i'm sorry tom x)

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Bonus:

  • Peter: Don't say a word!
  • Wade: ....fergalicious.
  • Peter: I said no words!
  • Wade: Oh, I see how it is. Two weeks ago, playing Scrabble, it wasn't a word, but now it is. How convenient for you.
psa to all hollanders!!

please tell me that tom did not get a mole removed because people were saying shit about it? please please please tell me that we are not the fandom that makes their idol PHYSICALLY CHANGE something about them because we “don’t like it” or “hah it’s a meme now”. this is so fucked up.

the frog bullshit has to end NOW. it’s not funny. it’s not a meme. it’s not friendly banter. it’s offensive. it’s bullying. and it’s sure as hell not something fans should be doing.

people shouldn’t have to change the way they were born because you “it looks funny”. he said in an interview that he was relatively self confident. so who the FUCK are we to try and tear him down. he’s perfectly fine with how he looks, and for some of you to make fun of it is just awful.

if i see another frog meme joke about tom, i’m reporting your blog; idc if i follow/love your account, this needs to end.

not without you — t.h

Originally posted by daisyisobelridley

summary: a bunch of scenarios in which you and your boyfriend are a little too extra and can’t sleep without holding each other’s hand. 

author’s note: uh yes hello this is so unrealistic and i’m embarassed to say these are my three a.m thoughts so don’t judge me !! might delete this?? idk yet i’ll see how i feel about it lol. 


  • so we all know that tom would be a complete sucker for hand holding
  • he basically holds your hand everywhere you go
  • even when you two are just casually chilling and watching tv he’d be holding your hand
  • your favorite thing ever would be when he’d wrap his arms around you from behind and lock your fingers together ugh that made you so soft
  • and maybe him getting so use to holding your hand got him to develop a bad habit of not being able to sleep without it??
  • sounds crazy but hear me out
  • so let’s start with tom having a bad habit of falling asleep on you
  • you can’t blame him because he’s always filming or working and his schedule gets so busy sometimes that he sleeps whenever he gets the chance
  • you find it really cute honestly
  • because you two could be in a car or at the store or literally anywhere and that boy would fall asleep on you
  • at the store you’d be looking at something and tom would be standing behind you, holding your hand obviously but also trying really hard to keep his eyes open
  • he’d fail miserably, leading to his head falling on your shoulder
  • he’d kiss it softly before completely dozing off.
  • you’d put your hand to the back of his head and run your fingers through his curls
    • “you sleepy?”
    • “mhm”
  • if you two were in a car he’d fall asleep the same way, his head on your shoulder or sometimes your lap, but mostly your shoulder
  • your hand would be laying on your side so he’d wrap his arm around your waist just so he can get to your hand
  • like he has one of your hands but clingy baby wants both
  • you’re such a sucker for these types of moments and you always lean down to kiss his head because he’s TOO CUTE
  • like can u imagine?? he just wants to hold ur hand?? like?? that’s all he wants??
  • okay anyways let’s continue so one specific day, you two were in a car and tom was asleep on you and you pull your hand out of his for a minute
  • and he just wakes up??
  • like eyes opens, alert, and pouty as fucking ever
    • “why you awake, bub?”
    • “gimme your hand”

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“when did you get so beautiful?” (t.h)

summary: roommate!tom ft. a quick little thing inspired & from this list
requested by: anon 
warnings: dear god there’s so much fluff i’m drowning 

Originally posted by peter-and-mj



Tom’s room was lit up with only the glow of his TV replaying an old episode of Friends, his concentration on the familiar show faltering as he continuously reminded himself to stop glancing down at you next to him. Your eyes were trained on the TV, various lines and scenes evoking a smile or small laugh and both were enough to send a flutter in his chest. He had to stop himself from verbally scolding himself as to how cliche he was beginning to feel. 

However, his little trance was snapped as you sat up, looking over at the brunette boy with a light smile, hitting his knee and proceeding to ask him, “want any more popcorn?” 

He nodded, “M’yeah, that sounds good. Thanks,” he answered, giving you a grin in return. He couldn’t even help himself from smiling at even that.

Get ahold of yourself, Tom, he reminded himself. You fucking live with her.  

You put a hand up to your chest, faking shock as your mouth dropped. “And who said I was going to make it? I just asked if you wanted it. I didn’t offer to actually make it,” you teased, poking him in the arm. His jaw dropped, a dumbfound expression taking over his features that you had caught yourself appreciating on more than a few occasions.  

“What kind of person asks a question like that, denies making it, and then proceeds to poke someone? This is blasphemy,” he said, throwing his arms up and rolling his eyes over-dramatically. 

“I’m kidding, Holland, I’ve got it,” you giggled, swinging your legs over the edge of his bed, which you had occupied along with him for the last few hours of your Netflix binge. He shook his head, protesting as you got up. 

“No, hey, I’ve got it. Just chill here,” he insisted, grabbing your wrist and gently tugging you back. His grip lingered on your wrist as you turned back to look at him. 

“Oh yeah? Make me,” you taunted, a playful smile spreading on your lips as he threw his head back. 

“Don’t do this the hard way, Y/L/N, you know what I’ll do,” he warned, an equally playful smirk on his own lips. 

Your eyes widened, “You wouldn’t, Holland,” you seethed. 

“Oh but I would,” he chuckled, letting go of your wrists and reaching for your sides. He pulled you back onto the bed fully, fingertips finding their way to your sides. Involuntary laughter left you as his fingers moved to your ribs, your hands moving wildly to defend yourself. He paused, looking down at you with an evil grin. His grin faltered however. Your lips were parted, catching your breath from all the laughter and ticking sensations, hair splayed across one of his pillows, and he had just fully come to realize he was practically straddling your lap. He cleared his throat, hands resting now on either side of your head. 

He couldn’t help himself, not bothering to stop the words tumbling from his mouth, “when did you get so beautiful?” You looked up at him, internally trying to suppress the growing pink tint in your cheeks. 

“Oh hush, I always look like this. It’s very unbecoming if I may say so right now and I don’t even have any make-” You began. Before you could finish your denial, Tom hesitantly leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was slow, gentle, and a little too cautious. 

He pulled away, stammering, “I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that, but you need to know you are beautiful and-” 

It was your turn to cut him off, bringing a hand behind his neck and pulling him in for a kiss that was definitely less cautious and more sure. 

Je T’aime

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You have a huge crush on Peter. You know he doesn’t know French as well as Spanish, so you randomly flirt with him in French. Until Peter catches on.

I try to keep these as gender neutral, I’m sorry. French is very specific with masc. and fem. words, I tried.

(This is my first one, it’s short and sucks, sorry. Btw I am taking French, and I’m terrible at it so I used Google Translate. If you notice something totally off and want me to fix it, please let me know.)


     You grabbed your backup, pushing past students towards the cafeteria. Please, walk slower, it’s not like people have places to go, you thought angrily. You pushed open the lunch doors, looking around for your friends. You made eye contact with Peter from across the room, quickly smiling and waving at him. Peter smiled back and waved you over. Butterflies filled your stomach, making your face feel warm. Why is he so amazing? 

      “Hey Y/N!” Ned cheered when you sat down.

      You smiled at Ned, “What’s up guys? Anything new?”

       “Well, we have a math test next period. I hope you studied,” Peter answered.

     “Of course I did, beau garçon.” You winked in his direction, causing his face to turn a soft shade of pink. Handsome boy

    MJ snorted next to you, not even looking up from her book.

    “You know, I may not understand French, but one day I’m going to find out what you’re saying.” Peter promised.

     You shrugged, laughing. You highly doubt Peter would spend five minutes looking up the words you’ve said. Especially when he spends all of his time at that Stark Internship.  

    The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. You packed your stuff up, before turning towards the boys, “Au revoir Ned. Au revoir, ma lune.” Goodbye Ned. Goodbye, my moon.

    Peter furrowed his eyebrows, watching you walk away with MJ. “Do you know what she said? Isn’t Spanish similar to French?” It drove him nuts not understanding what you’re saying. Sometimes he think you’re flirting with him, but he doesn’t want his hopes to get too high.

    Ned shrugged, “Doesn’t May know some French? Ask her.”

    Peter faltered his walking for a second, May knows how much he likes you, but does he really want her to be involve with it? “Yeah, okay I’ll ask when I get home.”


     The next day, you walked with MJ towards the steps of the school, talking about your science project due next class.

     “Whatever, I had it done for two weeks. But the real question is, when are you going to tell Peter you like him?” MJ casually slipped out.

     “I already did, like everyday. Not my fault he doesn’t understand me.”

     “You know he’s smart, but he’s oblivious. You call him handsome, love, moon, and you told him you loved him in French! He’s also taking Spanish, I don’t understand how he doesn’t get it.”

    “Wait, you know French? Since when? You’re not in my class.”

    “Maybe I am, you just don’t see me,” she blankly stared ahead, walking faster. 

     Shaking your head in confusion, you followed her to the doors, walking after her. Spotting Ned and Peter at their lockers, you both walked up to them. When you got closer, they glanced towards you, their conversation quickly stopping.

     MJ rolled her eyes, “No please continue your nerdy conversation. We totally care about what you have to say.”

     You elbowed MJ lightly, “Tais-toi.” Shut up. You turned towards Peter and Ned, “Salut les gars. J'aime ta chemise, Ned. Peter, tu es très beau comme toujours.” Hi guys. I love your shirt, Ned. Peter, you are handsome as always.

    Ned smiled brightly, glancing down at his shirt. While, Peter’s face turned red, he tried to cough to cover up his anxiety. Confused, you panicked for a second. They usually didn’t react, or paid attention to what you say in French.

   MJ seemed to get it, though, “Ned, they’re selling ice cream for free at the stand. Let’s go.”

   Ned looked at her, “They don’t sell ice cream here.”

   “Woah, it’s a miracle. Let’s go.” Dragging Ned away, MJ glared at you like a warning glance.

    You turned back to Peter confused, “Um, what was that?”

    He was  nervously playing with his fingers, blushing a deep red. He glanced up at you, down at his hands, and back up, holding eye contact. “I was curious about the things you’ve been saying to me. So, I asked- I asked May about some of the words you told me.”

    He didn’t actually asked May, she barely remembers how to say hello in French. He asked Pepper while he facetime Tony, Pepper being more than happy to help him out. Tony wouldn’t stop teasing him over his crush, but it’s one hundred percent worth it if you felt the same.

    Your heart loudly pumped in your chest, he knows I’ve been flirting with him, it’s all over.

     “You love saying how handsome I am,” Peter smiled widely at you. You groaned, burying your face in your hands. You were doing so well, why did he have to find out?

    “I’m sorry, I didn’t think you’d actually look it up. I’ll stop, I was just trying to practice French,” you mumbled, making up some excuse. 

    “No, please continue. I actually learned something in French, ‘Tu es belle, et j'adorerais être ton petit ami’.” You are beautiful, and I would love to be your boyfriend. That’s what Pepper told me to say, right?

     You stared at him for a second in shock, before laughing. His accent clashed with the french language, but you understood what he was saying. 

   “Je serai ton/ta petit(e) ami(e),” you couldn’t stop smiling, taking a step towards him. I would love to be your boyfriend/girlfriend.

    “I’m assuming you said yes in French,” Peter mumbled, leaning towards you, tilting his head slightly. His eyes wide, feeling excited and nervous at the same time.

    “Oui,” you whispered, meeting him half way, pressing your lips against his. YesMaybe I’ll speak more French to him.

Imagine Tom talking about you in interviews after your child is born:

Pushy Interviewer: So were you there? Did you watch? With my kids I couldn’t watch so I just stayed up by my wife’s head.

Tom: Yeah, man. It definitely is a lot to take in, but I consider it an honor. You know, I grew up in a family of all boys, but my mum always made it very clear our whole childhood that having a baby was like– the most painful thing on this Earth and we needed to respect women for doing that.  

Interviewer: She raised you right, huh?

Tom: I’d like to think so. After we found out she was pregnant, one of the first things she decided was that she wanted to do it naturally. Which, you know, I really respect that. I can’t imagine what that must feel like, so I think it was important that I just be as supportive as I could. The whole process was insane. She did great.

Interviewer: Did you actually cut the cord? I did that with my son.

Tom: I actually didn’t. But I caught her. It was the craziest thing, man. The doctor was there and they said to give one more push and then the nurse literally like grabbed my hands and the doctor guided my daughter into my arms. It was the best moment of my life. I cried.

Interviewer: That’s amazing. Were your parents there?

Tom: Hers and mine both were out in the waiting room. We waited to find out the sex so I got to come out and say it was girl and everyone cheered and my dad cried. It was pretty great.

Interviewer: Now, you guys are both pretty young still, and you’re carrying a massive franchise on your back. How is that going to balance with parenting?

Tom: You know, that’s a good question. I think, for me, it feels really important to be present. I think in this industry, a lot of actors, men in particular, get to have a spouse and a family, but then their job is this separate life and they kind of go away and work and travel the world and leave their partners behind. And that isn’t to pass judgment– different things work for different people. But that was something we talked a lot about. I didn’t want my role as a father to be a side job. So I think for now, the girls will travel with me wherever I’m shooting. 

Interviewer: Wow.

Tom: Yeah, it’s a big sacrifice, on the girls’ part. I mean, the baby won’t remember it, and we haven’t decided what we’ll do when she’s school aged, but it’s a real privilege to be able to have a partner who believes in what I’m doing so much that she’s willing to come along for the ride of it. My hope is that I’ll be able to be a really involved father as a result of it because, you know, I’ll be able to go home to them at the end of every day. Try to be as normal as possible.

Interviewer: Do you have any pictures?

Tom: Do I ever. She’s the prettiest little girl in the world, mate.

Dear Peter

Request: Can I request a peter parker x reader where the reader is a hot mess and one day peter decides to help her clean her room? And while cleaning her room she leaves to get pizza or something. And he finds multiple little letters to peter about how much she loves him but she never sends them to him? (like they are buried underneath her messy room). Lots of Fluff (and a little angst in the letters). I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR WORK BTW I’m a huge fan!

A/N: So I loved this idea so much that I started writing it right away. And as a person with an extremely messy bedroom I am taking offence to my own words. And this is actually kinda personal to me, I’m partially including notes I wrote to someone, exactly one year ago this month, actually. Hope this is what you were looking for!

Word Count: 2576 (Wow this Is the longest fic I’ve ever written)

Warnings: Nah

Masterlist

Day after day, you showed up to school late and in a clutter. Your notes were never in order, when you would open your bag, things would be falling out. You’d given up on your locker. Why bother using it if every time you opened it, something would fall on you?

You ran into chemistry five minutes after the bell, “Y/N, how nice of you to join us,” your teacher smiled.

“Sorry i’m late,” you mumbled, heading towards the back of the class where you shared a lab desk with your best friend Peter Parker.

“Let me guess why you were late today. Couldn’t find your homework in that mess of a bedroom,”

“No,” you said.

Peter raised his eyebrow.

“Fine, yes. You’re right,” you admitted.

“That’s what I thought,”

“Apparently I threw my sweater on top of it, and a pair of pants, and maybe I kept piling things on top while I was looking for it,”

“Christ, Y/N, that’s it, I’m coming over tonight and we’re cleaning your damn bedroom,”

“My bedroom is fine, Peter,”

“Clearly, it’s not. I’m coming over, and we are cleaning,”

“Fine,”

You were certainly going to have to figure out a way out of this one. You had a few things in your bedroom that you really didn’t want Peter to find.

As promised, later that evening Peter showed up at your door.

“Peter, what if I told you that I don’t want you cleaning my bedroom,”

“I’d tell you too bad,”

Peter moved past you and walked into your home.

“Peter, come on, I really don’t want your help,”

“C’mon Y/N, you really need to get organized, you’re going to start getting detentions if you show up late many more times,”

“But what if there are things in my room that I don’t want you seeing?”

“Don’t worry, Y/N, I promise to avert my eyes if there’s any underwear lying around,”

“Not what I meant, but I can see that you’re not giving up, so fine, enter my lair,” you said, stepping aside and allowing Peter into your bedroom.

Peter stepped inside and kind of sighed, “I forgot how messy your room was,”

“Now you know why I always study at your house,”

“And I always thought it was because of little old me,”

“Meh,”

“I don’t even know where to start,” Peter said, looking around.

There were piles of clothes on your floor, books staked on your desk chair, old homework was scattered everywhere, and half your bed was taken up by your computer, clothes, books, and even a few water bottles.

“Ok! So we’re going to start with the garbage,”

“You can’t throw me away, Parker. Not in my own house,”

Peter rolled his eyes, “Just go grab a garbage bag and we’ll get started,”

You and Peter spent what seemed like forever cleaning.

“I’m going to start on your desk while you finish sorting though your clothes,”

“Or…. You could order some food?” Peter added 

You sighed, dropping the shirts you had in your hand, “Pizza okay?”

“Better than okay, I’m starved, and I most definitely don’t want to eat anything else that we’ve come across,”

“Ok, back off Peter, my room’s messy but I don’t have rotting food in here or anything,”

Peter pulled two completely squished chocolate bars off your desk and held them up in front of you, “I beg to differ,”

 “I’m going to go order the pizza,” you said, flipping Peter off. 

You walked out of the room and left Peter to clean off your desk.

Peter continued to clear off what he believed to be was garbage, hopefully he wasn’t throwing away anything that you may need.

There were a few pieces of paper folded up on the corner of your desk under an old coffee mug.

Peter lifted the mug, and placed it at the foot of your bed along with the other three you had found.

Peter began sorting though the papers and came across an envelope with his name on it.

Peter put the rest of the papers down and held the envelope.

I can’t open it, can I?

No.

I shouldn’t.

Peter very much so wanted to open the mysterious envelope that had his name on it.

Peter was still looking at the envelope when you walked back in.

“Y/N, what’s this?” He asked, holding up the envelope to you.

“You didn’t open it, did you?”

“No, of course not, I respect your privacy, I was just wondering what it was,”

You walked towards Peter, and grabbed the envelope from him.

“It’s nothing,” you lied.

“Right,” Peter said, staring at you for a moment before going back to clearing off your desk.

You and Peter cleaned in silence for the next while until the pizza arrived.

“I’ll be back,” you said, leaving the room.

When you came back, Peter was sitting on the ground of your balcony, letting his legs hang out the side through the bars.

You went out and sat down next to Peter, opening the box of pizza to offer him some.

“Are you mad at me?” You asked.

“No, why would I be mad?”

“Because I wouldn’t let you read the letters,”

“No, I understand. There are some things you want to keep private and other things you’re willing to share,”

You took a deep breath and pulled the envelope out of your pocket.

“Christ, I can’t believe I’m doing this,”

Peter watched you, waiting to see what you would do.

“Fuck. Okay. Peter, here,” you said, outstretching your hand to him, giving him the envelope.

“No, Y/N, you clearly don’t want me to read whatever’s in there,”

“Please, take it, Peter. Just, wait until you get home to read it. And, remember that I don’t want what’s in this envelope to change our friendship. You’re still my best friend and I really can’t lose you,”

“Did you confess to a murder in here or something?” Peter joked.

You rolled your eyes, “No, Parker, just, eat your pizza,”

Peter shoved the envelope into his pant pockets and the two of you went on with your evening. You finished your pizza and went back inside to finish cleaning.

It didn’t take you much longer to completely clean your room.

By 10pm your room was rid of garbage and old homework, your clothes were put away in your dresser, and all your old coffee mugs were in the dishwasher.

“I guess I better head home before Aunt May gets worried,”

“Oh, okay,”

Peter walked towards where you were sitting on your bed.

“I’ll read your letters when I get home and talk to you tomorrow,”

Peter kissed your cheek and left.

You said on your bed, heat fluttering from Peter’s kiss. You knew you weren’t going to sleep tonight. You were too worried about how Peter was going to react to your letters.

When Peter got home, he shouted a simple hello to May and ran into his room.

He sat down on the edge of his bed, and pulled out the envelope.

He ripped it open and a handful of letters came out. 

Peter opened the first one, dated just over a year previous, a few months before he had gotten his spidey powers.

Dear Peter,

First of all, fuck you.

Second of all, I can’t believe I’m writing this stupid letter.

I read somewhere that writing things down is a great way to let everything out, so that’s what I’m doing. I’m writing you a letter to tell you how I feel.

You’re my best friend. I love you with all my heart. More than you’ll ever know, really. And if you’re reading this, stop? Because never in a million years would I actually give you this to read. Quit snooping, Parker.

Regardless, I’m always wondering if I should tell you how I feel, so I guess i’ll just do it here because I am WAY too much of a chicken to tell you in person.

I, Y/N Y/L/N, am in love with you Peter Parker.

I can’t remember a time I wasn’t in love with you. I can’t remember a time that you weren’t my entire world. Peter, If you asked, I would find a way to  make a million waves in the ocean crash all at once, just to make you smile.

I still can’t believe I’m writing this down.

I really am in love with you, Peter.

Y/N.

Peter had to re-read the letter what felt like a dozen times. You were in love with him. He didn’t know what to say. He quickly pulled out the next letter. It was dated only a month after the first one.

Peter,

This is so ridiculous that I’m writing to you again. But you drive me insane! Every time I look at you I just want to run my hands through those damn curls of yours and kiss your perfect lips but I can’t. You’re my best friend and I can’t.

You make me so furious. I hate looking at you knowing that I can’t kiss you or be with you, but I also can’t not look at you because i’m in love with your stupid face.

I stand by my statement of fuck you.

Y/N.

Peter looked at the dates on all the letters, they were each dated almost a month apart.

Peter,

I miss you so much, Peter. I know I see you every day, but you’ve been hanging around me and Ned after school a lot less. I love you more than I thought I would love anyone, ever, and I’m scared to lose you. It feels like I’m losing you. I wish we could run away and leave everything behind, just you and me. Please, Peter. I miss you and I’m crying and I wish we were together.

Y/N.

Peter’s heart began to ache, he had no idea you felt this way about him. The next letter was dated after he had become Spiderman and had begun his Stark internship.

Peter,

It’s not fair that everything reminds me of you. It’s not fair that while you’re off doing whatever it is you do after school, whether its the Stark internship or not, I’m lying here awake, crying, trying not to think of you but all I can do is cry over the fact that I’ve lost you. It’s not fair that I’m going to cry myself to sleep. It’s not fair that we broke. I’m a good person. I don’t deserve this pain. I haven’t done anything to deserve this much pain. It’s not fair that life is so painful. I don’t deserve this pain. I just want you back. That’s all I want. I just want you. Why does living have to be so hard?
I still feel numb. After crying for three hours tonight, I haven’t felt anything. Nothing feels real. This isn’t real. I don’t know what I’m doing, how I’m living. But it’s so hard without you, Peter. It’s so hard to not have you. I went from having everything I’d ever want or need, to nothing. Absolutely nothing. All I have is the memories of the old us. And my memory is shit. Imagine how hard this is for me. I don’t even know if you’re missing me like I miss you. I don’t even know if you’re thinking about me. I hope you are. I’d like to think you are. But, then again, who knows. I barely feel like I know you anymore. You’re my entire life. I just lost my entire life.

Y/N.

Peter couldn’t stand to read anymore. He dropped the letters on his bed, and climbed out his fire escape.
Peter began swinging towards your apartment. He landed on your balcony and knocked on the glass door.

You suddenly jumped up, and the sight of someone at your window. When you realized it was Peter you climbed out of bed and went to open the window for him to get in.

“Peter what are you doing here? Its almost 1am,”

Peter looked down at his watch (ok I know he doesn’t wear a watch cause of his web shooters but I have this weird thing where I find it so attractive for people to wear watches like?) and checked the time. You were right. He hadn’t realized he had been reading for so long.

“I needed to see you,”

“Is something wrong?” You asked, placing a hand on his arm.

“I read your letters, or, I read some of them. I couldn’t bring myself to finish them,“

“Oh,” you slightly pulled away from Peter.

“No! No! Not like that. I just meant, I got to the one when I had just become Spiderman and I would spent all my time out and I ignored you and Ned, just, the letter broke my heart Y/N. I didn’t know you felt this way,”

“Well, I do. You kinda broke my heart when you stopped coming around,”

“I knew you were mad at me, I just didn’t realize that you were this upset,”

“I wasn’t just upset Peter, i’m in love with you. I cried myself to sleep every night because I thought you hated me and that I had lost you for good,”

Peter walked towards you and gently placed a hand on your cheek.

“You could never lose me, Y/N. I’ll always be here for you,”

“Don’t make promised you can’t keep, Parker,”

“Darling, I’m in love with you too, I’m not going anywhere,”

You could feel tears in your eyes, and the back of your throat felt thick (thicc). You were so mad at yourself for not telling Peter sooner.

Peter leaned in and placed a light kiss on your lips. Pulling away only for a moment before you leaned back in to deepen the kiss.

You wrapped your arms around Peter, he puled your closer to him, and moved his lips from yours, engulfing you in a hug.

“Are you telling me, I could have saved myself so many sleepless nights over you if I had only told you sooner?”

“I guess I could have saved myself some sleepless nights because of you too if I had only had the guts to tell you how I felt,”

“Do you have to go home or can you stay?” You asked.

“I’m not leaving,” Peter said, bringing you in for another kiss.

Maybe it wasn’t such a horrible thing that Peter found those letters.


Tag List: @tronnoristheotp, @isabellyduh, @spiderrparkerr, @lots-of-liz, @darlin-you-bitch, @a-smol-badger (I’m sorry if I forgot anyone, please let me know in an ask or private message if you would like to be included in my tag list

single dad , boxer!tom ♡ head canon

Summary: the biggest surprise of his life turned out to be the biggest miracle

Requested?: anon said: “since we aLL LOVED CEO!TOM AS A SINGLE DAD HEAD CANNONS, CAN YOU DO THE SAME WITH YOUR OWN TWIST WITH BOXER!TOM PLEASE?” HELL YES HERE WE GO 

WC: 2238

Warnings: Some language

Author’s Note: i went a bit over board, part 2, anyone? feedback is always welcome 


  • Amelia had taken over Tom’s world completely from the moment she landed on his doorstep at a young age of 2 with nothing but a note and a birth certificate
  • Tom was quite surprised to open his apartment door one morning on the way out to training only to find a small girl with wide eyes looking up at him
    • Oddly enough he was thrown off guard by the fact it felt like looking into a much smaller mirror
  • He wasn’t sure how long she had been there and tried to talk to her
  • She had looked down at her shoes, not engaging in much conversation with him
  • “Are you lost, darling?”
  • She’d shake her little head
  • “Mom said stay here”
  • And her small voice would squeak out a barely coherent sentence, making Tom squat down to her level
    • “Where’s your mum?”
    • “She left”
  • Poor Tom would have been so confused
  • He’d set down his gym bag and focus all of his attention on helping this “lost little girl”
  • Amelia wore a backpack on her frail shoulders, so Tom had thought maybe he could find some contact information in there
  • “Can I please see your backpack? It’s quite pretty!”
  • She’d perk up at his compliment and take it off of her shoulders, now excited to show him every feature of it
  • Tom couldn’t help but smile softly at the little girl who was rather excited to show off her backpack, as he found it quite adorable
  • He agreed to let her to unzip it, revealing a stash of clothing and a few papers tucked away
  • “May I see those papers, please?”
  • His voice would switch to a much gentler tone, hoping to coax her into allowing him to see if there was any useful information as to help her find her mum 
  • The soft brunette curls atop her head bounced slightly as she nodded, eager to share with Tom
  • He pulled the papers out and unfolded them, only to find a birth certificate accompanied by a multi-page letter
  • Curiosity coursed through him and he opted to read the birth certificate first
  • He smoothed out the paper as his eyes scanned the document
  • “So, your name is Amelia Grace Holl-”
  • His eyes would go tremendously wide
    • It would kind of click now after taking in her much similar appearance to him
  • She stared up at him with her eyes that now held a whole new meaning
  • He sat on the ground, Amelia copying his actions clumsily
  • She watched him intently as he reviewed the letter that was in his hands
  • He didn’t even remember her mother fully, a one night stand he was sure happened after a victory for a successful boxing match or something to that effect
  • He let out a heavy sigh, Amelia mimicking him
  • His heart warmed, for the first time in a very long time, as she giggled after copying him

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iceskating with peter parker headcannon

my master list :)

  • fuck fuck me up boi im so ready for this!!! (lol sorry if this is shit bc i’m highkey tired as fuck rn)
  • ok so this is obviously a date bc peter has been crushing on you for over a year and finally got the guts to ask you out on a real date w/o the accompaniment of ned (ned actually texted you the details and everything bc peter was too pussy)
  • peter most definitely takes you to the rockefeller center ice rink bc u guys watched elf together and that’s the first time y’all low-key cuddled (it’s ur fav movie now)
    • “peter can you get another blanket?”
    • “why don’t you guys just share peter’s blanket?” ned asks w the biggest smirk
    • “oh, okay.” you smiled, scooting closer to peter and pulling the blanket over your lap as well
    • HE MOST DEFINITELY DID THE CLICHE YAWN THING
    • and u promptly place your head in the crook of his neck, both of you blushing like crazy, and ned says he’s gotta go home and blasts out w a huge ass grin on his face #matchmaker
  • ok back to iceskating
  • peter helps you tie up your skates bc you just can’t seem to get them tight enough and he’s actually so v happy that you asked him for help bc he feels needed and wow he loves that
  • he def compliments those fuzzy red and green socks adorning your feet
    • “cute socks”
    • “not as cute as you, though”
    • “what?” cue flustered peter parker
    • “nothing”
  • oh boy
  • although peter has like heightened senses and all that, he’s still very much a clumsy boy so skating for him has quickly proven to be difficult
  • he tries his v best tho bc he wants to impress u (we all know that’s not what made him so endearing to u in he first place so idk y boi even trying like that but)
    • “stop laughing at me, y/n! it’s not funny”
    • “peter you literally just slid five feet on your ass, and that’s the farthest you’ve gotten so far”
  • okay, but he eventually gets the hang of it while ur still looking like a seal sliding everywhere
    • “look y/n i’m basically a pRO”
    • “no”
    • “yes”
    • “no”
    • “yes”
    • “yes”
    • “n- wait”
  • you grab onto his hand for support as ur about to slip and neither of you let go for the rest of the night, peter doing most of the work as he pulls you along w that spidey-strength
  • peter watches some random kid skate backwards and tries himself and somehow homeboy figures it out?? like idk how he managed that but
  • so ur like “peter teach me” and ofc he can’t deny u
    • “ok so just like swivel your legs like this”
    • and you cannot get it… at all
    • so peter tentatively grabs your hips and helps you, guiding your movements from behind
    • “yeah, mhm, just like that” his breath hits your shoulder and u involuntarily shiver
    • you purposely grind into him a bit while ur going backwards and he’s so bad, letting quiet moans slip past his lips
  • you turn your head to meet his eyes, his hands still on your hips, riding up your sweater a bit and it’s the moMENT
  • as you lock eyes, your breath hitches in your throat, leaning into peter a bit to brush your lips against his and it’s so perfec-
  • HOMEBOY FUCKING SLIPS
  • peter got so nervous he literally falls for you
  • and bc you were using him as support, you fall too, on top of him
    • “omg y/n are you okay?” his hands start grazing over every part of your body in his reach
    • “peter, i’m fine i swear”
    • “oh, okay, that’s good”
  • both of you start dying in fits of laughter
    • “nice job spidey boy; ruined the moment”
    • “i can make up for it”
  • and he does
  • he grabs your cheek gently and presses his slightly-chapped lips against yours while a bunch of ppl skate past saying “aw look at those kids in love”
  • and y’all are
  • two lil adorable babes in love
  • (you guys go ice skating weekly now and peter makes u reenact ur first kiss exactly a year later bc he’s a nerd and calls it ur “kissversary”)
Crowded Places

A/N: So, a couple of weeks ago, I was drooling over this post. Subsequently, I was scoping out what they dressed Tom in for the shoot. I especially loved the red All Saints shirt because hello, Tom in printed shirts. Now, being the champagne-taste-on-a-beer-budget-girl that I am, I was like “Of course it’s All Saints. Ugh, I want to look sexy & wear All Saints” except instead of ignoring this impulse, I went to their site…they were having a sale…and I wanted to be like Tom Holland, I guess??? So I bought something (It was 50% off but let’s be real that did NOT make it anywhere near affordable). I woke up the next morning and realized I was an idiot. When it came, I tried it on and hated it. So I walked into the store that next day to return it, only to find that they only do exchange or in-store credit. Nice. So now I have a $120 credit to All Saints because I’m a fucking idiot I let Tom Holland’s sex appeal convince me to spend recklessly. This is based on how I wish this situation had played out.

P.S.: I don’t write often but when I do I try to make it good! Message me if you want to be on my taglist!

Warnings: Swearing (always), Smut (18+)

Pairings: Tom Holland x Fem!Reader

WC: 2,667

It wasn’t that you weren’t a nature girl. You really did enjoy getting outdoors. But after being surrounded by the wilderness outside Montreal for the third week in a row, you’d become a bit bored. You were happy to spend time with Tom at the end of the day, and you knew you were lucky to be able to visit him during shooting at all, but you had an itch to see civilization again.

“Look baby,” You said, perched on the bathroom counter as Tom showered, “You have a whole weekend off, lets just go into the city and explore. I want to shop a little bit, too.”

Tom wasn’t big on going shopping. If he did, it was online, and typically with help from a stylist. You knew he hated photographers stalking you two around town, but maybe in Montreal that wouldn’t be as big of an issue.

From behind the shower wall you could hear him hmming and hawing before the water turned off and his head appeared around the corner, “Ok, love. I’m game.”

You smiled cheerfully at your success as Tom snatched a towel from the rack and wrapped it around his waist. He eyed you as he walked across the bathroom.

“Don’t you look pretty,” He cooed, “Sitting here on the counter with your legs all spread and that cheeky grin on your face. Hoping for something?”

You had really just been swinging your legs nonchalantly while he was in the shower, but now he was between them, gripping your hips and pulling you in until you were touching. You let him kiss you a bit before giving him a gentle push.

“Not right now, Tom.” You chuckled, leaning back, “Save it for a better time.”

He stepped back begrudgingly as you slid off the counter, “A better time?” He called after you as you wandered into the bedroom, “I’m fresh out the shower and you’re on a countertop, what better time are you envisioning?”

You rolled your eyes to yourself as you picked up a pair of his jeans and tossed them at him, “You’ll know when it’s better.”

He scoffed a bit, looking annoyed. You shrugged in response, you really just wanted to get ready and get the show on the road.

An hour later you were leisurely strolling the streets of Montreal with Tom in hand. A blue baseball cap pulled low on his face kept you from getting noticed as you admired some of the touristy sites, stopping in the occasional shop to look around.

“Baby, where’d you get that floral short-sleeve button down that I love?” You asked as you browsed through a local boutique.

“I have literally so many, but I think you’re talking about the one from All Saints.” He responded absentmindedly, scrolling through his phone.

You nodded, “Let’s go there.”

Noticing he wasn’t paying attention to you, you frowned a bit. Looking around to make sure nobody was paying you any mind, you stepped near to him, causing him to look up as you entered his space.

“You know it’s all I can do to not rip those shirts off you the minute you get them on.” You teased, daring to let your hand toy loosely with the belt buckle on his jeans.

He didn’t step back right away; instead turning his gaze back to his phone, “Watch it, you’re asking for trouble.”  

And with that he turned right out of your hand and walked away.

Pouting at his indifference, you followed him as he mapped your way to All Saints a block up the street.

“Here’s what I think we should do,” You proposed, overcompensating for his seeming annoyance with you, “I’ll pick you out three things to start with, and you can pick me three things.”

He cocked an eyebrow at you, “Any three things I want you to try?” He clarified.

You nodded. It didn’t seem like that revolutionary of a concept, but Tom appeared quite pleased by it. You were happy with the arrangement too, seeing as he was always so picky about what he wore and you rarely got a say.

After wandering around the store for a bit, you met again near the fitting room to size up each other’s choices.

“What did you pick?” Tom mumbled as he assessed. You’d snatched a pair of acid washed jeans, a black jacket and maroon short-sleeved button down. He pointed the button down out immediately, “Babe I already own a million of these.”

“Just try it. For me.” You stuck your tongue out. You sized up his choices for you: A denim skirt, some oversized sweater, and a black leather jacket.

You waited at the changing rooms until the store attendant took notice and started making her way over. Then Tom began to do something interesting. He pushed up his cap and cocked his head a little to the side and brought a warm smile to his face. His eyes glittered as the girl approached. She was probably about your age, and definitely pretty.

“Two rooms, three items each?” She asked, her attention solely focused on Tom as she took the garments you carried.

“Actually love, could we just share a room?” He inquired charmingly. You rarely saw him manipulate like this, though his motives were obvious.

“That should be fine.” The girl said, a tad bit flustered by his charisma, and probably breaking store policy, you guessed.

She let you in to an open room and hung the clothes for you, “My name’s Jenna if you need anything, let me know.”

“Thank you so much Jenna, I will let you know.” Tom flirted shamelessly.

You were equal parts shocked and impressed as he shut the door behind you.

Crossing your arms, you shot him a look, “All that just to see me strip in front of you?”

He turned with a grin, “Uh, yeah. That’s generally the thought.”

You rolled your eyes at him and began to shimmy out of your jeans. He pulled off his hoodie and went straight for the maroon button down, much to your delight. Now having your pants off, you figured you’d throw him a bone, choosing to slip out of your shirt before reaching for the sweater he had picked.

“Actually,” Tom paused you, lifting your fingers off the hanger; “I think I want to see you in this. Just this.” He motioned to the leather jacket hanging on the wall. You shook your head at his naughtiness.

Turning away to pick up the jacket, you suddenly felt yourself being abruptly pulled against him. You braced yourself on the wall of the changing room but Tom’s arms around you were keeping you plenty steady now. You felt his toned body press into your back as he began to kiss your neck from behind.

“Y’know,” he murmured, nipping at your jawline, “I think now would be—“ he brought his mouth near to your ear and you could hear the smile on his lips, “—a better time.”

His breath sent a shiver through your body and he sensed it, guiding your waist around to face him then colliding with intensity into your mouth, his tongue invading in a needy, aggressive kiss. One hand slid to the small of your back as he pulled you against him. You could feel he was hard through his jeans.

“Baby, baby, Tom,” you whispered, breaking your kiss, “We can’t possibly—not here! They’ll hear us!”

“They better not.” He threatened, raising one eyebrow at you. You bit your lip, but Tom wasn’t hesitating. With one hand he reached around and unclasped your bra, pulling it off of your frame and discarding it in the corner. His kisses rained down your body from your neck to your hips, near silent in sound, but loud with intent, as he reached between your legs, kissing the insides of your thighs. His fingers took over, then, his thumb roughly massaging over the outside of your panties, using the friction to his advantage. Your breathing became irregular as his face rejoined yours.

“That’s a good girl.” He encouraged, feeling your hand wind down and clasp around his wrist desperately. You opened your eyes and turned towards a sound in the room—it was Tom’s other hand reaching for the leather jacket he’d picked.

His hand between your legs was suddenly gone and he held up the jacket and said rather loudly, “Let’s try this!” His voice betrayed no misbehavior, but his eyes were narrowed and the bulge in his pants implied otherwise. You slid into the jacket and smiled shyly to yourself in the mirror. It fit well, hitting where your waist became the smallest, and the outline of your breasts was clear from the open front. Tom’s hand came from behind you and slipped up through the jacket, palming you while his other hand pulled your hair out from where it was tucked under the collar of the jacket, holding it tightly in his hand.

“How we doing in there?” Came Jenna’s voice suddenly from the other side of the door. You froze. Tom, still holding your hair, turned his face to the door to speak, but didn’t open it.

“So good, thank you. Do you think you could grab us 3 more men’s shirts? Your pick.” He was using his most professional voice. Jenna happily agreed and said she’d return in a moment.

Tom turned his face back to you and his expression became amused. You had started touching yourself in his absence. You thought to stop, but he simply leaned back against the wall to watch you, loving it.

“Why did you do that? Now she’s going to come back.” You complained, still apprehensive about the whole plan, admittedly.

“Mmm it buys us more time, though.” He smirked, “More things to try on—takes a bit longer.” He had a point; you’d already been there a few minutes. Momentarily, Jenna was back with Tom’s requests. You stayed pressed against the wall, keeping out of sight of the door and mirrors as Tom opened it just a crack to accept everything.

Once the door was shut, Tom’s patience suddenly ran out. He unzipped his jeans and quickly stepped across the room, pinning you against the wall. His hand traveled right down into your panties, which you’d soaked at this point.

He was pleasantly surprised, “Such a good girl.” He whispered, sliding a finger inside of you.

You let a tiny whimper escape your lips, as your hands scrambled over his body, his rough abs, his soft skin. You began stroking him through his briefs but he didn’t need it—his desire from this morning was still with him.

Outside the door you could hear a few other people come in to try things on. When someone opened the room next to you, your nerves dialed your senses to eleven, leaving you even more sensitive to Tom’s touch.

“Don’t make a sound, love.” He ordered and you nodded, pursing your lips together. He used his free hand to reach under your thigh, wrapping your leg around his torso. As you kissed him desperately, his hand moved to pin yours to the wall and you frowned.

“Let me touch you.” You breathed. His hand let go and you pushed his briefs down as best you could, letting him handle the rest.

Two fingers edged their way into you now, hitting at an unforgiving pace. Tom’s face was intently watching yours, biting his lip as your mouth opened with pleasure but no sound rang out. Your legs felt weak underneath you, and your face fell to his shoulder for support—kissing at his collarbones.

Next to you, a girl asked her boyfriend for his opinion on something. A few rooms down, someone giggled. The beat of the store’s soundtrack pulsed in the background.

Suddenly Tom drew back, forcing you to stand for yourself and meet his eyes. You wordlessly begged for him, and he could see it. You adjusted the leather jacket you still had on, the material no longer cold against your heated skin.

Pumping himself with his fingers, wet from you, he instructed, “Turn.” nodding toward the mirror. You faced it, bracing yourself on either side of the glass. Tom stood back, momentarily, admiring how the jacket spread with your arms, your breasts hanging forward as you bent over invitingly.

“Fuck.” He whispered. Approaching you, he slid your thong to the side, slicking himself a bit more before pushing in without a word.

You were tight—tighter than the both of you expected. You nearly gasped aloud with shock but for your hand flying to cover your mouth in the nick of time. Tom’s brows furrowed together and he pulled back and pushed in farther, tipping his head back with pleasure as he eased in.

“Still doing alright?” called a voice from the other side of the door.

Your eyes shot to Tom who quickly called back, “So good! Thanks so much.” You heard her footsteps retreating but you were hardly relaxed, every muscle slightly on edge.

Speeding up his thrusts, Tom leaned into you, chuckling breathlessly, “Ooooh, nearly getting caught gets you extra tight, huh babe?”

You wanted to answer but knew you couldn’t get words out without moaning. He was too much, it was too much, you were so over stimulated and—the shockwave hit. Your orgasm rolled through your body with a pulse, and you let out an uncontrollable whimper and this time it was Tom’s hand that came across your mouth, stifling any other noise you could make.

“Fucking you so good you can’t keep quiet.” Tom murmured proudly, using the hand over your mouth to pull your head back and kiss your cheek.

The leather jacket kept your flexibility limited; he’d probably done that on purpose. Managing to reach behind you, you ran a hand into Tom’s curls, pulling them, breathing hard through your nose while his palm kept a tight seal over your lips. He was sliding himself nearly out of you before slamming in as deep as he could get—a good indication he was nearing his peak.

“Time to finish.” He whispered in your ear. “Follow my lead. And not a word.”  

His instructions were clear, and so was his intent. He ran his hands up the smooth leather on the back of the jacket, bending you as far over as you could manage without losing your balance. Taking your arms, he guided your hands back to your ass, and you knew what he wanted. He wanted the view.

Gripping yourself, you spread so he could see himself inside you. You smirked in the mirror at his face.

“Tssssss” Tom hissed, tongue between his teeth, close to his climax at the simple sight of you. Pulling the jacket up so he could see, he picked up his pace and fucked you as hard as he could without making a noise.

Moments later his breathing caught, you opened your eyes from having them squeezed shut. He mouthed a relieved, blissed, “Oh. My. God.” As he released inside you. Pulling out slowly, he leaned against the wall, catching his breath. You were sweaty from getting the shit fucked out of you while wearing leather, brushing a hair out of your face.

You paused and admired him like this: eyes closed, shirt undone…all of him undone really.

Slipping out of the jacket, you hung it back on its hanger and began dressing yourself again. Tom moved quickly into his original clothes, as well. Grabbing the jacket, and the red shirt, he pulled his wallet out of his pocket.

“I think we better buy these.” He winked at you as you pulled your pants on. “I’ll go pay, love. You… should stay in here until your cheeks calm down a bit.”

He slipped out the door and you looked up at yourself in the mirror. Flushed cheeks and hair a mess—you’d need a minute to recover. Guess that’s what you get for waiting for a “better time” in Tom’s world.

morning - t.h.

word count: 1.2k

summary: a glimpse at mornings with boyfriend!tom

a/n: i got a little too happy at the thought of tom being back in england this weekend and my mind started to wander. 

let me know if you enjoy this here, since i might turn it into a mini-series, and i may even write a prequel to this part.


The fresh white covers were soft under your fingertips as you stirred. The morning sunshine was threatening to pour into the room through the thin curtains of Tom’s childhood bedroom, the curtains that he hated so dearly and told you so each time you visited.

You shuffled, drawing your head up to look around the room. Remnants of the night before were littered around, like his duffle bag that he always travelled with, flung on the chair that sat in the corner, and his passport tossed lazily on the nightstand, and both yours and Tom’s clothes in crumpled piles at the foot of the bed, a hint at the haste you both shared last night to be back in each other’s arms.

At your movement, Tom stirred and tangled his legs around yours beneath the sheets, and you wrapped an arm over his bare chest, his warmth radiating on to you. You traced your fingertips back and forth across his slightly bronzed skin, the only remainder of his summer days spent in America, rather than here with you.

You didn’t mind the days when he was gone too much. Of course, it was no picnic to live without your boyfriend by your side, or even in the same country, for weeks at a time. But the days apart only made your time together all the more special when he could come back, made you hold the moments that you could share a little closer to your heart.

Watching him sleep made you feel as though he never left you, and laying there examining each of his peaceful features made you realise how much you loved him that little bit more each day. Even his flaws, even the dints and scars scattered across his cheeks, even the imperfections that the rest of the world saw, seemed perfect to you.

You didn’t want to disturb him further than you already had, but you couldn’t help yourself from reaching up to run a hand through his hair. Though shorter than the curls that you had come to know and love, you had grown to quite like this new hairstyle on him. His hair felt soft and fluffy between your fingers, and you assumed that he probably washed it before his flight yesterday morning.

Leaning closer, you could smell his naturally soapy scent, the cologne he’d worn the day before only lingering a little now. You brushed his cheek with your thumb as he started to wake a little more, and Tom hummed as you pressed a soft kiss to the side of his face.

Rolling into you, his lips met yours in a sleepy embrace, his strong arms curling around your back, his fingers splayed wide to hold you close to him. Of all the moments in Tom’s life that he cherished, of all the escapades his fame brought him, mornings like this with you were his favourite. Holding you in his arms, feeling the steady beat of your heart against his, staring into your eyes and sharing lazy kisses. This was by far the most magical of moments to him.

“Mornin’ love, sleep well?” He mumbled, brushing your hair from your face, a sleepy smile spread across his lips.

You only nodded, returning his grin before you pressed your head on his chest to rest it, pulling the covers up to your chin. You sighed, feeling utterly content, until a small knock at the door interrupted the comfortable silence.

“Come in,” Tom’s chest vibrated as he spoke, and the door was softly pushed open. Tessa came bounding in, ecstatic to see you again, and Sam poked his head around the door.

“Sorry, but uh— mum said to remind you that we need to get going soon…” Sam seemed unsure of how to position himself, feeling a little awkward that he had to be the one to ruin this perfect moment.

He pulled the door back, leaving Tessa to curl up in your lap. Tom groaned and rubbed his eyes tiredly, sliding out of bed beside you, and as you scratched behind Tessa’s ears, you sighed.

“Why d’ya have to go again so soon,” you pouted at your boyfriend, watching him pull a pair of boxers from his drawers to slide them on, before doing the same with some socks.

You couldn’t see Tom’s face, but you watched his shoulders rise and fall, and if he had been facing you, you would’ve seen the pained expression he wore before he turned to you.

“It’s just not fair, those stupid producers and directors get you for weeks at a time and I get you for one stinking day!” You knew you shouldn’t complain; Tom always did his best to keep both you and his work equal.

Tessa jumped down and nudged the door open to escape, so you sat up and pulled the covers around your chest, blinking at Tom in the half-lit bedroom. You rested your head on your shoulder, watching him innocently as he gathered last night’s clothes from the floor. After he had shoved them into his bag, you snatched it from him playfully.

“You can’t leave me if you don’t have your clothes,” you dropped it to the floor on your side of the bed and Tom reached out, a playful smirk on his lips.

“Darling, I’d still have to leave, but I’d have to leave like this,” he gestured down to his body, wearing only his boxers and some socks.

“I happen to think that’s quite a good look on you,” you giggled, biting your thumb as he bent a knee on to the bed, crawling towards you.

“Well you would,” he smirked, his legs straddled either side of your hips before he leant down to kiss you softly, his lips moving gently with yours.

The longer the kiss continued, the more intense it got. Tom’s hands began to wander, tracing every inch of your chest, his tongue dipping into your mouth. When you felt him groan above you, you knew it was time to pull away.

You hummed in contentment, staring up into your boyfriend’s deep brown eyes, your arms around his neck as your fingertips played lightly with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Baby, we don’t have time for that, you have a plane to catch,” your hand came down to run along his collarbone.

“One second you don’t want me to leave, the next you’re knocking me back, ouch,” Tom chuckled and lifted one hand that he had been using to balance himself above you, to cup your cheek lightly. “Think you can wait for me until next time?” He asked with a cheeky grin.

“I’m sure I’ll manage somehow,” you laughed and he leant over to take his bag from your side of the bed.

Tom stayed straddled across your hips, a smile still lingering as he looked down at you. “Y’know, I think you somehow get more and more beautiful every time I come back to you.” 

You blushed at his words as he scattered kisses across your cheeks, on your nose, and finally on your lips.

“Shut up smelly,” you slapped his chest playfully, “and go take a shower, you actually do stink.”

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Strip That Down (Tom Holland Smut)

“Tell me what you think.”

I heard him say. I nodded, my eyes scanning the timeline of some social media platform. It wasn’t unusual for Tom to ask me for opinions-I was his best friend after all. I’d told him the moustache in Lost City of Z made him look like a 70s porn star. I told him that yes, his ears did stick out in his Spider-man mask. And I told that Elle Lotherington was the biggest mistake of his life.

He listened.

Lord knew why-but he did.

“So, what do you think?”

“Mmh?”

I pressed my bottom lip between my forefinger and thumb, absentmindedly looking up. And almost choked on my own spit.

Tom was in lingerie.

And not just any lingerie-the overtly expensive, Victoria’s Secret kind that sexy bombshell models married to billionaires wear.

I gulped.

I knew my mouth opened but damn it, no words came out. He wiggled his eyebrows at me, biting down on his bottom lip.

“Well?”

He did a fancy twirl, making the soft, satin looking red fabric catch the light.

I swallowed again, trying not to show just how…….how was I feeling? I didn’t really know. All I knew was this-I was hot and I had to leave immediately.

I almost grabbed my Barça backpack, almost ran out the door, almost went home and seared the picture of him in sexy red lingerie to my spank bank for later.

But I didn’t.

I was frozen.

He watched me-looking smug at my reaction.

“Cat got your tongue?”

He walked closer to me as I shifted on the edge of his bed.

“What…..uh, what’s this for?”

His brown eyes looked a dark as night, almost as if they were saying, “for you.”

“A role.”

“Really?”

He shrugged, folding his hands over his chest.

Oh, Jesus have mercy.

“Think Dallas Buyer’s Club-minus the HIV.”

“Here’s hoping.”

I said, chuckling. I rubbed the back of my neck and regretted it immediately. He knew that it was something I did when I was nervous and the last thing I wanted to do was give him a clue about the effect he had on me.

“I’m…..I’m really nervous about the scene.”

Even though Tom came off as the charismatic type, there were moments where he genuinely doubted himself and his abilities. This, was one of those times, I could tell.

“What’s…..uh, the scene?”

“Basically,” he said, hand extending forward into his signature gestures “I have to…..”

“What?”

I asked, feeling my insides ready to explode.

“I have to……do a strip-tease.”

“Oh.”

He moved forward, closer and closer until he was bending over. His face was so close to mine I could feel his breath fanning my face.

“Do you mind?”

Do I mind?

Did I mind something that was straight out of my wildest sexual fantasy?

I think I shook my head no.

And man, oh man, I did not regret it for a second.

Tom stepped back and dropped so low I thought he’d throw out his back. On his knees, he spun his head around once, twice and then slid closer to me. He spread my legs open with his large hands and even through my thick jeans, I knew if he moved up to my centre, he would feel how wet I was.

He moved up slowly again, his ass moving to the side. Tom spun around, dragging one hand to accentuate and finally faced me once more, cupping his package.

OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD.

His finger slid up to his mouth-dragging it down his lips and then lowering the straps of the lace bra he was wearing.

I swallowed hard.

But before I could the blood rushing to my head and other, lower regions, he was moving closer again. By the time my mind had caught up with what my eyes were seeing, his well endowed assets were in my face.

He gyrated his hips so close tommy face, I was tempted to take his cock into my mouth and give him the best blowjob he’s ever experienced. Instead, I watched enthralled and enticed as he moved closer and then further, in circular motion.

His touched himself-fingertips pressing against the hard muscles of his abdomen and then travelling lower and lower until he had a hand wrapped around his cock.

Motherfucking hell.

I draped one leg over the other, acutely aware of my throbbing clit.

Stop it, stop it, stop it.

But it didn’t. Instead, the tension increased.

Because Tom-oh, Tom, my best friend of 14 million years was giving himself a hand-job in front of me.

I didn’t know if this was part of the role. All I knew was this-I wanted to be the one to get him off.

Peter Calling You Babe for the First Time

-You and Peter have been dating for a few weeks and no intimate nicknames have been used yet

-(You wouldn’t count “geek” and “nerd” as cute nicknames for you guys)

-You’re not opposed to them, you actually called Peter babe once, and his whole face turned red after he ran straight into a locker, and you have never used it since

-But you can never forget the time when Peter first said it

-You, Ned, and Peter, were studying in his room one night, something about chemistry and measurements

-”Hey, Peter, do you think the quiz will be on chapter five, or chapter eight?”

-”He literally told us it’ll be covering the entire unit Y/N.”

-Ned groaned, ”Well, there goes my grade.”

-Frustrated with the subject, Ned closed his book and focused on his pizza

-”Guys, we should stop studying. I know I’m failing it already. But did you guys saw the new special edition LEGO set of the new Star Wars movie?”

-In a instant, Peter’s book was closed as he turned his entire focus on Ned

-”The one with Rey and Finn?” Peter practically screamed  

-You rolled your eyes at the dorks, remembering how much they freaked out over the Death Star LEGO set

-Ned bounced up and down, “Finn looks so awesome and it’s beautiful”

-Peter’s eyes widened, “John Boyega is so beautiful.”

-You gasped at that, “Wow, it’s like I’m not here or something.”

-Ned laughed, “You even have to admit Y/N, John is a beauitful human being.”

-”Well not if he’s going to take my boyfriend away.”

-That sent Peter into a spiral of giggles, clutching his stomach, leaning over gasping for breath

-”C’mon babe, you’re the only one I have eyes for”

-Everyone was giggling at that point, before Ned completely stopped laughing

-”Wait, wait, wait.. did you just say babe?”

-Peter’s entire face went tomato red in seconds, his mouth opening and closing quickly

-You didn’t want to admit it, but your entire stomach did flips when you heard babe

-”No-no, I didn’t.”

-”Yes, you did.”

-”Ned, no I didn’t.”

-”Yes you did! Oh my gosh, May is going to love this!” 

-Ned jumped up, running out the room screaming for May

-Peter buried his face into his hands

-”I’m sorry it slipped out. I won’t call you babe. I mean, unless you want me to. Do you want me to? I kind of liked it but I don’t wan-”

-You interrupted Peter’s ramble by grabbing his hands, the whole time you couldn’t stopped smiling. 

-”Peter you can call me babe, seriously, I love it”

-His entire face broke out into a grin. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to your forehead.

-”Okay, babe,” he giggles, “I can get use to that.”

-Not even a few seconds later, May’s voice rung through the apartment, “HE CALLED HER BABE?”


[This was bad, I’m sorry @imaginesyes   I’m not used to requests, but this was such a cute idea, thank you!]