again, this is 6.4k of self indulgence, but i hope you enjoy
summary: despite your differences you fall in love with him
warnings: 18+ content!! unprotected sex solely bc i was too lazy to write it in lmao, but wrap it before you tap it babes!! some angsty stuff and tom not thinking
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you’d met him by accident. you were waiting to pick up your drink from the counter just as he was on his way to grab his and bumped into his shoulder. you apologized just as quickly as it had happened, barely looking over until he ever so gently placed his hand over your bicep, just to steady you as he said “s okay, are you alright?”
he looked familiar, like you were supposed to know him from somewhere.
summary:When you come back to your small hometown in order to help your brother keeping your now dead parents diner alive, business degree in hand. Tensions rise between you and someone you’ve had a crush on all your life, who you didn’t think felt the same.
pairing: best friend’s brother!tom holland x fem!reader
There was never a time where you could remember not having a crush on him, on Tom. You’ve always been drawn to him. You’ve always had this schoolgirl crush for him. But it was always so difficult since you were one year younger than him, and he was your brother’s best friend.
You’d spend your days as a younger girl writing about him in your diary, wishing that he would kiss you like you had seen in the movies. It was your one true desire in life. To be with Tom. Your best friend Zendaya always made fun of you for liking an older boy even if it was only by a year.
You’d spend your days ogling over him across the school, the only time the two of you ever overlapped was when your brother, Ethan, had Tom over for sleepovers and study sessions, even just for fun. They were so close – tight as a knot.
But as you grew up, you found yourself doubting this. Doubting your silly crush. Doubting your feelings – they would never happen. You attempted to move on but for your whole life it became apparent that you were stuck on Tom. You were stuck in this lifetime where Tom was your only thought, was the reason you woke up every day, even though you never saw him and Zendaya called it an obsession… and it wasn’t. Because you wouldn’t constantly check his socials. You wouldn’t ask your brother about him. For a few years there you hadn’t even talked to him. You didn’t even know if Ethan and Tom were still close. It rattled you. What you would do without Tom in your life. Sure, there were a few moments that Tom had been there for you because Ethan couldn’t be – but it’s not like he saw you as anything other than his best friend’s little sister.
“We called your emergency contact. Your boyfriend should be here any minute.” The doctor told you as she wrote your stats down in your chart.
“Okay. Thank you.” You smiled in appreciation at her. Just a few seconds after she left your room, Tom ran in. He almost slipped from how fast he ran into the room but caught himself on the doorway.
i don’t know where i stand | tom holland x reader (series masterlist)
pairing: childhood!best friend!tom holland x female!reader
summary:it’s summer, and you’ve just moved into a new flat after a bad breakup with your now ex-boyfriend. when a celebratory trip to the nearby pub turns into an awkward meeting with your childhood best friend tom, old feelings you thought were gone gets brought back.
warnings:extended warnings will be given for each chapter, but there’s lots of fluff, pining, some angst, also it’s kind off a slow burn? the chapters marked with * will contain smut. that means that those chapters are +18 only. sominors stay away!!!
a/n:this is the first time ever i’ve written and posted anything on here (pls be gentle). english is also not my first language so if you see any spelling/grammar mistakes, no you didn’t i woke up one day with this idea in my head and started writing it mostly for myself. when it started getting long i thought that maybe i should post it. i don’t really see myself as a writer- i just wrote this for fun, and now i’m hoping somebody else will enjoy it! happy reading!
fic playlist: grudges - paramore // bros - wolf alice // i will - mitski // all i want - joni mitchell // let it be me - nina simone // i don’t know where i stand - joni mitchell // sunday - the cranberries // no use i just do - hayley williams // a case of you - joni mitchell // just a lover - hayley williams
request from @thirlwallsholland : could you possibly do a tom holland x female!reader?
tom, y/n and the boys are going to see uncharted for the first time, and y/n has been a fan of the games before she even met tom so she’s really excited. y/n really loves the film and that night she’s all cuddly and clingy with tom vice versa so the boys make fun of them and call tom whipped?
thank you!! :)
a/n: thanks for the request hun! i’m so sorry this took so long, it’s just been one of those weeks - for like 3 weeks in a row. hope you enjoy ! <3
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“I want honest feedback, okay?” Tom says as the lights dim down. “Don’t sugarcoat it.”
Harry rolls his eyes. “Bro, when have we ever sugarcoated anything?”
You rest your hand on top of Tom’s on the armrest between your seats, giving it an excited and reassuring squeeze.
“We will. Now both of you shut it, I want to watch the movie.” you say.
The four of you: Harry, Tuwaine, Harrison, and you were finally going to see the full Uncharted movie, and to say that Tom was nervous for the group’s opinions was an understatement. Harry had seen most of it during filming and you had seen little snippets when you’d visited the set but none of you four had seen the whole thing yet, effects and all. You weren’t solely watching just to appreciate your boyfriend’s action sequences, you had been a huge fan of the Uncharted games since before you’d even met Tom. Him being the lead in the film adaptation was only a bonus for you.
Tom had rented out a small theater for your group so that you could ‘have the proper experience’ without him having to deal with fans. The group of you sat a couple rows back from the large screen, stocked up with popcorn and drinks. It had been Tuwaine’s idea for everyone to wear onesies.
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“Holy shit!” you say partway into the movie, pointing at the screen and grasping Tom’s hand with your free one. “Is that JJ from Outer Banks? You didn’t tell me you met him!”
“Rudy Pankow? Yeah, I met him on set, he was nice. I’ll introduce you to him at some point if you want,” Tom whispers back, breath warm against your ear.
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Bartender Tom makes you a little hot under the collar (or onesie), if you’re being honest. You lean over in hopes that the other boys won’t hear.
“Tommy, think we can get a bar added into our place? And maybe you can get a couple of those outfits…”
“Gross, Y/N!” gags Harrison. “No one needs to hear about your little fantasies.”
Tom chuckles and presses a kiss to your forehead. “I think we can definitely work something out, darling.”
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“Anyone want a cup of tea?” asks Harry, coming back into the living room after switching the kettle on.
You’d all stumbled onto the sofa and armchairs after returning home from the movie theater. Turns out spending two hours in a dark room wearing pajamas makes you feel kinda tired. Shocker.
“Oh yo, I could go for a cuppa,” says Tuwaine from his spot on the sofa.
“Same here,” calls Harrison.
“Yes please,” you say, giving Harry a grin in hopes that he’ll bring out yours first so it’s hot.
“Yeah, but not too much milk, okay?” says Tom. “I don’t know who it is, but someone in this house always gets the milk everywhere and makes a huge mess.”
Harrison snorts in the otherwise silent room. “Oh come on, no one else took that the way I did?”
Tom turns to you while the others begin an argument. You’re both curled together in the red armchair, Tom sitting with his back against the backrest and you sideways, leaning on one armrest with your legs over the other, basically sitting in his lap.
“So, what did you think of the movie darling?” he asks, biting his lip. It’s your opinion he cares about the most, as you know the most about the series than any of the boys. “You’ve been kinda quiet since we left the theater.”
“Baby, I loved it!” you squeal. “I’ll be honest I was a little unsure about them casting you as Nathan at first, but you absolutely smashed it. It was a surprisingly good adaptation, and now I honestly think you were perfect for the role. All in all, it was just a super fun movie, you know? Oh Sophia was great too. Do you have her number? Can you tell her I thought she was incredible? Oh and don’t get me started on all the scenes with you in a white shirt that got wet and went see-through,” you ramble, tugging on his sleeve in excitement.
Tom chuckles, a grin spreading across his face and his eyes crinkling at the sides.
“Yeah? You really thought so?”
You nod, pressing a loud and smacking kiss to his cheek.
“I really did, bub.”
He wraps both arms around you and you tuck your head into his chest, peppering tiny kisses over the exposed skin of his neck as you breathe in the familiar scent. You’re honestly so proud of him and how hard he works to bring each role to life, and you want to show him this. It’s only when his hand slips slightly lower to rest innocently on your onesie-clad bum that the rest of the group groans.
“Oh god, my eyes!” gasps Harry dramatically as he enters the room again, handing you your tea.
“Get a fucking room you horndogs,” calls Harrison, pretending to gag.
“Unless you’re going to give us a proper show, knock it off,” says Tuwaine, standing up to help Harry with the teas.
“Hey!” says Tom, going slightly pink. “Don’t talk about my girlfriend like that!.” The thought makes him immediately protective and you giggle, resting a hand on his arm to show that you’re okay with the boys’ teasing.
“You are so fucking whipped, man. It’s sickening really,“ pipes in Harry, but you catch the smile that tugs at the corner of his mouth that shows deep down, he’s thrilled his brother’s found his person to always be there for him.
Tom rolls his eyes as Harry hands him his tea (last, oh the joys of siblings) and stands up, gently pulling you up after him. He plucks your half-drunk tea out of your hands and starts to make his way up the stairs.
“Come on darling, I think we will get a room eh?”
He wiggles his hips dramatically to prove his point as you giggle, hopping up the stairs after him and giving his own onesie-clad bum a cheeky pinch.
You look over your shoulder at the rest of the boys as you go, both you and Tom giggling slightly hysterically at the sour expressions on their faces.
“Might want to get the old earplugs out tonight, boys.”
You get a knock on your door, detectives wanting to use your apartment for a stakeout. Of course you say yes, little do they know you have a secret of your own. Little do they know you know more about their investigation then what they tell you that night
»»——⍟——««A/n: Omg im so excited for this. I hope it goes well
“Can I help you?” You looked at the two men standing at your door, confusion written all over your face. It is late at night, and the banging on your front door broke you from the activities you were in, drawing you to the door.
“Hi, sorry for bothering you. I’m Detective Marcus Ryan, and this is my partner, Detective Chris Stevens. We’re part of an investigation on some illegal activity in this area and building. Your apartment is in the best position for a stakeout on the building and neighborhood. It will be a great service to the community if we catch this person we’ve been after. Do you mind us using your apartment for the investigation?”
“I guess not,” you step aside, “for the community.” You nervously laugh as they walk into your apartment, equipment already in hand.
“I know this may feel like a major intrusion on your privacy, I assure you it will only be the two of us, and we have no reason or intention to go through your home. Our main focus will be the windows located in the living room,” Marcus says as they walk in, already setting the equipment down and getting to work.
“No problem. May I ask what illegal activity it is that’s taking place here? I’ve lived here for so long, I can’t imagine something so serious going on here,” you say.
“I understand, but unfortunately, that information is confidential. You don’t need to worry tho. This activity won’t put someone like you in any danger,” Marcus replies.
“Ok. Well, can you say who you’re looking for?” you lightly urge.
“I don’t know if you’re aware, but London is a popular area for mob activity. London’s top mobster has resurfaced. We don’t know what for or why, but we are determined to catch him this time around. His name is Tom Holland, London’s topmost dangerous mobster.”
“I see. We’ll I hope your investigation goes well. It’s late, so I’m heading to bed. You guys can help yourselves to do whatever you need. Bathroom is over there, and the fridge is full. Help yourselves,” you smile.
“Of course, thank you again, ma'am,” Marcus says.
You walk to your bedroom, opening and closing the door behind you, seeing the man standing in the middle of your room. “Hi,” you quietly laugh, walking closer to him.
“Hi,” he smirks. “They out there?”
“Yup,” you stand in front of him and wrap your hands around his torso.
“They suspect anything?”
“Of course not. You think I don’t know what I’m doing, Tommy?”
Being an actress in a tv show is nerve-wracking, and being the star is even worse. Well, you had both. It’s your first time staring in a tv series, not to mention the show is meant to send a message. It’s one about the teen mental health statements. Like 13 Reasons Why and Euphoria. You’re a nervous wreck. But you’re a professional, and what they say is true, do something enough, you get used to it, and you did. Within no time, not much about it fazed you.
Something that helped through it all is Tom. He’s supportive and awesome, and you couldn’t ask for a better husband. “When will you tell me about your show?” Tom mumbles, pulling your body close to him. You told him the bare minimum about your show. Stuff like you’re in high school, it’s not for kids, and you definitely think he’ll like it.
Anytime he asked to know more, you always said either he has to wait for it to come out like everyone else, or promise not to spoil anything, then he can come with you to the set and watch you during shooting. “You know the answer, Tom.” You laugh and snuggle into his chest.
Warnings:SMUT(18+, minors dni) (hickies, oral fem and male receiving, fingering, vaginal sex, praise, spitting), alcohol and swears
Summary:A little getaway at a hotel leads to you meeting a hot bartender and forget about your ex-boyfriend in one night
A/N:This oneshot is my submission for @tomhollandfics ‘s 2022 Fic Event and I chose the prompt “Here’s my hotel room number.” Also I know this is the last day so I hope it’s still valid for the event’s submission dates
It was raining. Not too strange for a typical London night. The clock read eight and Tom was already getting lost in the pitter patter of the raindrops against the windowpane of his apartment. It all made so much sense to him, as he listened closely, it sent a tingle to his fingers and he moved them around in the air, placing them in a way he would do on his guitar before striking the chords. He’d spent all of his day today trying to find that damned guitar of his, it sounded mesmerizing albeit being of his grandad’s, its strings though he had changed just last month when he’d struck it too hard after trying to get a note right for a long time.
He moved his fingers around impersonating playing a guitar to the sound of the rain. To someone watching from far, he would look like a crazy man, but to him, it was worship. It was his work after all, nothing mattered more to him as he closed his eyes, eyebrows slightly furrowed in concentration and fingers moving along the sound of rain. He swore if he had his guitar at the moment, he’d make a new melody and noted to do so later when he finds it.
Summary: Tom is single, has been for a while. Everyone knows this; they all try to set him up. His family is by far the group of people who annoy him with it most. So, out of frustration, he tells them he’s gotten engaged! He’s hasn’t. He crosses his fingers that he’ll find a way to convince you to be his temporary fake fiancé.
Warnings: fluff, drinking, lots of dialogue, 18 + (minors look away!), innocence/inexperienced kink, oral (f!receiving), fingering, swearing, mentions of a previous bad relationship, could be some errors sorry in advance!
Word count: 8.9k
A/N: So, this is my writing debut in this fandom! I’m excited about it!! This is part of @venomsilk ’s valentine bingo, thank you for organising such a good writing experience and letting me be a part of it :) I chose: fake engagement, coworkers and innocence/inexperienced kink
“hi vogue! this is y/n, I just woke up and let’s spend twenty four hours together!” you said smiling as tom shuffled into frame, his eyes crinkled as he smiled and waved the camera, “and that’s tom who’s also gonna be a lot in this video cause we live together.” you continued as tom leaned in to kiss your cheek, the kiss lingered just like the smile on your lips.
the video cut to the a black screen with the words ‘24 hrs with y/n l/n, ft tom holland’ written in italics with purple color before cutting to you, now standing in the bathroom with a silk robe on.
“so the first thing i like to do after getting up is take a quick shower and do my skincare to just wake myself up and like feel a little good about myself so that’s exactly what we are gonna do now” you spoke to the camera.
“aww are you gonna shower without me?” tom said, whining comically.
“yes, i am” you said, looking into the camera disgusted. “anyways, i will see you guys after our shower!”
You get a knock on your door, detectives wanting to use your apartment for a stakeout. Of course you say yes, little do they know you have a secret of your own. Little do they know you know more about their investigation then what they tell you that night
»»——⍟——««A/n: Omg im so excited for this. I hope it goes well
“Can I help you?” You looked at the two men standing at your door, confusion written all over your face. It is late at night, and the banging on your front door broke you from the activities you were in, drawing you to the door.
“Hi, sorry for bothering you. I’m Detective Marcus Ryan, and this is my partner, Detective Chris Stevens. We’re part of an investigation on some illegal activity in this area and building. Your apartment is in the best position for a stakeout on the building and neighborhood. It will be a great service to the community if we catch this person we’ve been after. Do you mind us using your apartment for the investigation?”
“I guess not,” you step aside, “for the community.” You nervously laugh as they walk into your apartment, equipment already in hand.
“I know this may feel like a major intrusion on your privacy, I assure you it will only be the two of us, and we have no reason or intention to go through your home. Our main focus will be the windows located in the living room,” Marcus says as they walk in, already setting the equipment down and getting to work.
“No problem. May I ask what illegal activity it is that’s taking place here? I’ve lived here for so long, I can’t imagine something so serious going on here,” you say.
“I understand, but unfortunately, that information is confidential. You don’t need to worry tho. This activity won’t put someone like you in any danger,” Marcus replies.
“Ok. Well, can you say who you’re looking for?” you lightly urge.
“I don’t know if you’re aware, but London is a popular area for mob activity. London’s top mobster has resurfaced. We don’t know what for or why, but we are determined to catch him this time around. His name is Tom Holland, London’s topmost dangerous mobster.”
“I see. We’ll I hope your investigation goes well. It’s late, so I’m heading to bed. You guys can help yourselves to do whatever you need. Bathroom is over there, and the fridge is full. Help yourselves,” you smile.
“Of course, thank you again, ma'am,” Marcus says.
You walk to your bedroom, opening and closing the door behind you, seeing the man standing in the middle of your room. “Hi,” you quietly laugh, walking closer to him.
“Hi,” he smirks. “They out there?”
“Yup,” you stand in front of him and wrap your hands around his torso.
“They suspect anything?”
“Of course not. You think I don’t know what I’m doing, Tommy?”
You stood a few feet away from him, and he couldn’t even bother trying to hide the way he was ogling you.
The way your nipples were poking through your shirt had his fingers twitching to pinch them.
Fuck.
He took a deep breathe, trying to calm himself. Balling his fists up at his sides.
It was cold outside the cabin the two of you were residing in for the mission you’d just completed, and apparently inside too.
“Peter, dinners almost ready” you smile sweetly at him and he bites the inside of his cheek at the way blood is already rushing to his cock.
But how could he help it? It was just so domestic, you cooking for him. You didn’t have to, you did it because you wanted to. Because you cared about him, but as a friend. Peter has to remind himself. And friends don’t cross certain boundaries.
But with the way your hair fell around your face as you fixed him a plate had him wanting to web swing right over all those god forsaken boundaries.
“I hope you like it, I’ve only made this dish a few times…” you chirp hopefully and Peter’s stomach churns with affection. You were so cute.
“I’m sure I’m gonna love it Y/N, you’re too good to me” Peter thanks you as you both sit down to eat. You blush at his kind words, you were going to make dinner for yourself. Of course you’d make some for him as well, he was one of your closest friends and favorite team mate.
“I’ll cook for you anytime Pete” you grin, taking your first bite and he follows suit. He doesn’t know what was better, how amazing the food tasted or the sound of you promising to cook for him whenever he wanted.
He groans as his mouth explodes with a mixture of delicious flavors. You find yourself blushing again at the sound of it, rumbling low in his chest.
His brown hair sitting in perfect loose curls on his head. Peter had always been attractive, but now he’s grown up. Broader shoulders, and a more muscular frame made for a way more confident man, assertive almost.
Peter took note of your red cheeks, a small smirk playing on his lips.
“Mmmph, this is amazing Y/N” he compliments you. And he wasn’t lying, you were an amazing cook.
“I’m glad you like it…” you hum. The way you were beaming at him made a feeling of guilt wash over him once again for what he was about to do.
You and Peter had done dozens of missions together, you had a mutual trust. Peter was the genius, you let him handle certain things and you others. Of course you were smart, and read the mission reports etc…but sometimes on a quick retrieval trip like the one you were on now; you didn’t always bother with all the details.
On this trip Peter had paid attention to all the details, like the fact that one of the things you had retrieved was an aphrodisiac from Asgard.
“Let me grab us some drinks” Peter offers, standing before you could even respond. He sighs, pouring you both glasses of wine and the aphrodisiac into yours.
Peter knows he’s betraying your trust by doing this. But he needs you. Every part of him yearns for you. As he sets the glasses down on the table, he prays one day you can forgive him.
“Mmm, is it a bit chilly in here or just me?” You question, taking a sip of your wine. Peter nods in agreement, heart hammering in his chest as he watches you drink.
“Yeah, it is kind of cold” he adds, playing it off and keeping his demeanor calm and collected. This is what he had to do to have you.
You drink and joke, no longer feeling the cold from outside like you did before. Actually; you were getting pretty warm.
Your eyes fall shut as a surge of heat rushes through you, quickly passing. You try to brush it off, but soon your find yourself gripping the table when something stirs deep in your belly. You stifle a moan, curling over to conceal yourself as your face contorts at the random feelings of pleasure.
“Y/N, are you okay?” Peter feigns innocence to your condition, knowing very well what was happening to you. Of course he did his research. He’d never want to hurt you. You’d just finally have that extra push into his arms that he needed.
“I’m fine“ you try to lie, lifting your head up only to be cut off by another burst of pleasure that had your jaw dropping in a gasp.
“Peter..” you whimper, eyes locking with his and he’s next to you in seconds.
“Let’s get you in bed” he suggests, and you agree. You strip down to your tank top and underwear, body still growing hotter and hotter. You couldn’t bother to feel ashamed right now.
Of course you’d been horny but you’d never felt like this before. Your core was practically clenching around nothing at this point and you were counting down the seconds until Peter left so you could shove your hand into your panties and make yourself cum. But Peter had other plans.
He takes off his own shirt, climbing into the bed next to you and pulling you too him. Your body screams in welcome at the contact from a man as handsome as him. But he was a friend; and more importantly your teammate. Sleeping with him was off limits, no matter how wet your pussy was. Or how good he felt pressed against you.
“Peter I could be contagious! What are you doing?” You try your best to scare him off, brain only working at partial capacity at this point. It was taking actual effort to keep yourself from rubbing against him.
“I’m taking care of you” he coos, hand coming up to rest on your side.
“I’m not that kind of sick, you can go I promise” you respond with words, but your body leans into his touch.
“What kind of sick are you then Y/N” he asks, hand sliding up until it sits right under your curve of your breast.
You’re sure he doesn’t realize, certain his hands have the intentions of simply making you feel better. But still your thighs grow sticky with wetness from the feel of them.
“Let me help you Y/N” he whispers, voice laced with something dangerous.
His hand goes up even further until his groping your breast and you hum at how nice his big hand feels.
“Fuck, you’re perfect” he groans, flicking your nipple through your shirt and your hips jerk at the how good it feels. Peter smirks, doing it again and you can’t help squeak.
“Peter, stop. We can’t!” You feel yourself have a moment of clarity, this was too much.
“What’s wrong? It’s supposed to feel good if someone plays with your nipples” he answers, leaning in to kiss your neck and both hands now tweaking your nipples.
Your hands go to his shoulders to push him off, but before you can his actions have you succumbing to power of the aphrodisiac again.
“Peter please…” you find yourself begging and Peter bites down on your neck before sucking a bruise into it.
“Please what, baby?” He asks, kissing down the column of your throat and making quick work of your shirt so he can bury his face in your chest.
“More” is all you can choke out as his mouth wraps around your nipple.
Your panties are next to go, his hands eager to get rid of them. He’d dreamed of this.
He runs a finger down your folds, letting his digit get coated by your wetness. He switches nipples as he pushes his first finger into you.
“Oh fuckkk” you drawl, hips bucking at the welcomed intrusion. He chuckles adding another finger, and he grunts at how tight you are.
“So fucking right; even just around my fingers” he breathes finally coming up from your tits to kiss your mouth. His lips were soft but you could feel the strength behind them. He lead and you followed.
“…be even tighter around your cock” you pull away from the kiss breathlessly and Peter takes out his fingers to gently smack your pussy.
“I can only imagine” he quips and you reach your hands up tangle in his thick hair,
“Don’t imagine it, fuck me” you tilt your face up to kiss him again. It’s all tongue and teeth as Peter kicks down his pants and boxers.
“Anything you want baby”
And then he’s pushing his hard cock into you. Your back arches, and Peters arms reach under you to pull you as close to him as possible.
He thrusts sharply, dick reaching the deepest parts of you. Your nipples rub against his bare chest, the sound of skin slapping skin echos through the room.
You can barely catch your breath at how good everything feels, and your toes curl as you feel your orgasm approaching.
“Cum for me Y/N” he hums, pressing his lips yours and you struggle to kiss him back as your high washes over you.
Your hips jerk in pleasure, walls contracting around him and bringing him to his own peak. He fills you up, grunting you name as he spills inside of you.
Peter breathes heavily, burying his face in your neck as you both come down.
So much for boundaries.
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this is the most different thing I’ve ever written, let me know if y’all want more like this just tryna to ease my way into some darker stuff!
Your fellow avenger and friend Peter hears you coughing in your room, of course the superhero in him had to come make sure you were alright
Eyes closed in pure relaxation, music playing from your tv and a blunt burning your hand; you think this must be the closest thing to heaven on Earth there is.
You take another pull, coughing a bit at the burn in your throat. But it’s worth it to experience the way the music sounds especially beautiful to your ears right now. To have all the anxiety of the day melt away just from inhaling.
You smile to yourself, hitting the blunt again and once again coughing. Fuck, you gotta take a smaller hit you reprimand yourself internally with a giggle, but you quickly go silent at the sound of approaching footsteps.
You scramble to hide your lighter and all other evidence of your recreational drug use as you hear a knock on your door.
“Y/N, you’ve been coughing all night; are you okay? Do you have a cold?”
You almost sigh in relief at the sound of Peter Parker’s concerned voice from behind your door.
“Is something burning? Y/N, open up!” He calls impatiently now and you cover your mouth at his naiveness. For a genius he sure could be slow.
He must’ve finally put two and two together when he exclaims, “oh my god! are you smoking weed?” just pushing open your door at this point and you gasp.
“Geez, Peter are you gonna announce it to the whole compound? Shut the door!” You whisper yell.
He steps in and closes the door behind him, making himself right at home in your bed.
“Ummm, I did not say for you to get in my bed Pete! I’m having a….self care night.” You explain and he rolls his eyes.
“Wow, what if I wanted to join your smoke sesh?” He asks almost too seriously and you raise an eyebrow.
“Since when does Spider-Man smoke weed?”
“I like to drink. But sometimes with my spider senses, I don’t like how being drunk makes me feel. But a joint every now then helps me relax” he shrugs. You can’t help but soften at the somewhat personal confession. Of course the team were all pretty close, but its hard to talk about how your powers and obligations can affect you.
You pull the blunt out again, handing it to him with a suggestive wiggle of your eyebrows. You grab the lighter and he takes it too.
The glow of the flame illuminates his face for a moment and you watch him as he takes his first pull. You’re still high, and can’t help but study him. The way his big hands looked holding the lighter. How pretty his hair was.
He smirks when he catches you staring.
“Take a picture Y/N, it’ll last longer” he jokes
as he exhales. Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes.
He passes the blunt back to you.
“Why do you smoke?” He asks, his soft brown eyes watching you with care.
You shrug, in similar fashion to him.
“I dunno, why does anyone? I like being high”
Peter laughs a little, “That’s why I like you….”
You don’t don’t know why those five words have such an effect on you.
“You like me?” You can’t help but ask, feeling incredibly dumb afterwards.
Peter shifts to be closer to you, “I really do actually. When I heard you coughing, I was gonna try to swoop in and take care of you in your hour of need. But this even better, and I’m glad you’re not sick” he confesses.
And your stuck with a silly grin, body buzzing from THC and excitement alike.
He reaches out a hand to grab the blunt from you, and you expect him to to take another hit. Instead he ashes it and places it on the nightstand.
He leans forward, “I didn’t think it was possible, but somehow you’re even prettier when you’re high” his voice whispers, a little gruffer now.
And he meant every word. The way your eyes got lower every time you took a puff had his dick already half hard. And fuck, he wanted to commit the smell of you to memory.
“Maybe it’s the weed…” you giggle, “…but I really wanna fuck you”
Peter feels his body go into overdrive at your words, every fiber of his being telling him to fill you up right then.
“Is it just the weed?” He hums, placing a hand on your thigh, thumb stroking the exposed skin there. You shake your head, climbing into his lap and his hands immediately relocate to your waist.
“Nah, I’ve wanted to fuck your for a while actually Spider-Boy” you tease, rocking your hips against him and he pulls you even tighter.
“It’s Spider-Man” he corrects you before finally pressing his lips to yours. You kiss him back like it’s the last the last thing you’d ever do, his mouth sweet from the berry fusion wrap you’d smoked. You feel yourself grow wetter with each passing second, whining against him.
“I wanna ride you” you pant, finally breaking away from the kiss and Tom groans, making quick work of both of your underwear and his own.
“Fuck, you can do anything you want” he replies and you push him back against the bed. He looked so good lying there beneath you, and you can’t can’t him inside of you fast enough.
Peter sits up on his elbows to watch you sink down on his dick, jaw going slack at feeling of your wetness squeezing him just right.
“Oh my god, Pete, I can feel you so deep” you moan once you’re finally settled and he can barely string the words together enough to speak.
“Take you shirt off, please” he grunts and you comply, pulling your top over your head slowly. Only breaking eye contact when the shirt breaks your line of vision. You can feel his dick throb inside of you as his eyes falls to your tits, wasting no time taking them in his hands and massaging.
Your hips start moving almost on their own accord at the feel of his big hands on your breasts. You take your first tentative bounce, already feeling the first traces of pleasure at the way he filled you so perfectly.
Peter’s fingers find your nipples, playing with and pinching them as you bounce harder on top of him. Your own hands steady yourself on his strong chest, continuing your movements. Something about it turned you on so much. Spider-Man himself beneath you, fucking you. Letting you use him to make yourself cum.
You feel your high approaching, hips stuttering. Peters brown curls were beginning to stick to his forehead, damp with sweat. So handsome.
He can tell you’re close, hands moving to grip your ass and help you grind against him.
“I’m so close Pete…” you whisper, voice needy and Peter plants his feet in the mattress; hips thrusting upwards to fuck up into you.
You gasp as he pounds you from below, head falling forward and you can’t even warn him before you’re coming all over his cock.
You shake above him, and Peter is mesmerized by the way you look. He pushes into you slower now, but still deep as he feels his own orgasm washing over him.
You and Tom have been more than friends but less than lovers for a while now. You’re afraid of love but he wants you to stay the night….
You stretch next to Tom, sitting up in his bed. He had almost fallen asleep, but shifts when he feels you move. He wraps his arms around your waist and you sigh.
“Tom you know I have to leave..” you say, removing his hands from their grip on you. You move to grab your clothes but he stops you.
“No you don’t.”
He whispers grimly, and this was the part you dreaded every time you came over here. You and Tom had met long ago, friendship turning into something just a little more when the two of you began sneaking into one another’s beds. You knew Tom had feelings for you, and you wouldn’t deny that you felt for him too. But you wouldn’t let your heart get broken again.
Especially not by him. You’d never be able to escape the memory of him, seeing his face every time one of his movies came out and through all of your mutual friends. It was just too much.
“I want you to stay Y/N. So stay” he admits gently, taking your hand in his. You shake your head, why couldn’t he just let you leave.
“Tom, maybe we should stop seeing each other like this” you whisper, watching his face change at your words.
“Y/N, no. I don’t understand, don’t you want more than just sex? Because I do, I want you. All of you. I’m not ashamed to say that I care for you, and I know you care about me too. So why are you holding back from me; from us?”
You turn towards the man staring at you so intensely you almost melt under his gaze.
“Tom, I just can’t handle another heartbreak right now. And I value you so much as person and a friend. I don’t want to lose that.” You explain, even though something deep inside you was begging for you to just give him a chance.
“Babe, pain and heartbreak are a part of life. You can’t let fear prevent you from enjoying and experiencing new things…like maybe a relationship with me-“ he adds in with small chuckle and you smile.
“But Y/N I promise you, I will do everything in my power to make sure that you don’t get hurt”
“It’s not that simple” you argue and Tom pulls you down onto the bed.
“It could be..” he whispers, climbing on top of you. He uses your nakedness to his advantage, kissing the exposed skin of your chest. Your body shivers at the feeling of his lips on your skin, eyes falling shut when he takes your nipple into his mouth. His tongue rolls over the hard bud and you shiver.
“Tom…” you murmur his name and he looks up at you.
“Just let me take care of you” his voice washes over you, words twisting something deep in your core.
He slides down, breathe fanning over the most sensitive part of you.
His licks up your folds, pausing and sucking when he gets to your clit. You squeal and reach down to grab his hair, still sensitive from your previous activities.
You tug at his hair and he hums, your hips jerking at the vibration it sends through your core. Toms hands caress yours sides before gripping your wriggling hips to keeps you in place.
“Stay still and let me taste you darling” he whispers, breath fanning over your wet pussy and you can’t help but whimper.
“Be a good girl so I can put my fingers in, you gonna stay still for me?” He asks and you nod because how could you say no to anything he asked when he looked so fucking good between your legs.
He leans forward and kisses your clit when you nod, letting go of you with one of his hands. You can feel the tip of his finger at your hole and you put all your effort into being still as he slides one of his long fingers inside of you. He quickly adds another, curling the long digits as he pumps them in and out.
“Fuck, Tom!” You cry out, eyes shut in pleasure.
You feel that tug low in your belly as he works you open.
“Doing such a good job for me baby” he praises you before attaching his mouth back to your pussy. Your toes curl as your orgasm hits you, unable to stop the way your body shakes as you cum on Toms face.
Tom keeps his mouth on you through the whole thing and you have to push his head away when you finally come down.
You’re still trying to catch your breath when Tom comes up to look at you,
“I want you, more than this” Tom reminds you with a kiss, you feel drunk on him.
His soft hair tickles your forehead and his hands come up to cup your face. The weight of him on top you feels so right and everything in that moment was bliss.
You were scared of getting hurt, but if you could have more moments like this? Then you knew trying with Tom would be worth it.
“I want you too Tom…” you tell him, wrapping your arms around him “…let’s try”
“Thank you…” was all he whispered, lining himself up with your entrance.
Your head falls backwards the second he pushes into you, nails digging into his shoulders. He fucks you like he has something to prove, his sharp, deep thrusts hitting all the right spots.
“Fuck babe!” You moan out when he pushes one of your legs up and your toes curl at the new angle.
You finally gather yourself enough to look up at him, body glistening with sweat and face contorted in pleasure. You can’t help but moan at sight, boosting Toms ego.
“You look so pretty. Looking up at me while I fuck you” he grunts, pounding you even harder now. You wrap both your legs around his waist, feeling yourself grow close. The brunette reaches down to rub your clit and then your orgasm is washing over you.
“I’m gonna cum Y/N” Tom pants, and you clench your walls around him.
“Cum for me Tommy ” you hum, voice completely sexed out before licking his earlobe and he’s done for.
Toms hips stutter as he spills into you and you rock your hips against him until he’s finished.
He catches his breath, looking at you with a smile.
“Did you mean what you said?” He asks and you nod sleepily.
“I did, but can we talk about it in the morning? I’m tired” you giggle and Tom moves to get off of you but you pull him back down. He settles on top of you with a grin.
“So your staying?”
“I’m gonna stay, Tom”
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so much going on rn the fandoms are eating remember my inbox is always open & I love u!
hello everyone im back(ish)!! things have been a bit chaotic but I have missed all the talent on here. also thankyou all so so much for 900!!! nearly fainted when I saw that ;) so have a little teaser of a one shot I got done x
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“I was gonna phone dad in the break if you fancy-“
“No abso-fucking-lutely not. Have you not seen the messages about his laptop breaking? I’m not listening to him rant about that for hours and hours on end.”
“You make him sound unbearable!”
“Tom, your the eldest child. You should’ve learnt this by now.”
“He’s just passiona-“
“He loves a moan! Just for the love of god don’t tell him I’m here and do be prepared for me to say I told you so.” The younger brother gleamed as he opened the door to his brothers (and therefore his too) trailer.
Toms newest project had been filming in Atlanta on the big Sony sets for nearly 2 months, which meant they hadn’t seen the family in that long either. True to his word though, without fail, he would always find time to call home. Something which especially recently, had been the most necessary - to keep him sane. It hadn’t been the easiest, so Tom had fallen on his most reliable support much more often.
“When did you become a moody 16 year old again?” Tom muttered, flopping on the sofa as he watched Harry sit on the beanbag across from him. It was not a surprise Harry didn’t grace his shit comeback with a response, instead just sighing - already preoccupied on his phone.
Barely 30 seconds later and Tom had to admit to himself that his younger brother was, once again, right. Dom was droning on and on as if his laptop trouble was the only issue in the world and Tom had barely got a chance to say hello. Already tuned out, his attention was easily sidetracked from the conversation to Harry- who’s phone started ringing angrily.
He took notice of how Harry’s eyebrows furrowed looking at the caller ID, clearly this was much more interesting than whatever his dad was saying.
“Hello?… umm I don’t think so, cos of what happened… Anyas number? I do have it, I don’t know that she’ll-… is everything ok?”
Tom had gone from intruiged to downright worried. Chewing on his bottom lip he sat forward, glaring at Harry intensely to try and get the insider info.
He’d already pieced together it was something to do with Y/n. Anya is her best friend, her ride or die, the person who knew her inside out. And ‘what happened’ clearly referred to what had happened between Tom and Y/n. As in the end of Tom and Y/n.
And Harry seemed worried. Which meant Tom was ten times more worried. It was Y/n after all.
Things between the two hadn’t really stopped- that was Tom’s issue these past months. It’s all good and well saying it was the end, but you just can’t stop feelings like that. Not when you’re two years deep and helplessly in love like Tom was.
And Y/n was the same too.
The breakup wasn’t for lack of emotion or love for the other. It was for the long distance, for the public pressure, for all the external factors that seemed like the end of the world.
Both of them had learnt the hard way that maybe they weren’t. That maybe they’d made a mistake.
lemme know if you want to see the rest! will hopefully be at least a wee bit less angsty at the end ;)
this has been in my drafts for weeks and its just been annoying me so have it - not proofread so sorry if its illegible!
Tom Holland x reader
summary: the father of the brides wedding speech
warnings: light references to smut, alcohol, mentions of grief
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“Hello everyone, I’m very pleased you could all celebrate with us on such a magical day. We are of course here in honour of the union of two people, one of which being my gorgeous daughter. I feel as though I should skip the normal father-of-the-bride speech because most of you will already know how unbelievably amazed I am by Y/n everyday. So instead… I thought I’d talk you through the story of Tom becoming my son-in-law.”
The air in the room stilled, with a collective sense of foreboding about what your dad would go on to say. None more so than you and your new husband. Both of you squirmed in your seats and you took the opportunity to grab his hand under the table. The action was meant to reassure Tom- though really you had no assurance yourself.
“Now I am sure most of you here know just how much I have resented Tom through the four painful years he has spent worming his way into my family. And, as proven by the fact we are here today - you can see my efforts to push Y/n away from him have hopelessly and tragically failed. “
The whole room laughed- if a little nervously. Except your family, the people who knew your dad incredibly well… because you could see the little grin that kept attempting to takeover his whole face- having to be consciously withheld. He was having a bit of fun, just making sure it was super awkward for Tom too. You felt yourself relax back, which only made Toms apprehension even more entertaining.
“I have, at times, been told off by multiple people for being ‘too harsh’ on Tom here. So I am using this speech as my legal statement, sworn truth under oath…. so that you can all make your individual minds up as to whether I was just being ‘an uptight old fart’ like Y/n has described me on numerous occasions. Or… if my anger and disapproval have been justified. So sit back and enjoy the reasons why I hate the spiderboy.”
this has been in my drafts for weeks and its just been annoying me so have it - not proofread so sorry if its illegible!
Tom Holland x reader
summary: the father of the brides wedding speech
warnings: light references to smut, alcohol, mentions of grief
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“Hello everyone, I’m very pleased you could all celebrate with us on such a magical day. We are of course here in honour of the union of two people, one of which being my gorgeous daughter. I feel as though I should skip the normal father-of-the-bride speech because most of you will already know how unbelievably amazed I am by Y/n everyday. So instead… I thought I’d talk you through the story of Tom becoming my son-in-law.”
The air in the room stilled, with a collective sense of foreboding about what your dad would go on to say. None more so than you and your new husband. Both of you squirmed in your seats and you took the opportunity to grab his hand under the table. The action was meant to reassure Tom- though really you had no assurance yourself.
“Now I am sure most of you here know just how much I have resented Tom through the four painful years he has spent worming his way into my family. And, as proven by the fact we are here today - you can see my efforts to push Y/n away from him have hopelessly and tragically failed. “
The whole room laughed- if a little nervously. Except your family, the people who knew your dad incredibly well… because you could see the little grin that kept attempting to takeover his whole face- having to be consciously withheld. He was having a bit of fun, just making sure it was super awkward for Tom too. You felt yourself relax back, which only made Toms apprehension even more entertaining.
“I have, at times, been told off by multiple people for being ‘too harsh’ on Tom here. So I am using this speech as my legal statement, sworn truth under oath…. so that you can all make your individual minds up as to whether I was just being ‘an uptight old fart’ like Y/n has described me on numerous occasions. Or… if my anger and disapproval have been justified. So sit back and enjoy the reasons why I hate the spiderboy.”
