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tomxxtc · 6 months
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Fragile Bonds
peter parker(tom holland) x male!stark reader
❦ Summary: As Peter Parker and M/N Stark's lives intertwine, they find themselves facing the complexities of their unique relationship. Fueled by angst and uncertainty, their connection is put to the test. However, amidst the turmoil, they discover the strength of their bond and the power of love that can mend even the deepest wounds.
❦ Wc: 568 words
❦ Genre: angst/comfort
❦ Warning: set after endgame, peter and reader miss tony, peter and reader arguing, tony is dead, angst with happy ending, author native language is not English, sorry if there's any mistake.
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bond
/bɒnd/
noun
plural noun: bonds
a relationship between people or groups based on shared feelings, interests, or experiences.
Peter Parker and M/N Stark had always been an unlikely pair, drawn together by the enigmatic Tony Stark who was once both Peter's mentor and M/N's father. After Tony's passing, the two young men found solace in each other's company, seeking comfort in the shared pain of loss.
At first, their friendship was hesitant, clouded by a sea of unresolved emotions. Peter often felt like he was living in Tony's shadow, while M/N grappled with the weight of the Stark legacy. As they spent more time together, their mutual admiration for Tony gave rise to a fragile connection.
But beneath the surface, there was an unspoken tension. Peter feared that he could never live up to the expectations of being Tony's protégé, while M/N struggled with the pressure of his father's legacy, uncertain of where he fit in the grand narrative of the Stark family.
One evening, the burden became too much to bear. They found themselves arguing, their emotions simmering like a storm about to break. "You don't understand, Peter!" M/N exclaimed, frustration lacing his words. "You never had to be in his shadow like I did. You were his chosen one!"
Peter's heart sank at the pain in M/N's eyes. "M/N, I never asked for any of this. Tony was like a father to me too, but that doesn't mean I wanted his legacy thrust upon me. I just wanted to help people, just like you."
The words hung heavy in the air, a poignant reminder of the complexities they faced. The vulnerability in M/N's eyes made Peter realize that they were both struggling to find their place in a world that felt both empty and overwhelming without Tony.
In the days that followed, they kept their distance, nursing their wounds in silence. The absence of each other's company only deepened the void they felt. But then, a chance encounter brought them back together. It was a quiet night, and they found themselves standing by the edge of the Stark Tower's rooftop, looking out at the city below.
"I miss him, Peter," M/N admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I miss him so much, and it hurts."
"I know," Peter replied, his own voice tinged with sadness. "I miss him too."
And in that moment of shared pain, their walls began to crumble. They leaned on each other, finding comfort in their mutual grief. Their friendship rekindled, stronger than before, as they embraced the memories of Tony together.
As the days turned into weeks, they navigated the complexities of their relationship with newfound understanding and empathy. They had both lost someone they loved, and in each other, they found a connection that transcended the boundaries of friendship.
Late one night, when the city was asleep, Peter took a deep breath and mustered the courage to tell M/N how he felt. "M/N, I don't know where this will lead us, but I want you to know that I care about you. You mean a lot to me."
M/N looked into Peter's eyes, vulnerability etched across his features. "I care about you too, Peter. I'm just scared."
"We'll figure it out together," Peter said softly, taking M/N's hand in his. "We don't have to be alone in this."
And with that, they took their first steps towards something more significant than friendship—a love born from shared pain, nurtured by understanding, and fueled by the legacy of the man they both cherished.
In the embrace of the Stark Tower's rooftop, under the watchful stars, they found solace in each other's arms. The angst that once held them apart now became the catalyst for a love that would weather any storm. With Tony's memory as their guiding light, they embarked on a journey of healing, hope, and the power of love to conquer all.
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MASTERLIST
A problem happened with my old masterless and I had to make a new one
* = smut
The masterlist will be updated every two weeks
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MCU!PETER PARKER
Boxing lessons Stark!Reader
Tony asks Peter to gives you boxing lessons. Little did they know, you are not as defenseless as they thought
The forbidden Avenger Stark!Reader
It’s difficult to have alone time with Peter at the Avengers compound. When everyone goes away on a mission, you take invite Peter over and act on your feelings
I could never give you peace
Peter laments the lack of stability he can offer his lover and the danger his other identity puts her in (inspired by Peace by Taylor Swift)
I’ll always come back to you Stark!Reader
Peter returns after the blip
I’ll keep you safe Stark!Reader
You look out for Peter during the battle with Molten Man
Late nights sneaking in your bed Hogan!Reader
When Peter and May temporarily move in with you and Happy, you go against your dad’s rules and sneak Peter into your room at night
Maybe this trip wasn’t so bad
You and Peter sneak out for a date during the Europe trip
My baby’s fit like a daydream
Peter gets a new body from training with the Avengers. You like it - a lot
My friends gets annoyed by how much I talk about you
You talk about Peter to your friends a little too much
Now I wake up by your side
You found your way back to Peter after the memory spell
Spider kiss
Peter surprised you at your window
Uncharted territories *
You and Peter explore each other’s bodies while May is out
Want some help? *
Peter gets a little excited after training. You offer your help
What am I supposed to do if there’s no you
May dies. You find Peter on the school’s roof and comfort him
Wherever you stray, I follow
Happy go get Peter in the Netherlands and you play nurse
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TOM HOLLAND
King of my heart (multi-part) Co-Star!Reader
You get the role of MJ for the new Spiderman movie…aka, the classic trope of co-stars falling for each other
King of social media
Tom makes a mistake and post a private video on his Instagram Story
Puppy pictures
You accidentally send Tom NSFW pictures while he’s at work
Surprise Spider!
You surprise Tom at a convention and dress up as Black Cat
That’s my man
Tom flashes his pants-less bottom half on live TV
Tom’s new girl
Tom has a surprise for you when you come home
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JESS MARIANO
Do you want to build a snowman?
You convince Jess to partake in Stars Hollow winter festival activities
Follow your heart
You pay Jess a visit after Luke puts him on a bus to New York. A few weeks later, it’s Jess’ turn to visit you
Guiding Star
Jess gets a tattoo
I’d marry you with paper rings
From the day you met to your wedding day (inspired by Paper Rings by Taylor Swift)
Night visitor
Jess pays you a little visit in the middle of the night
Prom?
Jess tells you he won’t be graduating…but he still goes to prom
Silent breakup | part 1 | part 2
Part 1: Jess breaks up with you by leaving town
Part 2: Your boyfriend of three years get down on one knee, but there’s someone else on your mind
Part 3:  After some thinking, you drive up to Philadelphia to see Jess
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STILES STILINSKI
A dream within a dream
Stiles has a nightmare
A weekend in Quantico
You surprise Stiles and visit him in Quantico
An easy nightmare remedy
Stiles still has nightmares after the Nogitsune possess him. You offer your help
I only bought this dress so you could take it off
You confess your feelings to Stiles
My MVP
You come to Stiles’ game…and they lose
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RAFE CAMERON
He should’ve been here
Rafe doesn’t show up on your birthday
My best friend’s brother (multi-part) *
You go on a boat trip with the Camerons…and get a little more than what you came for
Summer loving
You and rafe have a summer fling. You get attached
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JJ MAYBANK
Don’t die on me
You and JJ fight against the captain. JJ falls over and almost dies
Father, dear father
JJ always sees his dad when he least expects it
Hot tempered, but loyal
JJ got fired from his job (set after the scene we got on ig)
I don’t want perfect
You get a new boyfriend, the perfect boyfriend. But you don’t want perfect
Simp
JJ is in love and the Pogues like to tease him
They’re alive
The Pogues gets a message from an unknown number: John B and Sarah are alive
The yard boy | Part one | Part two | Part three | Part four | Part five | Part six (coming soon)
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DAEMON TARGARYEN
His wife’s bed *
Illicit affair *
A Song of heart and blood (multi-part) *
After an horrible prophetical dream, you find yourself traveling through time to try and save your sister, Daenerys, from her fatal ascension to the Iron Throne. During your mission, your heart derives you from your duty and you fall in love with your ancestor
Taking care of my dragon
After getting his pride hurt at the tourney, Daemon needs help to calm down and unwind
Warm me up
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AEMOND TARGARYEN
Bigger than the whole sky
TW: Miscarriage
False god *
Naughty dreams | Jacaerys twin!Reader *
Midnight rain
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JON SNOW
I’ll keep your bed warm
Need a hand?
What happens in the cave, stays in the cave |  Jeor Mormont daughter!Reader *
You and Jon spend the night in a cave
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XAVIER THORPE
The devil’s bite Addams!Reader
The night of the final battle, you get hurt by the hyde
I don’t want you like a best friend
You and Xavier have been best friends for a while, but you don’t want to be just friends anymore. Come the Rave’n dance, you decide to tell him
Jealousy, jealousy
Murder Mittens
Nightshades library *
Outreach day | Normie!Reader
Post Poe Cup
Sorry, wrong number | Xavier x Reader x Ajax *
After sending a nude to the wrong contact (your mistake), you and Xavier invite Ajax for one night
Wrong suspect
Because of Wednesday, everyone believes Xavier is the monster. Everyone except you.
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AJAX PETROPOLUS
7 Minutes in heaven 
Poe Cup distractions *
First time 
Makeup
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waratah-moon · 1 year
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Masterlist
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Requests are ✨OPEN✨
STRANGER THINGS
EDDIE MUNSON Fics linked under AUs are in correct timeline order (not super important but im pedantic)
!Reader/AU aesthetics
Henderson!Reader Roll for Persuasion ♡ wc 7k Roll for Deception (coming soon)
Dad!Eddie (read more blurbs and works here) - Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic (coming soon) - Grocery Store - Gremlin wc 5.1k / bonus smutty drabble ♡ - I Think We're Alone Now wc 3.7k ♡ Gremlin add on - Swear Jar - Wanna have sex? wc 2.5k ♡
Cheerleader!reader (read all works here) - Stay the night? - Can you come and get me? - Don't kink shame me ♡ - White Lace, Dark Denim wc 2.8k ♡ - Can I stay over tonight? - Have you seen my jacket? - You're lucky you're hot
Modern!Eddie - Super Like / part 2 / part 3 - Am I your lockscreen?
Rockstar!Eddie x Famous!Reader - I'm gonna marry you one day - You're an idiot NEW! - America's Sweetheart ♡ - untitled* ♡
You're adorable when you ramble (Eddie x tutor!reader)
STEVE HARRINGTON Christmas Eve (Dad!Steve) Idiot in Love (Co-worker!Steve) Super Like (Modern!Steve SMAU) Well this is awkward (different Co-worker!Steve) Untitled* (Ex!Nurse!Steve)
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CELEBRITIES / RPF
JOSEPH QUINN Untitled two parter* (Best friend!Joe) In the middle of the night (Co-star!Joe) My mum asked about you again (Ex!Joe)
Young Rhaenyra (HOTD x reader SMAU) Black Cat and The Dragon (Matt Smith x famous!reader SMAU)
Early Christmas Present (Tom Holland x reader) Stan Behaviour (Tom Holland x famous!reader)
Also writing for Joe Keery
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join my tag list / find me on ao3 / old masterlist
*in the drafts, coming soon ♡ smut blurbs/drabbles in italics <2k
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positivelyholland · 2 years
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Maybe can you do a Hollandsister when she faints at school and she has to be picked up
Pairing: Tom holland x sister!reader
Genre: hurt/comfort
Warnings: passing out, hospitals, not proofread
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Tom was frantically running around his house like a mad person trying to find everything he needed so he could leave.
"Woah whats got you so stressed" harry teased as he walked into the kitchen where Tom had been digging for his car keys.
"Y/n's school just called" Tom talked as though he had absolutely no care for the conversation, as he was too stressed to even bother.
Harry's face dropped a little, although he still needed to know what was going on with his siblings.
"What's that supposed to mean?" his voice sounded a lot more serious compared to his previous statement.
"The school nurse called" Tom still was way too distracted by trying to get out the door than to talk to harry.
Harry became increasingly more worried at those words.
"Dude you need to calm down... now what's going on with y/n im starting to freak out almost as much as you are"
Although Harry was nervous, he felt like he needed to calm Tom down otherwise something bad was bound to happen.
"Y/n passed out in class. They can't wake her up. They're taking her to the ER. Mom and Dad didn't pick up either of their phones. Im her emergency contact. I need to be at the hospital asap for her." Tom said with short breaths.
Harry could see the signs of a beginning of a panic attack in Tom, and immediately dropped everything he was doing to help both of his siblings that needed him.
"How about you go get in the car and I'll drive us both there safely..." harry told Tom in hopes to calm him down.
Harry paused "she'll be okay Tom, she'll be just fine."
The usually 20 minute drive to the hospital was made in half the time, and Toms nerves for his sister had not calmed down almost at all.
Once they arrived, Harry dropped Tom off at the entrance before quickly finding a place to park. Tom practically sprinted into the hospital and to the front desk. He definitely received some judging glares while doing so, although he couldn't care less.
Once he found out what room you were in, he practically booked it there. As he approached the door, he let out a shaky breath before gently knocking.
The second Tom heard a weak "come in" that was very obviously your voice, he couldn't help but feel anything but relieved that you had woken up.
He opened the door to see you laying in a hospital bed with a bunch of tubes hooked up to you, and looking more pale than he had ever seen you. He swore he could hear his heart break at the sight of his baby sister like this.
"Oh y/n" was all he said before running to your side and engulfing you into a warm hug, one of which the two of you stayed in until you heard a knock at the door and a deep male voice that belonged to the doctor.
"Ah I see that you're doing better Ms Holland. And who might this be" the doctor gestured to Tom.
"I'm Tom, y/n's oldest brother and emergency contact" he explained.
"Well nice to meet you, Tom. I'm Dr Jones, and I come bearing good news" he joked.
Tom audibly sighed in relief at those few words.
Dr Jones continued "After performing numerous tests, we have found the cause of the fainting"
Tom straightened up in his seat as his anxiety of the unknown about his little sister returned.
The doctor noticed this. "Don't worry, it was nothing serious other than dehydration and a lack of certain nutrients. We're only gonna keep you here for a few more hours, and when we send you home we'll do so with some vitamins that you should be taking daily in order to prevent this from happening again..."
The doctor continued giving instructions to Tom, and as he finished explaining what exaclty had happened, the door swung open again to reveal an ever so worried Dom Holland, who seemed like she had gone through the exact same thing that Tom had when he first got the call.
Although their mother was probably 10 times more worried when she walked through the same door 5 minutes later.
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Dazed eyes
https://archiveofourown.org/works/54026773 by abbie_brianna Peter falls asleep in the lab, feeling sick and miserable. Luckily, Tony was there to nurse him back to health   AKA A reason for me to write fluff :P   Request sent in to my tumblr: Irondad4life Words: 1274, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Ned Leeds, Happy Hogan Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Happy Hogan & Peter Parker, Ned Leeds & Peter Parker Additional Tags: Sick Peter Parker, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Mentioned Uncle Ben Parker (Marvel), Tony Stark is Good With Kids, Soft Tony Stark, Fever, Hallucinations, Hurt/Comfort, Tony Stark Loves Peter Parker, Sickfic, Tired Peter Parker read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/54026773
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hollandsangel · 2 years
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hi! would you be open to writing dad!tom where he takes his daughter to get a vaccine and she’s really scared and he comforts her and super fluffy and adorable? if not that’s totally okay!
i want off the rails here...bare with me. warnings: mentions of needles.
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tom is panicking a little bit in the waiting room, his daughter playing happily with the toys splayed in the corner. 
“holland?” calls the nurse, and he quickly scrambles to his feet, “lilah, c’mon, baby,” the little girl turns, still fisting two letter blocks that tom has to pull from her hands. he heaves her up onto his hip but she wriggles out of his hold.
“walk,” she says, smiling when tom sets her down. she grips onto two of his fingers, waddling next her dad and jumping over the lines in the linoleum floor.
“are you ready, love?” he asks, lifting delilah onto the paper covered bench and tapping her little red shoes.
she nods once, then leans forward and pokes tom’s cheek, “daddy, why are you sad?” she asks, her little brows pulling together.
tom chuckles and boops the girls’ nose, “m’ not sad, sweet girl, just nervous,”
“nervous?” she repeats, the word slightly mispronounced in her sweet voice.
“so you’re not sad?” she looks down when she moves and the paper crinkles under her.
“not sad, lovie,”
“good,” she pokes along the bench, liking the sound the paper makes, “i don’t like when daddy sad,” she’s more focused now, and tom finds it in himself to smile down at his girl and her naiveness.
down the hall, your coworker comes to your office, “y/n? your 2:15 is here, room 4b,” you nod and push away from your desk, letting her hand you the clip board.
“thank you…oh, just her yearly set of shots, thanks, katie,”
katie nods and fixes her scub top, “no worries, and disclaimer, the dad? really hot,”
you just roll your eyes and draw the clip board into your chest, “don’t you have x-rays with whistler downstairs?”
she starts to walk away, toward the elevator, “just tell me if he’s hotter up close,” she wiggles her brows.
you shake your head and make your way to the room, mumbling to yourself when you come to fine he is hot, and his daughter is prescious.
“delilah?” you ask, and the man turns to you, still standing in front of his daughter.
“can you see say hi, sweetie?”
“hi!” she says enthusiastically, and your grin matches tom’s.
“hi there, i’m doctor y/l/n, and your dad?” you ask, to which tom holds out his hand.
“yeah, tom,” he nods, smiling at you. you will definitely be telling katie about this.
“did you bring her to get her shots last year?” you ask, turning to the counter to ready the doses.
“uh, yeah, and the year before, it’s uh, just me,” he rubs his daughter’s back as she fiddles with the hem of her dress.
“oh, well, hope to see you next year then,” you smile, flicking the needle before setting it down, “hi, delilah,” you lean down to meet her eye level, “my name is y/n, i’m gona give you a little poke okay?” she nods but doesn’t look up, “how old are you, sweetie?”
she looks at tom when you ask, and he nods, “i’m three,” she holds up three little fingers excitedly, and you can tell by her enthusiasm that tom is much more nervous than she is.
“wow, three? are you in preschool?” she shakes her head.
 “no, daddy’s on a break so i get to spend every day with him!” she tells you, her smile taking up most of her sweet little face.
you look over at tom, and he’s already smiling over at delilah before at you too, “you must be having a great time..okay, delilah, are you ready?”
she gets a bit quieter and you smile down at her sympathetically, “do you wanna hold your dad’s hand?” she nods, but you don’t miss her little pout.
tom steps forward and takes her hand, which she quickly clings to it, “will it hurt daddy?” she nearly whimpers, and your heart breaks.
“just a little bit, love, but only for a second, and i’ll be right here, okay?”
“okay,”
you clean off her shoulder with a cotton ball, and try to keep her distracted, “so what have you guys been doing while dad takes a break?” you aren’t sure what he’s breaking from, but she seems to be excited about it.
“we got ice cream yesterday,” she tells you, “and we’re gonna see grandma and grandpa tomorrow– owie!”
“i’m sorry, sweetheart,” you say, “keep your arm relaxed okay, give dad’s hand a squeeze… perfect, all done,” you rub her arm a bit before reaching over to the drawer and pulling out a little case, “here, do you wanna pick a band aid, one you can show grandma and grandpa when you see them,”
she leans over and points at a pink band-aid with little flowers on it, “this one,” she sniffles, unshead tears shining in her eyes.
“ooh, that’s a pretty one, here you go,” you grab it and peel the plastic away. tom watches you with his daughter fondly, thinking that it’s your job to be good with kids, but thinking there’s something about you that makes both him and delilah comfortable.
“you can have a candy too, if it’s alright with you?” you look up at tom, and he nods, smiling when his daughter does.
“alright, that’s everything for today, if she can come back next week for the other one, that would be best,” you tell him, writing on your clip board, “i hope to see you again soon, delilah,” you watch as she licks at her lollipop, flicking your eyes up at tom cautiously, “you too, tom,”
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alltoowelltom · 2 years
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out of the woods
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tom holland x reader
summary: you rush to tom's side after an accident and have to face the possibility of losing him
warnings: hospitals, mentions of car crash, mentions of death, cursing, angst, bit of fluff
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“Y/N? You need to come quick,” Harry whispers into his end of the phone. 
You shuffle into a sitting position, pulling the duvet cover closer to your body as your eyes adjust to the gloom of your bedroom. 
“What? Harry, it’s 2 AM, what’s happened?” you mumble, switching on the bedside lamp. 
Harry clears his throat, and his next sentence whispered into the phone sends a chill from the crown of your head to the tips of your toes. 
“Tom’s been in an accident.”
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The bleak hospital lights are blinding as you tear into the reception, zipping up a jacket over your pajamas as you come to a stop at the reception desk. 
“Hi, uh, I’m looking for my fiancé, his brother told me he’s been brought here? He’s been in a car crash and I need to see him, is he okay?” you burble, panic seeping into your words.
“Can I get his name, please?” asks the calm nurse behind the desk. 
“Tom. Tom Holland.”
You feel like screaming as she patiently types into the computer, fingernails tapping on the glass top as you wait for her directions. 
“Ah yes, Mr. Holland was brought in earlier tonight. Are you family?”
“I’m his fiancée,” you repeat. 
The nurse gives you a gentle smile as she turns back to the files she had been sorting. 
“I’m sorry, I can only divulge further information to family members.”
A frantic figure appears at your side, glaring at the nurse. 
“She is family,” says Harry, fiercely. 
You turn to him, giving him a quick hug as you take in his still shell-shocked face and curls sticking up in every direction, clearly having had a hand run through them many times in the last few hours. 
The nurse seems to take pity on you, turning back to the computer screen once more. 
“He’s just come out of the ICU. He’s in a serious condition, but we currently think he’s stable.”
Your eyes widen at her unruffled tone. 
“You think he’s stable?” you shriek. “Can someone in this damn hospital check please?”
“Ma’am I’m going to need you to lower your voice so as to not disrupt other patients,” says the nurse, frowning. 
Your hands start to shake with emotion, the panic over not knowing what’s happened to Tom mixed with anger at the indifference of the staff. 
“My fiancé is lying somewhere in this shitshow you call a hospital, HURT and not one person can tell me where he is, what’s happened, or if he’s going to die tonight?” you yell, as Harry stands motionless by your side, staring at a hideous painting of a sailboat. 
Just as the nurse opens her mouth to tell you off and ask you to calm down yet again, a voice behind you commands your attention. 
“Excuse me, miss?” calls a medical student who’s hovering in the doorway of an adjoining room. “He’s in here, you can go in and see him if you want.”
You nod, turning to glare at the first nurse who’s already turned back to her work. Harry waves you into the room first, backing away slowly. 
“You go in. I’m going to try and call Mum and Dad again.” he mumbles, fishing his phone out of his pocket and collapsing into a stiff gray chair. He’s clearly in a state of shock from being with Tom in the accident, but he seems to be doing okay for now. It’s Tom who needs you right now. 
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Tom lies in the hospital bed, eyes shut and hands by his sides. He would look almost peaceful if it weren’t for the cuts and scratches on his face and the multiple tubes connected to him in some shape or form. You lower yourself into the chair next to his bed, reaching out to gingerly rest your hand on top of his, avoiding the thin tube sticking out of it. 
“Hey,” you whisper, shivering at the silence your greeting is met with, only interrupted by the steady beeping of the machines. 
“You’re okay,” you whisper. “You’re okay, and I’m here, and everything’s going to be okay,” you add, maybe more for yourself than for Tom, the first tear slipping down your face and landing on the starchy hospital sheet.
“You need to wake up,” you say. “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” You clear your throat, choking back more tears. “I mean it, Tom. If you die, I’ll kill you.”
You’d stay there, whispering reassurances for as long as they’d let you but you notice Harry hovering in the doorway, probably wanting to ‘talk’ to Tom alone. You give Tom’s hand a gentle squeeze before taking a deep breath and standing up, giving Harry a quick one-armed hug as you pass him on your way out. 
“I’m going to go and see if I can get a coffee or something. Be back in ten.”
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“Family of Thomas Holland?” asks the doctor, eyes sweeping over you and Harry. You both shoot up in your chairs from where you’d been leaning against Tom on one side each. 
“Is there anyone else coming?” he adds, taking in that there’s only you and Harry with Tom. 
“Our parents are on their way back from Paris along with our youngest brother, and our other brother is coming as soon as he can get a flight.” answers Harry. “Can you tell us how he is?” 
Worry sweeps over his features at the doctor’s grave expression. 
“He’s stable. We’re out of the woods, don’t worry.” the doctor starts and you both visibly breathe a sigh of relief. “He had internal bleeds when he came in-”
“Oh my God,” you moan, gripping Tom’s hand tighter. 
“-and the surgeon struggled to get them under control but that’s no longer a concern. He has a broken rib-”
“Oh my God,”
“-and a broken ankle-”
“Oh my God,”
“-and he’s unconscious from the surgery he underwent, but we expect him to wake up in the next six hours.” the doctor finishes. “You can both stay as long as you want.”
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“Y/N? Wha- are you okay?” a groggy voice pulls you out of your dozing. 
You sit up quickly, rubbing your cheek where there’s no doubt an imprint of the hospital sheets where your head rested by Tom’s limp thigh. 
“Oh my God,” you whisper, hands coming up to cradle Tom’s sheepish looking face. “Am I okay? Tom, are you alright my darling?”
He gives you a small smile. 
“Guess crashing my car wasn’t the best idea, eh?” He tries to joke to lighten the gravity of the situation. 
You sniff back a few tears, still too soon to joke about it. 
“Tommy, I almost lost you tonight.”
He feebly squeezes your hand. 
“But you didn’t.” 
You take a deep breath, sitting down on the edge of the bed. 
“Tonight I got a glimpse of what it would feel like to lose you and I have to say, I really didn’t care for it. I don’t wanna ever get this close to you not being here again.”
“You won’t.”
You sniff. 
“Good. I’d like to go first, please.”
Tom frowns, mind still foggy and cloudy with confusion. 
“You’d like to go first?”
‘When it comes down to it, yes. We’ll be old and gray by that point and probably sick of each other, but when it comes down to it, I want to go first. In fact, I insist on going first.”
Tom nods slowly, placing his hand on top of yours and rubbing his thumb gently over the back of your hand. 
“Okay, lovie. You may go first.”
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akairawrites · 7 months
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★ ° . *. Master list ★ ° . * ★
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𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒂’𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒚
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Marvel
Spiderman
Andrew Garfield
Not Your Gwen Stacy → slow burn
Toby Maguire
Tom Holland
Miles Morales
The Color Violet → song based
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DC
Red hood
Jason Todd
Dissimulate → angst
I cared, I remembered → request/angst
His personal nurse → fluff
Born for conflict → enemies to lovers
Nightwing
Dick Grayson
Practice makes perfect → fluff
Headcanon → request/fluff
Barbie to my Ken → fluff
The truth → request/angst
Robin
Damian wayne
Curiosity Killed The Cat → enemies to lovers 
Cats Out The Bag → enemies to lovers
Dear Diary, → friends to lovers
Dear Diary pt2 → friends to lovers
Green Lantern
Hal jordan
Hal Jordan & The Star Sapphire → enemies to lovers 
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Request
Jason Todd
↳ I cared, I remembered → angst
Dick Grayson
↳ Headcanon → fluff
↳ The trust → angst
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holyfruitsnax · 2 years
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Hidden In Plain Sight
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Warnings: Cursing, Violence, Guns, Angst-ish?, Fluff, Smut (Later Chapters), Possible bad writing? Def not proofread.
Pairing: Mob!Tom Holland x Detective!Reader 
Summary: The Hollands have built their empire for years and now a young detective wants to take them down. In a world where Tom figured it would be kill or be killed, He’ll soon find that maybe, just maybe...She can be convinced.
Y/N: Your Name  Y/L/N: Your Last Name
  The sound of your gun clinking in its holster echoed throughout the room as your eyes scanned for any clues they could find. “Man, are we sure this is the right place? I mean... I trust your judgement y/l/n but...this place looks like it’s been abandoned for a while.” Hugh furrowed his brows shining his flashlight while gesturing to the ragged furniture and family photos seeming to be left behind. “That’s what they want us to think Greene.” You sighed giving your partner a glance before shining your light in another direction. “Called the landlord. This place was owned by a Mrs. Gertrude Lightwood.” you couldn’t help the concerned look on your face. “Sure, most of this is hers...but she’s been in a nursing home for years. Do you honestly think this is her mess?” you kicked a few old beer bottles around for emphasis. Hugh’s head dropped shaking a little, “No...No I suppose not...” His British accent thick with the same concern shown on your own face.
“You think it’s them?” Hugh leaned against the kitchen countertop, asking a question he knew the answer to.
“I know it is.”
  You’d only been a detective for a short amount of time, but you’d surely proven yourself with a knack for research. At the ripe age of 20, you’d solved your first case just about all on your own. The department paired you up with Hugh since the beginning of your career, now the slightly portly old man seemed like the only family you had since moving to London. The current case? Thought to be a band of misfit teens, turned out to be a link to one of the largest mafia’s London has to offer. The Hollands, their power is deep seeded in SouthWest London. No one dared to touch a part of their case, that is until now. Hugh figured you’d gone mad when you offered to take them head on, but he’d help none the less.
  “Well...Let’s get going before the sun comes up. No telling if or when they’ll come back.” The white haired man clapped a large hand upon your shoulder. “I could go for Greggs right about now.” He smiled wide making you smile in return. The two of you walked out of the old townhouse and heading into the car. “I think they know we’re onto them.” you stated while bucking up. Hugh nodded “Probably. You don’t keep up with something like this for so long if you aren’t good at hiding it. No one even knows what these people look like, only guesses.” He pointed out and took off towards their favorite breakfast place. “Hey..That’s not bad..” you smirked jotting down something on your little notepad using a cute pen with a duck at the top Hugh had gotten you a year ago. “What?” Hugh’s eyes darted over confused “Oh don’t start with this shi-”
“I’m just saying!” you laughed, pleased with his reaction. “What if they’re not hidden...or better yet.” you winked. “Hidden in plain sight?”
  “You’re due for the looney bin any day now y/n!” Hugh laughed parking in front of Greggs, you only chuckled and shrugged back. The little breakfast shop was full, but it is eight am on a Wednesday morning. your detective side was still in high gear, making sure to memorize every face you could since the stake out house hadn’t been very far away. Over at a table buried away in a corner sat a group of young men. A tall blonde with striking blue eyes, a shorter curly red head and a grumpy looking brunette. What a group. Hugh Ordered for you both, opting to chat with the cook rather than join your speculation. you took a seat at a table not too far but not too close to the group of men, scrolling through your phone to seem as though you were minding her business. That is until you locked eyes with a chestnut brown pair.
  “Psst!” a sharp kick to the shin pulled Tom from fiddling with the many golden rings adorning his fingers. “Ow! That hurt asshole.” Tom hissed reaching down to rub where Harry had abused him. “Cops.” Haz stated quietly as to not draw attention their way, which was always a difficult feat seeing that Tom ultimately looked like a mob boss. “We’re fine, just keep your cool. Try not to be an idiot and they’ll move along.” Tom hummed clasping his hands together so he could rest his chin atop his bruised knuckles. His eyes found you sat at a table playing on your phone, He couldn’t quite tell your age but, he knew you were young, around his age maybe? He didn’t recognize you though. Tom couldn’t help but swoon at the way your hair framed your tired face perfectly, eyes holding a bit of dark color beneath them. He must’ve been staring too long, seeing that your eyes flicked up just in time to meet his own. Boy was Tom enthralled, but the interaction was short lived as his brother and best friend tugged him out of the shop.
  “What was that about?” Hugh muffled out through a bite of his breakfast sandwich. “I....I don’t know..” you for once felt stuck so, you opted to eat your breakfast instead of talking. “Those boys sure did look flashy.” Hugh pointed over towards the table the group had previously been sat. You nodded giving a content hum “Maybe, but we can’t just jump to conclusions. Maybe they’re just rich.” Hugh snorted a little at your sudden halt on the whole ‘It could be anyone’ idea. “Why don’t we rest up, you give me a call if you catch anything new and I’ll do the same? Sound good?” He slapped his cap back atop his head crumpling up a food wrapper. “Good to me.” you confirmed standing up from your seat to say goodbye to Hugh before walking the short distance back to your apartment.
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  The day had gone by and shifted London into darkness, but lights and music still boomed on for the drinkers, dancers, and all of the above to enjoy. Tom would be one of them if he wasn’t getting his ass chewed out. “You mean to tell me after being told police were on their way to your hideout, you chose to go eat breakfast in the middle of fucking town?!” Dom yelled down at the three boys. “Yeah well we were hungr- I’m sorry.” Harry’s head hung in shame, Haz stood tall and calm whilst Tom’s face begin to turn red. “You’re the one who can’t handle his own fucking dirty work! It’s your guy we’re after, why didn’t you go and sit in an old run down house that smelled like mothballs for hours to watch some guy’s house? Oh RIGHT because you’re the boss of course!” He laughed deep in his chest. The rest of the family backed away but kept watching, Dom and Tom are like dynamite together it just takes one to be the match that strikes the others fuse.
  “Correct! I am the boss, so you will listen to me or you’ll suffer just the same as that man will when I get my hands on him.” Dom growled, gripping Tom by his white button up. “I can’t believe you’re the one I’m passing this shit down to..” He puffed letting Tom go due to Nikki’s pleas. Tom’s courage faltered at his father’s insult, it felt like a low blow. “Yeah...Whatever..” He huffed back fixing his jacket. Dom lit a cigar sitting next to his wife waiting for the explosion. “Now Tom, why don’t you take off your shoes and have a seat. You know your father didn’t mean that- He just gets that way.” She smiled patting the couch. Tom felt a heavy, sickly, almost guilty heat rise to his chest. He’d have to deal with that feeling the only way he knew how, to cover it up with something else. “You know what. I’m sick of being treated second hand by him, I’m sure everyone else does too!“ He seethed beginning to push insults towards Dom. Rage was like an illness to Tom, so easy to fall back to. Before Dom could shout anything back Tom grabbed the nearest lamp and tossed it against the wall with a loud crash. “I’m- I’M FUCKING GETTING OUT OF HERE, FUCK THIS HOUSE, AND FUCK YOU DOM” Tom shouted. He didn’t hear footsteps following him, so he didn’t look back.
  The thumping of his heart in his ears had been replaced by music with thick bass. Making his way into his family’s bar Tom found a table with ease. “Woahhhh...Rough night?” Skips, the main bar tender around the places laughed only to shut down the second he met Tom’s killer gaze. “I’ll just...Leave this here.” Skips practically yelped setting down a bottle of whiskey while he ran off to get a glass and ice. Tom popped the top off the bottle of expensive whiskey downing a few chugs before slamming it down on the table again. His outburst was starting to become hard not to notice but if you wanted to keep your eyes, you’d act like you didn’t even if you did.
  That is unless that someone is you. You’d found your way into the bar confident there would be evidence of anything from the Holland in there, it is their side of town after all. Deciding to blend in a bit and to purely have some fun you joined in on the dance floor scooting through the crowd trying to get to the bar. Suddenly a large man in a suit stood before you. “Uh..excuse me if I could just slip-” “My friend asked for you at his table.” The large man oddly enough was the sweetest person you’d met all night. “Uhm..” You turned your head in the direction the man pointed in and froze. The guy from Greggs this morning. “Thank you!” you smiled calmly, making your way over to the brunette. Your eyes couldn’t help but drop as he leaned forward and unbuttoned his shirt enough to expose his toned chest while sending you a smirk.
  “Hello Darling! I thought I recognized you~” Tom teased, obviously a bit buzzed from chugging whiskey. “Yeah, breakfast this morning..um. I didn’t catch your name however-” “Tom.” He spoke immediately taking two glasses pouring whiskey for them both and slid a coke your way. “Nice to meet you Tom, I’m not much of a drinker.” You cleared your throat a little. “Well for tonight, maybe you should?” He nodded pushing your glass closer towards you. Why the hell not? “Okay, Tom. What exactly..” “Your name Darling.” He smiled sipping at his own drink. “Y/n.” You swirled your cup around a little before drinking half of it to ease your nerves. Why was this guy messing with your nerves? “Pretty~” Tom’s voice deepened and his eyes darked while raking over your figure. You’d chosen a tight red dress that showed just enough cleavage for most, but not enough for Tom
  Tom watched as you finished your first drink and drank a little coke while he poured you both another. Thirty minutes became an hour, an hour became two and before you knew it you and Tom were on the dancefloor together. His firm hands gripped tightly at your hips keeping you close in the dancing crowd as the two of you grinded together. “You’re fun!” You drunkenly laughed wrapping your arms around Tom’s neck. “That’s what I like to hear Darling!” He grinned dipping his head down so his nose brushed yours. Your mouth fell open slightly and everything seemed to slow down. What were you doing. “There is of course...” Tom slid a hand up your body grabbing your chin with his thumb and index finger, the cooling effect of his rings against your warm skin made you shiver. “Something else I’d love to hear you say as well.” He tisked leading you towards the back of the bar. “And what’s that?” You raise a brow, tilting your head making Tom pull his bottom lip between his teeth. The next thing you knew you were in a private area and Tom pulled two red curtains shut before turning back to face you. “Daddy.”
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apolloanddaphnis · 11 months
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Speaking in Tongues
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Synopsis: Timothée is enamored with a woman he has never met, now will he get the chance?
Warnings: Description of body and sexual fantasy. Not proofread.
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Timothée's POV
November 2021
I couldn't believe someone was holding a premiere at Houdini's mansion.
Hollywood never ceases to amaze me, I know being a New Yorker everyone expects me to rag on L.A. but I gotta say, I absolutely love this glittery wilderness. Everyone is free here, weirdness doesn't exist, it's the regular, and there was a little European liberation here.
I was invited to the premiere of James Franco's remake on the 80s cult classic Spellbinder, his was called Spellbound, and it starred my good friend Tom Holland as the straight edge, white collar L.A. attorney, Matt Hayes, Austin Butler played the seemingly good but betraying warlock friend, Dan Clayton, and playing the evil seducing lead on the cover Miranda Every, was my current obsession, Minka Farrah.
I remember seeing her for the first time.It was two years ago at Lily's, we put on a movie before getting intimate, she was the one who raved about this young edgy actress who only does indies, with no connection into the entertainment business at all. The movie was Poison, Joel Schumacher's thriller rendition of Snow White. Set in the New York 90s supermodel scene, Minka plays Nieve Bianco, who's a rising star in the modeling world. Her unique beauty and large breasts bring controversy in the current trend of heroin chic, it shows Nieve struggling with body image and battling bulimia, Lily told me Minka had to lose 90 pounds for the film and she said it messed with her mental state badly since her usual body is curvy. I felt protective of her when hearing that, and wanted to have at it with the director even though his intention was to expose the dangers of the modeling world. Minka's character Nieve, had a rival two years older, Reina Reyes, played by Ana de Armas,  who Nieve usurped as the supermodel of the world. Nieve even caught the eye and heart of Reina's ex girlfriend who left Reina because she was too obsessed with her vanity and career, a butch fashion photographer, Schuyler "Sky" van Axel played by Ruby Rose. So obsessed with her rivalry with Nieve, Reina throughout the movie tries to kill Nieve in different ways but makes it convincingly look like it's one of Nieves many stalkers, even going as far as to give them a name, Malcolm McQueen. Sending pictures of Nieve of circled parts of her body claiming she has gained weight asking why she's turning into a porker, Nieve takes diet pills from Japan, her bulimia gets worse, Reina swapped Nieve's diet pills out with party drugs and fentanyl, Nieve even overdoses and Sky is afraid Nieve has a drug problem as well as an eating disorder, Nieve feel convinced she has a drug problem too but is doing to well in her career to leave for rehab so Sky promises to help her, thinking it's brought on by her stalker. Nieve is followed him one night from a party by one of the photographers, he tries to rape and stab her but he stops and sobs saying she's always been the only model who has been nice to him, Confessing that he's been having money problems due to his drug abuse, and Reina offered him a half a million to kill Nieve and make it look like she was raped and murdered by the made up stalker, he tells Nieve everything. Nieve is so afraid but she doesn't think anyone will believe her, she no longer cares about her career, she checks herself into a mental hospital thinking she will be safe there and if she gives up Sky and her career she will be safe from Reina. But her fans send her letters and praise, the designers donate the proceeds to foundations for eating disorders in Nieves name, Reina was livid of the outcome.
At the hospital she becomes close to her psychologist, Dr. Paul Dormer, played by Jason Patric, tells him about Reina and he has six nurses guard Nieve moving her room to the glass room. Meanwhile, Sky tries to make sense of Nieves mental recession, follows Reina and finds out everything and starts to collect evidence for the police. She finds out Reinas next plan and heads to the hospital, Reina disguises herself as a nurse and crushes up a bottle of sleeping pills putting it into Nieves apple sauce and has it taken to her room.
Sky gets there too late and they're pumping Nieves' stomach but she doesn't make it. Sky dropped video and written evidence of Reina to the cops and goes to kill Reina but the cops arrest Reina. The movie ends with Dr. Dormer and the six nurses at the funeral, they're renaming the hospital after her. Reina is at another mental hospital in a straight jacket crying and laughing that she won, she's the most beautiful woman alive.
The performance of Minka left me with so many feelings, after that movie I watched all of hers. She's so beautiful, 5'3 with the kind of wide hips that shift side to side distractingly, an hourglass figure and bouncy, juicy breasts, 36DDD, a soft little stomach, I wanted to bite every part of her and do explicit things to her curves. I had the living need to lick every part of her light olive skin that was a beautiful resort of her Black, Arabian, and Eastern European heritage. I wanted to see the look of overstimulated pleasure on her round, heart shaped face, her juicy, thick raspberry lips fall open as she tries to scream my name and Rapture but can't as I stretch her with my cock and have my tip pound into her spot.
I rewind the sex scenes in her movies over and over, my source of ejaculation, I tug hard on my cock watching her big violet eyes hood seductively as the screen siren she is. But after my release, when I'm lying in my sheets naked covered in my own cum and sweat instead of hers, I feel livid, colored in green jealousy of her co stars who touched her. When I found out she was in a relationship with Ruby Rose I was inconsolable. When I saw them on the red carpet together, Ruby's nose was buried in Minka's soft, blunt black bob cut. I wanted so badly to smell her.
Her interviews are my favorite. I took great care in learning about her. She lost her mother 24 from cancer, they were close and even mentioning made my lovely girl tear up. I wanted to choke that interviewer for being so insensitive and asking her about that difficult time, I wanted to run her a bath, lock her away from the world and bundle her up in my blankets.
She's from Woodland Park, New Jersey, her mother was from Poland, her dad is a teacher. They moved to Carmel-by-the-sea when she was in her senior year, she went to an all girls Catholic school. She hated school and she's bisexual. Her brother Stone is trans and he's her assistant, her other brother Jerzy is a pilot. Her favorite color is red. She's older than me by ten months and born on Elizabeth Taylor's birthday, who is her idol. She speaks Polish and is an animal activist as well as a queer activist, 80s punk and dark wave is her favorite music and when I found out she and Ruby ended and she bought a home in Beverly Hills, I bought one in Santa Monica.
It wasn't hard for me to get an invitation to the premiere of Spellbound, I know that sounds gross and cocky but for once I'm so grateful for my status.
I made sure to dress my best, begged my stylist to conjure up something eye-catching and revealing, to make me look as desirable as I could. Erin didn't disappoint. She clothed me in a halter like, sleeveless, waistcoat in white with a black collar, matching trousers almost made like formal joggers, and Chanel combat boots. To top it off, red was splattered on the design to look like blood, it was fitting for the film being premiered. The trousers were a little tight around the crotch area.
The mansion looked incredible, the main event was out in the gardens, thankfully heating lamps were everywhere, it was still chilly in November, even in L.A.. I ran into many familiar faces, sometimes I couldn't believe I was famous and that these amazing legends were talking to me.
Suddenly, I heard a musical laugh, it was giggly and scratchy and I fell in love all over again. I politely excused myself to find the source that I knew it belonged to. Standing in the center of the garden , posing with James Franco in an inappropriately tight, Morticia dress with a neckline that plunged to her navel was…her. Her Mia Wallace hair melted beautifully with the ebony of her dress and framed her picturesque face, she looked like she could be a film siren from the 1910s, her eyes were done in vamp flapper style, lips painted the color of deep cherry red that matched her embroidered gloves with occult imagery. My eyes kept slipping to her cleavage that was falling from her dress, almost, with curious eyes, you could nearly see her nipples.
Stirring occurred in my too well tailored trousers. I licked my lips and decided to bite the bullet and meet the woman of my dreams.
I don't know when but before I knew it, I was close enough to tower over her, close enough to hear her whispering to James that his special friend was looking jealous by the fountain, and close enough to smell the hypnotic sweet and dark scent of her perfume.  Before I lost my nerves I cleared my throat and spoke her name like a spell.
"Excuse me..."
@meetmyothersouls @sufferingstarlight
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sophiebernadotte · 5 months
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Books that have been published in October (& earlier)
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300,000 Kisses: Tales of Queer Love from the Ancient World by Seán Hewitt, Luke Edward Hall (Oct. 10, 2023) // Age of the City: Why our Future will be Won or Lost Together by Ian Goldin, Tom Lee-Devlin (Jun. 22, 2023) // Anglo-Saxon Kings & Warlords AD 400–1070 by Raffaele D’Amato, Stephen Pollington, Andrei Evgenevich Negin (Oct. 26, 2023)
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Assyria: The Rise & Fall of the World's First Empire by Eckart Frahm (Jul. 20, 2023) // The Black Angels: The Untold Story of the Nurses Who Helped Cure Tuberculosis by Maria Smilios (Sep. 19, 2023) // The British West Indies Regiment: Race & Colour on the Western Front by Dominiek Dendooven (Oct. 3, 2023)
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Churchill & Africa: Empire, Decolonisation & Race by C Brad Faught (Jul. 4, 2023) // Cobalt Red: How the Blood of the Congo Powers Our Lives by Siddharth Kara (Apr. 3, 2023) // Courting India: England, Mughal India & the Origins of Empire by Nandini Das (Mar, 16, 2023)
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Cowboy - American Icon: A Short History of Wild West Culture by Daniel Pruitt (Oct. 30, 2023) // Culture: A New World History by Martin Puchner (Mar. 2, 2023) // Divine Might: Goddesses in Greek Myth by Natalie Haynes (Sep. 28, 2023)
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The Forgotten Years of Anne Boleyn: The Habsburg & Valois Courts by Sylvia Barbara Soberton (Oct. 25, 2023) // Guardians of the Valley: John Muir & the Friendship That Saved Yosemite by Dean King (Mar. 21, 2023) // How to Be: Life Lessons from the Early Greeks by Adam Nicolson (Jun. 8, 2023)
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In the Shadow of Isandlwana: The Life & Times of General Lord Chelmsford & his Disaster in Zululand by John Laband, Ian Knight (July 11, 2023) // Insane Emperors, Sunken Cities, & Earthquake Machines: More Frequently Asked Questions about the Ancient Greeks & Romans by Garrett Ryan (Oct. 3, 2023) // The Life of Cicero: Lessons for Today from the Greatest Orator of the Roman Republic by Philip Kay-Bujak (Oct. 4, 2023)
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Multicultural Commonwealth: Poland-Lithuania & Its Afterlives by Stanley Bill, Simon Lewis (Oct. 31, 2023) // On Great Fields: The Life & Unlikely Heroism of Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain by Ronald C. White Jr. (Oct. 31, 2023) // Once a King: The Lost Memoir of Edward VIII by Jane Marguerite Tippett (Oct. 26, 2023)
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Pax: War & Peace in Rome's Golden Age by Tom Holland (Jul. 6, 2023) // Pirate Enlightenment, or the Real Libertalia: Buccaneers, Women Traders & Mock Kingdoms in Eighteenth Century Madagascar by David Graeber (Jan. 26, 2023) // The Queen's Queue by Laura O'Boyle (Sep. 2, 2023)
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Richard III by Andrea McMillin (Oct. 30, 2023) // A Study of the Sacred District Scene in Private Tomb Decoration by Kelly-Anne Diamond (Oct. 31, 2023) // The Times: British Royal Fashion by Jane Eastoe, Anna Murphy (Oct. 26, 2023)
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Twilight Cities: Lost Capitals of the Mediterranean by Katherine Pangonis (Jul. 6, 2023) // Vir in Via: Exploring Modern Rome with a Companion from the Ancient City by Nicholas Sudbury (Oct. 4, 2023) // Why Empires Fall: Rome, America & the Future of the West by John Rapley, Peter Heather (May 25, 2023)
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pbnjparker · 2 years
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📝 hi! Could I please request a blurb with Tom Holland where the reader, the Holland brothers, and haz are going to pick up Tom from his wisdom tooth removal. He is on the medication from the surgery so he is really funny and loopy. The reader and him are best friends and he accidentally confesses that he loves the reader? (Basically a cute friends to lovers story) tyyy
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an: to my lovely anon!! tysm for requesting and for participating in my bday celebration!! i hope you enjoy this short but sweet blurb :)
pairing: tom holland x fem!reader
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"So when we get inside, Harry you're going to have to record every minute." Harrison said, "He's already a wit just imagine how he's going to be now that he's gone under."
You laughed and lightly shoved Harrison, "Don't be mean to Tom! Especially not now that he's vulnerable" You said looking over at Harry, "Don't stress him out too much." Harry nodded in agreement, "Y/N is right, I don't think we should stress Tom out." Sam said patting your shoulder.
"You guys make us two feel bad. We're not that bad, right?" You chuckled immediately, "You guys are bad. I'm sure he doesn't take anything to heart."
You reached over for the door handle, pushed the door open and walked over to the front desk, "Hi, we're here to pick up Tom Holland." You smiled, "You must be his girlfriend; he's been asking for you since he's been up." The nurse said, "Follow me to the back."
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"Mr. Holland, your girlfriend is here." She said, "Oh, I'm not his girlfriend." You corrected her, "Of course you are silly." He slurred, smiling at you.
"Make sure he takes his antibiotics twice a day and bleeding should be normal but if you notice any excessive bleeding give us a call." You nodded softly, "I'll leave you two alone; he should be ready to go in about fifteen minutes. I'll let your friends back here as well soon."
Tom laughed, "Y/N, you're so pretty." He slurred again, "I'm so in love with you."
You smiled at Tom, "Is that so?" Tom nodded his head furiously, "Absolutely, I love you so much!" You laughed, "I love you too." You said softly; pressing a small kiss on Tom's forehead.
"Has he done anything dumb?" Harrison asked, "Harry don't stop rolling." Harry walked past you, immediately putting his phone in Tom's face, "Leave him alone guys!" You giggled, "He hasn't done anything dumb."
"I told Y/N that I love her." He sang, "And she loves me too!" He smiled grabbing your hand, "And we're getting married!"
"He just did!" Harrison said laughing, "You got that right, Harry?" He nodded, "Every single second."
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tagging my lovely moots <3 (sorry for tagging u guys :p)
@belovedholland @gingerparker @darlingparker @seolaseoul @justapurrcat @buckybarnesandmarvel @sunshinehollandd @melodicheauxxo-writes @hollandfromhell
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MARVEL CHARACTERS MASTERLIST
* = smut
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MCU!PETER PARKER
Boxing lessons Stark!Reader
Tony asks Peter to gives you boxing lessons. Little did they know, you are not as defenseless as they thought
The forbidden Avenger Stark!Reader
It’s difficult to have alone time with Peter at the Avengers compound. When everyone goes away on a mission, you take invite Peter over and act on your feelings
Good morning
You and Peter wake up together and have a lazy morning
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Peter and May are invited to the Starks’ Christmas party. On the planning: lies, matching outfits and a little bit of sadness
I could never give you peace
Peter laments the lack of stability he can offer his lover and the danger his other identity puts her in (inspired by Peace by Taylor Swift)
I’ll always come back to you Stark!Reader
Peter returns after the blip
I’ll keep you safe Stark!Reader
You look out for Peter during the battle with Molten Man
Late nights sneaking in your bed Hogan!Reader
When Peter and May temporarily move in with you and Happy, you go against your dad’s rules and sneak Peter into your room at night
Maybe this trip wasn’t so bad
You and Peter sneak out for a date during the Europe trip
My baby’s fit like a daydream
Peter gets a new body from training with the Avengers. You like it - a lot
My friends gets annoyed by how much I talk about you
You talk about Peter to your friends a little too much
Now I wake up by your side
You found your way back to Peter after the memory spell
Spider kiss
Peter surprised you at your window
Uncharted territories *
You and Peter explore each other’s bodies while May is out
Want some help? *
Peter gets a little excited after training. You offer your help
What am I supposed to do if there’s no you
May dies. You find Peter on the school’s roof and comfort him
Wherever you stray, I follow
Happy go get Peter in the Netherlands and you play nurse
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TOM HOLLAND
King of my heart (multi-part) Co-Star!Reader
You get the role of MJ for the new Spiderman movie…aka, the classic trope of co-stars falling for each other
King of social media
Tom makes a mistake and post a private video on his Instagram Story
Puppy pictures
You accidentally send Tom NSFW pictures while he’s at work
Surprise Spider!
You surprise Tom at a convention and dress up as Black Cat
That’s my man
Tom flashes his pants-less bottom half on live TV
Tom’s new girl
Tom has a surprise for you when you come home
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LOKI LAUFEYSON
Stark's sister Tony's sister!Reader
You and Loki sneak to the bathroom during one of Tony's parties
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Tom Holland, smut, He is a prince and y/n is a commoner whom he is in love with but the king and queen don't know. Run wild with it!
a/n: love a bit of prince tom (modern day Prince!Tom) SMUT 18+ also this turned out a lot longer than I anticipated :)
There you are, standing just a few rows back from the golden gates of the palace being swallowed up by the crowd. You're impossibly hard to notice given that with a crowd this large, faces blur together in the sea of bodies, but Prince Tom's eagle eyes pick you out only minutes from emerging onto the royal balcony. On the sunny afternoon of the eldest Prince's birthday, the Royal Holland family present themselves gallantly in front of their public servants, reveling in the loud cheers and admiring the colours of their coat of arms waving proudly into the air. The Royal Holland family are beloved by the masses to a global extent, so when everyone heard that they would show their appreciation publicly, nobody had to think twice about seeing the royal family for themselves. It truly is magnificent spectacle to behold and certainly a cause for celebration.
Dressed in his royal blue uniform adorned with a white sash and decorated with gleaming badges, Prince Tom stands poised next to his father and younger brothers who gracefully thank the public, saluting the royal air force as it flies overhead.
"Aren't they just majestic?" One woman declares behind you.
"Just the perfect family!" Another woman cries.
"Such beautiful, beautiful people." Oh, how you know.
You give a small knowing smile when Prince Tom's eyes find yours. No matter how often those eyes have landed on you in the past, you still can't seem to familiarise yourself with the sheer power those eyes hold. A firm, confident gaze that always has your heart skipping a beat or two, that always drops an anchor in your stomach, and always, always raises your temperature. Dazed, your brain buffers slightly at his ability to pluck you from the crowd; one of the hundreds of thousands standing here in the royal promenade.
Before the Royal Family retreat back into the palace, Tom casts you a glance and with the wink of his eye, he disappears from view. The simple gesture casts your mind back to when you first met him; a sheer accident but memorable to say the least. You worked in the children's hospital as a nurse and as part of his royal duties, Prince Tom was visiting to pay his respects to both patients and workers. You were supposed to be out of the way, out of sight and working behind the scenes as the higher-ups and supervisors took charge of guiding Tom around the hospital to ensure that everything went smoothly and according to plan, but you couldn't resist just one look at him, even if that meant risking your employment to do so. In the end, you made a fool of yourself. The chair you used to see over the crowd crippled under the weight and you went falling to the floor with a crash. It was loud enough to catch Prince Tom's attention and instead of being a spectator to your clumsiness, he didn't hesitate to maneuver himself through the crowd to pick you back up onto your feet again with gentle hands and a genuine concern for your wellbeing. You assured him you were okay, nonsensically stumbling over your words and apologising profusely for the disruption. At the time, you couldn't look at him in the eye, too embarrassed to face to situation you were trapped in, hoping that shuffling away would solve your problem but he wouldn't let go. He needed to see the truth in your eyes, to know that you were actually okay before he dismissed you and until you eventually met that powerful gaze of his, he wouldn't stop his fussing.
It was like a bolt of lightning; the quick, almost tender moment of silence before the thunder. He held your gaze with a soft smile to which you could only mirror with your own, soft whispers of reassurance flowing through your lips.
Somehow, that little interaction however quick it seemed, was the turning point for Prince Tom. After that visit, he became a sponsor and took every chance he could to come out and visit the hospital again and without a doubt, you were always on his agenda. He would never leave without a wink.
The crowd slowly disperses behind you, shuffling their way back down the royal promenade to host their own celebrations back home. You follow your own path through the park, past the trees and the evergreen grasslands, past the shallow duck ponds as they bathe underneath the sun, past it all until you find yourself at another main road. Your basement flat lies at the bottom of a short narrow staircase off the city's streets, concealed to all who don't know it's there. Its entrance hides directly beneath a larger concrete staircase that carries up towards a grander entrance of the tenement building. You're proud of your little flat; it's your little secret.
You decide that in celebration of the Prince's birthday, you order yourself a pizza and crack open a bottle of rosé. The simplicity of it makes you laugh; what decadent luxuries would the Prince really be eating on his birthday? You couldn't imagine the extravagances of a royal dinner.
Not too long after ordering, a knock emits from your door. With your purse in hand, you approach your opaque glass door, seeing a hooded figure behind and thinking how uncharacteristically quick the deliver was.
"Hi-oh my god!" Alarmed, your eyes widen upon seeing the set of brown irises that caught yours earlier in the day, and not the glum, tired eyes of the delivery driver. In your doorway, stands Prince Tom, clad in a sweatshirt with a hood hanging over his head and his hands tucked deep into the pockets of his light blue denim jeans and although a completely alien sight to see, there's something about seeing him in casual clothes that doesn't unnerve you as much as him being here does.
"Hello again." His smile stretches wide across his lips, completely mesmerising.
"Prince Tom! What...what are you doing here?"
"I wanted to see you. You're not busy are you?"
Dumbfounded by his response, you almost forget to answer as you welcome him into your home. "No, not at all. I've just ordered a pizza actually." A natural cedarwood scent follows behind him as he trails into your home and you finally get to relish it without it being masked by the horrible disinfectant smell of the hospital.
Why the Prince of England would elect to come into your basement flat on his birthday is beyond you, yet here you both are.
"I, uh, I can't say I was expecting you, Your Majesty, so you'll have to forgive the state of my flat." You murmur as soon as you notice the pile of laundry stacked in your living room, waiting to be ironed.
"Call me Tom, please. We've known each other long enough. And don't be silly, your flat is gorgeous. It suits you."
Jesus. Don't read too far into that...
"Thank you. So...can I get you anything? A drink? I've just opened some rosé. It's just a cheap bottle from Asda though..."
"A cheap bottle of rose is exactly what I need right now, thanks. After you." You take lead and he follows you into your kitchen, already lit with candles, the bunkers topped with a single empty plate and a lonesome glass of wine. A light flutter murmurs in your heart when you reach to grab another, knowing that the evening ahead of you is already seeming to be less lonely.
Tom takes a seat at your breakfast bar, pulling his hands from his pockets and revealing the curls beneath his hood, taking in the sights of the room around him. You have no other choice but to throw a smile when he catches you glancing at him, but you concede with yourself; it can't be helped, not when the eldest son of the most prominent family in the country sits calmly in your kitchen. You can't seem to describe yourself the same as the bottle shakes slightly in your hand, pulsing at the elevated beat of your anxious heart. The nerves of his sudden appearance have yet to dissipate.
With a composing breath, you hand him his wine glass and he immediately thanks you with a winning smile.
"Pizza shouldn't be too long. You're welcome to have some if you haven't already eaten."
"Yeah, that would be great. If you don't mind of course."
"Not at all. It is your birthday after all...which reminds me. Happy birthday." You offer up your glass to clink with his and he complies, watching you as you sip demurely at your wine. "Although I have to ask: why are you here?"
"Like I said, I wanted to see you."
He translates your silence into confusion, his answer seemingly offering no explanation to you whatsoever. To him, it's obvious.
"But...why me? Why not with your family? Or your friends?"
"You don't consider yourself to be my friend?"
"I...uh...I don't know. I didn't want to assume-"
"Why do you think I visit the hospital so often?"
You shuffle anxiously on your chair across from him. "I thought you were just doing your job, making appearances, doing things that Princes usually do."
"I suppose it helps that that's what it looks like I'm doing, but the truth is a little more simpler than that. In fact, I've already said it. Twice." It eventually clicks in your slow, dumb brain and he observes the epiphany gloss over your eyes.
Because he wanted to see you.
"I like spending time with you and what better way to spend my birthday than with someone I like."
"I...I'm glad. Really. I kinda made myself out to be an absolute idiot when we first met, so I'm relieved. And I like spending time with you too. It made me feel a little bit better about myself after my tragic introduction."
Nothing more needs to be said when Tom gently places a hand on top of yours, almost crying at the cruel timing of the delivery driver knocking at your door which meant having to pull your hand away from him.
"I hope you like pepperoni pizza."
"My favourite."
The two of you converse easily over dinner and wine, words of a song settle nicely into the background and it feeds into the tranquil aura of the room. He explains that he snuck himself out of the palace with his two personal bodyguards who are parked outside the flat, the same two bodyguards that found your address and informed him of where he needed to go. He listens as you spill your life story, sharing memories of a younger self that he becomes infatuated with. Hours go by and as the sun sets behind the horizon, the candles slowly become your main source of light, plunging the room in a warm, flickering glimmer that illuminates just enough to see each other clearly. You feel warm, cosy even as you place yourself upon the fabric couch in the corner of the living room, joined very quickly by Tom and his glass of rosé.
You note how close he is to you and although you don't physically react to it, he does. His hand reaches to brush his knuckles gently over the highs of your cheeks, gliding all the way across until he tucks a lock of hair behind your ear. Flustered, you divert your eyes to your hands twitching at your lap, deciding that his little gesture is the final defining piece of evidence to release the feelings you had been suppressing for weeks. First was his concern when you fell, then it was the numerous visits, then it was the unexpected but lovely dinner you shared, and now its the admiration twinkling in his eyes as he watches you coil into yourself.
You really, really like the Prince.
And you think he likes you too.
"This has been really nice. Thank you."
"You're welcome. I'm glad you got to spend your birthday the way you wanted to." It might've been the candles on the other side of the room, but something flickers in his eye. You can't quite decipher what. His finger teases down the line of your jaw very, very slowly. So soft, you barely feel it.
"I'm just hoping it can end the way I want it to." Entranced, you keep his gaze, flickering only to catch his tongue running across his bottom lip.
"How do you want it to end?" You ask, voice reduced to a mere whisper in the suffocating tension.
"Like this." Tom's finger curls beneath your chin, tilting your head as he guides you towards his lips, encasing your own with them. The sweet tang of wine blends together as he kisses you softly, opening you up with each second that passes by. The taste explodes when his tongue searches for your own, a brushing of soft silk as you melt together. It's unbearably slow and tests the patience of your twitching hands, aching to reach for the curls you know lie at the nape of his neck, but you don't want to seem too hasty, not when Tom indulges you like you're a rare flavour to savour.
With his fingers sliding into the roots of your hair, he places one final lasting kiss that drags out your bottom lip with the small nip of his teeth. It's so deliciously sensual that you can't even think about opening your eyes yet, not until you've caught your breath.
Tom's there and waiting for you when you eventually do, retaining the short distance between you just so he can feel the shortness of your breath against his lips. At least then, he knows he's done something right.
With just a millimetre of movement and without the need for a single word to be spoken, your noses brushes together and it speaks a message that reads loud and clear. In seconds, his lips are on yours again with a fiery passion, hungry as he encases your jawline within his hands. There isn't enough time in the world to possibly prepare for what you know is about to happen next as he coaxes you onto your back underneath him, his lips still craving the touch of yours. But all too soon they grow impatient, trailing down your jawline in search for something more, something that could tame the fire that's engulfing him inside. Towards your ear, behind it and down the slope of your neck, teasing out small clips of moans from your throat.
"Tom..." You whimper. He hums in acknowledgement, voice vibrating against the tender skin of your neck, but doesn't stop. Instead, his hand slithers up the outside of your thigh, contorting to the curve of your leg as it finds its way underneath the skirt of your dress. Just as his fingers repeatedly trace the lining of your underwear, he emerges in front of you, eyes locked in a spellbound gaze which you meet immediately.
"Do you want this?"
"More than anything."
Your words paint a smile on his lips, seen only for a second before he kisses you again, this time leaving it short and sweet because he wants your attention elsewhere. His hand, slow and meticulous like his kisses, eases its way under the seam and his fingertips feel every inch of your skin to deliberately build the anticipation, to fuel the craving in you that only he can satisfy and takes pleasure in watching you struggling to cope. He mirrors your reaction just as the tip of his finger brushes against your clit. You've never felt so sensitive yet desperate in all your life and you make it abundantly clear to him when you raise your hips in a bid to feel more.
Thankfully, you feel the weight of his fingers as they glide down your pussy with resolution, exploring more and more as they circle around your bud at just the right tempo.
"Fuck..." you whisper, sensing the knot twisting in your stomach, "please don't stop."
"I won't. Not until I have you screaming for me." The momentary pressure to your clit elicits a salacious yelp from your throat, proving to you that he is capable of getting what he demands. He is, after all, royalty. It's part of his nature.
"Keep your eyes on me," he demands. Your lazy eyes find his, fighting the urge to close them as you feel yourself teetering on the edge of an orgasm that's beginning to consume you. Yet to snap, you can already tell that he's going to have you cumming like no other man has and when you feel that burst of pleasure course through you, your instincts are right. Your pussy clenches, feeling nothing but the fine, precise movements of his fingers torturing your clit, unrelenting as he watches you twitch beneath him.
"Oh my god..." you whimper, reaching for his hand to dull his movements. "Too much, too much-"
He promptly removes his hand, fingers glistening with your slick...until they're not. Beguiled eyes watch as he places his fingers into his mouth, sucking what he can of your taste that it has him closing his eyes with an intense pleasure. Your heart pounds inside your chest watching him, another wave of excitement twitching at your legs while they pinch together.
"Fuck, darling, you taste so good," he lightly taps the side of your legs as he shuffles himself lower and lower, "legs up for me."
Shit. Nobody's done this to you before..."Tom-"
"Legs. Up." His hands find the crooks of your knees pushing them until they're pressed against your shoulders, legs swinging high into the air with your dress bunched at your waist. The cold bite of air reaches your cunt, made worse when Tom peels your underwear from you and blows a gentle breeze that cascades down your slit. Taking a breath, you swallow the thick lump in your throat and lie against the cushion, nervously waiting.
His warm, wet tongue meets your cunt, eagerly coating every inch until he finds your clit and takes it within his mouth. A very audible inhale reaches his ears which he takes as a cue to begin sucking on the little bud. Each sweep of his tongue triggers your legs to shake, your nerves to quiver inside you and the bubble to build. He warned you that all it would take for him to stop is the sound of your screams, and with that threat slowly materialising into reality, your stomach swirls inside you.
He laps and laps, sucks and flicks, indulges and savours until you reach breaking point. The mere fact of Tom being royalty has completely left your mind, and you don't hold back when you grip onto the tufts of his hair, undecided whether to pull him away or bring him closer.
"Fuck, I'm so close!"
"I need to hear you scream for me," he groans, that baritone voice of his vibrating against your clit. His tongue delves deeper, pressing into you that reflexes jerk you away from him.
"I'm not gonna stop. Not until I hear you." Firm hands grip onto your hips, dragging you back onto his amorous tongue.
"FUCK! PLEASE!"
"Do it, cum for me."
Your mouth opens but no sound comes out, at least not at first, not until you take another breath. Your orgasm hits you hard and fast, spiraling out of control the more Tom continues to eat at your cunt knowing he has yet to hear you scream for him. When tension finally snaps inside you does it release the long wail of overstimulation to scratch from your throat, shaped in the words of his name repeated over and over and over again in a desperate plea.
Tom acts quickly, taking the opportunity of your empty convulsing cunt and immediately fills you with his cock, hard and insatiably raw. He thrusts deeper and deeper into your spasm cunt, almost collapsing at the way you suck him in and keep him there but it's no match for the brutal, virile strength of his lust. He consumed by the sound of you, the sight of you, the feel of you that he can't stop, not even when you begin begging for mercy at the first touch of his fingers playing with your bud. It's just enough to prolong the orgasm riddling your body to grant him the satisfaction he craves what seems like hours later.
Tom gently collapses on top of you, sinking his head deep into the crook of your neck and it feels like a reward having his soft kisses meet your skin after feeling locked in such a tension for so long.
"You feel so fucking good," he murmurs into your ear, not long before he kisses the shell, biting and nipping his way to your lips.
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Time almost seems to stand still as you mold yourselves to fit the shape of your bodies. Tom cradles your head, tucked neatly against his chest while his slow breaths skim across the crown of your head. While he intertwines his fingers with your hair, you circle a small pattern on his chest, warm with the rush of adrenaline. Unprovoked, he places a longing kiss against your forehead, his grip on you tightening the longer it lasts and you sense that there's a hidden meaning behind the sadness found tugging at your heart when he does it. A hidden message that perhaps you both knew since the moment he arrived but refused to give it life, because you both knew how much it would hurt to acknowledge.
As much of a fantasy dream this whole evening seemed, you are the one to fall back into reality first.
"The King and Queen don't know you're here do they?" He sighs loudly and shakes his head in defeat. "You didn't tell them...because you knew they wouldn't approve." Again, the silent response of his head nodding tells you he doesn't have the heart to face reality like you have. "It's okay."
"If I could change it all, I would. If it meant we could have this all time, I would change it in a heartbeat."
You snuggle even closer, "I know you would." You take another breath, afraid of the words sitting on the tip of your tongue. "Will...will this ever happen again?"
Distraught, he places another kiss to your forehead. "I don't know, darling. I don't know."
"But we'll figure it out, right?"
There's a hesitant sigh that seeps from his lips. "Right."
a/n: ouch that turned angsty at the end
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/53145412 by furnishings (clo_thespin93) peter accidentally takes too much of his prescribed ADHD medicine, trying to make it work with his medication, and it's bad. and wait, he might not have ADHD? ~ Or, me projecting a good chunk of my mental health struggles onto one sad little spider-boy and I make sure he has people to lean on while he figures out his brain. Words: 6609, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Aunt May Parker (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Helen Cho (Marvel), Avengers Team Members (Marvel), Pepper Potts Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Aunt May Parker & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Natasha Romanov, Avengers Team Members & Peter Parker, Aunt May Parker & Pepper Potts Additional Tags: Drug Withdrawal, Overdosing, Not fatal, not on purpose, adderall, Peter Parker is a Mess, Aunt May Parker & Tony Stark Coparenting Peter Parker, Worried Aunt May Parker (Marvel), Peter Parker & Natasha Romanov Friendship, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Depression, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Peter Parker Has Panic Attacks, Tony Stark Has Panic Attacks, Peter Parker has ADHD, except its not ADHD, Undiagnosed Mental Health Issues, Good Parent Aunt May Parker (Marvel), may parker is a nurse, Paranoia, Hallucinations, Delusions, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Vomiting, restless leg syndrome, Fainting read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/53145412
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Full cast announced for Romeo and Juliet with Tom Holland
Find out who’ll be joining Holland in Jamie Lloyd’s production
Find out who’ll be joining Holland in Jamie Lloyd’s production
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Freema Agyeman, Tom Holland (© Isaac Anthony August) and Francesca Amewudah-Rivers
The Jamie Lloyd Company has announced the full cast for its upcoming West End production of William Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet, starring Tom Holland.
Holland (Romeo) is joined by Francesca Amewudah-Rivers, whose acting credits include Bad Education (BBC), Macbeth (Shakespeare’s Globe) and Antigone (Mercury Theatre), as Juliet.
The cast is completed by Freema Agyeman (Nurse), Michael Balogun (Friar), Tomiwa Edun (Capulet), Mia Jerome (Montague), Daniel Quinn-Toye (Paris), Ray Sesay (Tybalt), Nima Taleghani (Benvolio) and Joshua-Alexander Williams (Mercutio), Callum Heinrich and Kody Mortimer (Camera Operators).
Romeo and Juliet, which is directed by Jamie Lloyd, opens at the Duke of York’s Theatre, on 23 May, with previews from 11 May, and runs until 3 August 2024.
Holland said today: “Beyond excited to announce our cast for Romeo and Juliet. I can’t wait to get started and I know we’ll create something really special together.”
Francesca Amewudah-Rivers added: “I’m so grateful to be making my West End debut as Juliet with The Jamie Lloyd Company. It’s a dream to be joining this team of incredible artists with Jamie at the helm. I’m excited to bring a fresh energy to this story alongside Tom, and to welcome new audiences to the theatre.”
Tickets are on sale here.
*brb screaming* FREEMA is starring in a play with Tom Holland!
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