#richkid!peter parker
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pink film
synopsis: being forced to stay home for the summer starts to feel worse when you have to deal with your sister’s engagement party. not to mention the return of your ex-boyfriend is starting to bombard your sanity.
pairing: richkid!tom holland x richkid!reader
genres: richkid!au, exes to lovers, camgirl/camboy → for @venomsilk’s valentine’s day bingo!
warnings: explicit content (18+ only): oral sex, vaginal sex, fingering, overstimulation, camming, some angst
wc: 11.3k
a/n: happy valentine’s day! this took me so long to write and it was also supposed to be like 5k but i went overboard hfgdhjkdhf. the original title was pink moon/blue film (a blue film is slang for... yk... Adult Films) but i decided that this fic is full of pink and red, as are most of my fics. feel free to give me feedback and i’m sending a virtual rose to all of you today 🌹
mini playlist to go along with the fic <3
No amount of champagne in your system would be able to tolerate the people in your backyard. Yes, you knew most of the people in your cookie-cutter town, but you’d avoid anyone you even remotely knew at all costs when you were home for college. But rather than spending the summer backpacking across Europe with your best friend, your parents much preferred that you stayed home to learn the ropes of the family business, not to mention you were forced into an internship set up by your father. Even if you tried, you couldn’t escape them, and you certainly couldn’t opt out of your older sister, Ava’s, lavish bachelorette party. Or engagement party. Whatever the fuck this was.
Ava outshined you every chance she got — perhaps because she was someone who actually enjoyed vanity since childhood and was thrilled whenever there was an opportunity to show off your family’s wealth with her clothing and her attitude. She likes to joke about how you’re probably adopted or that when you came out of the womb, your face was stuck in a “fucked up little frown” and it hasn’t budged since. Not for the next twenty-one years of your life. And now, you’re hopelessly pouring golden liquid into your glass, watching it slosh around as you roll your eyes to the sound of your sister squealing along with her friends and fellow club members of stupid little elite society. Your sister used to boast about how philanthropic it was, but really, it was an excuse for her to climb the social hierarchy and get blackout drunk on the way.
Leaning over the porch of the backyard, you scan the scene. You blend in easily as you stalk in your little orb, unbothered by the rest of the family and about one hundred of Ava and her fiancé, Matt’s, friends. Swallowing the champagne down your throat, you briefly catch the eye of a friend of a friend, waving awkwardly when your brain quickly realizes that you have to wipe the scowl off your face at that very moment. Fuck accidental eye contact.
“Enjoying your night?”
You jump when a hand finds itself on the small of your back. When you turn, you see Matt in his suit, putting his hands up in surrender as he apologizes for startling you. You give him a tightlipped smile and smooth out your vintage Miu Miu dress.
“Yeah. Just, um, tired,” you mutter.
“You know there’s other stuff to drink than just champagne, right?” Matt nods to your glass. Your fourth glass.
“I’m trying to be good,” you shrug.
“C’mere.”
It takes you by surprise when he takes your hand and leads you into your kitchen. Without a word, he takes a flute from the cabinet and rummages the fridge quickly for an opened bottle of champagne, Cointreau, and cranberry juice.
“What are you doing?” you raise an eyebrow as he fixes a concoction. Once he’s done, he pushes the champagne flute towards you with a smirk.
“It’s a poinsettia. Champagne, cranberry juice, and orange triple-sec.”
“Impressive,” you nod, taking a sip.
“Matty! There you are!” Ava suddenly appears. You admit that she looks as beautiful as ever, peachy glitter eyeshadow adorning her eyes that matches her orange dress. “Wow. Finally, you two are bonding. Sorry if she said anything off-putting to you, darling.”
“I’m right here!” you snap at your sister. She flashes you a brief fake smile laced with plastic and nudges Matt towards the door.
“Don’t scare any of my friends away, please. Also, I saw your boyfriend,” she teases, nudging you.
“What? I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“Helloooo, our neighbor? Tommy Holly?”
“We stopped seeing each other,” you hiss, crossing your arms.
“Sheesh, wonder why,” Ava responds, making a face.
Your cheeks are warm once she leaves you alone in the kitchen. You can’t help but clench your jaw at your sister’s attitude, how constantly belittling she could be. Not to mention that the knowledge that Tom Holland is in the vicinity makes your stomach flip onto its side. You considering going upstairs to hide in your room, but for some reason, you want to stick it out. As if you’re challenging yourself. As if maybe seeing your ex-boyfriend would be like throwing knives with all of the possibility of deepening cuts you already had, but you tell yourself after your fifth drink that you’d be able to dodge them. You always did find pleasure in pain.
You genuinely hate admitting that Tom was the love of your life. Ever since you were kids. You were never friends necessarily, despite your families being rather close with one another throughout your adolescence. It was in your teenage years when you started to gravitate towards Tom at family gatherings. You would daydream about him at school, think about what he does in his room alone or what his mouth might taste like.
By the time Tom went off for university, you were sure it was time to get over him. You had to focus on your studies. Even if Tom went to university close enough to commute, there was no point in pursuing him when he’d be in an environment where he could probably take home anyone he wanted. Girls that were far prettier, far more mature. Girls from university. Plus, you were certain he didn’t think anything of you anyway. Even getting him to look at you was like grasping for straws.
One night at the beginning of year thirteen, Tom had climbed up your window. It was bold of him, really, considering he had always been particularly quiet around you growing up. You were friendly with the twins considering they were in the same year as you, but you and Tom were more acquaintances than childhood friends — he might’ve been in your room only once or twice before in the whole time he’d known you. So when your window opened and his curly head popped in, you nearly had a heart attack.
“What are you doing here?” you seethe. If looks could kill, Tom Holland would be six feet under.
“I was bored,” Tom mumbles. He says it like it’s a logical answer.
“No, really, what do you want? My parents are asleep!” you whisper-shout. It was funny how often you think about this boy, yet when he’s right in front of you, you’re yelling at him.
“I just... I always see your light on really late and I was curious and we never hang out even though our moms are basically best friends?” Tom rambles, running a hand through his curls. He looks crazy standing in the middle of your bedroom. “Also, I’m very intoxicated and very lonely and tend to be very impulsive in both states. But also, I’ve always wanted to see if I could crawl up to your bedroom without falling on my face. And look! I did.
“Okay, Spider-Man, you’ve gotta be quieter. But fine, we can hang out,” you sigh. You smile at him warily as you grab his shoulders lightly to help him sit on the bed.
You had talked that whole night, not sleeping until four in the morning. From then on, the two of you were inseparable. He was smitten with you for a year until it came time for you to graduate. The two of you were already having trouble with miscommunications, along with your own stress of starting your first year of Oxford University. But God, you were in love with him. You were sure he was, too, but as that autumn came, it seemed like the warmth that usually radiated from Tom was fading with the change of seasons. To put it briefly, during the breakup, Tom mastered nonchalance and you didn’t.
That’s why you’d hardened in your first year of Oxford. It was nice to be physically away from Tom, but his face showed up in your dreams every night. He’d left a mark on you that you would attempt to scrub off until your skin was raw, but the remnants would still stay like a tattoo.
Although both of you stayed civil — friendly, even — the thought of bumping into him in this current vulnerable state made you want to shove your head into an oven. A cigarette was all you needed. It’s not a habit you’re proud of, but it helps in situations where you need to occupy your mouth with something, and screaming enough decibels to break glass was certainly not an option.
Before you grab your cigarettes from the pocket of your coat in the foyer, you step back into the kitchen and grab a large mug and fill it with the rest of the champagne. Might as well dull the senses.
The cool air soothes you once you step out of your front door with your cigarettes, exhaling with another gulp of your champagne to wash down your nerves. You shiver at the view of the sunset, rosy-blond light flooding a backdrop of blue so that your bare arms were awash in liquid light. Your suburb feels so still. When the sky was this organically beautiful, it was funny that it’s set with the mundanity of luxury architecture — ornate, spiky gates with artificial lawns in front of houses that looked drawn out of a Barbie movie. God, how all that cleanliness was so uninteresting.
A sharp exhale. Malaise is what you feel. Psychological brain fog. The footsteps padding towards you on your large front porch snaps you out of your lamentations and when you turn your head, you’re met with the last face you want to see.
Tom is slouched coolly on the railing of the porch stairs and looks down on you. His hair is longer than you remember him ever having it. He smiles at you softly as if the two of you are close friends.
“Guess we had the same idea,” Tom muses, taking the last puff of his cigarette before throwing it on the ground and stomping out the cherry with his heel.
“Since when do you smoke?” you retort.
“Since when do you?”
“Since someone broke my heart,” you mumble.
“What was that?”
You hold your breath.
“Nothing.”
When he crouches down, for some reason you briefly think he might touch your shoulder, embrace you somehow, but he keeps his distance as he sits down on the stairs with you. Part of you wants him to touch you. He looks beautiful under the emerging moonlight with his silky button-down over his broad figure, his hair in smooth curls, and his hands adorned in shiny rings. Even his smell draws you in — the familiar, nostalgic scent of a fireplace and the hint of vanilla. You realize you haven’t been this physically close to Tom since before your breakup.
“Um, how’s Oxford?” When he looks at you, you feel your rib cage open like the jaws of a shark. You’re vulnerable from the alcohol but also slightly buzzed, cigarette in your hand as more of a comfort than an antidote.
“Good. How’s London?”
“Good. University is university,” Tom shrugs.
“Mhmm,” you hum. The silence between you two feels like a fragile bubble. Neither of you are daring to break it. You feel almost relieved when he speaks again.
“I like your dress.”
“I know. You were the one who picked it out at the store,” you give him a small smile.
“I was?” Tom furrows his brows in confusion.
“Yes, we were at a consignment shop in Rome. I had one vintage Prada and this vintage Miu Miu and I couldn’t decide between them so you picked Miu Miu for me.”
“Oh,” he murmurs. He tries to hide the small smile on his face as he thinks about the two of you spending time together. The memory comes back to him, how the shop was one of many the two of you visited during your brief trip to Rome during an autumn holiday. “Well, did I make the right choice?”
“Yeah. I get tons of compliments. All thanks to your impeccable taste,” you chirp. You’re sarcastic in your tone but Tom can’t help but light up when he sees your eyes glimmer in a disposition that’s almost friendly. Although you’re polite to him in public, he always feels like you’re throwing daggers at him. Your civility feels almost eerie. Usually, you wouldn’t even tease him as a friend. It was something he missed, and he loved that he was hearing it in your voice now.
You settle your gaze on a rabbit in your front yard instead of Tom’s face. Slender fingers wrap around your still-burning cigarette. You frown as you watch Tom take it from your lips to his own, taking a long, smooth drag and blowing it in your face.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to aim for your face,” Tom mutters, waving his hand in front of you. It makes you flinch.
“Thief,” you sigh. You purse your lips when you hear him snicker quietly.
“So. Matt Atkinson, huh?”
“Yeah,” you nod.
“That’s so funny. Considering Ava is kind of, like… you know. And he was a stoner loser when I went to school with him.”
“I know. Guess he girl bossed really close to the sun.”
Tom chuckles at your comment. “Yeah, I barely recognized him tonight. Super hot.”
“Oh, man, maybe you should’ve made the move before he turned into a yuppie!”
“Please,” Tom rolls his eyes. “Remember when Ava actually had a crush on me?”
“Yes. She was so fucking annoying about it. That’s probably why I always avoided you.”
“You avoided me?” Tom exasperates, frowning.
“Yes. She was all over you when we were like fifteen. You know I can’t stand to see her happy.”
“What, were you jealous of her? I didn’t even like her back then!” Tom teases.
You grimace as you bite your bottom lip. You always thought that maybe you’d have a chance with Sam or Harry when you were younger because Ava had already claimed Tom. And God, was she obnoxious in trying to win him over to the point where you’d just avoided them both. Luckily, her crush had died down once she’d gone off to university. Meanwhile, Tom was starting year thirteen while you were starting year twelve, and so your infatuation with him began.
“I wasn’t jealous,” you protest.
“But, really, did you fancy me when we were kids?”
“We’re still kids,” you shrug.
“Y/N.”
“No. Not until I was in twelfth,” you tell the truth.
“Interesting. I’d liked you since you were in ninth,” Tom admits casually.
Still do.
You look at him with a wide gaze, blinking a few times before flitting your eyes towards something else entirely.
“Oh, God, the Tom Holland? Liked me?” you scoff, though you settle for a tone that’s more playful. You bite your lip while you continue to process his words. You know you shouldn’t feel excited to know that Tom had liked you first considering you two were over now. That gummy feeling in your stomach that you felt as a teenager for Tom would never happen again.
“Yes, so much that I asked you out and spent a year with you.” His expression is innocent but there’s an intent of earnestness.
“Huh. So many lifetimes we’ve lived. And now here we are.”
“Yeah,” Tom breathes. “Here we are.”
Awkward beat. Tom coughs stiffly.
“Um. Can I?” he nods towards the mug in your hand. You hand it to him.
“Jesus, I thought this was water or something. This is so much champagne, Y/N.”
“I needed it,” you shrug. You feel wired all of a sudden. “Do you ever think about how there’s a parallel universe where we don’t meet at all or like, one of our families never move here so we don’t ever cross paths? Or a universe where we grow old together and I bully you in the nursing home. Or one where you and Ava actually get together. Or—”
“One where we’re still together.”
You look at him, suddenly feeling an immense weight in your stomach. Visions of the two of you come back to your brain like an alcohol-induced fever dream. But no, this is real. He really is sitting this close to you. He gives you a sad smile and takes a sip from your mug.
“That’d be weird, wouldn’t it?” you quip, biting the inside of your teeth. Tom can’t tell if your sudden ditziness is a result of your drunkenness or if you were being sarcastic.
“I don’t know,” he says softly. There’s something in his brown eyes that you can’t fathom. You remember when you could always tell how he was feeling just by looking into his eyes. Tom would call you a psychic, how nothing could get past you. How ironic it is that you’re right in front of him and you’re drowning in his eyes, naive and estranged. “I’m… really sorry about what happened to us, Y/N.”
You chuckle in a way that’s almost mocking. Tom thinks you’re about to cry.
“You don’t have to do that right now. It’s corny,” you mutter, shaking your head. “Everything’s fine, I promise. I’m very glad we’re good friends now.”
“Are we?”
“Sure we are.”
“I want you to know that I didn’t want to hurt you. And I was really in love with you. I regret a lot of the things I said.”
“It’s been like three years, Tom. It’s in the past.”
He closes his mouth, trapping the guilt inside until it’s lodged in his throat. You sigh when you realize your tone might’ve been too cruel.
“I’m not upset anymore, really. Time’s passed, you know? I was eighteen. We can just move on and be okay,” you bite your tongue. Even though you’d always wanted this apology, the memories of the breakup come back in a flood. You needed to be sober to have this conversation. You didn’t even want to have this conversation.
“I— Alright. We’re okay,” Tom nods slowly. He wants to say more to you but your demeanor is dismissive. He’s too afraid to upset you now. He doesn’t know how you’d react if he expressed any feelings of attraction or desire towards you again, so he decides it’s best for him to keep his distance. He’s just barely sorted out his current feelings about you. All he knows is that ever since he arrived at your house tonight, his eyes were fixed on you in a way that mirrored how he used to look at you.
Subconsciously, he leans towards you very slowly. Or maybe the world is spinning and you’re hallucinating. With your luck, maybe the champagne was mixed with acid or something horrid. No, this is all real. And everything feels like it’s spinning and his cologne is the only thing you can smell. You flutter your eyes as if expecting him to kiss you.
It seems that he’s anticipating the same thing from how he looks at you. Both of you inch closer to one another with slow vehemence but are interrupted by the sound of your front door opening.
“Oh, oops, did I interrupt something?” Ava giggles. Her arm is slung around a blonde whose knees are wobbling. She looks between you and Tom and smirks.
“Not at all,” you mumble.
“You remember Ginny from school, don’t you?”
“Hi, Y/N!” Ginny yells excitedly. She beams at you while she supports herself with Ava’s arms. When the blonde tries to touch Ava’s face, she slaps her hand away.
“Hi, Ginny,” you giggle. Ginny was probably the only one of Ava’s friends who was nice to you when you were in secondary school. Funnily enough, Ava was always the meanest to Ginny.
“Well, she extremely needs to go home because she’s a fucking lightweight and smoked a few spliffs so she might vomit everywhere. But she doesn’t have a ride. And knowing that you’re an actual killjoy and are probably completely sober, can you please drive her to her flat?”
“You can’t just call a taxi?”
“She needs help getting into her bed!”
“Are you serious?” you exasperate. “First of all, you prick, I’m fucking drunk. Second, there really isn’t anyone else at the party?”
“I’m pretty sober at this point,” Tom speaks up. You’d almost forgotten he was there.
“Oh, Tommy, you’re always the sweetest.”
“Ava, why don’t you come with us since she’s your friend?”
“Because I’m the hostess! Anyways, Matthew needs me. Ginny, get in the car!”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” you mumble in your breath as you help the girl get into the backseat of Tom’s car. She giggles childishly as she sits herself down. You get into the passenger seat and slam the door shut.
“Watch the doors,” Tom warns. You glower at him, turning up the radio.
“I’ll put in the directions.”
Once you get Ginny into her flat, she effortlessly flops onto the couch.
“Can we get Chinese?” she whines.
“No, Ginny, you have to drink water,” you let out a sigh as you get her a glass of water. Tom awkwardly stands beside the couch as Ginny fidgets.
“God, this is the drunkest I’ve ever been in my life.”
“Really? Drunker than when you drank an entire bottle of vodka on your eighteenth birthday, passed out in the tub, and we had to carry you from the bathroom back to Ava’s room before our parents woke up?”
“Oh, yeah. Maybe not drunker than that,” Ginny murmurs dreamily. Tom can’t hold back a laugh and it almost validates you to hear it. He pulls a blanket from one of the chairs to cover Ginny, who looks like she’s melting into the couch. She blinks up at the two of you with tranquility. Almost like her brain is made of air.
“You guys are such a cute couple,” she coos.
“Oh, we aren’t—”
“Thanks—”
You both answer in unison, giving each other amused looks. You raise an eyebrow when you see a slight flush over Tom’s cheekbones.
“So awesome. God, you’re so nice. So much nicer than your sister. I mean, she was great tonight, but I— sheesh, so tyrannical. She is, I mean…” Ginny trails off her babbling, eventually drifting into sleep. You feel tired sitting in her living room as you listen to her breathe. Tom locks eyes with you and nods towards the door. You nod.
“Goodnight, Ginny…” you whisper, following Tom out the front door.
The tension between you feels electric when you’re back in the car. You look out on the road blankly, unsure of how to start a conversation. You can feel Tom’s eyes burning into you. Wordlessly, he starts his car.
“Well, that was fun,” he concludes.
“Totally,” you retort bitterly.
“Do you want to maybe—“
“Better get back before my mother realizes I’m missing— oh, sorry. What did you say?”
“Nevermind,” Tom gives you a tightlipped smile. You recognize it. He always uses it when he’s trying to hide something.
“What were you about to ask me?”
“Ah, I don’t know, we could go get like, ice cream or something. Not that your sister’s party wasn’t a riot,” he mumbles sheepishly. You toy with the idea and the images of you two spending more time with one another this late at night makes you feel nostalgic, almost nauseous in the way the desire burns in your stomach.
“It’s late,” you reply softly.
Tom nods, flashing you that smile again. It’s like he knew that would be your answer. When you’re in your neighborhood again, he passes his house and moves onto yours.
“You didn’t have to drop me off here, I could’ve just… walked from your driveway to mine,” you say as Tom pulls into your driveway.
“Saved you the trip of several feet,” he shrugs. “I’ll see you at brunch tomorrow, then?”
“What?”
“Our families are getting brunch together?”
“Really? Jesus, no one tells me anything,” you huff.
“Damn, I’m sorry that the thought of eating waffles next to me is so horrid,” Tom teases. Heat rises to your cheeks but he laughs it off, insisting that he’s kidding. “I’ll see you tomorrow, rabbit.”
Your eyes soften at the familiar nickname. No one’s called you that in years. Certainly not Tom.
“See you.”
The next morning, you’re stretched on the chaise lounge chair in your room with your legs swinging over the seat the way you used to when you were a child, blinking up at your ceiling while you listen to the voices of your family stirring downstairs. The night rendered itself partially sleepless because of your usual insomniac, constantly wired and hemorrhaging constant intrusive thoughts about the boy next door. Conveniently, when you’d woken up that morning in your underwear and too-small crop top, Tom had been at his window the same exact time you’d drawn your curtains. A tiny smirk and his little three-finger wave were all it took for heat to rise up to your cheeks before you could even make sense that you were going to be spending time with him and his family later that morning.
You have very little to do other than skim through your novels and play dress-up in front of your full-length mirror until your sister begrudgingly trudges up to your room to wake you from the dead. You roll your eyes before she can even get her manicured hand on your doorknob. You have everyone’s footsteps memorized at this point. Ava’s sound like a galloping giraffe.
“Mum sent me to make sure you haven’t hung yourself with your sheets,” she crows as she saunters into your room. “Is that my fucking skirt?”
“Huh? Oh, this little number?” you smirk, curtsying after you smooth down the satin of your Prada wrap skirt.
“Why is it that when you wear it you look like a whore?” Ava frowns, crossing her arms as she tilts her head towards you like a dog.
“Maybe because I’ve got better legs.”
She scoffs. The jangle of her charm bracelet makes her sound like a dog whose collar is bouncing around.
“The green kind of makes you look sickly. As your sister, I recommend something else,” she tuts, her glossy mouth turned up in a saccharine-sweet smile even when her eyes resemble a cartoonish villain’s. “Be downstairs soon, the Hollands should be over by eleven.”
You breathe again once she slams your door closed behind her. An irritated groan rasps out of your throat. A frown in the mirror stares back at you, so you beam at your own face in mocking sweetness as if you’re an actor preparing for a scene. Another deep breath.
God, you can fucking survive brunch, at least. Get it together.
You swap your current blouse for a white chiffon frill top with cut-out details that aren’t revealing enough for your mother to complain about but enough for you to not sweat so much under the summer sun. Discarding the Prada skirt, you settle on your most breathable pair of black silk trousers. The outfit is plain but elegant, with the top somewhat fairy-like as it flows in the long sleeves. Your hair feels more haphazard than usual, so you pull it back with a claw clip so that your gold hoops are on display. The same hoops that Tom had gotten you for Christmas years ago. You sigh.
“Y/N, you look lovely!” Nikki compliments you as soon as you get to the courtyard behind your house. Her springy, floral perfume wafts in the air around you as she pulls you in for a hug.
“Thank you, Nikki, as do you!” you smile warmly.
A quick scan at the table causes your eyes to fall on Tom briefly. You look away as quick as lightning, though your smile lingers just slightly. He seems to sense the tension and when you spare a second glance at him, he softly smiles at you.
“Love, would you mind helping with the drinks?” our mother beckons you. You nod and walk over to the serving table to greet her with a kiss on the cheek. Nursing a pitcher of mimosas and another of bloody Mary, you quietly greet the Hollands one by one as you pour their glasses for them.
“Y/N!” the twins chirp in unison, which makes you chuckle.
“Hi Harry, Sam,” you grin. “What’s up?”
“Just happy to be here, we haven’t seen you in ages! Paddy thinks you look pretty, by the way,” Harry murmurs, poking his youngest brother on the side.
“Harry!” Paddy huffs, blushing carnation-pink and smiling awkwardly at you. He’d taken a liking to you ever since he was a small child since you were over often enough to hang out with the twins or babysit him occasionally. The small crush he’d developed on you was as adorable as ever.
“Tom,” you nod. “Umm, mimosa or Mary?”
“Morning, rabbit. Mimosa’s good.”
You don’t know why the sound of your old nickname makes your skin feel warmer and warmer, or maybe it was the sun beating down all of you and the fact that you underestimated what a long-sleeve shirt would do for your body. You also seem to underestimate your ability to handle two full pitchers of liquid considering your slight scuffle in serving your guests. Your heel scrapes the pavement the wrong way and a bit of mimosa trickles onto Tom’s lap.
“Oh, shit, I’m sorry!” Your face is definitely as hot as the sun right now. Mortified, you attempt to paw at his thigh with a cloth but he holds your wrist to stop you.
“No worries, you didn’t even spill that much. Here, let’s set that down,” he offers.
“You div,” Ava loudly comments. “I need that Bloody Mary, hellooooo?”
“Here, pass that down.” Tom politely passes the pitcher down the table with the slightest grimace, trying hard as ever to not roll his eyes at your sister. You, on the other hand, go a little quiet, choosing to settle down at the table across from Tom. You feel grateful when your parents decide to serve the food, finally.
“This looks amazing,” Dom comments.
“Thank you,” your mother smiles, her eyes crinkling. “Eggs Benedict is Ava’s favorite.”
“Lovely choice.”
Sitting down now, your lip curls over the rim of your glass as the orange liquid gulps down your throat, soothing you in the summer heat. Tom seems to sense your anxiety, getting your attention by kicking you in the foot lightly under the table. You frown at him, giving him a look that reads, not now.
In response to your raised eyebrows, he turns the same expression, except with a smirk instead of a frown. You think that the slight leap of your heart is from the nerve-wracking energy of having to put a face on for your guests. Definitely not the quirk of Tom’s mouth. Definitely not.
“Congratulations on your engagement, love birds,” Nikki murmurs to the supposed stars of the show. You begin to zone out while the rest of the guests seemingly gush over the ring and the party and the future wedding party. You couldn’t care less. You’re better at daydreaming, tucking whatever anxiety you feel under your skin. Tom keeps catching your line of vision and each time his brown eyes feel like they’re relaying secret messages.
“Y/N, Nikki’s talking to you,” your mother says. Suddenly you’re snapped out of your short-lived reverie, now blinking back at everyone around you.
“Sorry?”
“How is uni going for you? Seeing anyone?”
“Ah, it’s, um, good,” you smile. “Yeah, it’s been great, I’m really… into my studies. I don’t really have time for dating.”
“You could be if you lived a little,” Ava interjects with her mouth full of arugula. She resembles a bunny when she chews, down to the beady red eye. “I had to physically drag you to prom!”
“To be fair, prom does suck,” Harry quips. You chuckle in response.
“She likes to reminisce times where she fully peaked because she can’t go back in time,” you dismiss.
Ava makes a guttural sound with her mouth.
“Mum! Are you really going to let her speak to me like th—”
“Got ya more fruit, babe,” Matt interrupts, returning to the table with a bowl of fruit salad like an angel.
“What were you studying again?” Sam asks you.
“Gender studies.”
“That’s where the money is,” Tom mutters.
“Excuse me?”
“Just a joke, darling.”
He smiles thinly, though you can tell from his eyes that he’s truly teasing in good faith. He crosses his arms over the breadth of his chest. You notice how neatly creased his Prada button-down it is along with the veins on his forearm.
“Okay, well, economics is just astrology for the stock market, no?” you retaliate.
Tom lets out a breathy chuckle and kicks you under the table again. You kick back a bit harder and he smiles widely.
“Oof. She got you, mate,” Harry laughs.
Your phone buzzes in your lap. Once you view the notification on your lock screen, you quickly cover it as you tuck it back into the pocket of your trousers before excusing yourself to the bathroom. Tom’s eyes seem to be searing in the back of your head, but once you’re in your own kitchen, you exhale in relief. Your phone buzzes again.
clintwestwood66: need to see those perfect tits, baby
You roll your eyes.
It’s not that you needed the money. Any level-headed person would most likely question your reasoning for selling nudes of yourself because of your current social status and wealth, and any other person would most likely just call you a greedy whore. You swear to yourself it’s the instant gratification of your phone buzzing with the sound of a cha-ching, how that dopamine release alone made you feel powerful for a split second. You were fine with showing off to strangers — men were a pawn to you, anyway. Above all, you were simply bored when you’d started out. That was all.
In the ornate bathroom mirror of the first floor, you look at your rosy cheeks and the way your hair falls into your face, and for some reason, you’re thinking about how Tom is perceiving you. Twirling, your eyes trace the curves of your body, the parts of your skin that showed through your sheer shirt, the dip of your hips. You have to shake the thought of him.
Undoing your blouse, you pivot your hips just slightly so that the light streaming through the window next to the sink falls in a certain pattern on your abdomen. You open your phone camera and hold it up to your face to cover it, capturing the lace black bra you’re wearing in the afternoon light. Sighing, you frown at the end result, now adjusting your bra so that your tits were more exposed, spilling out of the cup. There we go.
A sudden rap on the door startles you. Swallowing, you quickly readjust yourself and fix your shirt before sending the photos.
“Just a second!” you call to the other side of the door when you hear another tap. You open the door only to nearly collide with Tom’s chest. He takes the initiative to hold you by the wrist as if you’re a delicate thing, but mostly, you’re just taken by surprise.
“Hello.”
“Hi.”
“Remembered to wash your hands?” Tom raises his brows, mouth curling into a snide grin.
“Obviously,” you huff, quickly turning your heels back to the courtyard. The sun is still blinding and you realize you feel dizzy. You blame the mimosa instead of the curly-headed boy in your house.
The summer had barely started, but even now, it feels like it’s progressing at the pace of drying paint — slow and uneventful. You yearn about the places you could be instead, renewing yourself completely in a foreign country where no one knew your name. But no, you’re sat in your room frowning into a mirror as you attempt to pluck your eyebrows the way your mother had taught you when you were sixteen.
You take a sip from your wine glass and look out of your window. A black window parallels yours. For some reason, envy bubbles up in your stomach, that on this Saturday night you were spending your time haunting your room while Tom was out probably at a bar with his friends or acquaintances or lovers. Truthfully, the mundanity of your life forced you to develop intrusive thoughts upon the return of Tom Holland, because what was more scandalous and romantic than to have another love affair with someone you already had a history with?
You realize this is a foolish thing to want. Again, you blame your thoughts on the glass of alcohol in your hand. If being desired was what you wanted right now, you’d take matters into your own hands. This is why, instead of going to bed like the rest of your household, you decide to change into your newest lingerie set from Agent Provocateur — mesh burgundy with embroidered lace detailing. A swipe of dark red lipstick and you’re set.
Persephone’s live will begin shortly.
You admit that you enjoyed this alter-ego of yours. It was a twisted take on how you would imagine yourself when you were younger — that you would break out of your shell and transform into some ethereal, powerful being. Maybe you’d wanted superpowers. You do kind of feel like a hero in a fucked up way, but only because of the mask you wear on your live streams. You decide in your current age to settle for sex appeal instead of magical powers.
“Hey guys!” you smile, taking a sip from your wine glass as you lounge in front of your laptop camera. You stretch slightly like a cat to show off your finger, your other hand settled on your hip as you slide it slowly across the supple skin of your bare thigh.
“Sorry I haven’t been online lately. Been really busy with work and family stuff… I had to sit through the worst brunch of my life today.” You look over to the chatbox.
“Hey, Phil! Glad to see you’re on. Miss me?” your laugh is like a music box while your voice is lower than it usually is from the way you purposefully try to sound sultry — a femme fatale facade.
“Welcome to the cum show,” you read off. “Ha! Hmm, what should I use tonight, huh? My fingers or a toy?”
Spidey69: [Tipped 20 tokens] want u to use the biggest dildo
“Sheesh,” you respond after seeing the notification and comment. “Just for twenty? I don’t know…”
Your eyes widen when you look up to see a brown head of hair in your window, making you gasp as you watch the figure fall to your bedroom floor clumsily.
“Aw, fuck,” he groans, clutching his side. While he’s still on the floor, you quickly throw your mask under the bed and shut your laptop.
“Tom? What the fuck are you doing here?” you screech.
“Wanted to see you. Duh,” Tom slurs, standing up. He looks you up and down and smirks. “Was I interrupting something?”
“Yes, you were,” you exasperate. You’re dumbfounded by the fact that Tom had pulled his stunt at the most inopportune time, and suddenly embarrassed by the fact that you’ve got nearly nothing on. “Why are you here?”
“I just said I wanted to see you!”
“That’s a lie.”
“No, I’m not lying,” he mumbles. He runs a hand through his curls. You notice that they look softer than usual, almost tousled in the way he looks like an off-duty model. The smell of his cologne is already permeating the air. “But I’d taken an Uber from the pub and then happened to get locked out of my house. So it was either sleep in my backyard or this.”
“You couldn’t have called one of your brothers?”
“They left the pub earlier because they were tired. You know how the twins are if you interrupt their sleep.”
“These are just excuses.”
“Correct. Smart girl,” Tom grins. “Also, I haven’t had a Spider-Man moment in a minute. Mostly just wanted to see if I could do it without falling to my death.”
“I don’t think I’m worth dying for, you div,” you roll your eyes. You adjust yourself so that a blanket drapes over the lower half of your body while you hug the pillow to your chest.
“You’d be surprised,” he shrugs casually. Your brow quirks up at his statement but you decide to leave it be. You’re still on your defensive, watching him carefully as he walks closer to you.
“Were you… taking nudes?” Tom asks awkwardly. He looks you up and down. Although you’re slightly covered up now, he can still make out the floral details of your lingerie and it makes him blush. He swallows his excess saliva and licks his lips absentmindedly.
“None of your fucking business,” you seethe, grabbing another pillow to throw at him. It whacks him in the head then falls flatly into his lap. He doesn’t react, only chuckles his signature breathy laugh.
Even when you’re angry with him, you look breathtaking. You always do, he muses, as he watches your eyes change from frustration to soft curiosity. Your eyelashes flutter at the speed of a hummingbird while he holds your eye contact. When your gaze flickers to your laptop, he makes a realization.
“Oh,” he breathes. “Cybersex?”
“Tom.”
“I thought you weren’t seeing any—”
“Why do you care?” you nearly yell at him. “It’s none of your business, really. Please get out of my room.”
“Y/N, I seriously can’t get into my fucking house. Also, you don’t need to cover up, I’ve literally been inside your—”
An irritated groan vibrates from your mouth as you attack Tom with another pillow, this time shoving it into his face as you try your best to put on an oversized t-shirt from the foot of your bed while you grumble for him to not look.
“We know everything about each other,” he slurs, his eyes softening once you’re still and sitting cross-legged next to him. “So if you’re like, trying to sext your long-distance college boyfriend, that’s fine, I can just… chill in another room, I don’t know—”
“I don’t have a boyfriend, Tom,” you dismiss. You can’t even look at him because of how embarrassed you feel. “Also, if I did, you really were just like, ‘oh my ex-girlfriend has to have some FaceTime sex, guess I’ll just chill somewhere else.’”
“Well, did you want me to be jealous? You can do whatever you want, I don’t own you.”
He looks at you with his watery gaze and for a second, you think that there may be yearning swimming in his pools of brown, but you decide it's his drunkenness. Tom looks like a puppy like this — you always took pleasure in taking care of him when he was drunk when you dated, mostly because the ordeal always activated your nurturer instinct and that he was often very goofy when he was drunk. Goofy, adorable, and clingy.
“Pinot noir?” he asks, nodding towards the bottle of wine on your dresser. Before you can protest, he takes a sip straight from the bottle until you swat him away and snatch it from him. “What? ‘m not drunk, I swear. How else would I have climbed up your window?”
“You were blasted out of your mind when you’d jumped multiple fences after that one party when we were sixteen.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment for my impressive athleticism,” he sneers, grabbing the bottle again. “Adrenaline wakes me up, baby.”
Tom claps a hand on your shoulder in an oddly platonic embrace, but then his hair descends to your collarbone where he twists a strand of your hair. Your breath hitches when you realize how close he is to you. You inhale the smell of amber from his cologne — it’s subtle after the day passing, but it smells just as sweet as you remembered it.
“Hey, I was wondering where this was,” Tom smiles softly when he looks down at your shirt.
“Oh, um, you left it here. I guess I forgot to give it back,” you murmur, looking down at the old Trinity College shirt on your body. You wouldn’t tell Tom, but it was one of maybe three articles of clothing that belonged to him that you still had, and wearing it was one of your greatest comforts. There was something nostalgic about it even though you weren’t together anymore. You always like to deny to yourself that you still yearn for him and decide that you merely appreciate the memories. You are also a bad liar, even to yourself.
“Looks better on you.” His voice is low. His fingers trace your jaw and it’s then when you notice how blown out his pupils are.
“Are you high?” you narrow your eyes.
“Not that much,” he mumbles, exhaling in your face. His breath smells like beer and mint. Your bottom lip twitches when his thumb grazes the side of your mouth. It feels like slow motion when he entices his thumb to the center of your lip, and you welcome it by widening your mouth.
“Fuck,” Tom exhales. He doesn’t realize he says it out loud.
Slowly, he takes his thumb out of your mouth so that he can meet it with his own. The kiss is like melting ice, your guarded disposition unraveling just for him as the feeling of his tongue against yours weakens your knees. You’re too occupied with his mouth to notice how hard he already is. The kiss intensifies as he snakes an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.
The small mewl that comes from your mouth in between your kisses drives him insane. His eyes flutter open in surprise when you pull away from his mouth along with your warmth.
“I—um,” you stammer.
“Shit,” he mutters. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to— I—”
“It’s okay. I liked it,” you cut him off.
“You did?”
“Yeah. But I think it’s… it’s a bad idea,” you gulp.
“Right,” Tom nods, inhaling sharply in his nose. He rubs his face in an attempt to do something with his hands. He wishes you would let him continue. “Sorry. You’re just really captivating.”
“Thank you,” you smile shyly, looking away.
“We can… we can do something else. Actually, there was this movie I saw recently and it made me think of you.”
You’re still caught in your post-kiss haze that you don’t realize the detriment of Tom sitting on your bed to open your laptop, but by the time your senses snap back to you, the damage is already done. Your eyes widen.
“Huh,” Tom blinks at the screen. “Who’s Persephone?”
“Y-you weren’t supposed to see that.” There’s a quiver to your voice as you sit down next to him, crossing your arms. You’re too mortified to make eye contact with him right now.
“It isn’t my intention to invade your privacy or anything but is this like… OnlyFans or something?” he asks. You look at him briefly and he looks earnest in his curiosity. You sigh.
“Yes. No. It’s… I do live streams.”
“And you fuck yourself?”
You wince at his choice of words, but nod nonetheless. Your cheeks are burning up faster than a thermometer in a pot of boiling water.
“That’s… fucking hot,” Tom rasps breathily. He bites a lip as he scrolls on your profile slowly. “Not to be that guy, though, but you don’t need the money.”
“I know. I don’t really know why I do it,” you admit. “I guess I was just bored and it was easy to feel… validated. Not that I’m extremely insecure or anything, I just… I don’t know. It’s fun sometimes.”
“You make a lot of money?”
“A decent amount.”
“Interesting. You never wanted to be recorded before.” There was that Tom again, scrutinizing you with his sly smirk. You feel almost feverish about the situation. Of course, he’s taking the opportunity to tease you about not wanting to make… films when you were still dating him. You remember the argument you’d had about it but eventually, it became a thing of the past. Something about having a video of the two of you sounds much more alluring now, especially in the spur of the moment. You look at Tom with something in between contemplation and salacity.
“Well, I was in the middle of a stream when you showed up uninvited.”
“Shame. Maybe we should give the people what they want then. Finish what you started.”
“Really?”
“I’m teasing, love,” Tom chuckles. “The idea of that is really fucking hot, though.”
“Something tells me you actually want to do this.”
“No, not at all. The idea of fucking a pretty girl in a skimpy lingerie set has no effect on me whatsoever,” he retorts sarcastically.
“In front of strangers?”
He shrugs nonchalantly, taking another swig from the wine bottle before putting it back on your bedside table.
“We’ve fucked on the green at the golf course,” he reminds you, and the memory materializes fresh in your mind. It had been Tom’s idea of course, and although you weren’t necessarily an exhibitionist, that was probably one of the most exhilarating sexual experiences you’d shared with him.
There’s a longing in the way he looks at you, something in between genuine desire and the anticipation of a trick. His smile is coy, alluring. You look at him long enough to notice the erratic beat of your pulse ticking away at the moment of you drinking him in, blowing air through your teeth before you sink your claws to his shoulder. Mouth to mouth, palm to thigh, eyelash to cheek. It’s just as slow as the last kiss but he feels more open now to paw at you, his hand tracing the details of your garter belt.
“I’m serious, this is really fuckin’ sexy,” he drawls. “You never wore anything like that for me.”
“I don’t wear anything for you,” you chuckle, sighing as he nibbles on your ear. You shove him away, causing him to pout. “Save it for the show, Tommy. Now get off-camera.”
You take off your t-shirt and you swear Tom’s eyes grow three times their usual size. When you lean over your bed to get the mask you’d thrown under it, he slaps your ass playfully. You swat at him once you’re back to your laptop and logging in.
Persephone is LIVE.
“Sorry for the interruption, boys. Percy’s back,” you grin as you adjust your hair.
Spidey69: we thought u got kidnapped!!
Shy_guyxx: look so sexy queen
Whiskeydick23: [Tipped 30 tokens] I wanna see that ass, miss
“You will be seeing this ass, whiskey dick,” you chuckle. Your eyes flit to Tom’s briefly, holding in a laugh when you see his expression, both bewildered and impressed. He mouths ‘wow’ to you but you don’t catch it as you’ve gone back to entertain your fans. “I’ve got something special for you guys tonight.”
You turn to Tom again gesturing to the underside of your bed and then to the mask on your face. He blinks, confused, then again in realization. You flash a Hollywood smile back to your screen.
“My first collaboration,” you announce. “With none other than Hades himself.”
At this point, Tom is undressed down to just his boxer briefs much to your surprise. You raise your eyebrows as you scale the curve of his biceps and down to his toned abs, mouth salivating already. You clear your throat.
“C’mere, baby,” you say, the register of your voice going lower to be seductive. Tom awkwardly shifts himself to the space next to you, a thin smile spread over his features as he scans the comments without a word.
“He’s shy,” you reassure your audience. “What do you guys want him to do to me? Huh?”
“I thought I’d choose that,” Tom protests.
“C’mon, Hades, it’s for the boys.” He shivers at your touch, already succumbing to you. This version of you is a pleasant surprise to him. You’re truly a temptress, a vixen at heart, and although Tom would never admit to the fact that you still crossed his mind when he would pleasure himself, the version of you in his daydreams paled in comparison to the corporeal being in front of him.
Shy_guyxx: is he bigger than your toys? lol
Batman4ever: [Tipped 100 tokens] i bet she can deepthroat so good
“Good news, boys, looks like he’s already hard,” you tease, running your hands over Tom’s thighs. A soft red spreads over his cheeks and you notice the small freckles speckled over his crooked nose. You didn’t realize how much you missed them until now.
You start by pushing back against your pillows, moving the laptop so that your audience had a side-view of the both of you. Your mouth licks against his warm abdomen, lips making wet smacking sounds as you descend to his boxers. Already, his hand is tangled in your hair in praise. His soft groans are subtle but are all too clear for your ears.
When you look up at him with doe-like eyes, Tom feels like he might choke. God, how pretty he looked with his mouth ajar. You don’t waste any time in pulling down his boxers, marveling at his hard cock springing free for you.
“You wanna fuck my mouth?”
“Yeah. Got a dirty mouth on you, huh,” Tom exhales, pushing your head down towards the head of his cock. Pre-cum lines the tip of the head and then onto your tongue as you lick stripes down to his shaft. His soft moans immediately gratify you, so you take him into your mouth as far as you can. “Oh, shit. Yeah, that’s it. Fuck.”
You watch in awe as his head tips back in response to you swirling your tongue around his tip. The teasing is agonizing him, how slowly you deepthroat him while slowly pumping his shaft. Without warning, you go faster, settling on an even rhythm as you get him deeper into your mouth until his hips buck, causing you to choke on his cock in the process. He grips tightly on your hair, fingers brushing against the nape of your neck. You lock eyes and he swears he might cum too early. The sight of you in your lingerie with your mouth around him makes him feel like he’s in a dream. He wants to moan your name so badly but he knows he can’t.
“Fuckin’ hell,” he grunts. You giggle quietly at his reactions, taunting him with a slower rhythm despite the fact that he’s writhing under you. You surprise again by going deeper very abruptly, making him whine. It’s something you hadn’t heard in a while that certainly stirs something inside of you.
“Babe, I’m close.” He taps your shoulder, pulling your hair slightly to your confusion, but before you can say anything, he pulls you close to him for a sloppy kiss.
“You want me to stop?”
“I didn’t wanna cum so fast. Show’s just started,” Tom smirks. He surprises you by tugging you by the wrist, hand under your bum to coax you onto his lap. You sigh sweetly as you grind onto his length. He inches closer to you to whisper in your ear. “Y’ready, love? I don’t know if I can wait any longer.”
“Hmm, I don’t know. Do you think you deserve it?”
“I don’t know, do I?” he echoes you with a smirk that shows off one of his dimples. It makes your heart melt for a split second before you jolt in response to his thumb circling your clit.
“Oh,” you exhale, closing your eyes as you grind onto his hand, the wetness of your cunt slicking his fingers. You watch in awe when he removes his hand and takes his fingers into his mouth.
“You taste so sweet, baby.”
When he attacks your neck with kisses, biting hard enough to create a bruise, you’re nearly falling apart for him to the point where you can’t take it anymore. Easily, you slide down onto his cock, causing you both to take sharp breaths. As you grind against his lap, he grips your soft skin harshly, rough and hard as if he’s trying to anchor you to his body. You wouldn’t mind staying tethered to him considering how fucking good it feels.
You indulge in the feeling of his taut skin, fingertips raking the length of his muscular back as your head lulls into his shoulder. He pulls your hair to expose your neck so that he can continue to suckle on your collarbone, biting down harder every time he hears you moan louder and louder.
Even with his mask on, you can see his pupils blown out, matched with his mouth pink and wide open, a crimson tint aligning the pucker of his lips from the red wine. You accidentally graze noses before you close in the distance to kiss him passionately, first knocking teeth slightly until your tongue slips into his mouth.
He growls at how deep he is inside of you. Forcefully, he switches your positions, pushing you with your back against the bed so that he’s on top. Grinning at your laptop, he moves it to a new position to show off the two of you in the frame. Your legs entwine together with Tom in the middle as he thrusts into you, rutting his hips in tandem with your erratic heartbeat and hushed breaths.
“Fuck, I missed you so much,” he whispers as he nibbles on your ear, and the notion makes your chest tighten. Maybe it’s the warmth in your core, supposedly from the proximity you are from an orgasm. But hearing him admit that he missed you even in the heat of the moment makes the entire experience change for you.
“F-fuck… Tom…” you whine without thinking. You want to gasp because of your mistake but he simply covers your mouth with his large hand to muffle your moans. Your eyes are nearly rolling in the back of your head as his cock hits your sweet spot, causing your legs to tremble.
“Feel so fucking good inside you,” he mumbles, grabbing your thighs and propping them upwards so that he has better access to your cunt. “You’re close, baby, aren’t you?”
“Yeah,” you mewl. “Fuck, I’m g-gonna…”
“Gonna cum for me?” Tom moans breathlessly, gripping a fistful of your hair. “Who else makes you feel like this, huh?”
“N-nobody,” you whimper. In the throes of ecstasy, your body quickly ascends to orgasm, legs shaking as the warmth in your cunt spreads to the rest of your lips. Tom’s whimpers mesh with your own as you ride out your high, and before you know, he slides out of you just to prop your thighs on his shoulders so he can suck on your clit. You cover your mouth to quiet your moans because truthfully, the feeling of Tom’s tongue on your pussy before you can even come down from your orgasm makes you want to scream.
It feels even more intense when he inserts two, three fingers into your cunt as he sucks on your clit at a constant rhythm. You feel like you’re about to disintegrate from the pleasure alone that you have to tug harshly on his hair so that he can release himself from you. When he obliges, he peppers sweet kisses along your thighs and hips as you tremble under his touch.
“Too much?” he sneers.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” you breathe. He’s about to say something else teasing but you cut him off with your lips. This kiss isn’t as frantic as the other ones of the night – it’s both erotic and sweet, almost… romantic. His hand slides from your hip to graze your neck, softly rubbing at the nape of it where he can feel your pulse. It almost makes his face go red the way he feels when your hands are in his curls just the way he likes it, soft and combing through the way you used to.
When you pull back, he’s staring at you like you’re both a ghost and his guardian angel.
“Do you w-want to keep going?” he stammers. You nod. You kiss his jaw once again, murmuring something that sounds a bit like “I want to make you cum.” You get on all fours in front of him and gasp when he slides into you, his hand sweeping your hair away from your neck so that he can get closer to you to kiss your jaw from behind. His thrusts are slower than you expect. From the soft moans coming from his mouth, a flood of emotion fills your insides for reasons that aren’t concrete in your mind. You close your eyes.
You decide to lift your hips and thrust back onto his cock harder, which makes him pick up his rhythm so that he slams into you with more force. It hasn’t been long since you two had picked back up again but you already feel your walls pulsating with another oncoming orgasm.
“Oh, God, I’m close.”
“Fuck, me too,” you hear him pant.
“Cum for me, f-fuck–”
“Wait…” he breathes, slipping out of you quickly.
“Why did you–”
“Just wanna see that face when you cum,” he smiles. It makes your face feel hotter than it already was.
You’re flat on your back and he’s doing the thing again – thrusting into you with a slow pace that feels like honey dripping into tea, raindrops flowing down a windowpane. Your breath hitches from the way he handles you with such care, his kisses descending down your jaw like he’s planting flowers into the bed of your skin.
“You’re so beautiful,” he thinks out loud as he watches your head lull onto the mattress as he fucks into you blissfully, your hair spread out on the bed like you’re underwater. You gasp sharply when he rubs your clit and he can tell you’re already on the brink of release.
“I’m gonna–”
“Look at me when you cum,” he grovels. His hand is around your neck the way you like it while he thrusts into you roughly, but he releases his grip to hold your chin up so he can see your expression. “Fuck, that’s my girl.”
He continues to rub your clit as you cum, your moans littered with expletives and mumbles. God, you can’t even think straight. You want to say his name so badly because it’s the only word in your mind.
Watching you cum forces him to mirror your desire, so he slips out of you and palms himself above you until he spills onto your stomach. His pants and breaths are all too familiar to you, causing butterflies to stir inside of you as if you weren’t just getting fucked by him. Watching him orgasm makes you feel like a voyeur even when he’s cumming because of you.
Once Tom is done, he collapses onto you, breathing heavily into your neck as you absentmindedly finger-comb his brown curls.
“You good?” you giggle.
“Yeah, fuck,” he exhales. His voice is low, raspy like he’d just woken up from slumber. “‘m more than good.”
“You’ve got…” you awkwardly point out, bending over to retrieve your t-shirt to wipe the cum off his stomach and your own.
“Thanks,” he responds, to which you laugh again because of how shy he’s suddenly gotten. Was he this shy because of you?
When you look back at your laptop, your eyebrows raise at the number of coins that your audience had tipped you. There were thousands, not to mention the number of viewers you had were the highest they’d been since you’d started camming.
Shy_guyxx: Fuck that was so hot
Madhatter67: did anyone screen record that? i would pay for that video
Peterporker12: Holy shittttt
“Thanks for the tips, baby-loves,” you grin, blowing a kiss to the camera. “And thanks to my… special guest for being here. Bye!”
You log off with relief, taking off your mask. Tom is looking at you with his mask off as well, his brown eyes wide as if he’d just reached his peak on ecstasy.
“You still high?” you question, slapping his cheek playfully to get him out of his trance.
“Maybe on you. That was fucking amazing.”
“Yeah, it was,” you nod, shutting off your laptop and plopping your back onto your bed. Your skin feels electric, pulsing once you realize that Tom has taken your hand in his.
“We should do that more often,” he smiles, inching closer to you and raising your hand to his mouth to kiss it. “Off-camera, too.”
“So you meant it?” you whisper, kicking him lightly like a schoolchild. He interlocks your legs together in an embrace. “That you really missed me?”
“Of course I did,” he swallows. “Haven’t been able to kick you out of my mind since we broke up. Since I met you when we were young, Y/N. I think you’ve made a home in my head.”
“Forced eviction helps.”
He chuckles at your remark. You hate admitting how much his laughter comforts you, makes you feel like he’s your favorite cup of tea on a rainy day. In Tom’s brain, you are the definition of perfect, and because of that, he had been grappling with letting you go for years. He had decided he knew you best out of anyone, and because of how he viewed you like you were the sun itself, he also decided that you were perhaps better off without him. It feels selfish of him to even be in your bed right now. There’s a gnawing in his chest that reminds him what the two of you had just done and he swallows his guilt with pride. He’d always had that recurring dream of him fucking you one last time, has always convinced himself that was a natural response to breaking his own heart. But now that he’s lying with you in your bed this close to you, he realizes that all he’d ever wanted was you. Wholeheartedly. For you to be his again.
“Could never evict you. It’s hurt before but I think… you being in my head helps spruce up the place. Makes me feel like a better person,” he confesses, kissing you on the nose.
“You’re not just saying that because we just had extremely good sex, are you?” You scrunch your nose.
“I mean, that definitely helped, but no. I don’t think I’ve ever stopped being in love with you.”
“Shut up,” you whisper, trying to hide your smile. Tears were pricking out of your eyes and you blame your hormones. There were plenty of times in the past that your body would be flooded with emotion after sex because of how everything with Tom felt so intense. Always like a movie. You had never felt that way about anyone else – it had made you think that the way you viewed your relationship with him was completely delusional.
“I mean it, Y/N.”
“The feeling’s mutual.”
Tom’s smile grows ten times its size. Tucking you closer to his body, he peppers kisses all over your face. He thinks that if he could bottle your giggles to keep, he’d never have a bad day in his life again.
“Our families are gonna have a riot when they find you emerging from my bedroom in the morning,” you sigh.
“Let them think what they want,” Tom shrugs. “Soooo… we’re splitting the money, right?”
You scoff, hitting him lightly in the shoulder. When you look at his raised eyebrows, you laugh. “Fine. I guess you were the star of the show.”
playlist in plain text:
frank ocean - ivy
yeule - bites on my neck
the weeknd - tell your friends
lana del rey - watercolor eyes
fkj, ((( o ))) - vibin’ out
lykke li - sex money feelings die
the neighbourhood - you get me so high
anna of the north - lovers
deftones - sextape
lo-fang - blue film
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TOM-HOLLAND-PARKER MASTERLIST
who I write for:
Tom Holland
Peter Parker
Arvin Russel
Sebastian Stan (On hold for now)
Bucky Barnes
TAGLIST
Kinktober masterlist 2021
Kinktober masterlist 2022
Sugar daddy AU survey
Champagne Problems:
Summary: Tom asked you a life changing question but you can’t give the right answer.
Warning: Themes of mental health issues such as depression and Eating disorders
Word count: 1481
Late nights:
Summary: Tom has spent more time memorizing his script than he does sleeping.
Word count: 488
A Classroom Visit:
Summary: Tom visit your kindergarten class one day to drop off your lunch bag. Now all your students know you date Spiderman
Word count: 1063
Detective!Tom
No body No crime:
Summary: Tom knows you had something to do with the victims disappearance and its driving his crazy that you don’t crack easily
Warning: Murder?? Sexual innuendos, Cops
Word Count: 1412
Rockstar!Tom
Rockstar:
Summary: It’s a tradition for Tom to fuck you before going on stage
Warning: Smut, cursing
Word count: 700
Scotty Doesn't Know: (Prologue to Rockstar)
Summary: The story on how you’re relationship with Tom began
Warning: Smut, violence, and cheating
Word count: 2324
Mob!Tom
What Baby:
Summary: Dating the leader of the toughest gang in London was bound to gain you enemies. So after one particular encounter Y/N in sent to the hospital to recover but they didn’t expect this news
Warning: Car crash, slight mention of violence
Word count: 1453
Secrets:
Summary: Tom is terrified about you finding out his job but when he brings you to his house he has no choice but to tell you
Warning: SMALL mention of murder but nothing bad
Word count: 2374
Tease
Summary: After a bad mistake of wanting to make Tom jealous you have to deal with the consequences of being a tease
Warning: SMUT 18+
Word count: 2326
She’s not me
Summary: when Tom decides to come back to you after realizing now one else can satisfy him the way you do, you aren't as forgiving as he expected
Warning: SMUT 18+
Word count: 1400
Face the Mirror
Summary: Tom broke your rules and now he has to deal with the punishment
Warning: SMUT 18+
Word count: 1419
Dad!Tom
Painted picture
Summary: Tom has an emergency meeting and asks you to babysit. You say yes, determined to get his daughter to be comfortable around you
Word count: 1516
Are those my jeans?
Summary: When you start to suspect that you’re pregnant, you’re too scared to tell Tom
Word count: 631
Boxer!Tom
Let me thank you
Summary: Tom keeps waking you up at late hours so you can patch him up. Tonight me finally thanks you
Warning: Smut (Oral Female receiving), mentions of bruises and cuts
Word count: 1005
Richkid!Tom
Perfect Little Angel
Summary: After finally getting away from your mother and her annoying party guests, you and Tom decided to make this party a little more interesting
Warning: SMUT (oral, exhibitonism daddy kink) drinking
Word count: 1365
The Wine Cellar
Summary: When you’re asked to find a wine that would go good with dinner, tom decides to help you out
Warning: SMUT (oral, daddy kink)
Word count: 1200
Professor!Tom
I Wanna Wear Your Tie
Request: Can you please do a professor tom x student reader, shes of age of course, and he takes a liking to her for being so smart and he can barely contain himself with every outfit she wears. And one day after class he asks her to hang back and things get very SMUTTY?
Warning: Smut (oral, choking, vaginal sex), student/teacher relationship, cursing, age gap (legal)
Word count: 4081
Roommate!Tom
Roommates help each other out
Summary: You and your roommate Tom have always had obvious sexual tension between you, but what happens when he walks in on you masturbating
Warning: 18+ (SMUT)
Word count: 1463
CEO!TOM
Gray Blazer
Summary: It was an honest mistake forgetting your jacket but when your CEO boss offers you his blazer you end up with a date
Warning: none just fluff
Word Count: 868
HEADCANNONS
Tom watching his daughter grow up (dad!tom)
REQUEST
Surprising Tom on set (Stepdad ! Tom Holland x mom actress reader)
Tom get jealous of your ex boyfriend
Tom apologizes after an argument (song request)
Tom fucking you on the kitchen counter (richkid!tom) part 2
Answering questions after your students find out you’re dating Tom
Snow Day:
Summary: Peter is determined to get you to enjoy the snow
Word count: 681
Breathe
Summary: dealing with the stress of your family's expectations leads you to have an anxiety attack on the roof. Thankful Peter is a great shoulder to cry on
Warning: Themes of anxiety, dropping out of college, family expectations
Word Count: 1550
Stark!reader
Let's get married:
Summary: On a class trip to Vegas, Peter is determined to make this trip a memorable one, even if it means doing something crazy.
Word count: 2911
The Moment I knew:
Summary: All you asked for was one day to spend with your boyfriend and family, but Peter has let him role as Spiderman take over his life
Warning: maybe a curse word towards the end but other than that nothing
Word Count: 1520
Begin Again (part 2 of the moment I knew)
Summary: 8 months after you broke up with Peter, you finally agree to meet up with him, but you’re still unsure if he deserves a second chance
Word count: 1409
Headspace
Summary: Sometimes you can’t help but feel like you aren’t enough to satisfy Peter but he’s always there to remind you that he love you
Word count: 669
Warning: 18+ (not really smut but conversations about sex), Peter is obviously 18+
HEADCANNONS
College!Peter dating someone clumsy
REQUEST
Peter loves your boobs especially when he’s stressed
Tell Peter you’re ready for more than a quick make out (part 2 SMUT)
Peter watching you leave for the summer (Part 2 (Reuniting))
Peter dating someone with an oral fixation
Stark!reader begging Peter to not cast the spell that make her forget him
My Boyfriend’s Back
Summary: Arvin is out of town for a few days but when he returns and hears the news about boys making you uncomfortable he decides to take matters into his own hands
Warning: Violence??, Creepy boys, curse words
Word count: 1185
REQUEST
Your ex boyfriend messed up Arvin’s car
Sick days
Summary: When you get sick, Sebastian is there to take care of you
Word count: 538
Closer
Summary: You’d never felt like this before, it was like some primal instinct deep down inside of you. You just needed to be close to him. The only problem was that you were already wrapped in his arms and it still didn’t feel close enough
Warning: 18+ smut (cockwarming, boob worship?)
Word count: 620
Avenger!reader
I Hate you?
Summary: You’re convinced Bucky hates you. Bucky’s convinced you hate him. Steve is just tired of hearing you both complain and finally decides to set you both up
Word count: 1569
Sleepyhead
Summary: Bucky doesn’t like to be touched but when you accidentally fall asleep on him one night he realizes he could never get tired of your touch
Word count: 1175
7/11 Slushies
Summary: You give Bucky his first slushie
Word count: 415
Picnic in the park
Summary: Valentine’s day with Bucky
Word count: 1178
A good man
Summary: When Bucky has a nightmare all he wants if for you to hold him close
Word count:1272
40s Bucky
Drafted
Summary: Bucky has to tell you that he leaves tomorrow but not without leaving you with plans for when he gets back
Word count: 1344
Firefighter!Bucky
Heat on High (Mini series)
Summary: When you and your daughter moved you expected a lot of changes, but you never expects to move across the hall from a hot firefighter than has a soft spot for you
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smoke and mirrors
⇢ richkid!tom x richkid!reader ⇠
w/c: 4.1k
warnings: swearing, drinking, light angst, and implied smut
summary: because of your mother’s insistence on a pristine family image and tom’s messy one, you deny your true feelings for him
a/n: ok ok ok the pics of tom in monaco really made me think and i had to get everything out of my system so here we are! thank you and enjoy x
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your living room is engulfed by a hushed chatter that comes from far too many guests. half the people, you hardly know. it’s overcrowded, superficial, and the last place you want to be. it’s one of your mother’s get-togethers, as she likes to call them. these things are always far from the casual affairs they sound like.
weeks go into planning, caterers and decorators making themselves at home in yours. the family’s image is everything to your mom, so being a good hostess is her top priority. ironically, she’s more concerned with throwing her gatherings than raising you. so much for family, huh?
the only reason you agreed to make an appearance tonight is that tom might do the same. he’s a really good friend, someone you’ve been able to count on through all the mess that is your lives. you met in high school, when he moved from london to the states. his dad was offered a job promotion he couldn’t pass up. plus, tom and his brothers would be receiving a stellar private education here in america.
it was a win for everyone, especially you. the freckle faced boy who got lost on his way to english class became your closest confidant. tom’s company is such a sweet escape. he’s not interested in opera or the stock market like most people you meet are. he sneaks you out to go on walks at dawn and does shots with you until you can’t stand straight.
as you two continue to grow together, revelations about yourselves have come to light. what you want beyond your inheritances, who you want beyond friendship. you figured out the second part on a faithful night recently. tom showed up to your place with a bottle of tequila. after you drank it down through lots of lime chasers and giggles, he kissed you. you didn’t kiss back.
your heart said to go for it, but your mind pulled you back in. you were so shocked and overcome with new feelings, you froze up. that, and you’d infuriate your mother. although she cares about tom a great deal, she loathes his public figure. he’s always getting papped in places and with people he shouldn’t be. the two of you together would just destroy her.
you still want to please your mom at the end of the day, no matter how deep under your skin she gets.
tom immediately apologized and tried play it off as him being drunk. you grew up with him, became part of each other’s families, which means you know him well enough to know he was lying. he meant every second his lips were on yours.
what you need to do now is something you’ve meant to for a while. the only problem is that you’re stuck at your mother’s party, and tom hasn’t shown up yet.
“y/n, darling,” your mom calls for your attention. she’s dragged you into a conversation with some bloggers, but you haven’t spoken a word. “why don’t you tell us about your trip to spain last summer?” she plasters on her award winning grin and squeezes your shoulder. it’s time to play along.
“oh, it was beautiful,” you halfheartedly reply, more to the bloggers than her. they nod in clear interest. one jots down notes. “we went for a few weeks and visited a bunch of different cities. i’d love to go back sometime.” the typical press formatted answer earns your mom’s approval. you’re off the hook. your eyes start to wander around the room, hoping to set on tom.
“we?” the woman taking notes asks. must everyone pry? “my friend and i,” you shortly reply. you’re standing up on your tiptoes to see over the crowd. you’d think six inch heels would do the trick. “i’m actually looking for him right now, so if you’ll excuse me,” you offer a polite smile and silently pray they won’t ask who. unfortunately, your wishes don’t come true.
the other blogger, a short and stubborn man, speaks up. “just a friend you say? come on, tell us. who’s the lucky fella?” he inquires. your mother raises a firm eyebrow, signaling for you not to.
tom has a reputation for his reckless behavior. it’s your mom’s worst nightmare when the media associates your names under most circumstances. you’re representing her, so she does whatever she can to control how you’re seen. you’re constantly in the papers, being a young socialite and all. it sucks.
“he’d like to stay out of the tabloids, sorry,” you cover for tom, on your mom’s behalf. “i should really go. it was nice meeting you.” the bloggers don’t bother to hide their disappointment as you shake their hands. your mother rubs your back in approval. “thank you for doing that. we’ll talk later,” she speaks lowly. “bye, mom!” you practically make a run for it. 
weaving through the sea of people, you end up by the main entrance. it’s hard not to get lost even though it’s your house. the place is packed with girls just a couple years older than you, wearing pearls around their necks. men’s strong colognes flow through the air. you’re in a form fitting red slip dress and louboutins yourself.
smoke and mirrors is what they call it. you show the pretty parts to distract from your ugly ones.
harrison suddenly comes waltzing in with a lady on either of his arms. you’d expect nothing less. he’s tom’s best friend besides you, considering the failed kiss attempt didn’t change that. their parents worked at the london branch of the same company. they each came to the states and met you. you happily introduced them to your world, helping to make it theirs as well.
“haz!” you meet him at the front door. he’s smirking while he leads the women inside. “fancy seeing you here, isn’t it?” he jokes. “very funny. i died laughing,” you deadpan, curiously eyeing harrison’s plus two. they merely giggle. “listen, have you seen tom anywhere? if he’s coming.” you’re fighting back a frown. “why wouldn’t he be?” harrison questions in a more serious tone this time.
“long story. you have guests to entertain, so i won’t get into it now,” you decide and manage a small smile instead. he perks up. “right. i’ll let you know if i see him?” nodding, you give him a wave goodbye. “enjoy yourself.” “you too, love. cheers!” the girls lean into him, harrison wiggling his eyebrows at you. he’s ridiculous.
hours pass by without word of tom. it isn’t like him to miss an event, especially if you’re in attendance. you despise these exhausting nights, and he’s supposed to be your rock during them. he should have his arm draped around your shoulders, whispering silly remarks to you while you hide out somewhere. you miss him more than you thought possible.
you’re just about to give up when you spot nikki ushering her husband inside. behind them follows tom, clad in a grey checkered suit with his locks perfectly tousled. he’s here. you waited the whole night, and he finally came.
tom kisses his mom on the cheek before strutting over to the drink table, not without a few reporters hassling him. they’re probably looking for another holland scandal to break. he declines their requests for comments on this and opinions on that, instead pulling up a chair next to harrison. the two exchange hugs and fix themselves glasses of champagne, you watching their encounter.
harrison fills tom in on the drama he’s missed tonight while they sip their drinks. tom keeps forcing smiles that don’t reach his eyes. he’s fiddling with his fingers, leg bouncing up and down steadily. those are the telltale signs he needs saving. however awkward it may be, you’re going to have to break your silence. it was bound to happen eventually.
“mate, i’m telling you. she fit her entire first right up her-“ “boys,” you cut into harrison’s story, greeting him and tom. his face tints deep pink upon your arrival. “don’t let me stop you. finish your charming anecdote,” you encourage him and subtly glance over at tom. he’s biting back a grin as he sets his elbows on the table.
“not with a lady present. let’s just… pretend you didn’t hear that,” harrison chuckles nervously and hops to his feet. “i’m gonna leave you two to chat.” humming, you move to take his chair. tom sucks in a breath. “what happened to the girls you brought?” you wonder. “they left. said they got bored,” harrison admits, tom stifling laughter. he elbows his friend for that.
“oh, fuck off. i’ll see you later,” he mopes, flicking your arm for good measure. tom salutes him and grabs his nearly empty champagne. “so long, bruv.”
it’s just you and tom now, seated side by side, silently so. he has no intentions of speaking first. he’s too embarrassed, and you don’t blame him. this is on you. you clear your throat before starting the conversation.
“can i top you off?” you tap the bottom of his glass with a tiny smile. tom shakes his head. “i’m alright, thanks.” he finishes the last sip and sets it down, turning to face you. your smile has vanished. “wasn’t sure you were gonna make it. i’m glad you did,” you change the subject. as if he’s considering the sincerity behind your words, tom furrows his eyebrows.
“mum wanted us to. she dragged me and dad straight off the golf course,” he explains and clasps his hands in his lap. his fingers interlock with each other. you fight off the urge to replace them with yours. “we would’ve been here sooner, but the paps are camped outside.” the hint of a smile forms on his lips, at last. “guess it’s not often you get the town’s finest under one roof.”
“you think i’m one of the town’s finest?” you tease, resting your chin in your palm. something flashes behind tom’s eyes. he looks right into yours, scooting closer. “absolutely. you’re the most eligible bachelorette in this whole building.” you allow a toothy grin to spread across your face. “tommy, stop it. you’re too nice to me.”
the nickname is music to his ears. tom looks you up and down, licking his lips simultaneously. “no, seriously. you look gorgeous,” he muses, you pushing at his chest. he exhales a breathy laugh, and you giggle yourself. “red’s definitely your color.” “reverse card. you wear it way better than i do,” you insist. your fingers tug at the collar of his suit. “too bad you didn’t match me.”
you’re relieved you two can talk like you usually do, light flirting and good vibes. it might not be so hard to put the kiss behind you. well, you can’t go on pretending it didn’t happen. you have to at least discuss the fiasco. tom should know why you didn’t reciprocate, then you can take it from there. whether he still has feelings for you, assuming he ever did, will depend on how that turns out.
“not to ruin the fun, but we still have to talk,” you murmur, tom’s body stiffening across from yours. he’s not sure he’s ready to discuss that. “can it wait? we’re at a party,” tom reminds you, running a hand through his styled locks. “yeah, my mother’s. don’t tell me you’re having a good time,” you playfully chastise him. he simply shrugs. “hardly. you’re the best part.”
you ignore the butterflies roaming about your body.
“you won’t mind a quick convo, then. it is with me,” you attempt to persuade him and place a hand on his knee. tom coughs a bit too loudly, the contact surprising him. “you know what? i think i’ll take you up on that drink first,” he decides with a mustered up smile. “coming right up.” you pat his leg before taking his glass. he chews on his lower lip while you poor the bubbling liquid. that was certainly… odd.
you slide tom his champagne back with an exaggerated wink. tom scoffs at this. “mm, thanks. care to join me?” he brings the alcohol to his lips, eyes never leaving yours. your mother specifically said no drinking tonight, since the press would be here. screw your mother, though. “please. could you hand me a glass?” you eagerly grab the champagne bottle. tom searches for an empty cup next to him.
you two are unspoken drinking buddies at this point.
“here you are, darling,” tom drawls, holding out the glass for you. every time he calls you that, you completely melt. “thanks, tommy,” you purr in response. you’re finally pouring your own drink when someone taps you on the shoulder, and hard. you look behind you to find your mother standing with her hands on her hips, less than thrilled. speak of the devil.
“hello, mother. can i help you?” you make sure to ask rudely. she responds with a smile that’s obviously fake. if tom weren’t here, you’d be getting scolded. “yes, my darling. those bloggers from earlier were hoping you’d finish your interview.” your mom shakes your shoulder in a motherly way. you squint up at her. “didn’t they leave hours ago-“ “they’re back,” she sharply informs you.
she’s lying, and you have a hunch as to why.
frowning, you hold tom’s hand in both of yours. “sorry, this won’t take long. why don’t you go find tuwaine?” you suggest instead. “he’s around here somewhere.” tom gives you an understanding nod and laces your fingers together, even if it’s only for a moment. “must be chatting up some producers or whatnot. i’ll see if i can help.” he’s such an incredible friend to everyone. he deserves the same from you.
“thomas, so lovely to see you,” your mom interrupts. tom stands up, kissing both her cheeks out of courtesy. “you, too. what a wonderful party. thank you for having us.” despite what the rest of the world believes, his manners are impeccable. “of course. give nikki my best, will you?” your mom puts her hands on his shoulders. he grins at her. “definitely. take care, mrs. y/l/n.” “always a pleasure,” she states, nudging you to come along with her.
you shoot tom one last apologetic look as your mother pulls you along and towards the crowd.
tom is no idiot. he’s well aware how she really feels about him.
when a swarm of guests is surrounding you, your mom lets go. you scowl, crossing your arms over your chest. “why would you do that? i haven’t seen tom in days.” she sighs without a care. “isn’t it time you branch out? expand your social circle?” her manicured fingers ruffle your hair. you push away her touch. “i’m social enough. we were in the middle of something really important.”
you begin to walk away, but your mother takes your arm. “whatever you’re about to do, it’s a mistake. he’ll make a fool of you,” she practically spits. yanking your arm from her grasp, you laugh bitterly. “of me, or of the family name? look around, mom.” you gesture to the spot beside her where your dad should be. “as far as i’m concerned, i have no family except tom. i’m gonna go check on him.”
you’re gone before your mom can stop you. she simply stands there, utterly mortified by what you said.
you run around the house to find tom, stumbling in your heels and not giving a fuck. you’d truly meant the part about him being your family. all the holland’s, honestly. they’re the most genuine and caring souls, and you don’t want to lose the one you’re closest to because of your mother’s delusions. 
tom is in a circle with harrison and tuwaine, the three of them chuckling amongst themselves. you’d hate to bug him, but this can’t wait anymore.
“uh, tom?” you mumble his name, appearing behind him. he steps away with another quiet laugh. “hey, y/n/n. that was quick, hm?” your face gives away your distress. his whole demeanor shifting, tom reaches for your hands. “what is it, love? is something the matter?” “just… come with me,” you croak out.
you manage to smile at harrison and tuwaine, dropping one of tom’s hands so you can lead him upstairs. they each return the smile and share curious looks.
following behind you, tom keeps your hand tight in his own. he’d thought you were going to grill him about the kiss that barely happened. it seems like this is a much more pressing matter. his outburst of emotions can be discussed another time. now, it’s time to deal with yours.
you drag tom into the first room on the second floor, which is your dad’s study. he’s away on business this weekend, so he luckily couldn’t make the party. tom sits down in the office chair. you sit up on the desk, in front of him. your lip quivers the second his worried features come into view.
“y/n/n, what’s going on? why are we in here?” tom wonders, his tone soft. your heart clenches. “i- i wanted us to have some privacy when i told you this,” you sniffle out and blink back the tears forming. you’re sort of shaken from the conversation with your mother, and mostly because you have no idea how tom will react to your confession.
his hands come to stay on your thighs, right below your dress. they feel warm against your bare skin.
“tell me what? i’m listening, yeah?” tom gazes up at you with so much love. “lay it all out for me.” god, he’s fucking amazing. if only you knew where to start. “do you, um…” you trail off, letting your tears subside and words settle. “do you remember when your family made your big debut in town?”
a grin replaces tom’s frown, painting his beautiful face. “how could i forget? you made it quite memorable.” he traces circles on your thigh and elicits a giggle from you. “i spilled a whole thing of soda on your white fucking button down,” you recount with a lighthearted sigh. “right before your dad was supposed to introduce you to everyone, too.”
tom presses his tongue into his cheek to hold back another grin. “took ages to get it out. dad went mad when i didn’t show.” he cocks his head to the side, you leaning back on your hands. “you held me hostage in the laundry room so you could do that bloody stain stick.” your mouth drops open in mock offense. “i had to clean up my mess! i wasn’t gonna let the world meet you covered in pepsi.”
that was one of your earliest memories together. the holland’s threw a party and invited everyone who was willing to attend. they had been hoping to properly introduce themselves to the town, and this was their way of doing so. although yours and tom’s friendship was fairly new, you spent all night together because you had experience with such events.
tom’s dad was making a speech to thank the guests for coming. you and him listened from the snack table, until his name was called. he rushed to go up there while you were pouring yourself a drink. he’d bumped into you, and the bottle ended up all over him. you snuck tom right off to his laundry room.
you’d felt terrible as he stood there shirtless and blushing, you aggressively swiping his button down with a stain stick.
“why do you bring that up?” tom questions and continues circling your skin. you purse your lips. “i dunno. it was the last party i actually enjoyed,” you admit, putting your hand over his that rests on your thigh. “like to reminisce when i’m suffering through one of my mother’s.” his eyes shift to where your hands are laced. “i see,” he affirms. “so, is that… all you wanted to talk about?” “not even close,” you laugh out.
a burst of courage coursing through your body, you say it. “when you kissed me the other night-“ “i won’t do it again,” tom cuts in, trying to avoid the rejection he thinks you’ll give him. “it was a mistake, and i’m so sorry. our friendship is more important than my feelings.” you seem excited to hear that, though it’s not for the reason tom expects. “you do have feelings for me?”
he’d forgotten about his i was drunk excuse.
“um, yeah. i do,” he admits, cheeks rosy and lip caught in his teeth. “but, i’ll learn to put them aside, if that’s what’s best.” “no, no. it isn’t,” you dismiss him and put your free hand on his chest. “i love you, tom. that’s what i was really trying to tell you.” your words bring an instant grin to his face. he chuckles in disbelief, standing from the chair.
“fuck, thank god. that’s all i’ve ever wanted to hear.” he’s between your legs now, his hands moving up to your hips. you’re beaming at him as your arms snake around his neck. a burning question comes to tom’s mind. “hang on. why didn’t you kiss me back, then?” he almost whispers, thumb brushing over your hipbone. “this is gonna sound weird, but… my mom,” you reluctantly let out.
“you’re gonna have to elaborate,” tom prompts you and raises an eyebrow. you can’t hold back your eye roll. “she’s never been a fan of the person you are in the media.” his lips form a line. “i gathered.” your fingers tangle in his curls at the nape of his neck reassuringly. “i was subconsciously scared i would be letting her down in some way, if we were together.”
tom allows your hands to work their way up to his scalp. he exhales contentedly as you play with his ever so soft hair. “i understand, she’s intimidating. what’s changed that brilliant mind of yours about coming clean?” your nose scrunches up when he pokes one of your temples. “oh, yeah. i yelled at her earlier ‘cuz she stole me away from you.” his face lights up. “sexy.” “shut up,” you groan. “someone had to tell her off.”
“good thing it got to be you,” tom agrees with a squeeze at your hip. “‘m proud of you, y/n/n. it’s not easy, standing up to mummy dearest.” you tug on his hair. “like you’d know. nikki is a saint.” “that’s what she’ll have you believe,” he says under his breath, you gasping. his lips turn up in a smirk. “on that note… i love you, too.”
“would’ve been embarrassing if you didn’t say it back,” you acknowledge with a cheesy smile. tom dips his head down to rest his forehead against yours. “yeah, yeah. save the attitude for your mum.” your legs easily wrap around his waist, tom’s breath hot as it hits your face. “let’s give that kiss another go,” you mewl. he doesn’t hesitate to reply. “with pleasure.”
tom’s lips land on yours, you kissing back right away. he smiles into it as your lips gently move together. “about fucking time,” he grumbles, your hands situating in his chocolate curls once again. he’s savoring every second you touch him, kiss him, love him. the taste of your mouth is one he’s craved for longer than you could imagine.
it doesn’t take long for things to heat up, you messing with tom’s hair and tom rubbing your hips. you lay back on the desk as his tongue enters your mouth. holding you by your waist, tom hovers over you. his tongue tangles with yours in a deep kiss. between that and his fingers beginning to massage your thigh, you’re done for. you’re ready to take this a step further by the time he’s kissing down your neck.
“tommy?” you grab onto his shoulders, your head back. his lips detach from your skin with a grin. “yeah, love? ‘s everything okay?” he coos, pressing a final kiss to your collarbone. “more than.” you tilt his chin up to peck his lips. “you wouldn’t happen to have a condom, would you? just thinking ahead.” he laughs breathlessly, reaching into his suit pocket.
“conveniently enough, i do. not sure your dad would like me fucking you on his desk, though.” tom sets his hand on your leg that’s still hooked around his waist. “my room’s always available. carry me?” you make grabby hands and bat your lashes. he hoists you up by your waist, not lifting you just yet. “that would break the news of us, no? your mum’s gonna go apeshit.” he keeps his arms around you, chuckling.
“let her. besides, i know a couple of bloggers that would love to announce our status update.” you peck tom’s lips, grinning as you do. you’re suddenly in the air and being picked up by tom. the surprise of it makes you squeal, clutching onto his broad shoulders instinctively. he gives you the look of adoration that’s reserved for you only.
“we’ll go pop a few bottles with everyone, then we’re celebrating on our own.”
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Riding Tom ?
Here’s what I’ll do… I’ll give you some AUs to consider on top of our regular boi.
Actual Tom
Tom loves when you ride him, especially if its before a GALA or some sort of premiere
Sometimes it’s in the back of his Audi where he lays across the leather and holds your breasts in his hand while you work yourself out above him
He’ll moan and whimper because he’s a lil cutie
He’ll hold your hips and rock you against him, coaxing you through the whole process
“That’s it pretty little thing. Good girl.”
“Fuck you look so amazing. Can’t believe you’re mine.”
The only thing you can feel is his tight grip and the cold metal or leather of his watches
Right before he cums he presses his thumb to your clit to get you there
And when he does cum, he grunts and his eyes flutter shut
Afterwards, he drags you down by your shoulders and holds your sweaty body to his, kissing your forehead
“You’re too good to me love.”
You just giggle and he smiles because he loves hearing the sound
Mobster Tom
Mobster Tom gives no fucks when it comes to where you ride him
When he wants you, there’s no room for argument
In his office: he’s either laying across his cleared off desk or sat in his chair where he can fully see you in all of your beauty
In his car: this is one of his favorite ways because your dress is just pulled up and underwear are just off to the side where he can have his way with you
At his house: he begs you to scream when you ride him because he desperately wants his men to hear you and him go at it
In a business deal: this is very rare because he respects your privacy and your morals but when you do agree, he let’s you ride him in front of everyone
Most times he turns the tables to put you on your hands and knees because even though he likes when you take over and hold the power, he’s the real power
He normally wants to be the one to give you an orgasm rather than having you use him to bring yourself to orgasm
Rich Kid Tom
This little shit is C O C K Y
He knows he’s worth it
This little shit is so cocky, he insists on switching out his sheets when this takes place in his bedroom
They’re Versace
He holds your hips and watches you come down around him, moaning the naughtiest things to you
“Yeah… tell me how fucking good I look. Tell me how good I feel.”
“You are so self-centered.”
“It’ll help me cum, just… do it for me.”
He loves the way you grip the headboard above him
Because he knows how much you hate it, only sometimes does he lay money out on his bed and pull you into his lap, letting you get a good view of him and the money that he keeps claiming could be yours if you wanted
Sometimes he’ll take his dad’s boat out with just you and him on it to see you in your bikini and then take it off and pull you on top of him
“I want you on my arm always. You’re too fucking pretty to be someone else’s.” He growls out while you work yourself against him.
A lot of the time he slides his hand between your thighs and gets you to cum
He’s claimed over and over again that he loves the way your face turns up when you cum above him
“Absolute angel.” He mutters just before he cums after you
Boxer Tom
Most times you ride him is either after practice or after a match
These are the only times because he’s exhausted but he’s got such an adrenaline rush that he needs to do something to release it and when you’re sitting in his house looking like THAT, he can’t help himself
If its after practice, sometimes it’s at home where he just flips on the couch and drags you into his lap
If its after practice and still at the boxing gym, it’s mostly in the locker room where he’s laying on a bench or sat on the leather couch against the back wall
He especially loved those moments because of the way your moans and cries bounce off the walls
After a match, it’s either in his dressing room or the ring after hours
Matches normally take place away from home where you’re normally with him
In his dressing room, he’s sweaty and coming down from another adrenaline high, your hips slapping as he growls and grunts and pulls you onto him
He gets a little giddy at the idea of going back to the ring after hours where he’s more than likely won, his wounds tended to and pushing his sweats off to let you straddle him
He loves the praise not only over the match, but how good he feels and how good he’s doing during sex
And this is heightened to ten when you cry his name while you cum
And he’s soon to follow with a victorious howl
Enemies To Lovers Tom
The two of you absolutely H A T E D each other
Like straight up, if you could legally punch him he’d be beaten and bloody on the floor
And if he’s being completely honest, he’d do the same… or he would have
Now he’s obsessed with the idea of you both being at the same party because he knows how it’ll end
You perched over him, occassionally leaning in to kiss and nip and suck at his skin while you use him to get yourself to an orgasm
Sometimes your favorite things to do is go up to the room for your apartment buildings where the two of you have set up some blankets, pillows and lights
He knows you love to have sex up there because no one knows you’re there
Sometimes he’ll get to talking about the stars but before he can finish a statement, you’re crawling over him and he’s done for
He’s not one to tell you no when it comes to you riding him
Especially if you’re faced away from him and your shoulder blades protrude because pleasure is coursing through your veins
Being able to play with your ass while you work yourself above him is his favorite view
And after you’ve both cum and you’re spent and laying at his side with your ear over his heart, he’s started to tell you he loves you
And he doesn’t really care that months ago, he would’ve slapped the shit out of you
I’m just not gonna bring up the fact that I’ve written Tom, Seb, and Harry kink headcanons. 😏
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Money Can’t Buy You Love - 1
Pairing: RichKid!Tom x Reader (A little Enemies to Lovers)
Y/N has worked her whole life to get into the prestige university of her dreams. Nothing can stop her, right? Maybe Tom Holland, son of billionaires and the poster child of privilege, who has made it his mission to woo the ‘Scholarship Baby’.
wc: 2.7k
Warnings: None?
A/N: I haven’t written a fic in so long but I’m obsessed with RichKid!Tom so here is all my love and creativity to consume. This chapter is to set the scene but everything else.. oh boy get yourself ready for angst and smut :)
The bitter cold had rendered Y/N’s fingertips useless as she fiddled with her bag to open the frozen zipper. She lost feeling in her fingers and her face was numb from the snow. Of course, her first day would be a mess. The first day at a new university, a very prestigious one at that, and she couldn’t even get her backpack open. Her whole life has attributed to this moment and it was becoming a disaster. After years of getting top marks in all her classes and her scholarships finally coming through, she was able to get into the school of her dreams. She had to start late in mid-January, but she was happy to even get accepted. What was a drag though was walking through the horrid winter snow or rain that has been plaguing the city and her life apparently.
Y/N rushed through the building doors to get away from the weather almost blindly as she barely avoided bumping into other students passing by, her hands moved insanely fast to gain heat back into her tingling fingers. She was in her own world though, her mind focused on getting to class and memorizing the first three chapters that she read before arriving here. This was an opportunity of a lifetime and she was not going to mess it up. Y/N was so engrossed in her own thoughts she didn’t even notice that she ran right into another student, clearing his coffee straight out of his hands.
“Hey! Watch where you’re going!” The boy yelled which finally snapped Y/N out of her thoughts.
“I’m so, so sorry.” She squealed and froze in place. Her eyes were locked onto the blonde haired student that was giving a stare that could kill. He looked so familiar but Y/N could not place where he was from. “Here. Take this.”
Y/N fished in her jacket pocket and pulled out the few pounds she had and handed it to the boy. He looked at her cockeyed as if she had two heads or something. He scanned the money and just shook his head at her.
“You don’t-”
“Sorry! Have to go to class.”
Without another word Y/N kept her previous pace and raced to the lecture hall. The blonde haired boy watched her with narrowed eyes and then said something to his friends. Y/N didn’t see it though, she was busy trying to remove the whole interaction from her mind. This school was full of geniuses, future politicians, and socialites. Anybody who was even remotely going anywhere in life was at this school and that last thing Y/N wanted was to piss one of them off. She just had to stay invisible until she graduated. Easy enough. She had done it her whole life.
Finally, Y/N reached her Political Science class approximately five minutes early, just how she likes it. Y/N found her spot in the middle of the room and started to set up her laptop to take notes. Thankfully all the buildings had premium heating at her backpack had finally opened. Her luck was turning already. Y/N turned on her laptop and for a second she longingly looked at the screensaver, a picture of her with her family. A little ache rose from her chest but she pushed it down so that she could focus. She missed her family, but she’s here for them. Once she was graduated then she could go back but not yet. The past few years had only pushed her to come here, get the education she needed and finally help her family out. It was hard, really hard. After what had happened-
“Anyone sitting here?” A voice said from beside her which shook her from her thoughts.
“Uh no.”
Y/N didn’t even look up from her screen as the figure took a seat next to her. It wasn’t until she smelled the thick cologne of someone of status that she looked away. Y/N had worked in a department store before, she knew that smell. It was Versace and the price tag was hefty for any normal person. She turned to see who was sitting next to her and her heart nearly stopped.
“You-you,” Y/N stuttered for a second.
“Me what?” The boy chuckled.
“You- I like your cologne.” Y/N choked out and felt her face warm up with embarrassment.
“Thanks.”
He smiled and returned back to his laptop. Y/N was stunned though. It was Tom Holland. The Tom Holland. Son of billionaires and basically the poster child for sophisticated living in England. Y/N blinked a few more time to make sure she wasn’t hallucinating. He looked better in person than he did in the tabloids. He was remarkably good looking with big brown eyes and curls that were hidden underneath a beanie. Y/N turned back to her laptop and tried to look as normal as possible. As if she wasn’t just studying him like a piece of meat.
“You didn’t have to give him money you know,” Tom says abruptly and she gives him a quizzical look. “Harrison. The guy you knocked the drink out of. He doesn’t need your money.”
“Oh.”
Y/N suddenly remember why the blonde haired boy looked so familiar. He was another socialite, Harrison Osterfield, and seen mostly around Tom’s group of upper-classers. A thick red covered Y/N face as she realized she had given pocket change to a guy who could probably buy everything she’d ever own and still have some left over to buy a couple islands. She had not even noticed that Tom was standing there when the event happened. How she missed him, she had no idea. He looked like a model.
“I just felt bad for knocking it out of his hands.”
“Oh, so it’s pity money?”
Y/N furrowed her brows at Tom, was he trying to insinuate something? Y/N didn’t think what she did was rude, but it was all too embarrassing for her to come up with a good excuse. If anyone else spilled her coffee she would have appreciated the gesture. Maybe it had to do with the fact that all the people here are handed stacks of cash, not a few coins and paper money to satisfy the price of a drink.
“No-I just don’t- I- ” Y/N stammered as she went back to her laptop. “I wanted to be nice. I didn’t see anything wrong with what I did.”
Tom laughed as his composure mimicked realization. Y/N looked at him, studying him top to bottom. She had read the tabloids about him so many times that she could not believe he was real. The stories of epic parties, drunken escapades, and too many hookups for the media to count. Y/N had always thought the tabloids were trashy attempts to slander someone’s hard work, but maybe they were right about this one.
“Oh, so you must be one of the Scholarship Babies?”
Tom laughed again, almost as if he was talking to a child. Y/N thinned her lips into a line and tried to ignore him. She hated being a scholarship student because of those very names. People would only see it as a handout, not the fact that Y/N gave up many days and nights to achieve such honors as a full ride to the university. Something people like Tom would never understand. All he probably had to do was ask his parents to write a check and he was admitted on spot. Y/N felt the pit in her stomach fill with jealousy as she stared at the poster child of privilege. She tried to give him her best attempt at a bitch face but Tom kept looking at her, his gaze unmoving even as the Professor entered the room and started writing on the chalkboard.
“Don’t be ashamed. Scholarship Babies are a hot commodity around here. Who else would do the work for the Uppermens?” Tom was trying to joke but Y/N wasn’t having it.
“Maybe if you Uppermens actually worked hard in your life you’d see that us ‘Scholarship Babies’ have more to do than be your bitches.”
Y/N was seeing red as she hissed her words at Tom, who was now taken aback by the sudden aggression. He turned to the Professor and ignored her for the rest of the class time. Y/N tried to suppress her fuming anger so that she could concentrate but her mind was fury from his words. She knew he was joking but she had heard those mockeries many times before. She knew the elite students would take advantage of the scholarship students by either bullying them down or using them as their own personal assistants. The other scholarships students Y/N knew had fallen into those traps but she wasn’t having it. That is why she wanted to stay invisible, get high marks, and graduate as soon as possible. So Y/N set aside her annoyance and focused on the lecture.
The rest of the class went by quickly though. It was the first day so it was just the syllabus and some awkward stories made by the Professor to seem relatable to his young adult students. Quite average. Once the Professor excused the class, Y/N was hurrying to get out of the room. No way did she want to have another talk with Tom Holland so that he can mock her for her unbranded clothes or lack of beach houses. Y/N placed her things away and left the room as soon as she could, not looking back at the elitist that was watching her.
Y/N found herself in the hallway surrounded by other students. All of them were wearing designer clothing, Cartier bracelets, technology that she had never even seen before. It was a lot to take in. Before this, it was all average people. Now it seemed like she had entered an alternate world where everyone but her had shiny hair and bank accounts that could rival Greece. Y/N wanted a hole to swallow her up and take her away from all of it so she started speed walking away from everything. She did not know where she was going, her next class was soon but only God knows where it was. She just wanted to be moving so that no one could take a critical look at her.
“Are you here on a sports scholarship or something?” A voice said behind her. Y/N turned to see Tom racing right behind her. She kept her pace to get away from him but he followed.
“No.” She said flatly.
“You sure can run fast. You should join the Track and Field team if you have time.” Tom responded as he quickened his pace to catch up.
Y/N stopped in her tracks and turned to him quizzically. He was basically chasing her down the corridor like a crazy person. Well, Y/N was the first one to start running but he was definitely running after her. Tom fumbled behind her to come to a stop and tried to catch his breath from chasing her. Y/N studied him once again to try to understand what he was deal was. They had spent no more than five minutes next to each other and this guy was already on her ass. If that didn’t read stalker then she didn’t know what did.
“Can I help you?” Y/N asked dryly.
“You never told me your name, unless you want me to call you SB for the rest of the term.”
His eyes were sincere and his smile created soft creases by his lips. He looked like the most average boy you’d find in England. Y/N knew better than that though. The pictures of him looking absolutely trashed on drugs. The different women he was seen walking out of clubs with. The one incident where he crashed a jet ski into a clubhouse. Those were dark truths that the media exposed. Y/N could not fall for the sweet brown eyes. She could not falter her gut feeling for the way he looked at her.
“It’s Y/N. What’s SB?”
“Scholarship Baby of course.”
A groan escaped Y/N lips as she heard it. He made it sound like a term of endearment but Y/N hated it more than anything. She truly would rather be called a bitch than an SB at this point.
“Don’t call me that.” Y/N snapped.
“Why not? You are one aren’t you?”
Tom seemed to not acknowledge the problem with the name and Y/N did not want to waste her time trying to explain it to him. She assumed he was a person who could only see the world through the lens of his lifestyle. Posh, lavish, and full of booze. Y/N scoffed and bitterly turned away from him.
“Yeah I am, but I don’t like being called one. Like you’re a spoiled rich kid, but you probably don’t want to be called one.”
Driving that distance. Pushing people away. That’s what Y/N was good at. Tom hummed at her response and shook his head. He was somewhat numb to her insults but he still squinted his eyes at her like he was holding back words. He brought his designer watch up to his face and looked at the time then looked back to Y/N.
“I’d love to chat with you more but this spoiled rich kid has places to be. It was nice meeting you Y/N.” Tom moved to go past her but stopped right before their bodies pass.
For a brief second their eyes met and there was a flush of varying emotions. Y/N could not tell if she was more annoyed or turned on by his fierce brown eyes. He was spoiled, but he was still hot. Tom moved a swift hand from his bag and slipped it into Y/N jacket pocket for a brief second then walked past her. Y/N spun around and reached into her pocket, feeling slips of paper between her fingers.
“By the way, Harrison wastes his money on dumb shit all the time. Don’t pay him back for anything.” Tom chuckled as he walked away and disappeared into the crowd of people.
Y/N fumbled the slips of paper out of her pocket and looked at the contents that he dropped into her possession. For a second, Y/N thought she had a stroke. Tom had dropped £250 into her hand like it was pocket change. Y/N searched the crowd to yell at him but he was gone. Y/N threw the money into her bag and stomped off to her next class, fuming again like earlier. She did not want to be paid off like some charity. She didn’t need the money she had a job. Tom Holland had basically handed her pity money. Would the money help out with groceries? Hell yes! But did she want it from him? No.
Y/N felt the twist of jealousy relish in the pit of her stomach again. Tom could just throw money around like no problem, who does that? Spoiled people of course. She knew she was being bitter but it still pissed her off. The way he could walk around like he owned the damn school- well he might as well since he has the money but that's beside the point. Y/N loathed the thought him treating her like a charity project. What deepened her hatred was the fact that she was absolutely enthralled by him. His curls, his crooked smile, the way his eyes lit up when she snapped at him. They had only spent no more than fifteen minutes together and she could list the top ten things she hated and liked about him. Y/N grunted to herself as she tried to dissect the spoiled rich kid from her mind, but he was infecting her thoughts like a parasite. As Y/N sat down in her Cultural Anthropology class she sighed, finally at peace. She peered around the room and felt safe in a different classroom again. But only for a moment.
“We got to stop meeting like this,” Tom said as he took a seat next to her.
This is going to be a long semester
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Actually I’m gonna do a blurb night for my birthday because class starts late tomorrow anyways🤷🏽♀️💗
#tom holland imagine#tom holland x reader#peter parker imagine#harrison ostetfield imagine#ben hardy imagine#dad!tom#ive been really into a dad au#or richkid#but when am i not into richkid!
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Anna's August Fic Recs
Welcome to my August fic recommendations masterpost!! This has been quite a busy month for me but I'm holding onto last weeks of freedom. I am trying to read as much before uni starts and I had a pleasure of reading some brilliant fics this month. I am so excited to share them with you all! I hope your summer is going amazing and to those, who have just started classes - good luck!
To all the writers - I love you and I appreciate you so much!
To all the readers - please, share the fics you read and love. The reblog really makes the change! It’s the least we can do to show our gratitude.
HOLLAND & Co.
✨ Tom Holland
revenges is sweet by @t-lostinworlds
series, social media au, college!au, football player!tom, fake dating, idiots to lovers, all of our fave tropes, i am invested in this series more than i am in my own life, it's just that good
sunkissed by @duskholland
one-shot, 18+, surfer!tom x lifeguard!tom, exes to lovers, h's great mind at its finest 👏
souvenirs of the heart by @veryholland
one-shot, brought me to tears no joke, such a beutiful story, mila did such an amazing job!!
heartbreak girl by @lauras-collection
one-shot, 18+, lead singer!tom, based on 5SOS song, this is so goooood 😫😫 this story lives in my heart rent free right nextdoor to laura!!
act 1: scene 5 and 6 by @youandtom
one-shot, best friends to lovers, helping tom with learning lines, i loved this very much!
happier than ever by @vendettaparker
one-shot, tom being the great lad he is comes to save an awful date and we stan
the trial of the eldest holland by @reawritesthings
one-shot, ex!tom, welcome to the angst town! this is so deeply heartbreaking but so beautifully written!
lucky to be in love by @hollandsvogue
one-shot, rose is going staright for my silly little heart :')
slide in by @uglypastels
one-shot, frat!tom, i fall in love with this story time and time again
white winged dove by @muhollands
one-shot, 18+, conuntry!tom, insert country boy i love you vine here (also, i'd like to take this moment to kindly invite you all to go through d's whole masterlist cause it's brilliant. this mj blurb has sent me straight to hell but it's so worth it)
abide by @hazofmyheart
one-shot, 18+, mob!au, tom x reader x harrison, this made me feel some type of way 👁👄👁
getting ahead of ourselves by @/hazofmyheart
one-shot, 18+, college! lacrosse player!tom holland x tutor!reader, this is soft, this is cute, this is hot, this is everything! 12/10 would recommend
✨ Harrison Osterfield
little lune by @dovenymph
one-shot, celebrating your birthday with haz, made me want a refund for my birthday cause it's so lovely 🥺🥺
it will come back by @greenorangevioletgrass
one-shot, part of the rich kid!au series, 18+, richkid!haz x richkid!reader x actor!tom, there are no words in any language that would let me express how much i love ava and this au
✨ Harry Holland
wild side by @softholand
one-shot, 18+, best friends to lovers, that trope was made to be written about mister harry holland, i swear
lost in your light by @spider-barnes
one-shot, 18+, best friends to lovers, bloody lovely 💛
falling in love at a coffee shop by @/spider-barnes
one-shot, college!au, oh to fall in love with harry holland at a coffee shop 😫
hope is frightening thing by @peterplanet
one-shot, writer!reader x first da!harry, her book gets a film adaptation and harry is being is wonderful self 🥰
my forever by @unsaidholland
blurb, talking about your future with him, it's just 🥰🥰
circles by @farfromharry
one-shot, rich kid!au, enemies to lovers, so wonderful!
MARVEL
🎂 Suz's birthday fics
this total babe @samwilsons-pillowpecs gave us four beautiful gift on her birthday! we adore you, lovely 🥰 these stories are all wonderful anddeserve their own category 💛
you're the glitter in the dark
one-shot, 18+, mob!bucky
if i could touch you...
one-shot, 18+, boxer!steve
love you in a thousand ways
one-shot, 18+, ceo!sam
miss your kiss
one-shot, 18+, biker!thor
🎂@rodrikstark ’s 1.5k follower celebration!
collecion of headcanons with our favourite marvel boys as well as some other characters, i bloody love them all but my numer one has got to be joaquin teaching you spanish 😌
✨ Sam Wilson
book smart by @indyluckycharlie
one-shot, librarian!sam x PhD student!reader, such a warm and comfy little story by my dearest cate who i love very much 😌
he we go again by @/xbuchananbarnes
one-shot, idiots in love 🥰🥰
adventures in babysitting captain america and winter solider by @princessmisery666
one-shot, reader takes the boys to disneyland and it's just so amazing!
stay awhile by @lacapucharoja
one-shot, black!reader, a saturday morning with sam 😌😌
slow motion by @ambrosiase
one-shot, 18+, sam in baggy grey sweatpants and no underwear, need i say more?
✨ Steve Rogers
bullies, bullied by @anika-ann
one-shot, my main babe is blessing us with protective steve and i love her 🥰
there's a peace in dreaming by @babycap
one-shot, i don't have the words to tell you how stunning this story is, please go read it
✨ Bucky Barnes
timer by @xbuchananbarnes
series, soulmate!au based on the movie TiMER (2009). i could go on and on about how incredible that series is but with dani it's a given, sooo 🤷♀️
the kids will be alright by @imaginationintowords
series, social media au, lawyer!bucky x interior designer!reader, single dad!bucky, single mom!reader raising their kid together as friends, also reader x clark kent. honestly this is one of my fave social media aus of all time. and it's got a sequel is coming!!
quick fix by @ocean-bucky
one-shot, tfatws!bucky x ofc, vidra is the queen of ofc's, you simply can't not love her characters!
grant (part 2) by @coffeecatsandsarcasm
two-shot, bucky's in a relationship with a single mom with a little boy, it's so soft, i love this little family!
before sunset, i fell by @buckysbiota
one-shot, modern!au, when i get drunk i get myself cake, when reader got drunk, she got herself a husband. a very fine husband 😏
alcohol you later by @/xbuchananbarnes
one-shot, is it the 4th of dani's fics on this list? yes, she's just that powerful
three flags up by @starbuckie
one-shot, 18+, campcounselor!bucky x campcounselor!reader, best friends to lovers, buck being a cute little puppy in love and i adore him very much
and he kissed me right there by @sunmoonandbucky
one-shot, veteran!bucky, age gap, this is so full of feelings and it's gonna steal your heart!
lost and found by @sunshinebuckybarnes
two-shot, neighbour!bucky, alpine being the matchmaker of the year and we love that for her
hazy dreams and good mornings by @angrythingstarlight
one-shot, 18+, firefighter!bucky, i think that's enough encouragement to read this gem 😏
✨ Joaquin Torres
red by @remmysbounty
one-shot, a truly exceptional story!!
hold my words, keep us together by @/xbuchananbarnes
one-shot, soulmate!au, just simply stunning!
✨Peter Parker
love lies by @rosyparkers
series, social media au, y/n is silk but peter doesn't know it, peter is spiderman but y/n doesn't know it, sarah is the brightest star in the universe and everyone knows it
sunset lovers by @duskholland
one-shot, college! au, soulmate!au where what your soulmate writes on their skin, appears on yours. i don't think i have to tell you that eveything written by h, my beloved is pure gold. the softest thing!
always waiting (for you to come home) by @peterbenjiparker
one-shot, reader comes to peter cause she needs him to patch her up after patrol, it's so funny and sweet and i just love it so much, m is the bestest!!
perfectly a little late by @/t-lostinworlds
one-shot, college!au, reader forgets about peter's birthday. or does she 👀 please, give a round of applause for this wonderful writer who's been feeding us so well this month 👏👏
this fic by @peeterparkr
one-shot, last kiss with peter :') nancy knows all the most beautiful ways to break someone's heart
the plan by @spideyyeet
series, aveneger!reader, reader likes peter, peter likes mj, mysterio shows up, lots of angsty things happen. it's so bloody good, my mates, go read it!!
burning red by @spideyspeaches
one-shot, avenger!reader who who describes people's personalities as colors, it's just a stunning story with wonderful writing and i love it!!
this fic by @mcumendes
blurb, peter brings y/n flowers and is very very adorable!!
kiss me more by @celestialholland
one-shot, first make out with peter and i'm just 😫😫 in love
the reveal by @cloudybarnes
one-shot, best friends!reader where she finds out about him being spiderman, so lovely!!
always by @ptersmj
one-shot, an absolutely adorable best friends to lovers moment
red-handed by @/vendettaparker
one-shot, stark!reader, morgan interrupts y/n and peter's alone time 😏😂
OTHERS
✨ Spencer Reid
as told by flowers by @reidingmelodies
one-shot, story about the progress of the relationship with spencer told by flowers (duh 😂), it's just wonderful!!
✨ Frank Adler
thnks fr th mmrs by @wiypt-writes
one-shot, 18+, reader goes to frank the night before his wedding, i love this with everything i have
will you hold on my love by @writerwrites
one-shot, don't come anywhere near this piece without tissues!!
✨ Ransom Drysdale
undercover boss by @chase-your-dreams-away
series, reader's working at drysdales' company and hooks up with ransom not knowing who he is. this series is so bloody good! i love the reader in here so much!!
a/n: if you catch some kind of mistake or if you see that i miscredited someone - please let me know so i can change that!
#anna's fic recs#august fic recs#fic recs#marvel fic recs#tom holland x reader#harrison osterfield x reader#harry holland x reader#sam wilson x reader#bucky barnes x reader#steve rogers x reader
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Masterlist
Last updated: December 8, 2021
* indicates smut
Track my latest works in the tag #ava writes!
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TOM HOLLAND:
Holland & Co. Household series (Tom x gf!reader):
The two times you and Tom jokingly propose to each other, and the one time you actually think about spending the rest of your life together.
Electricity Sparks
Baby Give Me One More Chance
Mind Over Matter
One Hand, One Heart (Tom x actress!reader) series ON HIATUS
Tom Holland is making his stage comeback as the romantic lead in the iconic West Side Story. Between the hard work and undeniable chemistry with his co-star, feelings ensue.
To Make You Feel My Love (Tom x gf!reader)
Tom finds out his girlfriend has been faking her orgasms, and he wants to make it right.
I’ll Be Seeing You (Tom x gf!reader)
In a dark time, you get a second chance at a last goodbye. Or a new beginning.
Spoil You Rotten (boxer!Tom x gf!reader)*
You help Tom loosen up after a long day at the gym, in more ways than one.
Later (Tom x gf!reader)
aka the importance of removing your makeup before bed no matter how horny you are. or tipsy. or both.
Art Imitates Life Imitates Art (Tom x actress!reader)*
You and Tom work on an intimate scene together... and then get intimate together.
Between Fiction and Reality (Tom x actress!reader)
The road to onscreen chemistry can lead to offscreen rift between you and your costar-slash-boyfriend.
Closing Time (bartender!Tom x reader)*
on a slow rainy night at the pub, a flirty exchange with the bartender turns into something more. much more.
Crash Course (Tom x bi!musician!reader)*
Fresh out of a breakup, Tom moves in with his childhood best friend. She teaches him a thing or two about moving on.
Wildest Dreams (Tom x domme!reader)*
Tom sets out to blow off some steam at a BDSM club during the Far From Home press tour in Bali… and gets so much more.
Check out Tom blurbs & headcanons here!
PETER PARKER
From Eden* (Peter x roommate!reader)
Things heat up as you and your roommate try to cool off with some ice cream during the heatwave.
Bow Down (Peter Parker x Harry Osborn x Stark!reader)*
As the CEO, it is imperative that you keep your seconds-in-command in line.
Check out Peter blurbs & headcanons here!
HARRISON OSTERFIELD
NSFW Alphabet (Harrison x gf!reader)*
Smutty headcanons of our favorite blue-eyed div.
Wander Down (Where The Sins Cry) (Harrison x gf!reader)*
You and Harrison experiment with a vibrator, which leads to some fun times.
Angel of Small Death (richkid!Harrison) AU MASTERLIST*
A series of hozier-inspired one-shots in the life of Harrison and Y/N, two heirs to merging companies who hate each other’s guts. as time progresses, so does their relationship.
Picture Perfect (Harrison x reader)*
Bored and lonely while filming out town, Harrison starts sexting with a mysterious girl he met on social media. As their relationship grows, will they grow along as they go?
Make Me Feel (pornstar!Harrison x pornstar!reader)*
Harrison and Y/N has undeniable chemistry onscreen and off. The question is, how long will they deny such connection and convince everyone that they're just friends?
Check out Harrison blurbs & headcanons here!
HARRY HOLLAND
The Honey Pot (mob!Harry H. x OFC miniseries)*
Bel runs into Harry, a sharp young man on a night out at The Court. Little did they know, what follows after their initial sparks is far more complicated than a simple hookup.
Red Right Hand (mob!Harry H. x OFC miniseries)*
After a complicated encounter, Harry and Bel try to plan an escape route as secret lovers. Unfortunately, life has other plans.
The Next Ten Minutes (stage manager!Harry H. x actress!reader)*
Harry and Y/N spends ten minutes hooking up backstage, and maybe, just maybe, ten minutes isn’t enough.
Check out Harry blurbs & headcanons here!
BUCKY BARNES
Blurbs/Headcanons:
Friends with benefits with Bucky*
Flirting on morning jogs
Comforting Bucky after a nightmare
SAM WILSON
Blurbs/Headcanons:
Dad!Sam shenanigans with daughter!reader
Sam as the first guy to go down on you*
HENRY CAVILL
Pin-Up Girl (Henry x gf!reader)*
Getting dolled up means Henry can’t keep his eyes-- or hands off of you.
HARRY STYLES
To Feel Good (Harry x gf!reader)
Harry’s music video reminds you of a forgotten passion and happier times.
Epicurean Pleasures (softdom!Harry x gf!reader)*
You and harry indulge in a racy lingerie and even racier evening.
BARRY KEOGHAN
In Agreement (Barry x actress!reader)* NEW!
you and barry go through a series of interviews to promote your latest movie. little did they know, there's more to the story than what meets the eye...
DRUIG
Only Joy, Only Anguish (dom!Druig x human!reader)*
It’s a nice, peaceful summer morning in your little house with druig, so naturally, you’d want to stir shit up (aka the 2 times you messed with druig, and the 1 time he made you pay for it.)
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𝙋.𝙋. – Fratboy AU, College AU & High School AU
Categories: Fratboy AU - College AU - High School AU
Read the warnings for each fic.
Organized by category.
← 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘗𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵
Fratboy AU:
@cherienymphe - Best Friends Forever - dark!peter
College AU:
@hollandcrush - don't hold back
@mypoisonedvine -
free use with peter Parker
it’s always the quiet ones... - dark!peter
@spideyspeaches - Lovesick and a Little Bit Drunk - friends to lovers, college roommates
High School AU:
@rosyparkers - sun & moon - social media au, richkid!reader
#Peter Parker#Peter Parker fic#peter parker fic rec#peter parker fanfiction#Peter Parker fanfic#Peter Parker x reader#Peter Parker x you#peter parker x fem!reader#fic rec#reader insert#fic recommendations#high school au#fratboy ! peter parker#fratboy!Peter Parker#college au#high school fic rec#high school!Peter Parker#college!Peter Parker#college!peter#fratboy au#college fic rec#fratboy fic rec#spiderman#spiderman fanfiction#spiderman fanfic#college reader#college!reader#college Peter Parker#fratboy Peter Parker#high school Peter Parker
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farfromharry blurb night!!
who i’m writing for and which au’s:
- tom holland
(dad!tom, mob!tom, ceo!tom, boxer!tom, lifeguard!tom, college/frat!tom, professor!tom)
- peter parker
(dad!peter, stark!reader)
- arvin russell
(dad!arvin)
- harry holland
(dad!harry, richkid!harry, roommate!harry)
- harrison osterfield
(dad!haz, ceo!haz, mob!haz)
- michelle jones
- bucky barnes
(dad!bucky)
other:
- please check my request guidelines before sending anything in!!
- you can use any prompts from my dialogue prompts or dad/stepdad prompts
- i’m not writing holland!sister this time (so please dont ask)
blurb nights taglist → @icyhollands @call-me-baby-gir1 @photoshopart15 @siriuslyslyslytherin @musicalkeys-blog @itstaskeen @zspideyy @spideyssunshine @givebuckyhisplumsnow @sannie-san-shine @sonnydoesrandomshit @itsbieberxholland @spideyspeaches @l0velyevans @captainamirica @annathesillyfriend @paninipress @bvttercupbby @hollandswife @dhtomholland @scarletspideyy @mrsholland96 @just-lost-inbetween-worlds @writingrem @aayaissaa @jacksnoodles @edmundspevensea @lovehollandy12 @tomshufflepuff @cedricdiggorysimpp @rqmanoff @mcushvft @miraclesoflove
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sort by au
full masterlist | there is nsfw material in the tags!
Tom Holland
[ au ]
↠ boxer!tom
↠ dad!tom
↠ frat!tom
↠ fwb!tom
↠ koh!tom
↠ mob!tom
↠ prince!tom
↠ professor!tom
↠ richkid!tom
↠ roommate!tom
↠ famous!reader
[ trope ]
↠ fake dating
↠ friends to lovers
Peter Parker
[ au ]
↠ college!peter
↠ soulmate!peter
↠ avenger!reader
↠ stark!reader
[ trope ]
↠ fake dating
↠ friends to lovers
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wip list
mostly for my convenience/to hold myself accountable lmao
sweetest kill chapter thirteen: resuscitate
wrath and harry osborn and violence
pink moon, blue film -- richkid!neighbor!ex! tom x reader
for @/venomsilk’s valentine’s day bingo! it’s going to be very hot but also very angsty...
untitled tom holland work -- enemies to lovers mayhaps....
untitled peter parker work -- peter smokes weed for the first time.
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TOM-HOLLAND-PARKER KINKTOBER 2021 MASTERLIST
ALL THE WIRITING ON HERE IS 18+
October 1
Overstimulation
Tom Holland x reader
October 2
Mutual Masturbation
Richkid!Tom x Reader
October 3
Daddy Kink
CEO!Tom x reader
October 8
Phone sex
Peter Parker x reader
October 9
Edging
CEO!Tom
October 10
Cuckold
Mob!Tom x reader x Mob!Harrison
October 15
Thigh Riding
Frat!Tom x reader
October 16
Humiliation/degradation
Mob!Tom x reader
October 17
Cockwarming
Peter Parker x reader
October 22
Somnophilia
Mob!Tom x reader
October 23
Rebound
Frat!Tom x reader
October 24
Impact play
Professor Tom x reader
October 29
Virginity kink
Rockstar!Tom x reader
October 30
Car sex
Tom Holland x reader
October 31
Sextape
Tom Holland x reader
#kinktober masterlist#kinktober#Tom-holland-parker#tom holland#peter parker#CEO!Tom#Mob!Tom#rockstar!tom#frat!Tom#x reader
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what would you guys want first?
1. awkward friends who have to babysit morgan when tony and pepper want to have a date night. (potts!reader and peter parker)
2. basketballplayer!fratboy!tom x student!reader — enemies to lovers ( might be a series)
3. richkid!tom and babysitter!reader
help me pick which to write first ❤️
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Request Guidelines
Requests are currently closed!
So, without further ado, here are my request guidelines! Please abide by them, and if you don't, I will not write your request.
Masterlist ☆ Taglist
☆Who I write for?☆
Tom Holland
Harry Holland
Harrison Osterfield
Peter Parker
Harry Potter characters (golden trio era)
Sam Holland
☆What I will write☆
Smut, fluff, angst, or a mixture of any
Any AU (such as barista au, Harry Potter au, prince au, fantasy au, richkid au, fratboy au, etc.)
Headcanons/blurbs/oneshots
You can request gender neutral or male or lgbtqia+ reader as well!
However, all my smuts will be with female reader only as I feel comfortable in that.
You may request sensitive topics such as character death or dark character, but I won't make it too gory.
You can request ships such as peraltiaogo, pepperony, etc, but idk if I'll write them.
You can also send request for platonic reader or platonic ships (like Peter and Morgan, platonically)
Crack fics and song fics are very much welcome to be requested too!
☆What I will not write☆
Incest, non-con, pedophilia, BDSM, and definitely not ships like starker, thorki, etc.
No violent things such as severe choking, bloodshed, etc(u get the idea)
Anything I'm not comfortable writing, such as threesomes (I'm in no way gifted to write all those)
☆Some further advice☆
If you send a request, please remember that I may take some time as I prefer to take my time to really write it as good as I can.
If you request on anon, it's fine, but you will have to stay updated on when I post a new fic, coz I'm a little slow with requests.
If you send a request again and again, I will delete it.
If I cannot write your request for some reason, I will inform you, please don't mind it!
I am fairly busier as of now and spend more time creating gifsets, so if you request something, it will take a few days to write. In some cases i may not write, simply because i dont want to, as im less inspired these days for writing.
I think that's it, I guess. If there's more, I'll add further. Happy requesting!
Page dividers are mine!
#request guidelines#peter parker x reader#tom holland x reader#harrison osterfield x reader#arvin russell x reader#peter parker smut#peter parker fluff#tom holland smut#tom holland fanfic#harry holland x reader#request status#shreya rants#shreya talks#shreya writes
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Everything I Need To Hear
Pairing: Rich!Tom x Reader (Basically RichKid!Tom but a tad older)
Wc: 1.8k
Warnings: Unplanned pregnancy but its fluff
Summary: Telling you fiance that you’re pregnant is nerve-wracking
A/N: What can I say? Dad!Tom makes me so soft and @mrs-hollandstan keeps teasing me with it!! Also RichKid!Tom is amazing? And I might make a series of this after MCBYL. Depends if y’all like it though.
The bright white lights of the room made you feel hotter than you already were. The nerves were eating at you. It had been two weeks since you figured out you were late, and now you’re late late. You had bitten your bottom lip until it became numb, your mind wandering and memorizing the gold trim of the bathroom. You stared at the pregnancy test that sat on the marbled counter and for a second you can’t breathe.
You know how you got here though. Tom had taken you to Switzerland for a ski trip as an anniversary present. After a whole day on the slopes, the two of you had cuddled up next to the fire with a glass of pinot grigio, your head on his chest while his fingers played with the bottom of your sleep shorts. The heat of the moment overcame you, not caring about how you had forgotten your birth control at home and Tom didn’t pack any condoms. But at the moment you didn’t care, the two of you wanted each other in the most intimate way.
The memory was wiped from your mind as the test changed. For a second, everything was cold. You didn’t know what you expected, but it was still surreal. Your eyes scanned Pregnant on the test over and over again. Your mouth fell slightly but no words slipped through your lips. Emotions overwhelmed you as the room started spinning. You were not upset, but it was a lot to handle when you weren’t planning for it.
You had always wanted children and Tom had always agreed. He’d say three every time. Two boys and a girl that looked just like you. But this was not part of the plan. The two of you had been together for two years and were engaged, but kids were a far off plan. Something to think about in three to five years, not months before your wedding. You exhale and place the test in your purse, knowing the maids might snoop if you threw it away or hid it in the bathroom.
Tom would be home soon and you needed to recollect yourself before he arrived. He was spending the afternoon with his brothers at the golf course, getting a couple of holes in before the two of you needed to meet with the wedding planner. You walked outside to the rose garden to get some fresh air, your mind flooded with a hundred thoughts as you held your normal sized stomach.
The memory of Christmas flashed before you. You sat next to Tom around the dazzling Christmas tree, presents abundant for the Holland clan, and the house was decorated beautifully. Not only were the Hollands rich, but they loved Christmas so they went all out. Full-size Nutcrackers, garland around every post and railing, and music played at all times in the background. You stared at Harry and his wife, Brooke, playing with their one-year-old daughter and her new toys. Your heart melted at the sight, Tom also seemed smitten as he couldn’t stop smiling.
“She’s so precious.” You sigh.
“You wanna hold her?” Harry asks and holds up the child.
You didn’t even respond, you take the girl from his arms and hold her tightly. She moved around in your arms and babbled a bit, but she cuddled into your chest as she was falling asleep. It had been a long day and she was tired after being stimulated by the lights and sounds. Tom watched the two of you, his eyes almost turning to hearts, and he took a picture.
“When are you two gonna have kids?” Paddy asks as he turns around his seat.
“One day bud. Let us get married first.” Tom replies but damn did he want to make you a mom right there.
It seemed like fate now. You remember that moment wanting to have a talk with Tom about having kids but talked yourself out of it. Funny how things work. You looked across the garden and rubbed your hands together. You were excited, you wanted to have this baby, but Tom’s reaction scared you. He was well off, money would not be an issue. He had enough money to take care of a village of kids, but was Tom ready? He talked about being a dad all the time, but it was always future tense. Never speaking about in the moment because it seemed impossible for you to get pregnant because you were so careful.
You heard Tessa barking across the lawn and lump landed in your throat. Tom was definitely home early and it was time to face your fiance. Tom will take it well, you kept saying that over and over again but nerves still flooded your body. You entered the house through the outdoor breakfast doors, Tom was sitting in the kitchen getting a drink of water. He instantly brightened up as he crossed the room to you. His tight polo showed off his beautiful arms and his trousers were fitted nicely around his torso. He looked like a whole snack and you knew that was how you got pregnant.
“Afternoon love, how was your day?” Tom kisses the top of your head and wraps his arms around you. “I’ve missed you.”
“I missed you too.” Your words are shaky as you return his embrace. “I’m fine. How was your time with the boys?”
Tom started going off about Sam’s swing and you completely zoned out. All you could think of was babies and Tom. It was tunnel vision to you, all you could see was Tom holding a beautiful baby in his arms. You only snapped from your daydream when Tom started talking about Harry and his daughter.
“Harry had to leave to go pick up the little munchkin. She’s getting so big now.” Tom rambles as he turns away and cleans out his cup in the sink.
“Yeah, “ You pause for a second and clear your throat. “I wonder when they’ll have another.”
“Brooke said she wants another in like a year or so. Harry said he wants to wait at least three but you know he is.”
Tom seems oblivious to your softened glance, your heart pounding harder as you skimmed over the topic. You wanted to yell it out but you had to wait a bit longer, get a sense of how Tom will react. You eyed your purse that sat on the counter, walking towards it slowly.
“The little darling deserves a playmate soon though. She’s a ball of energy and she needs a friend.” You were slow with your words, watching Tom’s reaction.
He didn’t quite get what you were saying, shrugging as he put the dishes away and looking back at you with that beautiful smile of his. Oh, how you hoped your baby would have his smile.
“Yeah, she does.” Tom looks at you and breaks out into an even wider smile.
He walks around the counter to get to you, wrapping his arms around your front and placing a hand on your stomach. You became tense, did he know already? Did he have some weird sense? Had you been too obvious? Tom kisses the top of your head and hums into your hair.
“One day love, we’re gonna make a beautiful baby.” Tom rubs his hand across your stomach and laughs. “You’re gonna be a great mom one day. I hope to be an even better dad. I’ll make sure that little babe has everything they’d ever want and I’ll love them as much as I love you.”
You felt tears form in your eyes and you slightly shake in his arms. Tom furrows his brows and turns you in his arms. He becomes concerned as the tears fall from your eyes. Tom tries to wipe them away and kisses your head.
“I’m sorry love did I say something to make you upset? I didn’t-”
“No, Tom,” You pause and grab the test from your bag and putting up for him to see. “You said everything I needed to hear.”
Tom’s eyes became large and his mouth drops wide open, you nod your head as he keeps mouthing words that you couldn’t understand.
“Holy shit,” Tom says as he pulls you into his arms, kissing your face over and over again. “I’m so fucking happy love.”
You let the rest of your tears to fall as Tom celebrate, picking you up and spinning you around the kitchen. Tom places you on the counter and cups your face, kissing you on the lips and letting himself also cry a bit. Just a bit though, he was overwhelmed with happiness and he couldn’t contain it. He pulls away and kneels down to your stomach, pulling your shirt up a bit and kissing it and rubbing a hand across it.
“There’s a baby in there.” He says in a dreamy voice.
“Barely. I’m only a couple of weeks. Five at most.”
“Doesn’t matter. You’re growing a beautiful baby and I can’t wait to meet him or her.” Tom kisses your stomach again and laughs. “You’re gonna be so fucking beautiful. I can’t believe I’m gonna be a dad.”
You pulled Tom from your stomach and up to face you. His eyes were watery but still as beautiful as ever. You gazed upon his face, hoping your future child would have his eyes or cheekbones or his gorgeous smile.
“We’re gonna be parents.” You cry again and Tom nods.
“Yes, we are. I’m going to spoil that little babe. Even more than you if that’s possible.”
You laugh and cup his face. He spoiled you with clothes, food, jewelry, and makeup almost every day. You couldn’t even think of what he’d do for your baby. You knew the baby would probably have every toy it ever imagined and their room would put yours to shame. A laugh and kiss your fiance again.
“I love you, momma.” Tom murmurs against your lips which makes your heart explode.
“I love you too, “ You point down to your stomach and smile. “And so do they.”
Tom leans his forehead against yours and holds you in a warm embrace. For the first time since you’ve taken the test, time had slowed down. You were in his arms and your hand covered the front of your stomach. You knew there was nothing much now, but you were overjoyed with the months to come that you’d grow bigger and have a beautiful bundle of love soon enough. You bring Tom closer, kissing him again and again.
“You’re gonna make a perfect baby and I’m gonna love you both with every last fiber of my body. I’m going to spoil you two until you have everything you could possibly need. I love you two so much and I can’t wait to meet this perfect baby.”
You kiss him again and his hand is now over yours on your stomach. Flashes of your future come to you, a beautiful bump and telling all of your family and friends. A perfect little son or daughter to spoil, parent, and cherish for the rest of your lives. It was everything you needed and Tom had reassured you.
“Perfect, that’s everything I needed to hear.”
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