#soft!dark tom holland

[wildestdreamsblog]

Tom Holland and characters Masterlist

He got you where he wanted you to be. You were trapped, love.

Peter Parker

Can’t let you go now that I got it - The one where you would find out he was more than just a rebound sex 🥃🍷🍸

I’m dying for another taste - Just before your wedding, Peter’s manipulations and deceits come to light, making you run from him (Part 2 of Can’t let you go now that I got it) . 🥃🍷🍸

It’s a love story, baby just say yes - You promised to marry him when you were young. You might have forgotten about it, but not him. (A part of 800-follower celebration) 🥃🍷

Tom Holland

We’ll never be kids again - Finding out eight years later that you were already a married woman. 🥃🍷🍸

#soft!dark tom holland x you #soft!dark tom holland #tom holland fic #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x reader #soft!dark peter parker x you #soft!dark peter parker #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker #peter parker x reader #dark peter parker x you

[luvtonys]

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞/𝐒𝗼𝐟𝐭! 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝗼𝐧𝐬

Warnings: Yandere/possessive and obsessive behavior, stalking, tracking without permission,SFW, mentions of violence and murder

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𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒! 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛

❤︎☻︎᯽ ✫❀✵

First of all knowing Peter he’s the type to cry and grip on your shirt if you ever try to break up with him. He may or may not have Tony involved if Tony is also a Yandere if so he will let Peter in on some tips and tricks to keep his darling happy and protected. With everything going on Peter is very overwhelmed not being able to always keep an eye on you during missions so Tony has Jarvis keep a daily update and tracker on you to keep Peter at bay.

As we all know Peter is sweet and soft so as a Yandere and I think he’ll still be like that caring and trying his best to keep you out of harms way. If a villain every targeted you he’d definitely be the one to deal with them. Despite being a Yandere Peter is also a patient person and is always very calm and sweet towards you he really wants you to know that he’s there for you and wants you to be able to go to him when something’s wrong. He takes good care of you always apologizing when your crying he feels horrible if he is ever to hurt you in anyway.

Hates punishing you and always feels bad it makes him want to cry or hug you whenever you shed a tear because of him. But Tony is reassures him that it’s the most effective way for you to behave and act right towards Peter. He has the softest soft spot for you so he can’t help but feel giddy whenever you hug himor kiss him on his cheek. He loves to kiss you on the lips, cheek, hand and forehead. He likes to do things with your consent sometimes it makes him feel better about the situation but if he has to he’s willing to do whatever he has to do without your say like kidnapping you when things go to far as you having to much freedom to end up in danger or so Peter thinks.

If anyone tries to approach you and ask for your number or to take you out he’ll be watching and come up to tell them to back of with his arm around your shoulder. Especially if it’s someone like Flash coming to annoy, flirt, or mess with you like the bully he his Peter won’t take lightly to it. Flash messing with Peter is not bad but messing or bothering you is a whole new level of crossing the line can’t he see how your his and he’s yours? That’s when he really gets protective and angry and tells you that if he ever tries it again then he’ll be there if you need him.

Before he ever kidnaps you he has nightmares of you ending up someone else’s arms in another villains scheme or overall the many possibilities of someone snatching you up and most like you selling you it torturing you and he believes that it’s up to him to keep that from happening to you. Even with Peters lovesick obsession with you he’s still really sweet and loves you like his life depends on it. 9/10 Yandere for me because even though he’s very possessive and obsessive he’s still really caring with you and has mostly good intentions only towards you though anyone else can feel his wrath.

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𝑆𝑜𝑓𝑡! 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

❤︎☻︎᯽ ✫❀✵

Soft and Yandere Peter are pretty simply except Peters intentions are completely good when it comes to you but he’s still there to tell a guy to back off if he needs to. But he won’t be as angry to where he wants to kill the person instead it’ll just irritate him. And he’ll walk off while rolling his eyes at Flashes tactics. Soft! Peter really isn’t hurt different from Yandere! Peter he still wants to protect you it just doesn’t involve tracking and stalking you. He’ll just check up on you every once in a while to make sure your holding up good he’s just lost too many people to ignore the thoughts.

He also a little shy when it’s comes to more intimate things between you too like small kisses or small touches he’ll always blush and smile when you kiss his lips or cheek smearing you chapstick/lipstick if you ever wear any. He’s definitely the type to want to match outfits with you in everyone else’s eye especially Tony’s you guys seem like a sweet adorable high school couple. And Aunt May is always excited to have you over she was very happy to meet the person he made Peters knees weak and his voice stutter.

He has good trust and faith in you and trusts you with a lot of things like venting to you or telling you that he’s spidermen you probably even met the Avengers and had a longer meet with Tony. He loves sharing with you wether it be his food his clothes or his legos he loves spending time with you just being around you in general. He also finds it cute whenever you play around in his spider suit or his clothes. He loves letting you borrow his hoodies and it would make his heart swell if you ever wore Spider-Man merchandise.

He also loves baking with you and playing around in the flower and throwing it on each other or you feeding him chocolate chips that should be for the cookies. He also loves play dates with you guys building legos or even playing overall silly games. I could see him walking with you to a playground to play around with each other and just have fun. He definitely makes all your problems disappear with his loving and childish nature. Always making you laugh and let loose. He also ha patience and will always understand if you ever need time alone.

He’s fully committed to your relationship and takes it very seriously he never wants to loose you like how lost MJ and was glad that you were there for him to tell you all about his and losing his Aunt it’s a bonus if your parents accept him due to his situation and help him out and give him a place to stay he’d be grateful and very appreciative. And loves how he gets even more time to spend with your because with it overall 100/10 he’s amazing understanding, very patient and, loving what more could you need if so he’s willing to contribute.

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[dy-dylan]

— ୨୧⠀⠀⠀⠀੭ㅤ 𝖽𝗒𝖽𝗒-𝗅𝖺𝗇 ㅤ۪ㅤ ✿⁠ ⠀⠀나비  ͜͡  ͜͡♥︎ ͜͡  ͜͡⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀　지구 　͏──͏⠀⠀⠀album⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀;　　mwen

꒰ ▒᪶ ≡  ✑ 𝐃ׁ𝐘꯭𝐋ׂ𝐀ׅ𝐍 ⚊ 𝐋𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝐑𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 ☀︎˙

░  ⃝⃭𔒱 𓈒ْ‧ 𝐆𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝐂𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗌, 𝐏𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 ‧໋݊ ☎︎

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[sluttywonwoo]

arm's-length || y.jh

pairing: yoon jeonghan x female reader

summary: you wake up sick the night before you're supposed to join your boyfriend on his work trip. you don't want to get him sick but he still wants you to go. a compromise is made.

warnings: swearing, mentions of covid (the reader does not have it though!!!!), suggestive content (mdni;18+)

word count: 4.4k

a/n: this was originally posted (years ago) on my main/tom holland account. but since i'm sick right now, i thought i might post it here too

notes: fans aren't (as) weird about k-pop idols dating in this au, seventeen also doesn't fly privately in this au... just suspend your disbelief for me

When you woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, throat burning, you assumed the worst. The shrill beeping of the thermometer in your mouth only confirmed what you already knew. You sighed, washed the thermometer and put it back in the medicine cabinet, trading it for a rapid COVID test. You still had a few a stacked underneath the sink for cases like these. You opened the package, swabbed yourself, and reached into the medicine cabinet bottle of ibuprofen. You shook two pills into your palm and used your other hand to cup water from the faucet to swallow them with. Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you took a moment to look back up into the mirror at your bleak appearance. Even in the darkness you could see glassy, tired eyes staring back at you and a fine sheen of sweat that had broken out on your forehead. 

It felt like the minutes were dragging by, but your phone’s timer was going off before you knew it. You checked the test- negative, thank god, and then took a seat on the cold tile of the bathroom floor, trying to decide what to do. Jeonghan was leaving to go to Paris tomorrow morning for an UNESCO event, and you were supposed to be going with him. But you couldn’t get him sick too. You wouldn’t.

Resolving to spend the rest of the night on the couch, you tiptoed back into the bedroom to grab your pillow and a blanket.

Jeonghan turned over towards you as you attempted to quietly gather everything in your arms at your side of the bed without dropping anything and you bit back a curse.

“Baby?” he asked groggily, voice raspy. You saw him blinking hard, trying to get his eyes to adjust so he could see you, but you took a step back into the darkness, knowing that if he saw the state you were in he’d never fall back to sleep, and he needed it desperately.

“Go back to sleep, Hannie, I’ll be right back,” you lied, biting your lip as you did so, but you saw him relax back into the mattress and breathed a sigh of relief.

In the living room you sprawled out on the couch, but your aching muscles prevented you from getting comfortable. The thin blanket you’d dragged from the bedroom didn’t do much for your chill, but you wrapped it around you tightly anyway, hoping it would subside once the medicine kicked in.

“Baby?” you awoke to Jeonghan’s concerned voice above you.

You sat up with a groan and immediately shut your eyes tightly, willing the splitting headache that must’ve developed overnight to go away.  

“Why’re you out here?” he asked. “Did we have a fight I’m not remembering?”

You smiled weakly. “No, baby, I’m just not feeling that good so I moved to the couch. Didn’t want to get you sick.”

“What?”

“I just have a little fever, it’s not a big deal.”

Jeonghan looked appalled. “How little?”

You pressed your lips together, not answering. His soft brown eyes hardened just the tiniest bit and he leaned over the couch to feel your forehead. You ducked him initially, and he chuckled at your stubbornness, putting his hand on your shoulder gently to steady you and you surrendered. His cool fingers on your warm skin felt nice and you let yourself relax slightly back into him as he gauged your temperature for himself.

“You’re burning up, love. Why didn’t you wake me up?” he asked, trying not to sound hurt.

“You needed sleep,” you explained, voice barely audible.

“And you didn’t?” 

You shrugged. “You have all that important stuff starting today, I just didn’t want-”

“I’m canceling it,”

“No, Jeonghan, you’re not.”

“You’re sick!”

“You can’t cancel on the UN,” you repeated in a measured tone. 

“What are they going to do, fire me?”

“I don’t know, maybe? I’d go as far as to say they’d murder you.” You took a deep breath. “I’m an adult. I can take care of myself.”

Jeonghan let out a frustrated sigh and ran a hand through his hair. “But you shouldn’t have to!”

“It’s fine, babe, really. I do it all the time, my immune system is a bitch.” You laughed lightly.

“Because I’m gone all the time,” he murmured in realization.

You frowned because that’s not what you’d been trying to get at, but you knew Jeonghan was already beating himself up for it anyway. “You know that’s not your fault. Your job…” you trailed off. 

“I just want to be able to take care of you.”

“And I don’t want to get you sick during the most important season of your career.”

Jeonghan pinched the bridge of his nose. “I-I can’t just leave you like this!”

“Fine, what about a compromise?” you asked with a cough. Jeonghan narrowed his eyes, but was listening. “I go with you, but you can’t touch me.”

“What? I can’t-” he sputtered.

“Not until I’m better! Do you know how much of an earful I’d get from your managers if I gave you what I have?”

“That’s a terrible compromise.”

“It’s the best I’ve got.”

“You realize how ridiculous that sounds? I can’t touch my fucking girlfriend?”

“What do you want me to say?”

“That you’ll let me take care of you.”

“You can. From an arm’s length.”

“An arm’s length?! Like literally?”

“Yep.” You held your arm out in front of you to demonstrate. “That should be good.”

“You’ve got to be kidding.”

You were not kidding. And you were nothing if not stubborn. At the airport,  you were able to exchange your first class ticket for an economy seat in a row that wasn’t completely full when Jeonghan was taking pictures with some fans. You felt a little guilty about stranding him and going behind his back, but you told yourself it was for his own good. 

“Ready, babe?” you asked with as bright a smile as you could manage, hoping you didn’t look as sweaty as you felt.

The girls Jeonghan was surrounded by glanced up at you and gave you polite smiles. They backed off to give you guys some space, but still watched on curiously as the two of you interacted.

Jeonghan reached out for your hand and you didn’t pull away, knowing how bitchy it would look in front of the fans. He smirked as he interlaced his fingers with yours and waved goodbye to the girls. As soon as you got to the security line you yanked your hand out of his grasp, pulling out a bottle of hand sanitizer and squirting a bit into his hands. 

“You’re paranoid,” Jeonghan said with a chuckle, rubbing his hands together nonetheless.

“I’m trying to save my own ass,” you muttered coughing into your sleeve a couple of times. A few people in line gave you wary looks, but you ignored them.

You sat two seats apart from Jeonghan at the gate while you were waiting for the plane to arrive and Jeonghan didn’t protest, talking to you softly as you rested your eyes. You liked to listen to his voice, and he didn’t understand it, but indulged you anyway. He talked about different people around the terminal, describing them in detail. He talked about his sister, gossiped about his members like they weren’t sitting a few feet away. He talked about how beautiful you looked, making you laugh. You were wearing his clothes, the ones you’d gone to sleep in, and your eyes were bright red. Your entire face was flushed and you were still sweaty.

“It’s time for more medicine, my love,” Jeonghan reminded you softly and you opened your eyes again. You sat up and held your palm open so that your boyfriend could shake the pills from the bottle into your hand. You swallowed them with a sip of sprite. The bubbles felt good on your throat. 

An announcement was made for first class to start boarding and Jeonghan stood with a stretch, cracking his knuckles. 

“That’s us, baby,” he said when you didn’t stand, beckoning you to join him.

“About that…”

“About what?”

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“Mr. Yoon, I’m really sorry, but you need to board, sir.” The flight attendant was young and nervous. You felt bad about holding everyone up, and even worse for making this woman’s job harder than it had to be.

“Please just give me another moment,” he pleaded impatiently. 

You’d been arguing with him for about ten minutes. The rest of first class had already boarded and business class was on standby, the only one holding them up being Jeonghan. In any other circumstance they would’ve gone ahead and started boarding business class anyway, but because Jeonghan was a priority passenger, they had to wait for him to be seated before they could continue. 

“It makes no sense. Why the fuck would you switch you tickets?”

“Jeonghan, we’re making a scene,” you said tiredly, noticing some of the passengers waiting had their phones out. It wasn’t anything you weren’t used to, but you knew this wasn’t going to turn out well for either of you. 

“I don’t care.”

“I’m sorry, okay?” you apologized, your voice coming out weak. “Can we talk about this later?”

He hesitated, but ultimately gave in with a curt nod. 

“Now get your ass on that plane. I’ll see you when we land.”

Jeonghan gave you a tight smile and a kiss on the cheek that made you freeze. “I love you.”

“Love you.” Bastard. 

And then you watched him go, shoulders tense, expression guarded as he handed the scanned his ticket and walked into the tunnel.

You were one of the last to board, lagging behind the other passengers as not to draw more attention to yourself. Though in hindsight, it had the opposite effect. You could feel everyone watching you out of the corner of their eyes as you walked to the back of the plane and took your seat.

The only other person in your row was an older businesswoman which left the middle seat open. She gave you a nod before turning back to her kindle. You settled into your seat for the flight and shut your eyes. You just wanted to spend the next eight hours asleep and not thinking about how Jeonghan was probably fuming in his own seat right now, but you knew your chances were slim. 

By the time the plane landed, you hadn’t even slept for an hour, despite how hard you tried. It only added to how miserable and exhausted you already were. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the reflection of your phone screen and winced at how wrecked you looked. You were already dreading getting off the plane. Not only was Jeonghan probably still mad at you, but you knew people would be taking pictures of the two of you in the airport and you looked like shit. But there wasn’t much you could do about it aside from trying to comb through your hair with your fingers, which did little to nothing. 

Jeonghan was waiting for you on the jet bridge when you got off the plane, but he didn’t speak to you. You followed him off the ramp and into the airport where he slowed a little bit so you could grab his hand.

It was a routine you were used to, but tired of. Pretending like everything was okay in public when it wasn’t. You knew it was necessary, but you didn’t like how natural it had become for you. You and Jeonghan fought like any other couple, only you had to hide it. Putting on a happy face had become second nature, even when you felt shitty. And Jeonghan giving you the silent treatment right now made you feel shitty. 

You knew you couldn’t blame him either, you had lied to him, but you already felt like you were dying and his anger wasn’t helping. 

The airport seemed a million miles long and your hand felt sweaty in Jeonghan’s. He smiled and nodded at the fans who were waiting over by baggage claim and the entrance and you tried to do the same, but your cheeks hurt after just a few minutes and you knew the pictures posted online later were going to be rough. 

You were almost out the door and in an Uber, when you began coughing and doubled over in the middle of the walkway. It was all way more dramatic than it should’ve been. It wasn’t really a big deal, it happened whenever you got sick because your asthma was a bitch. You just needed a moment to catch your breath, but in a second Jeonghan had a hand on your shoulder, standing in front of you to block you from onlookers and cameras.

“Baby, are you alright?” he asked, voice laced with concern. 

“Now you talk to me?” you shot back, smirking when a brief shade of bitterness crossed over Jeonghan’s features. You straightened up and brushed yourself off like nothing had happened. “I’m fine, Jeonghan. Let’s get to the hotel, yeah?”

He sighed, and gave you a once-over like he wasn’t sure if you were telling the truth, but relented and grabbed your hand- the one you’d accidentally coughed into before switching to the crook of your elbow (like you were supposed to do to avoid spreading germs) and you rolled your eyes. He was impossible.

Jeonghan rubbed your head in the Uber on the way to the hotel and you didn’t protest. You weren’t being very good about enforcing the whole “arm’s length” rule, but you gave yourself a pass for this one. 

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Once at the hotel, you tried to carry some of the luggage up to your room and nearly gave Jeonghan a heart attack in the process. The way his eyes bugged out of his head when you picked up the biggest duffel bag in the pile and slung it over your shoulder while he was trying to check in was comical. You saw him curse and apologize to the receptionist before jogging over to where you were standing, leaving his credit card and wallet on the counter. 

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” he hissed, and took the duffel bag from you, promptly dropping it on the floor. 

You grinned at him sheepishly. “Sorry?”

He squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose, something he’d been doing a lot in the past twelve hours. “Just- stay here, okay? And don’t do any more weightlifting.”

You shook your head at him as he walked back over to the check-in desk, while keeping his eyes on you and nearly tripping over a side table on the way there. You stood there for a second while he finished up the paperwork and the security deposit, too out of it to do anything with yourself.

“Let’s go, hot stuff,” Jeonghan called out from across the lobby, flashing a pair of keycards at you.

He grabbed the bags this time and handed you the keys in return. As soon as you were in the room and the door clicked shut behind you, you flopped down onto the bed like a starfish, and groaned in pain.

“I’m so sorry you’re sick, baby,” Jeonghan said sweetly as he kneeled on the carpet beside you.

“And I’m sorry I went behind your back and changed my seat on the plane without telling you.”

“It’s okay. I understand why you did it. I would’ve liked to sit next to you, though.” 

“I would’ve liked that too, but I refuse to get you sick, Jeonghan. And I got like two hundred airline points when I downgraded my seat!” 

You smiled triumphantly and Jeonghan chuckled. He propped himself up on the edge of the bed on his elbows and leaned forward to kiss your forehead. He frowned.

“When was the last time you took medicine, y/n?”

You tried to recall it, but you couldn’t remember. Your brain felt too fuzzy. “I dunno.”

“Did you take anything on the plane?”

“Um…” you winced, knowing you were about to get an earful. 

“‘I can take care of myself’ absolute bullshit,” Jeonghan scoffed and reached for the backpack next to him. “I’m never leaving you home sick again.”

“Hannieee,” you whined.

He parroted your name back in the exact same tone of voice. “Here, let’s take your temperature.”

He held the thermometer out to you and you put it under your tongue lazily, already knowing it wasn’t going to be pretty. It beeped loudly only a few seconds later and Jeonghan snatched it out of your mouth before you could look at it. 

“Fuck.”

“What’s the damage, doc?”

He cracked a small smile and sighed. “One hundred point six.” He checked his watch. “Okay, it’s about six-thirty now, you can take some ibuprofen now and then some tylenol at nine-thirty.”

“Are you really supposed to swap them out like that so much?” you asked, taking the pills Jeonghan offered you.

“The managers always did it for me and the members, we turned out fine.”

“Define ‘fine’,” you teased, earning a glare from your boyfriend. 

“Please just take your medicine,” Jeonghan begged. “You haven’t had any in your system for hours.”

“I’m usually good about this stuff,” you insisted and threw the medicine back with a gulp of water. 

He slid the bottle of pills back into the backpack along with the thermometer and crossed his arms. “Yeah, something tells me that when you get sick you keep going to work even though you tell me you’re staying home, you sleep on your breaks, take ibuprofen every ten hours or so, don’t really use your inhaler- even when you’re coughing up a lung, and eat mmm once a day? That sound about right?”

He’d only really half nailed it. Well… maybe seventy percent nailed it. Eighty at best. You gave him an amused look and smiled smugly. “You don’t have any proof.”

Jeonghan raised an eyebrow at you. “I have your best friend.”

“Son of a bitch, I’m going to kill her.” You sat up and reached for your phone that you’d set up to charge on the bedside table. 

“Hey,” Jeonghan grabbed your wrist gently. “She was just trying to help, love. I asked her what you usually did when you’re sick so that I could know what you like and take care of you, and she told me the truth. She worries about you, you know.”

“No, I didn’t know that actually,” you admitted.

“Well she does.”

“I know those are all bad habits and stuff, but I’m not completely incompetent. I make myself tea and soup when I’m sick. I take hot baths, 

“Do you want me to draw you a bath?”

“That’d be really nice at home, but… I don’t know, I’m just weird about hotel baths.”

He nodded in understanding. “I get it, let’s just shower instead.”

“Both of us?” you asked hesitantly.

“I was thinking so?” He scrunched his face up in confusion. “Why?”

“Because,” you paused to cough, “I’m sick. I don’t want to get you sick. Arm’s length and all that.”

“I know, but it’ll help you feel better.” Jeonghan held his hand out to you. “Come on, baby,” he coaxed and led you into the bathroom. 

He managed to get you and himself undressed and in the shower without further argument from you. Truthfully, you were too tired to fight about it. You could barely stay awake and upright as Jeonghan worked shampoo through your hair, let alone form a comprehensible sentence. You moaned a bit as his strong hands rubbed soap down your torso, not being able to help your body’s reaction to his touch.

“You okay, baby?” he asked. “Am I hurting you?”

“No,” you said and shook your head, immediately regretting it when the room started spinning around you. “Sorry, just kind of out of it.”

“Don’t worry, my love.” Jeonghan smiled at you and leaned in to kiss you. You came to your senses and pushed yourself away from him. He didn’t even try to hide a frown this time.

“Can you at least try to stay healthy?” you sighed and stepped out of the shower.

Jeonghan wasn’t far behind you and wrapped a towel around your shoulders. “I’m sorry, but it’s not my fault you’re so fucking irresistible.”

You glared at him. “Smooth.”

He looked amused. “Wow you must be really sick, not even my pickup lines are working on you.”

“I’m going to bed,” you said, ignoring him.

You climbed into bed in a sweatshirt, pajama pants, and socks while Jeonghan came to bed in just his boxers. You looked at him in disbelief. 

“You’ll freeze, Hannie. It’s cold as fuck in here.”

“No it’s not,” he replied and bit his lip. “You’ve got a fever, remember?”

“Oh, yeah. Sorry.”

“No need to apologize, baby. I can warm you up,” he offered and rolled over to hold you, only to be smacked with a pillow. 

“Keep your hands to yourself, Yoon.”

You made a small barrier of pillows between you so neither of you would accidentally (or purposely, ahem Jeonghan) roll over and touch the other in the middle of the night. 

“Are you serious?” Jeonghan pouted. “Baby-”

“Nuh-uh we had a deal. You need to be feeling your best for... whatever it is you’re doing tomorrow. You’re the interim leader, after all.” 

“Whatever,” he huffed and rolled over onto his other side.

“You’ll be thanking me whenever you don’t catch what I have,” you said and coughed a few more times. 

You rolled over to turn off the lamp on the table next to you before pulling the covers all the way up to your chin and finally, finally getting some sleep. 

You dreamt about him. About Jeonghan. About his hands on your body while being buried deep inside you. His mouth was on your neck, your shoulders, your collarbone. You arched your back when he moaned softly in your ear, gripping the sheets tightly with one hand, using the other to pull at his hair. You felt yourself getting close when he began thrusting into you harder than before and you gasped at the sensation, only getting closer to the edge when he called out your name. 

“Y/n,” at first whispered and then more firmly. “Y/n. Y/n!”

Your eyes snapped open and you searched the dark room frantically, looking for Jeonghan. He was right next to you, gazing at you in concern. His hair was sticking up all over the place from where he’d moved around in his sleep and he was looking at you expectantly. 

“You were calling out for me, are you okay?”

Your face was burning with embarrassment and you wondered if he could tell. You were still breathing hard, and you were a little sweaty, but you couldn’t tell if it was from your fever or from your dream. “I’m fine, sorry to wake you.” 

“Were you… dreaming about me?” he pressed, leaning over the pillow barrier to look at you closely. 

You hesitated. “Uh, yeah.”

“What was the dream about?”

“Nothing important, we were, um…in a corn maze! We were in a corn maze and I couldn’t find you and that’s why I was calling out for you.”

“A corn maze?” He didn’t look convinced.

“Mhm.”

“Baby?” he asked again. 

“Yeah?”

“Was it a sex dream?”

“…maybe.”

Jeonghan’s face lit up and he lifted himself up onto his arms to climb on top of you. “Here let me help-”

You held out and arm to stop him. “I’m, I’m fine Jeonghan,” you lied, clenching your thighs together. 

He flopped back down onto his stomach on top of the pillow barrier. “So if I reached into your panties right now, you wouldn’t be wet?”

You swallowed. “Nope.”

“Liar.”

“I’m fine, Jeonghan! Sex is literally the last thing we should be doing right now! Do you know how much bacteria-”

“I never said anything about sex,” he countered.

“What are you talking about?”

“I was just going to eat you out! I want you to feel better, baby.”

“I think that’s somehow worse?”

“No way, I don’t think I can catch anything from eating you out.”

“I’m almost positive you can, Hannie. I’m fine.”

“I’m googling it!” He announced and rolled back over. Before you could protest the light from his phone was shining over his face as he typed. “Can you catch a contagious virus from eating pussy?”

“That’s going to be in your search history forever.”

“The internet doesn’t say anything against it,” he declared victoriously.

“Does it say anything about it at all?”

“Uh… yeah. It says it’s fine”

“Who’s the liar now, Jeonghan?” He grinned sheepishly. “Go back to sleep, I’m fine. I’m not even horny anymore.”

He looked at you like he didn’t believe you, but ultimately put his phone back on the table and closed his eyes again. In no time he was breathing deeply and you could relax. Why was common sense so lacking in your boyfriend? What part of the no touching deal did he not understand? The answer was all of it and it was a pain in the ass. He was a pain in the ass. A pain in the ass that you loved very much, but a pain in the ass nonetheless. 

You closed your eyes, but couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t that you weren’t tired, you were still completely exhausted, but Jeonghan had been right. You were still insanely turned on from your dream and you weren’t sure what to do about it. You waited a few minutes for the urge to subside, but it didn’t. 

“You were about to cum, weren’t you?” Jeonghan piped up out of nowhere, scaring the shit out of you.

“Fuck, I thought you were asleep.”

“Just answer the question,” Jeonghan growled, not helping your current situation whatsoever. “In your dream, you were about to, right? You were biting your lip like you do when you’re going to cum.”

You sighed. “Yeah. Yeah I was.”

“But you didn’t?”

“Unfortunately not.”

“Let me help you finish, baby. It’ll help you sleep,” Jeonghan insisted. “You need rest.”

You sniffled and groaned. “Ugh, you’re impossible, you know that?”

“Is that a yes?”

“It’s a yes,” you surrendered and pushed the blankets down below your hips. “But the rule still applies. Arm’s length.”

He smirked. “I think I can work with that.”

#seventeen x reader #svt x reader #jeonghan x reader #yoon jeonghan x reader #seventeen smut #svt smut #jeonghan smut #yoon jeonghan smut #seventeen x female reader #jeonghan x female reader

[the-ace-with-spades]

Random headcanons for Ghost and Soap (and Ghostsoap) part 1

- Soap has the habit of placing his hand on the small of Ghost's back. It looks adorable because next to Ghost, everyone looks tiny and yet Soap oozes such confidence that Ghost feels small whenever he has Johnny's hand directing him by pressing into the small of his back, sometimes Johnny's thumb is rubbing little circles over his spine. He always blushes, too.

- On the other hand, Ghost has a habit of pulling Soap by the hip any time he's about to get himself in trouble. Someone says some shit, Soap turns to the side and opens his mouth and Ghost just reaches his arm across his back and with his fingers digging into the v curve of hip steering him away before he can open his big mouth and get himself in trouble. This is inspired by the Tom Holland&Zendaya photos

- Ghost is always cold, Soap is always hot. It looks absolutely comical during spring when they go out - Ghost has warm sweats and jacket and a hoodie and a hat/mask on and Soap is in shorts and a hoodie with cut-off sleeves. Gaz calls it Soap's slut behaviour

- This means Ghost is a blanket hog. They often sleep in the same bed but separately because Soap just feels too hot to cuddle up under the warmest duvet available in store which is Ghost's preferred one.

- They are decent cooks but Ghost is better at cooking and Soap is better at baking. They also have different cooking styles - Ghost cooks to relax and doesn't stress about the results and Soap takes cooking as a challenge.

- Ghost doesn't get jealous, really. He's too in control to get jealous and he's the ride or die kinda guy so he's put all of his trust into Soap and is used to Soap's overfriendly, borderline flirty personality. It's endearing to him.

- Soap, on the other hand, is a jealous beast. Recruits, other teams officers, strangers in a bar, anyone who gets Ghost's attention or tries to get Ghost's attention, Soap always struts in and stands way too close and asserts his position as soon as he notices. Ghost pretends it's annoying but he finds it cute (he's never had anyone get jealous over him).

- Soap never stops calling Ghost per sir. Not when they're on leave, not when they retire. Sometimes it happens in public and because Soap only calls him sir when he's feeling cheeky, he sounds really bratty and people make their (dirty) assumptions.

- Soap is not a fan of Valentine's Day. Ghost likes to pretend he isn't either, but in the week before the day, he'd do small romantic gifts/gestures every day.

- Soap is the 'leaves his dirty socks on the floor' kinda guy, meaning he never puts back stuff in its rightful place, has tons of dirty mugs lying around, piles of sketchbooks and books and about a dozen of pencil cases, he forgets to make the bed, doesn't fold the laundry for days after taking it out of the dryer, just leaving in the corner in the kitchen. Ghost feels tested when they move in together because he's a neat freak.

- Soap is a hairy beast. He's got dark thick hair everywhere - his chest, back, arms, the happy trail, the other happy trail that goes down his inner thighs. He'd have to shave twice a day if he had to keep a clean-shaven look.

- Ghost is not exactly hairy but also not hairless, it's just that the majority of his body hair is very pale.

- Ghost unironically likes Vimto. His favourite takeaway is Chinese and he actually likes beans on toast for breakfast and scotch eggs. He, however, can't understand how Soap can eat oats for breakfast every day.

- Ghost does, in fact, have a soft tum. Soap also has a healthy layer of fat over muscles but Ghost doesn't really have the abs shape - he's teddy bear shaped.

- Ghost feeds stray cats scraps of meat any time he cooks off base.

- Soap definitely has ADHD. He doesn't shut up and his mind is brilliant but very scattered.

#sometimes i also headcanon ghost as trans but that's a whole another post #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #ghostsoap #ghoap #cod #q #op

[alltoowelltom]

jellybeans (t.h)

tom holland x famous!reader

summary: the antics of tom and his girlfriend on the red carpet somebody teach me how to write a summary.

enjoy!

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“Tom! Tom! Over here!” calls a particularly excited journalist. Tom smiles as he heads over, squinting slightly at the blinding flashes of the cameras. 

“Hey mate, how’s it going?” he asks politely. 

“I’m great, thank you,” beams the journalist. “So tell me, how does it feel to finally be at the No Way Home premiere?”

“It’s such a good feeling man, I can’t even begin to describe it. We’ve all worked so hard on this film and I just can’t wait for everyone to see it.” Tom answers. 

“Can you tell us anything new about the film?” asks the journalist. 

“All I can say is, bring tissues!” Tom laughs, quirking a brow at the nearest camera. 

The journalist looks around as if to scan the rest of the red carpet before asking his next question. 

“And where’s the lovely Y/N Y/L/N tonight? She is coming, right? Everyone’s so excited to see her.”

Tom’s eyes light up at the mention of your name and he blushes slightly, one hand reaching up to rub at the back of his neck. 

“She’s always running late,” he says, playfully rolling his eyes. “I swear she was late on set every day during filming. Jon Watts started telling her filming started half an hour before it actually did so she wouldn’t miss her first scenes of the day.”

“You’re kidding!” Laughs the journalist. 

“I’m serious mate.” Tom laughs along. “But I just got off the phone with her before and she swore she was just down the street-”

Tom cuts himself off as a roar of cheers and screams echoed from the crowds situated at the end of the carpet. He loses his train of thought and can’t hide the grin on his face as he cranes his neck, catching flashes of your red dress through the crowd. You catch his eye and make your way over, smiling and giving the journalist a little wave. Tom rests his hand gently on your lower back, pressing a feather-like kiss on your forehead, his way of saying hello in front of the cameras. 

“Didn’t I tell you she’d be here?” he chuckles. 

“Y/N, you look gorgeous!” gushes the journalist. “That shade of red looks incredible on you!”

You blush slightly, leaning into Tom’s side. “Oh, thank you so much!” you say. “And the finishing touch of my outfit…” you reach one hand up and hook your hair behind your ear, revealing your earrings, each one a delicate silver spiderweb glinting in the camera flashes. 

“I love it. And your purse is uh, an interesting choice…” the journalist trails off, taking in the small glossy Spider-Man themed purse in your left hand. 

“Oh!” you laugh. “Yeah, it’s…unique, shall we say. Really, it’s here to serve a different purpose,” you lean in to whisper conspiratorially, unzipping it and flashing the purse full of multicolored sweets at the camera. “Movie snacks!”

“Damn, which lucky guy gets to sit next to you?” laughs the journalist. 

“That would be me,” says Tom smugly, holding you tighter. 

“Y/N! Tom!” calls your manager from across the carpet, tapping her watch and gesturing for you two to move on. 

Tom keeps his arm around your waist the entire time as you both make your way along the carpet, stopping from time to time to pose for photos and chat with reporters. As you enter the theater, Tom suddenly yanks your wrist, pulling you into a dark corner secluded from the crowds by a giant poster advertising the movie. 

“Tom!” you hiss. “What the hell are you doing?”

He stands in front of you, wrapping both arms around you and leaning in. 

“Have to say hello to my girlfriend properly,” he says, pressing his soft lips to yours.

You happily kiss him back, running your hands through the curls at the nape of his neck. He hums and deepens the kiss, tongue swiping across your lower lip asking for entrance and you sigh, pulling back. 

“My lipstick, Tom,” you giggle. 

He rolls his eyes slightly as he rests his forehead against yours, eyes filled with adoration. 

“Hello,” he whispers. 

“Hello,” you reply, resting your hands on his broad shoulders, simply basking in the moment. 

“Tom? Y/N?” calls the slightly stressed voice of Harry. He peeks around the corner and rolls his eyes as he spots you both. 

“God, really? I should’ve known you’d be hiding out somewhere sucking on each other’s faces,” he says, comically looking slightly green in the dim light. “They’re gonna start the premiere soon and everyone’s looking for you guys. Are you both decent? Presentable?”

Tom lightly cuffs his brother on the back of his head as he walks past, his other hand reaching behind his back to keep holding your hand. You hang back, knocking your shoulder into Harry’s. 

“It’s a hard job you have Baz, keeping this one in line.”

He rolls his eyes yet again, closing the shutter of his camera as you both follow Tom into the theater and take your seats. 

“Don’t I know it,” he grumbles, quietly reaching into your purse to steal a handful of jellybeans. 

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tysm for reading, ily! reblogs and comments always make a writer's day <3

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[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Hello dear. Can you write about a y/n who likes peter's dark behaviors? (except killing) in which she feels loved by all this protection directed at her. idk she might have NPD

WARNINGS: Soft! dark Peter; Obsession.

AN: It's Tom Holland's Spiderman. I hope you like this :) Please, reblog and give me feedback.

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The minute of thick silence after you discover Peter’s secret box filled with pictures of you, clearly taken when you weren’t aware of him, the extraordinary amount of souvenirs such as lip balms, panties, is enough to scare Peter. 

You don’t utter a word and Peter fears the worst. You’ve discovered his secret and now you’re gonna hate him. You’re going to leave him and tell everyone about the creep your boyfriend is. 

Your face is completely blank and Peter is already getting prepared to get slapped and for you to rush out of the door, screaming and cursing him. But you don’t. Instead, your lips curl into a pleased smirk. Your hand reaches down to grab one of the pictures and you examine it carefully.

“Didn’t know my boyfriend had such amazing photography skills.” 

You’re not mad, you’re actually flattered. Your boyfriend is clearly in love with you, you’re completely perfect in his eyes, he only has eyes for you, he does everything for you. If you ignore the way sometimes he’s overbearing, then he’s perfect for you.

And Peter is beyond happy with you accepting this side of yours. Now, he’ll stop restraining himself from ever leaving your side.

He bashes you in compliments, practically worshiping the ground you step on and you find it so sweet. He’s constantly around you, making sure you have every need fulfilled, just like a boyfriend should. 

Need help with that assignment? Consider it done. You really wanted that new dress? You’ll get it in a blink of the eye. Are you feeling down and insecure? With Peter you’ll never have to feel that way cause he will kiss you and compliment endlessly and you know that he means every word.

That’s how much he loves you. 

And if you ever want someone gone for good, he won't hesitate doing it. Cause it's for you.

#@mrsdarkandyandere7 #yandere x reader #tw: yandere #yandere marvel #yandere avengers #yandere peter parker #yandere peter parker x reader #yandere!peter parker #yandere!peter parker x reader #dark peter parker #dark peter parker x reader #dark!peter parker x reader #dark!peter x reader #dark!peter parker

[callmemana]

James Bucky Barnes: Fanfic 1

Key: smut -🍓/fluff -🌼/angst -🐂/personal fav -👓/

A Little Superstition @jadedvibes 🌼 (college athlete au)

A Million Reasons Series @perpetuelledaydreaming 🍓🌼🐂(college athlete au)

Accidentally In Love Series @creativebeang 🍓🌼🐂👓

Awake My Soul Series @foreverindreamlandd 🍓🌼🐂 (zombie au)

Baby Love, I Need Your Love @shortcakezaza 🍓🌼👓 (mafia!bucky x baker!reader au)

Bad Intentions Series @itsanerdlife 🌼🐂👓 (mafia! au|Ch. 1/30)

Broken Knights Series @itsanerdlife (mafia! au|Ch. 1/30) 🍓🌼🐂👓

Brotherhood & Bullets Series @rookthorne 🍓🌼🐂 (biker!au)

Brooklyn Pride Series @rookthorne 🍓🌼🐂(street racer!au)

Cruel Intentions Series @itsanerdlife 🌼🐂👓 (mafia! au|Ch. 1/24|sequel to bad intentions)

Chemistry 2 @onceuponastory 🌼🐂👓 (danceteacher!bucky au)

Firebug Series @areyoureadyforsomemeatballz 🍓🌼🐂👓 (firefighter!au)

Forever @onceuponastory 🌼🐂👓

For Love of the Game Series @perpetuelledaydreaming 🍓🌼🐂👓 (baseball!au)

Heat on High Mini Series @tom-holland-parker 🍓🌼🐂👓 (firefighter!bucky x singlemom!r)

His Empire, Her Rules Series @rookthorne 🍓🌼🐂 (mafia!au)

I Think I Met You In My Dreams Once Series @frostironfudge 🌼🐂👓 (ex!military! x +sized!reader)

In Seven Years @perpetuelledaydreaming 🌼🐂👓 (baseball au {mentions of pregnancy})

In The Embers Series @foreverindreamlandd 🌼🐂 (+sized!Rogers!reader)

Inked Sun Series @rookthorne 🍓🌼🐂 (tattoo!artist!au)

It Comes Back To Me 2 @frostironfudge 🍓🌼🐂👓(lawyer! Bucky)

It Started with a Smile Series @writing-for-marvel 🌼🐂👓 (regency/bridgerton!au)

It Takes Two @jessybarnes 🍓🌼👓 (pregnant!reader)

It Was Always You @ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused 🍓🌼🐂(+sized!reader)

Last Night’s Story Series @the-canary 🍓🌼🐂👓(stripper!bucky au)

Like I Want You 2 @tmpestuous (college au)

Lieutenant Smolder Series @baezen 🍓🌼🐂👓 (firefighter!au)

Love & Lace Series @itsanerdlife 🌼🐂 (mob!Bucky x burlesque!reader|1/24)

Moth to the Flame Series @tmpestuous (college au/ enemies to lovers au)

Our Life Series @creativebeang 🍓🌼🐂

Out Of Mind @rassvetsky 🌼🐂👓

Part Of A Family @onceuponastory 🍓🌼🐂 (singlemom!reader)

Promises @jadedvibes 🍓🌼🐂 (soft!dark! 1940’s bucky)

Playing Games Series @itsanerdlife 🌼🐂👓 (tw: S/A|HS au|1/28)

Save Me Mini Series @espinosaurusrexex 🍓🌼🐂 (college au)

Scars Series @chickenfics 🌼🐂👓 (western au)

Something Domestic Series @fandoms-writings 🌼🐂👓 (ex-military amputee farmer Bucky)

Something More Series @tellmealovestory 🍓🌼🐂👓 (fwb/situation-ship au)

Shattered Pieces Series @itsanerdlife 🌼🐂 (fighter!bucky|1/20)

Silhouettes in the Spotlight Series @frostironfudge 🍓🌼🐂👓 (actor Bucky x plus sized reader)

Six Months Series @creativebeang 🌼🐂 (explicit themes 18+)

Ties That Bind Series @itsanerdlife 🌼🐂👓 (MC|ch. 1/32)

The Best Man Series @glutenfreepeach 🍓🌼🐂👓 (dark themes 18+)

The Sargent’s Heart Series @foreverindreamlandd 🌼🐂 (+sized!reader)

The Time of the Prey Series @subwaysurf45 🍓🌼🐂 (Knight Bucky x Princess Reader)

The Unseen One Series @extremelyblackandwhite 🌼🐂 (hades!au)

Wrangling Forever Series @itsanerdlife 🌼🐂👓 (farm hand Bucky au|1/10)

Whatever It Takes Series @angrythingstarlight 🍓🌼🐂 (mafia!au)

Where Do We Go From Here Series @sebastianstansqueen 🌼🐂👓 (mafia!au)

I Wanna Be Yours @theeleggymeggy 🍓🌼🐂 (besties to lovers!au)

#callmemanaficrecs #series #one shots #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes #marvel fanfic #james bucky barnes #drabble #james bucky buchanan barnes #y/n x james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes drabble #james buchanan barnes #reader x james buchanan barnes

[userholland]

snowed in hell

you didn't think a weekend with your boss could get worse... actually, it does once you're snowed in with him and away from home. you thought he was the worse, but there is something beneath his cold exterior that's very passionate and romantic and you're curious if you can explore that.

PAIRING: ceo!tom holland x assistant/secretary!reader

GENRE: smut 18+ minors dni!, pwp, enemies to lovers (?), secret crushes, lots and lots of longing and pining, dom!tom + dom!reader

WORD COUNT: 3.2k [the longest one so far lol]

A/N: merry christmas eve/happy holidays! sexy present here lmao. i haven't written smut in a while so apologies in advance but i thought id just throw one in there. honestly may post more on my smut sideblog now that i have a bit more time to write! let me know if this series has been great for you guys :D

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"A weekend away didn't seem like a bad idea"... is what you should be thinking. The winter wonderland that was this beautiful snowfall was all nice and cheery until you're going with your boss for one of his many conferences before the holiday season can start.

Now, Tom Holland wasn't bad looking, but once his egotistical comments spouted out of his mouth, you were able to snap back into reality. Not only could he sound like the most out-of-touch guy, but he flaunted how successful he was on-top of his looks.

So when he invited you－ no, expect you－ to come to this conference, it was a bit of a disappointment when you thought that it would be your one weekend of not doing anything that revolved around him. Now it was all about him... as per usual.

Carefully driving to the five-star hotel, all he did was talk about his own expectations and try to figure out what to say at the big dinner they were holding before tomorrow's conference. All you could do was make mental notes since you were driving and he was checking himself in the mirror in the backseat.

Luckily, you had adjoined rooms so there was some separation between your lives these next two days. While he was working in his room, you hoped to go on the slopes and enjoy breakfast on the nice outside deck while reading a book. Maybe even meet someone like in some cheesy romance movie.

"No, no, we have the charity ball on the 5th. The opening of the library the week after." Tom sighed, "Yes, yes, darling, I'm aware of that, but we can move all those dates... Trust me, I know Mr. Morales isn't with his wife on Tuesdays and Thursdays..." He continued, his left eyebrow arched.

You could roll your eyes, but all you did was take a deep breath.

"Well, I checked in the mirror and I can say that today is gonna be a great day." He smirked.

Oh, God. You needed this thirty remaining minutes to turn into thirty seconds.

"Y/N, slow down a bit. We're in no rush." Tom signaled his hand, looking through the front windshield.

"Yes, sir." You grinned, fixing your posture as you eased your foot off the gas pedal.

♡ ♡ ♡

You're relieved once you're checked into your room, knowing there was one wall between you and Tom. When you lay on your bed, basically hoping into the soft mattress, you let out a huge sigh of relief.

After a few minutes of hearing Tom's muffled voice through the wall, it was silent. You fix your skirt and button up before knocking on the door until Tom said you could come in.

When you step in, you see Tom standing in front of the full-body mirror by the window. As much as you wanted to complain, he did look good in a dark suit. You saw him adjust his sleeves under his jacket, but his tie was crooked.

"Here, I let me fix your tie." You trailed as you walked over.

You leaned into your heels, pulling the tie a bit down before pulling it perfectly where the top button of his shirt was. His brown eyes glossed over as he watched you, admiring how the orange light from the sunset laying against your face.

When you lifted your head, you saw his eyes, but you two could just produce awkward laughs. When you were hired, all your friends envied that you worked for someone as handsome and suave as Tom, and so were you. It was his huge ego that got in the way. Then, there were moments like this where that small crush bloomed back up.

Tom couldn't disagree that there weren't some feelings in the beginning as well. Workplace relationships were frowned upon, and already keeping his father's company afloat, there was no need to try to impress you. He would rather fight off those feelings then see where it goes.

"Thank you, Y/N." He said before clearing his throat.

"Of course, sir." You grinned.

"You don't have to always call me that. It's Tom, darling."

"I know." You quickly said, but you felt heat on your cheeks.

"Well, we need to get down there." He quickly gathered himself before the two of you left your rooms.

When you entered the elevator, it was just the two of you. There wasn't much said but it stopped on the floor below, a few people filed in and you felt Tom place his hand on your lower back as you took a few steps back.

You leaned next to him, placing your hand on his chest. Tom's heart hadn't beat so fast in a while, but in that moment, he thought everyone in the small space could hear it.

"Sorry, sir." You said, pulling your hand back and then tucking your hair behind your ear.

"You don't have to apologize, darling."

Your eyes fixated longer on him before the doors opened, and he walked out with the others.

Quickly, you followed him before he was practically mobbed by his peers, asking all these questions and statements while you stood behind his back. A few times he'd look over his shoulder to make sure you were close, and you would show him a small smile.

Time got away as he loved to talk business before timidly tapped his shoulder and he turned his attention toward you.

"Sir, the conference starts in five minutes."

He chuckled, "Oh, I have to go but nice seeing you guys. Let's catch up this weekend." Tom smiled at the few men.

As the two of you walked away, Tom's smile fell and his hands played with the first button of his suit jacket.

"What happened?" You asked, trying to keep up with his fast pace.

"Just because I have the money to finance their plans doesn't mean I can. I'm not..." He trailed, "Well, I'm not some dream maker. Let's put it at that."

"Sorry about that, sir." You cleared your throat.

"Remember what we spoke about?" He asked, turning to you.

"Tom... I meant Tom." You trailed, giving a half-smile.

He actually smiled back, something you rarely saw but the two of you continued to the hall, taking your seats before a long meeting.

♡ ♡ ♡

After an hour and a half, you and Tom went to the bar as per his request. Instead of sitting at the stools, you were sat at a table and you weren't use to spending a dinner with him. When the waiter came by, you were going to order for the two of you until Tom spoke first.

"One glass of scotch neat and a gin and tonic, light on the tonic." He said, impressing you.

"You remembered?" You asked, sounding like an old friend.

"Of course. It's not always your job to do that." He grinned.

Once you got your drinks, you cheers to the night and a successful start to the weekend. You almost wanted to toast to Tom not getting on your last nerve, but a man came by with 'manager' written under his name on his tag.

"Excuse me, but we just wanted to tell you that there is a harsh snowstorm right now. There may be some bad cell service and the roads are completely covered so, I would advise you not to go out tonight if you were planning to leave."

"Thank you for telling us." Tom nodded.

"We can send anything complimentary to your room if needed, Mr. Holland." He reassured him before leaving.

"Wow, so you're not new around here." You joked a bit and wondered if it was okay.

"Yeah, I've come here a few times. With my dad before I took over the business. Anything you need, on me."

You nodded, taking a sip of your drink, and then the rest of the hour was getting to know one another. He got to know you better than when you were first interviewed, but now that he was relaxed, Tom got to know you better than the side he aggressively showed in the office.

He had been meaning to sit down with you for a long time, wondering if there was any chance he would, but he thought about his reputation too much. He knew it could be a mood-killer sometimes, but there was a lot to hold yet being with you right there made him forget all of that.

There was an unspoken tension at the table and neither of you two wanted to address it... but there was still enough time in the weekend.

♡ ♡ ♡

That night, you weren't sure how to feel. You wondered if there was actually anything you felt romantically toward Tom. You paced the room a few times and ended up staring into the night sky through your deck.

Once you tried to focus on the silence of the room, you could hear the muffled TV noises coming through the wall that shared your rooms. You took a few deep breaths as you approach the door, talking yourself through this in your head.

You knocked, "May I come in?"

"Yeah!" Tom shouted.

When you entered his room, the beginning of the movie Charade starring Audrey Hepburn was on, oddly fitting with the location you were staying at. Tom walked from the bathroom, his tie loosen and his shoes off. He seemed more relaxed than you did, but he probably wasn't wondering what was coming of this in your mind.

"Hi... I uh, I just heard the TV and thought I would um... I uh, come over." You said, knowing how awkward and childish it sounded.

"Yeah, just an old movie. I was practicing my speech for tomorrow's conference." He said, gently pulling off his cuff links.

You hummed, standing there and your knees suddenly felt weak.

Tom took a second look at you, "Is everything okay?"

Butterflies swarmed inside your stomach, fuzzy feelings exploding and all you could do was slowly walk over to him. He sensed what move you could make, but Tom stood tall and strong, able to easily do it.

"Y/N, look at me." He softly commanded.

Your eyes met, and all you could hear was the TV in the background and the sound of your heart beating in your ears. Just as you took a step closer, he placed his hand on your soft cheek. Soon, your lips met in the middle for a spontaneous kiss that tasted heavenly.

As your tongue pressed against his, practically melting at how soft his was, his firm hands began to unbutton your top before he pulled away from the kiss.

"Is this okay?" He practically whispered.

You hummed, "Yes. Yes, keep going."

Just like that, he contiuned pulling apart the buttons one by one as your noses brushed against one another's and you could barely take the tension.

Once you undid the last button, you let your shirt fall near your feet. Standing there in your silk white bra and skirt, you slowly pushed him toward the bed until he sat down. His eyes trailed your body as you stood only a few feet away and your hands met the back of your skirt.

He watched you slowly peel down the zipper, the fabric pulling from your body before it fell to the ground as well. Tom's mouth gapped a bit, seeing your stockings were attached to a white garter belt and the matching lacey, white panties beneath them.

Tom was loss for words, the dim lights not doing any justice for your body. He leaned up as you walked toward him, and his hands immediately met your hips. He slowly pressed his lips against your lower abdomen, giving you butterlies as he continued to tease.

As you watched him carefully place his wet kisses, your hand met his soft curls and carded through them each time he got lower. He used his teeth to pull at the top of your panties, letting the fabric lightly slap your skin.

"You look like an angel, you know that?" He muttered.

You wanted to nod, but he ran his hand up your inner thigh before meeting your clothed slit. He smirked as he massaged the wet spot on the center of your panties. Your swollen clit ached, trying not to let your knees get weak as you still stood infront of him.

Your hands met his shoulders, and your fingernails lightly grazed his freckled skin. He kept moving his two fingers ever so slowly as he left a small love bite on your hip.

"I bet you want me to fuck you senseless, yes?" He groaned, "Until you can't even say words... just my name."

A small moan left your throat as he switched to his thumb rubbing on your clit. You gulped, wanting him to pull them off already but instead he brought you down to your knees.

"Not before you prove to me you're a good girl who deserves to be fucked so good." Tom nodded, holding his eye contact with you.

At first you wanted to pout, but you also wanted to show him that you were no force to be reckon with either. He thought he had the control and you were going to change that.

"Yes, sir." You trailed, giving a new meaning to the respect addressing he always told you not to use.

After unbuckling his belt, you threw it to the side before unzipping his pants. His cock pressed against his briefs, bigger than you expected. You tossed his pants along with his belt before your hand moved against his hard that stayed below the soft fabric.

Your fingers pulled each side of the band of his briefs, watching his cock spring up and all felt was your face feeling hot. He carefully watched your hand perfectly grip his base, pumping his hard slowly as your tongue ran over his red tip.

"Fucking christ, fuck." He groaned, using his weight to push up on his elbows as he laid back on the bed.

He expected you to be fast, but the slowness of your pace was killing him. Your hand moved up and down, your spit lubricating his base and your mouth wrapped around his tip.

"Don't fucking tease me all night, darling." He lowly growled, his hand moving through your hair to keep it from your face. He wanted to watch every second of his cock in your sweet mouth.

As your hands pushed against both his thighs, you felt his cock grow harder as his tip pressed against the back of your throat. You couldn't see Tom, but heard his moans he was obviously trying to hold back.

"No teeth, darling. Open your mouth wider... fucking. Yeah, fucking feels good." He practically panted.

Before he felt himself on the edge, you pulled away and all he could hear was his own heart beating. He didn't question fast enough, and you were already on your feet before straddling him.

"You had your fun, now you're gonna show me why you deserve to fuck me." You giggled, half-smiling then pressed your lips against his. He liked this side of you.

Tom rolled the two of you over, the cool sheets against your back. He parted your legs as he trailed wet kisses over your bra, down your stomach then over your panties. You tilted your head watching him unclip your stockings from your belt, then pulling your panties to the side.

He propped your left leg over his shoulder before placing a kiss on your clit, so swollen and wet. His tongue perfect stoked below your clit and right above your slit, just the place to make your whole body squirm. Tom continued to flick his tongue right at your sweet spot, holding down your hips as they tried to move.

A trail of quiet moans left your lips, completely in awe of how he took his time. Just as your stomach turned, his two fingers slipped inside you. They curled and moved slowly as his tongue worked your clit.

You could cum right there, letting him watch your whole body wither but you wanted to play the long game too. Your grip moved to his curls, tugging so hard the move you tried to hold back your orgasm.

"Oh... oh, I wanna..." Your voice strained, ending up biting your lip.

Tom smirked before leaving wet kisses up your slit and then further up toward your hips until wrapping his lips around your right nipple.

You leaned up on your elbows, smiling to yourself before he kissed you again, "I wanna be in control now." You whispered.

The two of you switched positions again, straddling him as he leaned his back against the headboard the of bed. You slowly wrapped your arms back around him, pecking faint kisses up his neck before meeting your noses again.

Your one hand guided his tip to your slit, rubbing it against the wet entrance before sinking down on his lap. His low, rough grunt was against your lips, but all you could do was smirk.

"I bet you want me to move now on your cock. I can feel it stretching out my tight hole." You whispered once more.

He didn't think such a dirty sentence could come from those lips.

"God, you feel fucking amazing, you tease." He said, his fingers pushing into your hips.

"I don't want you to cum until I say..." You kissed him, "Think you can do that, sir?" You teased.

Surprisingly, he nodded his head but he was completely putty. You fixed your posture to make your back straight, then start moving your hips. His head falls, pressing his forehead against your shoulder.

Tom tried to refrain from moving, bucking his hips a few times. You tried to take control by kissing him and make sure he's distracted, but there was no stopping his wanting to turn the two of you over and have his own control back.

"Don't be shy, tell me if you're gonna cum." You whimpered, also feeling your walls tighten around his throbbing cock.

"God, yes. I'm gonna cum." He grunted between your kiss.

You sped up the pace of your hips, hearing the slapping of your skin fill the room. You gasp and whine, "Don't cum yet."

But, he was so eager.

"Not yet... not yet." You trailed as you felt near your edge. You wanted him to wait until you were right there too.

By this point, he didn't want to move his hips, afraid of letting go since he was holding back. Your nails dug across his back, your clit incredibly swollen and your wetness trailing down your inner thighs.

"Fucking cum now, God!" You announced in a whiny tone.

Tom pushed down your hips, and his cock bottomed out inside you. Your voices were shaky and hoarse by the time you came back down from your highs.

Your head fell against his shoulder, both of your bodies settling as you huffed to catch your breaths. You slowly rolled off of him and lay next to him in his bed. Quickly, he pulled the covers over you two and leaned on his side to look at your tired self.

"Think we can go for round two in say..." He checked his watch, "Ten minutes?" Tom joked.

You smirked, "Make it five and I promise I'll have you screaming louder than me."

"Is that a challenge?"

"Not for me, sir."

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[simplyclary]

What I Love About You: An Incomplete List of Things That I Love About Taylor Zakhar Perez

This is going to be a mix of prose and a list, so a mix of Henry and Alex (if you know, you know). This is also gonna be a forever incomplete list because the more I get to know Taylor, the more I fall in love with him and there's always something about him that surprises me every day.

These are also purely descriptive but somehow, the words, similes and metaphors that I use in this is perfectly apt for the way I feel. So take that however you wish.

With that said, here we go...on to the long list.... (Read at your own time, please.)

His beautiful brown eyes that's the color of chocolate that transforms into whiskey when struck by daylight.

His eyelashes that's as long as Bambi's and it frames his dark eyes like the petals of a flower.

His soft yet lethal smile that never fails to make my heart flutter.

His thick dark hair filled with lush curls and somehow always looks both tousled and coiffed to perfection.

His jawline that seems to be perfectly cut that it could slice an apple. (It's mesmerizing to look at, if I feel like being honest)

His physique that could battle Tom Holland and Chris Hemsworth (I swear, someone put him in a superhero movie and I will surely be watching it!)

His deep voice that is pure music to my ears. (One of the main reasons that I rewatch The Kissing Booth 2 is to hear him sing.)

The captivating way his fingers strum the strings of a guitar (I only saw him do this in TKB 2, but still).

His adventurous and nature-loving spirit (A day with him is probably deadly for an introvert like me because he adores adventurous stuff, but hey, I would honestly do it just to spend time with him).

His passion for fashion sustainability (I love that he talks about this on his social media accounts and informs his followers about the effects of synthesized fabrics to the planet).

His fashion sense and the way he can turn even the plainest piece of clothing into a masterpiece (Like that denim blue jacket in RWRB is still one of my most favorite Alex looks).

The way he walks as if the entire world is his fashion runway (Like I swear, Taylor has a way of walking that makes you think that a sidewalk is the fashion catwalk).

The way he slays various types of jewelry (I was never attracted to men wearing jewelry before but something about the way he combines like a necklace with a couple of bracelets and rings is slaying).

His love and care for his family (He is a family-oriented person and I love that so much).

The tight bond he keeps with his friends and co-stars (Like I love how he keeps in touch with Nicholas, Joey and Maisie even after their projects).

His dedication to character work and understanding his characters (He read the RWRB book 7-8 times to fully understand Alex Claremont-Diaz, like that is DEDICATION!!).

The mere fact that he is a bookworm (Taylor is probably one of those people who can read multiple books at once while still able to remember every storyline of each book, which leaves me awestruck because I cannot do that).

His sense of humor and wit that always makes me laugh (His replies to people on social media and sometimes, his captions are filled with puns, which is hilarious to me and I always enjoy reading them. Also when he uses that filter that makes his eyes pop out, hilarious!).

When he portrayed a douche in "1Up" but I couldn't fully hate that character because of him (Like, how could I possibly hate Taylor? I have no reason to. He could portray the vilest of villains and I would still love that character).

How he manages to stay optimistic and how he always protects his peace (Optimism is what we need in today's world, folks!)

His creativity (Like have you seen his tiktoks and videos on Instagram? They slay!!)

He's a big Potterhead (Taylor's read all the books multiple times, ate the candies and sweets featured in the series. He probably has a collection of Harry Potter items at his house).

The way he just does not have any bad angles in photos (He's photogenic from every angle, to be completely honest).

His kindness and openness to fans (his fan encounters are always such a gem to see and it honestly melts my heart).

The way he doesn't let haters and rumors bother him (This is one of the secrets to success in the industry, I guess!)

He's goal-oriented and knows what he wants (I have a feeling he's selective to what projects he pursues and products he advertises because he really knows what he wants to put out in the world).

He knows his values and what he stands for (He lost followers on IG because of posting about his supply chain trips but he didn't let that stop him from continuing to post about them).

His compassionate and loving heart (I won't say more).

His determination to use his platform for good things (He's that kind of influencer and I really love that).

His love for his characters, regardless of how similar or different they are to his own personality.

How fans have no bad things to say about him (Really, ask any TZP fan and they will say no bad things about him).

So...it's kind of ironic how I ended at 31, considering that is Taylor's age but hey, we're not gonna talk about how old he looks because to be honest, he always manages to look younger than he is (I honestly thought he was 27 to 28 in RWRB).

This is the incomplete list of things I love about Taylor Zakhar Perez. Other than what is stated here, I will continue to love him for plenty more reasons, some I cannot even put into words because sometimes, he just renders me speechless.

Feel free to let me know what would you add to my list of things that I love about TZP or if you have your own list of things that you love about him because let's be honest, what's not to love about the one and only Taylor Zakhar Perez?

All my love and Buenas Noches!

#taylor zakhar perez #rwrb #rwrb movie #nicholas galitzine #alex claremont diaz #prince henry rwrb #what i love about you #firstprince #the kissing booth #marco peña #red white and royal blue

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summer loving (five) ⎸ t.h

⌙ summary: your mom and tom’s mom grew up together, swearing that their kids would be life long friends. and it was true, the holland boys were a special part of your life. but on the annual trip to their beach house this summer, everything feels different. and that’s because it is.

⌙ au: based on the book and tv show ‘the summer i turned pretty’ by jenny han. childhood friends to lovers

⌙ wc: 1.3k

⌙ warnings: some suggestive content, some slight fluff, not much really happens this chapter :( KAT IS FINALLY HERE!!! and tom is hurtin real bad.

⌙ pairing: tom holland x fem!reader with a lil bit of shawn mendes x fem!reader

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you felt lips on your skin, burning hot as they traveled over every inch of your skin. it was dark in the room, but it was like he knew your body as he worked his way around. you grabbed onto a handful of curls, yanking softly as you let out a soft moan, which he gave a groan in response as his lips kissed the skin on your inner thighs.

“‘ve thought about this for so long,” he mumbled, kissing back up your body before nudging his nose against yours, “so fucking long.”

you smiled softly as he hooked a finger in your pajama shorts, letting him slip them down your legs before he threw them into the pile of discarded clothes on the bedroom floor that had started forming merely five minutes ago. you let out a whimper as his lips met yours, biting down on his bottom lip gently before his tongue slipped into your mouth. 

“tom,” you moaned, his lips moving to your neck as he nibbled at the skin gently, “we can’t.”

“why not?” he said in between kisses against your collarbone, slipping the straps of the tank top you were wearing down your shoulders.

“what if,” you started, cutting yourself off with a gasp as his fingers pinched gently at your nipple, “what if someone hears?”

he smirked, kissing you once more before speaking up, “guess, you better be quiet, love.”

your body jolted awake, causing you to groan as you sat up. you pressed the heel of your palms into your eyes, wanting to get rid of the thoughts of the dream you had about tom. you tapped your phone screen, sighing as you read the time.

3:23am.

you laid awake, staring at the ceiling as you tried to go back to sleep. you groaned to yourself, kicking the covers off before quietly making your way down the stairs. you walked into the kitchen, stopping in your tracks as you realized you weren’t the only one in the house who was awake at this time of night.

apparently, tom’s insomnia has kicked in, also.

he stood over the tea kettle, sending a tight lipped smile at you as you took a seat at the island, “can’t sleep?”

you nodded, ignoring the knot in the pit of your stomach as you took in the way his t-shirt hugged his biceps, “unfortunately.” 

“want some tea?”

“sure,” you said, “milk-”

“milk and two sugars,” he finished your sentence, smiling at you tiredly, “i know.”

you nodded, watching as he fixed you a cup of tea. he handed the mug to you, the warm liquid making your face turn hotter. you took a sip and nodded, silently thanking him.

“how’s shawn?” he asked.

you nodded, “good, i’m going dress shopping with him, his mom, and his sister today before kat comes in.”

he nodded back, “sounds like fun.”

you chuckled, “not really, we all know how much i hated it when i was a deb.”

“that’s because you were going through your ‘i hate dresses’ phase. you warmed up, though,” he smiled, taking a sip of tea before continuing his sentence, “still think the other one looked better on you.”

you ignored how his compliment sent butterflies through your stomach, “you know, you’re not the first person to tell me that. you probably won’t be the last, either.”

“good to know there’s still people in the world with a sense of fashion.” he joked. you snorted quietly, taking a sip of tea. the moon shone dimly through the kitchen windows, your eyes wandering out as you looked out towards the ocean. 

“are we okay?” he asked gently, scared to speak up as his voice was barely above a whisper. your eyes darted back to his, your eyebrow shooting up in confusion. 

“okay?”

“yeah, like,” he stuttered over his own words, “i’m sorry for the way i’ve been acting and treating you. can we just, put it all behind us and move on?” 

you bit down on your lip as he studied your facial features, looking for any signs of expression. you wanted things to go back how to it used to be, but you felt like everything he had put you through was enough to draw the line. 

but then again, it was tom. tom who has been here since day one. 

you sighed, grabbing your mug, “please don’t make me regret it, holland.”

he sent you a smile, “i won’t, i promise.”

you lifted the mug, sending him a fake cheers, “thanks for the tea.”

he nodded, watching you walk out of the kitchen, “anytime.”

you walked back upstairs, sitting down in the chair by the window. the sun was slowly starting to rise over the ocean. 

before you knew it, the sun was shining and you felt your phone buzzing on the bed, shawn’s contact popping up on your lockscreen. you cursed to yourself quietly, answering the phone. 

“hey,” you answered, immediately sitting up out of bed. you put the call on speaker as you made your way to your dresser. 

“hey,” his voice echoed through the phone, “you okay? just making sure you’re still meeting us at the shop.”

“yeah, i slept in late,” you said, slipping a tank top over your head as you fished shorts out of the next drawer, “i’ll be there in like ten minutes.” 

“it’s okay, take your time.” he reassured, “i’ll see you in a bit.”

“yep, see you in a bit.”

you said your goodbyes as you quickly tied on your shoes. you grabbed your purse and keys, running down the stairs. you ran out to the car, starting it before making your way quickly down the road. 

you pulled up to the shop, rushing as you got out and walked inside. you smiled when you saw shawn, his mom and his sister. aaliyah was first to hug you, then it was his mom, and then shawn as he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. 

“sorry i’m late.” you apologized. 

“‘s okay, fashionably late.” he smiled and you smiled back. you watched as aaliyah picked through dresses. you spent the next couple hours giving your opinions and telling her which ones look the best on her. 

she decided on a dress, white, of course, and it was flowy. it genuinely made her look like a princess. you gave her and her mom a hug before shawn walked you to your car, giving you a soft smile. 

“thanks for coming,” he smiled, “she loves you.”

you blushed, “she’s the best. i think i prefer her, actually.”

he laughed, rolling his eyes playfully, “yeah, okay.”

you looked down at the time on your phone, sighing before you opened your car door, “i better get going, kat should be in soon.”

he nodded, “i’ll see you tomorrow for your party?” 

you nodded, “definitely.”

you smiled as he kissed your lips softly. you kissed back, but something felt off. it didn’t feel how it used to with him. you brushed it off, telling yourself that it was just because you were tired.

you said goodbye before getting into the car, a call coming from kat as you started the engine. you answered the phone, tapping the green answer button on the touch screen. 

“hello?”

“guess who’s here early.” her voice chimed through the speakers of your car, making you laugh. 

“i’m leaving the shops now, i’ll be there in like ten minutes.”

“sounds good,” she said, “and then you have tell me everything about shawn, sam and tom when i see you.”

you rolled your eyes, laughing softly, “i’ll think about it.”

after a short drive, you picked up kat. she hugged you tightly before throwing her bags into the backseat and joining you in the car. you made your way to the ice cream place the two of you always went to when she first comes into town, sitting down at one of the tables as you split a sundae. 

“so,” she said, taking a bite of ice cream, “what’s the update?”

you shrugged, “tom asked if we were okay, i said ‘sure’, and that’s it.”

“what about shawn?”

you shrugged again, “i don’t know. when i kissed him earlier, everything felt different.”

“maybe it’s because you’re still in love with tom,” kat said and you bit down on your bottom lip. 

maybe she was right.

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➪ one shots: (oldest to newest)

✘ princess’s orders [bodyguard!tom] (r)

↳ summary: on the night of your 18th birthday, forbidden feelings are admitted and stars are seen. even though you can’t be together for the future, that can’t stop you from living in the present.

✘ fireball [dark!tom] (r)

↳ summary: the cops get called at a party you didn’t want to go to, but luckily, tom takes you to somewhere safe and sound where no one can hear you.

✘ rough-up [dom!tom] (r)

↳ summary: tom overhears you say that he’s never made you come. shocked, he becomes determined to make it happen.

✘ come back…be here [famous!tom] (r)

↳ summary: tom has to film a movie in london while you have to stay and work in new york.

✘ prank? more like spank [soft dom!tom] (r)

↳ summary: you to prank your boyfriend tom that you got a vaginal piercing. once you break the news, he has to see for himself.

✘ green and gold [famous!best friend!tom] (r)

↳ summary: tom invites you to the brothers trust charity event that you didn’t really want to go to. when tom confronts your distance, years of pent-up feelings are unraveled along with some clothes to make up for all the time you lost.

✘ the list [frat!tom] (r)

↳ summary: your partner leaves in an emergency, leaving you alone at the frat house. thinking it’s just you, you decide to snoop through tom’s belongings to try to find his rumored list.

✘ free session [gym!tom] (r)

↳ summary: when tom finally comes back to the gym after being hurt, you decide to show him what a free session is all about.

✘ man-handled [mafia!tom]

↳ summary: you get a little caught up in your boyfriend’s muscly arms and can’t help but imagine what it would be like if he man-handled you.

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✘ glory girl [soft dom!tom]

✘ soaked bikini [light spanking] (r)

✘ sunday morning [eating tom’s ass] (r)

✘ sunday morning (remix) [tom eating pussy] (r)

✘ talkative [ceo!tom] (r)

✘ rider [non-specific] (r)

✘ sick [boyfriend!tom] (r)

#tom holland #tom holland fics #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland smut

[marrziy]

Guia

Esse cantinho é um atalho para todas as minhas obras. Encarem como uma prateleira de imagines e fanfics. Os links para as histórias serão adicionados sempre que eu postar. Está tudo separado por fandom, personagem e gênero. Tem até um padrão de cor para cada tipo de trama:

Romance

Hot

Terror/Dark

Drama/Sad

Soft/Fluffy

Bem vindos ao meu quartinho da bagunça! Caso esse post se perca no meio de muitos outros, basta passar no meu fixado, vou deixar o link da masterlist por lá. Aqui tudo é misturado – série com filme e filme com série – mas quando o conteúdo for mais vasto, vou criar listas separadas com diferentes categorias.

OUTER BANKS (série)

• Rafe Cameron

"Entre tapas, ciúmes e fodas"

Parte 1 (drama/sad)

Parte 2 (drama/dark)

Parte 3 (hot)

"Assopre o pavio" (drama/dark)

SCREAM (franquia)

• Ethan Landry

"Eu tirei a virgindade de um assassino?" (hot/um dark de leve)

• Billy Loomis

"Pertença e obedeça" (dark)

• Stu Macher

"Pertença e obedeça" (dark)

• Wes Hicks

"O que acontece à meia-noite?" (hot)

STRANGER THINGS (série)

• Billy Hargrove

"Ebulição" (hot/romance)

• Jim Hopper

"Delinquente" (hot)

AHS (série)

• Kyle Spencer

"Ele aprendeu a sentir tesão" (hot com alguns poucos elementos sombrios)

• Tate Langdon

"Doente" (romance/terror/dark)

MARVEL (franquia)

• Peter Parker

"Vem relaxar de ladinho" - Tom Holland (hot)

• Tony Stark

"HotShort #1" (hot)

MARROWBONE (filme)

• Jack Marrowbone

"Decisão de não deixar partir" (sad)

BONECO DO MAL (filme)

• Brahms Heelshire

"Os bonequinhos de Brahms" (terror/dark)

HAZBIN HOTEL (série)

• Lucifer Morningstar

"Afago ao rei deprimido" (romance/sad)

THE BOYS (série)

• Antológicas

"The Boys x Male Reader" (hot)

Homelander/Hughie/Billy x MaleReader!super-ass

Outras listas:

HOT | masterlist

#masterlist #multifandom #imagines #fanboy #imagine #leitor masculino #male reader #male!reader #x male reader #male reader smut #fanfic #bottom male reader #x reader #character x reader #fanfiction #oneshot

[itsstrange]

Off Limits

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Fandom: Marvel

A/N: This short fic was originally posted on my IG a year ago and just barely decided to bring it over here for all you Holland Fans 😏 so hope y’all enjoy this steamy-ish fic!

Summary: Tom just can’t keep his hands to himself during a movie night.

Word Count: 924

Warnings: (Yes) Light Smut, Public-ish Fingering, Tom being a Rebel.

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Bing Harrison’s younger sister had its pros and cons. First, you could always count on him for anything, can always be yourself around him, can always trust he’ll have your back for whatever reason. The bad thing about it is, he can be extremely over protective, you get it, he’s your older brother, but he can be over dramatic with things. The worst part about being his younger sister would be, being surrounded by his attractive friends every day. One friend specifically. For instance, one day while having a movie night with him and his boys, you sat on the couch with a book, smirk slowly appearing on your face when you feel his eyes on you once again. Glancing over you immediately lock eyes with Tom, making him drop his own on his lap when caught. You may be his best friends younger sister, but man were you astonishing.

Since the day he realized his feelings he knew you were off limits.

He knows he shouldn’t feel this way about you. He’s known you since you were four years old, but as the years went on and you became more of a beautiful women, he just couldn’t seem to shake off the feeling he had towards you. He tried. He really has, but it would never work, you were constantly on his mind but the only reason he hasn’t made a move was due to the respect he has towards Harrison. He didn’t want to jeopardize their relationship, but the way you sat on the couch in your pjs was like a flick of a switch, Tom couldn’t bare it no longer.

Taking the only available space on the couch, which was right next to you, Tom gives you a smile before darting his eyes straight to the tv. You softly smile at him as you place your book away when the film starts. Covering your legs with a nearby blanket and getting comfortable, you bring your focus to the movie, however, nearly to the end of the film you feel a hand snaking it’s way inside your blanket until you feel it against your bare thigh. A small smirk begins to tug at your lips as the hand makes a gentle squeeze. Looking to your left, through the dark and light reflecting over Tom’s face, you see him staring straight ahead, then seeing the way his lips slightly lift before giving you a quick glance. Your breath hitches in your throat when you feel his hand rising up your thigh and slowly parting your legs apart. You try slapping his hand away but he only squeezes your thighs to prevent you from moving, making a soft whimper escape your lips.

“Quiet darling, you don’t want to interrupt the ending now,” Tom whispers into your ear as his hand travels farther up your thigh,

Fingers brushing against your covered mound, causing you to reach out to his wrist, stopping him from going further just as Harrison gets up from the floor.

“Gonna get a refill, you lads need anything?” Everyone on the floor nods their head before getting up and following your brother into the kitchen,

As soon as the coast is clear Tom doesn’t waste time in peppering your neck with hot kisses, you softly moan at the sudden attack but immediately melt into him without even resisting. The moment your lips collide, Tom continues with his previous plan.

“T-Tom,” You warn him when his fingers try pushing down on your pajama shorts,

“I’ll make it quick,” He smirks against your lips when you groan at the idea. Who knew Tom could be such a rebel when he wants to,

Taking you weren’t going to push him away, Tom brings your shorts down your hips, slips your panties to the side and quickly gets to work, dipping two fingers inside your aching heat, causing a loud gasp to leave from you. Tom quickly muffles your moans with his mouth as he picks up the pace, rapidly sending you over the edge. Your hands that had made its way to his locks had a death grip as you were close to tipping over, the loud chattering coming from the kitchen only made Tom determined to bring you off the edge before anyone came back. And he did.

With a small bite to your neck, two fingers roughly pounding into you and a thumb rubbing against your clit made the burning knot in your lower core to finally snap. You gasp into his mouth when pure electricity washes over your entire body, your fingers digging into his scalp as he places feathery kisses in the crook of your neck, sending shivers throughout your body and only building your release. With one last peck on your cheek Tom withdraws his fingers, smirking against your skin when you let out a small whimper at the empty feeling.

It wasn’t a minute later when Harrison and the rest of his mates are walking back to the living room, clearly unaware of what just happened. Both you and Tom remain sitting in the couch watching the movie as if nothing happened. As if you’d brothers best friend hadn’t just given you a mind blowing orgasm.

“Want some?” Harrison offers you both a bowl of chips, you shake your head but Tom grabs a handful with the same hand that was occupied not too long ago, leaving your cheeks rosy pink when he sends you a wink as he stuffs his mouth.

Oh yeah. You’ll definitely get him back.

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-Hope y’all enjoyed this one! I’ll definitely try and post more of Holland for all you Holland lovers!

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[yesitsmewhataboutit]

Can You Say Triplets?

Tom Holland x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are you doing?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Masterlist

Ahem: @mcushvft @lnmp89 @laylasbunbunny @tomhollandfics

#tom holland fanfiction #tom holland x reader #tom holland fluff #Tom Holland crack #tom holland imagine #tom holland blurb #tom holland oneshot #tom holland x fem #tom holland #tom holland x fem!reader #tom holland x black!reader #tom holland x poc reader

[spideyzgirl]

↳ *desire play* ༉‧₊˚✧

summary ↠ tom wants to try something new in the bedroom, but he left you in the dark about one important thing.

pairing ↠ tom holland x reader x harrison osterfield

warnings ↠ smut, threesome, cursing, cuckold, name calling, degradation + praise, dirty talk, oral (m+f), use of blindfold

wc ↠ 1533

(A/N) this better unflop me fr 😤

taglist | masterlist

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tom caressed your hips gently as he slipped his fingers under the sides of your lace panties. your lips moved together, the kiss getting deeper and hungrier. your hands pry at the waistband of his boxers, desperately tugging at the fabric.

he pulls away slowly and grabs at your hands, making you pout. “what’s wrong?” you ask.

“nothing, i promise. just wait here, i wanna try something.” he gently moved you off of him and gave you one more kiss before he headed out of the bedroom. you decided while you waited, you go ahead and strip yourself of your bra and panties.

a few seconds later he returned with a black cloth in his hands, and your excitement at his return turned into curiosity. tom smiled to himself as his eyes roam over your body, taking you in as he neared you. what an angel you were.

“tom, what’s that?”

“it’s a blindfold,” he held it up for you to see. “i wanna put it on you. would you be okay with that?”

“yeah, i’m up for it.” you nodded. you liked trying new things with tom, especially in the bedroom.

“good girl.” tom stands over you and puts the blindfold on you, altering it so it fits right on you. “it’s not too tight, is it?”

“no, ‘s fine.” there was silence after that, you didn’t even hear his footsteps moving around you. a few seconds went by as you waited anxiously. your heart pounded hard with excitement. you didn’t know what he was going to do to you, and that’s what thrilled you.

you flinched slightly when he parted your legs, his hands kneading your inner thighs gently, your skin burned with eagerness. he parted your lips, and you could feel his soft breath tickling your clit. desperation swirled in the pit of your stomach as you waited for him to do something, anything.

finally, he swiped his tongue from your slit to your pulsing clit, collecting your juices on his tongue. a sharp gasp fell from your lips, and you immediately moved to toy with your nipples.

he flicked your clit feverishly as he went to work on you with his tongue, eating your pussy like it was his last day on earth. you arched your back, nearly snapping yourself in half as moans erupted from your throat. your stomach tensed as he dipped his tongue into your hole, fucking you with the thick muscle. his large hands pushed your legs further apart, trying to taste more of you.

you ran a hand down to feel his hair, and when you did, you frowned a little. you don’t remember toms hair being this short. it wasn’t as soft or as curly as it usually was either. you tried to ignore it and focus on what he was giving you, but you just couldn’t shake the strangeness of it all.

“tom?”

“yes darling?” he responded. his voice came from a different direction though, and the tongue on your cunt never stopped going at you.

you ripped the blindfold off, and gasped when you saw harrison lapping away at your pussy. what the hell?

you looked to your left and there was tom, stroking himself with a pleased smile as he watched his best friend tongue-fuck you. it was harrison the entire time, not tom.

“it’s okay baby, relax. let harrison make you feel good.” tom let out breathily.

“god, she tastes fucking amazing.” harrison chuckled and went back to devouring you.

“i told you. my girls got the best pussy ever.”

you didn’t know what to do. you wanted to push him off of you, but you didn’t want it to stop yet, it felt so fucking good. would you be betraying tom if you let this happen? he was letting it happen. besides, you couldn’t say you never thought about taking them both at the same time. you never thought it’d become reality though.

you moaned at their words and let the pleasure take over your body. your eyes fluttered shut and you relaxed, letting the mattress take your weight again. tom smiled at your acceptance and rubbed himself faster.

the idea of his best friend giving it to his girlfriend was something that turned tom on plenty. it might’ve been the fact that he knew he could make you cum harder and faster than any other, and it was amusing to watch them try to outdo him. no one could fuck you better than tom.

he thought back to the night that inspired all of this. you woke tom up with your squirming, and you had started moaning harrison’s name in your sleep. he knew he should’ve been pissed, but he for some reason, he was turned on. so he watched you that night, listening to your moans and whines and praises. he even took it upon himself to stroke himself while he watched, and you both came. he didn’t even know it was possible for someone to do that in their sleep.

he hadn’t stopped thinking about that night ever since. neither of you brought it up to the other, so here tom was, surprising you with what you both secretly desired.

“you know baby, after you had that wet dream about haz that one night,” he spoke up. “i just couldn’t get it out of my mind.” your eyes widened at the mention of it. he wasn’t supposed to know about that. you felt guilty for keeping it a secret, and even guiltier that the dream happened at all.

“i- are you mad?” you whined.

“oh no baby, i’m not mad. god knows i should’ve been but fuck, after fantasizing about it, you just look so sexy this way darling.”

you moaned and tried pulling harrison closer to your pussy. shit, he was good. not as good as tom of course, but definitely a close second. harrison chuckled, the vibrations stimulating you even more.

“why don’t you put that mouth to use baby?wanna see those pretty lips around my cock.” tom moved closer to your face, and you eagerly took him in your mouth, moaning as the bittersweet taste of his precum smeared on your tongue.

you bobbed your head, whimpering around him when harrison pushed two fingers inside of you, thrusting and twisting painfully fast. tom threw his head back as his face contorted in pleasure, your whimpers and whines sending tingles up his spine. “good fucking girl.”

toms fingers find your nipples, pinching and pulling at the pebbled flesh. your mind was a blur and your body was on fire. tears pooled in your eyes as you took everything they gave you. it was too much, but at the same time you still wanted more.

“aw, my sweet girl is crying. what, does it feel good? is it too much?” he cooed, brushing a few stray hairs out of your face. you shook your head no, and he chuckled lowly. “not enough?”

you give him a pleading look, and he gasps after finally realizing what you’re silently begging for.“oh. i see what you want. damn, my girls such a slut.” he removes himself from your mouth and walks over to harrison. “slide over haz, one tongue just isn’t enough for my baby.”

harrison makes room for tom, and as soon as toms tongue was added with harrison’s, you were sent to second heaven. you’ve never had two guys taste you at the same time, the feeling was unexplainable.

it was painful as it was pleasurable. harrison was focused on your clit, while tom plunged in and out of your hole. your body went completely numb, and your mouth hung open, but you couldn’t make a sound. your back arched as far as it could go you were sure you’d break. “so fucking good for us.” tom mumbled, slapping your inner thigh. the pain only adding to the pleasing ache in your cunt.

you looked down in between you, and let out a shaky breath. the boys were sloppily lapping at you, not even caring that their tongues would clash every so often.

suddenly, your bubbling in the pit if your stomach before was threatening to erupt, and you couldn’t hold it back anymore. you finally released, your high crashing down over you, overwhelming you completely, liquid heat running through your veins. your body trembled as you let out a shrill cry, your pussy gushing all over the boys mouths.

“that’s my girl.” tom smiled and rubbed your thigh soothingly. “did so good for us love.”

they cleaned a bit of your juices off of your thigh, as you laid there completely out of breath, your body still trembling. tom took notice of that and shook his head at you. “oh darling, we haven’t even fucked you properly yet.”

“w-what?” you asked, your mind still foggy from your orgasm. you look to harrison who was taking his belt off while eyeing you like food.

“we’re not done with you yet, love. look at what you’ve done to harrison,” he spoke. there was no denying the tent in his pants was because of you. “you’ve gotta help him feel better now, darling.”

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