#tom holland fem!reader insert

[lnfours]

sideline (one) | t.h

summary -> tom holland: the name thats always floating around campus, and for good reason. he’s the captain of the hockey team, he’s good looking, and he’s always caught up in an off and on again relationship with the president of the sorority. that’s where you come in. you two had made a deal to make your exes jealous, but we all know how fake relationships end.

wc -> an introductory 3.1k :)

warnings -> mentions of being cheated on, drinking, and language.

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summer had gone by in a blink of an eye, and before you knew it, it was fall. the start of junior year, the second to last year of your college education. the year where almost everyone starts to realize ‘oh, this shit is real’ and really whip themselves into shape. 

you had gotten back to your off campus house before your two other roommates. you had met the two other girls you now call best friends during your freshman year. there was sarah, who was your roommate your first year, and mia, who was your neighbor in the dorms.

you enjoyed being the first one to the house. you could move in your stuff peacefully without having the other girl’s stuff in the way. plus, you could play music as loud as you wanted to. that is, with the exception of the open window and the other students looking up towards your room whenever they walked by. 

and of course, just like it was last year, once the others girls arrived: chaos ensued. 

“oh my god, the hockey team is throwing a party tonight,” mia practically yelled from the kitchen, “we have to go!”

mia was the wild child, the party animal out of the three of you. sarah was a lot more like you, someone who would rather stay at home and watch a good movie than go out to a party. however, over the past couple semesters, mia has gotten you more out of your shell.

which she may or may not take a little for granted on some occasions.

you shook your head, “hell no.”

“why not?” she frowned. you rolled your eyes. 

“because if the hockey team is throwing a party then you know, about 99.9% of the time, taylor and her posse are gonna be there.”

taylor harrison, the president of the sorority and the literal definition of daddy’s money. she's the type of girl who gets what she wants when she wants it, and if she doesn't then all hell brakes loose.

it didn't help that she was the girl every guy had their eye on. the girl, that for some reason, every girl wanted to be approved by her and be her friend. you couldn't understand why someone would want to get sucked into her toxic, little circle. 

“besides,” you shrugged, “jack and i have plans.”

the two other girls sent you playful looks, “plans?”

“oh, shut up.”

jack had been your boyfriend since the beginning of last year. the two of you were in the same class, he sat next to you and the rest is history. it was cliche and something that happens to everyone, but you could tell that it was different with him.

“well then,” mia sighed, looking over at sarah, “i guess you’re forced into going to the party this time.”

sarah groaned, “seriously? there’s a new episode of drag race i need to watch.”

mia gave her a look, “i’ll buy you coffee for a week.”

sarah rolled her eyes before looking back over at you, watching as you slowly backed away from the conversation, “you owe me.”

you laughed, hand on the knob to the front door, “sorry! gotta go!”

you quickly left the house before you were convinced to skip out on jack and go to the party too. you made your way towards the campus apartment buildings, giving small smiles to a couple of the familiar faces that passed you. you had made your way through the group of people in the quad, going inside the building and heading for the stairs. 

you reached his apartment door and knocked, but there was no answer. you waited a couple seconds as you heard shuffling from the other side of the door.

you knocked again, “jack?”

with no answer yet again, you reached for the door knob and turned it slowly, but you wish you hadn’t. you watched as a red headed girl held her shirt up, covering her chest and as jack froze in place in front of the door, shirtless with hickeys littering his collarbone. 

you didn't know what to say, or how to react as the girl turned around and put her shirt on. 

“y/n, baby, this isn’t what it looks like-“

you cut him off with a hard slap across his face. the red headed girl gasped quietly. you sent her a look. 

“don’t you have somewhere to be?”

she gathered her things quickly before talking to jack before she pushed past you, “i’ll call you?”

he didn’t answer her, just stood there looking at you. you watched her leave as she quickly made her way towards the staircase at the end of the hall, disappearing behind other people. 

“how could you?” you asked, your voice breaking as tears threatened to spill over your eyes. 

“i’m sorry-“

“don't,” you mumbled, “we’re done.”

he watched as you turned away from him, walking towards the stairs. you ignored his calls to come back as tears spilled out of your eyes and onto the tile of the hallway. 

you took out your phone, sending a text to the groupchat with mia and sarah. 

y/n change of plans, not going to jacks.  you guys at the party yet?

sarah unfortunately what happened with jack?

y/n  ill explain when i get there 

mia YAY Y/NS COMING TO THE PARTY!!! 

you locked your phone, shoving it into the back pocket of your jeans as you made your way towards the house party. most of the guys on the hockey team had done the same thing as you and your friends, they had decided to share a house off campus. it was the hotspot for all the parties and they were known to throw the best of them. 

you walked up the path, people sitting outside with drinks in their hands as music boomed from inside the house. you made your way through the door, looking for sarah and mia, but they were nowhere to be found. 

you sighed, making your way to the kitchen instead. you went through the different alcohols and mixed up some kind of concoction into your cup, gulping it down before reaching for another alcohol. you poured a heavy amount, someone walking into the kitchen and coming up next to you, grabbing a can of soda. 

“damn, rough day?” 

you instantly knew that accent. tom holland. the captain of the hockey team, the hottest guy on campus.

and taylor harrington’s boyfriend. or ex boyfriend. it really depended on how she felt that day. 

“you could say that.”

he watched as you mixed the vodka with a can of soda. you didn’t tense at his gaze, didn’t immediately want to keep his interest. but something about you made his eyes linger a little longer than he would’ve done with anyone else. 

“you alright?” he asked, still watching as you sipped the drink from your cup. you made eye contact this time, nodding as you swallowed. 

“not really, but it’s not like you necessarily care, right?” 

you didn’t mean to sound like an ass, but you really didn’t want to deal with taylor’s bitching if she saw you talking to tom. you were pretty sure that if she were to say something to you right now, you’d rip the overpriced extensions out of her bleach blonde head. 

“i mean if you’re upset about something, i think it’s best if you talk about it. especially ‘cause it looks like you’ve been crying.”

why's he so nice?

“and what? talk to you about my problems? no thanks.”

he shrugged, leaning against the counter, “can’t say i didn’t try.”

you took another sip before looking back at him. you didn’t mean for your eyes to linger around his jawline, but god he was hot. any girl, or guy, would say the same thing. he was easy on the eyes, extremely good at his sport and he got near perfect grades. he literally checked all the boxes.

that’s when you noticed something was missing, “where’s your barbie girlfriend and her minions?” 

he laughed, “not a clue, could care less to be honest with you.”

you raised an eyebrow, “what? did she break up with you for the 30th time today because you didn’t get her a chanel bag?”

he smiled, “nah, i broke up with her. caught her sleeping with this other guy.”

your eyes widened, mentally cursing yourself for being such a dick, “oh, uhm- i’m sorry.”

“no, it’s okay-“

“it’s not, because i know what it feels like,” you said, your eyes meeting his brown ones, “it sucks.”

“how long ago, if you don’t mind me asking?”

you looked down at your phone, glancing at the time, “about forty-five minutes ago.”

his eyes widened softly, “shit, i’m sorry.” 

you shrugged, “what can you do, right?”

he nodded, “suppose you’re right.”

it was quiet for a couple seconds before he spoke up again, “is there a part of you that kinda wants them to be jealous? like see you with someone else and be like ‘damn, i shouldn’t have fucked that up’? or is it just me?” 

you thought about it for a second. thought about the look on jack’s face if he were to see you with someone else, if he would even react. you thought about rubbing it into his face that you found someone better, someone who would never betray your trust. 

“yeah,” you nodded, “now that you mention it.”

your conversion was interrupted when mia and sarah made their way into the kitchen, “y/n! there you are!”

you smiled at sarah, clearly seeing a very drunk mia.

“hey,” sarah said, “so what happened with jack?”

“it’s a long story, i’ll explain later,” you said, grabbing the bottle of tequila out of mia’s hands, “let’s put that down, yeah?” 

“but ‘m not even drunk!” you were surprised you were able to make out the sentence from how slurred her words were. 

you chuckled, “trust me, you are,” you looked over at sarah, “we should head back to the house.”

she nodded back at you, agreeing. tom spoke up once again, “hey, i could give you guys a ride back to your house.”

you waved him off, smiling politely, “no, it’s okay. it’s not that far of a walk.”

“no, no, i insist,” he said, fishing his keys out of his pocket, “just tell me how to get there.”

you looked at him, “you’re sober?”

“yeah,” he said, “i don’t really drink.”

you nodded to him, knowing he wouldn’t take no for an answer. you let sarah and mia walk in front of you, tom on your left. he walked up to a group of guys that you assumed to be his house and teammates. 

“hey, i’ll be back in a little.”

“sounds good, man.”

he nodded towards the door, placing his hand on the small of your back to lead you through the crowd. as you pushed through with tom following behind, you noticed the looks that got thrown your way.

of course everyone’s eyes were on you, you were walking with tom holland, who had his hand on your back. of course it looked a little bit conspicuous to anyone who was watching.

once you were outside, he unlocked the audi that was sitting in the driveway, mia and sarah filing into the backseat as you climbed into the passenger side. 

“so, where to, ladies?”

“we’re on lincoln, in one of the off campus houses.” sarah said, letting mia lean her head on her shoulder. 

he nodded, putting the car in reverse. the music softly playing from the speakers as you found yourself staring out the window, losing yourself in thought as tom made small conversation with sarah in the back. 

“hey,” his voice directed towards you as it pulled you out of your train of thought, “you alright?”

you looked over at him, sending him a tight lipped smile and a nod, “yeah.”

“you sure?” he looked back over at you before looking at the road in front of him, “you’re not a very good liar.”

you sighed, “just thinking about what you mentioned earlier, you know the whole ‘making my shitty ex jealous’ thing.”

he nodded, “yeah, it’s just the coming up with something that would bother them that’s the hard part.”

you nodded in agreement, looking back out the window. you started thinking of ways that you could make it look like you were doing so much better than jack, something that would instantly make him regret cheating on you. 

that’s when it hit you.

“a fake relationship!” you said, tom’s attention turning back to you. 

his eyebrows were furrowed, “what?”

“you know, get into a fake relationship with someone. you go out and pretend that the two of you are dating, the other person would obviously know it’s fake, and the both of you could benefit from the ‘relationship’. the best thing about it is that no one else would know you're not together, only the two of you.” 

he nodded, “doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”

“of course it doesn’t, because i came up with it,” you smirked, “and i’m the mastermind.”

he let out a chuckle as you pointed to your house, telling him he could just pull up in front of it. he did as you had asked, pulling in front of the house and unlocking the doors so the three of you could get out. 

“thanks for the ride, tom!” sarah smiled, helping mia out of the car as she led her towards the house. 

“anytime.”

you watched your roommates from where you were standing by the open car door. once you saw they were inside, you looked back at him. 

“thanks for letting me vent,” you smiled, “and for the ride, too,” you tucked a piece of hair behind your hair as the wind softly blew it in front of your face, "you know, she really ruined your reputation."

he smiled from the drivers side, “i’ve heard that more than you think.”

you smiled back, “thanks again.”

“always.”

you closed the door to the car softly, making your way to the front door. you had noticed he stayed in the car, making sure you made it to the door okay. you sent him a small wave as you closed the door, locking it and turning off the outside light.  

you leaned up against the wooden frame, looking back at your grinning roommates, “what?”

“tom freaking holland just drove us home because of you!” mia said, “how did that even happen?!”

you rolled your eyes, “nothing happened. nothings happening, okay? we’re just in the same situation.”

“oh, yeah,” sarah said as you made your way into the kitchen, “what happened with jack?”

you took a deep breath as you grabbed a water bottle, the two girls anxiously waiting for you to tell them why you were so upset.

“i uh, i went over to his apartment and he was fucking another girl,” you said, both of their mouths dropping open, “and i broke up with him.” 

“i’m so sorry,” mia said, “he didn’t deserve you.”

“what a dick!” sarah rolled her eyes, both of the girls walking over and wrapping you in a group hug, “we love you.”

you smiled, “i love you guys.”

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“what, so are they broken up or are they dating still?” you asked, watching whatever reality show sarah had put on the living room tv. she shrugged her shoulders.

“not really sure.”

“if i was her, i’d break up with him.” mia said from her side of the couch. sarah nodded her head, pointing at her as a silent way of saying she made a point. 

there was a knock on the door, pulling all of you away from the show. you got up from your seat, putting your drink down, “i got it.” 

you walked over to the front door, unlocking it as you peeked open the door. you opened it the rest of the way as you smiled at the brunette boy in front of you. 

“stalker much?” you joked and he let out a soft laugh.

“hello to you, too,” he joked back at you, “do you have a minute? i uh... have to talk to you about something.”

you nodded, letting him inside the house. sarah and mia watched from the living room, eyebrows raised as you shut the door. 

“hey, tom!”

he smiled back at the girls in the living room, sending them a small wave as they sent you a look. you waved your hand in front of your neck, telling them to cut it out. 

“we’re going upstairs.” you grabbed tom’s arm, pulling him away from the looks your friends were sending. he followed you up the wooden steps and into your room. he looked around at your room as you closed the door. 

you sat cris-cross on the bed, waving towards the desk chair and the bed, “you can sit wherever.”

he nodded, opting for the desk chair, “thanks.”

you sent him a soft smile, “so, what’s up?”

“so, i’ve been thinking about what you said in the car last night, the whole ‘fake dating’ thing,” he started, taking a pause to make sure you understood what he was talking about. when you nodded, he continued, “what if we 'fake-dated' each other? i mean, i know it’s kind of crazy beings we barely know each other, but you said it’s better to choose someone who knows it’s fake and someone who could also benefit from it. plus, you said you wanted to make your ex jealous too. you check all of the boxes.”

you raised an eyebrow, “i… i uh-“

“i know, i'm sorry to just kind of throw it all onto you at once, but i’ve been thinking about it since last night. i mean, you are the mastermind, right?” he smirked and you rolled your eyes playfully. 

at the end of the day, how bad could it be?

“what if i say no?”

he was silent for a second, “i didn’t really think you’d be opposed.”

you let out a sigh, why am i doing this? 

“okay, fine, you have a deal,” you extended your hand out for him to shake, when he reached for it, you pulled your hand back. he shot you a confused look.

“however, we’re doing it by my rules.”

he shook your hand, “deal.”

you pointed to the notepad and the pen on your desk, “can you hand me that, please?”

he nodded, grabbing the paper and pen off the desk. you turned to a blank page, writing at the top of the page. 

fake dating rules:

“okay, number one,” you said, tapping the pen against the notebook as you thought about the first rule. when it came to your mind, you immediately started writing it down, “no strings attached. this is simply just to get back at our shitty exes.”

he nodded, “oh, you have to come to my games and the hockey team parties. gotta make it look like you’re an actual supportive girlfriend.”

"the games i'm alright with, but the parties?" you scrunched your face up. he gave you a look, but softened when he came to an agreement.

"okay, not all of them, but most of them."

you rolled your eyes, "fine."

you wrote down what he said as rule number two, “anything else?”

“one ‘date’ per week. we get to know more about each other so it doesn’t seem suspicious to anyone we talk to about our ‘relationship’.”

you wrote it down, adding the last rule in all capital letters and underlined it, “no one knows it’s a fake relationship. absolutely no one.”

he nodded in agreement, watching as you made makeshift signature lines. you passed him the notebook as he let out a soft laugh, taking the pen from your grip. he signed on his line, your signature going next to his. 

“so it’s settled, girlfriend.” you smiled, “it’s settled, boyfriend.”

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[emmymaehereeeeee]

Hey girl! I was wondering could you do a Tom Holland x fem reader where the reader is a winner of the Brothers Trust contest so she gets to visit the set of Spider-Man: No Way Home as well as attend the premiere with Tom himself? The reader is of course attracted to Tom but she thinks that Zendaya and him are a couple plus she feels like there is no way that he could ever be into her because she's just a regular person. Although Unbeknownst to the reader Tom and Zendaya are just good friends and he's actually falling for the reader.

Some details that can be included if you can:

• Y/n gets to go to dinner with the whole Holland family

• Tom asks y/n if she would like to do a stunt with him ( the opening to No Way Home) to see what's it's like ( everyone can sense the attraction even Zendaya)

• Zendaya and Jacob interrogate Tom about if he likes the reader later on that day

• Tom denies it but deep down he knows how much he likes y/n

• Y/n and Tom show up to the premier together but everyone thinks that Tom and Zendaya are together

• Y/n get a tad sad and jealous when Tom and Zendaya are taking pictures together but she tries to cover it up with a smile

• While at the after-party Tom pulls y/n aside and admits his feeling for her and she admits her feelings for him too

• They kiss and Tom asks her out and she says yes and they agree to keep their relationship a secret (for as long as they can)

In the spirit of the 1k celebration 🧶- I will insert your name instead of y/n

my name is Jessica/Jess by the way either way works for me! ☺️

Ofc if you want to add more to it please do so lol thank you and I hope you are having a great day/night ❤️

of course babes! I will link it here when it is finished

Spider Movie

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

hiraeth

by endeavourhatepage

What happened?

Where am I?

So many questions went through her already racing mind. Shaken up by the events, there she sat, in the middle of a dark alleyway that alerted her Spider-Tingle. “What the fu-“

hiraeth (n): a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home that maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for lost places in your past

Words: 1363, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Batman - All Media Types, DCU (Comics)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M

Characters: Reader, Tony Stark, Damian Wayne, Titus | Damian Wayne's Dog, Bruce Wayne, Original Child(ren) of Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Alfred Pennyworth, Jim Gordon, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Stephen Strange, Bruce Banner

Relationships: Tony Stark & Reader, Bruce Wayne & Reader, Damian Wayne & Reader, Jason Todd/Reader, Batfamily Members & Reader, Alfred Pennyworth & Reader, Tony Stark & Daughter Reader

Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, Avenger Reader (Marvel), Reader is Spider-Man, Spider-Girl - Freeform, Batbrothers (DCU), Batfamily (DCU), marvel/dc crossover - Freeform, Angst, Comfort, Damian Wayne Needs a Hug, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Jason Todd Needs A Hug, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Tim Drake is Red Robin, Anxiety Disorder, Blood and Injury, Canon-Typical Violence, Fluff, Damian Wayne and Reader Get Along, Reader is 19, Reader "dies" in Infinity War, fem! reader, Swearing, TikTok, Adopted by Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/43178214

[angelic-holland]

Familiar // th x fem!reader

Summary: you’re a famous youtuber invited to interview the Far From Home cast, what nobody outside you and people close to you know, you’re already dating one of them.

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: smut, fluff

A/N: this request was really fun to write! Some is written in Tom’s pov, some parts are flashbacks and some italics are youtube comments. Bold words are texts

“Hey what’s up folks! Today is the day of packing and moving! That’s right! I’m moving flats! And in my new place, drum roll please,” you say, hand not holding the camera hitting your thigh to imitate a drum roll, “I’ll have an actual filming room! No more filming at my bed or desk, I’ve got a real office where I’ll get to put in bookshelves and the works!”

You are sitting with your legs crossed on your bed, letting your subscribers in on a little life update of yours. 

Of course you wouldn’t tell them who you were moving in with, you and Tom were planning on going public soon, but you both wanted to wait until the hype from Far From Home died down, with a little less than a month from its release, you had some time before you revealed to your 8 million subscribers that your boyfriend was the one and only Tom Holland. 

“So yeah, I might not be as active while I’m moving this week but be on the look out for a video about everything right about Avengers Endgame tomorrow with a special announcement! Alright, I’ll see you all later!” You blow a kiss to the camera, ending the video.

You get to work uploading the quick video to your YouTube channel before packing away the rest of your clothes. Your books and comics all were packed away and waiting for Harrison who was bringing by his car to help you pack. Tom would be in London tomorrow but Harrison was around to help the start of your move since your lease ended tomorrow. Your bed was being sold tomorrow morning, the rest of your furniture already sold, everything you needed was at Tom and Harrison’s flat, Tom’s bed now your own, which sent an excited shiver down your spine. Tom wanted to buy you new bookshelves and a desk for your filming space, which you graciously accepted, excited to see what he was going to pick out while you were putting away your clothes.

The last of your clothes were packed away by later that day and you were sitting on your bed eating pizza while scrolling through your Instagram.

Tom had posted something on his Instagram story and you excitedly opened it, he was sitting on a plane, head lightly resting against the window while he spoke.

“Hey guys, I’m on my way to London right about now, very excited to see all my friends and family again, got some interviews but I’ll also be hanging out with friends, doing a little redecorating, so I probably won’t be online that much, but thank you for all your support and I can’t wait for you all to see Far From Home July 2nd in theatres!”

You smile at the sound of his voice before your phone rings, making you sit up and throw your pizza box out, answering the phone as you unlock your front door. 

“Hey, my cars parked out front, I’ll be up to your flat in a second okay?” Harrison says.

“Sounds good, I’ll start dragging boxes towards the elevator.”

You and Harrison figured out how to stop the elevator, it was late at night and most people were already home. You were able to stack a good portion of your books and comics into the first trip down, dragging them out to his car and piling them into the trunk and backseat.

“Next trip should just about get everything then,” you sigh as you sit in the front seat as Harrison drives away.

“Are you gonna miss this place?”

“Nah,” you shake your head, “just excited about the new place. Thanks for letting me move in.”

“I’m almost never there anyways, might as well put the rest of the flat to good use when I’m gone.”

“Thanks,” you sigh and the trip to Tom and Harrison’s flat, now yours as well, was quiet as you listened to music. 

He pulls into the parking lot of their building and slips on the hood of his sweatshirt, “don’t want anyone spotting us,” he laughs, “imagine Tom getting off the plane to rumors that famous YouTuber y/n y/l/n and Harrison Osterfield are dating?”

“He’d lose his god damn mind,” you laugh as you start hauling the boxes up the stairs.

“That’s the last thing he needs right now. Besides, it’ll look weird when you two are spotted in public after Tom’s movie is done in theatres.”

“True,” you giggle as you place your boxes in the empty office area, neither of the boys used it so it was the perfect space for everything you had for filming.

“Ready for the next trip?”

You nod and the two of you make your way back to your flat and you say goodbye to your home from the past four years, you started your YouTube channel here, you celebrated your million subscriber milestone here, you kissed Tom at your front door for the first time, you had sex for the first time on the bed you were selling, you sighed contently remembering all the good memories from this flat, excited to make new ones at your new home. 

As you settled into Tom’s bed later that night, correction, Tom and your bed, you send a quick text to him, so he would see it when he landed tomorrow morning.

All moved in, can’t wait to greet you at our flat tomorrow, love ya x

You plug your phone in, body curling up around his pillow, soft and it smelled just like him. You let the waves of sleep overcome you as you dreamed about reuniting with Tom.

You woke up a little confused, a strong pair of arms around your waist, head resting on your shoulder, “wh-, Tom,” you mumble as his lips trail along your skin.

“Missed you pretty girl,” he sighs, fingers running up and down your skin below your tank top.

“Missed you more,” you grin as he maneuvers the two of you so you’re straddling his hips.

“Show me,” he smiles sleepily and you nod, head meeting his as his fingers make quick work of pulling your panties to the side, swiping through your slick folds as you moaned into his mouth, his tongue mapping out your mouth. It’s been awhile, too long, since he’s been here, with you and you missed every single part of him.

Including this, his thumb rubbing your clit as your chests met, your hard nipples aching to be touched. Trying to be close in every way imaginable before he was whisked away again.

One of your hands trail down to his hard cock trapped beneath his sweatpants, your hands bump into each other as you both work on helping get the other off. In the beginning it would’ve awkward, you would’ve moved your hand and blushed because you felt like you were clunky. Now it was easy, each time the knuckles of his hand grazed your own you shivered into his mouth, grinning as your hand slipped into his sweatpants and grasped his hard cock, Tom grunting against you.

He had three fingers inside you, thumb rubbing your clit as you jerked him off, hand moving a little faster when you approached your high.

“Fuck, Tom, make me come,” you whine against his lips.

“Always,” He says, kissing you deeply as you come, catching your broken moans while he slips his fingers out of you, helping you sit up and rub his cock against your entrance.

“Fuck, missed this,” he groans as you seat yourself fully on his cock, “missed you.”

His strong hands hold your hip, thumb drawing circles on the skin between your tank top and panties, sending more shivers down your spine and goosebumps along your arms.

“Are you cold?” He laughs as you nod, your hips moving faster, positioning yourself so his cock is hitting your g-spot with each stroke.

“Fuck,” you grunt, legs shaking with exertion as his cock twitches inside of you.

“Missed your lips,” he mumbles against them before kissing along your jaw.

“Missed your neck,” he says before biting down softly and soothing the spot with his tongue, careful to make sure it doesn’t leave a mark.

“Missed these,” he mumbles as he pinches your nipples above your tank top sending yet another shiver down your spine. 

“Missed you the most though,” he kisses you as you come, sending him into a blissful orgasm, his cock twitching as he empties into you.

“Love you,” you whisper as you lay on his chest, both of you catching your breathes.

He starts to laugh, deep in the gut laugh that shakes both of you.

“What’s so funny?” You ask, you can’t help but laugh with him.

“We’re both still wearing clothes,” he helps the two of you sit up, his cock slipping out of you before helping you stand.

“Shower?”

“Yes, lemme get the all clear, make sure Harrison’s in his room.”

You nod and he kisses you quick before slipping out of his room, your room.

“Nope, nope, I absolutely do not want to hear the both of you having shower sex.���

“Harrison come on, we’re just going to shower mate,” Tom says and you peep your head out of the door.

“It’s true, the first and only time we ever attempted shower sex, I dislocated my shoulder and was in a sling for three weeks.”

“Thought you fell down the stairs?”

“Cover story, can’t really tell my subscribers that I slipped and fell while on my boyfriend’s dick and we both collapsed on the floor of the shower.”

“That’s a fun party story though,” Harrison laughed and you waited until he closed his door before meeting Tom in the hallway, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you into him, kissing you as he walked backwards into the bathroom.

***

“Do we really need to wait until August to tell everyone?” Tom sighs as the water from the shower falls above you.

“Well, it would be a little weird if people saw the interview after we told everyone about us? They’d say I got it because I’m dating you, and I mean, I’m sure even when we eventually tell people we’re together, they say the same thing, but I’d like people to be kind for now.”

“Why’d they be anything but kind?”

“I dunno, I guess I’m afraid they’ll be mean, I get stupid hate and stuff now, but nowhere near the level I might get, you know when people find out about us.”

“I’m sure you’ll have some angry fans, mad they can’t be dating you,” Tom teases as his hands massage your shoulders, yours washing the shampoo out of your hair.

“I just, I love you and I know things will be different and I’d like things to stay the same, at least for a little while.”

“We can navigate it together, promise blackbird.”

The rest of the day you spend unpacking your clothes while Tom goes shopping. You tried to insist that you could get the bookshelves and desk, that he must’ve been exhausted from the flight and should relax.

“I’d want nothing more than to pick out those for your workspace, promise,” he smiled before kissing you like he’s never kissed you before and then kissing you for longer before you shoved him out the door.

You’re listening to music as you put away clothes, cleaning up Tom’s messy room while you do, organizing his clothes on one side of the closet as well as the dresser.

He gets home a few hours later, Harrison helping him bring the boxes up.

“Hey blackbird, I know your other bookshelves were small but they didn’t fit much of anything so I sort of got bigger ones, they’ll take a little longer to put together but I don’t mind.”

“Okay bubs, wanna get some takeaway and get started?”

“Thai?” He says, placing the last box in your office space. 

“Excellent, I’ll give them a call,” you pull out your phone as Tom opens up the first box, your desk, a sleek dark brown. He pulls out the pieces and instructions as you sink to the ground next to him. 

You give the takeout place you and Tom’s order before resting your chin on Tom’s shoulder as he attempts to read the directions.

“These look confusing.”

“We can figure them out,” you say, hands running down his arms as he squints at the directions, turning them over in his hands.

“Okay, I think this is the right side up.”

“The fact that it’s only pictures so be illegal,” you sigh as Tom’s hands put the directions down and reach for the big flat desk part, turning it upside down and grabbing the first set of screws.

“I should get a screwdriver,” he says, you sit back as he stands up and you unwrap the legs of the desk.

Tom comes back and you turn your phone on, letting music play softly as you both sit and get to work, Tom adding screws to the top of the desk while you get the legs ready.

Tom’s humming and singing to the Beatles playlist you’ve got on and you can’t help but smile at how pretty his voice is.

“You know, if you ever get bored of this whole acting thing, singing might not be a bad career choice.”

He laughs, head tilted back as he pushes the first leg into the desk as you stand up.

The first few chords of a familiar song played in the background. 

“C’mere blackbird, it’s our song,” he says, resting the top of the desk on the ground and holding out his hand.

You place yours on top of his and let him spin you around, coming back to rest your arms around his neck, his fitting perfectly around your waist as you swayed around the room, full of boxes with your favorite books and comics.

“Blackbird singing in the dead of night,” Tom sings softly, forehead pressed against your own as you both reminisce on how the two of you met.

Tom was walking Tessa in the park, it was fairly empty so he let her off the leash, tossing the tennis ball around.

He noticed a girl in a T-shirt and jean skirt reading a book under a large oak tree. Tessa must’ve noticed her too because when he threw the tennis ball, Tessa picked it up with her mouth and sprinted over to the tree, tossing it in the lap of the girl who set her book down, head tossed back in a laugh as Tessa’s front legs stood on her lap, the girl’s hands petting Tessa as Tom ran over.

“Tess, what’re you doing?”

“She’s adorable,” the girl giggles while Tessa licks her face.

And you’re adorable, Tom thinks, head tilting to look at her T-shirt, some sketch of a bird on it. 

“Sorry about that,” Tom says, crouching down to attach Tessa’s leash again.

“No problem at all, I adore dogs,” she smiles and she’s absolutely stunning, the afternoon sunlight illuminating the freckles speckled across her cheeks.

“Well, uh, again, sorry,” Tom says, stumbling backwards over his own feet as he pulls Tessa away.

“No worries,” she smiles as Tom leaves, eyes watching as Tom walks away, laughing to herself quietly before picking up her book.

The next day Tom was grabbing coffee at a cafe with Harrison when he spotted the same hairstyle and freckles standing off to the side by a table covered with books, a laptop, and several notebooks.

He took a deep breath, hyping himself up as he thought of what to say to catch her attention in the busy cafe. 

“Hey! Blackbird!” 

What the fuck Tom?

That was the bird on her shirt from yesterday right?

A few people turned their heads to him, including her.

He sighed as she had a brief moment of recognition in her eyes.

“boy from the park,” she smiles as he crosses towards her.

“Didn’t think I’d see you again. Well since you’re here, maybe I could grab you some coffee? As an apology for Tess jumping on you?”

“I actually-,”

“Y/N!” One of the baristas called out and she tilted her head towards the drink on the counter.

“Already got one,” she picks up the drink, setting it on her table, “but maybe you could get the next one for me?”

“Huh?”

Oh, oh she understood what he was saying and was inviting him to ask her out. 

Smooth Tom, real smooth.

“You know? A coffee date?” She asked, cheeks red as she sat down.

“Oh! Yeah, yes, I’d love that,” he nods.

He stands there, hands shoved in his pockets, rocking back and forth on his feet for a few seconds, looking like an idiot while she stared at him expectedly.

“Oh, uh, do you want to give me your phone number or something?” He asks, pulling his phone out and opening it, setting up the ‘new contact’ page.

He sets the phone on top of one of her notebooks and she picks it up, quickly typing into it before handing it back.

“It was a mockingbird actually,” she says as he starts to back away, wanting to let her get whatever work she needed to do done.

“What?”

“My shirt, from yesterday, a mockingbird.”

“Oh, oh, I’m not exactly a bird connoisseur,” Tom laughs.

“It’s okay, I like blackbirds more anyways,” she giggles and Tom’s entranced.

“Well uh, just text me, lemme know the next time you’re free?”

He nods quickly, “Yeah, uh, see you again soon hopefully,” he trips over his feet as he walks back to Harrison.

“Okay Mr. smooth,” Harrison chuckles. Tom looks down at the new contact added into his phone.

‘Blackbird’

The song ends and Tom kisses your forehead before you both settle back and finish putting together the desk.

After a few cartons of Thai, an album or two of Beatles, and a few mishaps, the two bookshelves stood tall against the opposite wall to the desk.

“I’m so fucking tired,” Tom sighs and you look back at him, both of you shoving the cardboard into a single box to go out to the trash later.

“Babe, told you you should’ve rested, one of the only days you get off before you’re back doing press.”

“I’d want nothing than to spend today here with you. Speaking of press, you excited to interview your favorite MCU cast member tomorrow?”

“Jacob? Hell yeah, I’m pumped,” you joke as Tom scoffs in fake annoyance.

“But seriously, are your followers freaking out?”

“Oh fuck you’re right, forgot that my video announcement was queued for today. Lemme check,” you say excitedly, Tom following you out of the office to your bedroom. Every single time you thought of it being your bedroom, your heart fluttered in excitement.

You sit down on the bed with your laptop, patting the space next to you, where Tom proceeds to collapse on his back, fingers tapping along your leg as you open your laptop and check your video, released four hours ago.

A plethora of comments chimed in, mostly asking if you were excited to meet the cast, one comment made you laugh, so hard you hunched over and there were tears in your eyes.

she’s hot but she better stay the fuck away from Tom, he’s the internets boyfriend and the internets boyfriend only

Tom sat up and read the comment, chuckling as he kissed your shoulder, “whaddya think they’ll say when they find out that I’m not only the internet’s boyfriend but also yours?”

“Probably a lot of heart attacks, they can get over themselves though,” you sigh, scrolling past it to more excited and positive comments.

***

The next day, Tom had to leave early for a long day of interviews, yours right after lunch. You took an Uber to the building the interviews were held in. The night before Tom and you talked about being careful during the interview, making sure to act like you’ve just met, like you haven’t been dating for a year and a half. 

You’re thrown into hair and makeup by the press managers, you were wearing your jean skirt, the same skirt you wore the very first time you met Tom and Spiderman T-shirt, very on brand for your YouTube channel about books and comics.

You were given several index cards with questions, told to introduce yourself to the cast, shake their hands, sit down and get started asking questions. 

You weren’t nervous as you walked into the interview room, lights bright and shining on the three seats with Tom, Jacob, and Zendaya.

You’ve met both Jacob and Zendaya before when they were here to film Far From Home. They all smiled when they saw that it was you coming in for the interview. 

You walked over and shook their hands, Jacob first who gave you a cheeky smile, giving the obligatory, “what’s your name?” 

“Y/N,” you say as you move onto Tom next and fuck who allowed him to wear what he was wearing, striped shirt, patterned pants that made his thighs look so good you just wanted to throw everyone else out of the room and-

“Nice to meet you,” Tom interrupts your dirty thoughts as he sticks his hand out.

You shake it, “you too,” you manage to get out, cheeks reddening a little.

He laughed at your slightly flustered state and you couldn’t help but lightly roll your eyes at your boyfriend. 

You move onto Zendaya, she shakes your hand, a glint of humor in her eyes from watching you and Tom trying to interact like you didn’t know each other. 

You settle back into the chair directly opposite of Tom and cross your legs, looking down at the index cards. You’re about to start with the first question, all insanely generic and you wish you could have written your own questions when Tom cuts you off.

“Nice shirt, Spiderman your favorite superhero darling?” 

You watched as he bit his tongue and was internally kicking himself, which made you giggle slightly, “sure, he’s pretty okay.”

“Just okay?”

“Maybe this movie will make me fall in love with him,” you say and Tom fights the urge to taunt you back.

He bites his lip and nods, eyes roaming your body before you bring it back to the questions. 

“What was your favorite filming location?” You ask and look back up at the three people in front of you expectedly.

“I really loved Venice, the location was just gorgeous, would love to go back there someday,” Jacob responds.

“Can’t lie, I really loved going to each and every location but I think my favorite had to be London, you know? Not just cause we’re doing interviews here, but because it’s such a great location,” Zendaya adds.

“I’m gonna agree, I think London was my favorite filming location. One because it’s my home and I got to see so many of my friends and family there,” Tom answers smiling with a glimmer of reminisce of the times. You’d sneak onto the filming location to bring him a coffee or food that wasn’t from the set, he’d kiss you quickly whenever the coast was clear, both of your hearts racing and terrified that someone would see you. Nobody ever did, but the thought alone back then scared you. 

It did now as well, gauging from the reactions to your video, some people just would not be happy, but there wasn’t much you could do about it.

“London’s pretty nice, yeah,” you look at the next question and almost roll your eyes, so boring.

But you couldn’t go off script because Sony and Marvel invited you and they wanted the press and the fans that came with putting the video up on your channel. So they got to make the questions, got the free extra publicity from your channel, and you got a nice fat paycheck.

Everyone won.

“Who is your favorite superhero from the Marvel Cinematic Universe?”

You know all of them are going to say Iron Man so you weren’t surprised when Jacob said it and Zendaya and Tom nodded and murmured along in agreement.

“And who might your favorite superhero in the MCU be bl-,” Tom started but his eyes widened and you cut him off, blackbird, he was going to slip up and expose the two of you.

“Thought we already went through this Tom, it’s Spiderman,” you grin as he settles back into his seat, a wave of calm rushing over the both of you at your save. 

“Right, of course, who doesn’t love me,” he nods into a smirk as he sits back in his chair.

“Said I liked Spiderman, nothing about you pretty boy,” it easily slipped out of your mouth, teasing and flirting was second nature around Tom. 

Both of you get lost into each other’s eyes for a moment before you snap back into the reality, did you just blow everything up?

You pick up with the questions again, acting like nothing happened, “so, Far From Home picks up where Endgame left off, will we get to see the reactions of your characters at the aftermath of the snap and everyone coming back?”

“Spoilers!” Jacob jokes, all of you laughing.

“I mean yeah, we get to see firsthand what happens when you lose Earth’s best defender,” Zendaya responds.

“Yeah I think one of the coolest things in this movie is getting to see how everyone adjusts to losing Tony Stark, losing Iron Man, as well as seeing it from the perspective of high schoolers,” Tom finishes.

“Great, well that’s all the questions I have for you all, thank you so much for having me,” you say, smiling widely before turning to the camera angled behind them to address your subscribers when you eventually edit the video, “and go see Spiderman: Far From Home! In theatres July 2nd! Hope to see you there!”

“Cut, nice job, thank you y/n. Tom, Zendaya, Jacob, you’ve got five before the next interview. Tom immediately pulls his phone out as he gives you a look before you’re ushered away from the actors and into the dressing room where your phone and purse were sitting.

You grab your phone and smirk at the text from Tom.

Tom: don’t think we were too subtle

You: we’re idiots

You sigh as you slip out the door, grabbing another Uber to Tom’s place, your place you keep reminding yourself.

***

Tom slouches in his seat while texting her, 

Blackbird: it’ll put my editing skills to the test but i think i can manage it

Tom: we could just make that video as a way of sharing our love with the world

Tom: that was cheesy as fuck

Blackbird: i like my idea better

Tom: the q&a video one?

Blackbird: ya, what better way of putting the question i get every time i do a q&a to rest than to say ‘yep i’ve got a boyfriend’ and you just sitting down next to me

Tom: also cheesy

Tom: but I like it better

He’s interrupted by Jacob elbowing him, “almost blew it a few times huh?”

“I think we did our best.”

“I know, you only gave her heart eyes like a thousand times,” Zendaya pipes up and Tom rolls his eyes.

“Did not,” Tom argues, “what even are heart eyes?”

“You know,” Jacob says, eyes softening, mouth turning into a soft smile, “heart eyes.”

“Heart eyes,” Zendaya elbows Tom and gives her best heart eyes.

“Ugh you’re both insufferable sometimes,” Tom groans before the door opens and the next interviewer enters. 

*** You get home and lay on your bed, opening your laptop, you heard the ping! of the email and you see a secure email from Sony.

That was fast.

You open up the email with a video attachment.

Miss Y/L/N,

Attached is your interview with the cast from Far From Home. Please upload the video to your Youtube channel by the end of the day tomorrow.

Sincerely,

Sony Executives

You opened up the video and watched the footage, already cut to show your face when you were talking and Tom, Jacob and Zendaya when they were talking. It was a short clip, about five minutes, you were going to add an introduction of yourself at the beginning, as well as an outro.

You had set up your camera stand in the office yesterday and made your way over to film, standing in front of your desk with the camera in front of you.

“Hey everyone! As promised, I was lucky enough to interview the cast of Far From Home today! Here’s a few minutes of the fun time I had earlier!” You film your ending at the same time.

“So that was the interview! Drop a comment below on your favorite part of the interview! And, you might notice the space I’m filming in is a little different, that’s because I’m all moved in! Sort of,” you say, grabbing the camera from the stand and showing the video the room, your desk and bookshelves sat neatly in their respective places, you managed to unpack some of your stuff, the rest in boxes on the floor.

“So, if you would like to see a room tour of the filming space when I’m finished, let me know! Alright folks, keep reading and see you next time!”

You stop recording and bring the camera back to your room, sitting on the bed and uploading the video to your laptop. You open your editing software and begin to cut and edit the video into your interview. Your thumbnail comes next, one of Tom, Jacob and Zendaya looking as normal as possible, it was hard to choose an image from the video, most of the time Tom was just staring at you like he knew you, knew every piece of you. Which wasn’t really his fault, because he did know you. You added “Y/N meets FFH Cast!” in blue letters with a red outline onto the photo and went through the process of uploading the video.

You plugged your laptop in and let it upload, moving back to the office to start unloading more of your books.

“I’m home!” Tom’s voice echoes throughout the apartment and you perk up, jumping up from your seat on the ground and running down the hallway. 

“You know, I think that video is gonna send some people into a tailspin,” you laugh as he picks you off the ground and twirls you around.

“You called me pretty boy,” Tom laughs and you can’t help but sigh into his neck as he sets you down.

“I was just teasing,” you wiggle your eyebrows as he looks down at you.

“Teasing, teasing, you teased me alright, almost called you blackbird.”

“That would’ve done us in, Sony would’ve been thoroughly confused.” 

“Did you get the video uploaded?”

“It was loading a few hours ago, so I’m sure it’s uploaded now.” 

“Wanna go see the comments?” “You hate reading comments,” you point out as his arm wraps around your waist and you walk back to your room.

“I know but I also know you love reading them. And I can’t help but be curious, just this once.”

You nod as you get your laptop and situate yourself against the pillows, Tom’s head resting on your shoulder as you open the video and pause it, scrolling down to the comment section.

Oh my GOD they way she called him pretty boy to his face, embarrassing

“But Tom, you are my pretty boy,” you laugh as he kisses your neck.

“They’re just mad that I’m not their pretty boy.”

He called her darling, lit rally goals

Plz tell me they exchanged phone numbers

Zendaya giving her daggers like back off my mans lmfaoooo

“I think she gave you a look when you called me pretty boy, like ‘did she seriously just almost blow their cover like that’, Jacob and her got a good laugh out of it.”

Pleasee the balls on her to be flirting with him the entire time

Tom seriously dropped all the heart eyes for y/n and honestly same

Its called professionalism, you should look it up, it definitely doesn’t include flirting with the person you’re interviewing

“I can’t help flirting with you Tom, you’re just so cute,” you sigh as you shut your laptop, “that’s enough of the internet for today.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” he laughs as you set your laptop on the bedside table and Tom straddles your hips, “besides, I can definitely think of things I’d rather be doing, especially ones that don’t include anyone else,” his head ducks down to kiss up your neck, gently nibbling at your jaw as you both scoot down the bed so your back is flat.

His hand slips up your Spiderman T-shirt, groping your breast as you sigh, hands slipping into his hair to give it a light tug as he hastily unbuttons your skirt and unzips it, cold fingers running along the edge of your panties as you hear the front door slam.

“Tom! Y/N!” You hear Harrison shout as Tom groans into your neck.

“Get lost! We’re having grown up time!” Tom shouts, his voice vibrating against you.

“No, like you should seriously see something,” Harrison shouts and Tom grumbles as he sits up off of you and you fix your hair and zip up your skirt.

He rushes into the room, not even sighing or being annoyed at the two of you trying to get it on. He shoves his phone in Tom’s face and he pales, scrolling through what looks like a thread of tweets.

“What? What is it?” You ask, looking over his shoulder.

He finishes the phone and hands it to you, “think they’ve caught us.”

“Wh-,” your face also pales as your eyes widen reading through the tweets. 

It starts off innocent enough, two pictures, one of Tom, one of you, with the caption, ‘Tom Holland and Y/N Y/L/N’.

The next tweet is a picture of Tom at a Home Improvement store, grabbing your desk and bookshelf, it’s a close up of the boxes of stuff next to a picture of your office from your video, bookshelves and desk, titled ‘familiar?’

The next is a picture of you sprawled out on your bed during a livestream, Tom’s twitter sweatshirt on. Nobody could see the @tomholland1996 on the side, you were only showing your face, but a slip of it showed when you sat up, just the @to but it was enough for them to place it next to a picture of Tom at the airport wearing it, with the caption, ‘familiar?’

The next tweet in the thread was also titled ‘familiar?’ With a picture of you in one of your videos with the mockingbird T-shirt next to a photo of Tom at the pharmacy early one morning in the same shirt. It was actually your fault he went to the pharmacy, you got sick while he was spending the night, you were both naked after a long night of fun, so he threw on whatever shirt was closest and ran out, not thinking anything of it.

The next tweet was a video of you during a livestream, sitting on your bed, just talking when there’s a noise behind you, a slam of the door and a “hey blackbir-,” before the video cuts off. The caption reads, ‘voice familiar?’. 

The next was sort of silly, it was just a lot of screencaps from your video of you and Tom looking at each other with love in your eyes. The next was a video cut of your video, ‘ffh interview but just each time Tom and y/n flirt with each other’.

“Cats out of the bag?” Tom laughs as he hands Harrison back his phone.

“Honestly, if neither of us say anything, 10 bucks it’ll blow over in like a week,” you say, dropping back down to the bed as Harrison leans against the door.

Tom nods in agreement, “get lost Harrison, we’ve got some time to make up for.” 

Harrison rolls his eyes but slams your door shut as Tom jumps back on top of you, “sorry bout that, guess we really are bad at the art of subtlety.”

“Oh pretty boy, ain’t nothing subtle about us.” 

***

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Pairings: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Warnings: language (maybe), mention of violence, awkward Peter

Word Count: 1587

Requested by anon: “Peter parker is in love with nerdy and bookish type girl, reader who is tend to be in the library during break. but she is also secretly vigilante who ivy (powers of plants)”

A/N: I'm going to put out a part 2 to this, but after that I think it'll be done. It was getting pretty long for me, so I wanted to split it. Part 2 should be out by Friday, October 7.

The bell rang through your ears as you finished the last of your notes. Pushing your hair out of your face, you leaned down and grabbed your bag to stuff all your books and pens back in the bag. On your way down, you ended up knocking off one of your pens without noticing. 

“You dropped this,” you heard a voice say. You glanced up, meeting the brown eyes of the boy who sat next to you in nearly every class. You didn’t like talking to many people, so you hadn’t introduced yourself yet. 

“Oh… uh… thanks.” You muttered, giving a tight smile before you took the pen and shoved it in your bag. Before he could say another word, you were out of the room in a flash. Making your way to the library, you said a quick hello to the librarian before settling in your normal corner. You took a deep breath, closing your eyes for a few moments to relish the quiet before taking out a book. You took an apple from your backpack, something to hold you over until dinner, and started to read. 

Peter noticed little moments like this from you over the next couple weeks. You never talked to anyone, and he meant anyone. You weren’t in any clubs. You did good on your tests and homework from what he could tell, but you barely spoke in class. He tried talking to you, getting to know who you were. But he couldn’t even begin. He stumbled over his words so often it was as if he wasn’t a crime fighting hero at night. He was a nervous teenager who couldn’t even talk to a girl.

Then he saw you in the library during homeroom. He needed to grab a book and saw you sitting in the corner reading by yourself. He decided now would be a good time to say something, because he could always just leave. 

“Hey… it’s (Y/N), right?” He asked, book in his hand. 

You examined the book for a couple seconds before nodding your head in response.

“I’m Peter… mind if I join you?” He asked and motioned to the small space open next to you. 

You replied with a shrug, not really expecting anyone to want to join you. Midtown was a school of geniuses but who wanted to sit in the library with some quiet girl when they could be working on the next gen Iron Man repulsers… or something. 

So you sat like that for the rest of the homeroom period. In silence as both of you read your books. It became something you did every day, you would sit in your corner and Peter would join you. You wondered where his friends were, but figured he just sat with them at lunch since he never came to the library at that time. 

Eventually, you decided to ask him about his book, and he told you a small description before asking about yours. He loved the way your eyes lit but when you spoke about it, going into much more detail than he did. He didn’t care; he could see how happy you were like this. It took a lot for you to speak up and ask, and when you got talking about it, you didn’t want to stop. 

That small interaction turned into more and more. Passing by each other in the hall, you would say hi. You even introduced yourself to Ned and MJ. Peter asked you to lunch and you started to sit with him and Ned, still only eating an apple and reading your book. 

Of course, you didn’t give up the quiet time during homeroom. You would sit in the library still with Peter, quiet as you read. Small conversations would happen here and there, but nothing huge. 

Peter couldn’t stop thinking about you. The way you crinkled your nose when you didn’t like a sentence (or found an issue with the grammar) of a book. The way you stared daggers at anyone who dared bend the corner of a book page. How your tongue slightly stuck out of the corner of your mouth when you underlined or highlighted anything in your notes. He noticed the small things, and that’s what made him fall for you. 

At the same time this was happening, Peter still had his Spider-Man duties at night. He patrolled, coming across another masked figure who was (oddly) always around some sort of greenery. Peter didn’t see what her powers were, but he knew she was good. She would always help whoever was in need, but never spoke to him. She was you, you were the other vigilante going around Queens to help. You would never admit it, but you actually were inspired by Spider-Man. Seeing him help the neighborhood was cool, and you wanted to do your part. Especially when you found out about your powers. 

Peter didn’t make any connections to you being the other vigilante at all, and you were oblivious to him being Spider-Man as well. 

“Hey! Ivy!” Spider-Man called out one day, hoping down from one of his webs. “What are your superpowers anyway? I haven’t seen you use them.” He asked curiously, tilting his head ever so slightly.

You turn to face him, uncrossing your arms. “What does a spider like you need to know that for?” You asked. You always had this new found confidence when you were Ivy. It was so easy for you to go around and beat up bad guys, take down mafia rings, and so much more. You had little quips here and there. When you could use your powers, you felt like a different person.  

“Well… you and I have helped each other-“ He started. 

You let out a puff of air. “Help? I think you just get in my way.” You said. “Hey, how do you know my name?” You asked. 

“Oh uh… you’re kind of plastered all over the Daily Bugle. They think we’re in cahoots.” He said and laughed a bit. “But your powers…” 

“I can grow plants.” You deadpanned. You could tell his confusion by the slight narrowing of his eyes. “Like… vines.” You said and held out your hand, making the vine from the side of the building grow. “See? That’s why my name is Ivy.” 

“Oh that’s so cool! Were you born with it or did you gain those powers later? How did you figure it out?” He asked, coming closer to you. 

“I’ve gotta go.” I said quickly, not wanting to get close to him. You jumped down the fire escape and ran away.

Peter was going to get you to talk eventually. He couldn’t not be friends with the one of the only other superheroes in Queens.

“(Y/N), have you seen the stuff about that new vigliante in the news?” Ned pulled you into his and Peter’s conversation. You looked up from your book, shrugging your shoulders. 

“There’s a new vigilante every day… you’ll have to be more specific.” You said and looked back down to your book. 

“Ivy, the one who uh… wrapped vines around that cartel boss the other night? Or when she threw one of those venus fly traps to those robbers?” Peter chipped in. 

You looked over to him and shrugged. “I’ve seen it.” 

“Do you know who she is?” He asked and raised his eyebrows. 

You scoffed, pursing your lips to hold back a laugh. You never showed this much emotion. “Yes, Parker. Because I would know who a secret vigilante, with a hidden identity, is.” You said, more sarcasm laced in your words than Peter or Ned had ever heard before. 

Peter eyed you for a few seconds before you added, “That’s like asking me if I know who Spider-Man is. It’s ridiculous.” You said. 

“Yeah, completely ridiculous. We don’t know who Spider-Man is.” Ned said quickly, wincing when Peter elbowed his side.

“Alright, you two are being weird. I’m going back to reading.” You said, looking back to your book so you could keep reading. Peter and Ned continued talking with her… well, you. You kept glancing over to them, unable to focus on your book. You couldn’t let them find out who you were. “She’s probably just a random woman, why do you care so much?” You asked. 

“She’s a girl,” he said and you furrowed your eyebrows. “I- I met her once.” He said and shrugged. “Well.. I’ve seen her a lot. I’ve only talked to her once. But she’s our age.” He said. 

“You met Ivy?” You asked, pretty sure that you never met or talked to Peter as Ivy before. 

“Uh… well, Spider-Man did.” He said and shrugged. “And I know Spider-Man.” 

“Sure you do,” you said and laughed a bit, grabbing your book and getting up. “You’re both too loud for me today, I’m going to the library.” You said. 

“I’ll join you!” Peter said quickly, bolting out of his seat. 

“Pete… you don’t have to keep me company all the time.” You said and smiled over at him. “Plus, who would Ned sit with then?” I asked. 

Peter practically melted when you said his nickname. “Uh.. right.” He muttered and sat back down. “I’ll see you in Chem!” He said and smiled. 

That night, you were patrolling around Queens when you heard some commotion in an alley. You grabbed onto one of your vines and slide down in stealth, eyes widening when you saw Peter changing into a Spider-Man suit.

“Peter?”

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[tom-holland-parker]

Roommates help each other out

Summary: You and your roommate Tom have always had obvious sexual tension between you, but what happens when he walks in on you masturbating 

Pairing: Roommate!Tom Holland x reader

Warning: 18+ (SMUT)

Word count: 1463

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You and Tom were friends before you decided to move in with each other

There was immediate sexual tension that definetly didn’t go unnoticed

But there was a silent agreement that you both would never act on it

That of course didn’t stop the teasing

The way Tom would grab your hips and press against you as he reached for something

Or the way that you would prance around the house in the shortest of shorts and one of his t-shirts, only to return them when they smelled like you

Or when he would loudly jerk off in the shower, knowing you could hear him but you wouldn’t complain because you were honestly turned on by it

The teasing when wouldn’t stop, getting more and more risky until one night 

Two words

MUTUAL 

MASTURBATION

It was kinda the reason that this all started

Tom was out for a run and wasn’t going to be back for a while

So you grabbed your vibrator and got naked. The door was wide open but you figured since you were home alone nothing could go wrong

But let’s be honest, you were hoping Tom would walk in and see you

Just as you were about to hit the peak of your orgasm Tom walked into the house but you were too dazed to notice, it wasn’t until you glanced at the door that you saw he was home. There he stood in the doorway, palming himself at the sight of you grinding down on your vibrator

You both came at the same time, never breaking eye contact as you caught your breath. Not knowing what to say, you smiled nervously, “you want pizza for dinner?”

Tom, with his hand covered in cum holding his now soft cock, smiled and nodded, “extra pepperoni

After that night it became an unspoken regular occurrence

Sometimes you would sneak into each others rooms and lay next to each other while touching yourselves

“Do you think it’s weird that we do this?” You turned over in bed to face him, “I mean I don’t think other roommates do this”

Tom shrugged, “Maybe it’s weird but as long as we don’t touch each other I don’t think it’s wrong”

You stayed silent for a moment. Both of you knew what he said was bullshit but the idea of actually facing whatever these feeling were was too much, “Okay”

So you kept at it for months

The moans were loud as Tom often whispered dirty things in your ears

“Show me that pretty pussy baby”

“That’s right, make yourself cum to the sight of me jerking off”

“Oh you like this don’t you, you like being watched”

But just like the teasing, this progressed into something even riskier

Until one night you both snapped

It was hard to tell who touched who first but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that the night ended with Tom’s fingers buried in your pussy and your hands working up and down on his cock

“Fuck just like that, don’t stop” you moaned as your hips began to move against his palm. Tom’s eyes rolled back as you spit on his cock and speed up your hand, “I’m so close” He said through grunts

“Oh” You’re breath hitched, “I’m cumming” The feeling of your pussy tightening on his fingers is what set him off, ropes of cum landed on your hand and stomach.

You both stayed quiet for a moment, partly trying to catch your breath but also trying to figure out what to say. Just weeks ago you both agreed that you couldn’t touch each other and now here you were, with each other cum on your hands.

“Do you want to talk ab-”

“As long as we don’t fuck each other it’s not wrong” You quickly said interrupting Tom

“Alright” Tom stared at you for a second before nodding his head and chuckling,”exactly how far are we letting this go”

“Like I said” You smiled as you began to straddle his thigh, “as long as your dick doesn’t go inside me, we are fine”

This was probably the worst thing that you both agreed on, because not most things were free rein

Fingering? Absolutely

Oral? You better believe it

Thigh riding? It’s one of the reasons Tom goes hard in the gym during leg day

Another two words

PUSSY

JOBS

So yes maybe you both agreed that his dick couldn’t be inside you, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t enough the feeling of grinding on it

But of course, like everything you both do, it became risker and riskier as time went on

So that’s how you ended up here, sitting on your roommate's lap, your back pressed against his chest as his hands explored up and down your body.

"Please Tom" you whined as his hands moved to your breast, his fingers pulling and twisting at your sensitive nipples, "please fuck me" 

You were so desperate, if you couldn't tell by your face you could tell by your voice, the way you begged him to put an end to his hours teasing and finally fuck you. You little whimpers were music to his ears. He smirked as he looked at you, your head resting on his shoulder as your hips desperately bucked into the air in search of friction. Anything that would sooth the throbbing feeling of need between your legs

"I can’t fuck you, that'll ruin the entire roommate agreement we came up with" 

You wanted to cry, all you could think about was how much you wanted him inside you filling you up until you were dripping. You opened your mouth to beg but sounds of your moan filled the room as he began to finger you. It was fast and punishing but you loved it. 

Truth was Tom knew the second that you begged him to fuck you he would but he wanted to be a tease and see you cum first.

It was after the third or fourth orgasm that you became a sloppy mess, thrashing around begging for him

"I can't take anymore Tommy" you groaned as his hand sped up again, "please"

"You can't take it anymore?" He mocked, "is that why this greedy pussy is so tight around my fingers" He pulled his fingers out, slapping your clit before thrusting three fingers inside you again. Your hand gripped his forearm as your legs began to shake, "I'm gonna cum"

"Just a second ago you couldn't take it anymore and now you're gonna cum again," He chuckled at how wrecked you sounded, "Go on, be a good little slut and cum on my hand"

You were too fucked out to notice Tom flipping you around, it wasn’t until you felt the tip of his cock slide up and down your soaking wet cum covered pussy, “You want me to fuck you?” His usual smirk spread across his face. You nodded, unable to talk as you were whining. He looked down at you, shaking his head as his hand moving to squeeze your breast, “I won’t fuck my roommate, but I fuck my girl”

“You wanna be my girl baby?” He stroked your hair. “Fuck yes Tommy” You nearly shouted, “I wanna be your girl, please fuck me”

No words were exchanged as Tom thrusted into you. Your hands gripped his shoulders as his hips gyrated into you. You both were close considering you were sensitive from the multiple orgasms and he’d been hard since he laid hands on you. “I’ve been waiting so long for this, it was so hard not being able to fuck you”

“I’ve wanted to fuck you since you moved in” You whined as your hand moved to rub your clit, “it feels so good Tommy”

His head threw back as your nails scratched his back, “Fuck, cum on my cock baby”

Your sight went blurry as your stomach tensed. Tom groaned as he came inside you, filling you with his cum as he fucked through your orgasms. 

He pulled out slowly before lifting you on his lap. You gripped his body, looking to ground yourself as your head went dizzy. Your eyes closed slowly as you felt his hands gently massaging your body. “Such a good girl, my good girl, my girl” He whispered in your ear as he kissed your forehead.

When you woke up Tom was still holding your body tightly, occasionally kissing your face. You smiled as you looked up at him, “were you being serious? About me being your girl”

“of course I was” He chuckled quietly, “now get some rest so I can take you on an official date and then fuck you on every surface in this apartment. We’ve got months to make up for”

//

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[tom-whore-dleston]

How would _______ react to you writing smut for their characters

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x fem!reader, Simu Liu x fem!reader, Tom Holland x fem!reader

Genre: smut-ish headcanon

*18+ only; please do not consume if you are younger than 18 years old*

Warnings: mention of smut (explicit and non explicit), implied smut, sexual tension, a lil bit of fluff, reactions vary between the three guys

*Please note that you are responsible for your own media consumption. If any of these warnings trigger you or make you uncomfortable, please do not read!*

Summary: You are dating one of Jordan’s Top 3 daddies and they find out you write smut for their Marvel characters.

Word Count: 1743

Notes: Thought I would let out some uncensored thoughts I had about my Top 3 finding out reader writes smut. I may be in the middle of midterm szn but that ain't gonna stop me from being my usual w word self 😂😂Thank you to the lovely and magical @magicxc for beta reading! I was literally brainfarting over simple things but I am grateful for your insight 🥰😘 also can we talk real quick about how gd fine these men look lol they really do be my muses :') i forgot to watermark my collage so don't steal or I'll cry

Tom Hiddleston

Tom finding the smut you have written about Loki was a total accident. While your laptop was getting repaired, you were forced to use Tom’s over the next few days. During that time, you casually browsed Tumblr and other websites alike. You oftentimes forgot that Tom’s laptop was not your own. Without thinking much about it, you closed his laptop before hopping into the shower.

While you showered, Tom jumped onto the bed belly first and opened up his laptop. His original intent was to check and respond to his emails. That was until he found something that was only meant for your eyes. He was puzzled to find a document that looked like a short story. Curious, he continued reading what you have written so far.

Twenty minutes later, you walked into the bedroom, freshly cleaned and only in your towel, when you stumbled upon Tom lying on the bed, his blue eyes fixated on the laptop in front of his face. That was when you remembered you forgot to exit out of your doc of the President Loki and TVA Loki threesome fic you were in the middle of writing.

You were ready to pounce on the bed to yank the laptop out of his reach. Sure it was his laptop, but he was also looking at your smut about his characters. That all changed when your eyes laid upon Tom, realizing his typically sweet face was glossed over with mischief.

“Tom,” you began, “let me explain-” Tom shook his head and shushed you with a calloused finger.

“Well, darling, I knew you really enjoyed the show, but I had no idea you enjoyed it this much,” Tom chuckled. “Is that why you were upset that I cut my hair and dyed it back to brown?”

Your mouth fell agape and sweat trickled from your body even after showering. Tom took note of your reaction, a laugh bubbling from his chest. He scooted closer to you at the edge of the bed, wrapping his hands around your towel covered body.

Tom pushed you onto the bed gracefully, switching positions with you. You bit your lip as he towered over you and trapped your wrists above your head with one of his strong hands. His other hand gently stroked your cheek, his hard knuckles contrasting against your silky skin.

All of a sudden, the towel unraveled from your body, revealing your naked form. Your legs naturally spread open for him, revealing your already wet cunt to him. Tom licked his lips, the bulge in his pants becoming more apparent through his jeans.

“Such a dirty girl,” he growled as if Tom had completely immersed himself into Loki. “Can’t decide which of me she wants.” At that point, all traces of Tom had left in his face, voice, or body language. It was all Loki. Not that it bothered you one bit.

“Would you prefer the TVA variant? Or the President variant?” he inquired before grazing his teeth against your earlobe. You couldn’t bring yourself to answer him. Only a faint moan escaped your lips. His signature Loki laugh filled the room, his blue eyes darkening into an ocean storm.

“No matter, I will still have you writhing for your god,” your boyfriend hissed before drinking up your famous last words with a fiery kiss.

That night, he managed to incorporate both TVA Loki and President Loki in bed. At one point, you may have accidentally screamed for Loki rather than Tom. Fortunately, that didn’t stop Tom from pounding into you over and over acting as the two Lokis. You were also able to finally finish the threesome fic the next morning, thanks to Tom’s hands on inspiration.

Simu Liu

The keys of your laptop clicked away as you typed away at your newest work. You had spent the last three hours working on a Shang-Chi smut. An extremely dirty thought randomly popped into your head after watching the movie. You had no one to discuss it with so writing was your best outlet to unleash those ideas.

You were so laser focused on wrapping up the sex scene that you didn’t hear heavy footsteps trail into the kitchen. Simu just woke up from a nap and comes into the kitchen wearing only a pair of gym shorts

Writing your fics while Simu napped was the best time for you to write because he wouldn’t know about the filthy thoughts you had about his character. Even though you and Simu had pretty open communication, writing smut was one thing you preferred to keep to yourself. Especially since that smut was about his character.

The corner of your lips curved upward and you giggled to yourself as you finished writing the climax of your piece. No pun intended.

“What’s got my pretty girl smiling like that?” Simu interrogated while trying to read your face from behind the laptop.

“Huh, what?” you muttered with a puzzled expression. Simu chuckled softly when you met his gaze.

“Is there another meme of me? I wanna see-”

You slammed your laptop shut, trying to hide your expression. Simu jumped in surprise and confusion.

“Oh it’s nothing,” you lied, shrugging off his wonder. “Just work stuff.”

“Yeah, you were smiling over your editing job that you were complaining about hours ago. C’mon, babe, I’ve seen a lot of memes about me and it only makes my skin thicker. Just lemme see.” You tried to protest but he snatched the laptop from your grasp with ease. Damn his strong arms and fast instincts.

He opened the laptop and the screen blinked, displaying the white screen with the words of your x-rated Shang-Chi piece. Simu balanced the laptop in one hand while angling the screen for easier reading.

You wanted to be upset that he was reading something that was only meant for your eyes, along with the eyes of many strangers from your blog. The thing was, you couldn’t even bring yourself to stop him. You just watched everything unfold. Your eyebrows tightened into a thin line as you chewed on your lip, questioning if you were ready to let him into your secret world of fanfiction writing.

His eyes scanned over the written work, widening at how it progressively got filthier. He smirked deviously, rereading a particularly nasty part of the fic. Was he actually liking what you wrote about his character? You tried to reach for your laptop but he scooted away from you, sitting in the chair across from you.

“This one is my favorite part,” he cleared his throat, “‘Shang-Chi yanked your panties off with his teeth, your arousal still sticking to the fabric even as it slid down your legs.’” Both yours and Simu’s cheeks warmed up as he read that line aloud. He hummed in satisfaction and lowered the top of the laptop so he could get a better look at you.

“Well, it looks like I did a good job as Shang-Chi if you’re all hot and bothered by him,” Simu taunted, licking his lips. You knew the gears in his head were turning and you tried to avoid his gaze, which only egged him on, a smug smirk plastered on his face.

His arms extended out as if preparing to give you a hug. “Come here, baby. There’s nothing to be shy about.” You reluctantly walked to the other side of the table. The first thing you notice is the apparent bulge poking through Simu’s shorts.

Your pussy clenches around nothing, staring at his package through the thin material. Simu pat his thigh, motioning you to sit on his lap. As you did, your breath hitched as your now wet slit brushed against his hardening cock. His lips hovered over the shell of your ear, his next words causing you to shudder.

“How about you show me more of what is on that dirty, little mind of yours. I want to know all the things that turn my pretty girl on.”

Tom Holland

“Hey, love, you know the site Tumblr right?” Tom asked randomly during Sunday brunch. This caused you to choke on your mimosa, thankfully not causing a scene in the middle of the restaurant. When Tom asked if you were okay, you just heaved a giant breath and nodded.

“Yeah, I know what Tumblr is,” you responded, taking another sip of your mimosa to ease your anxiety. “Why do you ask?”

“So one of the mates sent me one of the blogs on there. This one blog in particular writes these fun little stories about me...well, actually, my characters. I believe they’re called fanfiction, right? Anyways, some of the stories they write are really...ummm what’s the word...graphic. In a sexual way.”

His rambling only increased your anxiety. Luckily, it was a bottomless mimosa so you refilled your glass with the pitcher of juice and champagne.

“Really?” you paused nervously, your heart pumping outside your chest. “What’s the blog?”

Tom showed you the screen of his phone.

Fuck!

The blog he was referring to was your own. You had the blog way before you started dating Tom. In fact, you were one of the most popular fanfic writer blogs on the site. Once you started dating Tom, you made it your mission to hide all traces of your blog from him. How could one of his friends have found it?

“Oh, cool!” was all you could muster up as your blood ran cold.

“Yeah, actually, it’s quite flattering. No offense, love, but I do receive a lot of sexual comments, but to write a story- I mean, fanfiction- about me. It’s interesting. I should read it to you and we can-”

“No, no, that’s okay.” You chugged the rest of your mimosa. You proceeded to refill it and take another sip. Meanwhile, Tom was oblivious to your nervousness.

“You know what, if it’s alright with you, I should write to this blog. Tell them that their writing is so good that it has inspired me to be better in bed-”

You slammed your palm flat on the table. Tom jumped in his seat at the loud noise.

“Tom, stop talking.”

“I’m sorry, love, did I go too far?”

“Tom, that’s my blog! I wrote those fanfictions about you!” Tom stared at you in disbelief. You sighed, sinking into your seat.

“I had that blog years before I met you. When we started dating, I didn’t want you to know about it because I thought I would scare you away. I didn’t want you to think I was just another fan.”

Tom reached his hand out for you to grab. You eased against his touch, warmth flooding to your cheeks.

“Seeing that you liked the stories so much, I guess I had nothing to be ashamed of.” You laughed, setting down your glass.

“Of course, you have nothing to be ashamed of. I love them even more knowing that you wrote them for me. And now, I know exactly how to please you.” He motioned your waiter over to your table, requesting the bill.

“Think you and I should reenact some of your works when we get back to the flat, yeah?”

*Thanks for reading :) Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated. Your responses are what keep me motivated to write. However, please do not repost or translate my work anywhere.*

[cherrycheridarling]

dap me up | t.h.

tom holland x actress!reader

warnings: somewhat smut? swearing and fluff

summary: during an interview for your new film, tom exposes your odd routine during intimate scenes and your favourite flower.

a/n: i got carried away. there's a lot going on in here. enjoy?

wc: 2.6k

"Hello! I'm Adrien Fox with Pop Sugar and we are here with stars of the new film 'Week Off', Tom Holland and Y/N Y/L/N!" Adrien introduced you and Tom to the cameras.

You and Tom gave little waves, "Hello!"

"Now, let's get right into it."

Adrien began asking generic questions while you tried your best to prevent any spoilers from leaving Tom's lips.

"Can you explain the movie a bit to anyone who is unfamiliar with the book or hasn't watched the trailer?"

Tom opened his mouth to speak before closing it, "I think I'll let Y/N do that."

Adrien laughed before you spoke, "Yeah, um. It's basically a comedy with a little rated R content. Some romance, but mostly raunchy and hilarious stuff. It follows the employees in this law firm and their vacation away from work. Lots ensues during said trip including relationships, arguments and too much drinking."

"And you guys worked with many famous actors and actresses in this film. Like, Jennifer Lawrence, Emma Stone, Anne Hathaway, Zendaya, Chris Hemsworth, Kevin Hart, Jonah Hill, Channing Tatum and The Rock. How was working with that many iconic people in the industry? You guys are obviously incredibly well known as well, but I imagine some of these people were your idols growing up." Adrien asked and you and Tom nodded.

"Yeah, uh, yeah. It was an honour. Absolutely amazing. Like, I never imagined I'd be making films, let alone films with stars like Kevin Hart and Emma Stone, you know? I'm just really proud of this one and I love everyone who we worked on it with." Tom gave his answer making you nod.

You cleared your throat, "Yeah, Zendaya is my best friend and she has been for years, long before this movie came along, but I still got so excited about working with her. Jennifer Lawrence is amazing, so hilarious. You put her and Chris into a room together and it's just comedy central." you laughed with Tom at the memory.

"We've seen in the trailer that you two share many intimate and – may I say – risqué scenes in this film. Was it hard to keep that level of professionalism and friendship while shooting those scenes?"

You let out a little chuckle at the question before Tom rubbed his chin and spoke, "Since Y/N and I are already good friends off screen, I thought it would be awkward filming those scenes, but Y/N does this weird handshake after every take and it wasn't awkward 'cause it just made me laugh."

Adrien laughed a little before speaking, "What handshake?"

You shook your head with a smile as you recalled the first time you ever did the handshake with Tom.

"Ready, Holland?" you had your pyjamas on and were making your way to your mark in the set of your character's hotel room.

Tom nodded before following you in, cameras and crew hot on his heels, "Ready as I'll ever be."

He was shirtless. A pair of loose fitting grey shorts hung low on his waist. His costume for this scene as Niko Sai.

A black silk slip hung carelessly off of your frame. Ending at the middle of your thighs, v-neck dipping low on your chest. Your costume for Kora Patel.

"We're going to take it from Tom's line; 'You want me just as much as I want you'. Okay?" you and Tom gave a thumbs up, "Action!"

"You want me just as much as I want you. Everytime you sneak a glance at me and you think I don't see, but I do because I'm already looking at you, Patel." Tom walked behind you, looking at you through the mirror in front of you. "I don't blame you, I am incredibly good looking." he smirked to himself.

"I'm guessing you couldn't fit your shirt over your ginormous head?" you rolled your eyes.

Tom's smirk only grew, "Is that a little bit of drool on your mouth, Patel? Who knew the Kora Patel had a thing for Niko Sai? Oh, the Lord is good."

You rested your hands on the sink and leaned forward, "This is a useless conversation, Sai." you turned to face him, "I feel nothing for you. Don't you get that?"

He stepped closer to you and cupped your face in his palm, "Yes you do, you just don't want to." his face showed pain, all humour drained from his character.

You shook your head with a dry laugh, "You're only trying with me because it's convenient. The company's quiet little Kora Patel, right?"

He took another step towards you, holding your hip in a tight grip, "That's a lie. Nothing about us is convenient."

You chuckled before your hand flew to grasp his hair, tangling your fingers in his curls. Your other hand pressed against his pec. Nails tracing patterns on his skin. Tom's breath hitched along with yours as his body automatically drew closer to you.

You tightened your grip on his hair, "It is convenient because you know I keep to myself. You know that I won't go running my mouth about how long you last or if size really does matter. You know that I'm an easy one to fuck," you pulled him closer, "And toss aside, right, Sai?"

"No." Tom swallowed, "You're wrong, Patel."

You shrugged, "I can give you what you want," you ran your thumb across his bottom lip, "Physically." your eyes met his with heavy lids, "Not emotionally. That's why you need Remedy. Not me." your lips brushed his as you spoke, your voice just loud enough for the mics to pick up.

He leaned in and nearly kissed you before you pushed him away slightly by his chest, foreheads still touching, "Let me kiss you." he whispered, sounding so desperate that you nearly abandoned the script and pulled him into you.

You rolled your lips between your teeth, "And if I don't?" you raised an eyebrow, challenging him.

"I'll leave you alone. If that's what you want, I'll go and have a useless one night stand with a girl who could never measure up to you." he pulled your hips flesh against his, "But if you let me kiss you. I promise to show you how much I mean it when I say that I'll spend all night showering every inch of your body with the love it deserves." he brushed his lips against yours again before bringing his mouth to your ear, "Just say the word, darling, and I'm yours."

Your heavy breaths were the only things that could be heard besides the small sound of shuffling behind the cameras. Your eyes flickered from his eyes to his lips before you closed the distance and pushed your lips to his.

Fighting for dominancy, teeth clashing, hands roaming. Unscripted groans falling from Tom's lips as you tugged on his hair, running your fingers along his scalp. His hands gripped the bottom of your thighs before you jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist.

"I still hate you." you breathed against his lips as he kissed the corner of your mouth.

You felt him smirk, "You sure have a funny way of showing it."

He carried you to the bedroom, gently laying you down and climbing on top of you, never breaking the kiss. His hands running down your sides, squeezing and rubbing. Your lips moving in sync until he pulled away only to attach his lips to your jawline, leaving slow but hard kisses down your neck, leading to your collarbone.

"Still hate me?" Tom mumbled against your skin.

You let out a breathy moan, "More than ever."

"What do you hate about me, Patel?" he lifted up the bottom of your black slip.

"E-everything." you fake gasped as he rolled his hips into yours.

He laughed dryly, "Everything, huh? The noises you're making say otherwise."

"You're such a dick." you moaned.

He smirked against your breast, "You're about to take my—"

"—Don't finish that fucking sentence, Sai."

Soft moans fell from your lips as you wrapped your legs around his waist again and pulled him closer to you. He groaned against your skin as the cameras picked up every noise, every movement, every kiss. You ran your nails down his back, surely leaving marks in its wake. His grip on your hips was almost punishing, as if he wanted there to be bruises the next day.

"And cut! Great work, guys. Ten minute break and we'll shoot it again."

Tom immediately got off of you and sat to the side of the bed before looking at you with concern, "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

You let out a laugh before shaking your head, "No, you didn't hurt me. Dap me up." you held out your hand and he stared confused.

"What you up?" he chuckled.

You smiled before lifting his hand and doing the movements for him, "Just like that." he finally got it down and smiled.

"You Americans are definitely odd." he teased.

You tossed him a wink as an assistant handed you a robe, "See you in ten, Holland."

"And that's the handshake. It's not really a handshake, more of a greeting. I just did it after our first intimate scene because Tom was acting weird and I didn't want things to be awkward." you explained with a shrug as Adrien and Tom laughed.

Tom nodded, "I thought I hurt her! So I asked if I did and all she said was 'dap me up', like, what?" he laughed with you.

"You guys have really great chemistry on and off screen." Adrien complimented making your cheeks heat up.

You nodded, "Thank you. It took a lot of work to break through his industrial ego." you joked with an exhausted sigh as Adrien laughed.

Tom gasped beside you, "I do not have an industrial ego!"

"Mhm, sure." you joked before reaching over and giving Tom's thigh a gentle squeeze, "I meant indestructible."

Tom huffed and crossed his arms, "This is bullying."

Adrien laughed again, "We have to talk about something," he started and you already knew what was coming, "Lots of fans have speculated that the romance on screen carries on off screen." he smirked.

You and Tom laughed nervously. Almost awkwardly.

The situations that you went through with Tom while filming definitely built your relationship with him and strengthened it. In all honesty, you didn't know if the feelings you had for him were reciprocated.

In Tom's head, he was adamant that you had no feelings for him beyond the big screen. Both of you were too timid to confess first. His feelings for you developed a few weeks into filming and since then have only gotten stronger as your friendship grew and you spent more time together.

The amount of times that this topic had been brought up today was tiring. Every answer was the same: "No, no. We're just really good friends."

You decided to joke around, "Honestly, I've asked Tom out at least twenty times and he keeps rejecting me." you pouted and sniffled.

Adrien let out a joyous laugh as Tom gasped and choked on air at your words.

"That is not true! She has never asked me out!" he defended himself.

You shook your head with a deep frown, "He's broken my heart too many times. This is probably my last time acting with him." you continued on with the joke.

Tom shook his head furiously, "That is one hundred percent false. If she had asked me out, we would already be dating." he let the words fall from his lips without a second thought.

You fought the instinct to snap your head towards him. His confession catching you off guard. You played it off with another pout and shrug. Unsure if he was joining in on the prank or not.

Adrien raised a suggestive eyebrow, "What I'm hearing is that Y/N just needs to ask you out and we have our new couple."

You fake gasped, "Why do I have to ask him out? He should be asking me out with a million roses and a horse drawn carriage." you flipped your hair over your shoulder.

"You don't even like roses." Tom laughed, "You like dandelions because they turn into those fluffy things that you can make a wish with." he remembered the information off of the top of his head, "And because it sounds like you're saying 'dandy lions' when you say their name."

You nodded with a smile, "A million dandelions then. And maybe I'll think about it." you joked with a yawn making the two men laugh.

"You heard it here first. We have a new couple on the rise. Tom just needs to find a million dandelions and a horse drawn carriage." Adrien laughed again.

Tom scoffed dramatically, "Find? I already have them in my garage, ready to go."

Adrien cheered as you felt a heat creep up your neck, "Did I say dandelions? I meant daisies."

"Got those, too." Tom smirked making you roll your eyes.

"Okay, we need to end this interview before Tom buys all the flowers in Berlin." you joked.

After the interview ended, you said your goodbyes to Adrien and the crew before you and Tom made your way back to your temporary hotel suite for the week of press junkets.

Tom walked you to your room, stopping at the door, "That was an odd interview." he chuckled.

You nodded, "Indeed. It was fun, though." you smiled and he returned the expression.

There was an awkward beat of silence before he spoke again, "T-that whole asking me out thing. You were kidding, right? Like, just a show for the cameras?" he laughed nervously.

You swallowed air before replying with a timid smile, "Y-yeah. Totally. Just for the fans." you nodded again, "Um, I should head to bed. More interviews tomorrow. See you in the morning." you gave him a little wave before turning to your door and pulling out your key.

He nodded with the smallest of pouts before turning on his heel and starting the walk back to his suite.

Just as your hand was turning the knob, Tom's voice called out to you again.

"Would you like to go on a date with me?" he spoke in one breath.

You bit your lip to conceal your smile, but it was no use. His question sparked a flame in your stomach that wasn't dying out anytime soon.

You turned with a bright grin, "I'd love to."

His features went from pure fright to relief in a matter of seconds, "G-great. I'll- uh, I'll text you the details. Goodnight." he gave you a little salute making you laugh.

"Sounds good. Night, Holland." you nodded your head before entering your hotel room.

You leaned against the door as soon as it shut. A euphoric glow radiating off of you. You were going on a date with Tom Holland.

Tom happily punched the air. Skipping down the hallway, a new found joy in his step. Chris Hemsworth walked out of his room and examined the gleeful boy.

"What's got you all smiley?" he chuckled.

Tom stopped and smiled, staring at the ceiling, "I just got myself a date."

Chris raised an impressed eyebrow before laughing, "You really are Peter Parker. Night, kid."

"Goodnight, Chris." Tom's smile never faded as he made his way back to his suite.

Not even ten minutes had gone by since he last spoke to you and he already missed you. He pulled out his phone and pressed on your contact.

Tom: sorry i didn't have any dandelions. hope you can make an exception x

Y/N: i suppose but the horse drawn carriage is a must x

[imaginestuffs]

First Kiss- Peter Parker x Reader

word count:2137

warnings: lots of kissing. don't know if that needs a warning but i put it anyway. just fluffiness!

Summary: Reader and Peter have their first kiss.

(not my gif!)

Music was playing throughout your room and you danced around singing along. Your parents were away for the week and so you were home alone. You had on one of Peter’s shirts you had stolen and your hair was messy from shaking it about. You had on one of your favorite playlists on Spotify. You simply titled “Classics” it consisted of Fleetwood Mac, The Eagles, The beetles, Carly Simon, Queen, and so much more. You had grown up listening to what your parents did and so in your opinion, you had immaculate music taste.

You could barely hear the sound of the busy streets of Queens beneath you. You were too busy singing along to Brown Eyed Girl by Van Morrison; to be bothered by the sound of your window creaking open. You never usually locked your window because Peter would stop by after patrol.

He quietly set his feet on the floor and closed the window again. You still had yet to notice him, as you kept on singing along as loud as you wanted.

“Whatever happened

To Tuesday and so slow

Going down the old mine with a transistor radio

Standing in the sunlight laughing

Hiding behind a rainbow’s wall

Slipping and sliding

All along the waterfall, with you

My brown-eyed girl

You”

You sang loudly before Peter decided to step in and finish the last words of the verse.

“My brown-eyed girl”

You jumped and let out a little yelp of surprise when you saw him standing there with a soft smile on his face. “Peter! You scared me! I thought you would be later.” you lightly scolded your boyfriend as you turned your music down to a lower volume. “I wanted to see you sooner, I hope you don’t mind, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he explains shyly. He had a blush on his cheeks. His hair was messy from being under the mask for a while. He had no cuts or bruises on his face which caused you relief.

“I don’t mind at all. I’m just used to knowing when you get here. My music was just a bit too loud it’s not your fault. I’m sorry you were subjected to my terrible singing.” you apologized with an embarrassed laugh. He walked towards you slowly with a smile on his face.

“I love your voice. It’s perfect.” he complimented you and your cheeks flushed.

“No need to say that. I’m sure yours is better from the little that I heard,” you told him and stepped toward him as well. You grabbed his hand and sat him on the edge of your bed. “Now! Spider-man. What’s the damage tonight?” you ask in a fake stern tone. Your hands were on your hips as you looked at him intently. “Nothing too bad tonight just a bruise on my arm, and a few scratches there as well,” he explained to you. “Well, then I guess I’ll take care of those for you. Stay here I’ll be right back,” you said before placing a quick peck to his forehead and walked into the bathroom to fetch the first-aid kit you had on hand. Peter smiled at the way you treated him. You were always so gentle and compassionate.

You walked back into the room and set everything you needed on the bed next to him. “Alright spidey let me see your arm,” you said. Peter pressed the Spider at the center of his suit and it fell from his shoulders. You immediately grasped his hands and checked to see what arm it was on. You saw some small cuts with dried blood stuck to his skin. “This might sting a bit Peter, I’m sorry I’ll try and be quick. I promise. You grabbed the rubbing alcohol and began to clean his small wounds. He would let out a hiss now and again but other than that was quiet enough. He looked at your face and saw the concentration etched onto it. Even though it was the smallest injury he’d had you still paid all your attention to it.

He saw your lip drawn between your teeth and couldn’t help but want to kiss you. He had never kissed you before but had been waiting for a good time.

“(y/n),” he said quietly. He lifted his hand and gently gripped your chin to turn you to look at him. You looked t him in confusion. “What’s wrong Peter?” you question in concern. “I’m fine. I just- I guess I just wanted to see you up close. Your eyes are more beautiful than the last time I saw them this close. You smiled shyly.

“That was only a day ago Pete.” you cast your gaze downward, he moved his hand to gently cup your cheek. “Still, They’re more beautiful than ever. You know like the stars but even brighter,” he explains in a cliche way. The compliment makes your stomach fill with butterflies. Your smile broadens and he cringed at what he had said to you. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry that was so cheesy. I hope you didn’t take that seriously.” he rambled. You looked at him with a flash of offense on your face. He didn’t mean it?

He saw your look and his eyes widened.

“No. no. no! That’s not what I mean. I just mean that it was super cheesy the way I said that and I hope you don’t take the cliche so seriously. I really meant it. Your eyes are beautiful.” he ranted on but you let a small smile claim your lips at his rambling. You grabbed his hand in yours.

“Peter. Peter, it’s ok I understand. You’re too sweet, now let me finish cleaning you up ok.” you said and leaned forward to kiss his head. He nodded in silence, letting you get back to placing a tiny band-aid over the cut. You kissed it and stood back a bit smiling at what you had done.

He admired you as you admired him, and you caught his gaze. He reached towards you and stood up. He grabbed your waist and pulled you into a hug. Your head rested on his chest and his chin rested on your head.

“You know babe, I think a shower would do you really well right now.” you tease him. He looked down at you and chuckled. “Clothes still in the same drawer?” he questioned before moving away from you. “Yup, now hurry, I miss you,” you said as he gathered his clothes. “I’ll be quick I promise.” he walked out and threw a smile over his shoulder.

-

After a while, he walked back in with damp curls and comfy clothes instead of his suit. He walks over to you once again before holding you in his arms.

All the sound heard in the room was My Girl by The Temptations. The calming music and the feeling of Peter’s chest rising and falling grounded you and you relaxed. He noticed you relax into him more and he held you a bit tighter. He swayed you both a bit before pulling back slightly so he could see your face. Your cheeks were darker and it made him smile.

Looking down at you he knew he wanted to make his move now. If you said no, he wouldn’t do it, but he had no idea where to even start if you said yes.

His hand traveled from your waist to the back of your neck and you looked up at him in wonderment. You placed your hands on his chest tracing miscellaneous patterns on his chest. It sent shivers down his spine at the feeling of your fingers touching him so gently. He was sure you could feel his heart beating rapidly beneath your palm.

He looked into your eyes for a sense of reassurance. As if to ask for your permission before he started to lean in. your eyes lit up a bit at the sight of him leaning in and so you closed them and leaned in as well. The way he enveloped you entirely, his smell, his rough hands, and warm breath fanning against your soft lips made your knees go weak. Your heart leaped in your chest as you could feel him get closer to you. You could feel his lips brush yours and just as he was about to completely close the gap between you, he spoke.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked.

Instead of saying anything, you let your lips answer for you. Your lips collided with his and he let out a surprised hum. It made your stomach do flips.

He brought you as close as possible your hands reached up to run through his unruly curls. The hand that held your head tugged your hair softly and you let out a soft whine at the feeling. This only spurred him on and soon enough his tongue was nervously seeking entrance to your mouth. You parted your plush lips and tentatively let his tongue stray into your mouth. You sigh at the feeling and push up on your toes. The need for air became evident and so you pulled away slowly letting your lips part from his. Your cheeks flushed and his hair messy.

Your breaths were heavy as you just stared in awe at each other. You two have had kisses with other people before but this one felt like it wasn’t any kiss, it was the kiss. The one you knew you needed forever.

You smiled and gently pulled away from him. You pushed a strand of hair behind your ear and looked away from him. “Wow.” were the only words that escaped Peter’s lips. A broad grin broke out on his face and he chuckled. He watched as you put the first-aid kit away. The way you moved and the smile on your face. He looked at you like you were the universe, because to him, you were.

You walked into the room again and smiled at him.

With no thought other than you Peter moved forward and swept you off of the floor. You let out a surprised yelp and a laugh bubbled past your lips. You let your head fall back as he spun you and he watched on in wonder at you. He let out laughs as well and he set you down steadying you both. Your closed your eyes and scrunched up your nose a bit which caused his heart to melt just a little bit more.

You opened your eyes and a look of pure joy appeared in those (e/c) eyes he loved so much.

He just stared at you for a moment in concentration trying to memorize every part of you.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” you ask with a furrow of your brow. He lifts his hand and gently relaxes the crease between your eyebrows. “Nothing is wrong. I just- I wanted to look at you,” he mumbled. You could practically feel your heart burst.

“(y/n).” he paused anxiously. You nodded, encouraging him to continue.

“Can I- can I kiss you again?” he asks bashfully. You blush and let your hand trail down his arm to tangle with his. You look at him through your lashes.

“Yes.” that was all he needed before he leaned back in. his lips collided with yours more passionately than before. His free hand circled completely around your waist pulling you tightly against him. Your other hand raised to run down his chest. He whined a bit at the feeling and you sighed at the noise. He took the chance and let his tongue once again wander your mouth. Massaging yours and feeling you relax against him. He held you up, letting go of your hand his hand ran up your spine and trailed back down it. Your hand moved up to cradle his face.

Things began to slow down and he ended up pressing small kisses on your lips between breaths.

“We need to do that more often…” he breathed out. You nodded and nudged his nose with yours. “I agree, let’s make the most of our week alone huh?” you ask with a Cheshire grin. He blushed but nodded his head quickly grabbing your hand tightly.

“But…” you let silence break your sentence.

“First. Would you dance with me?” you asked bashfully. Peter smiled brightly and nodded.

“I’m not too good at it but I’ll do anything for you.” you smiled at him before reaching to lock your hands behind his neck. “I guess we’ll learn together,” you told him. You felt his hands move down to grip your hips and your heart fluttered.

You leaned up and pressed another kiss to his lips.

“I'm too lucky,” he mumbled.

“I’m even luckier,” you said and rested your forehead on his.

[multi-fandomfuckboy]

would you do tom holland x fem!reader

You stayed in bed with blanket as you got tears in your eyes, feeling a bit down. It was bit raining outside. Tom got back home looking for you. Tom found you in bed, cuddling on her back, as you couldn't look at him. Tom looked at you said what wrong, you wouldn’t wanna talk about it

(thank you :) )

No Words

Tom Holland x Reader

AN: It’s a short one, but I hope it’s what you are looking for!! I enjoyed writing it, it kind of made me want to curl up in a blanket too!

You could hear the rain hitting the windows from where you lay under the blankets. It had been raining all day, filling your apartment with a gloomy light. The cold seemed to penetrate every aspect of your home, eventually settling inside you. You could hear your phone buzzing on the nightstand, but you couldn’t bring yourself to get up. It felt like you could barely lift your head. You had been this way for most of the day, drifting in and out of sleep, only aware of the rain's ceaseless prattering.

You heard the front door open and close. There was only one other person who had a key to your place. Tom. The thought of him seeing you like this had a pit forming in your stomach. You felt the sting of tears in your eyes. Turning onto your side, you pulled the blankets up over your head, keeping you back to the bedroom door.

“(Y/N)!” He called from the living room. You could hear his footsteps getting closer to the bedroom. “(Y/N), are you alright? I’ve been trying to text you but-“ he stopped short upon entering the room. Seeing your form curled under the blankets in the dark made his heart hurt. He quickly slipped off his shoes and crawled onto the bed next to you.

“Are you feeling okay, love?” he asked, laying a gentle hand on your shoulder. His tone was so soft and warm, it made you feel even more ashamed of your abysmal state. Not able to contain it, a quiet sob shook your shoulders. Tom only tisked softly as he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer to his chest. You sniffled, desperately trying to hide the tears in your eyes. Tom propped himself up on one arm, using the other to pull the blankets away from your face.

“It’s okay, sweetheart.” He soothed, cupping your face with his warm hand as he kissed the tip of your nose and your forehead. His eyes held no judgment as they looked down at you, his brown hair falling over his forehead, slightly damp from the rain. The gesture somehow made you want to cry even more.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, running his thumb over your cheek, whipping away a stray tear. A shiver ran up your spine, that you were certain had nothing to do with the rain outside. Biting your lip, to stop it from quivering, you shook your head. Tom only nodded in understanding.

“That’s fine, love. We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. Do you want me to stay here with you?” he asked, keeping his eyes on yours. You felt a slight blush warm your cheeks at his intense gaze.

“That would be nice.” You croaked out. You cringed at the sound, you hated that it sounded so broken. But Tom only smiled down at you, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear and placing another kiss on your brow.

“How about we order some take-out and just have a cozy night in? I’ll even let you pick the movie.” he offered. Your heart swelled at his words. It was hard to feel so sad when Tom was there. He was so full of love and kindness. He was so patient and never pressed you if you didn't feel like talking. He always seemed content with just being there with you.

Tom did hate to see you sad. But he knew that it wasn't something he could control. All he could do was be patient and keep loving you even on the bad days.

So, he took off his jeans and t-shirt before climbing under the blankets with you. He held you close to him and slowly the chill that had set in your bones began to ebb. He didn't make a move to get up until you did.

He would always be there for you, even if you didn't feel like talking. He would be happy to wait.

[ronaldmcdonaldfucker]

is anyone interested in a multi-part harley keener fic, featuring peter and possibly a love triangle? because i want to write one, but i need to know if people will actually read it lmao

[nowimyurdaisy]

Kiss Her

pairing: tom holland x reader

warning: like one swear word

summary: Tom and you are dating, and Harrison is determined to get the two of you to reveal it.

a/n: i love this! eeee! hope you like it too :) i miss posting my fics. have a few more in the working.

-✧⬝✧⬝✧⬝✧⬝✧-

You lived with the boys, being best friends with tom & haz an’ all. You and tom had always been best friends since school, glued to the hip, until about a few months ago when you two became something more.

Tom and you decided to keep it a secret from the world, your families and friends. Obviously no matter how well you two tried to hide it, the boys could tell something was up. Never bringing it up till today.

Harrison walked into the kitchen the smell of waffles waking him up.”Morning” he yawned, stretching his arms over his head.

“Hi sleepy head” you giggled, looking over at haz.

“Morning mate. Morning y/n/n.” tom said, walking in, and grinding at you. 

You hand haz a plate of waffles, then tom giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. While you thought harrison wasn’t looking, he was.

“Sooo how’d you sleep last night?” haz asks, pulling a chair out and sitting down.

You and tom look at each other quickly before replying, “good” in unison.

“Come on” haz groaned, “there is obviously something going on between the two of you” harrison let out a frustrated sigh.

"What? Haz your crazy," you make a confused face and shake your head.

"Nothing's going on between us," Tom says at the same time, frantically shaking his head.

"So if I kissed her right now you wouldn't care?" Harrison asks moving closer to you.

“Whatever, go for it! I don’t care.” Tom squeaks out, shrugging playing it ‘cool’.

“Um. What about me? I care!” you pipe in on the conversation.

“So…” haz starts but never finishes, as he cups your face and kisses you.

Annoyed at Tom, you decide to tease him, leaning in, draping your arms around Harrison's neck, deepening the kiss.

Tom's face turns bright red. Seeing you, his girlfriend, well secret girlfriend make out with his best friend.

“Alright, alright that’s enough!!” Tom snaps, pushing the two of you apart. You smirk, tom sends an angry look your way before speaking again, “Don’t your dare fucking think about touching or kissing MY girlfriend ever again!”

“So you admit your dating” haz grins proudly, hands on his hips.

“Yes we are.” Tom states, words infused with anger.

“That was kinda sexy” you whisper into his ear.

“I can hear you, you know” Haz makes a disgusted face.

“I know.” You smirk, placing your hand on his bicep, making him blush.

Just then Harry walks into the kitchen, waking up from all the commotion. Looking around he asks, “uh, what’d I miss?”

“Lets see,” you hum, “haz & i kissed, tom and i have been secretly dating for the past few months” you shrug.

“WHA-”

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

hiraeth

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/iNC3M51

by endeavourhatepage

What happened?

Where am I?

So many questions went through her already racing mind. Shaken up by the events, there she sat, in the middle of a dark alleyway that alerted her Spider-Tingle. “What the fu-“

hiraeth (n): a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home that maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for lost places in your past

Words: 1363, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Batman - All Media Types, DCU (Comics)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M

Characters: Reader, Tony Stark, Damian Wayne, Titus | Damian Wayne's Dog, Bruce Wayne, Original Child(ren) of Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Alfred Pennyworth, Jim Gordon, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Stephen Strange, Bruce Banner

Relationships: Tony Stark & Reader, Bruce Wayne & Reader, Damian Wayne & Reader, Jason Todd/Reader, Batfamily Members & Reader, Alfred Pennyworth & Reader, Tony Stark & Daughter Reader

Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, Avenger Reader (Marvel), Reader is Spider-Man, Spider-Girl - Freeform, Batbrothers (DCU), Batfamily (DCU), marvel/dc crossover - Freeform, Angst, Comfort, Damian Wayne Needs a Hug, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Jason Todd Needs A Hug, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Tim Drake is Red Robin, Anxiety Disorder, Blood and Injury, Canon-Typical Violence, Fluff, Damian Wayne and Reader Get Along, Reader is 19, Reader "dies" in Infinity War, fem! reader, Swearing, TikTok, Adopted by Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/iNC3M51

[angelic-holland]

New Girl, Old Feelings // th x fem!reader

requested: netflix and chill w/ Tom, friends to lovers 

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: embarrassing loss of virginity stories, smut

A/N: small flashback in italics at the beginning! 

It became almost a routine for you and Tom. He’d come back from filming and sleep for about a day, then you’d show up with a box of pizza and the pair of you would sit, typically with Tessa between you, and watch New Girl. 

You actually became friends when he told you a fake name from New Girl while you were serving him coffee. 

He didn’t like using his real one, knew that people might find out who he is and go crazy in Starbucks. So instead he smiled at you and said ‘Schmidt’. You grinned right back, “New Girl fan?”

And he was cute, and you loved a guy with good taste in tv so when he replied with, “big fan, sort of want to marathon it with somebody,” you flirted back.

“I’ve been meaning to watch it again too,” your eyes twinkled, daring him to respond, to invite you over. 

He nodded, the same twinkle in his eyes before you wrote the name on his cup along with his drink order, casually writing your number below the fake name.

When he texted you the next day you were over the moon, but when you found out he was famous, you figured it was best for you two to be friends. It’s not like there was nothing there. You would flirt, he would take the bait and flirt back, but it was all playful, neither of you moving past the flirtatious friendship you found yourself in.

You were watching episode 23 of the second season, “Virgins”, each of the characters recounting funny, heartwarming stories of how they lost their virginity. Tessa was at his parents' house since he just got back from his press tour for Spiderman: Far From Home.

“So,” Tom nudges your shoulder.

“So,” you nudge back, feeling his stare on the side of your face.

“How’d you lose your virginity?”

You choked out a laugh, “you really wanna know?”

“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

“This is so god damn embarrassing,” you laugh, burying your face in your hands.

“Can’t be as bad as mine.”

“Okay, I was out with a guy, we had just saw Suicide Squad and we were making out in the front seat of his Jeep. And we, you know, did the deed, but honestly he wasn’t my cup of tea so I was just picturing Margot Robbie the entire time-,”

“Wait are you-,” Tom pauses, “cause I don’t care if you are I just thought-,”

“No, I’m not gay, I don’t prefer labels, guys are hot, women are hot, everyone’s hot.”

“Even me?”

“You know you’re hot.”

“True, come on there’s gotta be more to this story for it to be embarrassing.”

“And I apparently leaned my back against the horn for too long and the mall security guard caught us, his dick literally inside me, clothes still completely on, fucking in his car. Worst day of my life, by far,” you weren’t exactly embarrassed by what you were saying, because this was Tom and you told Tom everything, you were comfortable but the memory made your cheeks heat up.

“My dad caught me.”

“Oh I’m so glad you also got caught, that’s the fucking worst isn’t it?”

“He kicked the girl out too, literally in the middle of having sex he told her to put some clothes on and get out of his house.”

“Tom! Oh my god that’s the worst actually.”

“Might’ve had something to do with we were pissed drunk after prom but yeah, one of my many fails.”

“Many! Oh Tom, do tell.”

“No, no way, too embarrassing,” he laughs, hand moving to rest against your leg, it was a casual touch, his finger drawing gentle circles against it, you found out he enjoyed human touch, whether it was a head on a shoulder, hand on the thigh, and it was comfortable. You enjoyed the warmth his fingertips spread through your body.

You both turned to pay attention to the characters on the screen, Jess was pushing the elevator button and you knew what was coming next. 

Nick sweeps Jess off her feet, his eyes trained on her lips. Out of instinct you lick your own and Tom’s fingers freeze on your thigh, breath caught in his throat.

“What are you doing?” Jess asks Nick as he guides her back to their apartment.

“Let’s not think about it,” Nick replies. 

“Tom?” You turn your head to face him and he’s smiling at you as Nick and Jess kiss on screen. 

“Let’s not think about it,” he whispers and his other hand moves to cup the back of your head, eyes staring at your lips before he pulls you towards him. Your eyes slip shut as you meet his lips with an excited shiver. 

“Wait,” you pull away, hands smoothing down the front of his shirt, “I don’t, don’t want this to be, just this.”

“What do you mean?”

“I want you to be mine,” You whisper, eyes searching his for an indication that he didn’t feel the same. That your New Girl rewatch was over, that you made things awkward by searching for more.

“Oh thank fuck, I’ve wanted to be yours since you wrote Schmidt on my coffee cup.”

You smirk before moving his lips back to yours with a tug on the front of his shirt. 

His tongue meets yours and it’s excited as you run your hands under his shirt and sigh as your hands meet his warm stomach and chest.

His hands were more urgent than yours, like he would let go and you wouldn’t be there anymore. 

They moved to grip your hips, your legs easily swinging over his to straddle his hips.

Your mouths never broke apart, slightly sloppy as you attempted to make up for a year of lost time with the press of his lips against yours, fingers driving you crazy as they run along the bare skin under your tank top. You could feel his cock hard underneath his sweatpants against your ass, your hips slowly grinding against his hips.

“You want this?” Tom asks, fingers playing with the edge of your shorts.

“Oh fuck yeah,” you laugh and he’s helping you pull his shirt off, yours is next and he takes a deep breath as your breasts, encased in a pretty purple fabric press against his bare chest.

“God,” he grunts before his hands work on unhooking your bra. You toss it to the side and his hands are back on you, gently cupping your breasts as his lips trail down your neck.

Your hands work on unbuttoning your shorts as he takes a nipple into his mouth, tongue soothing it after a cheeky bite. 

“Tom,” you whimper, his arms make quick work holding your back and sides tight before flipping you over. You pull off your shorts, shoving them down your legs while his hands make quick work of tossing them off the rest of the way. The lace covering where he wanted to be was shiny and wet with your arousal and Tom grunted as he settles on the floor between your spread thighs, fingers working your panties down your legs. The sight of your pussy, aching and wanting leaves him breathless as he balls your panties up in one hand, the other is a comforting weight on your hip.

“Can I?” He asks, lips leaving heated kisses up your thighs, pausing right next to your pussy.

“Please,” you whisper and his eyes darken before his tongue darts out and explores your folds just like he explored your mouth before. 

The sound of the theme song for the next episode and your quiet whimpers and moans filled the room as his lips wrapped around your clit. 

“Tommy,” you cry out as he slips a finger into your heat, then another, you’re clenching around his as he crooks his fingers just right and the sound of that nickname falling from your full lips has him moaning around your clit, sending you hurtling towards a mindblowing orgasm. 

Tom works you through it, fingers slowing to a stop as his lips move to lick through your folds, as his fingers pull out of you he sucks them into his mouth and the sight alone makes you whimper before he’s standing up.

“Where’re you going?” You manage to get out, chest rising up and down as you try to catch your breath. 

“Condom, stay right there darling,” he grins before bouncing off to his room. He comes back shortly with a silver wrapper in his hands and you pull him back down to you, turning him so you can straddle his hips. It’s a little clumsy as your chin bumps into his head, struggling to turn but you both giggle and his soft eyes are making your heart melt as you help him pull his sweatpants off. There’s no barrier between you now, no unsaid words and flirty eyes. Just you and Tom, bare for each other. His hard cock is throbbing against his stomach as you kiss him, one of your hands move to stroke his cock, thumb swiping the precum off the head and using it to help your hand. 

He groans into your mouth as his hands work to pull the condom out. You work in tandem to put the condom on and when you do his hands move to your ass, holding onto you as you lift yourself up, gripping his shoulders before slowly sinking down on his cock.

You pant against his lips when he’s fully seated inside of you. 

“Fuck,” he moans your name as you start to move, his hands making sure your body is flush against his body. 

No words really need to be exchanged other than whispers of each other’s name, your fingers leaving crescent marks in his shoulders as his press tightly against the skin of your hips, helping you move when the burning in your thighs slows you down. 

You’re so close and Tom can feel you clench around him, his cock twitching in response.

His fingers find their way to your clit, you’re too caught up in the feeling of his wet lips against your jaw, sucking and marking you when his thumb rubs your clit, you’re coming with a cry of his name. One more push of your hips against his sends his head spinning and he’s coming with a grunt of your name as you relax against him.

“That was nice,” you mumble as he helps you off of him.

“Just nice?” A laugh and an eyebrow raise meets your sweaty face as you collapse back against the sofa. 

“More like so mindblowing you sound like an idiot when you try to describe it.”

“Fair enough,” Tom smirks and you watch him turn and admire his butt while he takes the condom off, tossing it in the trash in the kitchen before disappearing to his bedroom.

He comes back with a washcloth and a T-shirt of his. 

He settles back on the floor, using the washcloth to clean your soaked pussy and thighs. 

“Here,” He says, helping you slip his shirt on, smiling as his fingers trace the mark he left on your jaw.

“Do I get to keep it?” You ask, tucking your legs underneath you while he starts to get dressed. 

“Hmm,” he steps back as he pulls his sweatpants up and stares at you, hair crazy, bare legs, arms wrapped around them over his T-shirt, “I’ve always wanted to see you in my shirt and I love it.”

You smile softly as he leans down and kisses your lips. You never want him to pull back for air.

Before you can wrap your hands around his neck and pull him down for round two the front door to his apartment swings open and you hear Tessa’s excited bark.

“Hey Tom, y/n,” Harry’s voice rings out and you quickly throw the blanket over your bare legs. 

You turn your head sheepishly as Tom attempts to grab your clothes, bra and panties still bright purple thrown on the ground. 

“Oh shit, well about fucking time,” Harry laughs, leaning against the living room entrance, Tessa jumping up on the couch. 

Tom waves off Harry who tells him to keep it in his pants when Tessa’s around before leaving.

As you and Tom settle back on the couch, your head in his lap, Tessa’s head resting on your stomach you start laughing hysterically. 

“What?” Tom asks curiously as he runs his fingers through your hair.

“It’s fitting the first time with each other someone also catches us.”

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Updated 31 July 2024

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Reader doesn't like tik tok but tom force her to make tik tok videos. Then she does that body ody challenge,Tom gets jealous of the comments😅

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“Tom I told you I don’t like Tik-Toks,” you whined, letting him pull you by your hand to where he situated his phone. 

“I know but,” he jutted his lip out. “The fans really want you in one. I really want you in one.” 

“Fine,” you huff. “But I’m not using the account you set up for me.” 

“Whatever,” he teased with a smile, pressing the play button as the two of you danced the moves you had rehearsed for hours. 

**

Your video with Tom had quite literally blown up. With over five million likes, you were trending. People wanted more, requested for more, begged for more. After spending countless hours scrolling through the app, you finally learned the tricks and what was cool and what wasn’t. 

A current trend you wanted to join was the body challenge. Watching the hundreds of stunning black women post their videos, you decided to dress in some biker shorts and a sports bra. You normally trained in an outfit, but you decided your first Tik Tok on your own was worth it. 

With the music playing you only did two takes before posting it with a silly caption. Within minutes, your video was spiraling on the app. Likes and comments and shares growing wildly, you laughed as you heard Tom’s footsteps marching up the stairs. 

“You posted a Tik Tok!” He cheered, and you nodded with a laugh as he picked you up and threw you into the giant king-sized bed. He collapsed beside you, the two of you scrolling through the app together. 

After a considerable amount of time, you decided to check your recent post, Tom watching the way your fingers moved. 

“Look at all these comments,” you laughed. 

He furrowed his brows as you passed a few that read “that bodddyyy😍 😍 😍'' and “sexy mf🤤 🤤.” You passed a few more: “when you come for Tom but stay for her😌 🧚‍♀️” and “get me some of that😫 😫 .”

You laughed, but sensed a bit of tension from the boy beside you. He had grown quiet, and you ruffled his curls while questioning him. “What’s wrong, baby?”

He huffed. “All those- all those people out there want what’s mine!” he crosses his arms childishly, and it makes you awe inside at how much of a needy baby he is. 

“They’re allowed to give me compliments.”

“Yeah but-but-” he huffs again, brows furrowing. “You’re mine and they should all know that!”

You giggle, pulling him into your side a little closer and kissing his forehead. “They know that, baby,” you give him a peck. “They love me a normal amount.” Another peck. “Nothing’s gonna take me away from you.”

He smiles in your arms, “Gimme another kiss.”