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[spideyspeaches]

Omg I absolutely love your writing:)

Could you do one where the reader and Tom just have a chilli day in Atlanta with cuddling and lots of kissing;)

ly<3

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A/n: Ahhh thank you so much!! I'm glad you do! (sorry for the delay!) Also shoutout to @petersgroupie for reminding me that the blue swimtrunksTM photos were from Barcelona and not Atlanta lol, and also for being an excellent tour guide :D

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Warnings: my stunning lack of geographical knowledge 🤡 mentions of golf for my golfer!tom sluts out there 💙

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It was rare that Tom took you with him on his set tours. It wasn't an easy life, moving from one place to another, one set to another. You preferred staying in your shared home in London, cuddled up in his hoodies as you FaceTimed every minute of spare he got.

But this time? 

This time you insisted that you come along. Tom wasn't complaining, he loved your company, you were excellent with his schedule, knew all of his co-workers (mostly), so here you were now, staring at Tom as he came out of the golf cart, the heavy bag of his clubs in plain view as you chuckle, sipping at the burning hot tea as you look from the low balcony of your hotel. 

It was a day off on set today, and Tom and Harry had decided on golfing. He had asked if you wanted to come, but you had refused, instead opting to stay snuggled in the thick comforter and regulated environment of your hotel room. 

Sipping your tea, you chuckled again as you saw him struggle to pull himself out of the cart, shivering and muttering curses as his Rolex got stuck on the strap for a moment before he stumbled out of it.

You squint your eyes against the sunlight, the cool air sending chills up your spine. Turning around, you went back to your room, plopping on the bed and waiting for him to come stumbling up. 

Picking your phone up, you switched it on for a moment, waiting for him to come straight to the room as he and Harry parted, bunching the comforter to your chin and scrolling through Instagram till your elbows hurt and your eyes dropped with much needed sleep. 

Time spent with him was rare and precious, his PR kept his schedule pretty packed these days, with shooting uncharted and spider man at the same time, mix that with all the interviews and you rarely got time together, hence your impromptu trip to Atlanta with him. 

Naturally, you were excited and after a little while spent with his friends had left you both kind of drunk last night, you had spent the entire time with him, basking into his warm skin in the chilly night. It was an understatement to say that your nightly endeavours had left you tired and grumpy, to say the least. 

It was a waiting game until you heard the telltale shuffling of his awkward stance and the rattling of the doorknob, his curses filling through the empty, cold, hotel room. Okay it wasn't that cold, but grumpiness made you feel extra cold.  

"Hey darling! You're not asleep are you? I'm sorry it took so long and I have like twenty minutes until I have to get to set- shit." He cursed, making you chuckle as he held his toe, spilling a litany of curses as he held the bleeding toe.

"I'm not asleep Tom, was waiting for you." You smiled sleepily, turning around to see him wrapped to his chin in a sports jacket, still rubbing his foot, "wanna cuddle." 

"You're not mad?" He asks, eyes shining and a small smile twitching. Moving forward, he set his clubs aside and leaned down to caress your head, leaving a tiny kiss on your forehead as you mumbled something incoherent, grabbing onto his wrists and hissing when it came in contact with his cold watch, "want me to stay flower?" 

"Hmm? Oh no don't you have to… go. Wait, don't you have an off day?" You mumbled, pulling him into your bed anyways, basking in the way he giggles when his cold seeps through his tummy when he touches the cold sheets, the jacket now discarded on the wooden floor, leaving him in his dark blue jersey. 

"I know love, just got a call that it's an urgent meeting with my manager." He mumbled, snuggling into your shoulder. 

How was he always so cheerful in the mornings? Guess he was just used to staying up late at night and waking up early, the thought sending a pang of sympathy through your stomach, making you clench the muscle. 

"Miss one day." You grin, pulling at the hair on the nape of his neck, tickling lightly with your fingers.

"You're crazy love." He mumbles, pushing himself so he was on top of you, now fully aware of the small distance between the two of you. 

"Crazy in love." You smirk, pushing yourself on your elbows so that your noses were touching, lips hovering dangerously over yours. 

You liked the domestic times, liked to see the goofy side of Tom Holland. But this was infinitely hotter, his lips so close to yours that you had to restrain yourself from crashing them together, and had it not been for your sleepy eyes and the cold-ish weather, you would have restrained yourself. 

But you missed him so much, and you were cold you just wanted to snuggle into him, so pulling your hand up, you let yourself kiss him, fiery with the same fireworks you felt the first time you kissed him in LA. 

"Mmh eager aren't we, love?" He mumbled into the kiss, eyelids fluttering as you continued to brush one hand in his curls, finally falling with a huff when your other hand gave out, his body falling onto yours with a chuckle. 

"Don't you have to go to the set?" You ask, out of breath with your hands touching his bare skin, him hovering over you. The set was relatively far from where you were staying, didn't mean he had to leave this instant. 

"Hmm, that can wait. I only want you right now." He smiled, leaning down to kiss you again. 

"You have no idea," you mutter, pecking his lips, "how much I missed you." 

"Me too love, me too." 

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[reawritesthings]

drea, please could you write something with “playing with their hair” or “squishing their cheeks” with tom? 💕

Surprising your boyfriend on set seemed a good idea when Harry pitched it on face time the other day. The feeling of getting to see Tom in action was something you loved seeing. He was at his best when he is doing something he loved, and you knew, from the talks on set that he was missing you.

It was only the 10th hour and you were already exhausted. You didn’t quite know how Tom did this everyday. The amount of adrenaline that boy had made you envy him so much. You were too spaced out to hear that they were finally done for the day.

You practically was on the verge of taking a short nap until Tom caught the last glimpse.

“We gotta get you to the trailer.” Tom chuckled, and you nodded getting up but suddenly loosing balance.

Luckily, Tom was there to stabilise you. “Steady on, sweetheart. I think you should be carried to my trailer.” Tom softly spoke, hoisting you up whilst your head easily found its way to his neck.

Regardless if Tom had quite the day which he certainly did, it would never stop him from taking care of you. He always wanted to take care of you, he owed you that much whilst he was constantly away.

He loved seeing you cosy up in his sweaters whilst you watch him work. He adored the little giggles when he would accidentally switch to his british accent.

He just loved you being here with him.

Once the two of you successfully got to the trailer, he slowly laid you on the couch. Tom went to grab a glass of water but stopped his motion when he heard a little whine escape your lips.

“Tommy. Can we cuddle?” You groggily said, rubbing your temples to try and get a clear view of him.

“Anything for you, darling.” He smiled and carefully wiggled his way into your embrace. He hummed softly, letting his hands find your hair. This was also something Tom adored doing; brushing his hands through your hair.

He loved the sense of calmness his body gets when he plays with your hair. His favourite is making small braids, and you would often reward him with a kiss when he did it perfectly.

“I love you, Tommy.”

“I love you so much more.”

With the silence tangling the air, you both ended up where you belonged; in each other’s arms.

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[tomthesoftie]

Hey, it’s me again. For the part two of ‘her blood-stained bodysuit’ where the reader is still upset about tom expecting to high of her, the next morning tom noticed it and try make it up to her..? Something like that... or you can make it your own way 😊 thank you in advance

her blood-stained bodysuit pt. 2

❧ prompt: all you wanted was to help your mobster boyfriend. you never expected your plan to go all wrong and result in failure. when you return home with blood soaking your suit and drying in your hair, how does Tom react?

❧ pairing: mob!tom x assassin!reader

❧ genre: angst, fluff

❧ warnings: cursing, mentions of blood, mentions of injuries, slamming a glass cup onto a counter (?), mentions of insecurity

❧ a/n: i got a backup laptop babies! it’s not actually mine but i’m going to get mine fixed soon :)) hopefully this part lived up to your standards, anon. i tried to make it angsty-er than the first part since someone reposted it saying it wasn’t as angsty as they expected. i didn’t find it as an insult because i took it more in a constructive criticism way. anyways, enjoy!

part 1!

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You flinched awake, placing a palm at the side of your head. Your eye shut in pain, letting out a shaking breath. You looked ahead of you, stabilizing yourself, before using both of your arms to push yourself up into a sitting position. Beside you, you heard the sheets rustling and felt movement beneath them. You froze in your spot, turning to face the sleeping figure.

Tom laid peacefully, eyes closed and lips slightly parted. His steady breathing filled the radio silent room. Flashes of the night before filled your mind, Tom’s voice ringing in your ears. 

“It’s so unlike you to be so reckless.“

“I expected you to know better.”

You let out an audible huff, forcing your aching off the bed. Your blistered feet touched the cool floor, relaxing your tense body. Quietly, you made your way to the bathroom with an occasional limp. 

Looking yourself over in the mirror, you took note that you looked like a mess: (h/c) hair a tangled mop, dry, cracked lips, and bruises littered your figure. You winced at the sight and began towards the shower. 

Stepping into the warm, fog-filled cubicle, you sighed as the warm water relaxed your tight muscles. Your arms wrapped around your torso, holding yourself as your hair flattened against your scalp. You let a hand fall to your thigh, fingertips dancing along the hem of your waterproof bandage.

Sighing, you stepped into the empty gym. You closed the door behind you, pulling off your large, black jacket. You placed the piece onto the bench, sitting beside it to put on your black tennis shoes.

The gym was a sad room at those hours. The hours when everyone was still asleep or slowly awakening, when the rising sun was concealed by the overwhelming fog. Through the teal-tinted glass, the opaque light in the room was faint, shadows hiding in the corners of the room. The air was still, an occasional shift when there was the slightest of movements. 

A chill ran down your spine, as you shook, and goosebumps slowly arose from your soft skin. Rubbing your arms for warmth, you grabbed the black hair tie and pulled your hair up into a tight ponytail.

You worked hard for the next couple of hours, pushing yourself over your limit. Occasionally, you stopped when you felt a sharp pain in your thigh or your vision spun you off balance. 

After another shower, you made your way into the kitchen, smelling of fresh soap. You grabbed a glass of water, chugging the cup in one go. You leaned against the island of your kitchen, staring out the large window and at the gorgeous scenery of trees. 

“I’ve done everything I can to be the top,” you spoke, quietly, “Where did I go wrong?” 

“G’morning, darling,” Tom’s groggy voice filled your ears, as you felt him place a gentle kiss to your temple. 

You flinched back at the sudden contact, strangely alert to your surroundings. 

“Sorry. Did I touch your wound?” A concerned hand came up to your face, gently moving your hair behind your ear.

Shaking your head, you moved towards the stove, thinking about ways to improve yourself on the field. Just as an idea popped in your head, his voice came up again. 

“It’s so unlike you to be so reckless.“

“I expected you to know better.”

Your head snapped up, and you looked behind you. “What’d you say?” You asked with a venomous tone.

“I just asked if you were feeling better, love,” he walked up to you and placed an arm around your waist, “Are you sure you’re feeling alright?”

Maneuvering out of his grasp, you replied, “Yes, I’m fine. I don’t need to be babied, Tom. I just have a lot going on in my mind.”

Concerned, Tom pushed further, “You know you can tell me anything.”

Frustrated, you harshly put down the glass in your hand, almost shattering it against the counter. 

Tom flinched.

“Look, I’m just really tired and sore and frustrated, right now. If you could just leave me alone for a few minutes, maybe I’ll feel like putting up with you later,” you snapped, walking out of the room, leaving him no time to speak.

As expected, he followed after you, wondering what had gone wrong. He thought back to the night before, trying to remember if your attitude could possibly be a symptom of the medications you took. Shaking his head, he reflected the argument the pair of you had.

That must be it, he nodded to himself.

Unknowingly, you lead him to the gym, but when he tried to pull the door open, the glass wouldn’t budge. From within, he heard your gentle grunts and soft breaths, leading him to the conclusion of you exercising. Thinking to the injuries you had returned with, he began to worry and panic for you and your health.

What were you thinking? What if you injure yourself further? Why aren’t you prioritizing your health? Tom thought, growing frustrated, mostly at himself.

His fist banged on the glass, head spinning with negative thoughts, “Darling, you need to let yourself rest. You’ll only hurt yourself more if you push yourself over your limit.”

You heard the faint murmur of his shouts but decided to ignore it. If you were stronger, you wouldn’t be in the position you were in: a limp in your walk, ache in your thigh, and an occasional blur to your vision.

Stepping onto the treadmill, you dialed the speed to 5 miles per hour to start as a warm up. Within a minute, you pushed yourself to a run at 6 miles per hour, then to a sprint at 7. You were panting for air, sweat dripping down your face.

 You could still hear Tom’s protests, angering you further. 

Unsatisfied that you could still hear the noises in your environment, you brought the speed up to 7.5 miles per hour, a sharp pain slowly becoming more and more noticeable in your thigh. The blood that rushed to your ears drowned out anything and everything you didn’t want to hear.

Barely any time had passed when the faint pain in your leg began to feel like someone was constantly pressing on your wound. Additionally, your head was pounding, and your vision was growing blurrier by every passing minute. 

You brought a hand up to your forehead, fingers pressing into your temples, attempting to massage the pain away. Unfortunately, the pain stayed, and if anything, increased tenfold. 

“Fuck,” you murmured, arms grasping at the hand supports of the treadmill.

Before you knew it, your vision turned black, and the sensation of your body getting thrown into the air was all you felt before you went unconscious.

-

After too many attempts, Tom was able to successfully break the lock of the gym door. Hearing you continuously and vigorously increase the speed of the conveyor belt made him move in haste, leading to his multiple failures. He was too worried about your wellbeing to think straight.

As he stepped into the room, he saw your hands fall limp by your side, and your body rocked to the side, off balance. With wide eyes, he ran to your slipping figure before you could make contact with the hard floor.

“Darling? Love? Are you alright? Please answer me,” he cried, looking at the pain-etched face of yours.

Not receiving a response, he quickly stood, carrying you bridal style in his arms and back into your shared bedroom.

-

You rolled your head to the side, hearing a rustling beneath you. Your body felt overheated, aching to feel even the slightest of breezes.

As you began to move your leg to kick the thick duvet off your body, you flinched in pain, reflexively grabbing said leg to support it.

“Don’t move. You’ll only make it hurt more,” a gentle voice explained from behind you.

Consumed by your pain, you hadn’t even noticed you were tucked in your bed, back in your shared bedroom. 

The familiar brunette you had spent the day trying to ignore protruded from the shadows, eyes quivering and shining with tears.

“What happened?” You asked, throat oddly hoarse.

“You overworked yourself. You fainted whilst running,” he explained, “I was so fucking worried, darling. I almost lost you,” he shook his head, “No, I could’ve lost you, but I didn’t. I’m so lucky to have opened that door before you hit the ground.” A few tears began to leak out of the inner corners of his chocolate eyes as he thought of the scenario of him not saving you in time.

“It’s all my fault,” he let out a loud so, “If I hadn’t said that you weren’t good enough or that you were too reckless, you wouldn’t be here,” he placed a hand onto the bed, “in this wretched bed, resting as you are now. Your thigh wouldn’t be bleeding out, right now, if I hadn’t insulted you out of frustration and worry. I wasn’t—” he hiccuped, “I didn’t have my head on straight. If I did, I would’ve been more generous and not passive to you. You were only trying to help me, and all I repaid you with were insults.”

Pitifully looking at your boyfriend, you moved a weak arm to his hand, tugging him down onto his knees. You patted his curled locks, giving him the best smile you could muster.

“I know you were concerned for me, but what you said really hurt me. You know how,” you thought for a proper word for a moment, “insecure I can be about my abilities in this field. There’s so much— too much competition in my industry and having to keep up this perfect, high-leveled assassin façade is taking a toll on my mental health.”

Tom’s eyes shook with despair. He never knew you felt this way. He’d never want you to have to deal with your hardships alone.

“But, because of you, I’ve been trying my best and pushing myself over so many of my limits to make me the best I can be. I mean, you’re one of the most powerful mobsters to be, so it would only make sense if I were one of the most successful and strongest assassin, right?”

Shaking his head, he cried, “No, not if it means breaking yourself apart and tearing your morale into pieces.” He grabbed both your small hands, enclosing them in his. He looked straight into your eyes, sniffling away his tears, “I don’t care whether you’re number one or number 3 billion. All I care about is your happiness and wellbeing. I want you to live your best life with me. I want you to feel like you can trust me and come to me whenever you need me because I am here. I will continue to be here through thick and thin. I love you. Not because you’re one of the most skilled assassins, not because you’re someone I can flaunt to others, but because you are the most beautiful, talented, intelligent, lovable person I know. I wouldn’t exchange you for the world.” 

This time, Tom’s eyes didn’t sparkle because of his sorrowful tears, they twinkled because of his love and adoration towards you and only you.

“I-I love you, too, Tommy, and I promise that I’ll come to you whenever I need you,” you placed a gentle kiss to his forehead. “You can also come to me anytime as well,” you blushed.

“Thank you, love,” he tilted his head, smiling, thumb stroking the blush on your cheeks.

“Thank you, bubs, for having my back and understanding me and putting up with me.”

Pulling on his arm, you dragged him into bed with you to cuddle. He stumbled as he focused on avoiding touching your injuries.

That night you fell asleep in each other’s arms, an unbreakable bond connecting the two of you. You understood him, and he, you.

All left of that tragic night from before had dissipated into nothingness, except for her blood-stained bodysuit.

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[hufflepuffhollander]

25 blurb💫

issa spicy one, folks

tom x fem reader (contains very suggestive themes)word count: 564. enjoy!

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25. “Your ass is gonna be seven different shades of red after that little stunt.”

You watched Tom on the stage of a late night talk show, making the crowd swoon with his impossible charm, every so often catching his eye as you stood in the stage wing. Usually, you were nothing but supportive, giving him a cute thumbs up or blowing kisses when he looked at you. 

But tonight, you wanted to have a little fun.

There was nobody around you, nobody that could see you except your boyfriend. He was sat at the perfect angle on stage to be able to look right at you, and as much as he tried, he couldn’t help himself from glancing in your direction every few minutes just to catch a glimpse of your pretty lil’ face.

Checking and rechecking your surroundings, you decided to pull at the bottom hem of your dress just a little, so that next time Tom looked at you, he could see more of your leg, hip cocked out to the side, while you pressed your back up against the curtained wall.

He did a double take, only realizing after a second that you were trying to pull something, knowing all too well that playful look you had on your face.

Surprise, Holland.

He looked right at you, and you bit your lip and winked at him, making him swallow hard. You pulled up your dress just a little more, so he could see the deep red string of your thong, perfectly accentuating your figure. You knew that was his favorite color to see on you, and you thanked the stars that you’d decided to put on that set this morning.

He had to look away to acknowledge the host, laughing at a question and giving a short, shallow answer, but his eyes darted back to you the second they could.

You dropped the skirt back down, seeing a small droop in his smile, and loved that you held so much power over him while he sat in front of hundreds of people, all who could see on his face exactly what you were doing to him.

You then moved your fingers under the thin strap on your shoulder, slowly pulling it down, the slip dress you had on easily sliding down your chest at an angle, revealing your matching red bralette underneath.

Tom moved around in his seat uncomfortably, wiping built up beads of sweat off of his brow.

Is it getting hot in here?

Shortly after your peep show, the interview was over, and Tom slowly walked off stage, waving and smiling. The moment his face was off camera he grabbed your wrist harshly and pulled you into a dressing room, smiling completely fading, lust swirling in his eyes.

“What are you trying to do to me up there? All those people watching…” he pushed you up against a vanity, bringing his face up to yours.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said, enjoying watching how crazy you were making him.

“You just had to wear red, huh?” he locked eyes with you, starting to grab at your waist, running his hands up and down your sides.

“Well, it’s your favorite color, isn’t it?” you smirked at him, getting an eye roll in return.

He put his lips to your ear, almost growling softly. “I can guarantee that your ass is gonna be seven different shades of red after that little stunt.”

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[cosmicdaya]

you do realize that now i have to request thigh riding tom in the stealth suit right,, you DID THIS!

ok hoe sister,,here you go!! (with a lil’ twist or not)

ily lixi!! @mcuspidey

this is utter trash,,and it’s my first time writing this kind of stuff over here,,so bear with me :’)

NSFW BELOW THIS

“Tommy…please,” you whimpered in frustration, furiously rubbing your thighs together. After nearly an entire day of constant teasing, you were beyond sensitive and seemingly wet. Tom wearing the stealth suit honestly made him look ten times hotter and you were extremely bothered by that.

Tom just entered his trailer after shooting a scene, where he saw your pupils were full blown. You were desperately trying not to run your fingers over your clit after he made the ‘no-touch-rule’ before leaving his trailer.

“I don’t know, angel. You have to do it by yourself, I guess,” a smirk playing on his lips as he reveled in the way you were writhing for a release.

You furrowed your brows in confusion as the gears in your head started turning, figuring out a possible way for you to get off by yourself. An idea that has been long stuck in your mind popped when you saw Tom sitting with his legs wide open.

Taking a tie that was laying on a chair nearby, you moved towards Tom. Shredding your body of your clothes, you tied the tie around Tom’s eyes.

“This is for payback, babe,” you slowly whispered in his ears, leaving marks on his neck.

You gripped his shoulders, straddling his clothed thigh, as you lowered your slicked cunt. A new surge of sensation shot through your body when your cunt came in contact with the material of his suit. You slowly moved your hips back and forth as your core burst with pleasure.

“Yes..that’s it baby. Such a good girl for me,” praises fell from Tom’s lips as he kneaded your breasts. Even though he was blindfolded, he started to harshly suck on the top of your breasts and neck, leaving red, angry bruises and marks. 

“Oh, f-fuck! Tom, I’m…gonna come!” you dug your nails into his shoulders. He swiftly removed his blindfold just in time to see you cumming and whispered praises in your ears.

“Holy fuck, baby! C'mere,” you grew limp and fell into his arms, basking in the soft afterglow. 

“That…that was…honestly amazing,” Tom left small kisses along the side of your face.

“I would be lying if I said I’m not bothered after watching all that”

You pulled away from him and stood up, allowing a few seconds to pass by to regain your strength.

“Where are you going, love?”

“Let’s go for round 2,“ 

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[miss-clam-blog]

Shaky Grounds

  Tom Holland Blurb (Angst) 

Summary: Y/n, girlfriend of Tom, finds out she’s pregnant and panics. (Honestly this is my first fic and i find it a bit extreme, posting none the less)

Warnings: None (that im aware of)

Word Count: 1534

Shaky Grounds

It was about six in the morning when the feeling of nausea washed over y/n’s body. Her boyfriend Tom was a heavy sleeper, so she tiptoed her way to the downstairs bathroom to not wake him. She let everything out and laid on the cold tiled ground for a few minutes. The thought kept running through her head, Tom was always careful about these things and making sure kept up on her birth control even though she never forgot either. She knew what she need to do but was to paranoid to do actually go and get a pregnancy test. Pulling some clothes and shoes on, she left to the nearest stores. All the way she didn’t need the reassurance, she knew that deep inside of her a tiny little human was about to take over, but for the peace of mind and sake of proving that the was pregnant was needed.

“Oh God.” y/n sobbed as quietly as she could, it was still a few more hours till Tom woke up. She took three test to actually make sure it was all real, and it was very real. She grabbed all the remains of the pregnancy test and tossed them into her travel bag as well as a few toiletry belongings. She made her way back upstairs and pulled out her luggage, packing away clothes and valuables. Y/n eyed Tom as he pulled the covers closer to his chin, she started sobbing again. His career was just taking off and a baby was surely going to drag him back down, and you two were only living together for about five months now. He would come off irresponsible and foolish, and y/n on the other hand was still in school with two years left of college. She wrote a note down and placed it on his nightstand. Brushing his soft curls behind his ear and kissing his forehead ever so lightly, y/n left their once shared apartment with tear stained cheeks and a guilt most horrid.

-

“I swear to fucking God pick up!” Tom read her note over and over again. This wasn’t real and he knew she wouldn’t have the heart to break up with him like this. He sat on the edge of his bed, mumbling incoherent sentences as he cried and tried to catch his breath at the same time. He kept having to squint at the screen of his phone from all the tears that kept filling up the brims of his eyes. “She wouldn’t just leave, why would she just leave? Harrison help.” Except Harrison was gone for a modeling gig and was only getting a couple of voicemails from Tom. Tom thought this through in his head for an hour or so before trying to find y/n since she wouldn’t even listen to a voicemail or peek at one of his texts. “She is not leaving until I get an actual to my face.” He grunted as he left the parking garage. He didn’t know where to begin as he drove down the streets, she had nowhere else to go. He looked at the note again as he waited at a light.

I’m sorry i’m telling you like this, but if it

were done any other way, I don’t think I

could have done it.

I don’t think it would be for the best if we

stayed together anymore, I know this is out

of nowhere but I can’t do this anymore.

I’ll be gone by the time you wake up, please

don’t worry about me.

I love you

y/n

She left no hints to where she could be, there’s no way she could have gotten far either. Pulling over on the side of the road he placed his head on the steering wheel, trying to think rationally where you could be. He immediately pulled out his phone as the idea struck him, although you were as famous as Tom, people where always snapping pictures of you, trying to find a story to publish about Y/n and Tom. Googling your name in his phone he scrolled down just a little to find a recently updated tabloid, the only time he was ever grateful for these obnoxious people. He clicked on the article and there you were, pulling a suitcase and bag while holding you hoodie up to hide your face. Tom examined what your surroundings are and checked how long ago the post was published. She couldn’t have gone far off, so he drove around for hours more trying to find you. And it wasn’t till he almost gave up that he saw you sitting outside drinking some coffee and trying to call someone. He couldn’t help but slam his car door closed as he waited to cross the street. She still had tears slowly leaving her face and her hands trembled as she tried calling a friend to crash at. “What the hell Y/n?!” She knew that voice from anywhere, she didn’t look up anyways. “Hey May, I was wondering if I could crash at your place for tonight?” Tom shrugged his shoulders and looked around in disbelief, he couldn’t pick up the pieces as to why y/n was doing all this.

Tom grabbed the phone out of your hand and ended the call. “Get in the car.” He stated as he grabbed your luggage and hauled the bag over his shoulder. “Tom.”, y/n whispered as he nodded his head to the car. “Y/n please, if you really did love me then you would explain what the actual fuck is going on here.” He didn’t wait for her as he put her item into the boot of the car and waited by the passenger door. Y/n didn’t want to make a fit in public, or at least more than she already has today. She trugged over to his car and started sobbing as he shut your door closed and hopped into his seat. He drove for hours until fields of nothing came into view and they were close to the middle of nowhere. The whole ride was filled with y/n crying and Tom tightly gripping the steering wheel. He pulled over and stopped the engine, it was nearing sunset and neither of you had eaten anything but sips of coffee. Tom stared forward, “Why did you just get up leave?” His question was followed by silence, it would’ve been tears but her eyes stopped that hours ago, now they just burn and feel swollen. Tom slammed his right hand onto the top of the wheel, “Y/N?!”. Y/n jumped in her seat, hands shaking and embarrassment filling every cell in her body. Y/n regretted leaving and not saying anything to his face, she thought he would be too angry to let her back in his house. He still didn’t know about the pregnancy either.

Tom started talking and ranting about Y/n and how he was scared and worried out of his mind. “Y/n I was driving for hours and you have no reason to leave me, you didn’t leave any reason. I need you and you need me..” He kept talking for the next ten minutes, getting everything off his chest.

“I’m pregnant.”

You blurted it quietly.

“What?”

“You heard me Tom.”

“Yes I did, but I need you to say it again for me, please.”

Tom grabbed onto y/n’s hand and watched as she closed her eyes in attempt to hide from him. “That shouldn’t be an excuse for you to just leave me like that.” Tom sighed as he rubbed your hand with his thumb. “Unless you don’t love me anymore….”

“No, I do love you more than anything, you know that Tom.”

“Not when you run away like that princess. Why did you leave?”

“I honestly can’t really pin a reason, I think I’m just hormonal and I panicked. I was worried you wouldn’t want me anymore and leave me.” Tom pulled y/n into a hug over the console and taggled his hands into her hair and around her back. “Why would you ever think that?” He whispered. “You know it's not easy be your girlfriend sometimes, when all your lady fans leave rude and nasty comments.” Tom sighed, you guys had talked a bit about this before and how aggressive fans could be. “Please come home.” Y/n just nodded her head and was able to find a few tears left in her body to cry. “We’ll keep talking about this when we get home.” Before Tom even started the car, he unlocked the doors and made his way over to y/n’s side. He opened her door and unbuckled her seat belt, pulling so she was facing Tom. He moved himself between her legs and pulled her into a proper hug. “We need to start house hunting if were going to have a little Holland running around.” He whispered and pulled her into a quick kiss before making their way back home. She explained everything on the way home. Tom smiled as he imagined a little family, everything had a time and place.

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[spideyspeaches]

HOLAAAAAAAA, can you pls write a seggc librarian!tom fic😫😵🤤😩😳😍🤩😖🤪😻

Booked date ↬ t.h

A/N: WHOOO hope this doesn't suck (spoiler: it does <3)

Warnings: none :)

WC: 0.7k

Summary: you meet him in your english class, he meets you in the library.

Masterlist || Taglist

Your life has never once before felt like a shitty romcom as you stood on the laminate flooring of the library of your college, books in hand as you navigate your way through the huge library.

You weren’t keen on studying in the library, you felt the purpose of it was destroyed the moment you put your headphones in, blaring music through the silent room as you ran your hands through the not so neatly written notes of your classes, the smell of book hitting your nose as you try to stay still, coercing your brain into concentrating on the words in front of you.

Yeah, the library wasn’t your first choice to study. It may be silent, but the echoes of music and scent of thousands of unused books was very distracting. Turns out though, the books weren’t as distracting as the sight of the brown haired man sitting on the reception was, his black turtleneck high up to his chin as his fingers akin to a pianist’s fingers typing away on the library server, serving looks to the finest.

In the two years of studying in your university, you could count on your fingers the number of librarians that were fired and hired, all mostly middle aged, all except this one. You knew him from your class in english 102, he was no older than you, one of the silent ones that diligently took notes while sitting in the last bench, and apparently working as the librarian of the, well, school library. You hadn’t talked to him much, but nobody managed to stay in the shadows long before someone or the other babbled their names.

Thomas Stanley Holland, that’s what you had heard his name was, had decent grades despite being dyslexic, not many friends other than his best mate Harrison. You had seen him maybe once or twice roaming aloof in the campus, but nothing more than campus.

Yet he had managed to captivate you, with his glinting brown eyes and a thousand watt smile, his khaki pants and infamous turtleneck that he sometimes graced his presence with. Your heart would stutter a beat everytime you accidently meet eyes, and you swore it was a coincidence that you would sometimes see him smiling just at you. Why would he smile at you? Someone who he’s never held a conversation with?

Snapping from your thoughts, you looked up from the book to see the lights around you dimming, the night sky now a dark navy blue colour instead of the ombre colour it was when you had come in.

You realised then what had snapped you from your work, removing one of the earphones as the cacophonous noise of electronic music reduced from your ear as you saw the vague outline of the said librarian.

"Um, not to intrude but it's getting kind of late." He said awkwardly, shuffling on his foot as he pursed his thin lips. You felt your heart beat faster at the first real conversation you were having with him, twirling the pen in your hand.

"Yeah it is, isn't It?" You chuckled, looking around, "So um, weird question but when do you study?"

"When I'm free." He shrugged, picking up the books around you.

Turning in your chair, you saw him take short strides to reshelve books, shaking your hair from your eyes as you got a good look at his plump ass.

"No offence but I see you here a lot." You said absentmindedly, getting up from your chair to arrange your books on your table, holding them vertically to set them straight.

"It's kind of my work, but I do get time off." He smiles, taking the books from your hand.

"I could help with that." You said, pointing at the pile of unevenly kept books sitting on the table.

"You don't have to-"

"- but I want to." You cut him off, smiling at the way he ducked down to hide his chuckle, "You could think of it as our first date, if you want to of course! No pressure-"

"First date in the library." He chuckled, "sounds like a plan."

Yeah, maybe you were essentially strangers, but you could get to know each other in a dark library with books to keep you company.

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[spideyspeaches]

🥊 ~ boxer!tom x pregnant reader 😂

Your brain I SWEAR 🤣

Baby boxer -> Boxer!tom x pregnant!reader

Running your hands through your bulging tummy, you smiled as you looked at your husband, a strange sensation that wasn't horny (your default setting these days when you looked at him with gym clothes) brewing in your chest.

Sighing, you shifted your position for what felt like the millionth time in the chair you were sitting, feeling the kick of your babygirl through your ribs.

"You alright darling? You've been wincing quite a lot." Tom asks from across the gym, his voice echoing through the nearly empty place.

"Yes darling, just your heathen punching my heart out of my chest." You said cheerfully, waving at his scowling form.

Sighing again, you shift as he comes walking towards you, crouching so that he was face to face with your baby bump.

"Don't call my babygirl that," he pouts good naturedly, running a soft gloved hand around it, "she just wants to be like her daddy, doesn't she."

"Yeah, gonna be boxing before you could say 'gloves'." You snicker, ruffling his sweaty hair.

"Now, we don't always go punching mummy do we?" He smirked, winking as you shook your head with a grimace.

"Yeah, say that to the times you've nearly punched me in your sleep!"

"That was one time!"

Sleepover blurb!

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[reawritesthings]

"Don't go on that date." "Why?" "You know why." "Say it." / "I saw you looking at it last time we were in the store together, so I got it for you." / "Go with me?" "Only if you hold my hand." whichever gives you the most inspo, free range babeye ily

i did the first one with college!roommate!tom!

enjoy <3

You weren't sure if it was a date or just two friends who kissed once, or maybe twice sorta hang out. Truth be told, you were nervous, scared that things might not go the way you wanted it to be.

You met Colin at a college party, not ideal but you were forced to go by your roommate, Tom. He was much more popular than you and without him showing up there would be no party.

Tom was very good at persuading you to come wether you wanted to or not, it was that look in his whisken eyes that you just couldn't say no too. So, you both decided to go and that's how you met Colin.

After three weeks, you both decided to go on a date something that Tom wasn't too pleased about. You were confused to say the least why Tom was so against you going, after all it was him that technically set you both up.

You thought he would be happy for you. You were always supportive when he went out on dates? Why can't he?

"Tom. I'm about to go." You called from the kitchen, opening and closing the cabinets to search for some gum.

No answer.

"Tom? Hello?" You whined, checking the clock. You were already late and Tom being a ghost wasn't helping. "Okay, fine. I'm leaving now. Food is on the hob and don't wait up for me."

As you made it to the door, Tom creaked his door open and lightly called your name. You signed, turning around to see him in his sweats with no shirt on.

"Don't go on that date." He whispered, walking closer to you.

"Why?" You frowned, as you moved yourself back. You completely forgot about how close you were to the door, and felt your body hit.

"You know why?" Tom mumbled, placing his hands either side of you.

"Say it." You murmured, swallowing the sudden lump in your throat. You have never seen Tom so focused, the way his eyes looked deeper into yours, and the sudden shiver that rode down your spine when Tom traced your cheek with his thumb.

"He isn't right for you, Y/N. I know boys like Colin, he wants only one thing from you."

You scoffed, "Isn't that what you do with girls when you take them on dates? I don't even see them again."

"Because they aren't you. You know how hard it is to fake a smile or a laugh with these girls. I have no interest in them, they are just distractions."

"Distractions from what?"

"You." He chuckled. "You Y/N are the person I want to be with all the time. I was just trying to get you out of my head because I know you wouldn't go for a guy like me, but, seeing you with a guy whose name is Colin, doesn't seem right."

"I didn't know you felt like this, Tommy." You said, slightly ducking under him to take your coat off. "I wish you just told me sooner. I wouldn't have wasted money on make-up."

"You don't need make up." He laughed. "You are naturally beautiful."

"God, Tommy. What am I suppose to do about Colin?"

"Tell him that you much rather stay in and watch New Girl with your dashingly handsome roommate."

"Fine. I'll be back in a minute." You said, and go straight into your room, feeling a slight blush hit your cheeks at the sound of Tom's confession.

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[spideyspeaches]

i sent this ask to someone else yesterday saying i was horny because of it. But how about reader wearing each of the cherry promo interview shirts the morning after. 🥰

Oh fuck okay gotchu 🤤🤤🤤

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NSFW under the cut! Minors dni!!!

Watching Tom speak to the interviewer in his thick British accent, ASMR worthy voice with no pants on was your world's favourite job to do. Yeah, you had other jobs, but this one was your favourite and somehow managed to make you unbelievably horny, to say the least.

Just as you watched him wrap up the interview, removing his non prescription glasses that he insisted he wore for his fangirls, the collar of his shirt crinkling along the open button's fold, he closed the laptop, flopping back on his beanbag with a huff.

"I don't know if I've said this before, but you look absolutely beautiful. A snack. A full course meal." You smiled, bringing your hands and folding them under your chin, as he gave an amused huff.

"If you find half naked men with bags under their eyes because of sleep deprivation and cheekbones gaunt with exhaustion- beautiful, then you've won a lottery darling, because I'm just the man for you." He said, his biceps flexing as he placed them behind his head, turning his body as if falling asleep.

"I know hun, and you should definitely go to sleep right now, it's getting late." You pout, dragging his groaning form up from the bag, letting his wrap his arms around your waist as he rests his head between your shoulderblades.

You shudder at the sensation of his lips on the nape of your neck, his hands gliding higher and higher until they're on the underside of your beasts, caressing the smooth skin.

You were a firm believer of "free the titty, protect the city", hence why you didn't have a bra on.

You were thankful for your forethought, because the sensation of Tom's lips on your neck and his hands on your pebbled nipples was something you wouldn't want to miss because of the restriction of an unnecessary garment.

A moan playing on your lips, you huff a breath, a wet patch forming in between your legs as he continued to play with your boobs, "Tommy, oh fuck, thought you were tired." You grit out, not complaining about his hands gliding in your underwear and boobs simultaneously.

"Do you want me to stop sweetheart?" He muttered, twisting your nipple, a strangled groan ripping out of your throat as you moved away impatiently, nearly ripping your t shirt in the process.

You watch him hastily remove his shirt, the shirt that hid too much from your view but was a teasing apparel at the same time, revealing his rippling muscles and the cold hard chain he wore around his neck all the time.

"I never want you to stop by the way." You said, holding his cheeks before you attacked his lips, your bodies moving in sync as you spoke without words.

"Wait." He said, suddenly halting your movements as you looked at him with confusion.

He picked up his discarded shirt, handing it to you as you took it, confused at his ambiguous behaviour.

"Put it on." He said simply.

"Ookay."

Putting on the cold fabric on your bare body, you heaved for a breath when you realised why he was doing this. You always liked wearing his shirts, especially the ones that he wore on the online premiers and interviews, and you realised with a start that this turned him on.

Smirking at his flushed and heaving chest, you decided to tease him, keeping the top buttons open so that he could see your chest, your hard nipples rubbing against the fabric of his shirt.

Leaning forward, you took his hands in yours, helping running circles on his knuckles as he watched you with his mouth open, a chuckle leaving your mouth.

"Tell me how good I look in your clothes, Tommy."

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Okay so now I'm horny thank you anon 😘

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[reawritesthings]

Imagine you and Tom introduce your daughter to her new baby brother for the first time and she starts crying while cuddling him, saying that she loves him so much already 😍😭

“hey amelia, would you like to meet your baby brother?” tom whispered, watching the toddler waddled her way into the room holding onto a teddy.

she nodded, and prepared herself to climb. after failing many times, tom finally helped her up and gently placed her next to you.

“you gotta be extra careful.. baby brother is delicate.” you say and amelia only nods whilst whispering the same thing to her teddy.

tom chuckles, and supports amelia whilst you hand babyn brother to her. tom of course, is supporting the baby just in case.

amelia bends her head down to give a small kiss to baby brother. you both coo at amelia, proud that she wasn’t going to be upset about the new addition to the family,which made you both sign with relief.

however, after a couple of minutes soft sniffles came from amelia who was brushing her tiny fingers along his forehead.

tom saw it first and tried to squeeze on the bed too. he gently played with her hair asking her what’s wrong.

“i love baby brother already” she cries, wiping her tears. you and tom exchange looks, before you gave amelia a massive kiss on the cheek.

“and he loves you very much too.”

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[reawritesthings]

nothing too loose | tom holland

based off the prompt, holding hands while running through the rain

“This is fucking amazing.” Tom’s scarcastic tone sent you laughing.

“It’s just rain, Tom.” You stated. “You were raised in a country that always rains? How are you not use to it?.”

“Because we are in the United States. It never bloody rains here and, in the UK… I always bring a rain coat.” Tom said,. “I’m always prepared.”

“I think we should just run for it.” Your suggestion made Tom’s eyebrow rise in disbelief.

“Definitely not.” Tom sternly said. “Sony would absolutely kill me for damaging Peter’s hair.”

“There’s no way out.” You frowned, turning your head to see if the restaurant staff could help you.

Tom huffed in annoyance. “Nothing to loose right?”

You giggled, intwining your hands with his. “Nothing to loose.”

As the two of you locked hands, you gave each a clear stare off before running into the rain. The essences of the rain made you think of a certain bucket list moment.

“Since we are already soaking wet, how about we tick off kissing in the rain?”

“I like the sound of that.” Tom smirked, before he pulled you in for a kiss.

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[spideyspeaches]

🥊 he teaches you some moves jajsjdjfn

Sjjsjsjsjs 🙈🙈 also tw: cursing.

Night moves -> boxer!tom x reader

Panting, you wipe the sweat off your brow as you bring up your fists, closing the distance between your hand and the stupid punching bag you had been beating up all night.

"Fuck!" You cursed loudly, grunting as it launched back to you with the same ferocity you had punched it with.

"Calm down angel, shouting profanities at the bag isn't going to stop it from trying and breaking your nose." Tom said, an amused expression on his face as he smirked at your form.

You had insisted Tom that he train you a little, give you an idea of his tedious regime. So that's why you were here, late at night and punching the living daylights off the bag as he taught you various moves.

You were exhausted, and sweating.

"Well what do you want me to do then?? That stupid piece of shit won't stay in place!" You grunt angrily, punching the bag once again, but lightly this time.

You looked down at your bruised knuckles, having only worn a crep bandage instead of boxing gloves.

"Aw sweetheart, it's alright! You're already doing better than other first timers." he said, smiling as you looked at him wearily at the obvious lie, bringing down your fists you hadn't realised were raised.

Sighing, you clean yourself off with a towel, wrapping it around your sweaty neck as he leapt forward, catching you into an embrace, kissing your hair and rubbing your back.

"Can we do this tomorrow now?" You grumble in his neck, wrapping your own hands around his neck.

"Bored already darling?" He chuckled, swaying you around like you were at your home.

"Not bored, just really frustrated." You said, smiling as you run your hands along his chest, a glint in your eye giving him your hint.

"Sexually?" He smirked, twirling a strand of your hair on his finger.

"You know me so well." You smirk back, taking his expression as your cue to jump on him.

Who knew he had so many moves under his boxing gloves?

Sleepover blurb!

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[reawritesthings]

Can you do mothers day blurbs for both Tom and Harrison surprising their parents with the fact that you're pregnant please? Them being like "Happy mothers day mum, you're finally being updated to Nanny/Granny/Grandma!" (whatever you call your grandparents or think they'd preferred to be called!) thanks love!

a/n: typos

thomas stanley holland

you were all situated around the wooden table, waiting for nikki to bring all the presents. you and tom insisted to go last which evoked an argument between the brothers but, nikki shut them up with a cookie.

when nikki sat, she got herself a glass of wine and awaited for each son to give her a present. harry went first and gifted her with a nice necklace.

sam used the excuses of cooking the sunday roast as her present and paddy, decided to gift his mum the ultimate present that no one was preparing for.

“i’ll do the chores for three weeks.”

everyone bust out laughing knowing full well that paddy hated any form of cleaning.

“i don’t know why you are laughing.. for all we know y/n and tom’s could be a gift card.”

“tom’s rich, dumbass.” harry says, whacking his brother around the head.

you and tom both exchanged looks, not really knowing how to deliver the news. you both were young, but tom assured you that they would be supportive. as the boys were waiting, you handed nikki a mug that had nothing on it.

“i don’t get it.” paddy quizzes, looking up and finding that tom had just disappeared. after a second, tom came back with a boiling kettle and poured it the water inside the cup.

everyone was still, eyes focused on the cup that was started to form some words. nikki was trying to make out the words and eventually the surprise of sniffle was the turning point.

“nan?” she choked up, looking at the two you.

tom nodded and went to go hug his mum. “we are pregnant.”

nikki lightly screamed, going over to you. “thank you thank you.” she says repeatedly.

“of course. happy mother’s day, nikki.”

“oh please, call me nanny.”

harrison osterfield

when yourself and harrison invited everyone over for mother's day, his mum knew something was going to happen. it was rare that you invited harrison's mum over as both of you can't cook.

"I guess you are all wondering why you are eating dominos on mother's day."

"I like this trend." charlotte said, and winked at you for reassurance. charlotte was the first one to know as she was the closest to you out of harrison's family.

"so, we got you a gift mum... to make up for the dominos."

you handed harrison's mum a card, it was a odd one that harrison found on Instagram.

"wait she needs a coin." harrison says, dishing into the draw to find a spare penny. harrison handed his mum a coin and instructed her to start scratching off the card.

before she began, she read the visible words. "what do you get when a mum has everything?"

few moments later, she started to get an idea of what this gift may be.

"a grandchild..." she whispered, trying to wrap the idea around.

"surprise... we are pregnant." you say, embracing her into a hug.

"are you serious? you are having a baby?"

you both nod, and harrison's wipes the tears away from his mum's cheek.

"thank you, thank you." she crys, giving you another big hug.

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[spideyspeaches]

Okeeey so 🥊 ~ boxer boi and pregnant reader in hospital 😂

OOP-

Tw: cursing, birthing process.

Champion -> boxer!tom x pregnant!reader

"God get this baby out of me already!" You shriek, throwing your head back as you pant, blowling the sweaty hair off your face.

Your baby girl had been too excited to wait another week to meet you and her daddy, hence why you were right now in a hospital, throwing profanities you didn't know you were capable of coming up with while you clutched your husbands hand till it looked purple.

"Darling you're doing amazing, such a champ, even better than the time David got his balls kicked by his-"

"-are you comparing this with getting your balls kicked?!" You shout, wincing and squeezing his hands tighter when you felt another contraction.

"No no no darling! Of course not, silly me." He chuckled nervously, wincing when you squeezed the life out of his hand. Hissing at the pain, he looked at your pitiful figure, pushing your hair out of your face as you took a breath.

"As you should! It isn't fun pushing a baby out of your vagina." You grunt, whimpering when your doctor finally gave a wave for another push.

"Any moment now." The doctor said, "dad, want to cut the cord?"

Looking over at Tom as bent down to cut the cord, you felt heat rush to your cheeks as you remembered him being in the same position around six months ago.

Giving a final push, you scrunched your eyes as sweat pooled over your forehead, the cries of your sweet baby filling the room and a sudden parental feeling brewing in your chest.

"Congratulations! You have a girl!" The nurse smiled over at you two, taking her off to clean the blood and other fluids as you looked around the room, eyes finally landing on your husband's flushed face.

"Oh my god!" Tom chuckled, his eyes wide as he looked at your smiling face.

"She's here." You nod, now positively exhausted after the work.

"She's here."

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[spideyspeaches]

First of all congrats 🥳 and secondly 🍸11 and 24 from the second list with Tom. Idk if it makes any sense but, I know you can😉

Anfjsjjfjr thank you so much!!! Hehe this turned fluffy oop-

24. "Umm...actually your book is upside-down"

11. "Shut up and kiss me you idiot"

Sleepover blurb- Frat!Tom Holland x Reader

Groaning for what felt like the millionth time, you let the book fall on your face, flopping your sore arms as you craned your neck to look at your snickering boyfriend.

You had been studying with him- it was one of the rare times Tom had missed a party for you and your study sessions (though they were becoming increasingly common).

Heaving a sigh, you flopped on your stomach, your crop shirt riding up to expose your bare back, shivering as the cold air hit you.

Groaning again, you crawl painstakingly towards his hunched figure, making grabby hands to, well, grab his attention.

"Thomas! Look here." You said, prolonging his name. You could see the smirk he was hiding underneath the book as you crawled on his lap, keeping your head on his thigh as you looked at him, a goofy grin playing on both of your faces.

"What's wrong love? Why aren't you studying like you asked me to?" He shrugged, hiding his face behind the book he was reading.

Rolling your eyes, you tugged at his rolled up sleeve, sticking your tongue out.

"I'm bored, I don't wanna study anymore," you pouted, "besides, you're not even reading."

"Of course I'm reading hun! Look at this, I'm even holding the book the way you like." He showed you the book, eyes shining with mirth. His one hand slipped up your bare stomach, a coil of tension forming there as he continued rubbing circles.

"You totally aren't reading the book. The book's upside down." You laughed, propping yourself up. You snickered when he hissed as your elbow dug into his thigh, keeping yourself between the book and himself.

"No it isn't. Look, I'm reading." He muttered.

"Umm... actually it isn't."

Circling your hands behind his neck, you played with the hair on the nape of his neck, bringing your thighs as they clench around his waist.

Leaning forward, you kissed him softly, relishing at the feeling of his hands caress your waist, his fingers hitching higher and higher, only to stop as he pulled away.

"What?" You asked, raising your eyebrow in confusion, "why'd you stop?"

"If you wanted to make out," he smirked, touching your forehead with his, "we could have just gone to the party my frat was organising."

"Organising is a big word for the chaos that occurs there." You smiled. Your heart thrummed, your thighs clenching unconsciously at his fingers dancing on your skin.

"One in the same thing. We haven't even studied anything, at least they give booze there." He rolled his eyes, inching forward with every word. You could feel his hot breath on your neck, shivering at the contact of the cold ring he had borrowed from Harrison.

"Yeah, but we wouldn't get the privacy we get here. Now, shut up and kiss me, you idiot."

And well, you were right. You had more privacy here than down there, cause you ended up doing more than kiss that night.

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