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jahayla-parker · 2 years

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Guess who’s already back???

✍️ I know I sent something in just now, but... I just got this idea!!! How about... Tom and actress!reader doing the buzzfeed kitten interview??? With Tom desperately trying to get her attention and reader not giving him the light of the day because the kittens are all she can think of? Muahahahahah 😏💜

Liaaaa! Thank you for this request for my celebration! It’s sooo cute! I hope you enjoy it; sorry it took so long!

More Than Kittens: Tom Holland X Reader

A Tom Holland x Actress!Reader / Tom Holland x Gf!Reader / Tom Holland x Co-star!Reader Fic

Summary: Tom is jealous over his co-star/actress girlfriend ignoring him when they do the Buzzfeed kitten interview for their latest film.

Warnings: Minor mentions of PTSD (as part of a movie is all, like 2 lines), Tom being cranky I guess lol.

“Ahhhh I’m so excited!” Y/n screams as Tom places his hand on her lower back to guide her into the studio through the side door.

Tom shakes his head but can’t suppress the grin on his face at seeing her in such a great mood.

“Aren’t you excited Tommy?” Y/n giggles turning to look at him over her shoulder.

Tom smiles and shrugs, causing y/n to gasp and glare playfully at him before she turns around.

“But they’re sooo cute!” Y/n argues, clapping her hands in excitement.

“Love, you haven’t even seen ‘em yet. Besides, I’m cuter” Tom teases, rubbing her lower back calmly.

“I just know they’re going to be so cute and fluffy! And cuddly! And, ahhh!” Y/n says, not noticing his flirtation yet she cuts herself off upon seeing one of the Buzzfeed workers carrying a tabby kitten over to the set.

Tom chuckles and rolls his eyes, already starting to feel jealous of the kittens they haven’t even met yet.

“Welcome y/n and Tom! We’re pleased to have you here today” the interviewer greets as they begin recording.

Tom was seated next to y/n and smiles over at her. She looks at him very briefly before something seems to catch her eye.

Her eyes widen and she stretches her arms out in front of her as if asking for a hug.

Tom’s lips curve up at the sides as he adjusts to face her more so he can embrace her.

However, just as he moves his arms ever so faintly, he hears a loud meow behind him and realizes his mistake.

Tom disappointedly lowers his arms back to his lap in a sluggish manner in order to hopefully not draw attention to his misinterpretation.

The Buzzfeed assistant sets the tiny white kitten into y/n’s arms and walks off to get out of the shot.

The kitten is instantly smushed against y/n’s giggling frame as she cradles it and stares at it in adoration.

The interviewer’s laugh pulls Tom from his despondent state before he can frown on camera.

“We’re so happy you two are here to discuss your first joint movie, Whispers of My Past directed by David Fincher” the interviewer comments and Tom smiles and nods at them, before looking over at y/n.

The interviewer laughs, “looks like Tom needs a kitten too”.

Before Tom can protest or debate correcting her as to how it was the kitten he was jealous of not y/n having a kitten, they place two kittens on the set floor near him.

Telling himself to be pouty later when it’s just them, he focuses on the interview and the promotion of their film.

“We heard it is a fairly emotional film. Is that correct?” The interviewer questions, looking up from her place behind the camera.

Y/n nods and mumbles something incoherent.

Tom laughs and with his free hand reaches out to poke her shoulder, “no one can hear you love”.

Y/n blushes and looks up at the camera shyly, “oops! Sorry, it’s just he’s soooo fluffy!”

Tom swallows a jealous groan, after all, he can’t seriously be jealous over a cat, can he?

“Ooh! But, uh.. yeah, it’s kinda intense. It deals with some really serious topics but they’re really important ones to discuss” y/n answers, scooting closer to Tom so she can pet his kitten.

“We’re very excited to see it hit theaters soon! We understand it must’ve been stressful to film such intense situations so we figured some kitten therapy would help” the interviewer laughs as more kittens get set down near them.

Tom watches as y/n’s eyes glimmer at the rambunctious variously colored kittens roaming all over the set.

“I would say you’re correct” Tom teases, shaking his head jokingly.

“Tom, your character experiences some major life events that take place during the film. Did you have any personal experiences to draw from for that?” The woman asks, continuing with the interview.

“Good question. I did actually. For example, there’s a portion of the film where Michael’s PTSD causes him to suspect everyone in his college is constantly watching him but he feels guilty about thinking that” Tom explains, rubbing the back of one of the kittens as it clutches to his shoulder.

“While not the same as PTSD, I worked with a therapist to understand what that experience was like and realized it was a similar thought I had when first entering the MCU scene. It felt like all eyes were on me and I was embarrassed for thinking that way as it felt cocky” Tom laughs nervously.

Normally this would be the point where y/n would speak up and tease that ‘all eyes were on you Tom’ but she was too distracted by the gray and black kittens that were playing together on her outstretched legs.

“I can only imagine!” The interviewer agrees, preparing to ask the next question.

“How much are these guys?” Y/n asks, rolling over so she is laying on her stomach and is face level with the kittens.

Tom laughs and shakes his head, there’s no way they’re taking a kitten home.

Especially not when she hadn’t looked at him since they arrived.

Tom questioned if he was really that offended?

He knows y/n loves him but he selfishly wanted all her attention on him not the loud balls of fluff rolling around them.

“They’re actually all adopted! We held an event where it was discussed they’d be in this segment to help get them homes” the interviewer informs them.

Y/n smiles down at the kittens, “not surprising! You little babies are soooo fun”.

“Aren’t they? Say, y/n your character Hannah had a lot of different styles of outfits and character related props throughout the film. Did you get to take anything home?” The interviewer asks, returning to her task.

Y/n smirks and nods, “aaaaccctually, there was this incredible purple jacket Hannah wears in a few scenes that I loved. I’m not sure if I was supposed to take it home…. But it is in my closet and I’ve worn it like ten times since”.

Tom laughs and nods while looking at the camera as if admitting her guilt.

The interviewer laughs and comments that she knows which jacket y/n was referring to from the clips the press had been allowed to see prior to the movies release.

“Well, Tom and y/n how was it filming the scenes were you two were enemies given your real life relationship is drastically different?” The interviewer asks as y/n flops over onto her stomach to be eye level with the kittens.

“Good question” Tom compliments as he reluctantly snuggled the kitten y/n had been holding earlier.

It wasn’t that he disliked cats but these particular kittens had stolen y/N’s attention and he wasn’t a fan of that.

“It was odd. We kept breaking character during intense scenes when we were yelling at each other. It was hard to do that. But it was a lot of fun and once we focused on the emotions our characters had behind the fight it made it more real. Then it got a bit uncomfortable in that regard. Overall though it was a weird but fun experience” Tom laughs, running his free hand through his tosseled hair.

Tom looked over at y/n to see if she was ready to answer but she had her face pressed against the belly of a multicolored kitten as she played with it.

“Y/n was much better at keeping a straight face than I was though, gotta give her props for that” Tom says proudly as he watches to see if y/n heard his compliment.

When she doesn’t move, Tom pouts and crosses his arms, “y/n?”

“Hmm?” She asked, not looking up as she was no longer aware of her surroundings.

“Looovvvee” Tom whined, his eyes glaring in her direction but mostly at the kitten she was so focused on.

His eyebrows arced downwards towards his scrunched nose as the corners of his eyelids crinkled.

“Maybe we should have done this interview before shooting those scenes” Tom joked, sulking closer to the floor as he watched y/n and the kitten.

The crew laughed as Tom reached over and poked her shoulder to get her to respond.

“What?” Y/n smiled as she looked over at her boyfriend.

Tom swallowed hard to prevent him from cracking and telling her it was just as joke as her innocent smile faded into confusion at his body language.

Her eyes darted around the room for answers when she heard everyone laughing.

She knew she’d been too focused on the kittens but it was too late to fix it now, hopefully someone would at least clue her in as to what she missed.

“See, my point exactly darling” Tom sighs, biting the inside of his lip to not laugh.

Y/n squinted at Tom, one eyebrow raised in question hoping he’d get the signal to elaborate.

Tom shakes his head and jokingly glares at the kitten in her arms causing y/N’s eyes to move from him to the kitten and back seeking an explanation.

“She asked us what it was like to film the fight scenes” Tom said, waving his hand in the air dismissively.

“Oh! Sorry! It was weird because when we argue it normally isn’t as crazy as what the movie required so we kept laughing” y/n blushes, her embarrassment forming a rose-like color to paint her cheeks.

“That’s what Tom said too. The scenes we saw certainly looked emotionally charged, so bravo to you both for how it turned out” the interviewer says as y/n cautiously strokes the kitten in an attempt to find a compromise between the kittens and the interview.

“Wait” y/n says, turning to gaze at Tom who was still pouting.

“What were you referencing when you said I proved your point?” Y/n asked, her lips tugging down at the ends in a miniature frown.

Tom pressed his lips tightly together as he looked away from her feeling guilty.

He hadn’t mean what he said, it was meant to be a joke but repeating it in this context wouldn’t come across the same.

When he didn’t answer, y/n looked around the room silently asking someone to tell her.

Everyone tried to stop their laughter and just kept staring at Tom silently.

“Tom?” Y/n asked, her head cocking to the side slightly as she focused back on him.

Before Tom could begin to ramble about what he said and how it was a joke, the kitten in her arms tilted its head as if copying y/n.

Tom burst out laughing and smacked the ground with his hand.

Y/n gave the kitten a quick kiss before looking back to Tom, “You’re not going to answer me?”

Upon seeing the kitten get the kiss he wanted, Tom immediately went back to his exaggerated grumpy state.

Tom mumbled something under his breath but no one could hear him.

“What did you say and why are you sulking? There’s literally dozens of happy kittens around us” y/n reminded him.

“I said we should’ve filmed this interview before the fight scenes to make them easier” Tom grumbles, his arms crossed in his lap.

Y/n sets the kitten down between them and stares silently at Tom trying to determine if he is being serious or not.

Tom clenched his fist in a way the camera couldn’t see in an attempt to keep his dramatic presentation going, but y/n noticed and interpreted it as a sign that he might truly be angry with her.

Y/n didn’t want to get into an argument in front of anyone, let alone with them being recorded.

Sighing, she decides to try and make a joke out of it instead.

Usually when Tom would get upset over such minor things it was due to exhaustion and teasing comments or jokes always worked.

She knew she would be risking him getting more upset with her after if he was actually mad and not just tired or joking.

But, she also recalled how, like herself, Tom was careful to not fight when others were present and it didn’t seem like him to do this.

“Well, then I think it might be time to bring a new guy into my life” y/n smirks, reaching for a kitten she believes to be a boy.

Tom scoffs and shakes his head no, “no kittens, we don’t have room and they’re too distracting for you”.

“I think I’ll have room” y/n teases, setting the female kitten down and grabbing another.

“Oh?” Tom asks, still pouting but looking at her with his adorable pleading coffee colored eyes.

Y/n nods and turns the kitten around to check if it was a boy or not, “the new man in my life will enjoy taking over your old side of the king sized bed”.

Tom’s jaw drops open prompting the suppressed laughter from the crew to get louder.

“Are you actually suggesting you’re replacing me with a cat? Why?!” Tom argues, his eyes still not returning to their normal size.

Y/n smirks and shrugs, making eye contact with Tom through her peripheral vision.

“I think this little guy will do!” She cheers, holding up the male kitten as if it was in the Lion King.

“I knew this interview was a bad idea” Tom grumbles, “I’m being replaced by a cat”.

“A kitten actually, in other words, you’re being replaced by a much younger new man in my life” y/n giggles, bringing the kitten back to her chest.

Tom chuckles and shakes his head, unsure what to make of this turn of events.

“That’s why I’m being replaced? For a newer model?” He probes, raising his eyebrow at her as he crosses his arms yet again.

“Mmm, no. Just making a point. Mr…” y/n says, pausing to examine the hall of fluff in her hands and making note of it’s tiger-like coloring.

“Tiger…. Hmmm… Tommy the tiger!” y/n giggles as she poked the Savannah kitten’s cheek softly.

“HE’S GETTING MY GIRL AND MY NAME?!” Tom blurts loudly, forgetting everyone was there.

Y/n covers her mouth to hide her laughter at his outburst of jealousy over a kitten.

“He has brown eyes” y/n shrugs innocently, grinning over at Tom.

“Pretty comparable swap” the interviewer laughs.

Tom scoffs and shakes his head as he looks between the devil cat, y/n, and the interviewer in disbelief.

“Hmm, as long as he doesn’t get mad over little tiny innocent animals” y/n coos, petting the kitten in question.

“You wouldn’t treat me like that would you Tommy the Tiger?” Y/n asks, her tongue pressing against the inside of her bottom teeth to keep from smiling or laughing.

“That’s why?” Tom frowns.

“I can’t help that! The stinking cat stole your attention” Tom argues, hanging his head.

Laughing softly, she kisses the kitten before setting it down in Tom’s lap.

Tom glances up and gives y/n a confused look.

“He’s not replacing you dork! Just calm down and pet him” y/n laughs.

Tom pretends to hesitate before dragging his hand over the kitten’s head.

The kitten snuggles up into Tom causing everyone, himself included, to awe.

“See” y/n smirks, “kittens are much sweeter and more cuddly than you so they deserve my attention”.

Tom’s jaw drops again and he kindly sets Tommy the Tiger to the side before he stands up and walks across the few feet of distance between y/n and him.

Upon reaching y/n he plops himself back down and envelopes her in a tight hug.

Y/n laughs and tries to squirm free but he firmly but tenderly holds onto her frame and shakes his head.

“Tooomm!!! If I confess I like you better than the kittens will you stop squeezing the air out of me?” Y/n teases, tilting her head to look up at him.

Tom pretends to ponder it for a moment before a smirk forms on his face.

“Confess hmm?” Tom smirks, letting go of her body and leaning back on his hands beside him.

Y/n blushes and rubs her neck as she looks at the kittens before shrugging softly.

Tom smiles and gently pulls her in for a regular hug this time, whispering “I love you” in her ear.

“Alright well we have time for one last question. While it cannot be Tommy the Tiger as he’s already been adopted! Will you two now be planning on getting a kitten together?” The interviewer asks as the crew begins grabbing the straggler kittens who’d wandered towards the edges of the set.

“Yes” y/n says at the same time as Tom responds with a definite “no”.

Everyone laughs and Tom smiles down at y/n, his arm not leaving her body now that he finally has her attention.

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“Thank you both” the interviewer says one last time as y/n and Tom grabbed their personal belongings.

“Absolutely, it was a blast!” Y/n cheers.

Tom laughs, “next time just warn me”.

“Are you really against getting kittens?“ y/n asked as Tom held her hand tightly.

Tom laughed and shook his head, “I had a feeling you’d ask that. Love, no I’m not but I also know how busy we both are and it doesn’t seem fair to the kitten to bring them into that”.

Y/n nodded and have Tom a soft smile, “I agree, I just was thinking… you know… maybe in the future”.

Tom’s cheeks emblaze with a fiery red as his smile grows deeper, “definitely in our future my love”.

Y/n grins and lays her head on Tom’s shoulder as they continue their walk.

“Hey so, Baz was telling me about this restaurant that isn’t too far-“ Tom says, stoping when y/n raises her head and steps away from him.

“Baby?” Tom asks, facing her.

She holds up her pointer finger before covering her mouth as she sneezes.

Tom smirks as he watches her sneeze at least ten times in a row.

“Told you those kittens were evil” Tom teases.

“They weren’t evil, just-” she says, sneezing again, “very furry”.

“To be fair love, I don’t think you’re supposed to inhale them” he laughs, prompting y/n to push his shoulder playfully.

“Come here my sneezy girl” Tom smiles, his hand around her waist guiding her back to him.

“I love you Tom” y/n whispers as they begin walking again.

“More than kittens?” Tom presses.

“More than kittens” y/n concedes, laughing at his childish inquiry.

“Good because I love you more than kittens too” he says, his lips against her cheek, “even the ones we’ll adopt together in a few years”.

Tom can’t help but feel a warmth take over him as he see her glowing reaction.

While he always said he’s a dog person, if adopting every stray kitten in the world meant he got to spend the rest of his life with y/n, it was easily worth it to him.

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stellatekintsugi · 2 years

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mehphoobia · 2 years

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FERAL- Prologue

Pairing- Tom Holland! dragon x reader! human

Summary- The only thing he could hear in his head, when he first smelt you and every day for the next whole month was, “MINE, YOU’RE MINE.”

Warnings- Angst, language, violence, eventual smut, fluff (Added warning as we go along the chapter)

WC- 1.5k

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Everyone has a dream of moving out of their parent’s house maybe for college, with their other halves and this case so did you. But to have a life to yourself and work in the company you’ve been wanting to for years.

Being an average student yourself, having good marks and a good schooling year never came without hard work. You worked your ass off and here you are, standing in front of your mirror adjusting your skirt and straightening the wrinkles out of your shirt, after all first-days are all about first impressions. Taking one good look at yourself, you pumped yourself with energy, picked up tour bag and rushed out of your room.

Upon going downstairs you find your mother sitting in her arm chair comfortably, knitting your father another scarf. Your parents were soulmates, literally. They were born for each other and it just made sense in every single way. Why wouldn’t it, they were mates after all, bonded.

“Breakfast in on the kitchen counter, gobble up dear.” Standing up from her chair, your mother made her way into the kitchen and presumed her previously left work. “Weren’t you a little girl yesterday?” cooing at his ‘all-grown-up-daughter-but-still-a-child’ your dad makes himself comfortable, as he sits near you.

“Stop, we’ve been through this since like when?” giggling as he caressed your cheeks with a warm emotion in his heart. “So big little girl, your apartment all set? Me and mom were thinking about helping you set it up and also meet your roommate if we can. It can get really exhausting.” Eyeing your carton boxes, already packed your dad shrugged.

“It’ll be fine, I’m sure. Also the reviews on the movers are really good. So it’s all jolly.”

“But..the co.. honey, your grandparents..they wouldn’t want you to just go bombard the apartment with boxes and especially a place you don’t know very well.” Upon being gestured through an elbow on his side, your dad said correcting his statement.

“Uh don’t worry and Olivia (roomie) would be there to help me anyways. But yes I think you can help me with some snacks, I’m surely going to miss your cooking pops.” Winking at your parents and waving them goodbye you left for your office.

“Geez you might need a map..” said Olivia eyeing through the office building. “..or a bed” she said more like a whisper gawking at handsome and beautiful young faces entering the building.

Oh Olivia, the fact you never met her before visiting the apartment might sound and a look like a lie to a lot of people. You could bet, never ever had you seen a girl oozing out with energy and cheerfulness before, one can just look at her and feel welcomed. As soon as you entered your apartment with some of your essentials, she immediately made you feel at home and helped setting up the room. Look at her now, dropping you off on your first day, although she claims that she WASN’T going to the café for a date that happened to be on the way. SHE WASN’T.

Giggling on her comment, stepping out of the car and smiling as she yelled good luck from across the seat, you made your way inside the building. Just when you entered, you felt something. Checking your body, not your shoulders, not your legs neither your hands but it was something you felt within, your heart. It wasn’t pain but happiness that you found something but also frustration as you couldn’t tell what? Although faltering in your steps, a nametag with the name Amelia made its way. “You must be Ms.Y/L/N, the new employee?” she asked. “Y-Yes. Good morning” The two of you shook hands as she introduced herself as the manager.

Communicating with people was always your talent. It was something which just came to naturally and you absolutely loved doing it. Therefore being in a HR team did not surprise anyone. What was surprising was working there, ‘THE STEM’, the largest news channel in the country and one of the most established journalizing networks in the world. The first time coming across this name had you hooked to key note speaker in your college assembly and had your goal set. You had to work here. Nothing could compare to the feeling of pride swelling in your chest. The excitement of working here had clouded that warm tingly feeling but wasn’t enough to make you forget it.

Your cabin happened to be on the 7th floor with the cafeteria on the 3rd floor and library with an indoor garden if anyone wished to relax on the 8th floor. Although the black stickers covering up the lift buttons which you presumed to be the 9th and the 10th floor had you scratching you head. Curiosity getting the best of you, the question popped up to Amelia.

“Those are the restricted floors, no employee is supposed to go up there except for me and three others.” She said unbothered, rehearsed with the answer. What was that place? Hogwarts? you thought

“What if there’s any wo-“

“Everything goes through me, so there shouldn’t be any work.” She said looking straight.

“There won’t” this time looking you dead in the eye. Upon eyeing the restricted floor buttons the warm tingly feeling returned, this time, 10 fold making you tear up. It was as if something was being snatched away. A something or maybe a someone. Just when you clutched your heart, you heard it,

“You’re here”

Just like that a whole month passed. Your parents met Olivia and her and your dad just clicked with their awful sense of humor. “Guys can I just have a little bit of peace?” you grunted as the duo kept on yelling in the other room playing chess. “How many peace? One piece two piece?” they teased almost together as if they had rehearsed it like that. Your mother laughed as you sat there in confusion, whose sense of humor was broken, their’s or your’s?

Work was just fine, all your projects done and handed over on time. All you had to do was some meeting logs. Now that the apartment was all set, you fit right in. Olivia and you would sit and watch movies whenever she had time from her boutique and you had time from your work. It was all a good month until..

Until, you had to deliver a file on the 10th floor.The restricted floor.

You weren’t any Harry Potter. Roaming around and breaking rules. Being fired from your first job doesn’t seem like a good mark so you kept your curiosity to yourself but now that Amelia had taken a sick leave for a whole week, someone had to deliver her files. So much for “There won’t be”

Not overthinking much, you stood tall in front of the golden doors of the lift which were accessed to go to the 9th and the 10th floor. A little ding indicated you were there. Suddenly you heard something. You could’ve sworn you heard someone’s hitched breathing. Your chest heaved. The warm incomplete feeling, the voices they all had something to do here. They had to.

“Yes? How may I help you?” said a voice coming from behind you. You flinched on the sudden intrusion of voice on floor which you assumed to be empty. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you. My name is Brian. Nice to meet you. I’m the CEO’s assistant and brother. ” apologized the young man. “I-It’s okay Sir I was just here to g-give in the files. My manager isn’t here today.” Gesturing the files ahead and handing them over you smiled. “My name is Y/N” tucking in a hair strand.

“Oh right Amelia, she must be in her heat.” He said completely unbothered, “Excuse me?” completely bewildered and gawking at him.“You’re a hum- I mean new?” he asked as if it were a normal day to day based conversation.

“Uh Obviously?” you said or were you enquiring. You yourself were confused.

“Brian, here” said a very familiar voice. As if…yes it was that voice. The voice in your head.

“Yup” he said before glancing your way. “Well Y/N thank you for the files you won’t have to bring these here anymore, just ping me and I’ll be there. You see I don’t get out much out of these floors. It was a pleasure meeting you.”

You couldn’t focus on the lovely and warm greeting Brian extended as you were too focused on the voice from earlier. It was something which was meant for you. Wait..what..why were you even feeling these things? It was just a voice of person you’ve never met or heard and then why were you pulled in again and again?

The whole day, the whole freaking day you were distracted. Neither were you focused on the meeting not did you greet Brian back, poor fellow. Who was that man? And why were you like that.

Little did you know, the man behind those doors, the doors which no one dared to cross through was in equal turmoil. Skin ablaze and body profusely sweating as he couldn’t claim what was his and his alone.

Eyes red, canines sharp, veins on full display and horns on his head. His inner Alpha wanted to claim the person who belonged with him.

The only thing he could hear in his head, when he first smelt you and every day for the next whole month was, “MINE, YOU’RE MINE.”

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Hey you guys, I'm back with yet another series, which I intend to complete so dw, wont leave you hanging. Its just a prologue so stay tuned.

The entire plot for this fic is kinda in bits and pieces so go on and let me know your ideas if you want it to get included. Well a dragon Tom Holland fic is pretty rare I guess so go wild in your ideas.

A new chapter will be released in every three days and a teaser before it just to keep it exciting and letting you know about the progress.

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I would love to talk to you about the fic and what kind of ideas you have in mind

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justapurrcat · 2 years

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So, what was that thing about getting railed in a Victorian dress? Asking for a friend...

Don’t mind me making one of the most (if not the most) shamessly self-indulgent moodboard in all my moodboard history...

#tom holland #tom holland pics #tom holland concept

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suitehearttts · 2 months

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happy valentines parksborn nation, i have impulsively designed MCU Peter a Harry out of a pure love for post-NWH possiblities

#if you think that Peter doesn’t look like Tom enough then congrats i agree with you!#peter parker #harry osborn #parksborn #this is hopefully? eventually? going to be a series of parksborn fluff art but i simply don’t know when/if i will get to the other ones #but anyway!! i am deeply obsessed with this concept and am so fucking close to writing my own fic for it but idk if i have the strength #but the au is rotating in my head…. so many headcanons….#digital art #spiderman #also fuck Tom holland for being hard to draw

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whorefordean · 7 months

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misc masterlist (discontinued)

a/n: i no longer write for these people. there is no chance i will ever write for these people again, though i still have all the love for them!

dolan twins

grayson dolan

choose me | one | two

adopt me

just tell them

when we were eighteen

stargazing

wasted

plate swap

studying

stolen glances

online

rate

love lullabies

lipstick

ethan dolan

stay the night

road trip gone wrong

lover

5 seconds of summer

calum hood

tour

don't go

secret love song

luke hemmings

you know me too well

celebrities

tom holland

concerts

#dolan twins #grayson dolan #ethan dolan #grayson dolan x reader #ethan dolan x reader #grayson dolan blurb #ethan dolan blurb #grayson dolan imagine #ethan dolan imagine #tom holland x reader #5sos #5 seconds of summer #calum hood #luke hemmings #calum hood concept #calum hood x reader #luke hemmings x reader

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rues-daya · 2 years

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram: this is my audition to be on bridgerton 🖤

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y/nfan001 what a goddess

lilireinhart a beauty 🌸🌸

lilyjcollins ✨🌸✨

y/nfan12 idk if I want to be her or be with her

y/nfan24 petition for you star in a royal piece or a period drama ?

yourinstagram where do I sign?

tomfan123 Tom is so lucky too have you ♥️

yourinstagram nah, I’m lucky too have him <33

madelame now stop it 😍😍😍

zendaya you and only you ♥️

tomfan12 y/n left Tom speechless

y/nfan09 marry me, I have the ring in my pocket waiting to be put on your ring finger

yourinstagram is it a ring pop?

nicolacoughlan lady whistledown approves of this audition

yourinstagram excuse me while I go scream in my pillow of excitement

tomholland2013 oh wow 😍😍😍😍

tomholland2013 my fairytale princess ♥️

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lifeisaloha Peter Parker meet Peter Parker who should also meet Peter Parker who all also likes to be known as spider-man 🕸

spideyfan01 the OG’s

zendaya simply iconic 🕷 🕸

tomfan02 are you all in a band?

spideyfan02 the moment we have all been waiting for

y/nfan09 THEY RECREATED THE MEME

iamjamiefox legends

tomfan003 YOU ALL DID THAT

marvel 🕸🕸🕸

spideyfan15 who is Peter Parker ?

yourinstagram this will go down in history of one of the most iconic recreation ever 👏🏼

yourinstagram also what is the guy on the left number? he’s pretty cute 🥰

tomholland2013 guy on the left thinks you are pretty cute as well 😍

yourinstagram oh stop it ☺️

tomfan12 them flirting in the comments is such a mood ^^^ someone be my y/n to my Tom so we can recreate their comments under each other’s post :)

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y/nfan11 my lovely parents y’all ☺️

tomfan00 if they ever breakup than I am a child of divorce parents

y/nfan098 my husband plus my wife

spideyfan08 petition to get yourinstagram in Spider-Man too play Peter Parker’s new love interest until MJ can get her memories back ?

y/nfan12 where do I sign cause I want that too happen

y/nfan123 nah let her play as MJ’s love interest

spideyfan08 that’s even better, someone at marvel make it happen

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virgoilluminati · 10 months

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One Shot List

Heya, so after the end of Belongings I am planning to have a little break from fanfic series’s to focus on doing smaller fics. But knowing me… they’ll end up becoming short series’s of their own. 😆

So the plan is basically, requests for anyone on my masterlist is open, so just ask me what prompt you would like and who you would like it for, and I’ll write you a fic. ❣️❣️❣️ Been wanting to do this for a while so please send me requests (even if they’re not on this list too). I don’t bite…. (Or do I hehe😏) JK I DON’T I PROMISE

Here’s the prompt list:

1. "You're hair is really soft after you wash it."

2. Ssh. Stop fussing. I'm just braiding your hair."

3. You smell really nice."

4. "Would it be all right if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.

5. 'I might have slept with your robe when you were gone."

6. "If you steal the blankets, I am going to put my cold feet on you."

7. Here, let's share the blanket.

8. You're comfy."

9. You are my new pillow."

I0. "You are very endearing when you are half-asleep.

11. "But I want to hear you sing.

12. "We can talk over dinner."

13. "Don't be stubborn. Try it!"

14. "Don't get up - I'll do it."

15. "Will you let me rub your back?"

16: "Care to give me a back scratch?"

17. "Star-gazing was a good idea."

18. "You look beautiful/handsome in the moonlight."

19. "I'll always be here for you.

20. "TIl be here to protect you."

21. "I think I love you."

22. "You are my love."

23. "How about something warm? It will will help you sleep.

24. "It's okay. I couldn't sleep anyway."

25. "Don't be silly. I want to stay up with you.

26. It is not morning yet."

27. "Shush and go back to bed."

28. "I heard you talking in your sleep."

29. "Your bed head is really cute.

30. "We'll do dishes together.

31. "How about a kiss?"

32. “I love your hugs."

33. "Come over here and make me.

34. "Have you lost your damn mind!?"

35. "Please, don't leave."

36. "Do you...well...I mean...I could give you a massage?"

37. "Wait a minute. Are you jealous?"

38. "Is there a reason you're naked in my bed?"

39. "I almost lost you."

40. "Wanna bet?"

41. "Don't you ever do that again!"

42. "Teach me how to play?"

43. "Don't you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!"

44. "I think we need to talk."

45. "Kiss me."

46. "Hey, I'm with you, okay? Always."

47. "So, I found this waterfall..."

48. "It could be worse."

49. "Looks like we'll be trapped for a while..

50. "This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you've ever had. Of course I'm in."

51. "The paint's supposed to go where?"

52. "You need to wake up because I can't do this without you."

53. "We're in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?"

54. "I've seen the way you look at me when you think I don't notice."

55. "You come here often?"

56. "Can I offer you a drink?"

57. "So.. You expecting someone?"

58. "Do you need a place to stay for tonight?"

59. "I gotta tell you... you look incredibly hot.

60. "Do you want to dance with me?"

61. "Look at us... we are basically a couple already."

62. "I bet you would look even better without your clothes on."

63. "Are you single? Just asking."

64. "You're the most beautiful person I have ever encountered."

65. "What would you say if you and me would go somewhere else?"

66. "I love the way you're dressed."

67. "Do I have any chances with you?"

68. "Do you have anything better to do later?"

69. "Can I get your phone number?"

70. "You seem like a bad boy/girl/person type."

71. "I can do whatever you want, babe."

72. "You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen."

73. "I bet guys/gals/people are all over you.

74. "You should be a model."

75. "Are you... trying to flirt with me?"

76. "Maybe if I get a free drink I can consider talking to you."

77. "That won't work. Try again."

78. "Oh my god, did you just say that out loud?"

79. "I'm waiting for someone. However, you can amuse me in the meanwhile."

80 "You don't look so bad yourself."

81. "I thought you were taken."

82. "So, have you flirted with every girl/boy/one in this bar yet?"

83. "Do I look like someone who seems interested in you?"

84. "Compliments won't pay my drinks."

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locustthespawn · 1 year

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Lookin' good Peter B)

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mendesxruel · 2 years

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rooftop date with peter parker <3

peter tells you to wait on the rooftop and you see him swing by and land on it soon after you arrive there.

of course he wouldn't take the food on his backpack cause it would all be messed up from all the swinging, so he had left a basket with food a little while before meeting you there. he grabs it and places it on top of the tablecloth he put down on the floor.

taking off his spider-man mask, he smiles at you, holds your hand and kisses the back of it. he's home.

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character profile - Kyle Lucas {the student}

G E N E R A L I N F O R M A T I O N Name: Kyle Alexander Lucas Nickname: N/A Gender: Male Birthplace: Essex, United Kingdom Birthdate: June 12, 1995 Current Residence: London, England Employer: Ministry of Magic, Department of Magical Games and Sports Occupation: Wizarding Games Associate, Level Seven Blood: Pureblood

A P P E A R A N C E Height: 5' 11 Hair: Dark brown, wavy Eyes: Brown Dominant Hand: Right Other: His left thumb is slightly crooked from a Quidditch match in his sixth year

Playby: Tom Holland

B I O G R A P H I C A L I N F O R M A T I O N Kyle has always been a carefree kid, working hard not to let his anxiety get in the way of his present. Sorted into Hufflepuff House, Kyle enjoys the calm nature of his fellow students and has no problem spending his evenings with a cup of tea in the common room. However, when he told his parents that he was just having a good time chilling with his classmates and attending his classes, they encouraged him to try to join a club or team to get more involved. Kyle had always had fun flying his broomstick at home in the countryside, so one of his friends suggested he try out for the house team. Just for the heck of it.

As a first year, Kyle was only able to start off as a ball boy. Then at tryouts, they chose him to be a backup Seeker. As he took part more and more in the sport, Kyle fell in love with his teammates and spending his evenings zooming around the pitch. For fun, he dares his mates to see who would get the highest before jumping off into the lake. Swimming is another strength of his, which led to his confidence in taking part in the recklessness. By his fourth year, Kyle was the main Seeker of the Hufflepuff team. His first match in the position almost led him to have a panic attack from the stress, but he pulled through and was able to at least catch the Snitch to end the game.

Ever since that day, Kyle finds that he is able to meet situations a bit more calmly than he used to. His team is always there to support him, and because they are a team they handle each loss and win together. Kyle always considers his Quidditch team friends to be some of his closest mates and tries his best to keep in touch with them when he can during the holidays. During the quarterfinals of the house cup of his sixth year, he fractured his left thumb from a Bludger to the hand that nearly knocked him off his broom (which is currently the Nimbus 2001, although his heart is naturally set on getting himself a Firebolt one day). Hufflepuff placed third in the House Cup in 2010, fourth in 2011, and first in 2013.

Now in his final year at Hogwarts, Kyle's parents are encouraging him to figure out what he wants to do once he graduates. Although Quidditch had become one of his passions, he knew he wasn't cut out to make it a livelihood. After a few summers of mowing lawns, shoveling driveways, and delivering newspapers, Kyle applied to become an intern in the Department of Magical Games and Sports at the Ministry of Magic. He wants to see the world, but he also has no problem spending his evenings at home with a cup of tea.

C O N N E C T I O N S Parents: Emma Lucas (mother), Owen Lucas (father) Romance: Beatrice Quade (girlfriend) Tension: … Bast Notables: His father tends to be harsh on Kyle while his mother shares his anxiety; has a brown owl named Daisy

O T H E R T H I N G S Education: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Hufflepuff House Wand: Holly, eleven inches, phoenix feather Sexuality: Undecided Spoken Languages: English Likes: Swimming, tea with a squirt of lemon and a teaspoon of honey Dislikes: His anxiety, stress Song: Close Your Eyes - Breaking Benjamin

#my characters #tom holland #character development #creative writing #profile #tgs wide #hp rp #hp community #hp roleplay #hufflepuff #character sheet #fictional characters #character concept #character analysis #character design #ministry of magic #level 7

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megantheebaddest · 2 years

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✨Request Anything ✨

Please feel free to send me ideas or requests!! I will write concepts about anyone! ☺️

#jack harlow #niall horan #noah centineo #tom holland #machine gun kelly #pete davidson #au imagines #imagines #send in concepts #send requests #smut #+18 blog

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giggliestgirl · 1 year

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tk community/mcu writers: WHY DID Y’ALL NOT START WITH LER!ZENDAYA FICS? so much good material is there for you. PLEASE I BEG!

#tickle community #tickle concept #we got #lee!tom & ler!zendaya #and y’all paid it DUST #mcu tickle #mcu tickle fic #using the tags to get y’all’s attention #lee!tom holland

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lazert · 2 years

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Tom Holland/ Emma Watson Pop Art creation for client

#tom holland #emma watson #portrait #portfolio #concept art #artists on tumblr #character art #artistic #graphic art #art #original art #artoftheday #artwork #digital art #graphic designer

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rues-daya · 2 years

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hi, so so so sorry for the lack of updates on requests!! life has been busy recently but don’t worry I’ll be putting out more of you guys request!! just wanted to let you all know and hope you guys understand <333

and yes request are always open, love seeing my inbox full of request because it gives me motivation to post for you guys!!

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instead of you [part thirty] || l.mh

pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.

warnings: swearing, mentions of menstruation, pain, smut (mdni)

word count: 3.6k

a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!

series masterlist | early access to the next chapter on ko-fi

additional smut warnings: face sitting, protected sex, multiple orgasms

That night, Jisung took you to a pharmacy that was right by the resort. It was within walking distance but since you had a bad foot, you took a cab. He tipped the driver extra to leave the meter running and stay parked outside while you ran in together to grab what you needed, and then tipped him again when you made it back to the hotel since the whole journey was more of an inconvenience than an actual ride.

After taking a shower, you soaked your foot like Amir had instructed you to and then fell asleep almost immediately. Surfing had completely sapped you of all of your energy, even without the whole sea urchin incident.

Everything hurt when you woke up. It felt similar to the morning after having sex with Minho for the first time but ten times worse. You groaned as you rolled over, the sound splintering off into a whimper when you tried sitting up.

“Quiet, they’re going to think we’re messing around in here,” Jisung said, shushing you. You’d woken him up with your noises.

“Can’t help it,” you grumbled back.

“Sore?” he asked.

“Incredibly.”

“It’s brutal after your first time.”

“I’ve gathered that.”

“I’ll grab you some ibuprofen and a glass of water.”

“Thank you.”

The morning was spent lazily. Jisung made breakfast for everyone and you all ate together in the kitchen, listening to Dom explain the concept of the new book he was writing. You couldn’t really follow the plot but you still nodded along like you did and let the boys do all of the question asking.

After breakfast, everyone got ready for the day and met in the lobby where you were picked up by a cab and taken to a marina. Jisung had told you that you would be snorkeling most of the day, but you hadn’t expected it to be deep sea snorkeling. The idea was a bit daunting but it turned out that it wasn’t actually as deep as the name suggested. The water was clear enough to see everything and the ocean floor was only about thirty feet below you.

The captain of the boat you’d taken out to this spot had assured you that the area was shallow and full of marine life.

“We just like to take visitors out here because it’s less busy than right by the shore,” he said.

Obviously, the man knew what he was talking about. The snorkeling was one of the highlights of the entire trip thus far for you. You had never seen so many fish in one place before, or coral for that matter. Everything was so vibrant that it felt right out of a page of NatGeo. It was nice just to be able to relax and let the water carry your body weight as you floated on the surface, especially since you were still so sore. You barely had to move at all. It was so peaceful that you almost fell asleep in the water.

The only thing that startled you out of your half-asleep daze was Minho purposefully splashing you as he swam past you.

You broke the news of your newfound dedication to celibacy to him once you got back to the resort that night. You’d stayed up to finish a movie with him after everyone else had gone to sleep and he’d invited you back to his room as soon as the credits rolled.

“I just can’t keep going behind Jisung’s back,” you explained.

“You don’t need to explain yourself to me,” he replied. You could tell he was disappointed but was trying not to let it show. You were disappointed too. You’d only slept with him twice but it was some of the best sex of your fucking life and you didn’t want to just throw that away. “Any reason to want to stop is reason enough, and it’s not my business,” he added.

“It kind of is, though,” you reasoned with a sigh. He just shrugged. “I just thought you deserved to know.”

“Thanks for being honest.” He stood from the couch unceremoniously and turned back to you. “Uh, goodnight, I guess.”

You didn’t respond right away, taking a moment to admire the way the light from the television illuminated his features.

“Goodnight, Minho.”

You cringed inwardly at how weak you sounded, forcing a polite smile. The second his back was turned you started rethinking everything. Were you really going to let him just walk away?

“Wait-” you called out after him. “One more time couldn’t hurt, right?”

Your back hit the mattress as soon as the door shut behind you, Minho having pushed you onto his bed at the same time. You bounced a little, giggling as he jumped on top of you. He moved his way up your body until he was able to kiss you, sliding a hand under your head to lift you up to him. You kissed him back eagerly, slipping your tongue into his mouth as soon as the chance presented itself. Minho moaned quietly and you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him in closer.

“We have to be quiet,” he reminded you after breaking away from the kiss. “Felix is right next door.”

You nodded. “I can be quiet.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You sure about that?”

“Mhm, you’ll just have to find something to keep my mouth busy.”

“Fuck.”

He began undressing you slowly, taking his time with you like you knew he liked to do. You were already in your pajamas so everything came off easily. Your t-shirt, your stolen boxer shorts that Minho had probably once thought to be his brother’s, your panties. You were lying naked underneath him in no time.

“I’m off my period, by the way,” you added.

“You know I don’t care about that.”

“Yeah, but I thought you’d want to know… just in case.”

He narrowed his eyes, not following. “Just in case… of what?”

You sighed and flung your arms to the side dramatically. “Oh my god, are you really going to make me spell it out for you?”

“Spell out what?” he hissed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about! I already told you I don’t care about whether you’re on your period or not.”

“Okay, but there are certain things you can’t do on your period.”

“Like what?”

You rolled your eyes. He really was hopeless. At this point, you weren’t sure if he was actually oblivious or being obtuse on purpose. You had been under the impression that Minho liked eating pussy but maybe he had just been pretending to enjoy it for your benefit.

“Do you want to go down on me or not?”

His eyes widened in realization and he nodded eagerly. “Oh, you should’ve just said that.”

“I was trying to!”

“You kept skirting around it!” he argued.

“I didn’t want to say it outright…” you trailed off.

“Why? Are you embarrassed?” He was teasing you and you knew it.

“A little,” you admitted. “I’m not used to asking for what I want.”

He smirked, leaning down to kiss you on the mouth as he answered. “Well, you’d better get used to it.”

You were tempted to tell him it was pointless since this was the last time you were going to sleep together but you didn’t want to bring the mood down so you just nodded into the kiss and tried your best to forget about the depressing reality.

He broke away again, this time to take off his own clothes. You watched him pull his shirt over his head, bottom lip between your teeth as your gaze trailed the defined lines of his body.

“You’re so gorgeous,” you whispered, allowing yourself to reach out and touch him. Your fingers followed the same path as your eyes had and Minho shivered beneath your touch. You expected him to quip back with something smart, something to defuse the sincerity in your voice, but he didn’t. Instead, he pushed his hips forward so that he could grind against you.

A moan caught in your throat and you arched your back, meeting him halfway. The fabric felt good on your clit and the motion of his hips created the friction you had been searching for but you were worried about staining the material. You were already turned on, and your arousal was only building as Minho kissed his way down your neck. You would be mortified if there was a noticeable wet spot on the front of his pants when he pulled away.

For Minho, though, that seemed to be the last thing on his mind. His hands roamed your body like he was trying to memorize each and every curve, like he was an artist, committing your figure to memory so that he could sketch it in graphite once you left his bed.

“Did you want me to?” he asked suddenly.

“Want you to what?”

“Eat you out?”

You shifted a bit on the bed, shy all of the sudden. “Um, only if you want to.”

“Of course I want to, but I wanted to make sure you wanted me to.”

“I don’t know any girl who would turn that down,” you said, half chuckling, then rushed to add, “well there are some people who don’t like it, or prefer other things over it, you know? Or can’t enjoy it because they’re insecure and I mean, I’m not one of those people but-”

“Baby,” Minho cut you off. “A simple yes or no is all I need.”

“Yes. Please.”

Minho grinned and leaned back in to kiss you. “You’re cute.”

You didn’t have it in you to argue so you just pouted as you accepted the kiss. Minho groaned into your mouth, hands coming down to cup your breasts. His thumbs ran over your nipples making you gasp. You got lost in each other for a moment, original goal forgotten until Minho began kissing his way down your neck. He replaced one of the hands on your boobs with his mouth, tongue laving over your nipple just like it would your clit.

You didn’t want to rush him but you were also beginning to feel desperate so you brought a hand to his hair, running your fingers through it before pushing down lightly, trying to signal what you needed. The salt water had left his hair more tousled than usual, leaving it just long enough to fall into his eyes. Even after a shower, it was more wavy than anything. You thought it suited him. Then again, you thought everything suited him.

You weren’t sure how much time passed before Minho finally spoke.

“Want you to sit on my face,” he mumbled against your skin. “Please?”

You sat up a bit, unsure you’d heard him correctly. “Are you serious?”

“Are you going to make me beg?” he asked, not answering the question.

“No, I just… no one’s ever asked me to do that before.”

Minho seemed surprised, likely due to his knowledge of your sexual experience. “Really?”

You nodded. “The guys I usually go for aren’t very-”

“Good in bed?” he supplied.

“Well, yeah. And I’m usually the one asking the girls, so…”

A smirk passed over his face briefly as he processed the information before his expression fell into one of concern again. “Don’t feel like you have to do it just because I want to.”

“No, I know. I’m just a little nervous, I guess.”

“We can stop whenever you want. Just let me know.”

You shook your head and exhaled. “Okay. How should I…”

Minho rolled off of you and onto his back so that you could position yourself on top of him. He helped you straddle his face, big hands rubbing soothing circles on each of your thighs.

“Just so you know, my entire body still feels like jelly from surfing so you’re going to have to do all of the work.”

“I can do that.”

“Are you sure?”

Minho scoffed as if he was offended you’d even ask. “Positive. Do you think I’m weak?”

“N-no! I just-”

“I’ve got you, okay?”

You gulped. “Okay.”

“And that means don’t hover. When I say sit on my face I mean sit. You won’t crush me, if that’s what you’re scared of.”

It was like he could read your mind.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Yes,” you whispered in response.

He coaxed you into lowering yourself little by little until you were close enough for him to taste. You balanced your weight on your knees, still not confident enough to fully rest on him despite his words.

But Minho ended up getting his way in the end because as soon as his tongue touched your pussy, you were suddenly unable to hold yourself upright. You were barely two seconds in and your legs gave out on you, just like you predicted. You weren’t sure why you even tried to ‘hover’ in the first place.

You tried to soften the fall by throwing yourself forward so that at least the top half of your body weight wouldn’t come crashing down on his face but he caught you before your hands hit the mattress and pulled you back on top of him.

“I said not to hover.” It was muffled but you could still make it out.

After that, it was a blur. You couldn’t even worry about whether or not you were suffocating Minho. All you could think about was how fucking good his mouth felt on your cunt.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop!” you whimpered, still trying to keep your voice down.

Minho could only hum in affirmation but you were sure he would’ve had a thousand cocky lines on the tip of his tongue had the tip of his tongue not been inside of you.

You came hard with a quiet yelp of his name, thighs clenching around his head. He helped you through your orgasm as always, trying to make it as long as possible by encouraging you to ride his face.

You collapsed on the bed as soon as the aftershocks ebbed away, clutching your chest as you tried to catch your breath.

“Fuck, that was so hot,” Minho complimented.

“It… was… hot for me… too.”

He chuckled lightheartedly and reached for his crumpled t-shirt that he’d set against one of the pillows, using it to wipe his mouth and chin before dropping it on the floor. You made a face and he just shrugged, same stupid grin on his face.

“I’m going to wash it.”

You sighed. “I know, just…”

“Figured you wouldn’t want me dripping when I kissed you.”

“Oh, please,” you scoffed and rolled your eyes. “You’re being dramatic.”

“Am I? I think the stain on my pants would say otherwise.”

You didn’t even have time to be mortified because Minho was pressing his lips to yours, effectively erasing whatever you had been about to say from your mind. It was exactly what you’d been afraid of happening but he didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, he seemed to be even more aroused by it. You could feel how hard he was through his sweats as he rocked his hips against yours, all because of you.

“Don’t be embarrassed about it,” he murmured.

“How did you-”

“Because I know you. And I know you overthink everything. But I think it’s hot, I promise.”

You whined in response, not used to hearing sweet words in bed. His eyes softened as he gazed at you. They were still dark with lust but you could see flecks of fondness peeking through the desire. It made you remember what he said the first time you hooked up.

Who the fuck ever told you to apologize for being turned on?

“I’ll tell you as many times as you need to hear it,” he added with a peck to your nose. “Are you good to keep going?”

You nodded. “Yes, please. Need you.”

“I can tell.”

He was back to teasing you like nothing had happened which was oddly more comfortable. The sincerity of his words had scared you a little, reignited feelings you’d rather not address. It was already hard enough to repress them in intimate moments like these. The thought of Minho actually caring about you was more than you could handle.

“Let me grab a condom,” he mumbled, leaning towards the dresser.

He rifled through the top drawer for one and then shimmied out of his pants and underwear. You laid there motionless as you waited for him to roll one on, still a little out of it from cumming so hard the first time.

“You’re really going to have to do all of the work this time,” you told him. “I can’t feel my legs.”

“Not a problem,” he replied with a wink. “Do you want my fingers first?”

You considered it for a second. You did love his fingers but it was getting late and you both needed to get up relatively early in the morning. And you’d be lying if you said that you weren’t getting impatient for his dick.

“No, just go slow.”

“I’ll go as slow as you need me to.”

You winced as he pushed himself inside of you, hissing through your teeth at the stretch. It wasn’t bad, just a bit overwhelming, but Minho took your reaction as one of pain.

“Sorry, sorry, I’m so sorry,” he grunted. “Should I stop?”

You shook your head. “Keep going.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Please keep going.”

He brought one of his hands down to where you were connected and began to rub your clit with his thumb to distract you from the slight discomfort. Soon, all of the feelings bled into pleasure, indistinguishable from each other, and you started pushing your hips up, weakly fucking yourself on Minho’s cock.

“Needy all of the sudden, aren’t we?” he mused.

“Always needy for you,” you moaned back.

You swore you could feel him twitching inside of you as he cursed. “Want me to move?”

“Please…”

He matched your pace in no time, fully taking over for you just like you’d wanted him to. He kept one hand on the headboard, half to keep his balance, half to keep it from banging against the wall. The other hand had moved from your clit to your face, where he was stroking your cheek with his thumb.

It was different than the other times you’d slept together. He was fucking you slow and deep, each thrust making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Fuck, how are you always so tight?” he asked.

You were too fucked out to answer. He didn’t seem to mind.

You weren’t sure how much time passed before he stopped suddenly, telling you to hold on for just as a second as he grabbed a pillow from behind you.

“Does that actually work?” you asked, propping yourself up on your elbows so that he could position it under your lower back.

“I’ve read great reviews.” He ignored the way you rolled your eyes. “Lay back down. How’s that?” He gave an experimental thrust, smiling cockily when your jaw went slack and your mouth fell open.

The change in angle allowed the head of his cock to rest against your g-spot, meaning whenever he moved he was hitting it dead-on. every. time.

“Minho, fuck!” you cried.

“Baby,” he warned.

You moaned again and he immediately shushed you. “What did I say about being quiet?” he growled.

“I t-told you that you’d have to figure out a way to make me,” you choked out.

Minho must have taken that as a challenge because as soon as you got the words out he was shoving two fingers into your mouth, making you suck on them. You moaned around them.

“That’s it, darling. Better?”

You nodded to the best of your ability. You wanted to tell Minho how hot he looked, how good he made you feel, how close you were to cumming but you couldn’t do any of that. To be fair, you doubted you’d be able to string a sentence together even if his fingers weren’t in your mouth.

“‘M close,” he admitted, sounding a little embarrassed. You weren’t sure why. He’d lasted a lot longer than a lot of your other partners. If anything it was impressive.

You tried mumbling out a me too but it was difficult with your mouth full. He seemed to get the idea, though and motioned for you to rub your clit to help you get there.

Minho came first, muffling a shout by biting your shoulder. You wished you could see his face, he was always so pretty when he came, but the sting from the bite was enough to throw you into your own orgasm.

Afterward, when you had both stopped trembling and regained enough muscle strength to move, Minho helped you get redressed. He instructed you to raise your arms above your head so that he could pull your shirt back on, laughing with you when your head got stuck.

You found yourself wishing that you could spend the night with him. It would be so nice to be able to fall asleep in his arms, to wake up next to him. You knew you couldn’t. It was just wishful thinking. You weren’t even sure if he wanted the same thing. You had always assumed that this was just sex to him, but his behavior towards you had made you start to think otherwise.

“You should shower,” Minho said softly, breaking the silence. He was suddenly unable to meet your gaze and you didn’t want to think about what that meant. “Got you all sweaty.”

“What about you?” you asked.

“I’ll go after you. We probably shouldn’t…” he trailed off. “Not that I don’t want to-”

“No, I get it,” you said. “Goodnight, Minho.”

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