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[dtftomholland]

Masterlist

All my blurbs and imagines in one place. Feedback is very much appreciated!

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Series

The Garden of Deviance (coming soon)

Themed Week Masterlists

Threesome Week Masterlist 💦 (on hiatus)

Imagines

Imagines Masterlist 💦 (includes imagines for Tom Holland, Harrison Osterfield, Zendaya and Laura Harrier)

Blurbs

Blurbs Masterlist (includes blurbs for Tom Holland, Harrison Osterfield, MJ (Michelle Jones) and Jacob Batalon)

Tom Holland 💦 (spontaneous smutty sleepover asks)

Harrison Osterfield 💦 (spontaneous smutty sleepover asks)

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[hollandsrecs]

threesomes masterlist (1)

links last checked 6/11/2020 | more masterlists

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a taste of your own medicine by dtftomholland (tom x harrison x reader)

summary: harrison decides to give tom a taste of his own medicine and tie him up for a change.

accidental discovery by dtftomholland (tom x harrison x reader)

summary: a series of ‘accidental discoveries’ ends up in one of the best nights you’ve ever had with your boyfriend and his best friend and roommate.

an even better time by terrifictomholland (tom x zendaya x reader)

summary: zendaya joins in on the fun.

bad boys, even better sex by dtftomholland (tom x harrison x reader)

summary: you need some good ol’ stress relief so you text the two boys who you know will give you what you need.

best of three by mrs-hollandstan (tom x harrison x reader)

bi-curious by dtftomholland (tom x zendaya x reader)

summary: zendaya is a little bi-curious so you help out, and so does tom.

body moves by detroitbydark (tom x harrison x reader)

summary: harrison has got a surprise for his girl. it’s tom.

borderline by rosyparkers (tom x harrison x reader)

summary: after teasing tom all week long, he decides to dish back with his bedroom door wide open. you shouldn’t hold your breath for his roommate, harrison, to come home late.

bound to you by terrifictomholland (tom x harrison x reader)

cover me in your love by angelic-holland (tom x jake gyllenhaal x reader)

summary: tom and jake treat you for being such a good girl for them.

do not disturb by angelic-holland (tom x laura harrier x reader)

summary: tom and laura invite you up to their hotel room. 

double the fun by dtftomholland (tom x laura harrier x reader)

summary: zendaya lets slip that she had a threesome with you and your boyfriend tom and since then laura can’t get that thought out of her mind.

girls/boys/boys by keepingupwiththeparkers (tom x harrison x reader)

girls/girls/boys by keepingupwiththeparkers (tom x female oc x reader)

good boy by angelic-holland (tom x jake gyllenhaal x reader)

summary: tom is a good boy for you, tom is a good boy for jake. can you and jake work together to put him back in his place?

have a little talk by tetralea (tom x harrison x reader)

summary: you are in an in and out of a relationship with tom, secretly loving him obviously, but spending quite some time with him and harrison you develop quite a crush to tom’s best friend. then something happens, secrets are being revealed and 4.5k words of smut happens.

hittin’ her hard by rosyparkers (tom x harrison x reader)

summary: your boyfriend (and yeehaw extraordinaire), tom, introduces you to his best friend, harrison, all while he proves there are more things to do atop a horse than just ride.

if these walls could talk by yesanotherimaneblog (tom x harrison x reader)

it will last longer by angelic-holland (tom x harrison x reader)

summary: tom finds out that harrison really enjoyed those pictures of you, and that you wouldn’t be opposed to inviting him into the bedroom.

long overdue by hazmyheart (tom x harrison x reader)

summary: you were looking forward to your much needed vacation with your boyfriend, tom, and best friend, harrison, but things take an interesting turn.

lovers by xoluvx (tom x zendaya x reader)

summary: after sharing a hot shower with your boyfriend and your best friend, you start questioning your feelings. you love you boyfriend, but your uncharted feelings for you best friend start to rise. 

never been better by bi-writes (tom x harrison x reader)

new seeds in the melody by angelic-holland (tom x harry styles x reader)

summary: after your eventful evening at jimmy kimmel, tom gives you an early christmas present you can’t believe is real.

office hours by angelic-holland (tom x jake gyllenhaal x reader)

summary: you’re insanely attracted to your history professor. what happens when you walk in on him and your TA?

patience by dtftomholland (tom x harrison x reader)

summary: you and tom attempt to teach your sub, harrison, some patience.

pretty little kitten by worldoftom

summary: nothing, no party, no one could ever make you feel as puzzled and excited and horny as the football team. their captain has the doe-est eyes, the fluffiest curls, and the yummiest lover on campus. you meet them by chance, but what follows can only be dictated by you.

rules by impracticallyperfect (tom x harrison x reader)

summary: tom learns to share with his best friend.

surprise by swiftmendeshoran (tom x niall horan x reader)

summary: reader and niall surprise tom on a movie set.

teach me by terrifictomholland (tom x harrison x reader)

three by angelic-holland (tom x harrison x reader)

summary: a smoke session turned more…

tom’s girlfriend by marvelouspeterparker (tom x harrison x reader)

trois by lamptracker (tom x harrison x reader)

summary: tom and the reader are going to have sex; he asks if harrison can watch.

tutors by angelic-holland (tom x jake gyllenhaal x reader)

summary: you and jake teach tom a thing or two. 

two’s a company, three’s a crowd by terrifictomholland (tom x harrison x reader)

when two becomes three by angelic-holland (tom x jake gyllenhaal x reader)

summary: you and tom decide to bring a third into the bedroom. 

whole lotta love by tonguetiedholland (tom x harrison x reader)

summary: harrison comes home from a long day of filming and being sent dirty photos from you and tom so he wants to punish both his lovers. 

[moorehollandplz]

Hey everyone! So, I know I’ve been sorta gone for over a year. But I have still checked in to see what my mutual says have been up to. And, I’d like to try to get back into the swing of things and write again. I have a couple ideas bouncing around the ol’noggin and I’d like to ask you all what you’d be interested in reading.

1. Mob Tom/Mob Reader, enemies to lovers- Her father has given her the task of killing the leader of their rivals, but will she be able to do it?

2. Fuckboy Tom/Innocent Reader, strangers to fuck buddies and possibly more- she’s trying to get over a difficult break up. He’s trying to cope with the one that got away. Could a random one night stand help them lay the past to rest and move on?

3. Peter Parker/Stark Reader, Enemies to Lovers - Tony asks Peter to keep an eye on her and that doesn’t sit well with her.

Sorry if some of these tags don’t work anymore.

Tag List:

@madmadmilk @starksparker @starsholland @gab-spidey @peterparker-imagines @peeterparkr @mrs-hollandstan @dibs-on-holland-blog @star-holland @spiderboytotherescue @cabbagebag @lovestrucktom @magic-marvel @spideykisses @tomhollandasf @hollands-poppet @curlyboyholland @infamous-webhead @hoefortomhoelland @sheismental @falalaholland @thepenisparker @h-osterfield @wazzupmrstark @definitely-not-black-cat @starkravingparker @thedaydreamingwriter @badsext @hotsterfield @hollandroos @curlyhairedparker @peterplanet @parkerpeterholland @spectacularparker @keepingupwiththeparkers @papayapapya1 @agirlwithpointlessideas @imarypayne @eridanuswave @stuckonspidey @hollandhearts @lousimusician @blissfulparker @dtftomholland @softnessparker @hazmyheart @cookie614 @relise-thefury @i-love-superhero @farfromhaz @marvelbws

[katahnisharma]

happy new year’s eve everyone! i just found out that i’ve been on tumblr for two years now, and i’ve had this blog for about a year and half which is wild. i literally never thought i’d start a writing sideblog, but i'm really glad i did because I've met so many people on here that changed my life. all of you, regardless of whether we talk or not, have made an impact on my life because you make tumblr such an amazing place to be. writers, creators, fans, casual users, whatever you are, tumblr wouldn’t be the same without you. this year (the past three months in particular) have been some of the hardest months of my life. i’ve been dealing with a lot and some of you know a little bit of it, but i stopped writing because of it. i wasn’t on here as often as i would have liked, but i'm planning to come back this year and write again. i want to at least finish the press tour, but hopefully i can keep the momentum going for future projects. if we lost touch, or even if we’ve never talked, i really want to reach out and say i hope we can start a friendship i love making friends! but most of all, i just want to say thank you for helping me through the year with your presence and your hearts, and i wish you all the best New Year’s ♡

some of my ride or dies that have become close friends or just really touched my heart this year: @angelsparkers​ @angelic-holland @blissfulparker @cutesparker @celestialparker @definitely-not-black-cat @elysianparker @fairytaleparker @galaxy-parker @grandmascottlang @ho-ho-holland @honeymoonparker @hypnotized-so-mesmerized @hollandraul @hey-its-grey @honeybucks @jupiterparker @joshuaparker @lostinspidey @mcuspidey @neverlandparker @nnatasha @nobledoritoman @parkerpuff @screamholland @softspiderling @spdys @the-claire-bitch-project @thollandss @toms-gf @worldoftom @wazzupmrstark

and lastly to my best friend for life @tommyparkerr ilysmm aubrey and here’s to finally meeting in 2020 lmao ♡

a-d

@astonishingpeterparker @aniskywalkers @antmanandthewasp @angelhaz11 @aossi @angelsparkers @aestheticstom @afterglowparker @angelic-holland @ballyhoobarnes @bocauhl @blissfulparker @buckychrist @bichelle-jones @bvcks @blushypetey @baizencarter @butwhyduh @bens-hardy @bisteverogers @bithor @bipetermj @cosmicdaya @celestialparker @cutesparker @delicatepeterparker @darlingosterfield @definitely-not-black-cat @dej-okay @dreamyyholland @dtftomholland @dianaofsthemyscira

e-g

@elysianparker @euphoriaparker @emistrash @flirtypeter @fairytaleparker @farfromhaz @farfromhoes @farfromparker @fanboy-tom @fallingspidey @galaxy-parker @grandmascottlang @gyllcnhaal @gyllenwh0re

h-k

@hollandroos @hollandharrison @hawkinsholland @hazinhoodies @ho-ho-holland @honeymoonparker @hohoholland @hypnotized-so-mesmerized @hazmyheart @hollandsosterfield @hollandraul @hilllsnholland @heyhihellowhatsup0 @hey-its-grey @httpchrisevans @h-osterfield @hollandlovely​ @hollandtom​ @honeybucks @imagine-lovebug @itstomhollands @jacobsbatalon @jamessdoll @jupiterparker @joyfulparker @jameela-jamil @joshuaparker @keepingupwiththeparkers

l-o

@lostinspidey @lokiislowkeyhot @lamptracker @louvegoods @lousimusician  @lovelyh0lland @lowkey-holland @modern-caffeinated-romantic @mcuspidey @milcsmorales @marvelouspeterparker @marvelous-maddi @midtown-parker @madmadmilk @morganstarks @mysmileyspideyboi @mobbinholland @mymoontom @mrs-hollandstan @naturallytom @neverlandparker @nnatasha @nobledoritoman @noturjacky @nochillsteve @osterfield-holland-andcompany

p-s

@parkeraul @petalparker @posseidons @popculture-parker @peterplanet @precious-parker @peterparkerstingle @peterporkerpete @petersbenjamin @preciouspparkers @ppkrtingle @plushparker @parkeret @parkerpuff @peterstrainingwheels @peggycaerter @peppermintpete @parkersvibes @prkerspeter @peterbparkerr @peterbparkcr @ptersmj @parkerpete @ptersparkers @pastelpeter @peeterparkr @parkershawn @printedpeterparker @petersshirts @princepeteys @parkerpetah @quitetommy @robinbbuckley @screamholland @sargentjamesbarnes @starksparker @snakestan  @spideyboipete @starlightparker @snowflakeparker @softspiderling @spiderboytotherescue @sweethollqnds @sunsetspidey @stuckonspidey @spdys @spiderrpcrker @spideypeach @stealth-spiderr @sunflowerparkerr @starsholland @spideymood @stormyparker @stardustparker @spiderboythomas @sunshinehollandd @spideyjlaw @spiderrrling @samwilsxn @stealthspideys @starktonyx @swingparker @skymoonandstardust @softpeteparker @starkissedholland @sunshineperriee @starllords  @spiderbabyparker @spideyflicker @spidermanfarfromhome @stormyholland @samtwilson @spidey-swift

t-z

@tommyparkerr​ @thirsttrapholland​ @tomsrebeleyebrow​ @toms-order​ @tommeholland​ @titahnics​ @trustfundparker​ @tomhollands​ @the-claire-bitch-project​ @the-southernbelle​ @thollandthot​ @thotgomery​ @thollandss​ @tomshufflepuff​ @tomsholland​ @toms-gf​ @uglypastels​ @underoossss​ @underoosstark​ @valkyrxs​ @worldoftom​ @wazzupmrstark​ @winston-wilson​ @writtenbybelle​ @whatevsholland​ @winterssoldierrs​ @xoluvx​ @yeahimcrying​  @zendadya​

[marvelouspeterparker]

this is different [5]

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five

pairing: college!fuckboy!tom holland x reader

summary: tom makes a bad decision that leaves the both of you with an unanswered question––what now?

what’s going on?: i suppose some angst, nothing else though.

notes: i did a little something with pov in this one-

                                                        [Tom]

Tom looked himself in the mirror one last time. He could almost imagine the little angel on his shoulder telling him to just stay home, rethink his decisions––do you even know what you’re doing?

Then on the other hand—or, shoulder, he could see the little devil telling him to push past his emotions and just dive in head first––This is what’s good for you, get up and go.

He ran a hand over his face, pushing the thoughts out of his mind before switching off the light and stepping out of the bathroom.

Haz walked up to him as soon as he stepped out, “Are you sure you want to do this, man?” he asked, ensuring for the fifth time that his friend knew what he was getting himself into.

“Look,” Tom rolled his eyes, evading his question, “Are you coming or not?”

Haz shook his head in disbelief, “Yeah,” he stepped aside, gesturing for Tom to lead the way, “Let’s go.”

                                                        [Y/N]

You couldn’t remember exactly how Chloe managed to get you out of your dorm and into the raging frat house, but honestly you couldn’t remember a lot of things lately, so you learned to just roll with it.

“I’m gonna go get us some drinks!” you heard her shout before she ran off, squeezing between the sweaty bodies cramped up in the living room.

Deciding it was better not to stand in the middle of the crowd, you tried to follow the same path your friend took, through the people. When it finally cleared out, you found her in the kitchen talking to a boy who clearly didn’t get the hint that she wasn’t interested.

“Yeah I scored the winning goal, not to brag or anything—“

Sliding into their conversation, you took the second cup from your friends hand which you rightly guessed was meant for you and you noticed a look of relief flash through her eyes as she saw you.

You looked up at the jock and mentally rolled your eyes as you saw his eyes scan you up and down. “Some guy over there’s been saying you can’t bench press over 150–“

“What the fuck?” he turned around immediately and started heading back into the party, “Yo Jeremy, quit the bullshit!”

Your friend turned to you, “Did he really say that?”

“No,” you smiled, “I knew it’d make him leave though,” you pointed out.

She shook her head laughing, “I love you.”

“Well look who it is!” You heard a familiar voice say from behind you.

You turned to see a blue-eyed blond smiling widely at you, his friend by his side, a tight-lipped smile on his face. “Haz!” You went over to hug him, “I didn’t know you guys were coming,” you looked between the two of them.

Your eyes glanced over at Tom who’s demeanor had shifted from an open, confident guy to almost stoic in comparison. You tried to hide your confusion as you moved to greet him.

He opened his arms graciously and you stepped into his embrace. You could have sworn you heard him let out a breath as he held you, but he was tense, almost as if he were holding something back.

You stepped away from him and tried to catch his eye but he looked down, shoving his hands into his pockets as he did so. You were about to ask him what’s wrong when he turned to Harrison and muttered an excuse before quickly leaving the three of you alone.

Watching him walk off, you leaned on the counter next to your friend, across from Haz, joining into the conversation.

After three songs had finished playing and Tom still hadn’t made his way back, you couldn’t seem to focus on the conversation. Since Haz and Chloe seemed to be enjoying each other’s company, they barely noticed when you excused yourself to go look for Tom.

                                                        [Tom]

He needed a distraction––seeing you and holding you, he felt whole though he didn’t even know he was missing a part of himself. It was dangerous––you were dangerous.

He left you not even two two minutes after seeing you, what were the chances that you would be at the one place he didn’t want you.

Realizing it would have made the night a whole lot easier, he mentally cursed himself for not getting a drink before running off.

He felt a hand trail down his arm and tensed immediately. His eyes followed the red acrylic nails to find a red-head with hopeful eyes staring up at him. She looked familiar but he couldn’t quite place where from. She seemed to realize but offered him no clues––guess she doesn’t care.

He took her hand and let her lead the way.

This’ll do.

                                                         [Y/N]

Half-naked and sweaty figures were grinding on each other, jumping around as you made your way around the room, searching for Tom. The speakers were booming, you could feel the bass shake the wood under your sneakers and lights were flashing different bright colors as you walked through the crowd.

Someone bumped into you, making you stumble sideways, but you barely felt it. You couldn’t even tell if they apologized. Your limbs were frozen like ice, stuck in place on the ground. All the sound of the commotion and the booming music rushed out of your system and turned to white noise as your eyes focused in front of you. Bodies were stumbling and rushing past, like a crowded street, but you could still see ahead of you, clearly––though you wish you couldn’t.

                                                        [Tom]

His hands roamed her body, running up and down her back before squeezing her waist and traveling down to her ass to do the same. He couldn’t stop his mind from thinking about you, so he thought that maybe if he focused on her body he could distract himself––it was fucked up, and he knew that, but that was a problem for another time.

Just as the girl leaned over to leave her mark on his neck, he squeezed her sides to get her attention, his eyes roaming elsewhere, “Look I can’t––“

He stopped mid-sentence, his eyes widening as he noticed your figure standing there, staring right at him. He could almost imagine a spotlight shining on you, forcing him to focus on the mistake he’s clearly made.

You seemed to regain ‘consciousness’ and with a roll of your eyes, you walked away and the swarm of people enveloped you once again.

Tom clenched his jaw and turned his attention back to the girl in his lap, “This was—fun, but I’ve gotta go.” He helped her get off of him and got up from the couch, pushing past several people in the same direction he saw you run off.  

He found Harrison talking to a friend in the same place he’d left him, with you and your friend nowhere in sight. “Hey man,” Tom put a hand on his shoulder, “Have you seen Y/N?”

Has raised his brows, “Yeah you just missed her, she left.” After a few beats of silence, he continued, “Which I’m guessing was your doing.”

Tom bit his lip and dropped his head slightly, in shame.

“That’s what I thought,” Haz sighed, putting his drink down and patting Tom on the back with his other hand. “Let’s go, mate.”

                                                          [Y/N]

You hadn’t even done anything––therefore you had nothing to be upset over. This was stupid. You had spent the last hour, or two—you’re not really sure, just laying in bed, not even doing anything, just laying there, drifting in and out of sleep. You were just tired. Of what? You didn’t know to be honest, but laying in bed seemed to do the trick.

Just as your eyes were about to flutter shut for the dozenth time, your phone vibrated. You patted your hands all around the bed, finding it tangled in between the covers. Lifting it to your line of view, you saw a notification you really weren’t expecting.

Can we talk?

                                                             ––

taglist: @aussie-mantle @mellowmew20 @bethanystan @heyyyyitsangie @pignolithecookie @3003st @jubaydahk @thefallenbibliophilequote @tiredfeels @littlebookbengal @fandomdarlings @bellamyblakemorley @bluparis @edmcuresthesoul @ixchel-9275 @breadbudzo @waywardkingofhell @laucontrerasv @tom-hollands-eyelash @tomcaltom @onyxbunny22 @rmillerartemis @hollandmcu @buckylicious @idontlooklikereginageorge @tiny-friggin-human @tomshufflepuff @amagicalpieceofshit @peachllobotomy @delicately-written

mutual love: @dtftomholland @bi-writes @peterplanet @hollandroos @curlytoms @hollandbaby (let me know if i should stop tagging you! don’t wanna be annoying) 

[hotforharrison]

Meet & Greet ch 3

Chapter 2 <-- Series Masterlist --> Chapter 4

Pairing: Tom Holland/Reader

Summary: You missed out on a Tom Holland meet and greet, but a stranger, who you are pretty sure is a Tom Holland lookalike, rescues you from your pity party for one.

Word Count: 1258

Warnings: Ahoy, there be smut and language here! And this is only the beginning!

A/N: I haven’t written fanfic in yeeeears, but Tom Holland was just too damn pretty.

Tom pulled the dress up over your midsection, and you lifted your arms to let him finish taking it off over your head. “These, too?” He trailed his fingers from the side of your bra down to the side of your panties, both also soaked, although your panties were soaked for multiple reasons.

You decided to be brave. “Go ahead.”

He helped you to your feet. You watched him undress you slowly, expertly undoing the clasp on your bra from in front of you. His obvious experience was reassuring. You knew he’d take good care of you. He slid your panties down your legs, brushing his fingers against your thighs and calves, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind.

He looked like he was unwrapping the best present he’d ever gotten. It seemed a bit unreal and made you feel more special than you had in a long time.

You stepped out of your panties, and he guided you onto the bed. You lay down while he was still standing above you. He gave you a long and slow once over that made you feel a bit self-conscious and vulnerable.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he eventually said.

“Thank you. I honestly feel sort of inadequate next to you. You’re gorgeous, and could have your pick of any woman you wanted, and here you are with me.”

“I think you seriously overestimate me, but thank you. I’ve never been anyone’s first before,” he admitted. “The idea that no one even kissed you before I just did is a huge turn-on.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on before. Are you going to take your clothes off, too?” You were very curious what he looked like naked. There was a distinct bulge against the front of his jeans, and you definitely wanted to get your hands, and mouth, on that.

“Not yet. I want to make you feel good first, before we think about me.”

You’d fantasized about your first time before quite a few times, but your fantasy lover, who was honestly usually him, had never been so considerate. You wondered what other ways he’d surprise you.

“Do you want to make out first?” He joined you on the bed, lying on his side next to you.

You rolled over to face him. “That sounds good.”

“Is it okay if I touch you while we’re kissing, or would you rather wait a while before I do that?”

“I’d like for you to touch me, but I’ve never had anything...inside me before. And I’m really nervous about that.”

“Not even your fingers?” He seemed surprised.

“I was too scared it would hurt,” you confessed.

“I can’t promise it won’t be uncomfortable at first, but I can promise I’m going to do my best not to hurt you. We’ll take it very slow, and we can stop at any time.”

“Okay,” you agreed, still feeling a little embarrassed.

“Before we get started, have you touched yourself before?”

The question surprised you a little. “Yes.”

“Did you make yourself cum?”

“Yes.” You wondered if there were going to be more questions. Part of you liked it, while the rest wanted to squirm.

“What did you think about that made you cum?”

You swallowed, not particularly wanting to admit that you thought about him more often than not.

“Did you think about me?” he answered for you.

You nodded, hoping he wouldn’t be weirded out by that.

“Perfect. Tell me what you thought about me doing,” he continued.

You were relieved he didn’t think it was weird or creepy. “I thought about you kissing me,” you started, voice barely above a whisper.

He ghosted his lips over yours. “What else?”

Your head was swimming, and it was becoming harder to put together your thoughts. “I really like your accent and thinking about you, uh, talking to me.”

“You mean dirty talk?”

You nodded again.

“You want me to fuck you with my fingers,” he barely brushed the juncture between your thighs with his hand, “until I make you cum so hard that all you’ll be able to remember is my name, and then bury my face between your thighs and use my tongue to write my name over and over on your clit to make sure you never forget?”

“Please,” you found yourself begging.

“I’m going to make you cum so hard,” he promised, “but first, I’m going to kiss you.”

When his lips met yours again, it was softer and wetter. The tip of his tongue gently traced the seam of your lips, and you granted him access to your mouth. His exploration of your mouth was slow and languid. You were a little relieved that it wasn’t the plunder and domination you’d seen in some romance novels, even as aroused as you were.

After a while of just enjoying the new and delicious sensations, you stopped being a completely passive partner. You rubbed your tongue against his tentatively. If the muffled moan was any indication, he enjoyed that. It emboldened you, and you pushed back to trace the line of his perfect teeth and the roof of his mouth, before lightly sucking his lower lip into your mouth and nipping it.

He did the same to you, soothing the sting with his tongue. His mouth moved to kiss along your jawline, over to your ear. He nipped the lobe and whispered, “do you want me to make you cum now?”

“So bad,” you replied, already knowing it wasn’t going to take much to send you over the edge. You were close, and he hadn’t even touched you yet.

“I’m going to play with you tits first,” he continued whispering into your ear. “Tease you a little bit, but don’t worry, darling, I won’t make you wait too long.”

You reacted immediately to him calling you ‘darling’ again, shivering against him.

He immediately caught on. “You like pet names, love?”

You did like it, but that didn’t elicit the same reaction from you.

“It’s just ‘darling,’ then?” he guessed.

“I think so,” you responded.

“I can work with that.” He moved you onto your back and cupped your right breast with his hand. After gently squeezing your breast, his fingers moved twirl around your nipple. You hadn’t really played with your breasts before, and you were surprised by how sensitive they were. Or maybe it was just Tom.

He sat up and placed both of his hands over your breasts, pushing them together. “You have such nice tits. I’d love to fuck them and cum all over your chest, dirty you up. God, there’s so many things I’d love to do to you.”

“Are you going to?” you asked, nervous about what his answer would be, if it was just dirty talk or he meant it.

“Do you want to spend your holiday in Europe in my bed while I do unspeakable things to you, instead of seeing the sights and having a proper trip?”

“You’re the only sight I really want to see,” you confessed.

He moved the fingers of one hand down your belly. You automatically parted your thighs. “I’m between filming right now, so consider it done, darling.” He heavily emphasized the pet name and slid his finger through your folds at the same time, easily finding your clit.

You moaned and bucked against his hand, pleasure unexpectedly coursing through you. Nothing had ever felt this good before.

He smirked. “Look how responsive and wet you are for me. We’re going to have so much fun together.”

Tag list for some people whose work I have really enjoyed and/or thought might be interested: @moorehollandplz @tragicluver @madmadmilk @dtftomholland@thollandss

[typicalmidnight]

tom holland fic recs?? like any kind just want some good oneess!! thank u

Omg I have sooo many! First of all, I have a tag #lovely-rec where you can find all my fic recs if you want them!

I more have writer recs than fic recs, so I’m just going to tell you my fave writers and a fic or two of theirs that I love!

@spiderboythomas has loads of Tom content! She wrote a gorgeous 3 part series called Play With Fire about college!fuckboy!tom that I loved! -- Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 // Masterlist

@mcuspidey also has Tom content, as well as Peter and Harrison! She also writes smut if you want to read that! I love her series Bulletproof with Agent!Tom x Agent!Reader. -- Part 1 / Part 2 // Masterlist

@sunshinehollandd writes and I know she’s good, though I haven’t read any of her content that I can recall - Masterlist

@hollandroos has a beautiful series called How Could I Not? about Tom that I highly suggest you read. She also has tons of other fics about Tom! -- HCIN? Masterlist // Masterlist

@gennyld wrote an amazing fic called Swaying Death Away, as well as some other Marvel content! - SDA // Masterlist

I’ve also got an ongoing series for Tom that’s a Hogwarts!AU called The Kiss List that you might want to check out! -- TKL // Masterlist

Some good Tom smut writers I know of are @webbedparkers, @dtftomholland, @starksparker, and @hillsnholland.

If you’re looking for some Peter content too, @galaxy-parker and @celestialparker both have stunning fics.

These are all the people that I can really think of at the moment! Hope this helped darling!

[hollandsrecs]

masterlist smut with tom x reader x harrison?

tom x reader x haz threesomes

blurbs & headcanons

→ tom’s girlfriend by @marvelouspeterparker

→ this one by @marvelouspeterparker (new)

→ this one by @marvelouspeterparker (new)

→ “you’re acting like this is your first threesome.” by @marvelouspeterparker (new)

→ this one by @bi-writes (new)

oneshots

→ never been better by @bi-writes

→ long overdue by @hazmyheart

summary: you were looking forward to your much needed vacation with your boyfriend, tom, and best friend, harrison, but things take an interesting turn.

→ two’s company, three’s a crowd by @terrifictomholland

→ teach me by @terrifictomholland

→ whole lotta love by @tonguetiedholland

summary: harrison comes home from a long day of filming and being sent dirty photos from you and tom so he wants to punish both his lovers.

→ it will last longer by @angelic-holland

summary: tom finds out that harrison really enjoyed those pictures of you, and that you wouldn’t be opposed to inviting him into the bedroom.

→ three by @angelic-holland

summary: a smoke session turned more...

→ have a little talk by @tetralea 

summary: you are in an in and out of a relationship with tom, secretly loving him obviously, but spending quite some time with him and harrison you develop quite a crush to tom’s best friend. then something happens, secrets are being revealed and 4.5k words of smut happens.

→ patience by @dtftomholland (new)

summary: you and tom attempt to teach your sub, harrison, some patience.

→ bad boys even better sex by @dtftomholland (new)

summary: you need some good ol’ stress relief so you text the two boys who will give you what you need.

→ accidental discovery by @dtftomholland (new)

summary: a series of ‘accidental discoveries’ ends up in one of the best nights you’ve ever had with your boyfriend and his best friend and roommate.

→ a taste of your own medicine by @dtftomholland (new)

summary: harrison decides to give tom a taste of his own medicine and tie him up for a change.

→ if these walls could talk by @yesanotherimaneblog (new)

→ best of three by @mrs-hollandstan (new)

→ body moves by @detroitbydark (new)

summary: harrison has got a surprise for his girl. it’s tom.

[moorehollandplz]

You’re It, Holland:-:T.H:-:

Part 1

Authors Note: This has been bouncing around in my head for a few months now. It will be a three part mini series that I post on Mondays!!!! This is my submission for @summernykole ‘s 1K Followers Writing Challenge!! CONGRATS GIRL!!! The prompt I chose was “I’m so proud of you, you know that?” It will show up in the third chapter... Hope you all enjoy this. Please, reblog if you like what you read. And, if you enjoy my writing please visit my Masterlist!!!

Summary: An innocent game of tag starts between two best friends when they’re kids… but as they get older can the game stay innocent?

⚠️ Warning: nothing, but a couple of kids being adorable and fluffy

(the third chapter will have all the smut)

Word Count: 467

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3a | Part 3b

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It all started when you were eleven. An ongoing game of tag. Sounds silly, yes. You thought so too.

So, when your best friend suggested, “Hey let’s play a game of tag!”

You laughed. “Sure thing, Tom! Let’s go get Harrison and your broth….” You began to stand up from the couch, but Tom grabbed your wrist and pulled you back down with a plop.

“No!” Tom almost yelled. “Uh… no… just between you and me…” he dropped your wrist.

[[MORE]]

You raised a brow at him. “You and me?”

“Yes.” He nodded.

“Only?” You asked.

“Yes.” He nodded again.

“How does tag work with only two people?” You asked with your eyebrows furrowed.

“Like this….” he gently tapped your shoulder and smiled. “You’re it.”

You smiled wide eyes brightened with held back laughter as you stared into his big chocolate brown eyes. “Ok smarty pants! But, I’ll just tag you back immediately and then what?”

“No see… since there’s only two of us” he motioned between the two of you with his hand. “There will have to be rules.”

“Rules?” You asked and crossed your arms over your chest. “Like what?”

“Like… uh…” He stood silent for a few moments in thought. “Like no immediate tag backs!” He said triumphantly with a wide smile.

“Ok… so we what? Wait ten seconds to let the person get away?”

“Y.. yea that works!” He smiled, clearly liking the fact that you were interested in his game.

“Ok and what else?” You nudged him with your elbow.

“No playing in school?” He said not so confident in that one.

“Ok… yea that’s a good one… might get us in trouble if we’re constantly touching each other in class.” You said nonchalantly, and totally missed the pink tint that formed on Tom’s face.

“Ahem… but before and after school? Fair game.” He continued.

“Ok is that it? When does the game end? How do we decide who wins?” You asked in a rush and leaned toward him in excitement.

“Uh… um… I guess it ends when we both decide we’re done. As for who wins… who cares? It’s us.” He said and leaned a bit away from you, not sure what to do with your closeness.

“True… but we are both extremely competitive… you know that.” You smiled and he did too, his cheeks reddened.

“Eh, we’ll figure that out later.” He said waving off your question. “So… game on?” He asked and you nodded.

Your smile turned mischievous as you leaned in and locked eyes with him. “It’s been ten seconds… soooooo” you reached forward, and tapped his chest with your finger. “You’re it, Holland.” You whispered then jumped off the couch and took off running, as you heard him begin to count, totally missing the smile that spread across his face.

Tag List: add yourself here

@madmadmilk @starksparker @starsholland @gab-spidey @peterparker-imagines @peeterparkr @mrs-hollandstan @dibs-on-holland @star-holland @spiderboytotherescue @cabbagebag @lovestrucktom @magic-marvel @spider-bitten @tomhollandasf @hollands-poppet @curlyboyholland @infamous-webhead @hoefortomhoelland @sheismental @falalaholland @thepenisparker @h-osterfield @thelazypangolin @wazzupmrstark @starkravingparker @thedaydreamingwriter @badsext @kindparker @hotsterfield @hollandroos @tragicluver @curlyhairedparker @peterplanet @parkerpeterholland @parrkerspeters @keepingupwiththeparkers @marvellousparkerpeter @papayapapya1 @agirlwithpointlessideas @imarypayne @eridanuswave @stuckonspidey @hollandhearts @lousimusician @blissfulparker @dtftomholland @thollandss

[junetuesday]

sweetener - prologue

Lattes and Left Swipes

Pairing: Tom Holland x Female Reader - uni AU

Word Count: 1555

Warnings: none just now

A/N: a little something to get the ball rolling. i’m mildly shitting myself rn so i hope you guys like it!

Updates Fridays at 9pm BST

“Next!”

Drumming your fingers along the counter, you shuffled forwards as the queue moved along in front of you. Your eyes scanned over the board above the counter for a fifth time, hoping one of the drinks on the menu would jump out at you. Ordinarily, you wouldn’t have given it a second glance, ordering the same vanilla latte every time you popped into the cafe (which was much more often than you’d care to admit, but it was right next to the building where you had most of your lectures, and the coffee was decent). Today though, it was much later than usual, you’d already had four coffees, and you were headed home soon anyway--

“What can I get y- oh, hey!” A bright voice snapped you out of your reverie, your attention shifting to the barista behind the counter just in time to see him reach for a to-go cup, already heading to the vanilla syrup pump behind him. “Vanilla latte, right?”

Okay, so maybe lecture hall proximity and roast calibre weren’t the only reasons for your frequent visits to this particular establishment. Maybe there was a certain brown eyed brunette who worked there, and maybe he always gave you two stamps on your loyalty card instead of one, and maybe you liked watching his back muscles shift under his stupidly tight t-shirt while he pumped sweet vanilla syrup into your cup. Maybe.

“No, actually,” you replied, nodding sagely at his perplexed expression. “I know, I know, shocking.”

“Are you feeling alright?” Setting the empty cup down on the counter, he turned back to face you fully, the corner of his lips twitched up into an easy smirk.

“Yeah, I’ve already had way more caffeine than I should have today, and I’m gonna go home and pass out after this, so...” You scanned the board one more time, feeling your cheeks heat up under his gaze. “...just a tea, please.”

“Fair.” Nodding, the boy turned grab a teabag and toss it into the cup before setting it under the hot water dispenser. “You know there’s caffeine in tea, right?”

“Eh, that much won’t kill me.” You shrugged, pulling your purse from your bag as he put your order through the till. You tapped your card against the reader, leaving your loyalty card out on the counter ready to be stamped while he put the lid on your tea.

Setting your drink down, he grabbed the coffee bean stamp from behind a display of brownies and pulled your card towards him. Three spaces remained blank, six already marked with coffee beans and one with ‘10th cup free!’ printed across it. The boy stamped the card twice in quick succession, hesitated for a moment over the last empty space, then stamped it as well.

“I hope not.”

You just smiled, pretending not to notice the way your fingers brushed against his when he handed you your card. Harder to ignore, though, was the way he caught your eye when you looked up from tossing your purse back into your bag, that easy smile still playing on his lips.

“D’you wan-”

Both your heads whipped around as the bell above the door cut him off, heralding the arrival of a group of students. Seeing that none of them were who you were there to meet, you turned back to that smile - only to find it had become tight-lipped and awkward, directed not at you but at the older woman who had emerged from the back room at the sound of the bell.

“Sugar. If you, uh, want milk and sugar, it’s over there.” He gestured off to your right, stepping back from the counter to let the woman take his place.

You nodded as you moved away with your drink, your quiet ‘cheers’ lost beneath the chatter of the students approaching the counter and the exchange between the two baristas as she thanked him for staying late to cover her break. You looked back over your shoulder as you poured a sugar packet into your cup, but saw only the older woman, not a chestnut curl in sight. Adding a dash of milk with a sigh, you replaced the lid on your cup and made your way to your usual seat, pushing thoughts of warm brown eyes and missed opportunities from your mind.

Ostensibly, you were at the cafe to meet a guy from one of your seminars to discuss the project you were partnered up for. You didn’t get a chance to talk it through after it was set, your friend and housemate Liv texting you from outside the room to hurry up before you ended up stuck in traffic trying to get off campus at rush hour, so you arranged to meet a few days later. That was the original, official plan.

However. Things changed when you parted ways outside the seminar room, Liv’s eyes wide and neck craned to watch him walk away. After a barrage of questions (“Who is he and why were you talking to him and is he single?”) and a quickly exhausted supply of answers (“His name is Harrison, we were arranging to meet up because we have a project together but someone kept texting me telling me to hurry up, so we didn’t get to talk about it for very long, and I don’t know if he’s single because funny enough it didn’t come up in the two minutes I spoke to him”), your Primary Objective switched from ‘discuss assignment’ to ‘find out relationship status and orchestrate a social interaction if appropriate’. Because that’s just the kind of good friend you are.

The bell above the door sounded again a few minutes after you sat down, a semi-familiar figure making its way towards you.

“Hey,” Harrison dropped his backpack onto a spare chair at your table, sliding onto the one opposite you. “Sorry I’m late, you been here ages?”

You shook your head, holding up your near-full drink as evidence. “Nah, like five, ten minutes? No worries.”

Your iPad already out on the table with the assignment specs pulled up, you soon got into talking through the basics of your project. Your mind was divided, though, half talking about potential themes and half searching for a segue into Harrison’s personal life. As luck would have it, one came along soon enough in the form of a notification banner coming down from the top of your screen, obscuring the diagram you were both currently discussing.

TINDER Somebody likes you!😍 Swipe right to find out who!

“I hate Tinder,” Harrison leant back in his seat with a chuckle as you rolled your eyes, swiping up to clear the screen. “Like, I use it, but I hate it.”

“Same,” you sighed, mentally noting ‘uses dating apps, therefore is single?’ “I don’t even use it really, I just swipe through weirdo after weirdo until I get fed up and delete it.”  

“I’ve always wondered what a girl’s perspective of Tinder’s like, you know. Like what do other guy’s profiles actually look like?”

“Wanna check out the competition?” You smirked, offering your iPad for Harrison to take.

He clicked his tongue as he considered it, eyes narrowed and focused on the screen.

“Sure, go on then. Know your enemy, right?”

“‘Enemy’’s a bit extreme,” you laughed, switching apps before laying your iPad flat on the table between you.

Swiping through Fuckboy after Fuckboy, Potentially-Cute-If-Not-For-The-Offensive-Bio after Clearly-A-Catfish, you and Harrison were soon in fits of laughter, fighting for control of the device to stop him Super Liking a man who had seemingly listed his age in dog years, his picture showing him to be approximately seven times older than the 19 years he claimed to be.

“You fucking dick,” you seethed as It’s a Match! Popped up on the screen. “Oh he’s messaged me alre-aaaaand that is a dick. Or was. Fabulous.”

Water sprayed across the table as Harrison burst into a renewed fit of laughter, the drink he’d just taken now mostly on your iPad screen, droplets grotesquely magnifying the image - as if it wasn’t grotesque enough as it was. You scrunched up your face, trying to hold in your own giggles.

“I can’t believe- ah, hm,” you paused, trying to regain your composure. “I can’t believe you wasted my Super Like on a predator. Like, what a tragic indicator for the state of my love life.”

Harrison shook his head as he continued to laugh in between coughs and splutters, attracting disgruntled looks from people at neighbouring tables. “I’m sorry, right? I’ll make it up to you. Friday night, I will wingman you with anyone you want.”

Clearing your throat, you wiped the sleeve of your sweatshirt over the screen as you considered the proposition. “...anyone?”

“Anyone.” He nodded, taking a sip of water - and managing to keep it down. “We’re having pres at ours, couple of the rugby lads’ll be there - come if you want? Bring whoever.”

You hummed thoughtfully, pursing your lips to conceal your satisfied smirk.  “Okay, fine. Friday night, you owe me.”

“Deal. I’ll text you the address.”

Nodding in agreement, you slipped your phone underneath the table. You steered the conversation back in the direction of your assignment, glancing down at your phone when Harrison wasn’t looking to type out a message to Liv.

Mission accomplished.

| ONE ⋙

tags:

@starksparker @bi-writes @softspideys  @thwippeter @cutiehollands@loserparker @madmadmilk  @hollandlovely @spiderboytotherescue@hollandbaby @dtftomholland @cabbagebag @iknowisoundcrazy@spiderman-n @luvnyuh @parkerpuffwrites @thwip-it-real-good@positiveparker @ap93mcu @popculture-parker @bilkyrie @pineapplwz@thequeensardine @hollandroos @mikalaka @awkwardfangirl2014@booksaremylife602 @learning-howto-be-myselfx3 @mcuspidey@summernykole @smashley816 @unicorn-princess-1999 @uwu-peter-parker-uwu  @hs-medicine @curlyhairedparker @curlytoms @darlingxholland@smexylemony @musiclover1263 @hueppily @httpmcrvel @therealcap@alwaysafanficwriter @timelock97 @trustfundparker @bon-travail98@babyplutoszx2 @xxtomxo @que-es-life  @agoniedcafe @expcto-ptronum @rosieredcheeks @laucontrerasv @sweet-baby-cakes @mismatchingsocks @rxsesinjune @toomuchdaegu @baebeepeach@killer-barnes @hauntedbysilence @fratboievans  @splashofbi @nicole-lynne@whydidichoosebiochem @parkerindustrys  @parkersvibes @tomsh0land@summertime-acoustic @solarspidey @enchantingkittengaditor @hcneybugs@queenofthefangirls7 @fabtasticass @driftingtonystark@txmhoelland @applenter​ @little-hoseok @mayaisntfunny @toodeeptowake@dangerousluv1 @chubby-cheek-calum @awwyeaahh @aussie-mantle @spiderkat1248 @underoosjae @ultrunning @stormyparker@supernatural-girl97 @petersfreckles @tiny-parker@madeinthemidnightmemories @iamcalledsteph @bellsclarkee@iamscribby519

[back-on-my-bullsh]

So I’m finally writing something...

I spent a log time coming up with different ideas before finally settling on this one. It’ll be my very first fic which is pretty dope. It will most likely be a one-shot unless people ask for more. I’ve been getting lots of help from the incredibly talented @angelic-holland so mega shout out to her. 

What is it, you ask? Well after scouring the interwebs, I determined there are not nearly enough people talking about Peter Parker’s Marching band career so I took it upon myself to start the conversation. 

Anyway, I’m gonna tag some people I’m a fan of so let me know if it sounds like something you’d be into :)

TL;DR- I’m writing a Marching Band!AU plz support

@holland3000 @marvellousparkerpeter @stuckonspidey @hillsnholland @keepingupwiththeparkers @madmadmilk @definitely-not-black-cat @afterglowparker @dtftomholland @lousimusician @spideyyeet @starksparker @wazzupmrstark @toms-gf @spideypeach @mjandliz @webbedparkers @moorehollandplz @hollandlovely @thirsttrapholland @marvellousparkerpeter @spidey-starks @mcuspidey @gyllenwh0re @mrs-hollandstan

[marvelouspeterparker]

Do you know who else writes Tom Holland/ Peter Parker imagines (love your writings!!!)

omg do many—sorry if i miss out on some mutuals!

here are a bunch of blogs that i reccomend-some write for multiple people besides tom/peter

@hollandbaby @hollandroos @angelic-holland @webbedparkers @dtftomholland @keepingupwiththeparkers @spiderboytotherescue @twilightparker @hollandlovely @peterrrparkour @underoossss @sunshinehollandd @spiderread @bi-writes @thotgomery @peterplanet @madmadmilk @curlytoms @toms-gf @ballyhoobarnes @petersbackpack @myreveriesforyou @spideypparkers @h-osterfield

[typicalmidnight]

Little Things

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader Prompt: “Did I ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?” (for @starcrossedparker’s writing challenge) Includes: Fluff, a little angst, insecurity Word count: 771 (very short haha)

A/N: Sort of based off the song Little Things by One Direction

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Usually you loved yourself, and felt secure in your own body. A few years back you had more insecurities about your body and how you looked, but Harrison was your saving grace. He couldn’t have come into your life at a better time. When you first met you were in a touch place mentally, but he had helped you out. Not long after he asked out out, and you were where you are now. His girlfriend, who no longer had constant insecurities.

Unfortunately sometimes those insecurities came back, and today was one of those days. You were well known as Harrison’s girlfriend, and some paparazzi had taken photos of you and him the day before. You were tagged in lots of posts on Instagram and Twitter, and couldn’t help scrolling through them, smiling at all the nice comments that fans had left you. Unfortunately there were also some expected, but still very mean, comments. You had been wearing an outfit that showed off the body that you were now proud of, which made it easy for some so called fans to attack you. You brushed off the first few comments, having developed a thicker skin after the first few months of dating Harrison, but after impulsively reading more comments you found yourself collapsed crying on the floor in front of the mirror in your room.

Upon hearing the lock click and the front door open you lifted your head in the direction of the noise for a moment before resuming your floor position. When Harrison walked in he called your name, knowing you were supposed to be home and that you would usually run to greet him.

“Love?” his voice rang through the apartment but you couldn’t do more than sob.

Soon enough he found you in your shared bedroom and he immediately dropped his things and rushed over to you.

“What’s wrong baby?” he asked, before glancing at the phone in your hand, figuring out the source of your tears. “Oh darling… ‘M sorry. I hate putting you through this just because you’re my girlfriend. But don’t listen to them. I love you just the way you are, and isn’t that what matters the most?”

You sniffled, nodding your head, and let Haz help you up and bring you into the kitchen to get a glass of water. As you sipped the cool drink Haz picked up the coat that he had dropped in your room, putting it away as he turned the radio on. Coming back over to you he wrapped you in his arms, pressing soft kisses to your face. You let yourself be engulfed in his warmth, resting your face in the crook of his neck. He smiled when Little Things by One Direction came on, the music gently flowing through your appartment. Gently swaying with you, he adjusted the two of you, wrapping his arms around your waist, and yours around his neck, your head resting on his chest. Softly he sang the sweet love song to you.

I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth But if I do, it's you, oh it's you, they add up to I'm in love with you and all these little things

You never love yourself half as much as I love you You'll never treat yourself right darling but I want you to If I let you know, I'm here for you Maybe you'll love yourself like I love you oh

I've just let these little things slip out of my mouth Because it's you, oh it's you, it's you they add up to And I'm in love with you (all these little things) I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth But if it's true, it's you, it's you they add up to I'm in love with you, and all your little things

“I love you darling, even with all the things you think you have that are flaws.” he whispered, looking at you lovingly. He placed his hand under your chin, softly placing a kiss to your lips. “You’re absolutely gorgeous. And you know why? Because you’re mine.”

You hummed, blushing slightly and looking down.

“Look at me love.” Harrison gently commanded, and you raised your head to look up at him again. “Did I ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are? Because they’re stunning. They’re the perfect shade of y/e/c. I love how I can always tell how you’re feeling because your eyes show it. And now, after you’ve just been crying, they’re sparkling with beauty. I love you so much, and that will never change.”

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A/N: Did you think it was gonna be a fic about Haz’s eyes? Me too but nope that’s not what happened! Anyway I hope you enjoyed, please let me know what you thought!

Tagging some mututal sorta people cause I don’t have a taglist:

@mcuspidey @spiderboythomas @hey-its-grey @scottstacos @bibliobrianna @prince-p-parker @angelic-holland @galaxy-parker @celestialparker @modern-caffeinated-romantic @unholyhaz @starksparker @starkstower @peterparkersshitlist @dtftomholland @hollandroos @soulspideys @anxieteandbiscuits @toms-gf @hillsnholland @h-osterfield @hollandlovely @retroparkers @petersshirts @plushparker @poetrypeter @tomhollandandtessa @parkerstingle @sunshinehollandd @bilkyrie

[uglypastels]

Here’s a Tom Holland request: Tom is working on a film away from home and he is dating the reader. They facetime every night or as often as possible because they miss each other so much, and Tom eventually tries to heat things up with her over facetime and she’s down but she actually doesn’t know how to masturbate. Tom doesn’t know this and feels really bad when he gets off and she physically can’t finish and she’s embarrassed. Just an idea, I understand if you don’t want to write it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

It is 1 am. I am miserable and eating pretzel sticks in bed while trying not to burst out into tears. I certainly did not think I would be writing this at the same time, but thank you nonnie for the request. I have no idea what I’m doing but I hope you enjoy (I also realize that while writing I completely lost track of what you requested so it is a bit different. I’m sorry)

“smut” under the cut ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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You just got out of the shower when your phone starts to ring. Hair still wet and only a towel around your body. Droplets of water follow you everywhere as you walk around the room. At first, you want to ignore the ringtone. Let it go to voicemail or let the person call you again when you weren’t naked.

Then your eyes fall on the actual screen of your phone. The picture of your boyfriend lit up brightly. You basically lunge yourself forward on the bed and grab it, swiping your finger across the screen to start the conversation.

“Hey babe,” Tom’s voice is filled with sleep. The light around him was dimmed. Probably only coming from a little light next to his bed. He was sitting in bed. A pillow behind his shoulders. A tired smile on his face, but a smile nonetheless. A smile you had been deprived of seeing in real life for the last few weeks. A smile you missed so badly that you dreamed about it every night.

“Hiya Tommy.” you smile back. You stay flat on your stomach. Phone in one hand as you use the other to push away the wet strands of hair from your face. One, in particular, got in your eye. You blinked a few times for the sting to go away. When you look back at the screen, you see your boyfriend staring. It was as if he was in a trance.

“Babe?” you ask worried, “What’s wrong?” Now he blinks. Twice. His eyes gain back the focus and he starts to stumble over his words.

“Uhh, nothing. Did you just get out of the shower?”

“Yeah. I got out right before you called. Why you asking?” you mindlessly play with your hair as you talked.

“So you only got that towel on?” He had to clear his throat as his sentence ended a bit croaky. You glared at him, also a bit confused. Then you see his face. His eyes slightly darker than they were moments before. His lips wet from when he had run his tongue over them just seconds ago.

“Yes, Tom. I’m naked. God, can you like, not be horny for one second.” You laugh.

“Sorry babe. I don’t think I can. I miss you too much and seeing you like that literally drives me crazy.”

“Oh does it now?” You smirk. You pull yourself up on one arm and move to the headboard of the bed to sit in the same position as Tom was in, only thousand and thousands of miles away.

“Uhum, love,” he clears his throat again. You look at him and see that suggestive glimmer in his eyes. You find yourself looking at the corner of your screen, where you see yourself. You notice that your towel had moved while you were moving around, now revealing most of your chest.

“Tom, how old are you again?” You try to pull up the towel with one hand but then hear a groan come from Tom’s side of the call.

“No, babe. Please don’t cover yourself. I miss you.” You stop as he continues. “I miss your gorgeous body. Fuck, please just drop that towel darling.” With an eye roll, you do as he asks. The smile on his face becomes brighter and wider.

“Happy?”  

“Yes, Fuck, babe. Remind me again, how did I ever got so lucky to call you mine?”

“Hmm,” you pretend to think for a moment. “I don’t know. All that charity you do must bring you some really good karma I suppose.” you laugh and he chuckles, throwing his head back just a little.

“Seriously though, seeing you like that makes me want to get on the next flight home and just-” he groans. You know pretty well where he had been going with that sentence.

“Love,” he speaks with a sudden softness. You quirk an eyebrow at him, showing him to go on. “Can you touch yourself for me?”

The question made your face heat up all the way to your ears. Your breath hitches in your throat and for a solid good ten seconds, you forget how to talk.  

“W-what?” you stutter. You had never done anything like that in front of Tom. Or, actually, ever at all. At least not properly. You just weren’t comfortable with your body that way. It had taken you a few tries with Tom until you were sure what to do with yourself but now, without him, you felt completely lost.

Tom had in the meantime scooted up in his position on the bed. The arm that had been lazily placed behind his head was now lowered. Most definitely busy untying the string of his sweatpants or pulling down his boxers.

“Please love, make yourself feel good. On my behalf.” he winks playfully.

You see his shoulder moving. You see how he bites his lip, most likely holding back a moan. The sight of your boyfriend touching himself like that, even though you didn’t actually see anything, was definitely a turn on… but your lack of knowledge about your own body threw that arousal away right at the same time.

“I can’t.” you blurted out. Tom’s whole body freezes. For a second you think that the connection messed up again. His eyes were wide open.

Then he shakes his head. “What? Why? What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Of course, that idiot thought you were sick.

“I’m fine Tom, I just- I just don’t know how…”

He was clearly confused. “What do you mean you don’t know how?” he gasps. “Love, do you not know how to touch yourself?” You just nod, too embarrassed to answer appropriately.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

“For one, its embarrassing, two, I never needed to do it myself. You always make me feel so good Tommy.” That was true. Tom was amazing in bed. He somehow always knew what you needed without a single point of guidance. He just knew how to do it.

“I can’t believe my girlfriend doesn’t know how to masturbate.” Tom laughed.

“Fine, be like that. I’m hanging up.” of course you weren’t going to but the panic that jumped up on Tom was rather enjoyable.

“No, babe, please don’t. It was just a joke.”

“Yeah, it’s funny for you when you have it so easy. You barely have to do anything.”

“So have I never made you cum with my fingers?” Tom raised an eyebrow. It always stunned you how easy it was for him to talk like that. Your cheeks immediately heated up again.

“You have. But-”

“That’s exactly the same thing! It’s really not that hard babe. If I can do it, so can you”

You just sighed. That little sound being enough for Tom to understand what was going on in your head.

“I understand but know what, babe,” he was back to his soft voice, “When I get back in a week, I will teach you.”

“What? Don’t be ridiculous Tom.”

“I’m not being ridiculous. When I get back, I will make sure that you know how to work those pretty fingers of yours to get you to your release in mere seconds.” He smirked. “But, before we can go all the way to the advanced classes, you got to know the basics first.” This made you a bit nervous.

“Let me tell you how to feel good kitten.”

the End 

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You’re It, Holland:-:T.H:-: Part 2

Authors Note: Here we go! The second part of this mini series, for @definitely-not-black-cat formally known as @summernykole’s 1k Writing Challenge. Will have the dialogue prompt “I’m so proud of you, you know that?” In the third part! Hope you all enjoy it!! Please, reblog if you like what you read. Also, check out my Masterlist.

Summary: An innocent game of tag starts between two best friends when they’re kids… but as they get older can the game stay innocent?

⚠️ Warning: cursing, kissing, and a couple of teenagers getting a bit handsy

Word Count: 832

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3a | Part 3b

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Fast Forward Five years.

You were sixteen. You were walking home with Tom from the store. Both of you with arms full of bags of groceries for the party that was happening in a few hours. Toms party. He was turning sixteen.

You smiled thinking about how long you’ve been friends with this dork. Just friends. Your smile faltered a little.

“Hey!” He said which broke your train of thought.

“Huh…? What?” You replied confused.

Tom laughed at the dumb look on your face. “Could you open the gate?” He asked as he nodded to the white gate on the other side of you.

“Oh… yea… yes, duh.” You tried to play off, poorly, that you had been lost in thought about him. You gently pushed the gate open with your leg and shuffled into his yard. You held the gate open for him. He moved to walk by you, but paused and turned toward you. He smiled his cocky little smile. “What?” You asked with a raised brow.

He quickly leaned forward and kissed your cheek. “You’re it.” He said and laughed at your shocked, slack jawed expression.

Did he just…? He totally did. He just changed the game.

“You gonna come inside or no?” He yelled over his shoulder, his voice still full of laughter.

“Game on, Holland.” You whispered to yourself when the shock subsided and you quickly followed him inside.

A few hours later the party was in full swing. All the usual gang was there and a bunch more people you had never met. Assumingly, from his acting school. You barely saw him during the first half of the party. You needed to tag him… and hopefully catch him as much off guard as he had you earlier.

Your eyes scanned the crowd of people in his living room until… HA! Spotted. He was headed up the stairs. And, you pushed through the crowd to follow him. You climbed the stairs slowly, you didn’t want him to know you were coming. You reached the landing and saw him leaning against his door.

“Thought you’d follow me.” He said smiling.

You hesitated for a brief moment, before you had an idea to get your revenge for earlier. You smiled confidently to match his. “Yeah? And why’s that?” You asked in a low tone, as you slowly approached him.

“Uh… because…” his cocky tone cracked a bit as you flipped your hair over your shoulder, and you smiled wider.

“Becaaaauuuse?” You drew out the word as you stopped in front of him. You looked up at him through your lashes and placed your hands on his chest. He smiled down at you and his beautiful golden brown eyes were full of something dark and exciting. Yearning? Desire? Lust? All of the above.

“Are you tagging me, love?” He asked, his voice was a bit husky.

You tilted your head up and leaned in. “Did I say I was, Tommy?” You whisper as you brush your lips over his. You smiled when you heard his breathing hitch in his throat. You had never called him that before and it definitely caught him off guard. You gripped his shirt with one hand as you pressed your lips against his. Your other hand moved up to the back of his neck and your fingers threaded through his luscious brown curls. His eyes closed and he moaned into the kiss, which elicited a giggle from you. At that, he gripped your hips and pulled you flush against him and you yelped in surprise. The sudden full body contact ignited something foreign, yet somewhat familiar, low in your stomach. You let him deepen the kiss when he swept his tongue over your bottom lip, parting your lips to grant him access. You made sure to keep him pressed against the door to his room as your mouths danced across each other. The hand on his chest slowly slid down his body and rested on his hip.

He pulled back, breaking the first kiss the two of you shared. “Bloody hell…” he whispered breathlessly.

“Yeah…” you replied just as breathless.

Both your chests were heaving from the lack of air. He leaned his head back against the door, his gaze still fixed on you. “I… I…. Shit, darling,... I don’t even have words.” He said as he smiled wide and beautiful.

You smiled back up at him as you moved your hand from his hip to his door knob. “I have a few…” you whispered leaning back up placing your lips back on his for a moment. You turned the doorknob and pushed the door back, causing Tom to fall backwards into his room.

He landed on his back with a resounding, “Oof!” His eyes snapped up to yours, wide and full of ‘what the fuck?’

You smiled triumphantly down at him. “You’re it, Holland.” You winked at him as you turned and walked away.

You heard him groan loudly. “Biiiiiiitch!” Followed by his boyish laughter. And, you couldn't help, but laugh as well.

Consider this game Upgraded.

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sweetener

uni au - coffee shop au - rugby player au - tom holland x reader - coming soon

Okay, so maybe lecture hall proximity and roast calibre weren’t the only reasons for your frequent visits to this particular coffee shop. Maybe there was a certain brown eyed brunette who worked there, and maybe he always gave you two stamps on your loyalty card instead of one, and maybe you liked watching his back muscles shift under his stupidly tight t-shirt while he pumped sweet vanilla syrup into your cup. Maybe. 

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