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katahnisharma · 6 years

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Wouldn’t Miss It

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: none, just some curse words??

Summary: Tom supports the reader in everything, especially on one of the biggest career moments of her life. Getting her PHD.

A/N: This one really wrote itself so I like it a lot but I’d love feedback!! Also I wrote it at 1 am so I’m sorry for any grammatical errors :)

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The alarm sounded, jolting you awake from what had been a lovely sleep. Sighing, you switched off the obnoxious noise and turned on your side, shifting the covers slightly. The space next to you was empty, but a quick feel confirmed that it had not been empty for long. It was still warm. So your boyfriend was somewhere close by.

“Tom?” You called, checking your phone for a message from your advisor. Nothing. You weren’t sure if that was a good sign or a bad sign. Tom answered from the kitchen downstairs.

“In the kitchen love! Come down when you’re ready, yeah?” You smiled to yourself, relishing for a moment in the sheer luck of it all. Tom freaking Holland was your boyfriend. It all seemed like a perfect dream, and you hoped you’d never have to wake up.

Checking the time again, you swung your feet onto the chilly hardwood and walked to the closet to find something nice to wear. After a couple minutes, you decided on a black suit. It made you feel very Meghan Markle and you needed all the confidence you could get. Today was your dissertation to become a Master of Laws, and to say you were nervous was an understatement.

Baby, you’re going to do amazing okay? I don’t know anyone as smart or hardworking as you and you are going to kill it. You could hear Tom’s voice in your head from last night, when the two of you had cuddled on the couch after your last study session. All you could do was freak out, but Tom was there to hold you. He was always there to hold you.

“Oi, you reinventing the wheel up there or what?” Tom laughed from below. You rolled your eyes and chuckled.

“I’m coming, I just need to get this outfit right!” You replied, finishing your look with the ring Tom had given you on your birthday. It was engraved with your initials, and you wore it everywhere. Today was no exception, if anything you needed it today especially. Stepping in front of the mirror and giving yourself a small twirl, you paused and exhaled. Your hand instinctively flew to your abdomen to stop the churning of your stomach, but this time you stopped yourself. Remember, be confident! What would Meghan do?

Grabbing your favorite pair of heels, you padded down the stairs. From the railing you could see Tom in the kitchen, wearing an apron. The sight made you stop and grin. His hair was tousled and curly from sleep and he wore grey sweatpants. Somehow, he managed to look both hot as hell and cute. Some people just have all the luck you giggled quietly. It must not have been quiet enough, because Tom turned around and gazed up at you walking down.

“Wow, you look so beautiful.” he said with a smile, as you crossed through the living room into the kitchen.

“Flattery will get you everywhere, my friend.” You laughed, reaching up to bring him into a kiss. It started out like a feather touch and deepened as his arms snaked around your waist to pull you closer to him. You responded by pulling on his apron strings, twirling them around your fingers, which made him smile. He cupped your face, before pulling away slowly.

“I know, we’ve got nights to prove it”, he teased which made you swat at his arm. Tom’s grin widened before softening. “You hungry at all?”

“I am actually, what did you-” but you stopped when you peered over his shoulder, catching a glimpse of the countertop. A smile broke out onto your face when you realized how much food he had made for you.

“Are these pancakes shaped like hearts? How did you even manage that?” you giggled. Tom chuckled and came up to hug you from behind. He planted a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

“Yeah, I asked Haz actually which was probably inadvisable. But they came out pretty well I have to say. I figured you should have something nice before your dissertation. It’s a big day.” he whispered. You couldn’t stop the enormous smile that found its way onto your face.

“How on earth did I get so lucky?” you asked, spinning around to face him. Tom smiled softly, bringing his head to rest on your lightly.

“I ask myself the same question everyday, darling. But you need to eat now or you’ll be late. I really fucking wish I could be there, I hate that I have to shoot today.” You smiled reassuringly.

“It’s fine Tom, I have one person ahead of me so I’ve got an hour to prepare beforehand. And I know they need you out there. Besides, if you skipped shooting to come see me give a shaky speech on racial bias in law enforcement, Marvel may have second thoughts about letting you read more scripts.” Tom laughed.

“Well, even if they did it wouldn’t matter to me. I like the fake scripts more than the real ones, if we’re being honest. And as long as I’ve got you, I’m good.”

“Yeah? Good news then, because you will. I’m staying whether you like it or not!”

“I’m glad, because I probably would have had Harry and Sam kidnap you if you tried to leave me!” The two of you stood there, just staring at the other adoringly. The two of you felt like you could stay there, in that moment, for an eternity. Just staring, hopelessly in love.

“Let’s postpone you staring at my godlike features so we can eat.” Tom wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Fiiine, let’s see what these pancakes taste like then.” you replied, as Tom smirked and picked up the whipped cream to spray in your mouth.

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After breakfast, Tom drove you to the university. You tried to protest, claiming that he would be late to shoot himself and you were perfectly capable of taking the subway, but Tom wouldn’t hear it. He practically carried you into the car.

“I have to take you, since I won’t bloody be able to be there. It’s driving me mad, that I’m gonna miss this. It’s everything you’ve worked for your entire life. I’m so so proud of you Y/N, at least let me

drive my girl.”

“You’re such a div, but I love you Tommy. Thanks for the ride, I really mean that. AND I’M PROUDER OF YOU MY BABY PETER PARKER!!” you squealed as the car pulled up to the steps of your school. Tom groaned dramatically.

“Ughhh, Peter isn’t a baby Y/N, he’s a man!” You shrugged and reached over the console to grab Tom’s head in a sloppy kiss.

“Ah, but you’re my baby so there!” Tom grinned at you, as you cupped his face in your hands, his own brushing the hair away from your face. He kissed you again softly, and then his lips found their way to your neck to place a gentle one there too. You bit your lip, which threatened to break into a smile.

“Go knock them dead love, you’ve got this!” He said, your hands entwining as you opened the car door and took hold of your briefcase. You turned back to look at him.

“I love you Tom.”

“I love you more Y/N, and I swear to God if you don’t text me as soon as you finish I’m going to personally eat all your chocolate!” Tom joked, relinquishing your hand reluctantly. Your head whipped around as you gasped in mock horror.

“What? You’d steal my chocolate? Tom if you even touch it, you’re dead!” you laughed, feeling the nerves start to settle in again. Tom stopped laughing when he noticed your face.

“Y/N, look at me. No matter what happens in there, I and everyone else will always love you. But I believe in you and I have no doubt that you’ll kill it” He always knew what you were feeling, and just what to say after. Tears sprung from your eyes.

“And don’t cry, your eyes will get puffy!” Tom teased. You giggled and waved him away, now ascending a couple steps. As you reached the top, you turned back and saw that Tom was still there at the bottom. He ducked his head so he could see you at the top and pulled a ridiculous face.

Dork. But my dork so we find it cute. You waved and stuck out your tongue. From all the way up, you could still see Tom laugh inside as he pulled away. Snapping back to reality, you felt the butterflies return. That bitch anxiety had reared its ugly head again.

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After an hour, you stood in front of the door to your advisor’s room, seriously considering leaving and going to get a donut or something.

Don’t do it Y/N, don’t psyche yourself out.

Yeah, okay easier said than done. You still had to go in and give a speech in front of some of the most important people in the university. And you hated public speaking with a passion. It took you right back to high school essay readings, which made you want to vomit.

Let’s just get this over with.

Your trembling hand touched the doorknob and gave it a turn.

“Ms. Y/L/N? Come inside please.” your adviser said, sitting with a row of other judges. Kind of like a firing squad, but you tried to put that imagery out of your head.

“If you could take a seat, we need to confer between ourselves first and then we will cue you to begin.” You nodded silently, mustering a polite smile as you sat down, pulling out your notecards to review one last time. It had been five minutes since you entered when you heard a knock at the door behind you. The judges looked up from their papers and one on the left, an elderly blond man with glasses, called for the mystery visitor to enter.

“I hope I’m not late.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. That’s weird it sounds just like-

“Tom?” You nearly shouted, turning around to come face to face with your boyfriend’s extremely cocky smirk. Tom’s eyes crinkled as he sat next to you, gripping your hand in his. You tried to speak but you couldn’t, you were dumbstruck.

“You really thought I’d miss this? No fucking way, I’m gonna see my girlfriend get her dissertation.”

“Oh my god, y-you have no idea how glad I am that you’re here. I’m so nervous I could throw up.”

“Ms. Y/N? Whenever you’re ready, you can begin. Just come to the front please.” one of the men called out. Tom looked over at you and gave your hand a squeeze.

“Go knock ‘em dead!” You gave him a nervous smile, bit your lip, and walked to the front of the room, where a podium had been left. Okay, this was good. I don’t have to figure out how to stop my knees from shaking. They won’t be able to see.

!” You looked back at him one more time and gave him a nervous smile. Well, it was more of a cringe, but Tom smiled to himself anyway. That was his girl, going off to give her dissertation.

Now at the front of the room, you leant on the podium a little. At the very least, it was to stop you from shaking, and it did the trick. You shuffled your papers awkwardly for a few seconds, and then looked up, your heart in your throat.

And there was Tom, sitting in the back, grinning so hard he looked like his mouth would stay that way. But it didn’t matter. All you cared about was that the man you loved stopped his entire life to see you fulfill your dreams. In that moment, you knew that you needed him to stick around, forever if it was convenient. And that you could do this.

Your breathing slowed and so did your heartbeat, as you let yourself relax.

“The injustice of our current law enforcement system….”

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When you finished, your body literally shook with relief. It was over. Three years of independent research and countless hours of staying up late doing mountains of work had actually paid off. You couldn’t help but laugh as your adviser stood up and cheered, prompting the other judges to do the same. But your eyes looked back to the one person who mattered most in that instance. Tom.

Your eyes locked on him and you saw that he was smirking. But for a change, it wasn’t teasing. It was a mixture of pure pride and something else. Maybe an I-told-you-you-could-do-it kind of thing. Or possible something a little deeper.

One by one, the judges came up to congratulate you, shaking your sweaty palms which you had feverishly wiped on your blazer. Well, you can’t look flawless all the time. When at last your adviser had said goodbye, it was just you and Tom, alone in the big auditorium. He standing in the back smiling at you, you in the front biting your lip to keep from grinning yourself. Tom rocked back and forth on his heels excitedly, when you suddenly dropped your bag and papers and ran down the aisle.

“Y/N, baby I’m so incredibly-” but you didn’t let him finish. Tom could barely take a breath before your lips were on his, trying to close the little space there was between you. Your fingers wrapped around the sides of his face, and you stood slightly on your tiptoes to reach him. And then Tom reacted. He pulled you flush to his chest with his arms around your waist and picked you up. You broke the kiss and laughed as Tom smiled up at you, kissing the soft areas around your ears and neck. The two of you couldn’t stop smiling.

“You did it. My girlfriend just got her fucking PHD!” he yelled into the empty auditorium. You giggled and then put a hand over his mouth.

“Tommy, someone’s gonna kick us out, shush!” you whispered. Tom kissed your closed hand.

“I couldn’t care less. The whole world needs to know that Y/N Y/L/N, the love of my life, is a doctor!” You chuckled until you registered what he had just called you. He just said…

“Oh, I-uh meant to lead up to that.” Tom whispered, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

“Yeah? But-I thought that-”

“I know, we had a timeline. But there’s been something I’ve been meaning to ask you for a long time.” Before you knew it, Tom was down on one knee and your mouth hung open, desperately trying not to sob with joy. Tom was tearing up too.

“Y/N, my darling, ever since we met, I’ve known. And I know that’s cliche and you’d say that’s impossible because you weren’t sure you believed in true love. But it’s true. When you walked into my life, I knew it was you. You’re the only girl who’s ever taken me as I am, and loved me in spite of everything. I watch you do things like this and I just fall in love with you even more. Even when you’re not around, I think of you and my day seems to get better. Because that’s who you are. The beautiful, intelligent, kind girl who’s stolen my heart. So, since I have a feeling I won’t get it back, there’s something I need to ask you.”

At this point you were basically weeping, and Tom was laughing through the tears falling from his own eyes. Was this really happening? Tom cleared his throat to let his voice flow. He brought out the ring box and opened it. It was a beautifully cut diamond, and the band had rubies in it. Red was your favorite color, but of course he knew that.

“Y/N, would you mar-“ you jumped into his arms and kissed him again. This time it was pure happiness, the two of you entwined and laughing giddily.

“Yes, yes!! A hundred times yes!!!” You shrieked, peppering him with kisses while he struggled to get the ring out of the box.

Tom whooped, spinning you around and sliding the ring onto your trembling hand. He was ready to just carry you to the altar right there. When you looked at it, you didn’t feel nervous or scared. It felt like home.

“So, whatever happened to our three year plan? What changed?” Tom teased. You scrunched up your nose and shrugged.

“Hmm, I don’t think anything changed Tommy. I think I just realized that it hadn’t.” You replied with a smile. Tom kissed your nose and then your lips again.

“Come on, love. It’s time to go celebrate.”

“Yes. For two things really.”

“I love you Y/N.”

“I love you more Tommy.”

And it was just like a movie, where the two finally see each other after the longest time, and all they want is to just be lost in each other. Completely. The two of you walking out of the building, hand in hand, oblivious to everything but then. Because nothing in the world could ever matter as much as you could to the other. Because it was love.

“You and me love. You and me.”

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almightyhollands · 7 years

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Surprises

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Request: heyyyy babe! your one of my faves and i know that you love harrison too so i was maybe wondering if you could do a daddy smut w him? with a lil bit of spanking if you can. if not i understand(:

A/N: yikes ive read a lot of kinky fucked up shit on tumblr but ive never written it so this is gonna be an experience lets go

It had all started innocently enough. You had woken up early that morning to go run some errands, so Harrison was shocked to see you awake when he had walked into the kitchen that morning. “Good morning, baby.” He said, pressing a sweet kiss to your temple. You smiled and greeted him, pulling the sticker from and apple you were cutting up. “Why are you up so early?” He asked.

Without turning to him, you begin to speak. “There was a problem with our rent this month, so I’m going to go talk to the landlord and then go down to the bank.” You explained, pulling a towel off the rack to wipe the sticky apple juice from your fingers before turning around and cupping Harrison’s face with your hands. You pressed a soft kiss to his lips before pulling back and smiling sweetly, turning back to the cutting board.

“Well I’m going out with Tom tonight, so I might be home a little late, alright?” You nodded. “Get it done, baby.” He says, landing a playful yet firm slap on your ass. You gasped, your hands flying to grip the counter as you bit your lip, your eyes closed in both shock and pleasure. You turn to Harrison to see his eyes wide in surprise, an eyebrow cocked. You cleared your throat.

“Well, you’d better get going.” You said awkwardly, hoping to eradicate the subject of your obvious enjoyment of the feeling of his hands. A smirk grew on his lips, gripping his keys in one hand and your hip in the other.

“I might be home a little earlier than planned.”

You, however, are home a little later than planned that afternoon, an unscheduled lunch with your best friend adding a dew hours onto your clock. Harrison’s car is already parked in its usual spot which surprises you, as his days with Tom usually took up the majority of his night. Your face screws up in embarrassment as you remember the incident from this morning and you roll your shoulders and grab your leftovers, hoping to evict the memory from the place it had taken in your mind. You ride the elevator up to your large shared apartment until you reach your floor, and then your front door. You let out a sigh of relief as you walk inside, carrying your leftovers to the kitchen counter and setting them down.

“Haz? I’m home.” Your voice echoes through the seemingly silent apartment. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, slowly pivoting on your heels to move toward your shared bedroom. “Harrison?” You asked again, your voice bouncing off the walls. When you turn down the hall your bedroom is in, you’re slightly concerned to see that the door is, unusually, closed. You narrow your eyes and reach for the doorknob, turning it slowly and pushing it open.

Your boyfriend stands before you, a triumphant look on his face. There are several candles lit around the room and all you can smell is lilac (his favorite, and a personal bias of yours). “You are home much later than I had anticipated, pretty girl.” His voice is low as he speaks to you and it sends a rush through your body. He slowly moves toward you and you blanch as he reaches for your hips. You always swore that no matter how many times and how long he touched you, it would still make your heart stop in over-excitement.

“I had lunch with Isla.” You say, sighing with contentment as he presses a soft kiss to your neck. You’re both confused and aroused at his salacious attitude, but you can’t find it in yourself to care as he continues to leave love bites down your neck, pulling back to admire the marks he’s left on you. He runs a light finger across the red blotches falling in a line down the side of your neck.

“I missed you.” He says lowly, and despite the heat flowing through your body, you snicker slightly.

“I missed you too.”

“I think we should do something different tonight.” He says, and you raise a curious eyebrow.

“In what way?” You ask, and he hums.

“Remember this morning?”

Your cheeks flush and you finally break the intense eye contact the two of you had shared, looking down in embarrassment. Harrison laid a rough hand on your cheek, another slipping down to your ass. “Listen, Harrison, that was an accident. I really don't know what came over me.”

“Don't lie to me, baby. I know you.” He lowered his voice, moving your eyes to look up into his. “You liked it.” In unison with his voice, the hand not holding your face in place roughly squeezed, causing you to gasp and surge forward. You look up at him in surprise, and he grins down at you. “Now, something different?” He suggests, and you nod silently, your eyes glazed over in arousal as you looked up at your boyfriend. His lips meet yours, the sweet kisses the two of you usually shared bypassed by the passionate kiss Harrison had caught you in.

He leads you, walking backward as he drags you with him until his knees hit the bed. In an effort to keep your lips attached, you plant both knees on the bed, straddling his lap. Both of his hands found their way to your hips, pushing them down against his and guiding them forward. You break away from the kiss to take a deep breath, releasing a small moan as Harrison ground your hips against his own. One of his hands releases your hip to swat your ass and you gasp, your head dropping to his shoulder. You grind harder against him, your arousal heightening at the sting against your skin. “Like that?” He asks, and you nod frantically, lifting your head to look in his eyes.

“Just like that.” You confirm, moaning loudly as he slaps your ass again, staring at you to gauge your reaction, grinning as you grind harder against him. He stands, an arm around your waist to keep you from falling until you find your footing. You stand before him, your hands on his chest as he tugs the hem of your shirt upward, his breath hitching in his throat as his hands fall on your covered breasts. You roll your eyes at his over-excitement before you start unbuttoning his shirt, tugging it off his shoulders. He tugs at the waistband of your pants, not bothering to unbutton them. You bite your lip, watching as he pulls down his own pants, leaving the two of you in only your underwear.

“Get on the bed, baby girl.” He demands quietly, and you immediately obey, moving to head of the bed on your knees to drop down, lying on your back and spreading your legs to accommodate your boyfriend. He hums in approval, staring down at your for a moment before jumping at the opportunity to kiss you, crawling between your legs and kissing up your torso, before his lips find yours. Your legs wrap around his waist, bucking your hips up against his. He hums, rutting his hips against yours and trailing his lips down your neck. You moan his name loudly as he thrusts particularly rough against your covered core. “(Y/N).”

“Hm?” You hum, your arms coming around him to grip at his shoulder blades.

“Call me daddy.”

You blanch, your eyebrows furrowing as he stills, his head still pressed in the crook of your neck. Though you aren't uncomfortable doing as he had asked, you're surprised. Harrison, even though the two of you had been together for a considerable amount of time, had never seemed to take much of an interest in a daddy kink, nor had he ever even brought it up to you. It was definitely something that interested you, and the mental imagine of Harrison pounding into you as you moaned the sobriquet made you moan.

He let out a silent sigh of relief and resumed the motion of his hips, his head rising to stare down into your eyes. You whimper, your heels pushing his hips farther into yours. “I need you, now.” You whine, and he raises an eyebrow in expectation. “Please,” you lowered your voice in an attempt to be sultry, “daddy.” This is enough to make him keen, his hips stuttering against yours. He rises to his knees, tugging his boxer briefs off and pulling down your panties quickly.

“Bareback?”

“For fucks sake, Harrison, how many times do I have to tell you to not call it that?” He snickers and shakes his head. In lieu of words, he grips himself and rubs his tip against your clit. The annoyance you feel towards him immediately vanishes as you grip his biceps. “Oh, shit.”

“Say it.” He demands, and you blush, your heart rate speeding up. “(Y/N).” He warns, his voice dark as he glares down at you.

“Daddy.” You moan, rolling your hips up in order to get more pleasure from him. “Daddy, please. Please fuck me.” You beg, and he groans, immediately pushing into you.

“Oh, fuck.” He whispered, his head falling into the crook of your neck. He draws his hips back, slamming them back against yours as you cried out. His pace picks up until it's almost unbearable; the skin slapping stings in the most delicious way possible as he pounds into you, one hand planted firmly beside your head and one gripping the headboard.

You throw a leg over his hips, causing him to pause. “Let me be on top.” You demand softly, and he nods frantically, pulling out of you and leaning up against the headboard. His hands grip your hips as he guide you to kneel over him, gripping his member in your hand as he moans lowly at the feeling of your skin against his. You slowly sink down on him, your mouth falling open as he growled quietly, his grip on your hips tightening to the point that you're sure you'll have bruises. Once you're fully seated, you drop your forehead against his and look into his eyes.

“I fucking love you.” He whispers, his voice husky and his eyebrows furrowed.

“I love you.” You repeat, rising on your knees until he was almost completely out of you before dropping back down, taking all of him at once. “Oh, god, I love you so much.” You cried, his eyes still boring into yours.

You pick up your pace, until you're bouncing on his cock, his head leaning against the wall as you moaned loudly.

“Fuck, (Y/N), just like that. Just like that.” He cries, his hips stuttering up off the bed.

“I'm coming, Daddy.” You warn him, and you're grateful that his hands are holding you in place, otherwise you're sure that you would have fallen down by now.

You fall anyway, leaning against his bare chest as you grind against him, whiteness blinding you as you clenched around him. He hold you close as your orgasm sets off his own, his hands splayed across your back as he comes inside you.

Your energy is wasted when you finally come down from your high, your cheek pressed against against his chest, your arms around his torso.

“I love you. So, so much.” He declares, pressing a soft kiss against your shoulder.

“I love you more,” Your lips curl into a devious smile, “daddy.”

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