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spideyspeaches · 3 years

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Teacher!tom hc.

A/N: I just came across this cute gifset and I NEEDED to write teacher!tom 😭

Wc:???

Pairing: teacher!tom x single mom!reader

Headcannon cause it's 3 am:

So ever since your eight year old son started doing school on Zoom, you've been curious.

As to what exactly happens in the classroom.

(Just like any other parent would!)

So one day you sit besides him, watching him with a proud smile as he answers every question his teacher asks .

His teacher. His stupidly handsome and gorgeous teacher, who you've seen through so many unintentional zoom interruptions.

He's the most gorgeous man you've ever seen, and you admit that you may or may not be crushing on your son's English teacher.

You try to tell yourself that it's unprofessional but it goes down the drain every time he says, "Well hello there! You must be Luca's mother! Looking beautiful as ever I see."

Luca, your eight year old son, finds it very amusing.

To see his mother fancy his English teacher.

He likes seeing you happy though, hasn't seen you this happy and bright ever since his daddy left.

So being the little bugger he is, decides to set up his mum and his teacher.

You're looking at Tom as he animatedly talks to the students, laughing in between as some student makes funny faces.

You're laughing too, unbeknowest to your son, who's smirking devilishly.

It's a free day, he isn't teaching much to take some stress off the students, you admire that. Online schooling was taking a toll on your son and you could see that.

You appreciated Tom's effort on making the class more joyful.

"Mum do you love Mr. Holland?" Your son asks one day.

"Luca! You can't just say stuff like that. He's your teacher!"

"But he makes you happy."

*collective aww noises in the background*

"He does bub. He does make me very happy."

"Then you should invite him for dinner!"

And you do. Invite him for dinner.

It's not awkward, considering his occupation.

He's playful and funny and answers everything Luca asks.

But most importantly, he brings a smile to your face.

A/N: UGH this is stupid lol I CRAVE more teacher!tom content 😭😭😭😭

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tomthesoftie · 4 years

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Hi, i love your other writings on Tom Holland, could i request 92 & 93 from the prompt list please? 💌

fractured trust and broken friendships

a/n: this was supposed to be posted last night, but I accidentally fell asleep... luckily i was almost done... thank you to @in-a-lot-of-fandoms-tbh for being so active and giving me motivation to continue ♡ hope you guys enjoy this angsty fic!

pairing: bestfriend!tom x reader

warnings: TRIGGER WARNING! panic attack, mentions of sex, swearing, tom’s a jerk in this one, a pinch of fluff if you count it as really

italics are your thoughts and in between the “-“ is a flashbacks

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92. “I was a bet?”

93. “I’m such a fucking idiot for thinking that you would ever fall for me.”

You rushed to your first class of the day, maneuvering your way through the empty halls. You'd woken up late due to your alarm not sounding, so you only had less than 10 minutes to get ready and make it to school on time. Unfortunately for you, you lived on your own without any source of transportation except for the pair of legs attached to your body. You ended up running to school with a heavy backpack painfully slapping against your back with each step.

You slowed to a fast walk, recognizing the corner you turned everyday to get to class. A voice sounded from the corner.

“So, did you do it, Tommy?” A high-pitched voice asked.

You wondered who would’ve ditched class with the name “Tommy.”

“Yeah, mate, or were you too pussy to?” A male’s voice sounded.

You knew it was wrong to listen in, but you were unintentionally listening.

“The only pussy here is you, Williams,” a familiar voice responded, “and yes, I did do it. It was easier than I thought. Now, pay up.”

That voice. It sounded too familiar. It couldn’t be...

“Can’t believe you actually got Y/N to fuck you,” another voice laughed.

The mention of your name made you sick. Someone bet on you? It wasn’t possible, though. You were a virgin only until recently. Your best friend, Tom, had taken it from you last week.

No. It can’t be him.

“I was shocked, too. She was practically jumping to get with me,” the voice chuckled, growing louder.

You realized that they were rounding the corner, and your anxiety spiked. You felt your chest tightening, and you felt lightheaded. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes. You stumbled backward, reaching for support. Any support.

Slow breath in, slow breath out. You chanted to yourself.

You could hear the loud, rapid thumps in your chest. You gasped for air, slamming against the lockers, creating an echo of metal.

“What the fuck was that?” The voice was muffled by your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

You tried to stand, but your body collapsed beneath you. This was one of your worst episodes.

“Y/N,” a panicked voice shouted.

You felt a warm presence envelop you.

“Y/N, listen to my voice. Slow breathes,” you could feel something rising and descending against your arm, and you followed the pattern.

Gradually, you regained control over your emotions and actions. You looked up to see who helped you, and it was just the man you were dreading to see. He looked down at you with a warm smile and welcoming eyes. You snapped your eyes shut and composed yourself.

Reopening your eyes, you pushed Tom away and dizzily stood up. He looked at you the way he always would when you were together: with compassion and empathy.

“Are you okay? That was one of the worst attacks I’ve ever seen you have,” he spoke gently.

“I was a bet?” You wanted to ask, but nothing sounded.

His voice rang in your ears. It brought back memories of the night you shared together.

-

“Are you sure you want this?” Tom asked, voice raspy.

“Yes, please, Tommy,” you panted.

He slowly slid into you, letting you adjust to his size. You winced, sharply inhaling.

“Are you okay?” He paused, mindful that it was your first time.

“Mhm, just need time to get used to it,” you replied, breathing deeply.

-

“I-I’m fine,” you backed away from him and his friends, feeling manipulated.

“Are you sure? You’re shaking,” he stepped forward, reaching an arm towards you.

“Stop,” you yelped, slapping his arm away, “Don’t touch me,” you hissed through grit teeth.

“Y-Y/N/N?” He asked, brows furrowing.

“I need to get to class, so if you’ll excuse me,” you said, picking up your backpack.

You pushed past the girl beside Tom. She wore a yellow gingham, spaghetti strapped crop top paired with light washed, belted paper-bag shorts.

How she didn’t get dress-coded, you’ll never know, nor did you care.

She scoffed and held her shoulder in offense.

“Tommy, she hit me,” the girl whined.

You rolled your eyes and walked off, trying your best to ignore the snickers from Tom’s other friends.

As you turned to corner, you heard the sound of footsteps approaching you. Assuming it was a teacher, you plastered a fake smile onto your face and made a liable excuse, but when you turned around, you came face to face more like face to chest with your “best friend.”

“What’s wrong?” He asked, confusion etched on his features.

“Nothing,” you took a deep breath, trying to keep your temper in check.

“I know something’s wrong, so tell me,” he demanded, grabbing your shoulders with his hands.

“Let go of me,” you ripped away from his hold.

You were fuming. How dare he act like he wasn’t just laughing about taking your virginity and, not to mention, making money from it, as well.

“What the he-” he began.

“You! You’re the problem,” he looked at you as if you had slapped him across the face which you wish you did. “I overheard you and your friends earlier. You think it’s funny to play girls like that? Even worse, you have the guts to take her virginity, too? Unlike you, I’d like my first time to be special and not paid for,” you spat.

You turned to walk away when you felt a sudden surge of confidence shoot through you.

“You know what, Thomas? You are a pussy. You’re weak enough to let your reputation get to you and strip away one of your friends. If I knew that you were this egotistical manipulator sooner, I would’ve abandoned you years ago.”

You saw a flash of hurt in his teary eyes.

“Fucking grow up. We’re going to college soon, not kindergarten. I can’t believe I was such a fool. I let you use me.

“I thought I could trust you, Tom. You were my best friend, my partner in crime. You were supposed to be beside me until the end. I trusted you with my life.

“I let you be my first because I thought- I thought... Nevermind. I’m such a fucking idiot for thinking that you would ever fall for me.”

“Y/N/N, I-” he frowned.

“I don’t want to hear it. This is the end of our friendship, so don’t talk to me ever again,” and with that, you turned your back towards him and walked away, leaving him to regret ever considering the bet.

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cosmicdaya · 5 years

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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)

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

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“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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reawritesthings · 3 years

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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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hufflepuffhollander · 5 years

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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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spideyspeaches · 3 years

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Tom throwing in bed and kissin you furiously!!!! 💙💙💙

Hshdhsjdj lmfao that was a joke but this was too good to miss 😋

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"Darling I swear just give me back my damn hoodie!" Tom shouted, running after You who were holding the aforementioned hoodie in your hands, a mischievous glint in your eyes as you jumped up on the couch, holding the hoodie high above your head so it was out of his reach.

"Come here and take it from me Holland." You smirked, challenging him to come after you.

"Are you challenging me now Y/n/n?" He smirked back, hands held above his head as he circled You, running after You as you ran for the room instead.

On the way, you tossed the soft material over your head, taking in the smell of his expensive cologne before jumping on the bed.

"You can't reach me shorty!" You sang, snickering when you jumped higher, not caring that the bed beneath you was creaking.

"Sweetheart, honey, darling, love, please give me back my hoodie I'm cold!" He pleaded, giving you his best kicked puppy look. But you knew better than to fall for the irresistible brown orbs.

You felt your chest ache as his pout intensified. You didn't notice him climb up the mattress, too lost in his eyes to notice that he had tackled you.

Giggling, you wrap your thighs around his waist, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Hi." You whispered, nuzzling your nose into his with difficulty.

"Hi." He said, smirking as he leaned in closer, almost touching your lips to his, before getting up abruptly.

"Wha- why?" You whined, pulling him closer so he could kiss you.

"First give me back my hoodie and I'll think about it." He smiled innocently, grabbing your hips and lifting you up.

"How about you kiss me first and I'll think about It?" You whispered, moving closer to him so that you were sitting on his thighs.

"Your wish is my command princess." He smiled, before flipping you on your back and kissing you ferociously, "can I get it back now?"

Groaning, you threw your head and hands behind your back, "fine! Here take your damn hoodie you party pooper."

"Aww love you too sweetheart."

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tomthesoftie · 5 years

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stay with me, please | pt.2

warnings: mentions of SELF-HARM, talks about attempting SUICIDE, depression, language, angst, heartbreak

a/n: please do NOT read this if you are sensitive on the topics in listed above. I do not support the topics. if you feel alone, call the suicide prevention hotline: 1-800-273-8255. please remember that you are loved, and when times get tough, it’s just a rough patch in your life, but it’ll be over with soon. look on the bright side of things. treat yourself with love and care. i love you all ♡

*i personally have never had an experience on this topic, but a very close friend of mine has, she took therapy and is better than ever now. feel free to talk to me by clicking ‘ask me anything.’ i myself have suffered from depression. i tried to cut myself and was only able to cut my fingertip. i have a habit of not eating a lot of food and trying to stay quiet, not to attract attention to myself. nobody knows about it, not even my family or close friends. sometimes i feel alone in this world, but then i remember that there are people out there that love me. it’s hard, i know, but stay strong, my lovelies, i know it’ll get better. i will make a post just on this because i’ve typed too much of this on my lil’ fic here, which have more parts to come, so enjoy!*

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You awoke to the bright lights shining in your eyes. You tried to lift your arm to cover your eyes, but it didn’t work.

“Y/N! You’re awake!” Tom’s sounded tired.

You tried your hardest to turn your head to face him, but it didn’t work.

“Woah! Slow down, you haven’t healed yet. You’re still too weak. You’ll feel like you’re paralyzed only for an hour, so don’t worry. Here, let me help you.” His soft hands gently turn your head to face him.

He looks so tired like he hasn’t gotten any sleep. The dark under eye bags proving that he didn’t get any sleep. Tom was slouched over, gripping onto the hospital bed for support.

“Tom,” You were able to croak out, “Go sit down, you’re too weak. It’s okay.” He nodded his head and unsteadily walks back to the chair.

“Why?” Tom asked, sadness washing over his dull eyes.

“What?” You were confused.

“Why would you try to k-,” He struggled to get the word out. It was too painful to think about your limp body lying on the white tiled floor of the bathroom.

“Kill yourself,” He finally got it out. Tears started to fill his eyes.

I made him cry. I’m an idiot. I deserved to die. Why’d he have to save me? I’m just a waste of time.

“Please don’t cry, especially over me. I’m a waste of time, of effort.” You said quietly.

“No, you’re not! You aren’t a waste of time or effort! I love you! So fucking much as well! You don’t know how many people love you! Did you ever think about how the people around you would feel?! How I’d-,” He yelled, but you cut him off.

“You’re wasting your time yelling at me. Like I said if I had died, no one would have noticed and I would’ve been better off. You wouldn’t have to be here, wasting your breath. Look, Tom. You need to move on, to find someone better, like Zendaya. She’s so much better for you. It’s healthier for you to leave me,” You gave up on trying to speak loudly. Your voice was only a little over a whisper.

“No! You don’t get to choose what’s right for me! I love you, Y/N! You can’t just throw me away because you think you aren’t worth it! So listen up, I love you, and I won’t be leaving you anytime soon!” He demanded.

“If you won’t leave me, then I’ll have to leave you.” You sighed, trying your hardest to shake your head.

“No-,” you cut him off, “Tom, you can’t keep following after me, picking up all of my mishaps. You have to move on. I love you, and you mean the world to me, but it’s time that I go. So please, let go, I beg of you.” Tom’s eyes started to water, and his lips started to quiver.

Dammit, you made him cry, again.

“Please go, Thomas,” hearing you say his real name shocked him. He didn’t know what to do. You never said his real name, only Tommy, Tommo, Tom, and other nicknames.

“N-No, I can’t. I can’t,” he fell to his knees and started sobbing.

The tears rolled down his face rapidly as he kneeled there. His hands clenched into fists, continuously pounding the hospital floors.

The sound must’ve been heard by the doctor because the next thing you knew, they were standing at the door. They saw what was causing the noise, and you sympathetically looked over to the doctor, as if you were asking them to escort Tom out of the building. They nodded and continued onto their job. Somehow, the doctors were able to convince Tom to get up and exit your room.

You silently cried as you watched Tom get escorted out. You loved him. It was painful to let go of him, but you knew it was for the best. You couldn’t keep dragging him into your messes. Zendaya or any other girl would be better for him. You just hoped he would move on, and forget about you, completely.

“I love you, Tom,” you cried to yourself.

Tom couldn’t leave you. He stayed in the hospital waiting room, pacing back and forth. As the sunset, and more people started to leave, he sat down, sobbing his heart out.

Once Tom had calmed down, he walked back to your room, watching you sleep. You seemed so peaceful. He placed a hand on the glass, staring at you sympathetically.

“I love you, Y/N. I’ll do anything for you. Just please, please, live. Don’t try to go again. I’ll always be waiting for you, my love. Love, Tom.” He wrote on a sticky note, placing it right beside you on your tray.

The tears slipped down his face as he kissed your forehead, hoping it wouldn’t be the last time. He slowly walked out, relapsing all of the wonderful memories he shared with you.

Tom knew you guys were forever.

As the sun peaked through the hospital window, you were awoken by your doctor. They informed you that you could leave the hospital the next day. You were able to move on your own, now.

“Ms. L/N, you have a note,” your doctor handed you the small sticky note and left the room.

Puzzled, you read the note.

“Love, Tom.” It read.

Tears started to flood your eyes.

He finally left.

A wave of desperation and contentment washed over you. He could finally grow and thrive without something to stop him, but you would never get to feel his lips on yours anymore, or the way he’d hold you when you were afraid.

He’s gone.

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cosmicdaya · 5 years

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Royal!tom fucking his girlfriend in the throne hall???

oop this is one hell of a concept and i stan

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“My Lord, where are we going?” you hissed, as Tom tightened his grip on your wrist.

“Don’t make a sound and just follow my lead, love.”

Today was supposed to be a very boring day of you having dinner with each and every one of your suitors. You would be lying if you said you found the whole prospect of marriage interesting before this, but it all changed after you met the Crown Prince Of England.

When a certain brown curly haired boy walked into the room during your first meet with your suitors, you instantly knew you were doomed. His deep chocolate eyes seemed to put you in a trance and it wasn’t long before you got to knew that he reciprocated your feelings.

Of course, you had to keep this hidden from everyone or the whole finding-you-a-suitor party would be called off and your dad will be furious at you.

Both of you ended up in front of the throne room and Tom pulled you in, locking the door.

“What are we doing over here, my lord?” you asked him with a hint of innocence in your tone.

“Oh, drop the act, my love. Everyone knew you wore that red dress for me, such a tease,” a glimmer evident in his eyes as he sits on the throne chair.

Moving towards him, you sit on his lap as you pepper his face and jaw with small kisses.

“Love, we don’t have much time. We need to hurry up,” Tom replied as he attached his soft lips to yours.

Deepening the kiss, Tom slipped a hand under your skirt and into your panties. You let out a sudden gasp as he started drawing circles on your core.

You undid his boxers and pulled out his cock, rubbing your hands up and down his length. Tom bucked up at the sudden feeling, grunts and moans spilling out from his lips.

“Ride me, love,” he begged with a pleading look in his eyes.

“Thought you would never ask, pretty boy,” you smirked, as you lowered yourself onto his length.

A euphoric sensation shot through your body as he filled you up. It was as if he was a piece of a puzzle and you were the puzzle, fitting perfectly into each other. You started bouncing up and down on him as his hands held onto your hips.

His eyes were reveling in the sight of you looking ethereal while taking in his length. He thanked his lucky stars because he couldn’t be in love with a better person than you.

Your walls clenched around him and you knew you were going to reach your high.

“Oh,f-fuck baby, I’m c-coming,” you let out a cry, digging your nails into his back.

“Sa-same love,”

After Tom helped you to clean up, you both walked towards the hallway just in time to see your next suitor coming in.

Before you could walk away, Tom pulled your arm and whispered this to you.

“Wait for me in your room tonight for a surprise, love,”

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tomthesoftie · 4 years

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requests are open ♡

send in any requests !!!

i’m currently accepting fluff and angst. i haven’t been able to learn how to write smuts, but i’m totally ok with them, just don’t know how to write them.

love y’all 🖤

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cosmicdaya · 5 years

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Oh my gosh I don’t know if you want to continue this in any way but I just read your royal!tom blurb and I was thinking how jealous he’d get knowing you’re being courted by other suitors even though you want to be with him

oooh this is nice! sorry for replying late love!

i wrote this in a hurry and i didn’t proofread it, so i am sorry if this is shitty :)

You plucked the petals off from the rose that was given to you by one of your suitors, Nicholas, the Duke of Kenworth as you both wandered around the palace garden.

It was the third stage of the selection process, where you had to spend a whole day with your suitors. The Duke of Weselton had brought you to his palace, in an attempt to impress you with his riches, which failed. The next day, the Prince of Illyria had brought you to a beach party where you had to mingle with a lot of sweaty bodies (and you weren’t really a fan of it).

Nicholas had prepared a picnic under the stars and you were both lying down on the grass.

You would be lying if you said you didn’t find him cute. He had an amazing personality, had a good sense of humor and didn’t flaunt his riches. Unfortunately for him, your heart was already stolen by a certain brown haired prince.

“So, Y/N, how was the food?”

“It was amazing, especially the croissants. It was delicious,” you said, earning a laugh from him.

“I am glad you liked it, cause I did it all by myself,” you gave him an ‘are-you-sure’ look, causing him to say, “maybe my mum did help a little.”

Time passed by, as you both spent your time joking and talking about your lives back home.

Unbeknownst to you, Tom was passing by the garden and when he saw the both of you, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy. He knew that you wouldn’t betray him when you knew his heart was with you.

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11.45pm.

15 more minutes, Y/N.

“Princess,” you turned to see Tom standing behind you. The moonlight shone on his face, bringing out his features.

“May I know what you are doing here? The princess and I are on a date,” Nic responded, stressing on the word date.

“As you can see, it’s now 12.01 am, thus it’s now a Monday, which is the day that the princess has to spend time with me,”

Sudden realization hit Nic as he turned to you, holding both of your hands in his.

“Can we please spend a little while more, princess?” a pleading look evident in his eyes.

You looked at Tom, who pointed at his watch, and back at Nic, who was trying to melt you with his puppy eyes.

“Sorry Nic, I can’t go against the rules. See you later!” you waved at Nic as you followed Tom to your room.

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“What was it out there, princess?” Tom asked, a glint in his eyes.

“What was what?”

“Oh, what do you call being all friendly with Mr I-Cooked-Pastries-For-You, huh?”

“Wait…don’t tell me you are jealous,” you smirked at him.

“Who said I was?” he huffed as he mockingly turned away from you.

“You know I am in love with you, dork,”

“You do?”

“Yeah, so, stop being a baby and go to sleep. We have a whole day to spend together tomorrow,” you turned to open the room to your door

“Why don’t we start now, in your room?” he crept closer to you, placing his arms on your hips.

“Oh, fuck off Thomas,”

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tomthesoftie · 5 years

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hello, fellow people of tumblr! i’m not necessarily new to tumblr because i’ve used it to read, but this is the first time i use it to make my own page. i was inspired by spideyunivrse to make my own page. i also have a tom holland fan account on instagram: tommohollander

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spideyspeaches · 3 years

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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;)

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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

Wc: 0.9k

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."

A/N: Hope you liked it! :D

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spideyspeaches · 3 years

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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.

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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 · 3 years

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🥊 ~ 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 · 3 years

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"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 · 3 years

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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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