in the new air, you just feel like right there everything… works. Even though it had bad traffic, didn’t smell so nice and it was visually polluted. New York was magical somehow and it made everyone feel home even when they are so far away from their own. That’s how Tom felt like on the first time he stepped foot in New York. Renewed and ready to take what the city would throw at him.

When he first heard that he would be moving to a different country, he was fucking terrified. He was so used to London and his friends, changing it out of the nowhere would be really hard for him. He just started making some solid friendships and it was his senior year, he wasn’t ready to let go of the city. What if he got lonely? Or maybe they didn’t like him? He might be cool for a British kid, but maybe he wasn’t so cool as a New Yorker and people would laugh at him. Things for him were falling perfectly into place, he got a scholarship in one of the best schools in the city, his parents got an awesome apartment on the Upper East Side, but he still was afraid of change.

“You don’t have to go alone, you know that darling?” Nikki said to Tom when he admitted to his mother he was feeling afraid of moving. “The school you just got in has an exchange program and I’m sure the Osterfields would love to come along for a year until you and Harrison graduate. And even if he doesn’t come along, it will be such a great opportunity to you as an actor. Maybe if Harrison came along, it would be good for him too.”

And that’s the story of how Tom’s best friend came with him to America. But how he got there in the first place? Well, it’s very simple. Tom’s dad, Dominic, was a comedian and got offered to work in New York and had to move as quick as he could and he would be there for a long time. After a long conversation, the whole Holland family decided to move with him and they all had to manage their whole year again, including finding a place to support the whole family, a new job for Nikki and new schools for the kids. Luckily, the Hollands were a wealthy family, not extremely wealthy, but money never was a problem. Having their firstborn with a scholarship in one of the best schools in New York was huge for them.

The day they left England was the worst anxiety attack Tom had in his life, but all of the boy’s worries went away the first time he stood in the middle of the city, right in front of his building and took a good look, standing right next to his best mate, who rested an arm over his shoulders with a smile on his face, admiring the city just like the one standing next to him. 

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why do i love this story so much?????? 

𝕗𝕝𝕒𝕨𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 • 𝕥𝕨𝕠

SUMMARY: It’s the first day of senior year. Harrison and Tom got everyone’s eyes on them, but Tom only has his eyes for a certain someone and she’s willing to get to know him better.

Based on my one-shot, Flawless.

PAIRING: Rich!Tom Holland x Rich!Reader (Best Friends to Lovers AU)

WORDS: 9.2K 

WARNINGS: Swearing, mentions of sex, underage drinking.

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                     𝕥𝕨𝕠 • 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕝𝕪

“I can’t fucking believe it!” (Y/N) cursed and pressed her pillows on her ears, groaning in anger. “This is just disrespectful.”

It had been a long day for (Y/N) and the thing she craved doing the most during the whole day was having a chill and early night, but things started to go sideways from the moment she stepped into her apartment. It was the same old chaos, with all the people hired to work for your family running around the house and your mom smoking a cigarette and checking some emails in the living room. She didn’t give two fucks about how her daughter was feeling or even took a good look to see her face. She only mumbled ‘I got a date, so don’t wait up’ and disappeared hours later with a pretty red dress.

The whole night was hard, trying to take care of herself and staying hydrated. Also, it was one of the nights her mental health was getting the best of her. She was feeling lonely and weak, but that was just something that happened a lot and she was getting used to it, even though nobody should get used. She tried to wash it down with hot teas and solo movie night with scented candles and a bubble bath. While she emerged in hot water, she started to think about her life, it was completely shitty and there was nothing she could do about it. Her mother didn’t care about her and her father was never around when she needed it. Also, she didn’t have any true friends and that was what she hated the most because that meant that no one liked her enough to stick around.

And then she remembered the boy she met earlier today. Tom was different than anyone she had ever met and something about him made her want to know him better like she was supposed to know him somehow. The boy didn’t leave her mind during the whole night and it was funny how he just appeared and didn’t leave. There was nothing special about the way they met, he was just nice to her and it made her feel better. Maybe after today, she would have a friend. That was too good to be true, who would want her as a friend anyway?

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it get's better everytime!!!

𝕗𝕝𝕒𝕨𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 • 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕣

SUMMARY: (Y/N) gets offered to make her childhood dream come true, even though her mother keeps making her annoyed. Tom starts feeling some new things which he never felt before, and can’t even name it.

Based on my one-shot, Flawless.

PAIRING: Rich!Tom Holland x Rich!Reader (Best Friends to Lovers AU)

WORDS: 6.3K 

WARNINGS: Swearing, underage drinking and FLUFF

A/N: I just wanted to say that’s it’s a short one, but it’s SO CUTE. I love it! AND ITALICS ARE TOM’S THOUGHTS. 

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                               𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕣  • 𝕧𝕠𝕘𝕦𝕖

Josephine’s office on Midtown Manhattan had a great view of New York’s skyline, and it was beautiful during the afternoon when the sky was orange, almost like a golden glow covered the whole city. (Y/N)’s small office could barely fit two people at the same time, but it had the most incredible view of Central Park, glowing with the afternoon sun. Sometimes she would just pop up in her mother’s office to close her door, prepare some coffee, put on some soft music and sit there watching the park. When she had work to do, it wasn’t so bad with one of those views.

Fashion work was hard. (Y/N) would watch people go crazy every time they had a big event coming and this time it was Vogue’s cover and big interview with her mother’s brand. People were freaking out to put up with some looks, trying to contact models and makeup artists. Josephine even had her daughter back in the office to help her with reaching people and even sewing last-minute outfits. And right now she was leaning back on her chair, legs resting over the table as she sipped her coffee and tried to contact models for work.

“Everything is a disaster.” Josephine said as she came into her office, slamming the door behind her. “I just need a second of quietness.”

“Do you want some coffee? Maybe tea?”

“Chamomile, please.” Her mother breathed out, and she laughed, getting up to her small coffee station on the back of her office to prepare some tea for her mother. “Your outfit looks cute.”

“Thanks.” (Y/N) glanced down to her body and chuckled. Today she went for yellow plaid high waisted pants, a simple black shirt and heels. Josie always taught her how to dress up fancy but straightforward during office times. She approached her mother, who was now sitting on her chair, and gave her some tea.

“Thank you, sweetie. I just can’t be out there any longer. They’re driving me insane.”

For the past week, Josie was too busy to pick on everything her daughter was doing. That’s why their relationship wasn’t conflictual for the past days. She even came home for dinner more than one time, and maybe she was too tired of work to go to a restaurant and talk even more about fashion with some coworker or fashion journalist.

“I got Taylor Hill and Bella Hadid to model for us.”

“I got Naomi Campbell for cover.” She said, and (Y/N)’s eyes widened.

“Oh my God, are you serious?” 

“And then she cancelled.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes and leaned back at her desk, watching her mother dramatically drink her tea. “We have a week to find someone else to cover the spot.”

“Go with Bella Hadid.” She suggested, and Josie groaned.

“If I get Bella for cover, I have to find another model to cover her spot.” She finished her tea and glanced up to her daughter. It was like something clicked on her head. (Y/N) frowned as she watched her mother get up her seat and smirk.

“What are you thinking?”

“You could model for me.” Josie said as she pointed her index finger to her daughter, and (Y/N) chuckled.

“Are you serious?”

“Dead serious. You look gorgeous wearing the collection.” Josie unlocked her phone and showed her a picture where she was wearing one of Josie’s designs. “So, what do you think?”

“Are you kidding me? Of course I want to do this. Vogue fucking Magazine.”

“Good, so I’ll need you here Friday after class so we can take pictures. Come without makeup and something simple to take off.”

“I’ll be here.”

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𝕗𝕝𝕒𝕨𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 • 𝕗𝕚𝕧𝕖

SUMMARY: It’s (Y/N)’s birthday! And Tom’s gonna make sure his best friend gets the best birthday of her life - that if no one else disturbs their peace.

Based on my one-shot, Flawless.

PAIRING: Rich!Tom Holland x Rich!Reader (Best Friends to Lovers AU)

WORDS:  7.6K

WARNINGS: (+18) Anxiety attacks (TRIGGER), mentions of sex, swearing.

A/N: The anxiety part can trigger those who have a strong history with anxiety. You can skip it if you want it!

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That (Y/N) and Tom quickly became best friends was obvious. How they became attached to the hip in two simple months was still an enigma to everyone around them. When Tom invited her over for dinner to meet his whole family, they were still trying to process the fact that he - for the very first time in his life - brought a girl over so they could meet her. It didn’t matter if they were dating or not, it was only intriguing because he never showed any affection to a girl, and suddenly he had one to introduce to them.

They didn’t know what it was, but they noticed the biggest smile on his face and his glossy eyes, shinning as he looked down to her. That was the moment they all knew it was something special for him. And they all noticed why he liked her that much; she was one of the nicest people they have ever met. Very polite, very charming and very funny. But again, she only behaved that way because she felt as if it was a safe environment to be herself.

And well, when it came to her family meeting Tom, it was complicated. Vicent loved him ever since they first met, on the day (Y/N) invited Tom to a chill country club day to play golf and just meet her father. They engaged a pretty decent conversation where Vicent was convinced that Tom was a good guy, and he helped (Y/N) play better, earning some tennis lessons later as well. Her father was very happy that his daughter had someone to talk care of her when he wasn’t around.

But for Josephine, things were pretty different. The dinner at their apartment was a disaster since Josie wasn’t even trying to get to know Tom because her mind was made and there was no coming back. For her, he wasn’t good enough for her daughter and should definitely stay away from her. She didn’t even try to hide the fact that she wasn’t interested in getting to know him and even cut short some of his sentences, which resulted in a very angry (Y/N) locked on her room for the rest of the weekend.

That didn’t affect their relationship though. They were closer than ever, going to every party, being each other’s wingman, having brunch together every Saturday morning and a lazy movie afternoon on Sundays. They supported each other when things were tough, and laughed with them when everything was fine. Typical BFF relationship, that now everyone knew about, making them the rumoured secret couple from school, which was obviously not true.

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