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oversexed | tom holland

some steamy stuff for @tbholland’s steamy saturday (which you should definitely check out and participate in because holy hell) :-0

(excuse any errors bc i’m not 100% sure there aren’t any)

prompt: tom feels sexiest after the gym; all the sweat and exertion puts a little more self confidence and.. eagerness into him. so, one day when he gets home after a particularly grueling workout, he’s very obviously feeling and acting as he usually does; sexy, sly, and driven.

words: 1900+

warnings: heavy implications toward sex, suggestive scenes- the title says it all i guess

Soft white sunlight blanketed the kitchen as you cleaned off the counters, wiping off the thin film of dust that had collected over the course of the day. Cleaning helped you pass the time whenever you were alone. Your boyfriend, Tom, was out at the gym yet again. With his lively presence missing while he was away, it was almost eerily quiet throughout the house. You had put on some music to compensate for such an emptiness and your playlist became the soundtrack to your little kitchen cleaning session. Tom’s shirt hung loosely off your shoulders and brushed against your thighs, just below your shorts, whenever your legs moved. A small smile spread across your face as the song changed over from “Hotter Than Hell” to “Puppeteer.”

Halfway into the song, the front door to your apartment creaked open. The loose floorboard in the foyer audibly whined in response to Tom’s weight who, obviously, had returned from another exercise session. He tried not to miss them even though he didn’t completely enjoy them; he was definitely fit enough that he had to push himself to see any improvement, but he didn’t need a lot of that at this point. The frequent work outs were mostly to maintain his physique. The way he felt afterwards, though.. that made up for all of it. Tom was relatively confident most of the time but after the gym he felt especially sexy. And his moods translated into his actions. Maybe it was the exertion, or the endorphins, or the sweating, but working out just did something for him. You appreciated it- very much so.

Tom’s slightly sweaty form appeared in the entryway of the kitchen. Already you could sense his confident mood from where you stood. His eyes were glazed over, expression heavy with something like eagerness that you couldn’t pinpoint from where he was- a little too far away from you.

“Hey, love,” you greeted him, letting go of the wash rag in your hand. Soon as you circled around the kitchen island, Tom’s eyebrows shot up in response. His hungry gaze fell to your body.

“Hello to you, too,” he responded, voice rich and husky. His tone sent an almost violent shiver down your spine.

You cleared your throat and rubbed the back of your neck. Tom stalked over to the fridge with the intention of getting a bottle of water, but his eyes drank you in and sized you up wth every step. Suddenly the sun wasn’t the only thing warming your skin.

Tom reached into the refrigerator for a water and his arms flexed just enough for you to notice when he opened it. You wondered if he did it on purpose; you didn’t mind it in the least if it was.

You allowed your body to lean up against the counter and your eyes travel up and down Tom’s figure; you enjoyed the view. “How was it?” You asked. “The gym, I mean.”

Tom shrugged, lifting the hem of his tank top to brush away the water that dripped from his lips onto his chin. The gesture compelled your eyes to eat up the view of his taut abdomen, and your own stomach came alive with butterflies as you glanced. Tom didn’t miss your stare and this time only one eyebrow was raised at you.

“Stealing glances, aren’t we?” Tom inquired, sending a crimson blush to the apples of your cheeks. A smirk crossed his face and a husky laugh fell from his lips. “Mm, don’t worry, love. I am too.”

His words left you a little dumbstruck and made goosebumps travel across your skin. You were now much more aware of Tom’s every movement— and your own. Your boyfriend bit his lower lip briefly before speaking, putting rather unholy thoughts into your mind.

“But the gym was fine.” Tom firmly set the water bottle he had on the kitchen counter behind him. “If I had known you would be looking like this, though… I might not have gone.”

You now saw the look in his eyes: lust of a sort. It sent a soft tremor through your body.

“Stop it, you,” you murmured breathily, but not really meaning it, considering you said it through a smile. Tom usually wasn’t so sexed up, even after the gym. That being said.. you happened to enjoy it.

Tom shrugged. “Whatever you say, darling.” Your phone emitting music from its speakers caught his eye. He pressed the home button to view the song playing.

“What have you been doing, darling? Dancing around?” He teased. You bit your lip and shook your head.

“Hardly. I’ve just been cleaning,” you told him. He sighed softly, almost groaning.

“Too bad. I like it when you dance.”

Tom turned to reach for his water again and you found yourself letting out a sharp breath, taking in all that he was saying. Doing. Thinking. Your heart was racing so fast and hard that you could feel it in your throat. How were you to respond, really? Perhaps it didn’t matter, because Tom could probably turn whatever you said into something suggestive because of the mood he was in. And that mood was.. it was something. Intriguing. Exciting. He meant it to be that way, you were sure.

When Tom whirled around again, he did it so that he could make his way over to you. Your breath hitched the same way it did when your relationship was new and, really, the same way it did whenever the sexual tension between you two was as thick as it was.

Tom offered you his water, standing just barely six inches away from you. “Thirsty?” He inquired. Your mouth was a little dry, but not in a way that water would have helped. You shook your head.


Tom furrowed his eyebrows, giving you a curious look. But it seemed almost fake, as if he’d scripted what he was going to say and do to you before he even walked in the door.

“Nervous, love?”

You paused, taking a deep breath and shrugging your shoulders. Composing yourself. “I’m just sizing up your mood,” you said. The sudden firmness in your voice surprised you a little, and Tom, too, judging from the way his eyes widened. But he didn’t drop his suggestive demeanor.

“Mmm. What is it to you, then?” Suddenly his fingers were walking up the side of your thigh, traveling to the bottom of his shirt that you wore. Your tongue darted out to lick your lip; Tom’s eyes darkened in response to that. As much as he took the lead in the situation, you
had him wrapped around your little finger with every move you made. He wasn’t only high off of his endorphins, but drunk off of you, as well

“Seems like you want something.” You cocked an eyebrow at him and tilted your head to the side. Tom bit down on his bottom lip,
his eyelids lowered. A mischievous smirk adorned his features. Yes, that was definitely lust written across his face. A million scenarios and thoughts raced through your mind in that moment.

“I guess you could say that,” he said lowly.

Tom slid his hands up your shirt to touch the bare skin of your hips. His hands were warm and soft, dexterous and almost delicate in nature, but their intentions were anything but that. You placed your hands on his forearms and looked up; he was staring at you intensely, waiting for a response. Whether he wanted it to be verbal or not, you didn’t know.

You straightened up and kissed him softly, but barely long enough for him to kiss you back before you pulled away. Actions spoke louder than words, you supposed. And right now, what you were doing was making your mind scream in anticipation, your skin burning red hot as it pressed against Tom’s.

Something like a low growl resonated from his throat when your lips left his. He wasn’t keen on your affection disappearing; he craved it. You really did have him hooked on you, like some sort of crazy drug. Even with his mood from the gym playing with him, giving him control over the situation, his actions were still following yours. He pulled you ever so closer to him, your body close enough to his that you felt the heat radiating off of him. Having gained some confidence, you looked him dead in the eyes.

“I’m positive you do,” you whispered. Tom looked almost impatient at this point.

“It’s not kind to tease, love,” he stated, pulling your hips flush against his. Your cheeks burned as his hands moved further up your body, bringing his shirt with them.

You cleared your throat. “Well, I don’t think you’re playing very nice either.”

Tom chuckled and gave you a knowing look. His hands toyed with the idea of pulling the shirt off of you, as if teasing you back. “Playing nice isn’t my thing, princess.”

You didn’t even have a response to that; you were so tongue tied and dumbstruck. And as confident as Tom was acting, his teeth dug into his lip in a way that told you he was becoming impatient, too. The games were fun, but the reward was better.

A split second later, your lips crashed against his, capturing them eagerly and passionately. You were already breathing shallowly: such a kiss left you gasping when you took breaths. Tom’s hands fell just a little farther down to grab for your waist again and your arms encircled his neck.

“God, you’re sweaty,” you giggled breathlessly, feeling his hair briefly. Really, he wasn’t that sweaty, but you noticed it. Tom scoffed lightly back.

“Maybe you should shower,” you suggested.

“Why shower when I’m about to get dirty again?” He shrugged. The line was somewhat cliche but left you blushing even harder anyway.

Tom broke the kiss to leave a trail of kisses down your jawline, groaning softly against your skin. Your eyes shut and the heels of your feet left the ground. Tom gripped you underneath your thighs and wrapped your legs around him. Another soft laugh left your mouth.


“Mhm.” A few seconds passed before Tom set you down on the kitchen counter, kissing down to the side of your neck. Only now did you notice the music still playing; “Hotel Confidential.”

“Planning on leaving the music playing? Or are we heading somewhere else?”

Tom’s chuckle reverberated against your throat, your skin buzzing softly. You let out a content moan.

“Unless you want to move..” he paused, mouth lingering at the space on your neck that always left you just a little shakier. You gasped softly.

“I didn’t plan on it,” he finished. Butterflies danced ever more intensely in the pit of your stomach. The kitchen counter provided much needed support because your legs were shaking so hard in anticipation that you would’ve probably fallen otherwise. Tom’s hand held the side of your neck, thumb tracing light circles into your skin. You placed your thumb underneath his chin and pushed his mouth up so you could kiss him again, but a little slower to allow you both to breathe.

“I’ll have to clean these counters all over again,” you teased, inserting a faux whine into your voice. It somehow made your boyfriend shiver nonetheless.

“Mm.. maybe I’ll help you out with that, too,” he suggested. Something between a laugh and a groan left your mouth.

As Tom peeled his t-shirt slowly up and of your torso and let his mouth latch onto your neck again, you thanked whatever god may have existed in that moment for the gym.

Take Me To Your Leader

Written in 30 minutes for the latest @txf-prompt-box challenge.

I set myself a limit of 500 words because I wanted something short and sharp. This is NSFW. It’s been smut Sunday here today!

Tagging @today-in-fic. 

It’s dawn-dark, a soft glow of grey light rising off the horizon. Stars are fading. The moon is hanging on. It’s a dreamscape. Surreal in the unnatural light, surreal in the way the earth is floating away. Surreal in the way Mulder is kneeling in front of her, fingers unbuttoning her fly one moment, then sending jet flames up into the balloon hull to keep them flying high.

She should be really pissed at him. She should be charging him with theft, or deception or both. But he’s pushing her against the side of the basket, pulling her panties down and spreading her apart he can calm her down the best way he knows. His tongue is cold against her clit, and it’s heaven against the heat of the flames. The roaring noise covers her building moans and she bucks her hips forward as he delves deeper and deeper. She grips his hair, and the backs of her hands burn. But she could lose the skin for all she cares now, he’s so expert at this. His stubble is scraping the skin at the top of her thighs and the friction is delicious. She’s riding his face and the feel of his chin against her ass sends electricity jolting through her. His nose is buried deep and she writhes around it until he pulls away for air. As he sends bolt of flame up, he uses his fingers to keep her going.

In her periphery, morning is splitting the sky with its gold. The sunrise mirrors her own awakening and she stretches out her hands on the edges of the basket, gripping as sparks explode and she comes hard against his face. He leaves his tongue flattened at her core as she ripples like the new dawn.

She slumps to the cabin floor and he’s grinning at her. He’s literally stolen a hot air balloon for her. Because she said she’d never been in one before. There are two of them in a basket being held up by strings and silk, floating on hot air, hundreds of feet above the rural Virginian countryside. She looks up and laughs again at the balloon he has chosen.

“You will no longer be able to deny that you’ve seen a space craft floating above you, Scully.”

She shakes her head and leans forward to kiss his slick face. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Take me to your leader?”

He kneels up and she unzips his fly. He’s rock hard and ready. “I am the leader, Mulder.”


Can we talk about Tom Holland’s arms?

Baby girl

CEO!Ash - This is pure fucking filth alright

Words: 6.1k

“Miss y/n, what’s your input on this?”

You heard your colleague’s voice in the background. But you didn’t react to it. You were focused on something else. Rather someone else. Your boss, that was sitting on the other end of the table, twisting and twirling a pen between his long, slender fingers. He was completely staring at you, head cocked to one side in a rather smug attitude. He was young, not much older than you. Only by a year or two. It always amazed you how successful he was for his age, but with that charm - although he most of the time radiated arrogance… and that smile, his success did not surprise you.

You’d lie if you said you weren’t attracted to him. Hell, that man could have his way with you without you even questioning it, you wouldn’t mind at all. In fact, you wanted it. You wanted him to fuck you, and by judging the look he was giving you, you understood he knew that, too. What made your chest rise and your heartbeat increase, was the fact that he tugged on the collar of his shirt. Then, he gazed up at you again, and the look he was shooting you this time made you weak. He wanted it, too.

“Miss?” your colleague repeated.

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