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magewritesstories · 2 months

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ɪɴꜱᴛᴀɢʀᴀᴍ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴘᴇᴛᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴋᴇʀ

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thereal.y.n. gotta love a midnight coffee run (these eyebags are prada)

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→ mystery.jones and then you fall asleep halfway through the lecture → thereal.y.n. hehehehehe

→ TheGuyInTheChair whos that next to u??? → thereal.y.n. that's secret i'll never tell, xoxo gossip girl

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thereal.y.n. fml i hate finals season

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→ TheGuyInTheChair i feel like we did some good studying today tho → thereal.y.n. were def einstein's in the making

→ the_amazing_flash you guys are such nerds → mystery.jones literally why do you still follow us dude? → thereal.y.n. he's just a fan @mystery.jones

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thereal.y.n. movie dates are 🔛🔝 @_peter_parker_ agrees

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→ TheGuyInTheChair excuse me????? brb imma go interrogate peter → _peter_parker_ please dont kill me

→ mystery.jones. cool. which movie did you see → thereal.y.n. dam whats with the dry reaction i thought we were friends T^T (it was hunger games btw) → mystery.jones. you and @_peter_parker_ are horrible secret keepers

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thereal.y.n. you dont know pain until youve third wheeled on a hang-out with your own boyfriend

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→ TheGuyInTheChair dont act like you didnt know what you were getting into → thereal.y.n. true true

→ mystery.jones ditch them and come hangout with me → TheGuyInTheChair rude. → thereal.y.n. your the love of my life fr fr → mystery.jones you're* → thereal.y.n. i take it back → _peter_parker_ i can really feel the love you guys

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thereal.y.n. cooking and gossiping with aunt may is ✨an experience✨ (yes, i am officially the favourite child)

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→ thisismay aww i loved hanging out with you → thereal.y.n. we should do it again and then you can show me those baby fotos → _peter_parker_ i am officially worried

→ mystery.jones did you get baby fotos as blackmail? → thereal.y.n. im working on it → TheGuyInTheChair i have some too yknow

#peter parker fic #peter parker instagram #peter parker headcanons #peter parker x reader #peter parker #marvel headcanons #marvel x reader #mj jones #michelle jones #ned #marverl ned #marvel cinematic universe #marvel spiderman #tomholland #tom holland spiderman

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cameronspecial · 7 months

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Tom Holland's Masterlist

Series:

The Marriage Games (Discontinued) - (Y/N) (Y/L/N) grew up in the palace with her brother and the royals; her and her brother are practically apart of the royal family. The Queen decides to help her eldest son find his own queen by inviting ten female suitors to live in the palace. What happens when through this process he finds love with a woman that is not one of the contestants?: Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 |

True Love Can’t Be Bought (Completed) - When (Y/N) (Y/L/N) needed a job to help pay off university debt; she did not expect to be working for the Hollands or that the eldest son would fall in love with her: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 |

The Spider-Man Who Stole My Heart (Completed) - When Tom helps a lost little boy, he did not expect his mom to be so young. Once they get to talking, Tom realizes she may be the girl of his dreams, but what happens when she is not ready for a relationship: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 |

Sent From A Goddess (Discontinued) - (Y/N) (Y/L/N) is the daughter of Poisedon, and for twelve years she was all alone. Growing up at camp without any family and watching people she is closed to come in and out of her life has caused her to close up. So she made a rule, the only people she is allowed to be truly close to is her brother, his family, Chiron, Tyson, Annabeth, and Grover. When Tom in his brothers come around, will he be able to break that rule: Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 |

King of Collegialiter Schola Currer Cucurri (Discontinued) - When Y/N gets a scholarship to attend Collegialiter Schola Currere Cucurri, a prestigious boarding school in England. She’s very studious and organizes, everything needs to be a certain way for her to be happy. Tom is the resident fuckboy at school and, with his daddy being the richest man on earth, he practically owns the school. What happens when Tom falls completely in love with Y/N, but she doesn’t want to be with him because of his reputation: Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 |

Oneshots:

Daddy Do It (Dad!Tom)

This Isn’t A Story About Our Love (Mob!Tom)

Best Friend to Boyfrined (Roommate!Tom)

How To Get Out Of A Fight

Mr.Holland (Teacher!Holland)

Good Boy, Bad Girl (Bad Girll!Reader)

The Sibling (Osterfield!Reader)

#tom x reader #tom holland x reader #tom holland #tomholland

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tomholland1996simp · 1 year

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I loved your “we gotta go” imagine when the reader pranked Tom. I was wondering if you could do the “starting an argument then flashing my boyfriend prank”. Thank you love your work xxx

Flashing || Tom Holland

Summary: You do the ‘Starting an argument, then flashing my boyfriend’ prank on your lovely and stressed boyfriend, Tom.

I haven’t proof read this, so sorry if there’s mistakes.

You and your boyfriend always had an on going prank war. Even before you started dating, you both pranked each other here and there, making sure t record one another’s reactions. You both started off as being roommates, just you and him. At first you just walked passed each other, not wanting to get to know one another, not even trying to make a small conversation, with a ‘hi’ or ‘how are you?’.

But one day you both just clicked. Then you wouldn’t ever leave each others sides. Where ever Tom was, you was. Well except for when he went off filming, sometimes you went with him, however other times you had to work as well. At first you and Tom were blind, you both denied your love for each other. Until one rainy day, when you missed his company, missed annoying him every morning, you told him.

And that’s what brings you here today. 2 years you have been dating, and you have known him for 5 years. Living with Tom has its perks, you were always with him when he was in Kingston and you always had his dog Tessa.

“Hey guys, I hope your all doing well. I don’t know why, but everyone has been asking for me to do videos of me starting an argument with Tommy then doing something random. A few weeks ago Tom had done a prank on me, however that back fired.” You chuckle, holding the camera in your right hand, looking through the lens. It’s true sometimes the pranks could go so wrong, but then they could go right.

Last time Tom pranked you and it back fired on him, it was really funny. “Today I’m going to be starting an argument with Tom and then flashing him. He’s currently on a meeting call, and today i’ve been acting moody. So he was like “why you being moody today?”

“I have to make sure that i’m not in the frame and that you can see his clear reaction to me flashing him. I don’t know what to argue about, i’ll have to think of something.” You pause the camera, walking into the kitchen to set it up on the counter. You hid it by a plant pot, hoping your super hot boyfriend won’t see it.

You threw some more dirty dishes into the sink, it being the only thing you could think of to make a stupid argument. The camera is rolling now, you place a finger on your lips, signing that Tom was coming.

“Tom are you gonna help me?—You said you do the dishes and you didn’t do them.” You call out, rattling the dishes as you hear his tired foot steps.

“Oh my goshhh! Im so stressed. Can I get a hug? I need love..” He tiredly smiles, Tom loved physical touch when he was stressed, you always calmed him.

Tom walked over to you, extending his arms out for you to fall into. You move away from him turning off the tap, his arms falling with a frown on his face. “No can you just do the dishes”

“Can I get no love?” He chuckles, thinking your messing around. You sigh, giving him a quick hug, patting his back like he was a friend. “There’s your hug, now do the dishes.”

Tom kissed your bare shoulder, “I’ve been in meetings all day, i’ve missed you” holding onto you still as you pull away.

“Okay now do the dishes” Now this makes Tom confused, his eyebrows raising up as he looks into the sink. “There’s three dishes, babe” He tells you placing a hand on your waist, all he wanted to do is get love from his beautiful girlfriend.

“Okay but why do I always have to do your dishes?!” You snap a little, trying to sound annoyed.

“I told you i’m stressed out, and this is how you’re gonna treat me?” He still spoke in a soft tone, gesturing to the dirty dishes in the sink. “I’ll do them”

“Okay then do them”

“I’ve been on a meeting since 7 a.m. How’s I supposed to do them?” Tom chuckles, running his hands through his loose curls. “Well you could’ve woke up earlier to do-“

“Earlier baby girl-“ He laughs, looking at you.

“I’m just frustrated, because last night you literally said don’t worry about them i’ll get them. You lied, you said you would do them” That part was true, you didn’t mind though.

“Most of these are from breakfast, and when would I have time to clean them” He quickly bends down to stroke Tessa’s head, finding her as a way to calm him down.

“No that one is from last night, when you literally had cereal.” You pointed at the bowl, fixing your straps of your tank top.

Tom puts his hands on your shoulders, helping you fix them. Ahh you were so lucky, it’s all the small things he does. “I’ll clean them, baby..” He gently shakes your body, hoping that you will at least be less moody if he jokes around to make you laugh.

“Okay! Don’t touch me” You pull his arms off, looking into his chocolate brown eyes.

“Are you serious?”

“No, i’m just irritated.”

Then he moves to where another dirty pan was left on the stove, picking it up. “Thank you for cooking for me. I said thanks like four times, I said i’ll clean the dishes.” Tom puts the pan into the sink turning on the tap, getting ready to clean the dishes even though he’s tired and stressed.

“Okay but why do I always have to ask you?” You try to raise your voice, continuing the argument even though you felt so bad for your sweet and loving boyfriend.

“I didn’t have any other time to do ‘em babe. I’ve been on meetings” He started to clean the pan, squirting the washing up liquid onto the sponge.

He’s still looking at you, “Well if you had time to eat then you had time to do the dishes, Tommy. And you could’ve done some of the ones last night, babe.”

Then he puts everything down, starting to grow even more stressed by how you was treating him over dishes. “I was eating on my meeting, y/n. Are you serious?” He said, pulling a face when you told him again that he could’ve ‘woken up earlier’.

“You’ve seen me on my like….What are you talking about? You literally know I had zero time to do anything” Tom still didn’t raise his voice, not wanting the argument to get worse. Now was the time that you decided that you had to flash him.

Walking away you say, “It’s just the fact that you don’t care, and you leave your stuff everywhere. I spent twenty minutes cleaning up everything” You made sure you was out of the cameras view.

“I left a bowl out last night, i’m sorry, baby. What else can I say, I didn’t mean to.” He sighed turning the tap back on, fully done with the argument you had started.

“You leave everything everywhere, you leave your keys on the counter, you leave your wallet-“

“Why are you acting physco about it? Like I’m sorry that I leave some things in certain places, maybe it’s because im stressed. Like I understand when your stressed, i’m always here for you, i’m never like this” Tom keeps his eyes on the dishes, focusing on cleaning the pan and placing it on the rack when he’s done, moving onto the next dish.

“But like, it not being clean stresses me out to” Your hands slowly go to the bottom of your tank top, him not noticing yet. The camera couldn’t see you either, all they could see was Tom and then him trying to spray you with a laugh.

“Will you smile? Come give me-“ Tom looks back up ready to finish his sentence, the camera seeing his facial expression change. You lifted your tank top all the way up, not having worn a bra so he could see your boobs bare.

Tom smiles cheekily, “What the fuck?” He laughs, dropping the spoon in his hand, it landing back into the sink. “What you doing?” He smirks a laugh, turning of the tap walking over to you as you pull your top back down.

“Nothing” You innocently say, moving back into the cameras view.

“Why you doing that? Baby!” He whines.

“Are you still mad at me?” You try hold in your laugh, a smile falling from your lips.

“I’m not mad at you, you’re mad at me. So that’s how your gonna fix an argument, your just gonna flash me?” He’s still laughing as he cups your cheeks, pressing both your foreheads together.

“You think boobs can fix everything, because they can” You wrap your arms around his neck as he picks you up a little, laughing.

“Yeah?” You smirk.

“Yes”

“Okay” You peck his lips, his hands going to your waist as he looks at your cleavage from your top.

“why you being mean?”

“I’m not being mean” You told him, pulling away.

“You are, i’m gonna do the dishes” He told you.

“So why ain’t you doing them now?”

Then he gave you a ‘are you serious right now?’ look, “Because you just flashed me your tits babe.” He gave your clothed boobs a squeeze, slapping your ass as you went to walk away saying ‘and, and what about it?’

“You want me to do the dishes-“ You flash him again. “Stop, how am I meant to do them when your doing that. Okay, what do you want. I’m confused” He took a step towards you thinking you wanted to do something.

“No, I want you to do the dishes” You laugh from behind the camera.

“Oh my goshhhhh” He drags the word out. “Babe, i’m stressed and I don’t have a lot of time. So it’s either I do the dishes or we do something better”

“I want you to do the dishes quickly, then we can do something better as soon as your done” You tease him, knowing he will grow frustrated after.

Tom grabbed your waist, pushing your body into his. You could already feel his hard on, he was really turned on by you just flashing him? “But there’s a bigger problem now, baby girl” Tom told you with a smirk, placing a sweet kiss to your lips.

“Well do the dishes” You push yourself into him, hearing him grunt as you walk back behind the camera, flashing him again.

“Y/n, that’s not fair. That’s like me showing you my dick, then saying no do the dishes. Baby, come on. First you was mean, now your killing me here” He picked up the dirty spoon again, you finally having enough of the prank. You felt too bad, you wanted to end this and show your boyfriend some love.

You grab his hands, dropping the spoon from it, and pulling him in for a sweet kiss. His hands go around your waist again, swaying you both side to side. “it’s a prank, love. I’m playing with you, I wanted to start an argument then flash you. The cameras there- I’m sorry. You don’t have to do them, i’ll wash them up later” You peck his lips, seeing him feel relieved that it was all a joke.

“So your really not mad at me?” He questioned.

“No, i’m not”

A smirk played on his lips as an idea popped into his head, “So does that mean I can see your tits again………,in the bedroom?”

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wallowingselfpity · 29 days

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MEET ME IN THE HALLWAY - a ted lasso story.

As a new season of soccer draws closer, Veronica has to make the choice of going back to the states and playing for her old team or stay in Richmond and enjoy a little more time off with her brothers, something she hasn't done for a while now. With the confliction of doing something she loves and staying with the ones she loves brewing inside of her, an opportunity to do both in Richmond is brought on to the table and who is she not to accept the offer? Veronica just wishes she read the fine print in her new contract to prepare herself for one hell of a season.

NOTES : this story is a complete work of fiction so things are going to be different than reality!! it will follow the ted lasso show timeline but i don't think im going to write a chapter for every episode. this story will be starting out getting to know veronica so we wont see ted until chapter three or four! keep that in mind please! super excited to finally put this up and to get to writing this because i have so many ideas for this!

also this is a ted lasso x original character but you can imagine it as a reader insert? im only really using melissa beniost as a face claim for edits and stuff! also feel free to throw in some requests for one shots of ted lasso my way! it would really help with my writing and it would be appretiated!

#ted lasso x original character #ted lasso #ted lasso x reader #tomholland #football #soccer #afcrichmond #roykent #keelyjones #jamie tartt #jason sudeikis #melissa benoist #grant gustin

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perfecttrashsludge · 1 year

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Short Skirts

A/N: this is my first fic so might be few mistakes and just not good but hey practice make perfect, also no smut but definitely some steamy moments also I this didn’t really come out as I wanted but oh well

The weather has gotten warmer in New York so you have decided to dress more for warm weather and decided to wear this cute, but small, skirt you recently bought. It was Saturday so no school but you still had some work you had to do for some classes, luckily Peter has been staying at the Avengers tower recently and is around more to help. You walk into kitchen and it’s just Peter eating some cereal, he was still in his pajamas and had his cute bed head.

“Hey Pete, you think you can help me with my math work today?” You asked as you walked towards the fridge seeing what there is to eat.

“Yeah sure, I’m not doing much today,” He says as he continues to look down at his phone and eat.

“Thanks you’re the best,” You smile as you close the fridge and start to look in the cabinets which puts you on your tiptoes as your skirt slowly starts rising so close to the point of flashing your ass. Peter smiles and blushes slightly at the comment then looks up seeing your very short skirt and nice toned legs making his face a much darker blush. He admires you for a second before you close the cabinet and turn around sighing from not finding anything for a snack. Once you turned he quickly looks back down at his phone trying not to show that he was just staring staring at you, which you could still see his redden face when you looked at him, smirking to yourself you remember the skirt you are wearing and realize why he face was so red.

You and Peter are friends, but a little more than just only friends, you are pretty touchy with him which he likes a lot, hug, cuddle, kiss sometimes but nothing too sexual...yet... You love the way he gets shy around you at some moments and gets flustered from the way you act towards him some days. You couldn’t miss the opportunity to flirt with him now and tease a bit especially with your skirt and his reaction already.

“Can we start now? I wanna get it over with already” You say with a little whine at the end to get his attention. You walk over to the other side of the counter he is sitting at and lean a little bit looking at him.

He looks up at you with a small blush still on his cheeks from the slightly inappropriate thoughts he was just thinking of after he saw your skirt. “Y-yeah that’s fine.”

“Okay I’ll just grab my stuff then go to your room till your done your cereal.” You smile and start walking out the kitchen towards your room to grab your books.

Peter sighed when you walked out, he was happy to help you but it has been harder for him to control himself around you especially since you two have been getting closer and more touchy. After a few minutes he puts his bowl in the sink then heads over to his room.

Peter walks into you sitting at the edge of his bed, your skirt was slightly risen up to your upper thigh, enough to get his attention walking in and have his mind wander.

“Come here, I need some help with these definitions.” You say as you pat down the spot next to you on his bed looking down at the book on your lap. Peter carefully sits next to you, but not too close before you scoot closer to him to where your thighs are touching.

You began talking about what they talked about your last class to Peter going through some of your notes, while you’re talking Peter doesn’t really seem to be paying attention, he is focused on how close you are, how pretty your lips look, how nice your thighs look, then starts to wonder if there’s anything under.

“Peter? Are you even listening?” Your voice snaps him right out of his thoughts, a small faint blush creeping on his face when he realizes how distracted he got.

“Yes, uh just can I take a look at these?” He says grabbing your notebook, trying to not make it obvious that he didn’t hear anything you said.

After 40 minutes you were getting bored, Peter was looking through your books and talking about boring school stuff, now you think its time for something more interesting. You look at Peter then lean a little closer and leave a light kiss on his cheek, he smiles and stammers a little at the sentence he was reading out loud. You then lean your body slightly closer and place your hand on his middle thigh. “I’m getting bored, math is so boring.”

Peter continues to have his eyes glued to the book and didn’t respond, your hand on his thigh made him start to feel hot, not really knowing what to respond with.

You then stood up and walked towards his closet, he watched you once you got up looking down towards your skirt, he wondered how it looked so small yet he couldn’t see anything. You grab one of his sweaters and pull it over yourself then turning towards him and smile. “It’s kinda chilly in here plus this one is my favorite.” He chuckles lightly then gulps nervously as you approach him. He is still at the end of his bed while you’re standing in front of him, your thighs and skirt in front of his face. He looks up at you and gives a small smile, you then straddle him and sit on his lap, your face very close to his as your arms wrap around his neck and you lightly play with his hair.

Peter blushes and starts to get slightly hard from you being so close, your underwear basically on his pants. You then kiss his cheek then across his jaw, slow gentle kisses, Peter sets the book down he was holding and placed one hand on your thigh and the other lightly around your waist. “What uh what about your work?” He says softly, tilting his head up slightly as you kiss his jaw and closes his eyes.

You don’t respond and place your hand on his cheek moving his face slightly to make him look at you, he opens his eyes and looks straight at your lips then back to your eyes. With your other hand you pull his hair lightly while smirking at him, getting a soft whimper from him. His face gets even more red and goes to kiss your neck since he feels embarrassed to look you in your eyes. Both your hands go through his hair, making small soft moans as he kisses your neck.

Peter freezes for a second when he hears your small moan, he continues to kiss your neck and suck on spots lightly, while fidgeting slightly under you, he can feel himself get a lot harder knowing it will be easy for you to feel it if you’re on his lap.

You pull his hair slightly again to make him look up at you then press your lips quickly against his, passionately making out with each other, you can feel him against your thigh and began to slowly rub yourself on his bulge. Peter moans against your lips and his hands fly to your hips and gently held you in place so you weren’t grinding. You wait a second then continue to do it again, slightly harder.

Peter keeps his hands on your hips but doesn’t stop you, he pulls away from the kiss and puts his head against your neck and shoulder biting his lip to prevent his moans. You then start to grind even harder which has more moans coming out of you, Peter can’t help but buck his hips up against yours and whine. “S-sorry” He says quietly, you smirk and kiss towards his ear whispering. “Don’t be sorry Petey, you’re making me so wet.” Peter moans in response and bucks his hips up again, letting one of his hands slide down your ass and slightly grabbing it. At this point Peter was very hard, the noises you were making were driving him crazy, he imagined how you would sound if he was inside of you.

His thoughts were interrupted and both your movements stopped when you both hear a knock on the door. You look at each other and whisper, “Say something! We are in your room remember?” Peter clears his throat, “Hello?”

“Hey Kid, remember I wanted to show you some suit ideas in the lab, I am free now but busy the rest of the day so.. does now work?”

Peter quietly groans, looks at the door then in your eyes. “You should do it Peter, I still have to finish my homework anyway.” You whisper then peck his lips. Peter really wanted to continue but you basically told him to go, and he has been looking forward to working on a suit.

“Okay I guess I’ll just meet you in the lab.” Peter says through the door. “Okay kiddo.” Tony says then walks away. You start to get up then Peter pulls you back down on him remembering how painfully hard he is. “We don’t uh, you know, have to stop...” He says quietly as you giggle and kiss his cheek. “Kissing you is amazing but we both have stuff to do, maybe after?” You say as you continue to get up. You glance down seeing his bulge, it makes you blush seeing how big it was, then you blushed even harder after seeing a wet stain on his sweatpants. “Oops.” You giggle as Peter looks at you confused then looks down then back at you speechless. The fact that you were so wet it him want you right now even more, also made him think back to his first thought, is she even wearing underwear.

“I- uh, are you wearing um, anything under?” Peter says as he looks up at you hungrily, you smirk then kiss his cheek and whisper. “Hmmm I guess you have to find that out later.” You giggle then quickly leave his room saying bye and go back to yours.

Peter sat there speechless staring at the door you just left out of, lightly palming himself then growing. “How am I supposed to focus on any of the suit stuff with that in my mind.”He quietly mumbles to himself as he gets up to change his pants.

#peterparker #peterparker x reader #spiderman #marvel #mcu #mcu imagine #fanfic #tom holland x reader #tomholland

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0oolookitsme · 2 years

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A Day Made Better

Type- Blurb

Verse- Marvel-Actress!Y/n x Marvel-Actor!Harry and Marvel-Actor!Tom Holland

Warnings- None that I can see, but please do tell me if there's any I should put!

Word Count- 912

A/N- I'm slipping back into writing a lot now. Like, I've literally got two more fics saved up and ready to be posted in my drafts and I'm onto working another one. You believe me now? Good. I hope you enjoy reading this <3

Description- Y/n isn't having the best day of her life, Tom can't seem to stop falling and Harry is just too good at making people happy with his little jokes.

It'll be a lie if they were to say that they 'didn't even try' to keep Harry from joining the duo of Tom and Y/n.

Cause they did, they really did try their best. Alas, sweat broke on their foreheads as they lost the unconfirmed battle. But that doesn't mean they are at peace now, oh that's such a no. Perhaps that's why they were gatekeeping Harry, to save them from any greater number of chaotic plans plotted against them.

Every morning, Harry is the first to arrive at the set. Followed by eating-something-Y/n and then a disheveled Tom. And everyone loves their presence but somedays they want nothing more than to tie the three up and throw them in some random deep pit.

Today, majority of the marvel actors are on the set because of some random interview filming which apparently required to them to be on the set. This made the lot who wasn't in the camera view feel annoyed- not sure with the interviewers or with the ones who are being interviewed.

Whatever the option, Y/n is most definitely annoyed with both.

She's been asked to come on set at 5am in the morning, since the last two weeks. Well, everyone has been. But today wasn't like just any other days, no. She had gotten her periods last night, which she blames to make her cry last night. In the morning when she woke up, she was met with her unpleasantly puffed-up eyes, causing her to cry almost again especially when her hair wouldn't get in a proper braid.

At the end, she washed her face with cold once again, looked away from the mirror and threw her hair in a hand curated bun. And, as expected, it looked better than anything.

Then when she arrives on set, she sees Tom on the ground looking like an embarrassed five-year-old, and Harry who's standing right behind him, clutching his stomach and laughing his lungs out while providing his friend with his arm for support.

That did turn the corner of her lips up a tad bit. But when she was told how there wasn't going to be any shooting done today because of interview she and the other two are not a part of, she felt like ripping her hair off her scalp.

She had asked if they could go back then, but the answer she received might be the reason she's sitting in a corner as she registers the fact that this day was going to go down the sink of moodiness.

"Let me tell you a joke," Harry came to sit down beside her, his thigh touching with hers and y/n's not sure if it's because his love language is physical touch or just an unintentional thing. Either thought makes her smile a little. "But you'd have to participate in this one- just once!"

"So, a papa tomato, a mummy tomato and a baby tomato were walking down the street. The baby tomato was walking too slow and got a little behind the parent tomatoes. That made papa tomato mad, and he squished the baby tomato, telling him to: 'ketchup!'" Harry shrieked at the last word and started giggling himself before fixing his eyes on y/n's mouth to see if it made her smile even.

It's like she's laughing, but she doesn't want to laugh- like she wanted to remain sad. Which makes Harry bump his shoulder with hers and laugh along.

Y/n feels something brush on her back before the third musketeer's voice follows. "What's so funny, eh?" He asks as he tries his best to sit down in his kinda tight skinny jeans. "Tell me too, my day hasn't been very heartful either. It's been rather hurtful," he continues himself, squeezing out an unexpected laugh by the other two.

"He's been falling on his ass all morning long," Harry tells y/n as he calms down, still giggling every once in a minute. Though when he sees y/n frown in amusement, he goes on full tryna-convince-her mode. "Like literally!"

"I've fallen what, three times? And what did you do about it, other than wheezing huh?" Tom defends himself from the other side.

"What else could you expect me to do? Massage your arse??"

This snatched a wheeze from y/n's lungs as her body shrinks down. Clutching her stomach, she rises back up and starts to clap while still laughing hysterically.

"Shut up," Tom mumbles, the tops of his cheeks reddening as if someone pinched them.

Harry sputters out laughs as y/n and Tom tell him more about the pranks they have pulled on the rest of the cast members before. But none of them pulls a laugh as loud as the can toppled over Tom's head does.

"Should I throw the other two too, or are you guys coming here to get them?" Sebastian shouts from quite afar with two more cans in his hands.

"No wait! We're coming!" Y/n manages to string the words together in the middle of another wheel of laughter, all while Harry helps her up and Tom cusses out Sebastian.

With the cans finally in their hands, they come back to sit back at their spots. The time followed by goes like that, Y/n spilling her drink as she opens her can, Tom almost slipping over the same drink as he stands up to enact a scene from his favourite movie he was describing and Harry throwing lame jokes here and there.

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spideyzgirl · 2 years

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could you do a dad!tom fic? more like step dad tom, maybe the reader walks in on her son and tom tom getting along with each other & it makes her happy :)

↳ *father figure* ༉‧₊˚✧

(A/N) no bc i had a hard time figuring out what to title this so i’m sorry about the title- and thank you so much for requesting! everyone who requested you’re angels fr <3

summary ↠ walking in on your son and tom having fun with each other was something you didn’t know you needed to see.

pairing ↠ tom holland x mom!reader

warnings ↠ just fluff

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walking into your home, the sound of giggles and playful screams filled your ears. you caught sight of your little son play fighting tom in your living room. you pouted at the adorable scene in frontof you and you didn't dare interrupt their fun.

it warmed your heart to see the two loves of your life get along with each other. after a while you cleared your throat, giggling when their heads perked up to look at you.

"are you losing a fight to a four year old? i can't imagine how bruised your ego is right now." you spoke up.

your little one shot up and ran over to you hugging your legs as tight as he could. "mommy, i beat tom! did you see me?" he beamed up at you.

“i saw buddy, you're so strong!” you ruffled his hair and pressed a kiss to his head. "can you clean up your toys so we can get ready for dinner?" he nodded and trotted over to the heap of toys on the floor.

"hey love," tom walked over to you, greeting you with a kiss. "when did you get here?"

“a little while ago. i was just watching you two, i love seeing you guys play together.”

"oh darling, i don't think he was playing. that kids got a mean right hook. we should probably get him into boxing." he rubbed his right shoulder soothingly, drawing a laugh from you.

"i'll look into it." out of the corner of your eye you saw how your son, who was paying too much attention to tom to be listening to your conversation, was mimicking toms stance. it made your heart swell knowing that he accepted tom into his life as his father figure.

“tom, he really likes you." you smiled.

“oh, i don't know. we were just bored, didn't have anything else to do." tom shrugged and looked down to hide the smile on his face. hearing you confirm it meant the world to him.

“no, he does. i've never seen him so comfortable with anyone but me. he adores you.”

“really? well, that's good. because i love him a lot, and i love you.”

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cupidsmoonlight · 2 years

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like a book - tom holland

A/N: new post bc its rosh hashana and im blessing u bitches <3 ALSOOOO not tom not saying he loves y/n back...🤚 anyways pt 2?

(tom holland x actress!reader)

summary: why y/n loves tom

word count: over 1000

the day started off normal. well, as normal as your days could possibly be. with the new thor movie coming out, you had a lot of interviews to do. your career took off after being cast as the winter soldiers long lost daughter, created to continue the HYDRA empire. after your “villain era” as you liked to call it, you worked with the heros and became a prime member of “the revengers”. that's actually where you met your best friend and longtime fuck-buddy, tom holland.

you were in your last interview of the day when you heard the stupid interns from “vogue” talking about you.

“i just don’t get it, she's obviously using him”

“you don’t know that”

“come on its tom holland. who wouldn’t want a relationship with him. i know you’ve seen the pictures”

“what if it’s him?”

“what does he have to gain from being with a girl like that? I mean he could have Zendaya if she wasn’t a heartless which”

you quickly finished the interview and rushed out of the building as fast as possible. you found yourself falling into a deep depression. did tom think you were using him? you loved tom. in fact, you were in love with him.

wait.

hold the phone.

you were in love with tom holland.

as if fate was on your side, you heard your phone buzz.

hey

the text plain and simple, yet, effective. with those three letters you knew that he wanted you. he craved you. he needed his fill. at least, you told yourself if was him who needed the fill. even though no other human, man or woman, could touch you like he did. could feel you like he did.

you responded so quick you almost felt desperate. you knew he liked you, god everyone on the planet knew, not only because both of your lives basically belonged to the public domain. No, it was because of the way he talked about you, the way looked at you, posted about you in front of millions of fans, the names he called you, tom holland was head over heels.

too bad, so sad, you thought to yourself.

a psychiatrist would call you delusional. so would all your friends. they could tell you wanted him, they could tell he wanted you, so what were you waiting for exactly...

can you come over?

tom loved the way your words made his heart squeeze. he knew that you didn’t truly realize how deep your own feelings ran. tom knows how your brain works, because he had been paying far too close attention to you, for far to long. you thought he only knew how your body worked but he knew it all. body. mind. soul. he had memorized you like a book.

he would wait forever. he would play a million of your stupid little games if that made you believe you were control of the situationship that you both had found yourselves in. he would do anything for you. and that unconditional love was something you were never ready to accept.

until today.

already on my way. chinese or mexican?

chills ran down your spine as you saw his response. you hated the way your heart clenched. the way you could feel an endless amount of goosebumps take over your long, exposed legs.

this was where everything started to feel a bit more... fuzzy. you could fuck any guy you wanted. lord knows you’d experimented with your fair share of teenage heartthrobs as soon as your acting career launched. but no one, ever, treated you like tom did.

tom wasn’t the first person to make you cum, but lord he had to be the best. sometimes he would torture you with orgasm after orgasm. other days, he’ll deny you of that remarkable finish until you’ve almost passed out. but, the innumerable amount of “finales” he’d oh, so, generously provide, were not the problem.

the problem was that he cared. tom holland cared to stick around after the sex was done. he stuck around through everything. the sicknesses and health. the forplay and the aftercare. the awkward fan questions to your first award show. tom holland was always there.

fucking dick.

mexican please

tom thought he knew what you were doing. if he had known you were contemplating your entire life simply because he asked you if he should bring over mexican or chinese food, he would have gotten the food and b-lined to a ring shop. because, of course, tom holland knew your ring size. if it would ever come up, he would simply say something stupid like, “it’s better to be prepared” with a wink and a smirk.

you heard the three loud knocks on your wooden door and immediately ran to great the young spiderman.

“hi,” you couldn’t contain your grin as you saw the brunette standing in your doorway with a big brown bag in one hand and a huge smile on his face.

“hey sweetheart, how you been?” he greeted you as he kissed you on the cheek and made his way into your giant kitchen. as he placed the bag down onto your dinner table and began unpacking the delicious cuisine that you would be eating very soon, you found yourself with the undeniable urge to hug him.

you quickly wrapped your arms around his muscular torso. you could feel him instantly relax as he let you hold him. you rested your face in between his back muscles and let out a content sigh.

he reached his arms up to cover yours and quickly turned around so you two could be face to face. he pulled you in close. he was worried about you. to be fair, he always worried about you. but this... this was different. In the past, you’d denied any physical intimacy other then sex. now, here you are holding on to tom like he would disappear if you let go. “what's wrong darling?”

“nothing.” you responded shortly as you hid your face in his chest. squeezing him tighter, trying your best to avoid eye contact. tom could feel his hands becoming clammy as his worry grew. he looked down at you as he removed one hand from around your waist to gently grab your face. he squeezed your cheeks as he moved your head up to look at him, you loved when he pinched your cheeks.

“don’t lie to me y/n” he spoke sternly. you pressed your lips together. you finally looked him in the eye as you felt the adrenaline begin to fill your body. why did he have to be so goddamn sexy.

“i love you” he let out a chuckle as you frowned. he noticed your pouty face as he let out a dramatic sigh, “baby i love you too, you know that” he explained. you pushed him away dramatically as you let out a sigh. “tom, listen to me-” you walked back over to him and grabbed his face in your small palms.

you looked him in the eyes as you chose your next few words very carefully,

“tom fucking holland, i’m in love with you”

he stopped. the world stopped.

“what?”

it was as if the world had finally been rightfully been put on its axis for the first time ever. as if the colors became a little bit brighter, simply because these two soulmates had finally interconnected.

ty for reading!

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untitled-document-95 · 2 years

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Don’t Tell Me What To Do (t.holland x reader)

Summary: Reader tries to surprise Tom and doesn’t get the reaction she was looking for.

Warnings: angst, overprotectiveness

Requested: @ebureon “Tom Holland angst to fluff pls”

A/N: This is my first time *ever* posting my own work on Tumblr so go easy on me. If I missed a warning please let me know respectfully and enjoy!!

It wasn't often y/n got to surprise her fiancé, Tom. He was so good at it himself, he usually beat her to it. So when she awoke at an ungodly hour of the morning and couldn’t fall back asleep, she decided to put herself to use. Creeping out of her and Tom’s shared bed, she slipped on some shoes, grabbed her bag, and headed down to the lobby of their apartment. The lobby had a pretty nice little coffee shop, but they didn’t sell pastries and y/n was dying for a Starbucks scone. The walk there was fairly calm, with the morning sun just barely peeking over the skyline. It occurred to y/n that it might be a tad *too* dark to be out and about alone, but that just made her lift her shoulders, walk tall, and grasp her pepper spray a little tighter. Keeping her wits about her, the walk to and then from Starbucks was uneventful. By now, the sun was fully out, shining and ready to welcome a new day.

In the apartment, y/n let the door shut a bit louder than she would have if she was not trying to rouse Tom from his sleep. Sure enough, he was rubbing his eyes when she walked into their bedroom.

“Gooood morning, star shine, the earth says ‘hello!’” you said, giggling. Tom chuckled sleepily.

“Good morning, love, how are y-” Tom stops short when he notices the two Starbucks cups and pastry bag in your hands. “Where have you been?” he asks, almost accusingly. You choose to ignore the change in tone.

“Um, isn’t it obvious? I couldn’t sleep, so I thought I’d surprise you!” You smile widely at Tom.

“Did you walk or Uber?” He asks, still not seeming happy about the unexpected surprise.

“I walked? Why the twenty questions babe?”

“Y/n! Why would you walk all the way to Starbucks this early by yourself!?” Tom exclaims. You try to stay calm, but your defensive side kicks in.

“Why does it matter? I’m a big girl, Tom, I can do what I want.”

“No, you can’t.” Tom says matter-of-factly. His words feel like a stab to the stomach.

“Excuse me?” you say, standing up from the bed and placing the cups and pastry bag on the nightstand. Tom wavers.

“I-i’m sorry, just...don’t do that again without me.”

“No, I’m sorry because I’m not sure what gave you the impression that you get to tell me what to do!” you say, your voice rising and wobbling with impending tears. You can’t decide which you hate more - being told what you can and can’t do, or fighting with the love of your life.

“You’re a woman in a big city alone - tell me how that isn’t dangerous!” Tom shouts back. He’s standing across the bed from you now.

“So? That’s my call to make, not yours!”

“It is my call if you’re going to be my wife!”

“I’m not going to be your wife if that’s how you’re going to treat me!”

The room echoes with the weight of your words. Tom’s face sinks as he absorbs the meaning of your exclamation.

“Do you mean that?” he asks, his voice drained of all anger.

“No,” you reply, your voice hoarse with incoming tears. “I just,” you say, looking at the ceiling to hold the tears in. “I just don’t want to be made to feel that I can’t make my own decisions, take my own risks, you know? I want to marry you, Tom. But I don’t want to be...owned by you.”

“Oh, babe,” Tom says, tiredly rubbing his face with his hands. He walks around to your side of the bed and pulls you into his embrace. You resist slightly at first, but melt into the hug as soon as you breathe in his familiar scent.

“I’m sorry, love. I just can’t imagine losing you,” he mumbles into your neck. You take a deep breath.

“I know, babe. I know.” He pulls away and lightly kisses you, first on the lips, then a lingering kiss to your forehead. His thumbs lazily rub your cheeks. He pulls away and looks you in the eyes.

“I overreacted. Clearly you’re here and safe and I had nothing to worry about. You were just trying to do something nice and I was a complete jerk about it.”

“Laying it on a bit thick, are we?” you ask, imitating his accent just to make him laugh, at which you succeed. He smirks.

“Anything to show you that everything I do, it’s because I love you so much y/n.”

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yanderemcu · 2 years

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Yandere Peter Parker: Stuck in his web

Plans for future:

When your both older he'll want kids with you. Get married one day too. Just when your both older. Your not getting a job though ever though. He can't bare you being away from him,even for a second.

Perfect date:

Movies. Dinner. Cuddles. Basically anything you both can do together.

Where you'll stay:

Anywhere your together basically. House,cabin,Apartment.

How clingy they get:

He's not touch starved...ok maybe a little. He's a clingy type tho. He loves attacking himself to you,being clingy with you and having affection time with you. 10/10.

How they handle killing: (A/N: This was so hard and sad to write he's just a kid. A soft one too. I was about to cry imagine this.)

He's just a kid. He's so soft too. He hates it,the most out of every Mcu character. He sticks them with his webs against a tall building. So they just fall to their death. Or he takes them swinging and drops them.

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itskotka · 2 years

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happier

peter parker x reader

summary: peter parker, being the dumb self-sacrificial idiot he is, breaks up with you because he wants you to be happier. you’re left wondering what you did wrong, and he’s left with a self-induced broken heart. but on the 4th of july, you coincidentally meet him on the rooftop.

w/c: 1.2k

a/n: wrote very late at night with no editing, yes the characters are slightly problematic but who isn’t

Peter never wanted to leave you.

He needed to make that clear, even though he didn’t when he had left in a dramatic fashion that left you speechless. And for as many times as he said ‘I love you,’ the illusion seemed to fade away the second he walked out your door. You didn’t want to believe it, but he chose to leave, and that was the only thing clear about the situation.

So now he was sitting on a rooftop, reminiscing about where it all went wrong. A boom roared in the distance, leaving him on edge. It was the time of year when it was difficult to tell if they were fireworks or gunshots. Differentiating between cries for help and loud children was even worse. He thankfully saw a bright array of colors in the sky and let out a sigh of relief.

Even though it wasn’t intentional, he spotted you out of everyone from the view on the roof. For some reason, it was always you. You were sitting in the living room of a foreign apartment with another guy, smiling carefully. Peter’s body tensed as he realized he had been replaced. It wasn’t hard to imagine; you were beautiful and talented. Anybody was lucky to have you, and he was dumb enough to let you go.

The guy placed his hand in yours and Peter swore he was stabbed through the heart. You grinned back at him and relaxed at his touch. He had to remind himself that this was on him, even if it was intentional or not. The end was bound to come, he had figured. In the last weeks of your relationship, you both fell apart. There were too many tense late nights where you were up waiting and worrying for Peter. There were too many times that he came in through your window injured from reckless decisions. And maybe ending it was another one of those reckless, dangerous decisions.

But when you were the one who got hurt, Peter knew it was over.

The guilt overcame him entirely. The guilt of not being able to protect you and knowing that with him, you could never be happy. All Peter wanted was for you to be okay and for you to be happy. It seemed like he made both of those things untrue. And it killed him, inside and out.

So, he did what he thought he could to keep you safe and happier. As much as he definitely hated the guy you were with, you looked happier. His plan was working, only at the cost of his own happiness. He finally peeled his eyes off of you to acknowledge the light show and the ooh-ing and aah-ing of the crowd. It could distract him for a little while at least.

Unfortunately for him, the fireworks reminded him of you. You were together last year - strictly as friends - on the fourth. Everyone else retreated inside while you two stayed and watched the fireworks over the lake in the cool July air. You were forced to go inside once it started down pouring, but you loved every second of it. Peter loved every second he had with you, but he had to mess that up too.

He loved you, with everything he had, but he had to let you go. You deserved to find someone who could love you and protect you, and that could no longer be him. And although he watched you move on from a distance, he never uttered a word. After all, he left without explaining, and he can only imagine how badly he hurt you.

The thought destroyed Peter. He left you to stop hurting you, but he managed to do that without even being there. His stomach churned at the realization that maybe he didn’t do the right thing. But it was too late now. He turned his attention back to you, who pressed a kiss to the man’s cheek and walked to the door. Tears began forming in his eyes, and he didn’t care enough to stop them.

In a turn of coincidental events, you ended up landing on the same rooftop as your ex, Peter Parker. You simply wanted a place to breathe and take in the fireworks, but it seemed like your plans suddenly changed.

“Peter?” He jumped up and faced you. His eyes were red and his face was splotchy, which was a dead giveaway that he had been crying.

“Hi,” he quietly spoke. The silence was deafening between you, neither wanting to breathe another word. It had only been a month, but the month seemed to last a lifetime. Peter realized he needed to at least clear the air, even if he could no longer be the one to make you happy, “I’m sorry,” he blurted. You studied his face and recognized the purely genuine expression.

“Why did you do it?” He peered down to his feet and drew in a shallow breath. “You started acting weird before you did it, and then just left with just a goodbye? I can’t do this anymore? We were friends first, and I lost even that. Why?” You felt the anger releasing from your chest - anger that you tried to forget was there.

“I wanted to protect you. You got hurt, because of me, because of Spider-Man. I needed you to be okay,” he explained meekly, “And I needed you to be happy.” A sob rose from your throat. You were entirely wrong about the situation, and it made you feel terrible. You always knew Peter struggled with these feelings, so why didn’t you think of it when he ended things so abruptly after you broke your arm while he was on patrol? You wanted to break down right there in his arms and tell him everything was okay, but you couldn’t yet. “Say something, please,” Peter pleaded, voice full of concern.

“I… I thought you didn’t love me anymore. I thought you might’ve found someone new or not wanted me.” Watching his face, you thought he was about to break down instead of you. Another tear fell from his eyes, but he didn’t wipe it away.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” You took a step closer to him, wanting to absorb his hurt and make it all go away. He looked deep into your eyes and suddenly a flicker of jealousy flashed across his face. “Who’s the guy? I saw you. He… He makes you happy.” You almost rolled your eyes at the statement.

“Justin. And I just told him we aren’t going anywhere.” Peter’s eyes jumped back to yours.

“But- Why?”

“You are such an idiot.” He ignored you.

“If he makes you happy, why wouldn’t you stay?” This time you did roll your eyes back at him.

“Because you make me happier. You always have and you always will.” Three fireworks exploded at that moment, one in the air and two in your hearts.

“I’m so, so sorry I did that to you. I got scared, and I shouldn’t have. I trust you. And I love you-”

“Oh shut up already,” you interrupted. You leaned forward and kissed him with all the feeling you had left.

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loverliner · 2 years

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Rumour Has It

Tom Holland x actress!reader

FACE CLAIM: ZENDAYA COLEMAN

Warnings: curse words, rude haters

Summary: rumour has it Tom Holland and actress Y/N Y/L/N are dating, but they keep denying it until a couple of photos surface to the public...

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@tmz_tv actress Y/N Y/L/N and actor Tom Holland seen kissing in a car in Los Angeles, there are many rumours that they were dating however the pair continued to deny it. Follow for more TomYn content!

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@tomholland2013 "I've known it from the moment that we first met, no doubt in my mind where you belong"

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@yourinstagram "they say home is where the heart is, but god, I love the english"

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Biting you || Tom holland

Warnings: Heavy smut, make outs and kisses, sex, reader riding Tom…that’s all really just sex. 18+

Summary: Tom wants you to stop reading your book and pay attention to him. A bite to the ass and you’ve got his full attention to help his needs.

You were laying on the couch reading a book, snuggled up opposite wise with your boyfriend, Tom. Last you checked he had been dozing on and off while watching tv, you could always tell when he was asleep versus when he was awake because he always wanted your undivided attention while conscious.

From playing with your feet whining, to peppering kisses on your face, to block out the book while he plays with your hair. Whatever he could possibly do to get your attention.

A light kick on your arm told you he was awake. “Sweetheart….come on. Put the book down please and let's go out to eat.” Tom whined like a 5 year old.

“Tommy, just let me finish this last chapter, it’s getting interesting. I have to know what happens to her, okay, go get a snack or something. I brought your favourite snacks earlier” You give him one glance, smiling before looking back to your book.

You then feel Tom get up from the couch. Soon he was back, standing next to the couch without you noticing him. That’s when you feel his hands starting to rub and massage your back. Tom slowly started at your shoulders, moving downward softly, removing the tension through your hips.

“mhm, that feels absolutely amazing, baby. I love whatever your doing to my muscles and I won’t complain if you continue, but i’m still finishing this chapter, okay?”

Without a reply, Tom just continued massaging your muscles, confusing you that he still carried on whilst you read your book. You were almost done with the chapter, finding out the shocking plot twist of the book. Every time Tom reached a certain spot on your skin, you moaned out with pleasure at the feeling.

In this chapter the main character had just found out that- There was a sharp pain coming from your ass, pulling you away from your book as you turned to your boyfriend who was grinning. “Did you just bite my ass?” You asked .

“Maybe.” Tom was crawling up your body to your mouth, the book still under your head from when you flipped over in shock.

“Thomas Stanley Holland just because your bored and want my attention does not mean you literally have to bite my ass” His face was right in front of yours, his whole body laying along you.

"But I really wanted to," he says, while slowly pressing his lips against your skin in small pecks, approaching your lips. "I like the way your ass feels, and I needed a way to get your nose out of that book so I could do this." Slowly, his lips touched yours. Just to the left of completely centre. They moved gently against your skin, his lips not leaving your skin as he moved them away to continue kissing your jawline.

Now you realised that your boyfriend was just horny. Tom always wants your attention, but this time he is just craving you. You moved your face down and to the side to catch his lips in another kiss. His hands moving to hold your face, which you love. Tom always was soft with you, whether that was in bed or not. Whenever you was he always treated you like a princess.

He kept kissing you guiding your lips together, and as he nibbled on your bottom lip, his hand found its way to your ass. Tom squeezing it like he always does.

“Mmmpm,” You sighed. Maybe he wasn't always so gentle and soft with you, but it never felt bad, in fact, quite the opposite.

“I think you enjoyed me biting you.” Tom said with a smirk, pulling away from your mouth.

“No I don’t, not at all baby”

“Not at all, huh.” Tom replied with a cheeky grin. “Guess I'll just stop doing it then.”

Your hands reached out to him before he could move too far away from you. "No, no, no. Keep doing it. Please, no." You ended with a small whimper, your voice almost whining. You pressed up against him even more. His body was close to you, on top of you.

The warmth of him radiated off on you, he always made you feel safe. Toms fingers traced your tank top, teasing you. “Mmm, Princess I thought you had to finish your chapter of your amazing book?” He asked, fingers going under your top lifting it up a little. You shook your head no, desperate for him to touch you.

You pulled on his hair, pulling him in for another heated kiss. Feeling him pressed into your body, your hands move down to trace his shirt, lifting it over his head. Tom smirked, lifting your tank top off throwing it somewhere on the floor.

“I-Fuck feels so good” You moaned as he sucked on your neck, your fingers playing with the waistband of his boxers. That’s when he shifted off you, suddenly, pulling you with him.

You whined when he started to take of his jeans, missing the feeling of his skin on yours. Bitting your lip, you watch the jeans fall down as he kicks them away. He was just in his boxers now, his whole body on display with his bulge showing through his boxers.

“Like what you see, baby?” He teased with a smirk, you nodding instantly. Then you realised that you still had your shorts on, you stood up next to him, hurriedly taking off your bottoms and laced panties.

Toms eyes traced your whole naked body, he loved your curves. The way your breasts were free, your nipples hard. He sat back down on the couch, practically drawling over your body.

“Like what you see, baby?” You mocked his words he used on your before. Tom didn’t say anything but pulled you onto his lap, his hands going to the sides of your waist. Now you were straddling his lap naked, whilst he just had his boxers on.

Against your wet and bare core you could feel his barely covered cock, making you feel even more aroused. You felt hot, your heart beating faster, you couldn’t help but grind yourself onto his erection. Tom used his hands on your hips to guide your movements, moans escaping both your mouths.

You felt close, it felt amazing. “Fuck, Tommy.” Moaning into his neck that your head was tucked into. Desperately moving over his clothes cock, you wanted more. “Please, baby. Fuck me” Whining whilst your hands go to his shoulders to rock your hips faster into his.

Tom grunted a moan, hands going to his waistband of his boxers. He tapped your thigh lightly, still realising that you was still pressed against him. “Up, baby girl”

Lifting yourself up a little, you watch as he takes his boxers off, his rock hard dick hitting his stomach. You almost moaned at the sight of the pre cum around the base of it. Toms hands went back to your waist, pushing you back into the place you was before. But this time he was bare, his dick pressing in between your folds.

You both whine at the same time, Toms lips pressing against yours again. Both tongues hitting together into a messy kiss. You grabbed his cock, him moaning in response, you waisted no time in moving his tip into your entrance. Being on top of him completely meant that you could easily and quickly sink down onto him.

“Fuck! Ahhh. Your so tight” Tom grunted into your ear as his cock made you feel full. Sowly, you began moving up and down. Feeling every part of him. Tom closed his eyes, loving the pleasure of you inside him. You both shared another kiss as he started to thrust into you.

“Harder” You breathed out with a huff, feeling yourself getting closer.

He then thrusted into you at a faster and harder pace, moans filling the room. You clench around his dick, his own breathing becoming louder as you knew he was close to his orgasm.

“Do that again-fuck” Tom moaned as you clenched around him again, your hands going to pull at the his curls.

“I’m g-gonnna…cum” You almost scream feeling your walls about to burst.

“I’m right behind you, cum for me, pretty girl”

A loud moan filled the living room. You were gripping Tom as tight as possible, keeping your movements as you came. It felt like heaven. You didn’t stop moving your hips as Tom rocked his hips harder into you. He called out your name one last time before he painted your walls with his seed. Both of you were a moaning mess, both riding each other through your highs.

Toms cock was still inside you when you fell and laid on top of him. “Fuck, that was amazing” Tom breathed out once he caught his breath. He instantly looked down to you, seeing a smile on your face. “You okay?” His softer side came out, he always asked after sex with you.

“Yeah, yeah. Fuck, that was…wow. You okay?” You smiled at him, him still deep inside you. He nodded his head, kissing your lips. You whine against them, feeling him still inside you, you were sensitive.

Tom chuckled, placing one last peck to your lips, “I love you” He moved your hair from your face.

“I love you more” You smiled at him. He really was special.

“Come on, let’s go in a nice relaxing bath” He pulled out of you, slowly, picking you up bridal style walking to the bathroom.

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Cat Allergies; Tom Holland x Reader

authors note: the entire time I was writing this, I found that instead of writing ‘tom’ i kept writing ‘peter’. I didn’t even notice until before I posted

Warnings: none

Pronouns: not specified, you do you boo <3

Being friends with Tom these past couple of years have been the best of your life. You practically knew each other more than you know yourselves. But today you learned something new. Since he had never been to your house, you offered that day because he was curious about your living arrangements. And he knew you had cats. Many cats. But he had never mentioned he was allergic to them until you had asked.

“You want to know what my living situation is? Why?” You asked, grinning.

“Just curious.” He replied, shrugging his shoulders.

“Well then, just come to my house. Boom. That's simple, Tom.”

“Don’t you have cat’s, though?”

“Yes…? You knew that already. Why?”

“I’m allergic.”

“What? Since when?”

Once he told you that, you stopped hugging him as often, worried that the cat hair on your clothes could trigger a reaction. But he told you that it wasn’t a serious allergy, and that all that would happen if he messed with cats was simply just a sniffy nose and a small rash. He assured you that he could go to your house safely.

“Ok, are you ready? Because I have a lot of cats, Tom.” You said, unlocking the door.

“Yes, y/n. I’m ready.” He huffed, pretending to be hurt. You were speaking to him like a child.

“Come into the oasis!” You said dramatically, tossing your keys on the counter.

Before you knew it, all 8 of your cats surrounded you and Tom, causing you to look at him in a panicked manner. But instead of seeing him panic, he smiled gently, walking passed your cats with ease.

“You can still breathe, right?” You asked, genuinely worried, making him turn to you with a smile.

“Yes, y/n. Don’t worry. Who’s these guys?” He asked, pointing towards your two kinkalow cats.

“Oh, they are kinkalow cats. Brothers, actually. If you want to get technical, twins. That one-” you point, “His name is Boris, and that one-” you point to the other, “his name is Sable.”

“Oh, cool. How about that one?”

“Oh! She’s my oriental short-haired cat. Her name is Rosemary.”

“That one?”

“Exotic shorthair. Her name is Aspen.”

“Him?”

“Scottish fold. Haven.”

“Where are the other three?” Tom asked, looking around.

“One is an outdoor cat, because she hates being inside. But she’s not friendly so let’s just say it’s a good thing she’s not here. Yeah?” Tom nods. “I can show you my last two. Their brother and sister. Normal cats. I honestly don’t know the breed.” You said, leading him towards your room.

There is a specific, red scratching post that those two practically own. They are there constantly, and never leave unless it’s time to feed. Tom noticed when walking into your room, it was incredibly small. A twin sized bed, and one small dresser besides the cat post. He saw the front of your apartment was also fairly small in size, and wondered how you could live with so many animals.

Without saying anything, you let Tom walk around the post to find the cats in a small cubby. As soon as they saw him, they couldn’t take their eyes away. Tom just stood there, still as a statue, staring at them.

“They’re so cute, y/n.” Tom said, grinning towards you.

“Thank you.”

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