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absolutelyfizzing3 hours ago
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happy to see you (tom holland x reader)
description - just domestic fluff, head kisses, lap sitting, and tessa being the love of tom's life
Warnings - None? someone says 'idiot' at one time and that about as racy as it gets.
word count - 950 ish
You came home from work with the day weighing on your shoulders. As soon as you set your bag down you felt the need to see your boyfriend. During the pandemic he had spent much of his time gaming with his friends to socialize and pass the time. Your line of work just happened to be one that you could do while social distancing and people at your workplace were in the process of getting vaccinated. This meant that every day was exhausting and you wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed with him and Tess.
You waited a moment to try to hear for which room he was in and it was not shocking to you to hear yelling and laughing coming from what was now deemed his gaming room. You made your way toward the door, knocking once and then opening it before waiting for a response. Tom paused the game really quick and you could vaguely hear his friends complaining so you gave him an apologetic look but he just grinned at you.
"Sorry guys, Y/N just got home. I'm gonna skip this game, I'll catch you on the next round." He said into his mic before taking off his headset and making grabby hands at you. You felt tears come to your eyes at the sight and he quickly caught on. You sat straddling him on his gaming chair and he put his hands securely on your waist.
"Whats wrong?" He asked worriedly as he saw your watery eyes, tears threatening to spill.
"Nothing." You mumbled, trying to lean forward and bury your face in his chest but he caught your shoulders and sat you back, making pointed eye contact.
"You should know better than to just flat out lie to my face." he smirked. "Come on, honey. Whats wrong? Are you okay?"
"Yeah I don't know." you mumbled and he looked at you with a look that said 'really?' so you continued. "I just miss you during the day so much and I love you a lot and I'm just really happy to see you I guess" Your face turned red in embarrassment. His face broke out in a grin and he pulled you into him, his face going to your hair and yours into the crook of his neck. You wiggled on his lap trying to get as close as physically possible to him.
"I love you so much, baby. The best part of my day is when you come home. I am the luckiest guy in the world." He whispered into your hair and he kissed your head lovingly. You smiled into his neck and you decided you could stay like this forever.
For the next 10 minutes you both talked about your days. He mentioned a new game he was playing with Haz and how Harry was awful at it and then you talked about how one of your coworkers wouldn't stop complaining about having to wear her mask even though everyone was doing it without an issue. When the round that the boys were playing ended you say back a bit to look at Tom.
"Would it be okay if I stay here while you game?" You muttered shyly and he beamed.
"I was gonna ask you the same thing." He muttered before pressing kisses around your face. You went back to the crook of his neck and he adjusted so he could game and he put his headset on.
"Yeah guys I'm back you can start...No she's still with me." His talking into his headset was comforting to you and while you couldn't make out words on the other end, you could hear the hum of activity over them.
"The boys say 'hi', darling." He whispered to you.
"Hi, boys" you speak happily into the mic of Tom's headset while he gazed lovingly at you. You heard a commotion and then Tom was back to talking to them.
"Yeah I know she sounded close cause she was talking into the mic... She's on my lap, you idiot... You'll never find out..." Your eyes closed as you vaguely listened to tom talk to his friend and the game started. About an hour later Tom had hung up on the game and he was trying to gauge how asleep you were.
"Y/N?" he whispered very lightly. When you didn't respond he made the assumption that you were soundly sleeping and he refused to wake you up. He thanked god he had gotten that home weight set as he slowly and carefully got up from his chair while still holding onto you. Your arms and legs instinctively wrapped around him and he smiled as he made his way around the house, turning off lights and grabbing Tessa from her spot on the couch. The three of you made it to your room and Tom set you down in the bed, wiggling his way out of your tight hold. You whined for a moment and Tom patted the bed next to where you were trying to find him. Tessa jumped up and laid next to you, giving you something warm to cuddle. Tom stepped back and took a quick picture, mumbling to himself, "My girls." He then brushed his teeth and took off your jewelry and he got into bed with his favorite girls next to him. He kissed your head, then Tessa's, and then turned off the bedside lamp, looking forward to being able to wake up next to you in the morning.
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madmadmilk4 hours ago
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lmaooo i know it's been FOREVER since i've updated, but i'm hoping to get "Jinkies" Part 2 (Tom Holland x Reader) out by this weekend!! Friday? maybe? but omagjahdfkjwka ya'll ain't ready.... mischeif, mysteries, smooches, and smut coming your way very soon! Thank ya for waiting sooooo patiently!! u deserve this update lmao 鉂o笍
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poetrcy4 hours ago
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A Royal Convenience || Tom Holland
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| Prologue | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen | Part Fourteen |
Summary 鈫 When an alliance is made between England and France, you are sent away to marry the crown prince and heir to the British throne. Except both you and Prince Thomas despise each other at all odds, subjected to the hand of the monarchy and unable to stand each other.
AN 鈫 Surprise bestiesssss!!! This chapter is coming really really early. Even more crazy, this is the last official chapter!! I rewatched the episode of The Crown where King George died and took some inspiration from that, I think it was crafted beautifully. 120% recommend the show if you enjoy historical pieces as well!!! Part fifteen is going to be the official epilogue for 鈥楢 Royal Convenience.鈥 Then I鈥檓 planning on taking a bit of a break from this story, after that I鈥檒l take blurb requests occasionally to keep up. I have definitely fallen in love with this story while writing it, and I鈥檓 so thankful for everyone who has taken time to read it. This chapter is definitely more ominous, but I feel like it was necessary to sort of come to an end of this story.
Pairing(s) 鈫 Prince!Tom x Princess!Reader
Warnings 鈫 Strong Language, Death
Word Count 鈫 3.1k
Nobody ever tells you what it actually feels like to have your entire world flipped upside down.
Tom remained completely silent. Not a word did he speak, his expression blank and empty. Your eyes had glossed over soon enough, not because you mourned the King, but because you mourned yourself and Tom. Mourned your life as individuals.
He said nothing. Standing up, you watched him lace his trousers and put on his tunic. Exiting the room with steady breathing and a poised stature.
Sitting up, you pulled your nightdress off of the hardwood and over your head. The room was an eerily silent, the candlelight flickering a bit as you sat. Outside was more commotion than you鈥檇 ever heard with the walls of Windsor Castle. Rising to your feet, you had no time to reflect on all that had happened in the past twenty-four hours.
A knock sounded through the door. You let out a shaky breath and flattened the wrinkled material of the nightgown. You must鈥檝e looked like a mess, but unable to fix yourself in the current situation. Muttering a quick 鈥榗ome in.鈥
The door creaked open to reveal Anne at the archway. She stood there oddly still for a moment, her face somber and stricken with grief. You couldn鈥檛 quite move, staring back at her in complete and utter shock.
鈥淵our Majesty,鈥 she whispered as she gave a deep curtsy in respect.
As if all of the wind had been knocked out of you, your stomach flipped and you felt the urge to fall back. The title made you want to lean over and throw up, your head beginning to spin at the thought of all of this.
鈥淥h, Anne,鈥 you responded quietly.
She stepped into the room and went to the wardrobe, pulling open the wooden doors she sifted through a few things and pulled out an abundance of black fabric. Sitting at the edge of the bed, you could feel the blood rush to your face.
Within minutes, Anne had laced your corset up. All of your garments had been secured and she was finishing the sealing of the gown at the back. You would wear black, traditional in mourning of the death of the sovereign. She pulled your hair back and styled it simply, this was no time for extravagant updos or beautiful flowers.
Never had you and Anne gone silent while she readied you for the day or evening, there was always too much to talk about.
Today you said nothing to each other.
The door opened once again, this time Tom stepped through the wooden entryway. He was dressed in formal mourning attire, both of you sporting black. Anne immediately turned to face him, curtsying just as she had done with you.
鈥淵our Majesty.鈥
Tom stiffened, looking down at his shoes and walking up to the mirror. He fiddled with his cuffs, pursing his lips and looking to you. He looked like a shell of the man you鈥檇 been with only a few hours ago. His face had lost all of its color, if anything he was pale looking.
鈥淭he carriage is waiting,鈥 he finally spoke up. 鈥淲e鈥檇 better not keep anyone waiting. The Prime Minister has already been informed, meaning every other nation of the Commonwealth has been as well.鈥
鈥淎lright,鈥 was all you said.
Standing, you let him guide you out of the room in a hurry. The halls of bustling staff had come to an abrupt halt, they all stopped the moment you both stepped into the hall. Passing by each and every one of them, a bow or curtsy followed.
This wasn鈥檛 necessarily different, but the looks on their faces were. As if realizing they were no longer looking at two unruly children, they looked downwards in respect. Standing a few inches apart, you and Tom made your way down an abundance of steps and through several long hallways.
Once you reached the familiar large space at the front of the castle, you strained your eyes to recognize the figure standing at the door coming inside from where you鈥檇 board your carriage. It was Harrison, tired eyes and hatless, he held a blank face that resembled most of the expressions you鈥檇 seen.
In all of the time you鈥檇 known Tom and Harrison, you had never seen him bow. Figuring it was a mutual respect between both of them, you didn鈥檛 think about it much. His eyes held pity and somber. The stiffness in the way he approached you was much less of a friend and more of a subject and Private Secretary.
And for the first time since arriving in England, Harrison unquestionably bowed his head to Tom. Turning to you, he gave sorry eyes and dropped his head once again.
鈥淚 came as soon as I鈥檇 heard, I am so incredibly sorry,鈥 he said to Tom.
鈥淭hank you, Haz,鈥 he responded curtly. 鈥淣ow, there鈥檚 got to be a reason you鈥檝e gone out of your way to come here rather than wait with mum at the palace.鈥
Harrison nodded, taking a step back and looking around at the surroundings of Windsor. He had come all the way from his own home to pay his respects and give his condolences. Though, you could only assume how much was on his plate as the Private Secretary of the King of England.
鈥淵es, while I wish I could be with Her Majesty鈥斺 he stopped himself a moment. 鈥淗er Majesty, The Queen Mother鈥擨 thought it best if we decided your regnal name here.鈥
Tom stayed quiet a moment. You tried to imagine calling him something other than his name. Especially something so stiff, something like George or Albert. And sure, there was nothing wrong with those names, they鈥檙e fine names. However, they鈥檙e not his name.
鈥淒on鈥檛 be daft. My name was Thomas mere hours ago, and Thomas it shall remain. Too many things are about to change, I鈥檇 prefer my name not be one of them.鈥
鈥淚 figured, now鈥攜ou鈥檇 best be on your way back to Buckingham Palace. I鈥檒l be around just after you. The Prime Minister should be along shortly, he鈥檚 heard of your departure and plans to meet you. There, I鈥檇 assume you鈥檒l talk of the meeting at St. James tomorrow.鈥
You looked over to Tom, then back to Harrison. While having been in England for a time, you still weren鈥檛 aware of all of their formalities and traditions. Much of this sounded like a foreign language.
鈥淭omorrow is the day I meet with this Accession Council, they鈥檒l officially name me King. In a few months time, the Coronation will take place at Westminster Abbey where both you and I will be crowned King and Queen.鈥
They spoke a few more minutes and you exited through the stone archway and walked into the space for carriages. Tom came up behind you a second later, extending a hand out and helping you up and onto the plush bench. He brought himself upwards and sat beside you, however, this felt nothing like the ride you鈥檇 taken after the wedding.
The only similarity was your lacking the ability to keep your eyes open. Drowsily falling in and out of consciousness, the drive passed quicker than you鈥檇 expected. It was the loud chiming of the bell tower throughout the London streets that sent you sitting upright. Stunned, you looked out the window of the carriage and realized the darkness had faded out.
鈥淚t should ring every minute for the next hour or so,鈥 Tom remarked quietly, easing your confusion. 鈥淚t鈥檚 tradition.鈥
Leaning back against the seat, you noticed the deep purple bags beneath his red eyes. Presumably lacking sleep, Tom鈥檚 appearance remained intact and like that of a prince鈥攚ell, king, you remembered.
The clanking of the wheels halted soon after you鈥檇 come through the gates of Buckingham Palace. A moment later, the door swung open and two guards stood on either side of the opening. Tom stepped out first, then reached back to help you onto the ground.
Many members of the staff had been sent home, that was clear the moment you entered the palace. The usual bustling halls were solemn, the occasional servant stopping in respect. For the first time, the paintings staring back at you creepily was not the strangest thing. It was the fact that Nicola would move out, and you and Tom would move in.
He spoke to a man dressed in the respective all black, nodding quaintly and murmuring a few things back his way. A second later, you were being directed through the palace to a wing you鈥檇 never been before.
Everything and nothing had changed.
His hands flattened themselves against his trousers, you making the rash decision of reaching over and pulling his tensed grip into your own. Seeming to relax, he continued to guide you through many large doorways and down several corridors you hadn鈥檛 even known existed.
鈥淲hat are we doing, Tom?鈥 You asked, 鈥渟houldn鈥檛 we see if your mother is alright?鈥
鈥淲e will. First, I鈥檇 like to see my father,鈥 he replied.
This surprised you, especially with everything his father had put him through as a child. Of course, everyone mourns differently and it would be perfectly understandable if he was overcome with grief and loss. However, his expression displayed something other than mourning.
Reaching the tall, dark wood doors was a bit more anxiety inducing than you鈥檇 expected. It seemed a given that you鈥檇 stand outside while he had a few moments in private with Dominic, but he only nodded at the guard standing watch by his door and pulled you inside once it was opened.
The air was thick with death.
The linen had been pulled up to his chest, his skin matching the color of the sheets almost exactly. Eyes sunken in, veins protruding from every angle. If it weren鈥檛 for his permanent scowl, he might鈥檝e looked at peace.
鈥淒id he suffer?鈥 You murmured, looking over at Tom.
鈥淚 hope so.鈥
This sent the hairs on your arms standing up, Tom slowly approaching the bed in a stalking manner. His eyes were glossed over, tears threatening to spill at his waterline. Once he reached his father鈥檚 bedside, Tom ran a stray hand through his hair in frustration.
鈥淵ou told me that you were glad to never have to live to see the day I鈥檇 become king,鈥 he said through gritted teeth. 鈥淲ell take a good look, you aren鈥檛 missing very much.鈥
He leaned down further, lips pressed together and eyes narrowed. You couldn鈥檛 quite read him, but his actions showed deep sadness and anger. The way he brought his tensed fist down on the bedside table took you back, tears clouding his vision.
鈥淵ou ruined my life, father. This鈥攖his is the last thing I鈥檝e ever wanted for myself and for my family. And perhaps you鈥檙e right, maybe I will not make a good sovereign. At least I鈥檒l have succeeded you, though.鈥
It felt inappropriate to add anything, especially in something so personal. Staying silent, you watched as he lay his hand flat against his father鈥檚 chest and lean into his other hand. Wiping away any moisture under his eyes, he looked up and observed the final expression on Dominic鈥檚 face.
鈥淵ou made every waking moment a living hell for me and I hope you rot for it, you sick bastard.鈥
Turning away, he stared at the wall a moment. A few sniffles escaped, a long sigh and another pointed look at his father鈥檚 corpse. Somehow, that few seconds felt like drawn out minutes where you watched nothing more than a boy take his role as a king.
He straightened his posture and rubbed his eyes until the tears were nonexistent. The only remains of his unhappiness resided in the redness of his eyes and the flush of his cheeks. Flattening the material of his overcoat and trousers, he brought his hands down shakily.
With a final word, Tom leaned in further than he had previously and pushed the straying hair falling over his father鈥檚 forehead. He drew his lips into a hard line, breathing deeply before standing up straight and closing his eyes. Murmuring something underneath his breath, he opened his mouth to speak one last time.
鈥淵ou have been dead to me for years. I鈥檝e nothing but pity for you. With that鈥攎ay God have mercy on your soul.鈥
The sound of footsteps filled the air, Tom鈥檚 hand placing itself at the small of your back and leading you out of the double doors you鈥檇 come in at. The guard bowed his head, shutting them the moment you both exited.
One of the King鈥檚 advisors stood in front of you, behind him was Harrison. Grief stricken, it was clear that he and Dominic had been somewhat close. He took his time bowing to both of you, but let it be significantly longer than usual.
鈥淵our Majesty,鈥 he addressed Tom in a whisper. 鈥淚鈥檝e come to give you my condolences.鈥
鈥淭hank you, Neil,鈥 Tom expressed in numb gratitude. 鈥淣ow, if you鈥檒l excuse my wife and I, I鈥檓 on my way to meet my family and then the Prime Minister.鈥
The man nodded generously and stood back, Harrison perking up and following behind you both a moment after you began to walk away. It was only when the man, Neil as you鈥檇 picked up, spoke in the most gut wrenching tone. His words holding so much meaning and housing so much depth.
鈥淟ong live King Thomas.鈥
Tom stopped dead in his tracks for only a second, the slightest breath escaped his lips before he continued on. The look that passed his face said something of 鈥榳hat am I doing.鈥
Trembling a bit, you inhaled and pinched your eyes shut. This is reality, you thought to yourself. The show you鈥檇 have to put on would not just extend past today, it was for life. Just as Tom had told you so long ago, there鈥檚 no way out of this.
The Crown must always prevail.
鈥淭he Queen Mother and your brothers should be waiting just off this wing, there you鈥檒l take the next staircase down to the throne room where you鈥檒l be greeted by the Prime Minister,鈥 Harrison spoke. 鈥淚t should be brief, nothing too mad.鈥
All three of you turned the next corner onto a narrow strip, all dressed in black were the boys and Nicola. Her face may have shocked you most of all, in her eyes was true and unhindered sadness. Standing beside one another, their heads shot in your direction the moment you turned into the corridor.
There was no need to speak, or to say anything really. Your heart had begun to thud increasingly faster, swallowing hard as you walked. Nicola stepped forward first, her eyes down and her face lacking the usual brightness.
Tom approached her with the look of a son needing his mother. He was met with a shrill display of the handing over of power. You took in a sharp breath the moment she nearly sunk to her knees, her head down in respect and her eyes teary.
鈥淢um,鈥 he whispered softly.
She stood from her curtsy, meeting his eyes and kissing his cheek. Her hand cupped the side of his face a few seconds, then she turned to look at you. This time she couldn鈥檛 help letting the single tear roll down her cheek. She first kissed both of your cheeks, pulling back and looking you straight in the eyes.
鈥淚 am so sorry you did not have more time, I often find myself wishing that I did.鈥
With this, she fell into a deep curtsy. As if the silence couldn鈥檛 deepen anymore, the creaks in the floorboard sounded in your ears. She rose, staring at you in the most mourningly way of all. This was the moment you felt your girlhood slip between your fingers and shatter beneath you like a glass.
Moving to the side, Sam took light steps to stand before his brother. He gazed at him as if he was looking for someone inside of his glossy eyes, as if he was looking for his brother. He dropped his head, stepping back and over to you.
Holding out your hand, he took it and kissed it affectionately before giving a soft and reassuring look. Then he bowed and went off to stand with his mother. Sam followed, repeating almost the exact same actions as his brother before him. Though, it was when Paddy stepped forward with teary eyes and bright red cheeks.
It felt as if you鈥檇 watched Paddy grow up in the time you鈥檇 been in England, the way he held his head high and looked at his brother pridefully. Before Tom could let his brother say a thing, much less bow down to him鈥攈e sunk down to Paddy鈥檚 level and placed a hand on his shoulder.
鈥淵ou needn鈥檛 bow to me, brother,鈥 he murmured so low only the three of you could hear. 鈥淣ot today.鈥
鈥淧apa, he鈥檚 dead. I saw him鈥斺
Paddy鈥檚 words brought a tear to your eye, his arms wrapping around Tom before anyone could scold him. He returned the gesture, letting Paddy bury his head into his neck before pulling back and nodding.
鈥淗elp take care of mummy, won鈥檛 you?鈥 He asked him. 鈥淚 fear she鈥檒l be unwell for awhile.鈥
鈥淚t鈥檚 not fair,鈥 Paddy whined. 鈥淚 want to live with you, here鈥攁t Buckingham Palace. Mummy says we have to stay at Balmoral now, I could stay with you, couldn鈥檛 I?鈥
鈥淧addy, none of this is fair. None of this will ever be fair, you鈥檒l come to this realization soon enough. And I wish you could stay here, believe me I do. It鈥檚 not possible, though. Besides, I鈥檓 counting on you to help Harry and Sam now that I can鈥檛 be there all the time.鈥
With a sigh, they pulled away from each other and Paddy walked over to stand beside Nicola with tear stained cheeks. Tom stood, looking over to you and reaching up to push a bit of hair out of your face. Then he began to walk ahead, ready to perform his first duty as King. You stayed back for a moment, only just in range to hear Harrison鈥檚 shaky and flat voice behind you.
鈥淕od save the King,鈥 he breathily whispered.
Nicola stood up straighter, looking over at him and then to Tom and then finally over to you. With goosebumps trailing up and down your arms, you took in a large breath and furrowed your brows before taking a step behind Tom. Only then did she say what everyone seemed to be thinking.
鈥淎nd may God save the Queen.鈥
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bigassnocash6 hours ago
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Couch Cuddles (Arvin Russell x Reader)
Hello! This is the first fanfiction I've ever written so please be kind while reading and thank you <3
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"Y/N, where are you?" Arvin called as he walked into the apartment. He got a job just outside the city laying blacktop. You guys both needed a sense of familiarity after leaving Cold Creek so he had continued doing physical labour and being in the outdoors as much as possible.
"I'm in here hon," you called from the couch arriving home moments before. You had taken a waitressing job at a local diner after moving to Cincinnati with Arvin. When he told you what Preston Teagarden had done to Lenora and Pamela Reaster and what he planned to do, you knew that you would follow him to the ends of the Earth.
You had been friends with Lenora since you could walk, so when Arvin came to live with Emma and Earskell you were excited to have another friend. You were in the Tenth grade when you realized that you harbored more than just friendship feelings towards Arvin. It shocked you when you found out that he felt the same way.
The floorboards creaked in the doorway, alerting you to Arvins arrival in the living room. You opened your eyes to a sight you don't normally see; Arvin was crying. "What's wrong Arvin?" you asked him, becoming quite concerned.
"I'm sorry. I"m sorry for Lenora, I'm sorry for killing the preacher, I'm sorry for killing the people who picked us up, I'm sorry for killing the sheriff, I'm sorry for taking you away from your family, I'm sorry for putting you in harms way, I'm sorry I can't give you a better life. You deserve so much better than this shitty apartment and I'm sorry I can't give you that." He moved so his head was now in your lap as you sat upright, stroking his hair as he sobbed.
"Arvin Eugene Russell you shut your mouth. That preacher was dirty, he hurt your sister and that is not your fault. If you hadn't killed that couple, they would've killed us or worse. That sheriff hated you for killing his sister. You didn't force me to do anything, I chose to leave. I chose to leave because I love you, Arvin. I don't know where you got this idea that I'm unhappy because I'm not. I don't want a huge house, with a big yard. I just want you. This shitty apartment is the best place in the whole world, because it's ours and I get to come home to you."
He looked up at you with so much love in his eyes. No one had ever said something like that to him since his mama died years before. He couldn't think of anything to say, no idea how to thank you. He kissed you, his lips still salty with his tears. he kissed you for a long time, his lips telling you everything he wanted to say but couldn't. After a couple minutes, you heard your timer go off in the kitchen. "That's dinner. You go wash up while I finish it up," you told him.
All through dinner Arvin yawned, not being used to crying so much. After you guys cleaned up he went to shower and you laid back down on the couch. Just as you were about to fall asleep you felt Arvin lay down on top of you, his arms wrapping around your waist, his head laying on your chest. You started stroking his hair again, knowing it helped him fall asleep. Not even five minutes later you heard his breathing even out. You both slept better than you had in months, despite being on the lumpy couch, knowing you both felt safe in each others arms.
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felicityparkers7 hours ago
Hello I have a request if you鈥檙e not comfortable with it it鈥檚 totally fine or if your not doing requests just an idea. Anyways could you do a mob Tom Holland where the reader is giving birth and he鈥檚 by her side the whole time. But I always get so embarrassed when reading things like this and the reader is screaming at the husband so could you do some thing the reader is just whispering in Toms ear that it hurts and he encouraging her? sorry that was so long :)
鈥 clearing out my inbox : mob!tom edition 鈥
a/n:聽!! felt that lmao ajkksfjsf so i gotchu boo !! <3 warnings: usual birth stuff. i鈥檓 not well versed about pregnancies at all, so it is probably medically inaccurate at moments lmao
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鈥淚t hurts, Tom,鈥 Another whimper left your mouth, tears streaming down your face. Your grip on Tom鈥檚 hand was tight, your hold like a vice, but Tom showed no sign of discomfort, not wanting you to feel any ounce of regret about it.聽
鈥淚 know, angel, it鈥檚 okay, just a little more,鈥 He whispered against your ear, placing a soft kissing to your sweaty temple. Your eyes were screwed shut in pain, as you pushed as the doctor advised you to.聽
鈥淚 can鈥檛 anymore, it hurts,鈥 You let out a silent scream, giving another push.聽
鈥淎lmost there, Y/N, just a few more pushes!鈥 The doctor said, as you complied, giving another push. Tom looked at the doctor before focusing back on you.聽
鈥淵ou can, darling, you鈥檙e the bravest woman I know.鈥 He said, wiping your tears with his free hand, placing a kiss to each of your wet cheeks.聽
鈥淛ust one more push, Y/N!鈥 The doctor鈥檚 voice boomed, as you put all your strength into giving the last push, a painful groan leaving your mouth, squeezing Tom鈥檚 hand further, your knuckles turning white.聽
Soon, the shrill cries of a baby filled the room as you took deep breaths, yours and Tom鈥檚 eyes immediately falling on the crying baby as she was quickly placed onto your chest by the doctor and your arms instinctively wrapped around her small frame.聽
Tom stared at the little girl, his mouth wide open, his eyes glistening with tears.聽
鈥淟ook at her, Y/N, our little princess, you did so well.鈥 He praised, running his hand through your hair, before pecking your forehead as you smiled.聽
When you and Tom found out that you鈥檇 be having a girl, you were both over the moon, especially Tom as he had already started rambling on and on about how much he鈥檇 spoil her, and now that she was here, he couldn鈥檛 wait to do so.
鈥淪he鈥檚 perfect. Even if she鈥檚 crying,鈥 You chuckled softly, stroking her little head.聽
鈥淪he鈥檚 the best.鈥 He grinned before placing a hand on her bare back, his thumb rubbing the soft skin. His voice was gentle as he spoke, his eyes filled with adoration and love for his little bundle of joy.
鈥淲elcome to the family, Felicity Holland.鈥澛
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Warnings; angst, smut and SMUT, unprotected sex.
Summary; You didn't like Peter, and you liked to humiliate him every time you had a chance to do so.
Authors note; this is the first time i do smut so pls tell me if its good so i can keep doing it 鉁
鈥 PETER PARKER X MALE!STARK!READER.
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Temperaments heated up every time your father insisted that you train alongside Peter. You didn't hate Peter, but you didn't like him either. You even thought that he was a bit annoying and spoiled. You just felt annoyed with the presence of him near you. Typical Starks temperament.
Peter was not far behind, he knew that he was not to your liking at all, but Parker just did not seem to understand why. He didn't know anything about you, the only thing he knew was what anyone knew about the starks, a reputation for big parties that Tony seemed to have left once you and Morgan were born. But you followed the legacy of parties until you ended up with someone different under your sheets every night.
"Okay guys take a break but not to long." Tony pointed a finger as the sweat fell from their foreheads. 鈥淛arvis monitors everything so if you spend more than the exact time i will know.
"As if that matters." You mumbled, heading towards the locker room that the Avengers base had.
"I heard that (Y/n)" Tony answered raising his voice watching you walk away. You turned around still walking backwards.
"Good, because I wanted you to know."
You wet your hands removing the sweat to wash your face, both would return to combat but you prefer to feel fresh and relaxed for minutes. When you looked up in the mirror reflection you saw Peter standing looking at you directly, he probably was going to do the same as you to wash some parts, but he was standing there looking at you seriously.
You had no problem challenging Tony, much less Peter.
"What do you want Parker." You turned around, leaning your hands on the sink, giving him that stupid little smile that you knew bothered him about you.
"Why do you hate me so much (Y/n)? Or Tony, are you always rude to people who try to be nice to you? "
"What the hell is your problem man?" You said indignantly crossing your arms, highlighting a little your muscles that Peter secretly lowered his gaze towards them. 鈥淢y father and I is none of your business, or should I call you stepbrother now? I don't even know you and BELIEVE ME, I have no intention of doing so. Mind your own business, will you?
"What else could I expect from someone who wakes up with a different person every morning, because a mature attitude I don't think so." Peter challenged leaving you speechless, you were the one doing that, not him. 鈥淚 have heard the rumors and stories of the incredible (y/n) stark and his magnificent reputation. But what if he's just an alter ego? And that you pretend to be the tough guy and not show that soft part of鈥 .鈥
Peter couldn't finish as soon his spider sense warned him too late that danger was approaching. You pushed the boy on his shoulders causing him to bump his back against the metal lockers.
"And what about you Peter Parker." You started out with bitterness. It was your turn, Peter didn't know where he had gotten that guts, you always seemed to have them. 鈥淭he classic loser who gets teased at school trying to get noticed by the girl he's in love with? C麓mon Peter, you are nothing, the only thing that makes you special and why people would see you is because you are Spiderman. What else would make you special? Be a good kisser? A good boyfriend? You don't have any of that because you are alone. You are a lonely virgin.
Right on the guts. You knew it because Peter didn't bother to answer your push, he just stared at you with a combination of feelings, anger, sadness.
"Screw you man." Peter muttered pushing you with his shoulder before walking out of there.
You couldn't feel bad for him, you enjoyed the pain you caused to people you didn't like. You followed in his footsteps and when he had already left the room you heard your father's voice in the microphone of the communicator that was on the wall.
"Where麓s he going? You have training. "
"He's a Nerd dad, He probably go back to his room to read a comic or something." You responded by pressing the button. 鈥淣ow I'm going to do what I do best.
(.....)
You caught the shot glass between your teeth and lifted your head letting the bitter drink enter your throat in a single movement. The others started clapping and praising you like you were a party god. You threw the glass on the floor, breaking it, wiping your lips with the sleeve of your expensive shirt.
"Well? Does anyone want to challenge the leader of the parties or are you all a couple of chickens?"
You said flaunting yourself as the thrusters slowly brought you down from the air.
"I'll do it."
The metal boots hit the ground, your gaze focused on Peter and his new look that hardly made you think he was the same Peter you had humiliated at the base of the avengers. His hair pulled back, black pants, and a stylish short-sleeved shirt. The stark scholarship left money.
"Penis Parker." You said mockingly, the alcohol was starting to rise between your veins. "This is going to be interesting. Come on come up here baby. JARVIS! Serve another round.
The round of drinks increased more and more, neither of you took their eyes off the other. Neither wanted to lose to the other. Peter didn't seem to show any signs of dizziness or being drunk, and you knew why, his blood and spider abilities gave him certain advantages that you didn't have. You could already feel a minor headache.
"St..op.." You said stamping your glass on the bar when Peter was about to finish the drink. "I'm going to ... find--... another bottle.
"Sure Stark, take your time." A random boy replied patting your shoulder.
You went through the people leaving everything behind and climbed the stairs escaping from the embarrassing scene that you were going to happen if you didn't get out of there fast. With one hand on your stomach feeling dizzy you entered the closest room closing the door looking for the closest piece of furniture and contain your urge to vomit, you had to go back, Parker would not ruin your reputation.
"Looks like the legend himself (Y/n) Stark can only hold 10 drinks."
Peter entered the room putting the lock to make fun of you seeing you with your eyes closed barely catching your breath.
"If you want to vomit there is a bathroom, I can hold your hair while you are on your knees."
"Fuck off." You responded to his sarcasm. "Was it necessary to be bitten by another spider for you to bring out this manly behavior?
"Only when someone challenge me." Peter crossed his arms, that's when you realized that his school sweater hid some marked arms. You only raised an eyebrow. "And I came to prove to you how wrong you were in what you said, I wanted to enjoy that you recognized that you were wrong but I think that will not happen, right?
"In what part?"
The two were close enough now, Peter was enjoying it. Peter rubbed his half-open mouth with his lips with yours kissing them in a matter of seconds when you turned your head to the side laughing with your eyes closed. You could swear Peter's fingers were already resting delicately on your waist to draw you closer to him.
"Now are you just trying to seduce me? Please try something better and not when I just had a drinking battle with you."
"Which I won and you can't admit."
"Because of your blood type."
"Yeah, whatever."
You could feel the heat burning inside you when Peter kissed you again. You didn't even know if it was because of the alcohol or because of the sensation that he made you feel. Sensation that you wasn't going to admit that it felt good for someone who was sexually active like you.
The kiss was more and more attempt when Peter's hands were in your hair pulling it towards him with a few force and your hands were on his cheeks squeezing them while their mouths combined into one and your tongues soon found the other and make the kiss wetter than it already was. The pleasure made the surrounding weather turn hotter, Peter pulled your hair back allowing the apple of your throat to be marked and he began to kiss it along with each part of your neck.
Both soon stumbled onto the bed where you desperately sought to get rid of each other's clothes, almost tearing them up to get under the sheets. The erections soon brushed making your lips part and you glanced down with a surprised sigh as both caught your breath with slightly swollen lips.
"I thought that being your room it would be a kind of room with games or something like that."
"How many adult movies have you seen?" You asked dumbfounded, Peter turned out to be the sassy guy.
"Well when we were in Germany and I met your father I ...---"
"Peter I really don't want to know, it was sarcasm." You interrupted before he continued. "And it's not my house so I don't have my things." Peter raised both eyebrows. "What?
"You don't plan on stopping do you?"
"Do you want me to continue?"
Peter got up a bit to place a soft kiss this time on the corner of your lips.
"Okay... uhhmm.... open up."
You said taking your fingers to the mouth of Peter who opened catching them. His gaze was on your hand. His tongue moved between them, internally you bit your lip so as not to moan at the sensation and image you were seeing.
"It's enough." You mumbled after a few seconds. Peter opened his mouth and you pulled your fingers from his red lips. "Do you want to continue?
"Will you take away the honor of being with a Stark?"
You giggled in denial, with your other hand you slid down his entire left leg until he raised them to your waist and had a position. Your free hand took his member massaging it giving him a little pleasure and excitement when Peter closed his eyes leaving his mouth open, if anyone knew how to make someone feel good, it was you.
While you distracted Peter, you continued to set him up. Your fingers sought the entrance where you slowly inserted a finger to which Peter responded with a groan, the first you had heard since he entered the room. You moved it slowly and when you thought it was right, you put the second finger.
"Uh..hh ... this is ... new ..."
You smiled when you heard him trying to speak properly and not moaning. You took your fingers out after being inside it for a while and took your member licking you lip. You got him into position and to push yourself in slowly and carefully, you came face to face with Peter.
"Wow ..."
"Peter shut up." You said in a whisper rubbing your nose with his. "Does it hurt? Tell me how it feels so I can ...
"It feels perfect (Y/n)." Peter opened his eyes to meet yours. For the first time, you felt good about him. "You can...uhhmm... move.
You nodded, hiding your face in his neck, biting it and leaving marks on the points that you knew the human body was weak, you proceeded to bite the lobe of his ear while Parker sank his fingers into your bare back with one hand and with the other he pulled strands of your hair. . It was not difficult to know that taking your hair was Peter's fetish.
At first your movements were slow, you didn't want to hurt him and go fast. Slow was the way the pleasure was distributed, demonstrating it in the kisses both had while you did it. Within minutes you decided to try and go faster trying not to make noise from your skin hitting Peter's.
When you were about to reach your point, the veins were marked in your calves. You got out of Peter and you reached out to your member and started to pull it.
"Wait ..." Peter sat on the bed stopping you after straightening his hair. You let go of your hands and Peter started doing what you were doing.
Your hands were now the ones moving Peter's hair. Peter's hand moved quickly, it didn't take him long to reach your climax and release everything on his abdomen to what Peter looked at for a few seconds when he stopped.
Your heavy breathing made your sweaty chest rise and fall. Peter ran a hand over his abdomen with a surprised smirk.
"Wow. Did I really provoke this to you?"
"Don't flatter yourself, it's natural body reactions." You corrected and Peter wiped his hand with his leg taking your waist turning you now staying on top of you.
"Come on (Y/n), it's not that hard to admit some things from time to time. I want to hear it."
You remained silent, but not because of that, but because you were experiencing the sensation of your being the one that was down for the first time.
"Then I guess I'll make you say it." Peter murmured into your lips, running his fingers between them and repeating the same thing you had done with him. "God this feels so good.
You put your legs behind him arching your toes as well as your back. As soon as you felt Peter inside you, he made slow movements in and out as he bent down to kiss and bite your nipples.
Your eyes went wide than normal as you stroked his hair gently. Peter paused with his mouth still on your left nipple. You stopped your caress feeling the heat in your lower waist, inside you.
"Peter? Did you ... uhmmm ... cum already?"
Peter let go of your nipple looking at you embarrassedly with his cheeks redder than a tomato as he realized that he hadn't lasted at all as soon as he entered you. Peter came out of you slowly draining a bit of what he had released into you.
"They are reactions of the body, aren't they?" Peter mumbled sadly lying next to you where they both covered their bodies.
Peter brought both hands to his face, you turned to see him even with the awkward silence between you.
"Hey it's fine, actually.... aggg I'm going to kill you if you say this to someone." You said shaking your head, Peter slid his hands from his face turning his body towards you. "You're the first time I've ever had someone ... you know ... on top of me doing that.
"Uuuhhh, I feel, flattered I guess." One hand was under your neck and the other rested on your abdomen. Which Peter looked at in detail. "You are my first person.
You were quiet for a few seconds.
"I shouldn't have made that stupid joke that you were a lonely virgin." You spoke with regret in your soft tone. "But I enjoyed it .... and you on top of me too.
"Do you want to go out tomorrow? Like we're starting over."
"That sounds good."
"So I'll see you tomorrow at 8:00 at dellmars. The best sandwiches in Queens." Peter said cheerfully as he searched the floor for his pants. "We should do this more frequently.
"Fight or have sex?" You raised an eyebrow.
"Both."
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warnings: swearing and mentions of blood (all fluff tho!)
summary: yours and peter鈥檚 date night doesn鈥檛 go as planned, thanks to his 鈥渓ittle鈥 accident and mj鈥檚 photography project
a/n: it鈥檚 been a minute but i鈥檓 back! for now lol i promise i鈥檒l be way more active when exam season is over <3 this was based off the lovely pic above taken by the even lovelier zendaya and i hope you enjoy these鈥 let鈥檚 call it random workings of my mind
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鈥渉ang on, can you come closer?鈥 mj instructs you, you promptly stepping towards her. 鈥渋s this good?鈥 鈥済reat,鈥 she affirms and squints behind the camera. 鈥渟mile really big on the count of three, okay? one, two, three!鈥 doing as she says, you give mj your cheesiest grin with your eyes squeezed shut and all. she snickers while snapping the moment on her polaroid.
mj asked you to be her subject for a photography project. you鈥檙e happy to do it, although it鈥檚 super last minute. like, barging-into-your-room-and-begging-you-for-help last minute. she was supposed to turn this in days ago. lucky for mj, her teacher was feeling generous and gave her an extension.
you have to work fast because of mj鈥檚 deadline and your plans with peter. he鈥檚 coming over for a movie marathon and cuddles right about now. well, he鈥檚 actually running a tad bit late. that鈥檚 typical peter for you.
鈥渏ust a couple more, and then you鈥檙e free,鈥 mj informs you while shaking out the polaroid. 鈥渢his is honestly pretty fun, you know.鈥 you glance at the photo she鈥檚 holding with an eyebrow quirked in surprise. she captures you well. 鈥渨hat made you choose me?鈥 鈥渘o one else was free on a saturday,鈥 she snorts and tosses the picture in a pile with the rest.
your mouth falls agape. 鈥渋鈥檓 not free! peter鈥檚 gonna be here in鈥︹ you check the time on your phone, much to your dismay. 鈥渉e鈥檚 a few minutes late, but still. i have things to do, too.鈥 a smirk sets on mj鈥檚 face as she gets ready for the next photograph. 鈥渞elax, y/n/n. i was kidding. i鈥檓 sure spider-dweeb will be here sooner than you know it.鈥 sighing lightheartedly, you take a seat on your bed.
鈥渄on鈥檛 call him that,鈥 you shake your head. mj throws her own head back to the ceiling. 鈥渦gh, but that was a good one,鈥 she insists, you only humming. 鈥渋t鈥檚 better than penis parker, at least.鈥 鈥渘ah, i like the alliteration,鈥 you laugh out and earn a giggle from mj. 鈥測ou鈥檙e lucky parker doesn鈥檛 have super hearing, or does he?鈥 winking, you hit a pose for mj. you鈥檙e looking at her over your shoulder with smolder eyes.
鈥渁sk him yourself, after you get this shot.鈥
the two of you continue messing around with her polaroid until the film is almost gone, and peter has yet to arrive. you鈥檙e starting to worry. you aren鈥檛 sure where he could be.
he doesn鈥檛 patrol on weekends unless it鈥檚 an emergency, and he would鈥檝e told you if there was one already. he鈥檚 never this late without sending a text, either. it鈥檚 almost an hour past when date night should鈥檝e started. on the other occasions peter has gone off the grid, they didn鈥檛 end well.
鈥渋鈥檓 freaking out, em. do you think he鈥檚 in some kind of trouble?鈥 you ask mj, pacing around your bedroom. she offers a sympathetic shrug. 鈥渕aybe he just ate some bad yogurt. remember last time?鈥 being the dummy he is, peter once scarfed down an entire tub of vanilla yogurt before he realized it was expired. no one heard from him for days. he didn鈥檛 show up to school or answer any calls.
may ended up inviting you over and explaining he鈥檇 gotten a stomach bug, which you then tended to him for the rest of. the story was so amusing, and so peter.
鈥渕ay doesn鈥檛 buy him dairy anymore. why do you think he always raids your freezer?鈥 you bring your fingers up to rub your temples. 鈥渢he kid can empty ice cream cartons in one bite,鈥 she agrees, silently cringing. her curiosity piques at the fact. 鈥渋s that also a power?鈥 鈥渨ho cares?鈥 you nearly shout, your fingers curling into fists. 鈥渨hat i wanna know is if peter is fucking okay.鈥
on cue, there鈥檚 a knock at your apartment door. you and mj exchange looks of urgency, both rushing out of your room to answer.
mj follows you through the hall and stands by your side while you fumble with the lock. when your door pulls open, ned has his hand raised to knock again. 鈥渘ed? what are you doing here?鈥 you don鈥檛 give him the chance to speak. 鈥渉ave you heard from peter? he was supposed to be here a while ago, but he never showed.鈥 rather than answering in words, ned takes a step aside.
the sight you鈥檙e met with makes you gasp. peter peeks out from behind him, cuts and bruises littering his flushed face. he gives you a lopsided smile.
鈥測ou have your answer,鈥 mj murmurs to you and eyes ned curiously. he lets out a nervous chuckle. 鈥渉ere he is.鈥 you push past ned and practically jump into peter鈥檚 arms, your hug bone-crushing. 鈥減eter, oh my god! are you okay?鈥 wincing, peter hugs you back by your waist. his chin rests carefully on your head.
鈥渉ey鈥 i鈥檓 alright, baby. still pretty sore, though,鈥 he sucks his lower lip between his teeth. you take the hint to loosen your grip on him. 鈥渋 was worried something bad might鈥檝e happened to you. i鈥 i guess i was right.鈥 your tone softens, you threading a hand in his curls. they鈥檙e completely disheveled from whatever went down with him.
ned heads inside to catch up with mj, the two of them letting you have a moment alone.
鈥渟omeone鈥檚 got a spidey sense of their own, huh?鈥 peter tries to lighten the mood by joking. it doesn鈥檛 work, a frown still evident on your face as you try to untangle his once soft locks. 鈥渂aby, everything鈥檚 fine. i just鈥 had a little accident is all. no big deal,鈥 he reassures you and moves in to peck your lips. you鈥檙e so shocked that you dodge the kiss.
鈥渓ittle? your whole face is black and blue, pete!鈥 you tug on the white collar of his button up, peter letting out a shaky breath. your other hand comes to rest on his cheek, touch gentle. 鈥渉ow鈥檇 you get like this?鈥 he licks across his lips shyly and sets his hands on your hips. 鈥渟ee, on the way over there were these bad guys who-鈥
鈥渘o there weren鈥檛,鈥 ned cuts in, scoffing at the beginning of his friend鈥檚 story. peter shoots him a warning look over your head. 鈥測es there were, ned. you weren鈥檛 even there!鈥 he catches mj glaring at him before he continues. 鈥渄on鈥檛 listen to him. anyway, i had to fight them because鈥︹ when he trails off, you stroke your thumb across his cheek, avoiding any wounds in the way. raising both eyebrows, mj speaks up.
鈥渂ecause why? go on, parker. i鈥檓 intrigued,鈥 she encourages him. everyone can tell peter is lying except you. the question really is, what鈥檚 he lying about? he gulps down his spit, pulling your body against his for comfort. 鈥渢ake your time, peter. we can wait,鈥 you say only for him to hear. his love filled eyes meet yours, and he nods. ned huffs at the dramatics unfolding before him.
鈥渄ude, you鈥檙e making this way worse than it actually is. just tell her!鈥 he demands, mj cocking her head to the side. peter鈥檚 gaze flits between the two of them. 鈥渢ell me what?鈥 you wonder softly and tilt his chin, willing him to look at you again. 鈥渋鈥 i鈥︹ peter鈥檚 shoulders slump, his voice lowering in defeat. 鈥渢here weren鈥檛 any bad guys.鈥
鈥渙f course there weren鈥檛,鈥 ned confirms. 鈥渘o shit,鈥 mj adds. exhaling, you wait for your boyfriend to further elaborate. 鈥渨hat really happened, then? be honest, pete.鈥 peter lets go of you so he can come into your apartment properly, you shutting the door behind him. he scratches the back of his neck as he fills you in. 鈥渙k. um, me and ned were hanging out.鈥
ned is attempting to stifle a laugh for some reason, which mj elbows him for. you take one of peter鈥檚 hands. 鈥測eah?鈥 鈥渨e were at my place, and鈥 you know those really slippery steps on the sixth floor?鈥 peter pauses for someone to answer, playing with your fingers. 鈥渢he ones flash almost wiped out on once?鈥 mj questions in amusement. he lets a quiet chuckle out. 鈥済ood times. yeah, those.鈥
his gaze averts to the ground, you listening on. 鈥渟o, i was walking ned out on my way over. we were talking about spidey stuff-鈥 鈥渁s per usual,鈥 mj mumbles to herself. ned raises his hands in defense. 鈥溾攁nd i told ned i could always stick my landings. he didn鈥檛 believe me.鈥 you playfully roll your eyes, seeing where this is going. 鈥渟o鈥 i, uh, decided to show him,鈥 peter finishes off.
鈥渋 did a, um, backflip. tripped and fell down the flight of stairs,鈥 he finally admits to you, putting his other hand on top of your intertwined ones. 鈥渃learly, i was wrong.鈥 his bloody face is now red from humiliation. 鈥測ou didn鈥檛 trip, dude. you freaking summersaulted!鈥 ned corrects him and bursts into laughter he鈥檚 been holding back. 鈥渋diots, both of you,鈥 mj simply remarks.
鈥渢hat鈥檚 it? why didn鈥檛 you just say that?鈥 you almost laugh yourself. groaning, peter rests his forehead against yours. 鈥渂ecause it鈥檚 embarrassing! i wanted you to think i鈥檓 a tough guy or whatever.鈥 placing both hands on his cheeks this time, you nuzzle your nose against his. 鈥測ou don鈥檛 have to be a tough guy to impress me, babes. you鈥檙e kind, smart, funny. makes up for you being such a klutz.鈥
peter cracks a grin, easily capturing your lips in the kiss he didn鈥檛 get to before. it doesn鈥檛 last long because mj gags and ned whistles at you. you鈥檙e both giggling when you pull apart, peter kissing the tip of your nose for good measure.
鈥測ou really mean that?鈥 he checks, tucking back a strand of hair from your face. 鈥渙f course. i have a thing for himbos,鈥 you tease and poke at his bare chest. his eyes widen. 鈥渉ow about i get you some ice and you find our first movie?鈥 you鈥檙e already off to the kitchen, beaming at peter. 鈥渄ate night鈥檚 still on?鈥 he happily plops down on your couch, mj showing ned her pictures from earlier.
鈥渁s soon as those two get out of here,鈥 you call loudly enough so ned and mj hear you. 鈥測eah, yeah. we鈥檙e leaving,鈥 mj deadpans, shoving the photos back into her portfolio. peter glances over at it curiously. 鈥渨hat鈥檚 that for?鈥 鈥減hotography project,鈥 she says and gets an idea. 鈥渋 have some film left. y/n took up most of it鈥 you losers want the rest?鈥
while mj coerces her way to a higher grade, you put some popcorn in the microwave for your movie marathon.
鈥渨ell, i could use a new lockscreen. i鈥檓 in!鈥 ned quickly concedes. him and mj both give peter hopeful looks. 鈥渋鈥檓 not!鈥 he protests, squishing one of your pillows against his chest. 鈥渨ith my face looking like鈥 this? forget about it.鈥 mj walks over to him and places her portfolio on the coffee table. 鈥渨hat? those gashes are gnarly鈥 in a good way, i mean,鈥 she promises.
鈥減ainful, too,鈥 peter murmurs. 鈥測/n, hurry up with that ice!鈥 mj demands, grabbing the polaroid camera from its string around her neck. you wave her off. 鈥渨hat i鈥檓 saying is, they鈥檒l look sick in my portfolio.鈥 mj forces a smile, ned looking at her weirdly. 鈥渦h, what鈥檚 the theme of your project again?鈥 鈥渇reestyle, baby,鈥 mj casually replies.
peter comes up with a condition that could persuade him. 鈥渋f you say please, i might consider it,鈥 he concludes, mj perking up. 鈥減lease be in my project. pretty please?鈥 she instantly requests, ned pursing his lips from behind her. peter rubs his chin. 鈥測/n, what do you think? should i?鈥 you pipe in from the kitchen. 鈥測eah, so she鈥檒l leave my house.鈥
鈥測ou heard the lady. i鈥檒l do it,鈥 peter gives in. all but squealing, mj gestures for ned to sit. 鈥渢his鈥檒l only take a few minutes. you guys are really saving my ass.鈥 ned gets comfortable next to peter on the couch, who wants to see how far mj will really go. 鈥渁w, we are? i believe that calls for a鈥︹ ned catches on. 鈥渋t comes after please鈥︹ mj picks up her camera with gritted teeth. 鈥渢hank you, morons. say cheese!鈥
that鈥檚 the only warning peter and ned get before they鈥檙e blinded with the flash. ned does a toothy grin as he leans into peter鈥檚 side. peter musters up the best smile he can, hair a mess and cuts burning pink on his face. satisfied, mj snatches the photograph as it pops out.
鈥減leasure doing business with you two,鈥 she states, you joining the three of them in the living room. you set the popcorn on the table and give peter his ice pack. he presses it to his cheek, kissing the back of your hand. 鈥渟end me that!鈥 ned reminds mj, helping himself to your bowl of popcorn. she salutes him.
鈥渢here鈥檚 my star. what do you say, y/n? wanna take one more really quick?鈥 mj suggests, already holding up her polaroid. you take the other cushion next to peter, your head on his shoulder. 鈥渃an peter be in it with me? since he鈥檚 in the modeling mood tonight.鈥 he wraps an arm tightly around you. 鈥渓et鈥檚 do it, sweetness.鈥
eagerly jumping in front of you two, mj crouches down to get a better angle. 鈥渙n the count of three. one, two, three!鈥 the camera clicks, and you surprise peter by laying a smooch on one of his cheeks. he鈥檚 holding the ice against his other, genuinely smiling for this picture. ned coos at you, mj showing off her work when it dries.
鈥渉ow adorable,鈥 she says sarcastically but means it. peter nods at her in appreciation, his lips brushing the side of your head. 鈥渨hat can i say, you鈥檙e a pro,鈥 you compliment mj. 鈥渃ome on, em!鈥 ned cheers through a mouthful of popcorn.
tonight was an unexpected and exciting mess, even if your date night did get crashed.
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wrongcrowdposts19 hours ago
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鉁 not gonna lie, im in the mood for writting peter parker x male!reader smut and post it in a few hours. 鉁
Peter gives me the bottom vibes i cant help.
All i can say is; its stark!male!reader.
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tomholland200820 hours ago
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Imagine Harrison eating your food just to get a rise out of ya
It has been a long day and y/n just wanted to get home and eat her food. Harrison y/n boyfriend just got home from filming part of the irregulars and was waiting for his luv to come home. Recently Harrison has enjoyed getting a little rise out of y/n for giggles and y/n enjoys getting one out him too. Last time y/n ate all of his left over fish and chips so Harrison decided it was sometime for some pay pack....
Y/n (internally ): oh I can鈥檛 wait to get home and eat ( favorite food) I have in the fridge
As y/n walked in she saw the container in which has her food in and saw Harrison standing over it with a fork.
Harrison: hello luv how was your day at work
Y/n just looked at the boy she loved Snd their food in front of him
Y/n: well right now I鈥檓 deciding whether or not I should be bloody pissed at u for eating my food or if I wanna kiss you cause I鈥檝e missed you so much
Harrison smirked: I think u want to kiss me doll
Y/n smirked back: nah I think I鈥檒l go take a shake
Harrison smirks feel off his face: hey hey no no you come here and give me a kiss I missed you
Y/n knew that they have one and gotten now a rise out of him for nor giving him a kiss
Y/n: well I gotta catch me your highness
Harrison took off after y/n and when he caught her he pinned them down and gave her a big kiss on the lips and down her neck leaving marks to show at she was his.
Y/n: this still doesn鈥檛 make me forgive u for eating my food
Harrison laughed and looked down at her: what If I get you some more would that make you happy?
She nodded and kissed him on the lips: very much so
Y/n: I love Harrison
Harrison: I love you too y/n
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blissfulparker20 hours ago
Concept: toms brushing y/n鈥檚 hair and the next strand he has to brush is in front of y/n鈥檚 shoulder and when he pushes the next strand of hair behind her shoulder he kisses y/n鈥檚 shoulder before continuing to brush eek
(Pretending I have brushable hair for a moment) please he would kiss at the shoulder and that spot in between the shoulder and the neck 馃ズ馃槶
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parkers-gal20 hours ago
https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMeHva3Te/
This could be so good with Tom. Imagine you鈥檙e shopping with the boys as well 馃
stop 馃槶 馃槶 he鈥檇 get so flustered bye
( for those of u who don鈥檛 wanna watch the tiktok, it鈥檚 captioned 鈥渨hen your boyfriend wears sweats to target so you try to get him hard at every chance u get鈥 )
(that being said, this is a warning for major boners & boner related talks, lol)
wc: 1.3k
A quick trip to the supermarket meant neither you nor Tom (or any of the other boys, for that matter) bothered with changing into appropriate clothes. You basically went in your pajamas 鈥 for you, that meant Tom鈥檚 hoodie and flannel pants. For Tom, however, that meant his favorite jumper, a beanie, and a sexy pair of grey sweatpants.
Tom sits beside you in the driver鈥檚 seat, once again debating with Harry if the house needs another set of ridiculous pots for the backyard garden. It鈥檚 been an ongoing debate of 鈥渨e need fairy-themed ones!鈥 to 鈥渢he ones we have are perfectly fine!鈥 You鈥檙e not sure if you should get involved at all.
A buzz in your pocket alerts you that someone must have texted you, so you pull your phone out. In a text, your friend had sent you a TikTok and added her own message.
aisha: this is so something u would do
Intrigued, you tap on the link. It successfully takes you to the app, and after impatiently waiting, you watch as the girl in the video teases her boyfriend in various places in the supermarket. You smirk to yourself, glancing up to make sure nobody else has managed to see what you鈥檙e viewing on your phone. Quickly, you save the video and text your friend back.
you: im so doing this. we鈥檙e heading to the store now. i鈥檒l update with the vid soon.
Not a second later, she responds.
aisha: you鈥檙e evil.
aisha: and i envy you
The next ten minutes go by in a blur. You figure out how to format the video and, after brief bickering between Sam and Harrison about who gets to sit in the cart, the six of you pile into the store.
You head to the produce section first. (You鈥檙e not sure why. Every single time, you tell them the delicate vegetables should be piled on top of everything else, meaning you attend to this section of the store last. It seems like nobody else cares about squished tomatoes, though.)
The boys split up; Harry and Tuwaine team up on the broccoli section, managing to get the gross Brussel sprouts Tom loves more than you. Harrison goes off towards the fruits and Sam stays put in the cart.
Tom manages to take control of where the cart is going and he parks in front of the barrel of onions. Sam holds open the bag while Tom picks and chooses the ones he wants. Pondering how to go about this, you finally decide to just go for it.
鈥淒on鈥檛 get that one,鈥 you interject, stepping forward. 鈥淕et this one, and the one over there.鈥
Tom nods, not thinking much about the situation. You decide to keep moving forward, but instead of going around the cart, you squeeze yourself in between the shelves and Tom, successfully rubbing up against his crotch. Faintly, you hear his breath hitch, and after walking away, you quickly turn around to see Tom. You鈥檝e ducked from his view, but he鈥檚 staring at where you just were, exhaling deeply and trying to maintain his composure.
You know this 鈥渓ook鈥 better than anything. Quickly, you whip out your phone and begin recording the first part of your TikTok. You snicker to yourself, watching as Tom sets the bag of onions in the cart and quickly puts his hands in front of his crotch. You鈥檙e knee-deep in your own laughter when Harry and Tuwaine curiously come up to you.
Hastily, you shut your phone off and shove it in your pocket, standing up straight and acting as normal as possible.
鈥淲hat was-鈥
鈥淣othing. Did you guys get the lettuce?鈥
鈥淵eah鈥︹ Harry trails off suspiciously. They decide to let it slide, and the three of you make your way back over to the cart.
鈥淲e done here?鈥 Tuwaine asks. Murmured yes鈥檚 float around and the six of you leave the produce section and head off to the pharmacy section of the store.
鈥淒o we need more toothpaste?鈥
鈥淣o, but we need more floss.鈥
鈥淯gh. Mouth stuff,鈥 Harry groans.
You step closer to Tom, phone in hand, and you lean close to his ear. 鈥淢aybe we could do some mouth stuff later.鈥 You whisper.
Tom鈥檚 eyes go wide and he looks at you in shock. You wear a proud smirk and grip your phone tighter, leaning close to him again and getting ready to record his reaction. 鈥淵鈥檏now? Maybe I could suck your-鈥
鈥淪top it, Y/N,鈥 he says firmly, eyeing you. You shrug in response, still wearing a proud smirk.
鈥淲hat?鈥 You say innocently.
Tom gets desperate and, after a few seconds, puts his hands on his knees for support 鈥 and paints it as if he鈥檚 leaning down to look for something on the shelf.
鈥淭om, mate, you good?鈥 Harrison asks.
Tom looks up, exhales harshly, and nods. 鈥淵ep,鈥 he stands, waddling off to another part of the aisle where you record, away from everyone else.
鈥淲hat are you doing?鈥 he whisper-shouts at you, still somewhat leaning on his knees.
鈥淣othing, daddy,鈥 you say innocently. His eyes widen and he groans again, this time looking up at the ceiling in despair.
鈥淲hatever game you two are playing, I really don鈥檛 want to be a part of it.鈥 Harrison strides over.
鈥淵eah, you two have been acting weird all day. What鈥檚 up with that?鈥 Sam asks.
You turn to Tom, teasingly clicking your tongue as a motivator for him to respond. 鈥淵eah, Tommy. What鈥檚 the matter?鈥
鈥淣othing,鈥 he says through clenched teeth and a forced smile.
Harry rolls his eyes and moves the cart to the next aisle, the rest of the boys trailing behind him. You and Tom linger a little longer.
鈥淲hat鈥檚 on your mind, Tommy?鈥
鈥淣othing,鈥 he seethes, leaning over again to conceal any bulge that may be visible.
鈥淥h yeah,鈥 you stroke his cheek with a giggle before running a hand through his curls. 鈥淲hat鈥檚 going through that big brain of yours?鈥 He only eyes you, and you bite your lip. 鈥淪omething dirty?鈥 You whisper.
鈥淵/N,鈥 he drags on, whining.
鈥淲hat?鈥
鈥淲hy are you doing this to me?鈥 He squeezes his eyes shut.
鈥淲hat?鈥 You whisper back. 鈥淚t鈥檚 not my fault you鈥檙e thinking of fucking me.鈥
鈥淛esus Christ love,鈥 he goes back into his leaning position. You giggle again, being another recording for your tiktok.
鈥淪houldn鈥檛 have worn sweats,鈥 you say quietly. 鈥淲hy did you wear sweats?鈥
鈥淏ecause I鈥檓 stupid,鈥 he groans an 鈥渦gh,鈥 and wipes the sweat off his forehead. 鈥淚鈥檓 a div, that鈥檚 why.鈥
You chuckle again, 鈥淵eah, you are.鈥
鈥淵ou鈥檙e evil,鈥 he looks up. 鈥淎nd you鈥檙e recording this! I can鈥檛 believe you.鈥
鈥淲hat?鈥 You tease. 鈥淣ot my fault you鈥檙e hard.鈥
鈥淵es it is!鈥 he gasps, locking eyes with you. 鈥淚s that why you鈥檙e teasing me? Is this another one of those tickey clock things?鈥
鈥淲hat?鈥 You laugh in bewilderment, looking at your boyfriend as if he鈥檚 crazy.
鈥淵ou know what I mean! Those- those prank your boyfriend videos!鈥
鈥...Yes鈥︹
鈥淵/N!鈥
鈥淪orry!鈥 You exclaim with a smile. 鈥淚t鈥檚 just fun to see you all flustered for me,鈥 you run a hand through his hair, and he eventually stands straight, successfully calming himself down. 鈥淵ou good?鈥
鈥淢hm,鈥 he nods at you, reaching for one of your hands.
鈥淕ood,鈥 you smile with a glint he almost recognizes.
鈥淲hat鈥檙e you-鈥
鈥淟et鈥檚 go to the lube section.鈥
鈥淵/NNN!鈥
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everestholland20 hours ago
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someone PLEASE recommend tom fic鈥檚 i am done w finals so i have nothing to do
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waitimcomingtoo22 hours ago
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Sweet Dreams
synopsis: Tom gets upset when you have a dirty dream about his character Arvin Russel
Warnings: smut 馃憖 also I鈥檓 not sure what this troupe is called but this was requested and it is not my original idea
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鈥淒arling, I鈥檓 home.鈥 Tom called out softly as he walked into your shared bedroom. You were already fast asleep in the bed, mumbling something in your sleep. Tom smiled at the sight of you and knelt down on the bed.
鈥淚鈥檒l be there in a minute.鈥 He whispered before kissing you shoulder. 鈥淚鈥檓 just gonna wash up.鈥
When Tom came back to the bedroom in his pajamas and brushed teeth, he noticed a pained look on your face. He knelt down on the bed beside you and rubbed his thumb over your furrowed brow, wondering what you were dreaming about. Your mouth opened suddenly and a soft moan slipped past your lips.
鈥淢mm baby.鈥 You whined as you squirmed in your sleep. Your fingers clutched around the bedsheets and suddenly, Tom knew exactly what kind of dream you were having.
鈥淎w.鈥 He clicked his tongue. 鈥淕etting off to the thought of me even when I鈥檓 not here. Even when you鈥檙e asleep, naughty girl.鈥
You whined again and rolled over, just as Tom was swimming in confidence over the thought of you having a sex dream about him.
鈥淢mm Arvin.鈥 You moaned, wiping the smirk right off of Toms face. The confidence was knocked right out of him as he realized it wasn鈥檛 even him that you were dreaming of.
鈥淲hat the shit?鈥 He whispered as you let out another soft whimper.
鈥淒arling?鈥 He shook you. 鈥淒arling, wake up.鈥
鈥淗mm. Sleeping.鈥 You mumbled as you rolled away from him. He heard Arvin鈥檚 name slip from your lips again, confirming that thats what he heard the first time.
鈥淔ine. Traitor.鈥 He whispered as he flopped down the bed. He pulled the covers to his chin and pouted, a million thoughts going through his head at once. In his mind, you were dreaming of someone else. Dreaming of Arvin meant you were dreaming of someone else鈥檚 clothes, someone else鈥檚 personality, someone else鈥檚 voice, practically an entirely different person. It bothered Tom more than he thought it would, and it left him tossing and turning all night.
Tom got up before you the next morning and went into the kitchen for some space. He silently made his morning cup of tea as the sound of you moaning Arvin鈥檚 name replayed in his mind over and over again.
鈥淕ood morning, baby.鈥 You greeted Tom as you walked into the kitchen. 鈥淪orry I didn鈥檛 wait up for you last night. I tried but I must鈥檝e fallen asleep.鈥
鈥淚t鈥檚 fine.鈥 Tom muttered as he continued to make his cup of tea. You already noticed that he had gotten out of bed before you, and now he was making breakfast without you.
鈥淒id you guys have fun?鈥 You asked as you went in to kiss him. Tom turned his head slightly so your kiss landed on his cheek. You immediately pulled away and looked off into the distance with a displeased look.
鈥淲hat?鈥 He pretended not to know what you were upset out.
鈥淪o you hate me.鈥 You said matter of factly.
鈥淚 don鈥檛 hate you.鈥 He chuckled before sipping his tea.
鈥淵ou dodged my kiss.鈥 You said as you put your hands on your hips.
鈥淒idn鈥檛 meant to.鈥 He shrugged. 鈥淵ou just have morning breath, is all.鈥
鈥淚nteresting.鈥 You deadpanned.
鈥淐ome on, love.鈥 He sighed. 鈥淒on鈥檛 be like that.鈥
You shrugged and walked past him before bending down to give Tessa a kiss. He felt guilty for dodging your kiss, but he was still upset over what he heard last night.
鈥淗m.鈥 You said as you stood up. 鈥淭ess didn鈥檛 seem to mind my hideously atrocious morning breath.鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 sorry.鈥 Tom tried to pull you over to him but you pulled away.
鈥淣o, it鈥檚 fine.鈥 You said simply, and he could tell it really wasn鈥檛 fine.
鈥淒arling.鈥 He whined.
鈥淚t鈥檚 fine. Me and my halitosis will go somewhere else.鈥 You narrowed your eyes at him before leaving the room.
Tom could tell you were half kidding, half hurt with the way you were speaking to him. He decided he鈥檇 make it up to you once he was done feeling sorry for himself, but he wasn鈥檛 ready yet.
You found Tom in the office a little while later and knocked softly at the door. He didn鈥檛 look up from his computer as you entered, which you were quick to notice.
鈥淗i baby. Do you want to come to the store with me?鈥 You asked. 鈥淚鈥檓 gonna make pesto for tonight.鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 a little busy right now, love.鈥 Tom said without looking up. His tone wasn鈥檛 mean, but it made you wonder if something was wrong.
鈥淥h, okay.鈥 You nodded. 鈥淚s everything okay?鈥
鈥淓verything鈥檚 fine.鈥 He answered, still never looking at you.
鈥淎ll right.鈥 You smiled sadly. 鈥淚鈥檒l be back soon.鈥
Tom let out a sigh once you left, once again feeling guilty for how he was acting. As much as he wanted to run after you and apologize, he couldn鈥檛 shake his jealousy.
Within an hour, you were walking through the front door with grocery bags in hand. Tom was in the kitchen again, making his fifth cup of tea. His guilt was making him drink an excessive amount of tea. It was his sad attempt at getting the sound of you moaning Arvin鈥檚 name out of his mind.
鈥淗ey.鈥 You smiled at Tom as you put the bags on the counter.
鈥淗ey.鈥 He said back, reluctantly sipping his mug.
鈥淒o you want to help me make the pesto?鈥 You asked as you took out the ingredients. 鈥淚 can send you the directions. It looks pretty easy actually.鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 not much of a cook.鈥 Tom shrugged, giving you a weak smile.
鈥淭hat鈥檚 okay.鈥 You laughed. 鈥淚t鈥檚 not really cooking. Just mixing and measuring.鈥
鈥淢aybe some other time.鈥 He knocked on the counter before turning to leave.
鈥淭om?鈥 You called out before he was out of the room.
鈥淵es?鈥 He asked.
鈥淎re we okay?鈥 You asked, eyes full of sadness. You looked so small and defeated from the other side of the counter, and it pained him to look at you.
鈥淵eah.鈥 He lied, giving you a fake smile.
鈥淎re you sure? You seem upset with me.鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 fine.鈥 He insisted.
鈥淥kay. I鈥檓 glad you鈥檙e fine.鈥 You smiled tightly. 鈥淏ut are you fine and upset?鈥
鈥淣o.鈥 He said quietly.
鈥淵ou haven鈥檛 wanted to spend time with me all day.鈥 You pointed out. 鈥淭hat鈥檚 not like you.鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 just busy, love.鈥 He shrugged. 鈥淭hat鈥檚 all.鈥
鈥淵ou didn鈥檛 kiss me this morning.鈥 You reminded him. Tom rolled his eyes and walked over to you, giving you a short kiss on the lips.
鈥淭here. See?鈥 He smiled. 鈥淚鈥檓 fine. We鈥檙e fine.鈥
鈥淵ou鈥檙e not very convincing.鈥 You pouted.
鈥淚t鈥檚 fine.鈥 He squeezed your shoulder and tries to leave again.
鈥淲here are you going?鈥 You asked. 鈥淚f you don鈥檛 want to help, you could at least sit and talk to me.鈥
鈥淚 told you, I鈥檓 so busy.鈥 He said apologetically. 鈥淚鈥檒l talk to you later, okay?鈥
鈥淥kay.鈥 You nodded, dropping your eyes to the floor. Tom left the kitchen and went back to his office. He rubbed his face with his hands and slumped in his chair, wishing he could get over himself already. You were visibly upset now and it was all his fault. Just as he decided to talk to you, you came into his office.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e mad.鈥 You stated.
鈥淚鈥檓 not mad.鈥 He blinked. 鈥淚 already told you-鈥
鈥淵ou鈥檙e fine, I know.鈥 You rolled your eyes. 鈥淚f you鈥檙e so fine, then why won鈥檛 you talk to me?鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 talking to you right now, aren鈥檛 I?鈥 He said weakly.
鈥淏arely.鈥 You huffed. 鈥淎nd you won鈥檛 even look at me. What鈥檚 wrong?鈥
鈥淚t鈥檚 nothing.鈥 He lied as he chewed him bottom lip.
鈥淭ommy, I can鈥檛 fix the problem if I don鈥檛 know what it is.鈥 You whined. 鈥淚 can help you if you tell me what鈥檚 wrong.鈥
鈥淣othings wrong.鈥 He repeated, his lies getting less and less convincing.
鈥淏ullshit.鈥 You said. 鈥淵ou鈥檝e been standoffish all day. And is that tea? Are you guilt binging tea again?鈥
鈥淣o. I鈥檝e had like, one cup. Maybe two. It doesn鈥檛 matter.鈥 He said quickly. 鈥淚 haven鈥檛 been avoiding you. I鈥檝e just been-鈥
鈥淏usy. I know.鈥 You groaned. 鈥淚 won鈥檛 push it if you don鈥檛 want to tell me. Come find me when you鈥檙e ready to talk.鈥
You were about to leave the room when Tom spoke up, finally letting you know what had been bothering him.
鈥淵ou had a dream the other night.鈥 He said quietly as he kept his eyes down.
鈥淲hat?鈥 You asked in confusion.
鈥淵ou were already asleep by the time I got home.鈥 He recalled. 鈥淚 could tell you were dreaming when I walked in. And you kept mumbling in your sleep.鈥
鈥淪o?鈥 You raised an eyebrow.
鈥淵ou were mumbled 鈥淎rvin鈥.鈥 He finally looked at you. 鈥淎pparently the dream you were having was really good. And not about me.鈥
鈥淲ait, you鈥檝e been mad all day because I had a sex dream about Arvin?鈥 You laughed. 鈥淎s if that鈥檚 even my fault.鈥
鈥淭his is why I didn鈥檛 want to tell you.鈥 Tom whined. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e laughing at me.鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 not laughing at you.鈥 You laughed again, but tried to suppress it. 鈥淚鈥檓 just surprised that that鈥檚 the reason you鈥檙e mad. It鈥檚 a dumb reason, if we鈥檙e honest. And you鈥檝e probably been peeing all day from all that tea. Was it worth it, piss boy?鈥
鈥淲hy is it so surprising that I鈥檓 upset over you dreaming about someone who isn鈥檛 me?鈥 Tom asked. 鈥淎nd how many times do I have to tell you not to call me 鈥減iss boy鈥? Everyone pees when they drink tea. It鈥檚 normal.鈥
鈥淏aby, Arvin鈥檚 your character.鈥 You reminded him. 鈥淗e is you. Who cares if I dreamt about him?鈥
鈥淚 don鈥檛 care if you dream about him.鈥 Tom said. 鈥淚 care if you have a dream like that about him.鈥
鈥淲hy?鈥 You wondered, still finding the situation hilarious.
鈥淏ecause I thought you were dreaming about me and then I hear you moan some other guys name.鈥 Tom confessed with a huff. 鈥淭hat鈥檚 why I was upset, okay? Because I had to hear you moan some other guys name.鈥
鈥淪ome other guy?鈥 You burst out laughing. 鈥淚 was dreaming about Arvin. You are Arvin.鈥
鈥淣o I鈥檓 not. I鈥檓 me.鈥 He pointed to himself. 鈥淎nd you weren鈥檛 thinking about me. You were thinking about Arvin.鈥
鈥淪o that鈥檚 why you鈥檝e been avoiding me all day?鈥 You smiled in disbelief. 鈥淭his is why you made me make pesto alone? I had to break out the freaking mortar and pestle and grind down all those pine nuts. All while you were 鈥渂usy鈥 peeing your pants because you tried to down your sorrows in Earl Grey. You pathetic little pee pee boy.鈥
鈥淥h I鈥檓 pathetic?鈥 He scoffed, both of you yelling in good humor. 鈥淚鈥檓 not the one having sex dreams about fictional murders.鈥
鈥淪orry. Sorry I want to fuck Arvin.鈥 You rolled your eyes sarcastically. 鈥淪orry I鈥檓 human being and have eyes.鈥
鈥淵ou want to what?鈥 Tom squeaked. 鈥淚 thought that was just a random dream鈥.
鈥淲hat? You鈥檝e never wanted to fuck one of my characters?鈥 You asked as you put your hands on your hips. 鈥淏ecause I literally fingered myself to the scene after Peter gets hit by a train.鈥
鈥淵ou....huh?!鈥 Tom sputtered.
鈥淲hen he was arching his back and writhing in pain鈥. You continued. 鈥淚t gets me going. What can I say? You look sexy after getting hit by a train.鈥
鈥淥kay, we鈥檙e gonna talk about that later. Because that鈥檚 a problem in itself. 鈥淭om held up his hand. 鈥淏ut Arvin is based on a real person. You telling me you want to fuck him is basically you telling me you want to fuck some other guy.鈥
鈥淏aby, I don鈥檛 give a shit about whoever Arvin was based on.鈥 You whined. 鈥淲hat I do care about it how sexy you look in a baseball cap with a cigarette hanging from your lips. That鈥檚 what turns me on. Not some random dude.鈥
鈥淩eally?鈥 Toms anger melted into curiosity as he felt his pants tighten.
鈥淵es.鈥 You let go of your anger and waltzed over to Tom. 鈥淚 was dreaming about you talking in southern accent and beating people up. Not some old guy the author based the character one. I don鈥檛 care about him. You in ripped up jeans and a denim jacket, though? That鈥檚 hot.鈥
鈥淵ou thought that was hot?鈥 Tom raised an eyebrow as you wrapped your arms around his neck. 鈥淏ut...but that鈥檚 nothing like me.鈥
鈥淏ut you鈥檙e so talented at what you do that you made me believe that smoking and fighting are things you do on a daily basis. And that鈥檚 the hottest thing of all. Your talent.鈥 You whispered as you leaned down to kiss his neck. Tom thought about what you were saying as you sent shivers down his spine.
鈥淎rvin seriously turns you on?鈥 He asked as he took your face in his hands.
鈥淪o bad.鈥 You whimpered as you bit down on your bottom lip. 鈥淒o you know how many times I watched the Twinkie scene wishing that was me?鈥
鈥淎re you teasing me?鈥
鈥淣o. Watching that movie, as disturbing as it was, woke something up inside me. A part of me I didn鈥檛 even know I had. A part of me that wants to kiss your bloody knuckles after I watch you beat the shit out of some guy for talking bad about me.鈥 You smirked as you brought his knuckles to your lips and kissed them.
鈥淚 would never beat someone up. I鈥檓 a lover, not a fighter.鈥 He said lowly as he held your gaze.
鈥淚 know. But Arvin would.鈥 You sighed dreamily. 鈥淎rvin would take me up to the lake and pull me into the backseat of his car and-鈥
鈥淥kay. I get the picture.鈥 He chuckled softly.
鈥淪eriously, he鈥檚 your hottest character.鈥 You insisted. 鈥淚f I could exist in any movie for a day, I鈥檇 be in that one just so I could give Arvin a bj behind the church.鈥
鈥淥h my God.鈥 Tom groaned as you laughed at your own joke. 鈥淲atch it. That鈥檚 still another guy you鈥檙e talking about.鈥
鈥淣o it鈥檚 not.鈥 You playfully rolled your eyes. 鈥淚t鈥檚 just another version of you. A version I would literally let do anything he wanted to me.鈥
鈥淎nything?鈥 Tom asked skeptically.
鈥淎nything.鈥 You gushed. 鈥淕od, I want him so bad. The long hair slicked back hair and white t shirt? I鈥檓 wet just thinking about it. Also, I think I just quoted Taylor Swift.鈥
鈥淪top.鈥 Tom chuckled as he looked up at the ceiling.
鈥淲hat? You鈥檝e been ignoring me all day.鈥 You reminded him. 鈥淟et a girl dream.鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 sorry I got mad at you.鈥 Tom said suddenly as he pulled you into a hug. 鈥淭hat wasn鈥檛 fair.鈥
鈥淣o, it wasn鈥檛.鈥 You agreed. 鈥淏ut I鈥檓 sure you鈥檒l make it up to me.鈥
鈥淵eah.鈥 Tom rubbed your back as he thought of something. 鈥淚 will.鈥
The next day, you were in the office when you heard a knock at the door.
鈥淐ome in.鈥 You called without looking up. You heard the thud of Toms boots before you actually saw him, making your head turn out of curiosity. Your jaw dropped when you saw Tom in the doorway, clad in a white t shirt tucked into some ripped up jeans. He had the denim jacket slung over his shoulder and of course, the baseball cap on his head.
鈥淗owdy.鈥 He smirked in the low southern accent Arvin spoke in.
鈥淲hat are you wearing?鈥 You shrieked in excitement. 鈥淲hat is that-鈥
鈥淪hut your whore mouth.鈥 He snapped as he stomped over to you. Your fingers clenched around the arms of your chair as you stared up at him in awe.
鈥淢y what?鈥 You gasped. 鈥淥h God. Oh my God. Is this really happening?鈥
鈥淪orry. Was that too much?鈥 Tom asked in his normal voice as he took a sheepish step back.
鈥淣o.鈥 You shook your head rapidly. 鈥淜eep going.鈥
鈥淥kay.鈥 He adjusted his belt and got back into character. 鈥淣ow, stand up and get to the bedroom.鈥
鈥淵es sir.鈥 You grinned in excitement before standing up. Tom picked you up and carried you to your bedroom, kissing you as he walked. He dropped the jacket somewhere in the hallway as you knocked the baseball cap off his head. You noticed that he completed the look by slicking back his hair, which only made your excitement grow.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e gonna shut up and do as I say.鈥 Tom, as Arvin, growled as he set you down on the bed. 鈥淗eard that, darlin?鈥
鈥淗eard.鈥 You nodded repeatedly. 鈥淎nything you want.鈥
鈥淥n your knees.鈥 He nodded towards the floor. 鈥淣ow.鈥
You switched places with him and got down on your knees in front of him. You placed your hands on his belt buckle and looked up at him for permission.
鈥淪uck it.鈥 He commanded.
You nodded your head and began to unbuckle his belt, hands trembling from excitement. You鈥檇 been fantasizing about Arvin ever since the movie came out, so you were currently fulfilling one of your wildest dreams. You managed to get his buckle undone and looked up at him as you tugged his jeans down.
鈥淕ood girl.鈥 He encouraged you, making you smile. He cupped your chin with his hand and rubbed his rough thumb over your thumb. You opened your mouth and took his thumb into your mouth, sucking on it as you held his gaze.
鈥淵up.鈥 He smirked. 鈥淛ust like that, darlin.鈥
鈥淧lease, Arvin.鈥 You whimpered. 鈥淟et me suck you off.鈥
Tom let out a sigh as if he had to think about it before shrugging.
鈥淎ll right.鈥 He drawled. 鈥淕o on.鈥
You smiled in excitement as he sat down on the bed. You slowly tugged his boxers down, letting his dick spring out. You looked at him through your eyelashes as you wrapped your hand around his dick, smirking a little when he shivered. You began to move your hand up and down, making Tom gulp.
鈥淵ou like that, Arvin?鈥 You asked as you pumped your hand up and down. 鈥淒oes that feel good, baby?鈥
鈥淵es.鈥 He breathed out, never losing the southern accent. You kept your hand wrapped around his dick as you pressed kisses to his inner thighs. Tom let out a hiss before gulping loudly.
鈥淵ou must鈥檝e had a hard day, baby.鈥 You pouted before spitting on your hand. 鈥淟et me make you feel better.鈥
Tom could only nod as you leaned down and licked his tip. You peered up at him, cupping his chin and tilting it down so he could watch you as you began to suck him off.
鈥淢hm.鈥 He whimpered. 鈥淕ood girl. Take it all, now.鈥
You did as he said and took more of him into your mouth, gaining confidence when you heard the sounds that emitted from his lips. What you couldn鈥檛 fit into your mouth, you wrapped your hand around and continued to pump.
Tom gripped the edge of the bed so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He threw his head back as you hollowed out your cheeks to take him in further.
鈥淭hats good, darlin.鈥 He groaned. 鈥淛ust like that.鈥
You licked a long stripe from his base to his tip before taking him back into your mouth. Toms hand found its way to your hair, giving it a not so gentle tug. You didn鈥檛 mind the roughness. You loved it, in fact, and hoped it would continue.
As if he read your mind, Tom began to pull your hair to help you bob up and down, guiding your movements with his hand.
鈥淚鈥檓 getting close, darlin.鈥 He whimpered as his grip on your hair tightened. You hummed in response, feeling tears roll down your cheeks as he continued to hit the back of your throat. You pulled back a little to swirl your tongue around his tip, earning a guttural moan from Tom.
鈥淚 wanna taste you.鈥 You whimpered as you looked up at him. 鈥淐ome on, Arvin. Let go for me baby.鈥
You head Tom suck in a sharp breath before he came in your mouth, hips bucking as spills into your mouth. You swallow everything and pull away, smirking at him as you wiped your lips with your thumb. Tom slowly caught his breath as he recovered from his orgasm. He gave you a soft smile as crawled into his lap and kissed his forehead.
鈥淭hanks for doing that.鈥 You chuckled. 鈥淪ince according to your logic, I just sucked some other guys dick.鈥
鈥淵ou鈥檙e welcome.鈥 He smiled, speaking is his normal accent now. 鈥淚t was the least I could do since I made you make pesto all by yourself. If you had to crush all those pine nuts alone, the least I could do was let you suck me off.
鈥淔unny.鈥 You clicked your tongue. 鈥淲hat a funny little pee pee piss boy.鈥
鈥淗ey.鈥 He whined as he flopped back onto the bed. 鈥淲hat did I say about that?鈥
鈥淗m.鈥 You shrugged as you cuddled into his chest. 鈥淪orry. I don鈥檛 remember.鈥
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馃挃馃棧锔忊榾锔 For the WIP!
Also what's your favourite line altogether in your most recent WIP?
Like, doesn't matter if it makes sense out of context or not, I'm just so curious!
Love your writing so much, byeee 馃挌
Omg broooo I Love YOU!!!
馃挃 Share your most heartbreaking line.
Oh man, I enjoyed writing the bathroom scene so much and this little shift in the air breaks my heart every time. i love mob!harry sm 馃槶
Her hand smooths over the bandage and moves down to his cheek. 鈥淚t鈥檚 still me, kid.鈥
鈥淒on鈥檛鈥撯 he shuts his eye and tightens his jaw, but leans into her touch anyway.
He feels so naked, so exposed despite Bel being the one in her underwear. It reminds him of the night she left him, and he knows he should鈥檝e backed off. Leave. Don鈥檛 turn back. At the same time, he finds himself unable to resist reaching out for her bare waist, eager to accept the fact that he鈥檇 lost.
Unbeknownst to him, she鈥檇 lost out the moment she offered to take him home. (The Honey Pot pt. 3)
馃棧 Share your favorite dialogue exchange.
The quarantine trilogy with Tom & co has so many fun banters but the chicken one is deffo my fave! 馃槀
鈥淥h, I鈥檓 not having a chicken coop in my backyard. No way.鈥 you refuse immediately.
His forehead creased. 鈥淲ell, it鈥檚 our backyard, but鈥︹
鈥淲ell, I鈥檓 gonna divorce you and take the house, so it鈥檒l be my backyard and you can keep the damn chickens.鈥
鈥淏abe, we鈥檙e not married.鈥
鈥淭hen I鈥檓 gonna marry you just so I can divorce your ass!鈥 (Baby Give Me One More Chance)
鈽锔 Share a line with figurative language.
ooooo this is some spoopy stuff from this hidden gem of a tom fic 馃懟
And the more you try to run, the more your steps get heavier. Like you鈥檙e walking on quicksand. Surrounded by dim sconces and red walls and haunting portraits from past centuries that are watching you. Quiet spectators while you fight for your life. (I'll Be Seeing You)
鉃 favorite line from my recent wip
here's a preview of what the dynamics are like between y/n and flatmate!tom!!!!
"Ugh, can you just be my malewife forever, please?" she mutters one morning, half-asleep as she takes a bite of Tom's homemade raspberry waffles. "You can quit acting and just鈥 do this."
He hums into his tea. "I don't think you can afford me as a trophy husband."
She pauses, as if making budget calculations in her head. "Yeah, you're right. I can never compete with that Marvel money."
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petersdunea day ago
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hey everyone, i鈥檓 back and my requests are open again!! feel free to send some in!! <3
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parkers-gala day ago
okay can you do one with tom this one is from tik tok, idk if you鈥檝e seen it but like you not saying i love you after he says i love you. i just can already see him be the 鈥滒煡衡 emoji.
no stop this is so cute and so so accurate
You鈥檝e come to a place in your relationship with Tom where harmless pranks are somewhat of a regular occurrence. However, Tom鈥檚 gullibility hasn鈥檛 gotten any better.
Seated in front of your vanity, you wash your face and do your hair for the day while Tom wanders about your bedroom getting dressed. He heads downstairs for a moment, giving you the perfect opportunity to discreetly set up your phone. It鈥檚 angeled just enough so it captures both you and whoever decides to stand beside you, yet still somehow remaining invisible. You know Tom won鈥檛 be looking for the phone pointed at him, so it won鈥檛 matter anyway.
鈥淗ey, love,鈥 Tom comes striding in whilst you鈥檙e drying the water on your face. 鈥淗arry and I are gonna go pick up Sam from the train station.鈥
鈥淥kay,鈥 you say softly, not looking away from the mirror. You lock eyes with Tom through the mirror, and he gently smiles.
鈥淵ou want anything while we鈥檙e out?鈥
鈥淯hm鈥 no.鈥
鈥淢鈥檏ay,鈥 he leans down to kiss your cheek. 鈥淟ove you.鈥
鈥淏ye,鈥 you reply, fingers now applying your personal serum.
Tom was halfway out the door when he was quick to stop. He peers around the corner again, doing a doubletake and blinking in confusion. He looks at himself in the mirror before locking eyes with you again (still, through the mirror).
鈥淟ove?鈥
鈥淵eah?鈥 You ask, applying some toner to your face.
鈥淚 love you,鈥 he says again, more tender this time.
You nod, smiling absentmindedly as an acknowledgment. 鈥淏ye.鈥
鈥淒arling?鈥
鈥淭om, don鈥檛 you have to go?鈥 you breathe a laugh, but Tom鈥檚 brows only furrow further.
鈥淒arling, are you mad at me?鈥
You look at him quizzically, eating into the prank. 鈥淣o.鈥
Tom lets out a quiet 鈥減hew,鈥 and he strides over to you again. 鈥淥kay,鈥 he kisses your cheek again. 鈥淚 love you.鈥
鈥淏ye,鈥 you say again, applying some moisturizer.
鈥淟ove,鈥 Tom whines, bottom lip jutting out in a point.
鈥淲hat?鈥 you chuckle.
鈥淲hy won鈥檛 you say it back?鈥
鈥淪ay what back?鈥
鈥淚 love you!鈥 He exclaims, eyebrows pulling together the grumpier he gets.
鈥淲hat?鈥
鈥淵ou won鈥檛 say it back!鈥 He points, padding his way over to you. 鈥淲hy?鈥 he says softly.
You giggle this time, hands reaching up for him. You hug his waist despite the fact that you鈥檙e sitting and he鈥檚 standing. 鈥淏aby, it was a joke.鈥
鈥淎 what?鈥
鈥淚 was pranking you, Tom.鈥
Tom gasps, taking a step back and leaving your embrace. His mouth drops open in surprise and you fail miserably at trying to suppress your laughter.
鈥淵/N! That was so mean!鈥 You laugh again, and he pouts again. 鈥淵ou scared me!鈥
鈥淚 know, I鈥檓 sorry, I鈥檓 sorry,鈥 you insist, pulling him back into your arms as you stand up to properly hug him. 鈥淚 do love you, though.鈥
鈥淵eah,鈥 he grumbles, finally hugging you back. 鈥淵ou better.鈥
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ren-therosea day ago
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Mornings Like These
Dad!Peter Parker X Mom!Reader
Summary: Peter and you are parents, raising your kids out of your home and the rebuilt Avengers Headquarters. Needless to say, your kids came with some...unique quirks.
WC: 1.3k words
Warning: Minor FATWS spoiler, Mentions sex, but mostly just cute kids and fluffy parent content
A/N: So, I am a nanny, if you can't tell by my depth of detail. The family I currently am working for has a baby and a elementary kid, and they are both SUPER CRAZY. So much energy, so much love, and a little mischief. The baby is crazy strong and a busy bee, while the brother is non-stop moving. I love my kids so much, and they were my inspiration for this.
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Big, chocolate eyes were looking up as you, while you wiggle your fingers. Two small hands reached out to your index fingers, gripping on tightly as you smiled down at the baby laying below you. He was wearing a red Spider-man onesie, no doubt one of many your team had gifted you. You probably had at least 12 Spider-man related onesies, but you didn't mind. Benji held quite a resemblance to his father. His hair was a little lighter, but his curls were quite prominent on the back of his head. His eyes, so big and warm, reminded you so much of your husbands, the way his lashes would flutter when he sleeps.
But the thing that he really resembled was how strong this baby was. A lot of people don't realize how strong babies are, ultimately underestimating them. You were right not underestimate his strength, except he is no ordinary baby. As he laid on his changing table, gripping your finger, the two of you faced off before the daily struggle you would both face.
It started with poking him all over, getting him to relax. He loved it when you played with his feet, nibbling all over his toes and up to his chucky thighs. You would blow on his tummy, making him laugh and grab your hair. When you were loose from his grip, you would then carefully unsnap his onesie, trying to be discreet with your actual intention. He continued to wiggle his way out, which ultimately helped in your favor. Now was the difficult, free of his restraints, he started rolling around, not unlike an alligator, as he attempted to make his escape. When you turned to grab a new diaper, he made his move, practically launching himself off the table. Quick reflexes wasn't your superpower, in fact, you didn't even have one. Your dad thought it was funny calling himself a mechanic, but you soon inherited his title. But when you became a parent, some type of spider-sense developed in you too, and you became even more inept with catching babies and hurtling objects.
Speaking of spidey-senses, Peter suddenly appeared in the doorway, his own brown curls slightly matted to his face, as though he had just been running.
"Did you catch him?" he panted, looking frantically for the baby. You turned around, revealing that the baby was holding onto your arm like a sloth. He was smiling like he had just succeeded in a heist, which in a way, he did- he stole our hearts (cheesy but true). Peter laughed as he walked over to the dangling baby, grabbing him and the diaper from your hands. "I am so sorry, I was trying to get the spider monkey off the walls and ready for daycare." He glanced back at you to see your response. You quirked your brow up, leaning your head to the side. "Dressed?"
Peter turned back to Benji, pulling his onesie back on the happy baby and holding him out to you. "No, but I got this one changed!"
You groaned, wishing that Peter wouldn't always be so sweet on the kids, but you knew that even you weren't immune from their love and charm.
"Toni! Get your butt in here NOW!" You yelled, marching down the hall to the other room. As you were walking, you felt someone drop behind you. Turning around, you saw your oldest smiling at you with a toothless grin. "Hi mommy."
"Girl, if you don't get into your clothes now, we are going to have a problem," you say cooly, ruffling your daughters hair as she ran past into her room.
"Daddy said that I could go with him to the tech lab today!" Toni beamed, but the look you had on your face was not one of excitement. Turning around, you caught Peter trying to sneak by you with the baby, but you had already caught up to him.
"What did you tell Toni about going to the tech lab?" you hissed. Peter jokingly covered the babies ears, whispering back "I couldn't think of anything else! She wouldn't get down."
You scooped Benji from his arms, strumming your finger back and forth across his tummy, eliciting a laugh from the baby. Kissing his chubby cheeks, you sighed as you used your other hand to pull Peter in by the collar of his shirt.
"You are gonna fix this problem, because I checked our schedule and we will have about an hour of free time at work, but if you take her to the tech lab, she won't leave us alone," you defended, leaning into his lips. His hand met your back as he kissed you with a little more force than usual. Times of passion and heated kisses grew slim, but were a special task when given the chance.
"Fine. But only because office sex sounds great," he grumbles against your ear, before smacking your ass and walking away. You yelp as you turn watch him enter Toni's room, hearing her squeal as he picks her up and starts tickling her.
"That wasn't the offer!" you call out, hearing him playfully roar at Toni.
You roll your eyes, happy that he was so good with handling both of the kids. You kissed benji once more on his squishy cheeks, going into the kitchen, thinking about the rest of your day.
Baby on your hip, you started brewing coffee and making everyone's breakfast. Everyone had a pretty set breakfast when it came to their weekday routine. You would make coffee and bagels for you and Peter while the baby stayed on your hip. As the bagels toasted, you would get out the cereal and milk for Toni to pour herself. Then you would strap the baby in their high chair with a bottle of milk, while you did up the bagels. Setting the bagels down on the counter, you would go back to the coffee maker, pouring sugar and creamer in mugs with the coffee (Peter never grew out of his love for sweet coffee). By the time the coffee hit the counter where three chairs were placed, set for two adults and one kid, they were filled by you, your husband and your daughter. You on the edge with the baby, feeding him squeeze pouches, soft bars and yogurt (he was a hungry baby), while you leaned over to read Peters latest file. As your head rested on his arm, he kisses the top of your head before taking a sip of the coffee you made. When you looked over at Toni, she was coloring a Captain America picture, while eating her cereal.
"Baby, who is that for?"
"It's for Uncle Sam! Look, I made him brown!"
You almost spit out your coffee, and Peter choked on his bagel. You both turned to look at the coloring page and stifled a laugh. It was indeed Captain America, but it was of Steve, not Sam. Well, it would have been of Steve if she hadn't colored him with a brown crayon.
You went over and ruffled her again, the curls frizzing out a little more. Plopping a kiss on her forehead while you squished her face, you smiled at her art.
"You know, that might actually be Uncle Steve."
"You know, the one I defeated when I met your mom for the first time," Peter interjected. You shot him a warning look as he stuck his tongue out at you. You looked through the book, trying to find Sam as Captain America, he was towards the back of the book, probably because of his rebranding. It had only been a decade or so that he was Cap, while Steve was Cap for 80 years or something.
Pointing to the page, you said "Do you want to color this one for him too?"
Toni nodded eagerly as she began drawing again. As you walked back over to your seat, you stopped behind Peter and wrapped your arms around his chest. He rested his head against your chest as your hair fell around his face.
"We are so showing Sam when we get to work," Peter snickered.
"Bucky might pee himself," you laugh.
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Chapter three
A/n: Hey guys. I hope you like it this new chapter.
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A week had passed and the agents were ready to begin the mission they had been assigned. Thomas and Ruby were at Heathrow Airport waiting to board their plane. The place was full of people. Some were rushing past to avoid missing their flight while others were sleeping in their seats. Isabel and Harrison were at the agency still researching about Naiomi and some forms of combat they could use.
Ruby was sitting in a black chair next to Thomas. The redhead was reading a book to pass the time while, Tom was messing around on his cell phone watching some random videos on instagram. Ruby was still nervous about working with a stranger, even though it had been a week, it was not enough for the girl to bond with the brunette. She always tried to keep quiet and firm so as not to show that she was afraid. Thomas, on the other hand, was worried about his partner, because she didn't talk to him and didn't even share the information she received so that they could work well together.
-What are you reading? -The brunette asks, looking away from the book Ruby was reading.
The girl looks into the man's brown eyes and answers.
-The fault is the stars. Have you read it?-The girl asks focusing again on the words written on the paper.
-I've never read it, but I've seen the movie. Does that count?-Thomas asks smiling and she shrugs.
-Probably not. Books are usually very different from movies.
-That was the first discovery of the week," the brunette pronounces and the redhead looks at him confused.
-What do you mean first discovery of the week?-Ruby asks, gesturing "discovery of the week" with his fingers.
-Well, you haven't told me anything about yourself. I know the superficial like, your name, age and where you work, but now I know you like to read novels and probably dramas too," Holland says putting the cell phone in the pocket of his black jacket and looking once more at the girl.
-You know we can't share about our lives. That's a rule that agents should respect, don't you think? Ruby says smugly while closing the book placing a bookmark in the middle of it.
Thomas shakes his head positively, biting his lower lip and smiling after the action.
-Yes, ma'am," he says jokingly.
A female voice sounds over the loudspeakers warning about the flight to Paris. Thomas and Ruby get up, grab their handbags and head to hand in their tickets and board the plane. The two of them go through the line of people and wait until it is their turn. Ruby's cell phone rings and she takes it from her jeans pocket. It was Eleanor.
-Hello?
-Maxwell, how's the situation so far?
-All good. Holland and I are waiting in line to board.
-All right. -All right. You are in first class. When you arrive at the Paris airport, Agent Travor will be waiting for you outside with a black car. He will take you to the hotel.
-Yes ma'am.
-Have a good trip.
The woman says and Ruby hangs up. Thomas brings his head closer to the girl's ear and asks what he was supposed to do. Ruby explains and he just agrees. They both hand in their documents and their tickets, pass through the wide windowed corridor and ten minutes later they are already inside the plane. Ruby sits near the window on the left side of the aircraft and Thomas on the left side of the aircraft also near the window. Soon after the plane starts to move, the girl takes a deep breath and tries to calm herself down. She never liked flying in an airplane. Most of the time she couldn't sleep for fear of something happening. Ruby, fastens her seat belt so tightly that she feels a strong pressure below her belly. She puts both her hands on her thighs and squeezes them together to calm herself. The plane lifts off and soon it is flying through the half-grey London sky. It would be a long five hours.
Holland on the other hand was calm and enjoying the sky however much it was nothing but clouds. Unlike Maxwell, the agent enjoyed flying because it seemed his body and mind were lighter when he wasn't stuck on the ground facing difficult situations. Ruby refused to sit next to Tom even though she knew that they should always stay together until Eleanor or someone above her told them to part ways. Within the five hour drive, Maxwell finished his book and Thomas took the time to sleep, since it would be a long night in the city of lights. No matter where Naiomi was, she would never give an ounce of rest to whoever was behind her, and the brunette was aware of this.
When the plane landed, it was half past five in the afternoon. The sky was a dark coloration with some orange and pink left over from twilight. The two agents picked up their bags and made their way to the gate where they would meet Trevor. Neither spoke a word after they landed. They went down the escalator and outside the gate where several cars were parked. A man with short dark hair approached them both.
-Agent Maxwell and Agent Holland. Please follow me and let me take your bags," the man with the thick voice says to the two, who then give them their bags and get into the black car.
The dark haired man puts the bags in the trunk, closes it and then gets in the car to take the agents to the hotel. None of them had ever been to Paris, so they took advantage of the short drive to see the sights. Ruby smiled to herself as she looked at a family sitting in a park while they had a picnic. The girl took her fingers to her mother's necklace, and squeezed it lightly. Maxwell missed her. Some of the most well known attractions in Paris were seen by the agents, such as the Eiffel Tower, Arc de Triomphe, Notre Dame Cathedral and others. It was almost 7:30 when they arrived at the hotel. The driver got out of the car, opened the door for the agents and handed them their bags.Then once again Eleanor calls Maxwell.
-I have been informed that you have arrived. You can unpack your bags and wait for my command.
-Ok.
Ruby informs her partner and soon they both enter the "Four Seasons Hotel George V". This place was one of the most expensive and luxurious hotels in the capital. In the hall of the establishment it was possible to see several flower vases in the center of the room. The walls were cream colored with some details done in the same color. There were some paintings and mirrors with golden borders hanging on the walls. In the middle, above the large vases, there was a large chandelier with diamond stones and candles that were lit to illuminate the perimeter. Ruby and Thomas go to the reception table and are greeted by a blonde girl with green eyes.
-Bonne nuit. 聽Comment puis-je vous aider?- The girl asks and Thomas looks confused at his partner. The redhead smiles at the man and answers:
-Nous avons une r茅servation faite au nom d'Elanor Clark.- The girl replies saying that there was a reservation in Eleanor's name and the blonde turns to get the keys.
Even though Maxwell had never been to Paris, she had always appreciated the culture and especially the language. She took a French course with Isa when they were fifteen. The receptionist hands the keys to the redhead and she thanks him.
-Since when you speak french?-Thomas asks, smiling sideways at the redhead, and she looks away trying to hide the brief smile that appeared on her lips.
-I always liked the language and decided to learn. Do you speak any?-Ruby asks walking towards the elevator with Thomas.
-I am fluent in Spanish, English and Italian, but I am learning German and you?
-English, Spanish, French, Portuguese and Latin -Ruby says and the elevator door opens. The two agents enter and stand next to each other waiting until they reach the floor. Classical music plays while the numbers go up according to the passing floors.
The door opens and Ruby hands Thomas the key to his room. She nods to the man and turns to go to her room. She places the card in front of the smart lock and the door unlocks. The girl enters the room and observes every detail carefully. There was a small living room with black and white decorations. The bedroom was composed of a large bed covered with fine white fabrics. The floor was covered with a light blue carpet with white details. There was a desk next to a chair where guests used to write, read and work. Warming up from their bed, there was a large window that was covered by baby pink curtains. The view was wide. She could see several streetlights, hotels, shops and especially the Eiffel Tower. Ruby let out a sigh and began unpacking her bags after she removed herself from the window. After unpacking her bags she decided to take a shower to remove the tiredness from her body.
A few rooms past Ruby's, Thomas was coming out of the shower. His hair was still wet and drops of water were falling on his face. The white towel was around his hips and his chest was exposed. The man sat on the edge of the bed and decided to call Haz. A few beeps later, the blond man answers.
-Say it, Stanley.
-Did you find out anything so far? Any different or suspicious information?
-Well, Eleanor told Prince that Naiomi is already in Paris and is leaving later to take care of business.
-What kind of business?
-We don't know to the point, but when you get there, you will see. In fact, we will send more information later. So far that's all we've gotten.
-Ok. Any other information you find, update me.
-Leave it to me.
Harrison turns off the flame and Thomas turns off his cell phone. He sighs with his eyes closed and puts on an outfit for later. A military green button-down shirt, black pants, and brown shoes. As an accessory, a silver watch. After dressing, Holland goes to his black suitcase where he kept his special weapons as well as Ruby. Inside were weapons such as knives, firearms, poison pen, cyanide gun, etc. He also had night vision goggles, walkie-talkie, bluetooth headphones and some nursing utensils in case someone got hurt during combat.
Holland called room service and ordered wine. While he waited he took a pack of cigarettes out of his suitcase and lit it. As peaceful as he seemed about the mission, he was worried, but would not show it. For this reason, he smoked. Holland considered it more of a therapy for when times of stress came. He went to the window and leaned against the wall while enjoying the view of the city. His fear was that he would fail. Thomas had his insecurities just as much as Maxwell. With the loss of his mother and father, he would do anything to make the best of it. No matter how much he was already considered the best, it was never enough for him. All this for fear of failure.
A few hours passed and both agents received a message
Agents, the target will be at the club "Le Duplex". Banks is about to meet one of the agents of agency B2 here in Paris. From what we have been able to find out, this certain agent has been providing information about the company. The mission is to observe her and interfere if she threatens anyone on the premises. The man is of medium height, black skin, hairless, and with blue eyes. He will be carrying a gray suitcase in his hands. After the mission has been completed, send an ok to your original partners. I await the return of both of you. Clark, Eleanor."
The agents see the message and soon text each other. Holland asks Maxwell to meet him in the hall for them to go. The redhead visualizes the message and quickly grabs her weapons in case anything gets out of hand. Five minutes later, Ruby walks down to the hall and meets the brunette. The girl was wearing black pants, a long-sleeved wine blouse, black boots with thick heels, and a cap in the same color as the blouse.
-'Are you carrying weapons? -Holland asks, looking into the girl's pocket, which was empty.
-Don't ask me that as if I were inexperienced, Holland," the woman says looking sideways at the agent, who nods in agreement.
Ruby goes to the black car that had taken her and Thomas earlier. The car stayed with the agents in case they had to go after someone or to flee in extreme danger situations. The young woman gets into the car and sits in the driver's seat. Thomas goes to the window and leans against it.
-The young lady is going to drive? -He asks, and Ruby looks at him with an apathetic face.
Will you stay here or will you get in the car at once," she asks in the same tone as her partner and he agrees, climbing out of the window and getting in the car.
The agent starts the car and right in front of the dashboard appears a mini-screen that showed the location of the club. Ruby shifted into gear and drove forward through the streets of the capital. While the woman concentrated on driving, Thomas was choosing the music that would play. Seconds later, the song "Back In Black" by the band AC/DC, was playing inside the car. Maxwell didn't care about the music or the oblivious singing of the man next to him.
-What's your plan if something goes wrong?- Holland asks, turning the music down a bit.
-You get everyone out of the club. Then you and I will go to Naiomi. If they attack us, we can use tear gas or something that blurs their vision to give us a chance to counterattack. We can't let anyone outside get hurt, okay," Ruby answers her partner without taking her eyes off the street.
-I'll cover you," Thomas says and Ruby denies it.
-I don't need help -she says, raising her voice a little bit.
-I don't know if you know this, but we're partheners and we must have to help each other.- The man says
Somehow Thomas could sense how Maxwell felt about working as a pair, even if she didn't tell him the real reason. He didn't want to pressure her, but rather, try to get her to trust him so that they could have a good relationship within the mission.
On the other hand, Ruby tried not to be rude or impolite in dealing with this kind of situation, but it seemed that this was her form of defense. She hid behind a version of a woman she was not. All this so as not to lose her armor.
-I apologize for my tone of voice. Missions stress me out sometimes," the agent says looking at Thomas for a brief second.
-It's okay. I understand you. Especially an important mission like this can make anyone stressed.-The agent says trying to be understanding.
After a few minutes, the agents were already inside the bar. Maxwell looking at the place, wondered why Naiomi would come to the strip bar to settle business with a spy. Thomas, seeing his partner's curious expression, replies.
-I also find it strange that she comes to a place like this to settle business deals, but if we look closely, it makes sense," the brunette says, crossing his arms while observing the place.
Red and white colored lights were flashing, women dancing on the stage and others dancing on the laps of some men. A bar full of businessmen, bikers or sometimes just drunk people who come for the weekend promotion.
-How does that make sense?
-Well,If you look at the bar, you will see that there are many men in suits with wads of money that they probably intend to put in women's bras. Some of these men go into private rooms to have dances or sometimes more than that. If you stop to think about it, this is a great disguise for the agent as there are several men who look like him who come to see the women. It's easy to blend in, mon amour," Thomas concludes and Ruby laughs.
-You said you didn't know French.
-I didn't say I didn't know French. I said I wasn't fluent.
Thomas and Ruby sat at the bar and talked about random things until the target arrived. The agent appeared at the door with a silver suitcase just as Eleanor had described in the message. Ruby swallowed and looked at Thomas. He looked discreetly at the black-skinned man. 聽The agent called one of the half-naked girls who were at the entrance, and they directed him behind a black curtain. 聽Thomas and Ruby then decided to stay closer to this curtain where it led to a corridor full of small private rooms. The two agents sat down on a red leather couch and watched the room to make sure nothing got out of control. Minutes pass until a loud bang echoes through the place, causing people to scream because of the fright. The sensual music that was playing stops and the sound of a gun is played once again.
Holland was right, when it came to Naiomi, peace was lost and danger and worry started to become a part of his life.
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