#Tom Holland x poc reader

[yesitsmewhataboutit]

Can You Say Triplets?

Tom Holland x Reader

Anyone who says Tom and the twins don’t look alike are liars… sometimes even you can’t tell them apart if you’re not looking directly at their face

»»——⍟——««A/n: STAWP IM SCREAMING AND CRYING I finished this a few days ago but didn’t outline it and I just came to and was about to copy and paste to proofread and I look and the ending didn’t save for some reason😃😃and I do t remember exactly how I did it so now this ending is garbage and I’m sad cuz this whole fic is ruined and not at all how I wanted it. Idk why I’m even posting it

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Going golfing with his brothers is something Tom loves. He does it for fun, plus when he needs to relax and de-stress a bit. You know the usual routine. They go out around 1 o’clock, golf for a while and horse around, then go get food and drinks on the way home. Tom always picked you up food too which you loved.

Today is no different. You wake up to light kisses on your shoulder from Tom, his arms around you, and when you turn around, his sweet tired face as he looks at you through tired eyes. You have your time in bed, and he heads out with Harrison and Harry. So it’s just you for the day, everyone else was also doing their own stuff.

It’s a normal day, you make some food, lounge around a bit, and watch some tv. Inevitably, you end up where you always do; in your bed watching a show. It’s only around 8 o’clock, but you can feel your eyes getting heavier. You know it’s too early to fall asleep, but that doesn’t stop your body from still pulling, and as always, you lose the fight.

The boys get in around 11 o’clock, you wake up around 1 am. The tv is still on, and the bed is cold, but you can tell the boys are home. Tired and delirious, you push yourself from bed to try to go find your London boy. The house is quiet and dark, aside from the little light coming from Harrison’s room, if you listen you could hear quiet sounds, but what catches your eye when you exit your room is the lump on the couch. It wouldn’t be the first time Tom sat down to take his shoes off but ended up collapsing from a mixture of drowsy and drinks.

You shuffle over to the couch, not having the energy it’d take to get him to wake up and move, instead deciding to join him. A soft smile spreads your lips as you get closer and you can make out the messy curls that lay all over his head.

You rub your eyes and melt onto the couch, laying practically on top of him cause of its size. “Welcome back, Tommy,” you say in a quiet slur of your words, reaching up and giving him a quick peck on his lips before snuggling in, feeling his arms curl around you. You drift to sleep almost immediately, but not before you hear a grunt of response come from him, and soon after, you fall asleep.

It’s not the best sleep you’ve ever gotten, you’ve slept on the couch before, but you chalk the low-quality sleep up to the weird position you were laid. “Y/n.” The warm body you’re next to helps, making you stay in a state between conscious and unconscious. “Y/n.”

“Hm?” You shuffle around, hearing a voice calling you but not really caring, wanting to go back to sleep, already feeling it too early to be awake.

“Y/n.” The voice says again, trying its best to nag you awake.

“What,” you drag and whine, trying to adjust into and more comfortable position.

“What are you doing?”

You sigh, giving up hope of going to sleep at the moment. “What do you mean?”

You adjust again, moving your hand around, it being rested on his stomach under his shirt, where you can usually feel his abs, but you can’t at the moment, you don’t think much of it. What makes your mind skip and backtrack, is the smell.

You smell alcohol on him, which isn’t unusual since of course he just went drinking, but the specific smell doesn’t add up. You smell a strong bitter alcohol, which is something Harry would drink, not Tom, he likes fruitier drinks usually, unless something is wrong, which you would’ve known. So why would he be drinking like Harry?

You hear the voice that you still haven’t stopped to comprehend who it is say something again, but you don’t fully hear as you open your eyes to look up at Tom. Only, it’s not Tom, it’s Harry.

“Oh my god!” You yell startled, your eyes going wide and your body automatically flitching back, immediately putting you on the floor, making you hit your head with a grunt. “Ow.”

You go to sit up, putting a hand to your head as you look around. You now realize you’re between a just awoken and confused Harry, and a Samantha, Harry’s girlfriend. You look toward the door, seeing Tom just as he enters from the hallway, a smug smirk going over his features as he sees the scene in front of him, already figuring out what happened.

"Ya alright there, love?" he asks as he walks over to you.

"I did it again," you say in a defeated tone.

"Yeah, yeah, it's alright," he says with a hint of a laugh.

"Sorry, Harry," you say as you take Tom's hand, and he helps you up, putting his arm around your waist and walking toward your bedroom.

"If this makes this any better, I honestly thought she was you too."

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Ahem: @mcushvft @lnmp89 @laylasbunbunny @tomhollandfics

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[bunnyweasley23]

If you have Wattpad please read my latest MCU x Harry Potter crossover!!!

This book is for you if you like:

-Dumbledore Slander

-Wolfstar as parents

-Nice!Snape (sort of)

-Nice!Draco

-Black OC!

-Mom!Natasha

-The Avengers as basically one big happy family!

-Fred, Loki, Pietro, Tony etc NOT *💀🪦*

-Ron x OC

Small Excerpt from a random Chapter below:

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"Excuse me, Miss Romanoff have you seen the Weasley twins?"Umbrige asked sweetly, considering she's been trying to get back on my good side for the past week and a half.

"Sorry, haven't seen them since the last time I saw them." I said with a smile before taking a drink on my hot chocolate and looking down at my phone when I saw Steve got another word.

"And when was that?"Umbrigde asked confused.

"When was what?"I asked with mock confusion as I looked up at her.

"The last time you saw them of course."Umbrige said becoming slightly irritated.

"Saw who?" I asked innocently.

"Fred and George Weasley."Umbrige said firmly an I pretended to think about it for a moment. Like I didn't see them walk past me with Ron and Draco five minutes ago, carrying empty glitter containers and prank kits.

"Can't say those names ring any bells I'm afraid. However if you're looking for the Weasley twins they went that way." I mumbled looking down at my phone.

"Which way? Left or right?"Umbrigde asked frantically looking around.

"I don't know, that's what I'm asking you. Right or wrong? Up or down, you know? Do you think I'll grow more, I've recently become very insecure about my height. I feel like I'm not tall enough? But what if I'm too tall? I'm 5'9 but that could mean anything. Did you know brown cows don't make chocolate milk? Do you think the sky knows it's blue? Why do people have limbs? I'll tell you why, because of evaluation! Not to be confused with revolutions because those are bad. Speaking of revolutions, have you ever owned a unicorn? I've been thinking of starting a butterfly farm but I can't because I won't have time to take them for walks everyday. Do you think cats know that they're cat-" I asked rambling various nonsense questions with a look of concern painted on my face.

"That's enough! I'll find them myself!" Umbrigde yelled cutting me off.

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[peterparkussy]

discoveries

reader develops a sensitivity overnight and wonders what the cause could be.

peter parker x reader// warnings: lg, smut?

dark themes if you squint

You thought your ears had cleared. Everything was louder to you the creaking of the bed when you got up, the crunch your feet made when they step through the carpet, and when you locked the door the click it made was striking. Maybe years of trying to pop your ears and failing, overnight your hearing was just perfect. Only if things didn’t get worse. You were feeling everything not to mention when you inhaled it felt like your lungs were transparent the cool air soothing to the point where your nostrils felt raw- Ignoring your newfound hypersensitivity to seemingly everything you tried to proceed with your day but the blood rushing in your ears made you uneasy.

You were in the shower but you couldn’t continue being thrown off by a faint beeping, you tried to ignore it but it kept getting louder-clearer you felt the beeps echo throughout you, and the floor felt hollow. All you could focus on was the sound. You were in almost a trance now, you shut off the water and stepped out, probably hadn’t blinked once. You might have dried off before draping on your robe that hung behind the door. Pacing out of the bathroom you marched towards the noise. You stayed on a higher floor just about at the top of the compound, you weren't looking around; you were drawn to the beeping there was nothing you can do to stop it. Your body was in control. Down one floor you kept going, earning weird looks and questions you couldn’t process. On another floor, the beeps were closer but what could this noise be? a weapon, was the compound going to explode? Again? Your heart rate picked up, you felt a presence now close around but that faded away shortly from your focus or fear at your arrival on the final floor. You stomp into the kitchen to see a timer beeping faintly calming your nerves. Clicking the cool metal button you shut the device off, walking into the den to see Wanda taking a nap on the couch, you could hear her faint snores; you couldn’t hear that before a countless amount of times you’ve walked in on her sleeping. “Wands” you called out waking her she sat up slightly rubbing sleep off her eyes, “I think your stuff is done the alarm is beeping,” you say eyes wide. You were dripping from the shower, you definitely skipped drying off; your robe was barely tied your arms securing it tightly on one side of your body. “Oh thank you, my timer needs new batteries it’s so low I can barely hear it” she yawned and you nodded turning to walk away. “How did you hear it?” she asked when you were in the middle of the kitchen you paused breath catching in your throat How did you hear it? this shits been happening all day “I was outside the door” you lied. Wanda could usually tell when something was up, but she was still groggy so you hoped that’d be enough to keep her from questioning you further. Not giving her a chance to respond picking up your pace you bulked your way back upstairs. You hoped to be alone now to possibly evaluate what the hell could be happening to you, it was quiet and peaceful so you plopped into bed the springs louder than they had ever been as the vibrations of the noise died down you took a deep breath. And for the first time, your senses had failed you “So how did you hear that alarm?” you jumped when you heard Peter's voice from the corner of your room. He pressed against the door, came in, and locked it. Click* “I don’t know,” you said with a shrug and he started walking to your bed “Don’t lie to me” he looked at you knowingly but he couldn’t be further from the truth, really you were about to google what your symptoms are and hope for the best because the last thing you would do is take a trip down to medbay just to be escorted to Banner. “I’m not lying Pete, seriously” you leaned to open your laptop but he shut down before your screen could even illuminate “I have an idea of what could have happened” he leaned in closer. you tilted your head in confusion urging him to go on “You know what a good girl you are when you swallow for me? hmm” Your breath caught from his bluntness and praise and not to mention the diagnosis hinted. All you did was nod and he kept explaining “Well daddy’s cum is good for you and when you take your medicine you get nice and strong..” he trailed his calloused fingers from your shoulder down your arm grazing over your breasts and cupping your face. You looked up at him, doe eyes not being able to miss the bulge in his pants, his grey pants. Peter knew the effects his sperm had but he wasn’t certain if it would be this effective but something about giving you the ability, and the same ones at him makes him absolutely feral.

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[multifariousqueer]

Idk if anybody had this idea before but well here it goes: Arvin Russell having a smaller wife -in size- and they are both awkward bcz the marriage was sorta out of business but they are both getting along some fluff will be great (add filth if u want :3 )

P.S: srry rly for being awkward it's my first time to request smth😅

Hi! I hope you don't mind, I'm gonna answer this as a black!reader(bc I don't see a lot of black readers).

TW: Business partners to lovers, mentions of Lenora's death and the serial killer couple, Spoilers for tdatt, slow burn(ish).

Your daddy disapproved of Arvin and so did your momma but you knew this was the only way. See, you had always wanted a house and business of your own but being a young small black girl, you often were looked down upon and often times, given the classic talk of "well, maybe this is outta your league little girl." and told to just go find a black man and stay in your "neck of the woods". When you got away from the person who made these comments, you just rolled your eyes and said,

"Well what does he know? That old shit has nary a business bone in his body. Old hick."

Arvin overheard your personal pep talk and said,

"Umm little girl?"

"JESUS CHRIST." you said, startled.

"I'm so sorry it's just you were yelling and I thought you were hurt, my apologies" Arvin said.

You looked him up and down and immediately knew he would be a perfect pawn to get what you need.

"It's okay." You said with a smirk on your face.

Arvin began to walk away when suddenly, you blurted out:

"Hey listen. How would you like an opportunity to make money and get out of this shit town?"

Arvin stopped dead in his tracks but he didn't turn around:

"And how would I do that? Selling Girl Scout Cookies?" Arvin asked. You could hear the bemusement mixed with genuine interest in his voice.

You chuckled. This wasn't the first time you had been underestimated because of your size.

"Not quite. See I'm fixing to start a business and buy a house but I can't do that since I'm-" you pointed to your skin.

"I don't know little girl sounds like a big ask for someone so small." Arvin chuckled

"Listen here Mister, I am 20 and a LEGAL adult just like you. I may sure as hell be damn small but these dreams and the money I'll cut you will be bigger than the fattest man alive, so what do you say?" you said.

"What are we selling? Arvin said, interested.

"Teas, coffee, specialized refreshments." You smiled.

"You really think people want that?" Arvin said.

"Well not these people, that's why I said we're getting out of here. Now come on, I'll let you taste the product." You said pulling Arvin's arm.

6 months later:

"It says here, we need to be married in order to get the house and the storefront." Arvin said.

"Nice try, pal." You said, believing it but not wanting it to be true.

"Business partners don't lie to each other, darlin' " Arvin said with a smirk.

Over the past 6 months, Arvin had taken a liking to you. You were ambitious, pretty, outspoken, goal driven and not a bad cook either. You two always had moments where it felt like you would kiss but you never did. So Arvin convinced himself that you were off limits.

"Alright fine, I know a chapel we can go to." You said begrudgingly.

"Actually?" Arvin didn't think you'd go this far for what you wanted but in a way, he was kind of happy you did go this far.

"Yes Actually now stop wasting time and get dressed." You said.

"Yes ma'am" Arvin called.

When you two arrived at the chapel, You saw your preacher. It was nice to know that this man who had known you since you were in diapers, is marrying you off. Admittedly, you wished it was with someone whom you had loved for years.

Once he married you off, the next stop was your parents house:

"ABSOLUTLEY NOT. UNDER NO SURCOMSTANCES WILL I ALLOW THIS. HOW DARE THIS THING COME IN MY HOUSE AND TELL ME THAT HE WANTS TO MARRY MY Y/N." Your dad said.

"Daddy I'm sorry, It's all for the house and store. I promise."

"FIND ANOTHER WAY." Your dad said.

"Daddy, this is the way. I'll finally be able to take care of you and momma." you said almost tearing up. You haded when he would yell at you.

"I just don't want you to be unhappy." Your dad said.'

"Than let me marry Arvin and get us out of this place." you said through tears.

"Okay baby. If this is what you need to do then do it." Your dad said begrudgingly.

You hugged your momma and oveheard your dad telling Arvin that he would kill him if he tried anything. You went upstairs, packed a bag, and left. Arvin did the same and both of you were off to New York.

1 year later

You and Arvin had just gotten the title to the store and you couldn't be happier. Arvin was falling more and more in love with you as the days went on. You found out a lot about him too, like he had shot a preacher that drove his sister to suicide, how he almost became a victim of these serial killers, and so forth. You were still sleeping in different "beds"(Arvin sleeping on a sofa):

"You sure, country boy? I don't mind sleeping on the couch. I could fit a lot better." You asked genuinely concerned for his wellbeing on that sofa.

"Ladies get the better bed. Besides, It's comfy enough." Arvin said. You realized that Arvin would never tell you if he was in pain or sick or anything about himself really. You had to pry into him to figure out the serial killer story.

You caught yourself staring at Arvin more and more. You never noticed how veiny his arms were or how big his biceps were. He was incredibly protective over you(even though you didn't need it) and he was incredibly strong, like he lifted a 100lb bag of coffee beans over his shoulder like it was nothing. It was safe to say you were starting to fall for him but this is what made you 100% head-over-heels for him:

One cold night in December, you were shivering in the bed. You had woken up from a nightmare and desperately needed to go back to sleep because you had a meeting the next day. You saw Arvin tossing on the couch and decided you couldn't take it anymore:

"Hey Arvin?" you asked as gently as possible

"What's the matter, Y/n?" he asked groggily.

"Uhm, I'm cold." You said sheepishly.

"What do you want me to do about that?" Arvin asked with a smirk on his face. He knew exactly what you wanted, he just wanted to hear you say it.

"You're really gonna make me say it?" you said half embarrassed, half jokingly.

"Mhm. If you want it that badly." Arvin said smugly.

"Arvin can you sleep with me?" You said regretfully.

"What's the magic word?" He said now with a full grin.

"Pleeeeaaaassseeee?" You said.

"Good Girl." He said. This sent butterflies through your body.

You two got in the bed and he brought the blanket from the couch. You snuggled up to him and he planted your face in his neck.

"Is this gonna become a daily thing, darlin'?" Arvin asked.

"I don't know. Do you want it to become a daily thing?" You replied.

"I don't mind." He said.

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[sherlockfoolm]

Rules, fandoms I write for and who (Please check rules)

Please send in requests (Especially yandere).

Sherlock bbc;

Sherlock Holmes

James Moriarty

Mycroft Holmes

Gotham tv series:

Jerome Valeska

Jerimiah Valeska

Fish Mooney

Jonathan Crane

Oswald Cobblepot

Edward Nygma

Bruce Wayne

Interview With The Vampire 1994:

Lestat De Lioncourt

Scream 1996:

Billy Loomis

-Stu macher

(I write poly Billy and Stu and them separately)

-Sydney Prescott

Halloween 1978

Michael Myres

Labyrinth

Jareth The Goblin King

-Spiderman

Tom holland Spiderman/Peter Parker

Andrew Garfield Spiderman/Peter Parker

Andrew Garfield Gwen

(I write Peter and Gwen poly or separately)

The Green Goblin

Star Wars

Padme Amidala

Anakin Skywalker

(I write poly Padme and Anakin and I write them separate)

Luke Skywalker

Chucky

Tiffany Valentine

Chucky/Charles Lee Ray (I can write them poly and separately)

-Carrie 1976

Carrie

Rules and stuff:

I can write yandere and the character just how they are, though I prefer yandere. (Do not get offended if a yandere fic of mine is particularly dark. That is how I view the character as a yandere)

I write smut.

I write female reader and gender neutral reader. (I will try my best with a gn reader and I apologize if I make a mistake when writing a gn reader)

I only write x reader. Do not request an oc or a ship. (Though my fanfics are written with a poc reader in mind, and I may take a poc reader request since we don't get a lot of rep)

I don't write yandere slashers beside Carrie and Billy and Stu

I only write head canons (but feel free to request full fanfics (I will write them if I find them interesting)).

As of now I don't write platonic fanfics, but I might in the future so feel free to ask.

Write as many requests as you want, but I am not obligated to write/respond to your request

#Sherlock Holmes #Gotham #Dc #Star Wars #Spiderman #jareth the goblin king #the labyrinth #Slashers #fanfiction #x reader #yandere

[our-destiny]

☁ Introduction ☁

Welcome to my blog! You can call me Destiny and here I reblog posts that i like but i also sometimes make my own short, self indulgent content. I am aromantic and asexual so most of my content is platonic.

⚠ Disclaimer ⚠

On this blog you will find Dark Content, with themes of Noncon, Manipulation, Gore, Yandere, and overall not good stuff. I am not responsible for what media you consume, and I do not support or encourage this behavior in real life.

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My requests and asks are always open.

What I write for

Obey me!

I write for all characters except for 13, though my favorites are Solomon and Michael.

Twisted Wonderland

I will write for:

Cater, Ace, Deuce, Leona, Ruggie, Rook, Kalim, Jamil, Floyd, Azul

Marvel Cinematic Universe

I will write for:

Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker (Tom Hollands version only), the Winter Soldier, Thor, Loki

Rules for requesting

You can request headcanons, oneshots, alphabets, anything. You can request as many characters as you'd like. I love getting requests so please, ask!

I write character x reader and

I write in second person (you, your), and try not to describe readers appearance or gender, though I am afab so I might mess up, if I do please tell me.

I am comfortable writing platonic relationships (familial or friendships).

I also like writing dark/Yandere relationships. I do both romantic and platonic yanderes (familial or friendships). If it is a romantic yandere the feelings will not be reciprocated as that makes me uncomfortable, the only exception would be in a case of Stockholm.

I am now going to be writing nsfw! However it will only be noncon/dubcon, and only in a dark/yandere fic. And only with romantic yanderes, not platonic.

I won't write an established romantic relationship. I will write scenarios that could or could not be read as romantic or platonic, but I won't refer to someone as a boyfriend or write about going on a date; I would write about two people hanging out that could classify as a date.

Last Thoughts

I struggle with finding motivation so I don't write often, or I might take a while to write something, please be patient.

This is a safe space for Lgbtq+, poc, etc, and I will not tolerate any hate.

I am a Hellenic Polytheist, and a devotee of Ares, so you'll find that here too!

I struggle with mental illness so you'll find posts to do with that as well.

I also write poetry sometimes!!

Thanks for reading <3

[thewriterg]

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* I’m a poc writer ALL of my works are versatile and poc friendly

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[mrs-hollandstan]

Another Year Older || Tom Holland

Warnings: smut (18+), unprotected sex, oral (male recieving, very very brief female recieving) mention of a handjob, drinking, language, dirty talk

Word Count: 5,139

Author’s Note: Here’s some good ol smut for Tommo’s 23rd birthday. Enjoy and let me know what you think! 

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Tom requested you not get him anything for his birthday. He was turning twenty-three and seeing that it wasn’t a milestone, he didn’t feel the need to really celebrate other than with a night out at a club with you, him, his brothers and his friends. Of course, the idea of not getting him a gift chewed at your conscience in the hours leading up to midnight and Tom could tell. He reassured you until you fell asleep it felt better if you didn’t get him anything, but an idea that racked your brain for hours was slowly being put in play the second you woke up beside the godly man in your bed who’s birthday was in full swing, making him a whole year older than you for the few months until your own birthday rolled in. Rolling onto your side, you slowly rouse him with soft kisses and wandering hands. His lashes flutter and his eyes pop open, wandering to you. You exchanged words and jokes, before sharing a shower and you celebrated the beginning of his birthday with his first little taste of sex for the day, a handjob in the shower.

The day progressed into the two of you making breakfast together, you jokingly stuffing a few candles from a small box bought a few days before into his pancakes. He blew them out and smiled up at you with a dopey smile as you ruffled his fluffy hair and kissed his cheek. You ate, legs tangled together before heading to the couch to watch some of his favorite movies before you got ready to go clubbing. When you finally did get around to getting dressed, Tom lost his tongue when you stepped out of the bathroom, fully clothed, hair and makeup done.

“Like what you see birthday boy?” You coo, looping the earring back in the cartilage of your ear. He nods and sits at the foot of the bed, looking you over for the second time, paying close attention to the way you move beneath the soft, gray cotton, cut out v-neck, party dress he’s seen only a few times. The way the lace up cage stilettos compliment your look and your hair falls in wavy curls, a nude look as far as makeup goes, just the way Tom likes it add to the whole look has Tom not wanting to leave the house but keep you holed up in bed all night, the noises he loves so much leaving your perfect lips. But you hold your hand out and Tom stands, following you with his hand in yours towards your front door. You turn and look him over, just as he did you, finding the mostly black look, save the white t-shirt, to your liking before heading out into the evening.

By the time you make it to his favorite club, the twins as well as Elysia, Tuwaine, his girlfriend Aubrey, and Harrison are all waiting, Harry and Harrison having already downed half of their beers. You do your usual greetings before ordering drinks of your own, Tom leaning on the bar, hand rested at your lower back. You glance up and give him a smile,

“I hope you’ve enjoyed your birthday so far. You deserve the best days in the world.” He smiles, leaning in to kiss your temple,

“So far, so good.” You smile as you’re slid a hard lemonade and Tom is given a beer allowing you both to rejoin the group quickly, you standing elbow to elbow with Tom and Harry. While Tom carries on conversation with the boys, you look around the room, watching people dance with their friends or partners, back to chest, swaying to the music, bathed in neon light and covered in perspiration and body glitter for some of the scantily clad girls in the crowd. Aubrey and Elysia step forward, Elysia taking your hand,

“This is the perfect time to dance. And while these divs talk, its us three girls.” The three of you raise your bottles and cheer before you’re led out to the dance floor, glancing over your shoulder at Tom once who has a longing look, eyes glued to your butt for just a moment before they lock with your own. He licks his lips, but you’re pulled into Elysia, the both of you and Aubrey already lost in the music, your hips swaying as you sing to each other and press into each other, enjoying the company of the other girlfriends drug along with their alcohol fueled boyfriends. Not that any of the three of you mind being in each others company.

Before too long, Elysia squeals behind you and you turn to glance at her as Sam grabs her around the middle and Tuwaine steps past you to confiscate Aubrey. You brush hair from your face as Tom steps up before you, cocky smile on his lips like he planned the whole thing. He tips his head back as he sips his beer, eyes never leaving yours before he takes your hand and drags you back against him. Your back is pressed to his warm chest, his body heat already radiating off of him through the t-shirt he wears. His leather jacket is long since forgotten and he sways with you, his hand releasing your own to rest at your hip,

“I’m already on beer number two and I’m feelin pretty good about tonight. My girlfriend abandoned me for her friends and… I’m a little hurt.” You giggle, pressing yourself back against him. Pursing your lips, you cock your head, exposing one side of your neck to Tom,

“That’s what you get for wanting to only talk with your boys about golf and your job.” He leans in, hand sliding to the underside of your belly, just where the hem of your lace thong rests, bottom lip pressing to the soft, sweet smelling skin of your neck. He hums and you feel the delicate scratch of facial hair under his lip from him not having shaved in almost a week. Your pulse starts to quicken as you reach back to take hold of his hair, fingers locked in the soft tufts. You give a gentle tug and Tom knows where this is headed. He knows you’re already turned on, but he doesn’t want to alarm anyone. He doesn’t want to leave the club this early and have the boys giving him the riot act when they see him again. He has to keep you there for a little while longer. Until the alcohol has turned both of your blood into molten lava and you can’t fight the urge anymore. Tipping your head back against his shoulder, the music shifts to another song that has you pressing yourself back against Tom harder. He reaches up to hold your hip again, his other hand grasping the neck of his beer bottle in a loop created by his index finger and thumb to hold your other side easier,

“Easy baby. Don’t get me all riled up just yet. Gotta get my money’s worth out of this club visit.” You hum, reaching down to hold his wrists. Swaying along with him, you take his hand to lift his beer to your lips. He watches you drink it, licking his own lips as you take it all in. When you let him pull back, you swipe at your lips, knowing the all too familiar taste of Dos Equis he favors. You hum in pure bliss as he raises the green bottle to his lips, downing what’s left. He disappears for just a moment before returning empty handed, hands resuming their place on your hips. He guides them softly in their sway, smiling to himself as you sing the song blaring softly.

You and your party go through a dozen drinks and twice that in songs in the time you’re there. When you’re taking a break and you glance at Tom’s watch it’s been two and a half hours. He glances up at you, downing what’s left in the fifth beer he’s on, setting the bottle aside. You smile and bite your lip,

“We could go home so I can give you your present.” He smiles back, knowing that his gift is you and he’s eager to get to it. He swallows and nods,

“Before I can’t see straight. That sounds like a good idea.” You giggle and nod before he stands and fishes the money out of his pocket to cover the drinks both of you have had in the time. You do your usual goodbyes with your friends before Tom takes your hand and leads you out to your car. You take the keys from his hand, brushing past him and headed towards the driver’s side of the car,

“You’ve had one too many drinks stud muffin. Let me drive.” He nods, leaning in to kiss you when he offers them over. He crawls into the passenger side before you climb in beside him and his hand slips to hold your thigh as you drive. His warm palm drifts higher and higher up your own soft skin until you’re smirking and spreading your legs at a light. He hums in approval and surprise,

“Gonna let me touch you while you drive?” You shrug,

“It’s your day cutie. I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.” His hand lingers just where he can feel the heat radiating from your core, laying his head back against the headrest. By the time you’re pulling up the drive, his bottom lip is swollen from all the licking, sucking, and biting he’s done, trying his damndest to contain his throbbing cock that he desperately wants to pull from his pants and let you work over. Your eyes meet before you mutually climb from the car and head up to the front door. He’s pushing you inside, hands slipping up to your chest to fondle your breasts as he leans in to kiss where your neck meets shoulder. You reach back to hold his hip,

“Love-” You start,

“I want you on your knees for me sweet face.” He gives you a gentle nudge before shrugging his jacket off and taking your hand. Pulling you halfway up the stairs, he pauses, turning to you and unbuttoning his jeans,

“Knees.” He demands,

“Right here?” You practically squeal in shock. He nods, unzipping his pants and pushing them down just the smallest bit to free his cock. He strokes himself, eyes following you as you crouch on a stair. When you lick your lips, his knees go weak, hand pressing to the wall to steady himself. You giggle, watching him jerk himself. He smiles down at you, watching you swallow before your eyes meet,

“Birthday boy blowjob?” You quiz. He chuckles, holding himself steady as you lean in. When you envelope the tip, his head falls back, fingertips pressing into the drywall. He watches you bob your head like he likes, thighs held in your hands. He juts his hips forward, smiling and biting his lip as you gag,

“That’s my good girl. Fuck you’re perfect.” Humming around him, one of your hands slips from his thighs and down to your own, Tom cocking his head to watch you pull the bottom of your dress up over your thighs to show your panties. You bat your lashes, Tom muttering a curse,

“You’re so fucking sexy.” You rest your hands at your thighs, bobbing your head quickly to get him to his first orgasm. He moans and grunts, reaching down to gather your wavy hair in his hands. He licks his lips, tilting his head to watch you take him,

“Fuck… got me so on edge since your little excursion in the shower this morning. Gonna let me cum in that pretty little mouth of yours so I can fuck that tight little pussy?” He purrs, sending shivers down your spine. Goosebumps rise across your skin and despite him guiding you along his cock, your tongue stuck out to take as much of him as possible, he doesn’t miss the whimper. He smiles,

“Gonna be the birthday boy’s good girl?” You bat your lashes, Tom biting hard into his lip before gritting his teeth. He’s silent from that point on, listening to you gag and hum and slurp around him, eyes locking in yours every so often. He loves the way your eyes swim in different shades of their original color. The way they darken in lust is the sexiest thing ever to Tom. Watching your lips stretch around his cock is intoxicating and he finds himself wondering how he got so lucky. When you hollow your cheeks, he nearly loses it, gripping your curls tight in one hand and pressing down further. Invigorated gags reverberate off the walls, tears slipping down your cheeks at the brutal push Tom is making to get himself there. He pants and you reach back up to hold his thighs, his cheeks flushed and hair a mess as he nears his high. A few seconds more and his head falls back as he spills the contents of his balls into your mouth with a throaty grunt. His head remains fallen back until his cock stops twitching and warm spurts of cum don’t coat your tongue and throat. Drawing back, you take deep breaths, gently stroking the softening shaft Tom possesses. He hums, looking back down at you,

“So fucking good. God… I need to see that pretty little ass of yours, watch you touch yourself before I can get hard again.” Holding his hand out, he watches you lick up the underside of his shaft before letting go and taking his hand. He pulls his pants up, leaving them open before he crouches, glancing up with a toothy smile when you giggle and watch him gently slides your panties down, scoffing at the wet spot across them,

“You think you can get off giving me a blowjob?” You shrug, watching him lift your panties to his nose and give a quick whiff, pupils dilating. You bite your lip,

“I dunno, but that’s fucking sexy.” He chuckles before crumpling them in his fist and pivoting on the stair, dragging you after him. He pauses in the doorway of your bedroom, watching you walk towards the foot of the bed, pulling your dress off, leaving you completely naked. Tom licks his lips, watching you crawl up to the headboard, laying back against his pillow. You sigh, nipples already hard and legs spread to show him the good view. He hums, leaning against the door jam,

“Touch yourself angel. I wanna see you play with yourself before I fuck you.” Without being told twice, you reach down between your legs, sliding your fingers between your folds. Eyes locked on him, you swallow, rubbing your clit,

“You gonna fuck me handsome? Pull my hair and get your worth out of me for your birthday?” He nods,

“Fucking cum inside you. I could fuck a baby into you and get a late birthday present; a little one.” You bite your lip, dipping your finger into yourself. He watches,

“Is that your new kink my love? You wanna see me knocked up with your baby?” He shrugs, one side of his mouth quirking,

“Maybe. Make a baby as beautiful as you, I’ll wanna knock you up with all the babies you’ll let me knock you up with.” Taking a few steps forward, he tucks his hands in his pockets and cocks his head, eyes locked on you touching yourself. Reaching up, he pulls his top off, chuckling as you whimper when his abs are shown to you, the muscles beneath his tan skin constricting as he stretches and breathes. Tossing it aside, he slides his pants and boxers off, reaching down to stroke himself hard again. He quirks his unruly eyebrow,

“Like what you see angel?” You nod,

“I’d let you knock me up, especially when you look like that.” He chuckles through a closed mouth, swallowing and glancing down at his now fully erect shaft,

“On your knees my love.” You scramble to your hands and knees, back side presented to Tom. He chuckles, leaning on a knee to swat at your butt. He chuckles louder as you lurch forward before he clambers between your calves, holding the folds of your hip, pinkies pressed into your thighs,

“You know I won’t last long angel. Gonna fuck you like this where I can see this pretty little ass and then I’ll let you ride me. Let you finish me off while I watch those pretty little tits bounce.” He reaches down, hands wrapped around your thighs and thumbs spreading your folds apart. He hums, leaning in to lick a quick stripe through your slick. You whimper, hands gripping his pillow tight in your fists. He straightens out, pressing his tip to your hole. Spitting where you meet, he gently presses in, gritting his teeth as you cry out and jolt forward, shoulders and face pressed into his sultry smelling pillow. He bites his lip, head lulling back as he holds your hips and gently draws back before his hips glide forward and he’s fucking into you slowly, tip ghosting over that spongy spot inside you,

“Feel so good baby.” You raise yourself to your elbows, glancing over your shoulder, mouth held open just enough to see the tips of your teeth. Tom locks eyes with you for a moment before he bites his lip and reaches across, holding your left hip with his right hand, thrusting a small bit harder. You whimper, arching your shoulders as he reaches down to gather hair from your shoulders, holding it in a tight grasp. The insistent tug has you rising to your hands, head turned to watch over your shoulder as he thrusts up into you,

“God you’re gorgeous.” He growls, leaning over you, fists pressed into the bed just beside your hands, hips molding into your ass. You hum, head falling back against his shoulder as he fucks into you a little harder. You whine, head falling forward again. He leans back, running his hands up your sides to your shoulders, pulling you back onto him. His hips meet your ass in harsh, loud slaps and he grunts and groans after each one. You whine and buck back against him, a chuckle slipping past his lips,

“Does that feel good baby?” You nod, holding the sheets tighter in your fists. He hums, gathering your hair in one hand again to tug on. He hums when you clench around him, dampening curls of his own falling in his face. He reaches up to brush them aside before his hand resumes its position on your ribcage, running around to hold your breast. When you moan and tip your head back again, he changes his mind and slips his hand under you to strum your clit, better than you had. He leans in, hand lingering between your shoulder blades to steady himself so he can kiss your cheek. Sitting back up, he left his hand at your back to hold himself up. You bunch the sheets in your fists, toes curled as he spreads his knees to further spread your own legs, hands sprawling under you to rub across your belly. When you begin to pant and the sheet is pulled from the corner of your bed, Tom pauses his pounding to draw back, flopping down beside you,

“I want you to finish me off. It’s my birthday and I’m doin all the work.” You tsk as he holds his arms up and waits for you to crawl over him, licking his lips when you’re positioned just over his hard, glistening shaft, his tip catching on your clit as his cock swipes through your folds. Before it escapes, you reach back and slide it up into you, your own head falling back. He’s now the perfect fit, having stretched you out and worked it in repeatedly. His eyes flutter shut and his breath hitches, hands placed at your sides to hold you steady while you find the place he rests comfortably inside you. You reach up, Tom’s eyes following as you hold the headboard in your hand, the bed beneath him creaking at the shift. You share a laugh before you start to move, his cock filling you over and over again in the most delicious ways. Before too long, your thighs meet Tom’s in harsh slaps again. He grunts, bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he runs his hands up your sides,

“So fucking sexy. How the hell was I blessed with a goddess?” You bite your own lip, staring down at him,

“How did I end up with the cheesiest man on this planet?” He places his feet on the bed, reaching down to hold your ass as you rock back against him. The motion has your hands shifting from the headboard to his chest, spread across his pecs. His eyes wander your arms before finding your face again. He bites into his lip hard, face scrunching at the pleasure coursing through his body,

“Fuck I love you. You’re so fucking perfect.” He growls, squeezing your butt in his large hands. While one hand keeps you stable on his chest, the other slips up to his cheek, caressing it,

“I love you more my little birthday boy.” When he juts his hips up, you gasp, nails digging into his chest. He hisses at the scratches, chewing his bottom lip as you rut back against him harder. He squeezes your ass, rearing back to swat at it,

“I’m gettin there baby. Go a little bit harder.” Pausing, you place a foot on the bed beside him. Pushing his legs down against the bed, you rest your hands on his thighs, bouncing on top of him, a noise leaving his lips and he reaches for your breasts,

“Fuck yeah, this is the view. God damn I’ve died and gone to heaven on my birthday. If you could see yourself…” He trails off, his shoulders raised from the bed to hold your breasts in both hands. He gives gentle squeezes each time pleasure runs through his veins, his tip meeting your sweet spot each time, giving him just as much pleasure as you receive. The position has allowed him to nuzzle his face between your breasts a number of times, and the image of each time he has runs through his mind, his cock twitching inside of you and a moan slipping from his lips. You bite your own lip,

“You better not be thinkin about another girl Holland.” You joke. He chuckles breathlessly, running his thumbs over your nipples,

“Never. Just thinkin about rubbin my face in between these perfect tits.” You giggle, glancing down at his hands,

“If you weren’t so lazy, you very well could sit your pretty ass up and shove those chubby little cheeks in between them.” He clicks his tongue, sitting up and wrapping an arm around your waist. Leaning in further, you giggle when his face is squished between your breasts, you reaching up to hold them around his head. You ruffle his hair when you feel his lips at your chest, squealing when he shakes his head. Resting back on one of his thighs, you moan, head falling back,

“Tommy… you feel so good.”

“Cum for the birthday boy, baby.” You shake your head,

“It’s your birthday. I gotta make you cum.”

“And I will when you do. Cum for me. That’s what I want for my birthday. Wanna watch you come undone. Wanna see that pretty little face you make when you cum and I keep going.” Humming, you pull his arms to wrap around you, holding his biceps as you nuzzle your face in his neck. He leans into your breasts again, sucking and nipping at the inner sides of them, grunting and growling as you work against him harder,

“Pretty… little… thing. Gonna make me cum inside this pretty little pussy for the first time.” You whimper, holding the hair at the back of his neck tight in your hands, ruffling the soft curls. Before too long, your head is falling back, mouth held open as your body convulses. Your legs shake, Tom’s arms staying locked around you, but his hands slipping to your thighs, fingertips pressed into your skin,

“That’s my good girl.” He purrs when you cry out, movements faltering as your orgasm takes over. You let out a breathy moan of his name as you cum, vision going dark. He groans in your ear, guiding you along to get himself there. When you’re not moving hard enough, he stands to his knees, laying you back against the foot of the bed and holding your ankles open. He pounds into you, pursing his lips as you whine and moan. He grunts, hips starting to falter as he nears his own release. Pressing his palms to the inside of your thighs, he grasps at the skin tight as he cums, warmth spreading throughout your body. He pauses, bottomed out, head falling back and a light hearted moan slipping through his thin lined lips. Once his orgasm has subsided, he releases your legs, humming as you draw him down by his arms,

“C'mere birthday boy.” Laying over you after drawing out, he rests most of his weight on top of you with a sigh,

“Much better.” You giggle, running your fingers through his hair. He hums again, closing his eyes. For a minute, you lay in silence, your fingers gently running across his scalp, lips pressed to his forehead every few seconds. When you rub his shoulders, he sighs,

“With all the filming, all the press tours and such, I can’t tell you how much I needed this. I appreciate you more than you’ll ever know.” You smile, leaning in to kiss the tip of his nose when he turns his head up to look up at you,

“I love you handsome. Happy birthday.” He smiles, himself, wrapping his arms around you tighter,

“Thank you. You’re the best gift I could ever ask for.” You kiss his forehead again, rubbing his shoulders softly. Resting your lips against his skin, you mind runs a mile a minute before it remembers something,

“Oh! I have something else for you!” Squirming to get him off you, he chuckles before sitting at the end of the bed. You stand, finding your underwear amongst the clothes on the floor. You slide them up your legs, Tom’s hands finding your hips,

“I think that’s enough clothing for you young lady.” He jokes in a deep voice. You giggle, placing your hands over his. Falling back into his lap, you hold his arms around you,

“You gotta get your boxers on baby. I have something for you.” He sighs before letting you stand and finding his boxers. Sliding them up his legs, he watches you pull your hair from the neck of his t-shirt before you glance over your shoulder at him. A wide smile covers your face as you hold your hand out which Tom gladly takes. You lead him down the hall, looking down at the stair where you were put on your knees earlier. He giggles, reaching up to wrap his arm around your shoulders. Leading him into the kitchen, you leave him standing at the island to pull a small cake from just inside the laundry room where he would never find it. He tsks as you set it before him, seeking out the candles from earlier that morning while he pulls the tape from the plastic, the smell of cream cheese wafting from inside it. He hums, watching you place the candles around the red lettering spelling out ‘Happy 23rd Birthday Tom’. Hopping up onto the counter, you pull the lighter from the drawer behind you before scooting closer and crossing your legs,  

“Your favorite, red velvet.” He smiles sweetly, watching you light the candles before you look up,

“I’ll save us both and just not sing. Make a wish my love.” He stares up at you for a moment before he smiles wider and licks his lips,

“I don’t have anything to wish for. I have everything I need right here.” Your own smile hurts your cheeks as he bows to blow the candles out. He waits for the smoke to waft from between you before he brushes the cake aside and pulls you closer to his warm body. You straddle the corner of the island, reaching up to hold Tom’s cheeks as he leans in to kiss you. His lips linger and he tastes like the faintest bit of alcohol and part of you. Running your fingers through his hair again, you cock your head,

“I love you so much. You’re the most amazing boyfriend ever. You’re the most selfless, kind hearted person in this world and I couldn’t ask for anyone better to want to spend the rest of my life with.” Tom’s smile widens, hands rested at your thighs. He nuzzles his nose against yours before standing back. Fishing two forks from a drawer, he hands you one,

“I dunno about you, but sex has starved me. What do you say we share some cake, and then we hop in the tub with some champagne and chill for the rest of the night. Just me and my girl as we celebrate the last few hours of my birthday.” You smile, taking the fork from him. Tom goes in for the back, you waiting for him to pull it off before following him and nodding as you take the piece of cake into your mouth,

“That sounds like a plan to me.” You eat cake in silence, your eyes meeting Tom’s every once in a while. Each time, you both smile and Tom can’t be happier. He really did land the most perfect, loving person, and he wouldn’t give you up for the world. He loves you more than anything and the idea of celebrating every birthday, yours, his, your future kids, is something that he doesn’t have to get used to. The idea of celebrating holidays and birthdays and anything else is what keeps him going. Because if you were his gift each and every year, he’d love it. Because he meant every word he said about you being the best blessing. He was truly blessed with the best when it came to you and despite all the teasing from Harrison and Tuwaine and his brothers, he was genuinely, madly in love with you, and he wouldn’t give you up even if his life depended on it. And another year older, it was still steady and true in his mind and heart.

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Tom Holland dating a Latina Pt. 3

Christmas edition 🎄

Holaaaaaaaaa. The audacity of coming here after months, I know but I’m 100% that bitch and I’m here anyway with a nice HC, if you’re nice with me you can have a proper fanfic later in New Year...maybe.

Two things first:

English isn’t my first lenguage (obs) you’ll probably (surely) find some spell mistakes, let me know.

I know it’s not Christmas anymore, that’s it, that’s my argument.

What do you mean this isn’t a Christmas gif? Well, find one that everyone haven’t used and send it to me, you criticona whore.

This is mostly Mexican bc I’m Mexican but if you could tell me typical things of your country so I can make it more inclusive, I’d be really grateful.

Thanks for read my mental breakdown, really appreciate it.

Say it louder for those in the back!

WE DON’T STAND STEREOTYPES.

bUT

Hehehehe

face it, Latin Christmas it’s like pretty relatable.

you weren’t nervous for take Tom to meet your family.

of course you weren’t.

you were in fuCKIN’ HELL.

ok, I’m exaggerating.

but your family can be...irregular, for a british boy who barely knows them.

This was the deal: you will spend Christmas with your family and New Year with his.

Stupid hermoso puppy eyes boy who can make you think everything he says is a good idea.

“It’s not to late to regret”

“We just landed”

you love your family more than anything.

even when they are so caotic.

and loud

and explosive

no one could blame you for preparing for the worst.

so, there you were, in la casa de la abuela.

“It’s not to late to regret”

“ Are you worry they don’t like me?”

“I’m worry they like you more than they like me”

he held your hand and all your worries fainted.

“K fine, chingue su madre” you said to yourself.

You finally get in.

5 seconds of solid silence, for a moment you thought you were in the wrong place.

It didn’t last to much.

Everybody SCREAMING

Hugs, handshakes, kisses everywhere, not knowing exactly who they come from.

He has to hold your hand hard so they won’t tear him apart from you.

Your family barely knows English, just basic words.

Your Tom barely knows Spanish, just basic words.

that gave you a safety zone where you can control the information.

“what did she said?”

“she asked if we are living together, say no”

“but we are”

“oh, I see, I didn’t want to buy that carpet and now you want to break my abuelita’s heart.”

“...No”

Your primos y sobrinos were so exciting running and trying to be with him, specially the little ones.

Bc omg he’s spIDERMAN.

he playing with all of them, looking so excited because they have Spiderman toys.

as usual you helped in the kitchen so you left him in la sala.

and of course.

*pretends not to be shocked*

your cousins and uncles were trying hard to put him drunk.

“Chúpele, mijo”

you saved him just in time, he started to feel dizzy.

the dinner is ready.

Even when Christmas is a big thing in England too, he never have seen this quantity of food.

not just the quantity, all types of colors, smells, textures, tastes.

and your mom doesn’t stop putting food on his plate

“No, mi amor, that’s spicey.”

*eats it anyway*

*pretends had to go to the bathroom*

*cames back with tears in his eyes*

“Told ya”

All your tías were fascinated with him.

i meAN

This was the very first time you don’t hear the:

“¿Y el novio, mija?”

everyone know his name but rather call him “El wero”

tom smiling the whole time, laughing even when he doesn’t understand what’s going on.

but he’s so happy, not just for being half drunk, he could finally know more about you

he’s exactly what you expect him to be and more

saying a soft “gracias” all the time

offering his help in every opportunity

holding your hand, back or shoulder

and giving you random forehead kisses at any chance

random pause to go cry

anyWAY

you took him away when they started to discuss something

he wasn’t ready for a family fight.

los terrenos del abuelo, los platos robados, quien puso más dinero, opiniones del aborto, the basics, you know.

you take him outside holding his hand and tell him a childhood memory that you have in that garden

he can’t takes his eyes of you, almost breathing.

“What?”

“nothing, just... you’re just the way I imagined you will be”

“Imagined what?”

“The love of my life”

Yep, that sound was my heart breaking

“Feliz Navidad, mi amor”

“Merry Christmas, my love”

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Tom Holland x Reader

Tom finds out some new things about how close you and your guy friends are. He gets jealous, rightfully so

»»——⍟——««A/n: this fic is, something

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Screw the ones who said you aren't able to have a healthy relationship with a guy and keep the same relationship with your previous guy friends. Screw them.

Screw their opinion.

Screw it all.

You have an amazing -and understanding- relationship with Tom. Nothing about you hanging with your old friends, who overall consist of males, has changed. You guys do this little thing called communication. It goes a long way.

You know what all those big mouth know it all's said? They said it couldn't happen. You'd have to pick. Boyfriend or boy friends. They don't mix. You can't just "hang" with them. Not co-inhabitable. What a load of bul-

"You ok, Love? You're starring." Your lovely boyfriend laughs lightly as he looks at you from the other side of the counter, a little embarrassed by your distant stare.

You snap out of your thoughts, blinking at him a few times before a smile grows on your lips. "Yup," you lean over the edge toward him, "I just love you so much." Before he can respond, you connect your lips in a slow kiss.

Tom pulls away and smiles. "Well, I love you too. But I gotta

get going. Harry had some stuff planned for later. We still on for dinner date?"

"Yeah, of course," you smile at him as he moves to give you one more kiss before slipping from the room.

Today is Saturday, and you and Tom would always have a date if neither of you had other plans. Whether it was going to dinner or just staying in to cuddle. You'd do it.

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On Sunday, you and Tom are deciding to meet at the mall with a group of friends. "Hey," Tom says, walking into the kitchen where you were standing. You'd both become comfortable with walking into each other's homes.

"Hi, Ready?"

Tom was about to answer yes, but when you turned to him, something stopped him from answering. Your shirt. Well, not your shirt. That's Xavier's shirt. Why are you wearing Xavier's shirt?

"Is that a new shirt?"

Tom saw Xavier about a week ago. He was wearing that same shirt, sure, you could've got a matching one, but wouldn't he have known? He would've seen it? Something?

"No," you shake your head, walking up to him, ready to go.

Tom had to remind himself. Communication. Don't try to brush it off. "Um, I just- I've seen- isn't that Xavier's shirt? I didn't know you wore his- someone else's but my clothes."

You shake your head. "Oh, no, it's not. We happen to get the same one," you shrug.

"Oh," Tom lets out a breath. "Oh, I see." He shakes his head and laughs at himself. "I'm sorry. I just thought- I don't know. You wearing his clothes it- like I said, you wearing not my clothes. I don't know. Never mind, let's get going." Tom shakes his head and shrugs, not really able to get his words out but not caring. It's not his shirt.

"I mean, I do, you know that," you nonchalantly say as you begin to walk past him toward the door.

Tom's brows quickly frown. "Wait, what?"

You turn back to him. "I wear his clothes. You knew that, didn't you?"

"No." Tom clenches his jaw. "I did not."

"Oh, my bad, I thought you did," you shrug.

Sure, Xavier is your best mate, but Tom is your boyfriend. He doesn't care about the many other things you do with him and the others, but his clothes too? That seems a little too close to the line.

"Y/n. I don't think- I know, I am not comfortable with you wearing his clothes," Tom says sternly, a look of anger crossing his features from the thought.

"Tom," you laugh lightly, "you can't be serious? Right?"

"I'm very serious. You do a lot with your friends and I understand they're like your family. But I do not think it proper to wear his clothes when I'm your boyfriend," he says, crossing his arms.

"Tom, baby, please listen to yourself. Hear what you're saying. You should at least understand I have a reason," you say, staying calm but a hint of sarcasm in your voice.

Tom huffs. "A reason? For wearing another man's clothes?"

You can't be mad. Tom just doesn't understand. You admit, you never explained, but you naturally thought he knew or noticed by now. But here he is, arms crossed with a look that you can tell he wants to seem angry, he wants you to know he's serious, but all you can see is the boyish pout.

He's jealous. With all the things he lets you do without problem. You can't be mad at a little jealousy. "Tom," you walk up to him, putting both your hands over his cheeks, "I wear all their clothes."

"What?"

You step back at his confusion. "It's not just him. I wear all their clothes and anything else. If that makes you feel better."

"It doesn't, not really."

"Ok...well, my reason might." A beat of silence said for you to continue. "They're my friends Tom. My brothers. I love them, so I have some of their clothes, and I wear them because when I do, I feel like they're with me. I feel like during some of the most important moments and times I wanna always remember, even if they're not there, it's like they are. That's why I wear their clothes."

"And you've always done this?"

"Yes," you let out a small breathy laugh.

"On our first date, I had on Remon's jacket. Last week, during our cuddle session I was wearing Jaden's shirt. I wear a lot of Remon's hoodies too. And if it's not clothes it's their rings or chains. Tonight, even though I have the shirt that's for Xavier, I'm wearing the shoes Drew and I picked out. And look," you pull out your phone, "we all literally have these matching phone cases."

"Well, I knew about that," Tom mumbles, not meeting your eye.

"Tommy, I promise there's no reason to be jealous. Sure, I wear their stuff, but I love, and look hottest, in yours," you smile.

"That's debatable," he says lowly.

You laugh and lean up to kiss him, wrapping your arms around his neck. "So, we good?"

He nods after a moment. "It'll take some getting used to, but yeah, I guess."

"If it bothers you that much, I can stop."

"It's important to you. I won't ask that."

"You're important to me too." He smiles, leaning his head against yours and savoring the moment between you both. "Plus, if I stop, then that just means I'll start taking them with us on our outings or anything we do.”

Masterlist

Ahem: @mcushvft @lnmp89 @laylasbunbunny @tomhollandfics

#tom holland fanfiction #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland oneshot #tom holland angst #tom holland x fem #tom holland #tom holland x black!reader #Tom holland x poc!reader

[thirsttrapholland]

Title:  The Ikea Test

Pairing: Tom Holland x Black Reader

Summary: There are several major milestones that can make or break a new relationship.  But nothing, absolutely nothing, compares to the first time you try to put together a piece of Ikea furniture.

Warnings: None really.  Maybe some language.  Mostly just fluff.  A little suggestive at the end.  Reckless comma usage.

Word Count: 1296

 Hour One

You and Tom stood in silent disbelief wondering how so many parts could have come out of what was such a relatively small box.

Tom was trying to play it cool, but you had no problem admitting that the two of you might have bitten off more than you could chew. “Maybe I should hire one of those handyman services to put this together.”

“Absolutely unnecessary.”

“Look at all these parts and screws.   The instruction manual doesn’t even have any words in it. I don’t know if we can do this.”

“Babe, this stuff is specifically designed for people to put together at home on their own.  I say we put on some music, crack open a couple of beers and we’ll knock this out in no time.”  Tom pulled you into a hug and laid a kiss against your temple.  “An hour or two.  Tops.”

 Hour Three 

You emerged from the kitchen balancing two plates and a couple of beers.  You had left Tom in charge of your project while you made the two of you a couple of sandwiches.  You came back and found him hammering on something that you were about ninety-nine percent sure shouldn’t have been hammered on.  “Where’s the instruction manual?”

Tom pointed to the corner where the manual laid upside down as though it had been thrown in frustration.  “We don’t need it.”

“And what’s all this?”  Several bags of nuts, screws and random things that you didn’t even know the names for, had been thrown back in the box.  “Shouldn’t we be using these?”

Tom took a bite of his sandwich before answering you. “It’s just a fact that they give you extra stuff.  Like suggested materials.  You don’t actually have to use everything they put in the box.”

“That doesn’t sound right to me.”

“Babe, just let me work alright? I’ve got this.” 

Hour Four

Tom sat slumped in defeat with his chin resting in the palm of his hand.  “Maybe I should give Harrison a call?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Why?”

“I feel like somehow between the two of you, not only would this thing not get put together, you’d manage to wreck something else.   No thanks.”

“That’s not fair. It’s not like we’re a couple of idiots just running around breaking things.”

“Need I refer you to the microwave incident?”

“It’s not right for you to keep bringing that up. We did buy you a new one.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Also, in our defense the container looked like it was microwave safe.  I know it said it wasn’t, but it definitely looked like it should have been.  And even so, how were we supposed to know it would explode?”

“I’m not getting into this with you again, Tom.”    

“Okay, okay.  No Haz.  What about Harry?”

You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing out loud.  “Boy, bye.  Harry is not coming over here for this.”

“You don’t know that.”

“You can text him if you want, but I can tell you right now he’s too smart to get in the middle of this mess.”

“I think I know my own brother a little better than you do,” Tom said while tapping away on his phone.  “There, I just asked him to come give us a hand.”

Tom’s phone dinged signaling a reply less than a minute later.  “What did he say?”

“He said, and this is a direct quote, ‘No way in hell’.”

“I’m not the type to say I told you so, but-” You shrugged your shoulders not even bothering to finish your sentence.

“Well you don’t have to look so smug about it.”

“No, actually I do.  Because I told you so.”

 Hour Five

“That’s not the same piece.”

“Yes, it is.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Babe, I need you to take your glasses off, give them a good wipe down then put them back on and take another look, because I don’t know how you’re not seeing that this” he said while shaking the L-shaped piece of wood in his hand, “Is that.”  He pointed to the instruction manual.  “And it goes there.” As he gestured vaguely to the right of the lopsided monstrosity the two of you had created.

“You call me babe one more time and I can guarantee you that one of us is leaving here in a body bag, Thomas.”

“Oh, that’s real mature.”

Without saying another word, you stood up and began walking towards your bedroom.

“Where are you going?”

“You obviously know what you’re doing and you don’t want to listen to a word I have to say, so finish it yourself.”

“You’re just gonna walk away and leave me with this?”

“Do whatever you want to do, Tom.   I’m going to take a nap.”  You turned on your heel, marched into your room and slammed the door hard enough to make the knick knacks on your shelves shake.

Hour Seven

You awoke with a crook in your neck.  You quietly opened your bedroom door and peeked out into the living room.  You don’t know what you were expecting to find but Tom still sitting in the middle of the floor with several empty beer bottles spread out around him certainly wasn’t it.  He had raked his hands through his hair so many times that it was standing on end, lending him a sort of ‘mad scientist bested by his creation’ look.

The broken look on his face as he directed his gaze back and forth from the instruction manual to all the unused parts that were still laying around dissipated any irritation you might have still been feeling. Also, there was nothing quite like a two hour angry nap to help you gain some perspective.

You and Tom had survived meeting each others’ friends and family.  You had traveled long distances together.  You had even had an, oopsy that condom definitely just broke, moment.  All potential relationship killers and you had conquered them all.  You would be damned if you’d let yourselves be outdone by an entertainment center from Ikea.  

You walked into the living room, sat down beside him and gently removed the screwdriver from his hand.  “Tom, stop.”

“But I’ve almost got it.”

All the unused parts and various screws strewn across your living room floor were telling a much different story.   “Baby, first thing Monday morning I’m going to call somebody to come and put this thing together for me.”

“I really wanted us to do this together.  What does it say about us if we can’t put together a stupid piece of furniture without arguing?”

“It says that the people at Ikea are sadists and this really isn’t that important.”  You took Tom’s face in your hands and turned his head towards you until he was looking you in the eyes.  “So far we’ve come together on the things that really matter, haven’t we?”

“Yeah.”

“This is nothing.   And I refuse to spend one more second antagonizing each other over nothing, alright?”

“You’re right.”  Tom leaned back on the floor, pulling you down beside him.  “Besides, there are much better ways for us to be spending our Saturday night.”

“I can’t argue with that.”  You snaked your hand down his chest, letting your fingers wander underneath the waistband of his sweats.  “No boxers, Mr. Holland?  You shameless hussy.”

“You’re the one that just stuck your hand down the front of my pants.  I think we’re both shameless hussies.”

“Finally, something we can agree on.”

#tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland x black reader #tom holland x poc reader #tom holland imagine

[pocsforparker-blog]

💘 tom holland + mixed black reader going to disney world headcanon please?

- Disney World was a big deal for the two of you- You’d been planning it for months and although he’d deny it, Tommy was the most excited out of the two of you- You were staying on the Animal Kingdom Grounds and that part made you so excited because that was your favourite part - Tom would pack water bottles galore because - “Can’t have my baby dehydrated now can we?” - Washing your hair in the morning seemed like a good idea because it was hot so it would dry faster and you could just pull it up into a bun - But that just frizzed the hell out of your hair tbh but, at this point you’ve already walked out the house and started your day - Tom would wanna hold your hand all day long tbh and you didn’t mind, your caramel skin contrasted nicely with his and that made you smile - Baby boy would wanna take soooo many pictures tbh - Especially when you went to Pandora, omfg he’d want pictures everywhere - “I want to be an avatar babe” - And damn did he get his wish- An hour (thanks to fast pass) in line and you got to go on the 4D experience of Pandora and Tom got his own avatar in the gift shop - He’d try to start an Instagram live during the light show but would have a hard time turning it off and on because our poor baby is so bad at that - “I need help I don’t know what I’m doing” - Laughing your ass off because he’s just making a bunch of short ig lives - Having fans come and ask for pictures with both of you - One of the fans asking what your hair routine is and having to explain a long detailed routine in less than five minutes - Dinner back at the hotel and a nice hot bath to end a truly day

I hope you liked it 💖* Mod Sefara

#Tom fluff #Tom hc #Tom x POC #Tom x biracial reader #tom holland fluff #Tom Holland #Tom Holland x POC Reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland x black!reader #tom holland fanfiction

[zophora]

Moodboard Request💕 Tom Holland x Middle Eastern reader Requested by: @sireennotsiren Masterlist

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland moodboard #tom holland x poc reader #tom holland x woc #poc #poc moodboard #pocofmarvel

[fenderenderender]

stop making (y/n) DISTINCTLY white, emphasis on the ‘H’.

whenever i read reader insert fanfics and i see (y/n) but also “my porcelain skin” “my blue eyes”, basically aryan, i sit and wonder what is running through most writers minds. because i know my BLACK mom and INDIAN dad didn’t create a white child.

if it’s an oc what’s wrong with it being a poc, it might shock people to know that not everyone’s type is caucasian. how can you have blm in your bio but also show zero representation towards literally any race other than your own kinda makes me feel ✨sick✨

can i not read a cute fluffy black reader fic about chris evans. LET ME show him what plantain is. LET HIM put product in my hair. LET ME teach him how to make some sexy seasoned chicken with amazing well cooked rice. could you imagine reading a fic where poc reader is famous and well respected, THE SHOCK I WOULD EXPERIENCE IF I READ THAT, but for some reason people can’t fathom the fact they could write that unless they’ve been asked by someone.

I COULD SCREAM

if i don’t start seeing more (y/h/c) or (y/e/c) more i might go crazy. WHY DONT WE START WITH ACTUALLY WRITING MORE POC READER FICS.

even on tiktok that whole trend white girls started with the finger point acting as if they created it no darling you watched some movies with token black female characters in them and took it to tiktok as if you invented something.

p.s. i ran out of tags but let’s not forget there’s also #x you. can you believe that. some tags have x you. as in the person reading it.

#didn’t realise i was white #if you’re not a poc fair enough but some of us actually are?? #where’s the representation?? #WOC #POC #also don’t stereotype #we’re just like you but we don’t discriminate #do you not know what x reader means #marvel #stranger things #dcmultiverse #harry potter #chris evans x reader #henry cavill x reader #jake gyllenhaal x reader #have you noticed the x reader part of the tag #tom hiddleston x reader #tom holland x reader #sebastian stan x reader #also let me decide my footwear because i’m not leaving my house in uggs #harry styles x reader #timothee chalamet x reader #george mackay x reader #eddie munson x reader #chris hemsworth x reader #ofc are white majority of the time

[saturnville]

slowed, I.

a/n: this is a old fic i kinda abandoned but it’s back and restructured to be catered to spideyboy lmao.

pairing: peter parker x black!reader (leora)

warning: fluff :)

divider by @firefly-graphics !

A hilltop. A large monument of land shaped like the stupid parabolas etched onto their papers in math class. It was grassy and decorated with various plants coming in a variety of different colors. A blanket. The typical red and white checkered blanket reserved a seat just for them. No other dared to swipe in and take claim the territory for themselves. Then, a basket. A brown basket filled with goodies—both healthy and unhealthy—that she adored. And it was all illuminated but the setting sun.

The butterflies within her stomach had broke free from the cage they were bound in and fluttered happily, as they had finally been granted the liberty they desired.

Peter watched as her petite hands flew to cover her mouth. His insides rumbled with discomfort as he thought he had done something wrong.

"Leo?" his voice trembled just slightly as the nervousness coursing through his veins increased by the millisecond.

Her emotions had overcome her and she couldn't help but blink away tears that formed along her waterline. No one had gone out of their way to do something so simple, yet so meaningful to express their adoration for her. It meant a lot more to her than words would ever be able to describe.

Peter’s eyes widened and he stepped towards her. "Did I do something wrong? Do you not like it? We can do something else—"

His anxious rambling was silenced by her soft lips pressed against his cheek. His jaw fell slack and the temperature of his body exceeded its equilibrium immediately.

"It's perfect, Peter,” she said, a flustered smile plastered on her lips. "Thank you." She pulled away from him and watched as he sighed in relief. She giggled.

She held her hand out, and his calloused hand engulfed her smaller one. Peter smiled at her, that smile that had girls on their knees for him in a heartbeat. It was so beautiful and vibrant. Gosh, she just wanted to feel his lips on hers. And his eyes, the way they twinkled in the light did something to her.

Tremors shot down her spine and she turned away from him so he couldn't see the flustered look upon her face.

The duo sat upon the checkered blanket and just admired one another in silence. No words were needed to allow one another to know that what they were feeling right now was a mutual definition of love.

tags; @neeville @melaninhawtie

#original character #interracial #peter parker imagine #peter parker x black!reader #peter parker x poc!reader #peter x leo #black!reader #peter parker #tom holland #marvel #spiderman

[whew-oh-em-gee]

Y'all really just out there forgetting that my cheeks, along with A LOT of other people's cheeks, physically cannot flush red, aren't ya?

#like- #please make it make sense #EGGSPLAIN #why is it 'x reader' when I'M the reader and MY cheeks cannot flush red #or am i just overreacting? #...just let me know what you think #because i feel like POC are really getting the short end of the stick when it comes to reader insert fics #chris evans x reader #harry styles x reader #henry cavill x reader #tom holland x reader #charlie hunnam x reader #sebastian stan x reader #tom hiddleston x reader #x reader