#tom holland x plus size reader

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And when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for a while...

[brightlilith]

Please someone write Tom!Peter x Supergirl!Reader

Where they are in Nwh in the battle and she seems to be helping, and when everything is finished she returns to her universe, and after a few months Peter goes to her land unintentionally and they end up falling in love. This is after everyone forgets about him, but she and the other Peters don't forget about him because they are from other universes.

If you want to write, contact me, I have more ideas for the plot and tag me. plsss

[bitchyycapricorn]

Jealousy

College Frat!Peter x Reader

Summary: Blurb over a jealous Flash secretly watching reader ride Frat!Peter

Flash is absolutely obsessed with you. Everything about you in his eyes is perfect. And It just so happened that Flash was lucky enough to land a spot at the same college as you. Of course, his luck ran out there since Peter Parker also attended the same college as the both of you. Infact, Flash found himself in a way rooming with Parker, in a frat house that is.

See, nobody was surprised at Flash’s draw towards being apart of a frat, but Peter really took everyone by surprise. That included you as well. But, something about you loved the attitude and cocky confidence Peter gained in his little frat.

That attitude is exactly what lead you to where you were. Hovering above Peter’s naked body as you bounce up and down on his hard cock, taking in every inch of him. Your hips rocking back and forth, grinding roughly into Peters while his large hands grip your hips.

Flash had gone looking for Peter at the exact same time, hoping to urge the boy into playing a round of truth or drink with him and the others. It was to his surprise that when he opened the door, without knocking, he found you in there as well.

Flash watches you ride Peter in disbelief. He watches the way you throw your head back and moan Peter’s name quietly. He watches the way Peter’s hands begin to explore up and down your body. He watches the way you rise up on Peter’s thick length before dropping down again with force.

A bitter taste fills Flashes mouth as he analyzes the scene in front of him. It was the fact that he was now not only aware, but has to watch as Peter stuffs you full with his cock. It was the way he now knows just how cockdrunk you get for Peter as he murmurs dirty things to you.

Flash listens to the way your erotic moans fill the room. The way Peter calls you his filthy slut. His cock whore. His dirty little girl.

Each phrase makrs Flashes blood boil. Rage and disgust filling his body, yet he couldn’t look away. Not when you’re cumming around Peters cock with a cry. Not when Peter is fucking up into you so hard before he filling you with his cum.

[noobsquasher]

Love your writing omg, can you pls pls write one where y/n has never had an orgasm before and is really innocent so her best friend Peter (who’s kinda dominant) helps her by going down and fingering her??

Say Yes To Heaven ✮

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: unprotected sex, praising, degrading, fingering, oral sex (reading receiving), swearing, etc

Summary: Your best friend, Peter is shocked to hear that you've never had an orgasm before. So in return, he offers to give you your first.

Notes: Peter Parker x Female Reader

All characters in this story are 18+

I know. 6 months since I've uploaded something, but here's another toe-curling smut for you <3 thanks for all love I've been receiving even though I've been gone.

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“Which one is this for?” You asked, holding the foreign Lego piece, not knowing where to place it. 

“Oh! That’s the last piece I was looking for. Put that on the top, right here.” He pointed to the arch of the plastic building, indicating where to put it. 

You leaned over, carefully moving forward to gently connect the Lego pieces. 

“There! Voila!” You cheered, impressed that you finished about a quarter of your Hogwarts Lego project with Peter. 

“Great! Now we have about… 1,500 more pieces to go!” 

You took a deep breath, already tired of how long you guys have been building this. You took a look outside, the sky was painted with deep rose and tangerine, slight hints of indigo parading the ends of the horizon. 

“Pete, let’s take a break. I’m hungry.” You stood up, making your way towards his kitchen. 

“Uh, sure. What do you wanna eat? I have…” he followed you before opening his fridge, checking to see what he had in store, “Well, I um… I don’t really have much. May hasn’t gone shopping yet.” 

“What about pizza?” You proposed. 

“I have pizza dough. You wanna make it ourselves?” 

“Make pizza with you? The last time you were in charge of cooking, the fire department showed up not even an hour later.” 

“Hey! That was one time like forever ago!” 

“That happened last week, Peter.” 

He narrowed his eyes at you, huffing. You giggled. 

“Look, it’ll be fun! Us two, cooking, creating something homemade. Come on.” Those big brown eyes of his practically begged you with just the bat of an eyelash. 

You gazed at him, a smile creeping up your face. 

“Fine. But I’m in charge of oven duty, not you.”

Afterward, you two started your cooking adventure. Having Peter even be in the kitchen was already a fire hazard, so you took on most of the work, letting him do the easy parts. 

You watched intently as he rolled out the pizza dough, a pretty smile on his face as he enjoyed the activity. 

You couldn’t help but get lost in the minuscule act, something so small doing so much to your heart. You felt pure infatuation run through your veins, your eyes practically twinkling as you watched the person you loved most. 

You knew crushing on your best friend would have you end up in a ditch, a hole deep and wide enough to keep you from crawling out, a dark abyss that held all your pent-up feelings. Emotions that pricked you each time you saw Peter’s heart-wrenching smile. 

You didn’t know if he liked you back, you wondered if it was even a possibility, hoped there was a small part of him that felt the same way you did. 

You’ve known him forever, he’s been your sidekick since you could remember. Even when you found out that he was Spiderman, you still stuck with him through thick and thin, never leaving his side. 

You never thought your relationship would turn up the way it has, but now you are stuck. Adhered to this impending adoration you hold for Peter fucking Parker. 

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t even realize when Peter tried to catch your attention.

“Hey? You alright, my love?” He looked concerned, slight fear on his face. 

“What?” 

“Why do you have that look on your face?” 

“Huh? What look?” 

He gazed at you, studying your features, eyes marked to your chest, 

“Nothing. Um, I’m done with the dough. I already put the sauce on it.” 

You took a deep breath, reaching over the kitchen island to grab the sliced cheese. 

“Here, put the mozzarella on it.” 

When the pizza was prepared, you took the pan and placed it inside the oven, setting it. 

“Okay, we just gotta wait a little while, and then it’s done.” You announced. 

“Alright. So… what do you wanna do?” Peter leaned against the counter, looking down at you. His stance sent strange chills down your spine, you gulped, trying to get your conscience together. 

“I- I dunno. What do you wanna do?” 

“Wanna watch a movie?” 

“If you say Star-“ 

“Star Wars. There are new episodes of the man-“ 

“No, Peter. I’m not watching that shit again.” 

“Why not?! You made me sit through five Twilight movies!” 

“Don’t act like you're not on team Edward!” 

“I’m team, Alice!” 

You gazed at him, a grin staining your lips before you rolled your eyes, letting out a laugh. He couldn’t help but laugh at himself, the two of you cackling together. 

“Okay, alright, we don’t need to watch Star Wars again. For your sake.” He put his hand on your arm, squeezing it. 

You gazed up at him, your cheeks suddenly heating up. 

“Uh… let’s just talk, until the pizza is done.” 

He nodded his head, walking back to the living room to grab a seat on the couch. 

You sat next to him, keeping a safe enough distance from him, for your sake, and your panties, of course. 

“So, tell me something about yourself.” 

You grinned, 

“You know everything about me, Pete. You’ve known me forever.” 

“Yeah, but people still hold secrets. Tell me one of yours.” 

You kept your eyes on him, crossing your arms. 

I’m in love with you. 

“You first, Parker.” 

“Hm… well, this secret is one of my worst. Truly horrific.” You tilted your head at him, “I’m… I’m a Leo man.” He confessed, putting his head into his hands as if he was terrified at what he just shared. 

You gasped in mock offense, 

“Leo?! Oh god, no!” You wailed, covering your eyes. 

He laughed, shaking his head, 

“I know… I know, It’s my biggest character flaw.” 

You giggled,

“My biggest character flaw is not being able to have an orgasm.” You admitted, sharing a personal confession with Peter. 

His brows knit together, his gaze shifting. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Well… I’ve only had sex once, and the guy didn’t make me finish. And I’ve you know… experimented with myself before, but I’ve never really had that big O every woman talks about. I’m kinda… embarrassed. I feel like there’s something wrong with me, you know? Guys can get off so easily, but then when it comes to women who are inexperienced and who don’t know much about their bodies, it’s a whole other situation.” 

Peter listened intently, showing care in what you had to say. 

“So, you’ve never had a real orgasm?” He gently asked. 

“Not really.”

He kept his eyes on you, analyzing your body language. 

You felt the invisible tension between you two wrap around your neck, practically suffocating you with your vulnerability. You felt your heart race, wanting to change the subject. 

“Anyway, uh… I um, I think the pizza is ready.” You hastily stood up, making your way towards the kitchen. 

“It's not ready yet, but it smells good.” You say, inhaling the mouth-watering scent that’s filled the room. 

You felt Peter creep behind you, placing a careful hand on your waist. You didn’t jump at his touch, instead, you melted, leaning towards him. 

“You haven’t had an orgasm yet?” His tone held genuine concern as if he really cared about your situation. 

“It’s- it’s nothing, Peter. You shouldn’t-“ 

“Can I… can I show you how it feels?” 

You were nearly thrown back, almost dumbfounded at his words. 

“W-what?” 

“I’m a firm believer that every woman should be able to have a good orgasm every once in a while. You are such a hard worker, honey. You put in so much care and effort into your everyday life and into the people you love and… and I just can’t see how you haven’t blown up with all that stress you must have.” You were completely starstruck by Peter at the moment, you thought your feet had molded into the floor, “Let me… let me take care of you. Show you how good it feels to finally let go, and have that earth-shattering orgasm you’ve been waiting for.” 

You stood staring at him, unable to open your mouth. Had he just said what you thought he did? Propose an offer that would completely change your life. 

“Peter, you- you don’t need to do that for me. I know you care about me and all, but it’s not your responsibility.” 

“I know, but this feels like it is. I want you to have this experience, to step into a new path in your life.” 

You gazed into his honeyed orbs, contemplating the idea. 

This would be a whole new venture for you, a life-altering experience that you’ve been dying for. Denying the offer seemed like a foolish choice. 

“…It’s okay if you don’t-“ 

“I want to. I want to experience it.” 

He blinked, 

“Are you sure? Like one hundred percent positive?” 

“You're right, Peter. I need to experience this, I need to let go for once.” 

His eyes never left yours as a smile stained his lips. 

“So, we’re doing this? We’re really doing it?” He questioned, leaning closer to you. His chestnut orbs sparkled with underlying excitement, as did yours. 

“We’re really doing it.” 

-

As soon as Peter peeled off your sticky panties, your mind started to ramble. 

Has Peter done this before? If so, how come he hasn’t told me? Does he like me too? He wouldn’t do this just as a friendly gesture, would he? How does this affect our relationship from now on? Is he—

“Hey… hey, you're alright. I’m here, Angel.” The nickname slipped out his lips so smoothly, so perfectly, it nearly stopped your heart. 

He was so gentle with you, rubbing your thighs carefully, whispering soft affirmations to soothe you, treating you like something so fragile, a thin layer of glass. 

“Are you sure you wanna keep going?” You felt your heart thump throughout your body as you looked down at him, his face inches away from your velvety folds. 

“I mean- my pussy is already in your face so…” he chuckled, his warm laugh calming you. 

“Alright… if I’m hurting you or anything, please speak up. Don’t be afraid to talk to me.” 

“I will don’t worry.” 

He took one more look at you before his thumb trailed to your throbbing clit, drawing slight circles around it. The instant shock had your head thrown back, soft moans escaping your lips. 

“Shit… you're already soaked. Did I do this to you?” He continued his movements, playing with you like a guitar, pulling each string with pure delicacy, with one prominent goal in mind. You whimpered, breath heavy. 

“Tell me, Angel. Who did this to you?” 

Suddenly, his finger sunk inside you, almost too easy. You let out a roar, chest rising and falling as your gaze narrowed to the curly-haired boy between your legs. 

“You! You did, Peter! All you!” The pleasure was overwhelming, you felt your entire body heat up, your mind spinning. 

His fingers curled inside you, hitting that sweet spot of yours. You gasped, gripping onto his bed sheets as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. 

“Good girl… such a sweet girl. You like that?” He praises, fingers digging deeper. You can’t help but continue to moan, eyes closed as you take in how fucking amazing this feels. Suddenly, you feel Peter’s hand slap your throbbing clit. You yelp, looking back at him. 

“Eyes down here, baby. Look at me while I make you come.” His sugared demands came as a surprise to you. 

Never have you seen Peter in this light before. It makes you feel a type of way, an instant feeling of desire. All you wanted was him. All of him. Every single inch of his cock just buried inside you. 

“Peter! Oh- oh fucking god!” You felt something burn within you, complete ecstasy running through your veins as Peter’s thick fingers continued to destroy you. 

“Talk to me, princess. Tell me what you want.” Your eyes practically burned into one another, Peter’s chestnut orbs were filled with lust. You wished he could always look at you like this. 

“I want- shit, I want to come. Please, please let me come. I’m begging you!” He smiles, diving into you as his hot tongue starts to draw circles around your little bundle of nerves. Harsh moans escape your lips, your legs starting to shake. 

It was as if his lips were a work of magic, moving them in such an inconceivable rhythm that you thought your mind was going to explode. With how he was devouring your soaked pussy and playing with that honeyed spot within you, it felt like you finally reached nirvana. 

Is this what heaven feels like? 

“Such a sweet pussy,” he groans, fingers hooked inside you, 

“God, you taste so fucking good. I could eat this pussy all night. Shit. Why didn’t you let me fuck you sooner?” He dives back into his succulent meal. 

You couldn’t answer him as crying out your moans was the only thing you could do. You started to wonder if this was really happening. Was Peter about to give you your first orgasm? 

You even realize that he’s been humping the mattress this whole time, fucking out his throbbing boner. 

“God! Peter! I’m gonna- I’m gonna come!” Your chest thumps rigorously, all your nerves start to light a fuse inside you. You start to feel lightheaded, bliss starting to kick in as Peter continues to play with your body like his own goddamn toy. “I’m- I’m gonna-“ 

Suddenly, he stops. You quickly look at him, all your limbs trembling as you whine. 

“Why- why did you-“ 

“All this time I’ve been waiting, just fucking dreaming about this baby. 

Now that I’ve got you, I’ll never let you go. I want- no, I need to feel you wrapped around my cock. I gotta make a mess inside you if you’ll let me. I’ll promise to make you cum on my cock for all eternity if you do.” 

You stared at him, completely dumbfounded. You needed at least three to five business days to process what he just said. 

“Please, babygirl. I’m begging you.” 

You laid still, those glossy orbs of yours stuck to the man before you. 

“If you don’t want that it’s alright, I’ll just—“ his ramblings were cut short as your lips connected to his, kissing him with such passion that tiny whimpers escaped Peter. You gripped onto his curls, pulling him into you. 

“Shut up and fuck the living shit outta me.” 

-

To say that Peter’s cock was big was an understatement. You’ve never seen something so beautiful. It was thick, long, veiny, and absolutely angelic. 

“Holy shit.” You blurt, eyes locked onto his leaking tip. 

“What? Is it too big? Or too—“

“No- Peter. Your dick is so… wow.” 

“Really? Do you think so? I always thought it was—“ You shut him up again with your puffy lips, you couldn’t wait any longer to have him deep inside you. 

“I don’t want you to go easy on me. Just fuck me like there’s no tomorrow, baby. I need you.” You plead before ripping off your top, your breasts falling in front of him. His chocolate orbs immediately stared at them. 

“Can I suck on them?” He asks softly, his hand grasping onto your pebbled nipple. You nod your head, biting your lip in anticipation. 

He lays you back down onto his sheets, his pink lips immediately attaching to your chest. You whine with pleasure, his hand reaching down to your abused clit to play with it again. 

His candied kisses mark your body with much love as if he’s branding you.

Never have you felt this euphoric.

You feel his cock brush over your cunt, as if he was asking permission to completely indulge inside you. 

“You have my word, Petey. Please let me feel you.” 

His pupils widen before he catches a kiss on your lips. As your tongues dance together, his large length slips inside you, stretching you out with blazing felicity. You both moan in desire, wanting more. 

His thrusts increase as he brings your knees up to his chest, completely fucking you insane like how you begged him to. 

The bed bangs against the wall as he pounds his cock within you, your cries filling the room. 

“Oh! Just like that! Fuck, Peter!” 

“You feel so fucking good. My god… such a tight pussy. Jesus Christ— I could cum already.” He groans, kissing you. You whine against his lips, arms wrapping around his back to pull him deeper. 

“You fucking slut. You love my cock, don’t you? Can’t get enough?” 

“Never! Oh, my fucking—“ you didn’t think he could sink any further, but when his cock hit your cervix, you completely lost your mind. 

You could feel him throb within you, your walls gripping onto him for dear life, never wanting to let him go. 

Harsh claps ran around his bedroom, you were definitely gonna feel the aches in the morning. 

Peter was right, why didn’t you let him fuck you sooner? His cock was addictive, this was a feeling you could never get over. 

You started to go numb as he pounded you senseless, utter babbles were all you could make out. 

“Already cock-drunk, baby? That dumb brain of yours can’t handle my pretty cock? Huh?” He teased. 

You honestly didn’t even know what he said. All you could feel was that huge cock inside you just absolutely tearing you up from the inside, and out. 

You felt that burning feeling again, soon realizing that you were gonna make a mess on him. 

“Gonna let me feel you? Come on, Angel. Let me feel you.” 

Suddenly, it happened. 

Your back brutally arched as all your muscles tightened, your intense orgasm raging throughout your body. You screamed Peter’s name like a damn prayer, trembling harshly as your cunt gripped Peter’s cock with all its glory. It was unlike anything else you’ve ever endured. Staining his thick length with your saccharine cum is what enlightenment must feel like. 

He grunts, “That’s it baby, that’s it. Good girl, such a pretty slut for me, yeah? Tell me you’re all mine.”

“I’m- I’m all yours. I swear. I swear, Petey.”

He smiles before crying with triumph as he finishes inside you, painting your walls with his delicate seed. 

As the high died down, you couldn’t help but feel fulfilled. A smile pricked your lips as you started to laugh, euphoria clouding your head. Peter looked over as you were giggling like a maniac. He too busted out chuckling as it was contagious. 

“Why- why are you laughing?” 

“Because… because that was the best sex I’ve ever had! I feel so… so fucking happy.” You confessed, a huge grin attached to your lips. 

Peter blushes, softly laughing before catching a much-needed kiss on your lips. His kiss was filled with tenderness, sweet love fusing between you. 

Suddenly, a burning smell pricks your nose. 

“Peter,” you try to break the kiss but he doesn’t stop, wanting to caress you forever, “…Peter— what’s that smell?” 

“Huh? What… oh shit. The pizza!” He jumps out of bed, running butt-naked towards his kitchen. 

You sigh as you shake your head.

“Call the fucking fire department again!” 

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Copyright © of noobsquasher 2024

[bucky-fricking-barnes]

Tangle

Title: Tangle

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Slight angst and mentions of depression, post-NWH

Summary: Several years after his memory is erased from the planes of existence, Peter lets himself fade into the background of another holiday season.

A/N: For those who aren’t from there, the “T” is a nickname for the subway in Boston. This fic is also part of @foreverindreamlandd​‘s Winter Wonderland Sleepover. As always, thank you for reading and supporting me. I hope you enjoy! Dividers are by @firefly-graphics​

Slush sloshed around Peter’s boots as he trudged through the streets of Boston. He’d spent most of his day holed up in the library studying for his engineering class. His watch read 6:00, which meant that he only had an hour to get home, change into his work uniform, and head to the restaurant for his shift. If he was lucky, the T wouldn’t be as packed as it was the night before and he’d actually get there on time tonight.

Somewhere up ahead, carolers sang in four-part harmony, something about snowflakes or candles in windows. Their voices clashed with the bellringer at the corner in the opposite direction, worsening the headache that had been creeping up on Peter since hour three at the library.

Peter kept his head down and his hands in his pockets as he walked to the station. All around him, the crowds surged, buzzing with excitement, but he just couldn’t feel it, not this year. The holidays had always been something he’d looked forward to. He’d spend weeks making plans for winter break with MJ, Ned, and May until every moment was crafted to be as enjoyable as possible. The plans usually went out the window once break actually arrived, but thinking back, it was the time he’d spent with his family and friends that he’d really enjoyed, not the plan itself. Years ago, Mr. Stark had taken him out for dinner. No one had been able to know about it, of course, but it had been one of the highlights of that Christmas. It had gotten him into the holiday spirit more than anything else.

He had no reason to travel home for his Christmas break this year, even though most of his classmates were. He didn’t have the option, really, because his boss had scheduled him to work both Christmas Eve and Christmas. Even if he was able, however, Peter wouldn’t have gone back to Queens. There was nothing there for him now except the memories he’d made and a lot of pain. Three years had passed and grief still ripped through him with every thought of his life in New York, both good and bad. Lately, he’d had to bury himself in working and studying to keep from getting caught up in the memories of Christmas past. They were an ever-present knot in his stomach, like the Christmas lights he and May would have to untangle every year.

A wave of heat hit the center of his chest and Peter stepped back, forced into the person behind him by a body against his front. The woman grabbed onto his shoulders, shouting a much-too-loud apology into his ear as she tried to regain her footing on the slippery sidewalk. Instinctively, Peter’s hands went to her waist, holding onto her through her wool coat even as her cup of hot cocoa seeped into the fabric of his favorite sweatshirt.

“I am so sorry,” she apologized again, this time clutching the lapels of his open jacket. After a second, she released him and stepped out of his grasp, taking in the damage she’d done. The woman winced, then met his gaze. “I’m sorry. I slipped. I can give you money for dry cleaning, that looks expensive…”

Peter shook his head and forced a small smile. “It’s not, and it’s fine, really.”

“I know, but I—” She groaned. She looked pained, like she was the one wearing the piping hot hot chocolate. “I just feel really bad. I’m trying to be a better person, you know, with the holidays and all that, and this kinda ruined my streak.”

Unable to help himself, Peter snorted. The woman frowned and froze, looking a little offended. He lifted his hands in an apology of his own.

“I’m sorry,” he said, “but it ruined your streak?”

She crossed her arms. “Yeah, it ruined my streak. I’ve gone three whole days without knocking someone over.”

It was endearing how upset she was about the whole incident, but it was hard to have any kind of conversation in the middle of a city sidewalk. Peter didn’t want this to end, so he reached out for her elbow and gently guided her towards a storefront, away from the flow of traffic.

“Three days, huh? I must be bad luck,” he replied, sticking his hands back into his pockets. His chest was warm from the hot chocolate, but his fingers were freezing. He needed to buy a new pair of gloves. The old ones had gotten frozen to a fire escape last night after he’d tried to stay warmer while stalking out a bodega. He’d spilled water onto them without realizing and the gloves were completely destroyed by the time he got himself free. Peter made a mental note to improve the fabric of the suit next time he remade it so he wouldn’t be as cold. Each winter he’d spent here seemed to be colder than the last.

The woman shrugged with a small, shy smile. The Christmas lights in the window beside her lit up her face and Peter could’ve sworn that he knew her from somewhere, but then she shifted and the shadows moved, and it was like she was a completely different person.

“You’re not so bad.” She paused, smiling at him for a moment longer before pulling her gloved hand from her pocket for him to shake. “I’m Y/N.”

“Peter,” he replied, shaking it. He stuck his hands back in his pockets right away. “I think I owe you a new hot chocolate.”

“You don’t owe me anything, but if you really want to give me something, you could give me your number.”

He blinked. She was still smiling and from the brief time since he’d met her, he hadn’t sensed anything dishonest about her, but it was weird having someone being so forward with him. The only people who had been upfront with him lately had been angry customers, and the only thing they wanted from him was his resignation, a refund, or new food. The knot in his stomach relaxed just a little.

“My number?” he repeated, unsure if he’d actually heard her correctly.

She nodded. “Yeah. I mean, if you want. You just… seem nice. And you’re cute.” She shrugged and glanced towards the people walking past. A little girl with her hair in two little buns was pulling her dad down the sidewalk and her smile brightened as she watched them pass by, then disappear down the street. Y/N looked back at him. “I’ve been trying to find someone to go with me to this Christmas thing for work, but all of my friends are busy. I thought about dating apps but… I don’t know. There’s something about you that I can’t place, but you seem like an honest guy.”

“Wait, so you’re just inviting me to this thing even though you don’t— Sorry.” Peter quickly stepped away from the door to another store, moving into Y/N’s space. She didn’t back away, she only smiled at him and nodded for him to continue. “Even though we just met?” he finished.

Y/N shrugged again. “I guess. It’s just ice skating and hot chocolate, it’s not anything fancy. There’ll be lots of other people there since it’s a public rink. The only reason I’m really going is because our boss is nicer to us if she sees us at company events once and a while. I’ve gotta hit my quota for the year.”

Again, Peter snorted. She had a thing for setting little goals for herself, it was cute.

“Are you laughing at me, Peter?”

He froze, his smile instantly wiped off his face. The small smile she tried to hide, however, was enough to tell him that she’d only been teasing. His heart cracked a little as a memory of MJ and May’s teasing slipped past his usually ever-present defenses, but he managed to keep up appearances long enough to dig out his phone and hand it over. She traded with him and he quickly typed himself to her contact with red, frozen thumbs.

“I’ll text you later, okay?” she asked, and he nodded. “Bye, Peter!”

Y/N disappeared into the masses, leaving him standing alone in front of the Polish deli. Inside, the lights shone warmly down onto the customers and employees alike, and the evergreen garland bordering the window screamed that it was almost Christmas. The weight of it all didn’t feel so heavy now, however, and he found himself smiling a little when laughter from the two men behind the counter echoed even out onto the street. String lights blinking beside him in the window reminded him once again of his recent lack of cheer, but the knot in his stomach didn’t feel as tight anymore. He had room for a little celebration now. Ice skating and hot chocolate sounded like the best way to do that.

His watch beeped and Peter groaned. He didn’t need to look to know that he was going to be late for his shift. His pay would be docked again. It wasn’t the first time, and he’d get by without the money, but he needed his boss to like him. He didn’t want to work at the restaurant forever, which meant he needed a good recommendation. Every stepping stone was important, even if he didn’t like it. All he needed to do was stay on this one until one of his internship applications was accepted.

A week later, Peter waited on the edges of the crowd at the outdoor ice rink. The speakers blared Christmas pop music overhead, but he’d tuned it out as he people-watched. He’d gotten to the ticket booth earlier than he’d expected. Thankfully, there was an open spot on a wall nearby that he could lean against until he was supposed to meet Y/N.

“Peter! Hey! Sorry, am I late?”

At the sound of her voice, he straightened and turned, searching for her. When he finally saw her pushing her way through the people loitering outside the entrance, he shook his head.

“I was really early,” he reassured her.

She finally popped out of the crowd and into the empty space beside him, smiling. “Okay, good. How long have you been standing here? It’s freezing out!”

Y/N was decked out in the same winter jacket as the first time they’d met. She’d added a beanie, scarf, and a different pair of gloves now that Boston’s winter weather had really bared its claws. Peter shuffled a little, tucking his hands back into his pockets. The cold bothered him less than some, but tonight it bit at him like it had teeth. Even so, her presence was like a warm beam of light, and just joining her made him feel a little more optimistic about the days ahead. He wasn’t sure how she made him feel better without even doing anything, but he didn’t care.

“Not too long,” he replied, though it had been almost an hour since he’d arrived. He hadn’t wanted to be late, and he knew that if he’d gone home after his shift he’d fall asleep. His boss had been ruthless since he was late again last week.

Appeased, Y/N nodded and looped her arm with his, pulling him towards the entrance to the rink. “I have to admit,” she said, glancing at him as they joined the end of the line, “I’m not actually good at this.”

“At what?”

“Ice skating. I haven’t been in years, not since I moved here from New York.”

Peter paused, pulling his gaze away from the skaters he’d been watching to focus back on her. “You used to live in New York?”

Y/N nodded, smiling a little as she hummed in confirmation. “Yeah, I grew up there. I moved here for college, but I ended up withdrawing last year. MIT just wasn’t for me.”

He smiled back. It was the first real smile he’d had all day, and it felt good. Life’s burdens suddenly felt a little bit lighter knowing that they have something in common. The knot unraveled even more.

“I grew up in Queens,” he told her. “You?”

Her smile grew wide as the line stopped, and she let go of his arm to face him fully. “No kidding! Me too! Where’d you go to school?”

“Mid—”

“Midtown Tech?” she finished, grabbing his arm again with both hands. “Me too! Wait, when did you graduate?”

The lump in his throat returned and Peter swallowed thickly. He tried to keep his face neutral, but he felt his jaw clench against the tears that welled up in his eyes despite his best efforts. He looked away from her then, staring back at the rink bordered by string lights and families crowding around the benches.

“Um, I ended up just getting my GED. There was a lot going on my senior year and I just…” He trailed off as the lump choked him, and Y/N’s grip on his arm turned gentle.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to explain.”

He nodded, grateful for her empathy, but a little embarrassed nonetheless. 

“I graduated three years ago,” she chimed in. “You know, that year with all the Spider-Man and Mysterio stuff? I remember that everyone’s projects that year were about that. Someone even started a club to try and figure out his identity. It was crazy. It did get old after a while, though.”

So that was how he recognized her. She’d been in his chemistry class. Y/N had been the girl who always sat by the window, first by choice and then by instruction. They’d never talked, though he’d always admired the projects that she did.

Scoffing lightly, Peter forced a small smile. “That sounds crazy. That’s the year I dropped out. That must’ve all happened after I left.”

“Yeah, maybe.” Y/N’s voice was soft and she didn’t say anything more as the line moved up again. They were next, and when they reached the booth, Peter reached for his wallet. Money was tight, but he knew that May would be chewing him out if he didn’t at least offer to pay.

Y/N shook her head at him and turned to the teen behind the counter. She handed him cash and he passed them their skates without another word. It was odd that they had to pay for a work party, Peter thought, but he didn’t say anything. Maybe she had to pay to bring him as her plus one, and he didn’t want to make her think he was ungrateful that she’d paid. He wanted this to go well.

Once on the rink, Peter realized that Y/N truly hadn’t been lying about her skills. While he hadn’t been skating since he was a kid, it felt a lot like swinging from one of his webs, and he picked it up after only a few minutes. Y/N, on the other hand, wobbled and tripped her way around each lap. She didn’t improve even after several trips around the edge of the rink.

“I’m really sorry,” she laughed as he carefully guided her with both hands.

Peter skated backwards, his senses on high alert as he helped maneuver her around the other couples and the kids skating at full-speed.  “It’s okay,” he answered. She almost fell again, but he helped steady her, crouching down with her as she regained her center of balance. “It’s not your fault they chose ice skating. Have you seen your boss yet?”

“Who?” She glanced up from watching her feet, met his eyes, then looked back down again as one of her feet started to turn out a little too far. “Oh, right. Um, no, I haven’t seen her.”

“We could take a break. Maybe she’s by the hot chocolate stand.”

Her expression was nothing but relief and he laughed as she let go of his hand to hang onto the thick wooden wall. “You’re an angel, Peter, truly. An angel sent down from heaven.”

He laughed and after a moment, he switched to skate beside her and continued leading her around the ice until they reached the exit closest to the small snack bar. After taking off their skates, they made their way over and joined the line. Peter stayed quiet so she could focus on looking for her boss, but Y/N simply checked the time on her phone, pulled out her wallet, and looked ahead at the menu.

“Any luck finding her?” he finally asked.

Y/N ducked her head down, suddenly interested in aligning the ends of her scarf, and Peter felt suspicion tighten in his chest. “Huh? Oh. Um…”

“Y/N?” he prompted, and she sighed.

“I lied,” she replied, lifting her head. She winced and clutched her phone and wallet against her coat, drawing in and away from him. “I’m really sorry. I don’t actually have a work party here tonight.”

All of Peter’s senses dialed up to high alert and he frowned, glancing around. “Then why ask me to come with you to one? Why invite a complete stranger to a fake party? Is this just for fun, so you can tell all your friends and laugh about me later?”

“No! No, I would never laugh about you, Peter! You’re great, I just–” She let out a frustrated growl and stepped forward as the line moved, then quickly shook her head and stepped out of the queue. Peter followed her as she pushed her way through the crowds toward the edge of the cordoned-off area. Y/N stopped near the barrier of evergreen trees that separated the temporary ice skating rink from the rest of the city.

She turned to face him, sighing heavily and dropping her hands to her sides. “You were cute, okay? And I really wanted to ask you out on a date but I had just spilled hot chocolate all over you and I panicked. I made up a story in the hopes that it would make you feel bad and come out with me instead of saying no.”

Peter stared at her for a moment, his hands shoved in his pockets, then looked around. This area of the rink was less crowded. A trash can near the corner of the makeshift cafe and an unoccupied picnic table dulled the Christmas cheer, making the world feel a little colder, a little grayer, and Peter suddenly felt a little less like being out and about. If he hadn’t been so excited for the date with Y/N, he would’ve gone home and studied some more to distract himself from the holidays. He had friends from class, sure, and people that he talked with at work, but his past and his present made it hard for him to celebrate like he used to, like he wanted to. The knot tightened again, slowly tangling around itself and making his stomach clench with grief as he tried to find the words to say.

“So you wanted a sympathy date?” he finally asked, his voice quiet.

Y/N fervently shook her head. “No. No! God, no.” She held her gloved hands up, her phone still held against her palm with one thumb. “No, I wanted a real date with you, Peter. I just don’t normally ask out strangers and my mind went blank. I didn’t even really process what I’d said and done until after we’d gone our separate ways. I am so, so sorry. If you want to go home, I totally understand. I’ll buy you a hot chocolate and whatever else you want and we can part ways and you’ll never have to see or hear from me again.”

Her embarrassment wasn’t subtle and, ironically, Peter felt his gut twist with sympathy of his own. He understood what it was like to not know what to say or do. He felt that way all the time—most of the time, actually. He stared down at his shoes for a minute. The slush created by the outdoor heaters has left a wet shine on his boots, and he’s thankful that May raised him to buy a good pair of shoes that would keep up with all his walking. His feet would be cold and sore by now if she hadn’t drilled that thought into his brain.

“I think I’ll take you up on that hot chocolate,” he said after a few moments, and Y/N nodded. Her eyes were glossy with tears and Peter could see the reflection of the string lights on the evergreens in them. His stomach dropped a little further. The knot rolled to the bottom, heavy and filled with too many twists and turns for him to unravel alone. 

“We should get back in line then,” she murmured.

Peter nodded, following her. They joined the end of the line, keeping some distance between them, and both of them kept their hands in their pockets as they stood together in silence. All around them, the cheerful activities continued on, but the joy didn’t quite reach Peter’s heart.

Finally, he couldn’t take it any longer and he turned to look at her. “Do you want to go for a walk after this?”

Y/N lifted her head, her eyebrows slightly furrowed. “What?”

“Once we get our hot chocolate,” Peter nodded towards the cafe, which was now only a few feet away, “Do you want to go for a walk? One of my co-workers said that there’s supposed to be a bunch of cool lights nearby. It’s supposed to be one of the best light displays on the east coast. It won like four Guinness World Records.”

She blinked, frowned, and then shook her head. “Wait, you actually want to stay? You’re not just going to go home after all this?”

Peter shrugged. He didn’t know how to explain everything going through his head. It would take too long and reveal too much, and he’d never talked to anyone about what had happened at the Statue of Liberty all those years ago. So, he’d start with the small stuff: work, classes, Christmas. Hot cocoa. Christmas lights. Midtown Tech and New York City.

After a moment, Y/N nodded, her expression still slightly unsure. “Okay. I’d like that, Peter.”

“Me too,” he replied.

The knot loosened.

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Summary: Running into your former best friend on your 25th birthday wasn’t in your celebration plans. What makes It even worse is that he doesn’t even seem to remember you or the reason you completely disappeared from his life. What is in your plans though, is to make him fall in love with you only to break him the way he broke you. There’s no way you could end up hurt again…right?

Pairings: Tom Holland x plus size! reader

Warnings: cursing, mentions and descriptions of a panic attack, mentions of past sh (nothing descriptive), mentions of sex, mentions of pregnancy, angst with a fluffy ending

Word Count: 2.5K

A/N: here it is, everyone. The last chapter of Run Far, Run Fast. It's been a wild ride and I can't thank you guys enough for being apart of it. I have way more ideas in mind for future stories, so please like, reblog and follow. Love you guys. I hope this chapter makes you guys happy.

Chapter 13: Back To You

“Kiara is gonna murder you, you know?” Your voice was raw and meek, your body adjusting to a seated position in your bed.

“I know. I’ll deal with my death sentence later. Right now we need to talk. No more ignoring me. No more bullshit. Just talk.” Tom gently closed your bedroom door behind him once you nodded your head in agreement.

“Okay…”

The air filled with silence, only your heartbeats and tension consuming the room.

“What did-“ “Is it true?”

You both spoke at the same time. Brows furrowed, you gazed up at him. “Is what true?”

“Are you…ya know…” He attempted to gesture with his hands. Tom was having a hard time saying it out loud, as if it would it be any less real if he kept the words locked in a little box inside of himself. Sweaty palms ran over his thighs before he was able to finally speak again. His fearful eyes lifted to your quizzical ones. “Are you really pregnant?”

You sputtered, nearly choking on your own saliva. Not a single thing could have prepared you for that question.

“Am I what?!" Your eyes widened, a mixture of horror and panic bubbling up in your chest. “Who the fuck do you think you are? You have no right to come in her—“

“I’m your boyfriend,” he yelled, his volume surprising the both of you.

“Was…was my boyfriend.” Your voice was small and fragile, your eyes refusing to make contact with his watery ones. That’s what you wanted though, right? None of this was actually real anyway. What was one more nail in the coffin?

“Since when?”

“Tom, what’s the point of all this? This is stupid,” you resigned, finally standing up from your cocoon of safety, your blanket falling to the bed.

“No! No, what’s stupid is you suddenly disappearing from my life after I tell you I love you. If you don’t feel the same, fine, but at least have the balls to tell me.” He waved his finger pointedly at you. You nearly growled as you slapped it out your face.

“Oh, fuck off with your pity party, Thomas! That’s not why I haven’t returned your calls!”

“Then why have you been ignoring me?!”

“Because you hurt me!” It spilled from your lips like water from a broken faucet, your eyes widening at your own outburst.

Tom’s eyes matched yours before his they fell to the floor, his forehead scrunching up as you watched him process your words. You could see the gears turning, his face almost comically readable. His lips parted, a soft whisper of a question blowing through, “When?”

“What?” You scoffed.

“When did I hurt you?” His voice was shakier now, thoughts running through his mind of how he could have hurt you. Was he too rough with you? Did he push you into things you hadn’t wanted?

“It doesn’t matter, Tom. You don’t remember,” Your hand frustratedly ran over your face as you sighed.

“What don’t I remember? Mouse, you gotta—“ he began stepping towards you until you spoke again.

“That! What is that!”

“What is what?” His brows furrowed, increasingly becoming more confused and slightly annoyed.

“Mouse. Why do you call me that?” You pointed accusingly at him, your eyes narrowing as you paused for his response.

“I…” he sputtered.

“Why do you call me Mouse, Tom?”

In all honesty, he hadn’t even realized he had started calling you that again. It just slipped from his lips like the ‘I love you’ he uttered. He swallowed the lump in his throat before speaking.

“Because you’re as quiet as a mouse so—“

“No I’m not,” you cut him off, the air in the room suddenly becoming too thick for you. “I used to be though. When I first got that nickname….when you first gave me that nickname, Tom…”

It was as if the truth dawned on the both of you at the same time. Wheels began to turn, conversations and little moments floating through your memories at warp speed. You remembered him and he remembered you. He couldn’t fathom why you’d even give him a second glance if you remembered him and you felt the same for an entirely different reason.

“Y/N..” He began.

“Don’t.” You took a step back for every step he took forward, tears welling up in your eyes.

“You remembered me…this entire time….you remembered what you did to me—said to me….and you never said anything? What, was I just some conquest? Let’s see how many times I can sleep with the fat girl before she realizes she’s just a fucking joke?!” Your thoughts ran wild, spiraling through a tunnel of what ifs and what nows.

“It wasn’t like that and you know it!” He defended. The fact that you could even think he’d do something so cruel made him physically sick.

“How would I have known that, Tom? You hated me! You didn’t even want to be seen with me and suddenly I’m supposed to believe you love me?!” Your widened eyes instantly narrowed into crinkled slits at his suggestion.

“I have always loved you! I was a dumb kid who didn’t know how to handle his feelings, okay? I wanted to be cool, to fit in. It wasn’t right and for that I’ll forever be sorry. But please, please don’t ever second guess how much I love you.” His eyes shone with tears, begging and pleading for you to believe him.

Truly, with every fiber of your being, all you wanted was to believe him. The way he held you, looked at you, treated you - it all felt like love. You had shut yourself off to the possibility of love for so long that it was hard to decipher what was real and what wasn’t.

The teenager in you was so petrified that if you gave in, gave him even the tiniest bit of you, he’d break you again.

You didn’t think you’d be able to survive that kind of heartbreak again.

Tom could sense your reluctance, and before it could settle into your bones and keep you numb forever, he spoke. “Y/N, please. I need you to understand that I’m not that kid anymore…”

Your eyes concentrated on a stain on your carpet, its pattern suddenly becoming the most fascinating thing to you as you processed his plea. When you finally lifted your gaze, tears had begun to pool.

“I’m not the same kid anymore either, Tom. I went through a lot of shit after what happened. I was fucked up for a long time….I don’t know if you realize how fucked up…” You began to shrink in on yourself, flashes of panic attacks, nights crying and screaming, scratches and cuts ‘numbing’ the pain took hold of your vision. Your mind and body were being transported back to those times and Tom acknowledged what was happening almost instantaneously. His hands found yours, carefully resting them against his chest so you could feel his breaths and mimic the pace.

A blurry Tom slowly came into focus, concern etched on his boyish form.

“Are you back with me?” His voice trembled, something you weren’t used to hearing. He was always so strong, so sure of himself. You weren’t used to the fear in his voice and on his features.

Worried eyes scanned over your face, a sigh leaving his parted lips at your tiny nod.

“I’m so sorry. I can never apologize enough for what my words, my actions, everything, did to you. I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you…if you let me….”

You desperately wanted to believe him. To sink into his arms and just not have to think for a night. To turn off all of your thoughts and just be for once. Everything you had seen over the last few months lead you to believe that he had changed, he wasn’t the naive teen he was back then and he wasn’t going to throw your feelings through a blender so mindlessly as he had before.

Heart battled against mind as you stared into his hopeful honey brown hues.

“You sound like you’re proposing to me…” You tilted your head, a wary smile stretching across your pouted lips.

“Don’t even joke about that because I’ll get down on one knee right now.” A subtle wink and confident smile finished off his statement, his bravado returning tenfold at your shift in demeanor.

“Slow it down, ass. I haven’t even agreed to officially be your girlfriend again…for real this time.” You fluttered your lashes at him, easing back into comfortability with the boy you knew, the boy you loved. As sure of your feelings as you were, it would still take some time to fully open yourself up to him.

“May I take you on a date, then? A real one. Real me and real you.” His eyes pleaded with yours.

“So much real in one sentence.” You kidded.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Heart beating wildly, your sweaty palms clasped onto your chest as you panted. A myriad of LED lights twinkled in your eyesight, spanning the entire living room of your apartment. Your owlish eyes flitted from one ecstatic face to another, their hands up in the air in celebration.

“You asshole,” you muttered under your breath, hands coming down to grip your shoulders from behind.

Tom’s breath grazed the shell of your ear as he leaned in, “You love me.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” you mumbled once again before plastering a wide, toothy grin on your lips, your arms opening to pull Kiara in.

“Happy Birthday, bitch!” You knew that even though Tom more than likely planned this surprise party, Kiara was clearly the one left to decorate and greet all the guests while Tom distracted you. This would explain why she was tripping over her own feet, the shots she had taken prior to calm her nerves finally kicking in.

“You know I hate surprises. How much did he pay you to do this?” You teased, elbowing Tom gently in the stomach as you mentioned him. He faked a groan, wrapping his arms around yours to keep them at your sides. Less movement for you meant less violence for him.

Coward.

“ ‘e didn’t pay anything,” she slurred. “Jus’ wanted to make you—“ A hiccup. “happy little birthday girl.” She ended her drunken performance with a gentle pat on your cheek and a satisfied smile.

“Hey, let’s check out how soft your bed is, yeah?” Lucas gently coaxed the bottle out of Kiara’s hand and her stumbling form towards her room. He whispered a happy birthday on his way past you.

You squirmed your body to turn in Tom’s tight embrace, your eyes narrowing into slits as you tried to come off as intimidating.

“You’re kind of cute, ya know?” He was. Not just physically, but deep within his soul.

“I kind of appreciate that, I guess.” Tom chuckled, reaching his hand up to cup your warm cheek.

“You’re kind of beautiful, Mouse.” He punctuated his thought with a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose.

You playfully scoffed, pushing against his chest to glare up at him. “Kind of? Well then I guess you’re just kind of okay in bed.”

“Your shaking legs say otherwise, mouse.” Tom smirked, pulling you right back into his body. He dipped his head down, his lips ghosting over yours before pressing firmly to taste your grape tinted lip stain. Butterflies released from the cage within your heart to flutter through your stomach as it usually did whenever you were in his arms.

It wasn’t easy to get to this point. As much as you wanted to forgive him and believe every word he said, the wall around your heart wouldn’t allow it.

He started off slow after attempting to take you out on a date. He was considerate and understanding when you told him you needed a bit of time before jumping right back in.

You were the first to initiate contact with him, a simple text to check in. You felt like you were in middle school again, in a way you were. It wasn’t an attempt to rewrite history, that was impossible and you wouldn’t be who you were today without everything that happened, but it was a fresh start.

Scars were revealed over time, both internal and external. There were nights where you cried and screamed at him and instead of running away, he held you and let you get it all out. His warming tone spoke praises and apologies against the crown of your head when you became too exhausted to fight. It was an uphill battle and he held on the entire time, never once deeming it ‘too much’ as you feared he would.

If you were ever concerned his feelings for you waned over time, those thoughts were quickly demolished the night he broke down in tears at your feeble attempts to once again push him away. You were sure he’d grow tired of you and instead of allowing it to happen gradually, you decided to get rid of him all at once. What you didn’t expect was for him to cry and question his own worth, his own place in your heart. He had seemed so sure of himself for so long that you didn’t even stop to think how all of this was affecting him. You felt selfish.

That night you metaphorically picked up a hammer and began to chip away at the wall surrounding your heart.

After six months of going back and forth, you asked him on a date. The smile that adorned his face would be etched into your memories til the day you die. His childlike enthusiasm told you you made the right choice.

Eights months after you revealed your true selves to each other, you let him back into your bed. There was no timeline for when you let him back into your heart because you’re not really sure you ever let him leave it.

One year since the day you bumped into each other and your lives were nowhere near where you’d imagine it’d be. Your 25th birthday felt like a cruel joke the universe was playing on you. Now, on your 26th, it was as if the universe was finally reconciling all the wrongdoings it had done to you.

Tom looked on adoringly at you as you mingled with your guests, his hands moving to tuck into his jean pockets. His fingers gingerly twisted the ring that rested in them. Some might have thought it was too soon but Tom never had to second guess his feelings for you. You were it. There was no reason to run from that feeling.

As you glanced up at him, your smile widening when you caught him staring back at you, he knew this was right where he was supposed to be.

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Can You Say Triplets?

Tom Holland x Reader

Anyone who says Tom and the twins don’t look alike are liars… sometimes even you can’t tell them apart if you’re not looking directly at their face

»»——⍟——««A/n: STAWP IM SCREAMING AND CRYING I finished this a few days ago but didn’t outline it and I just came to and was about to copy and paste to proofread and I look and the ending didn’t save for some reason😃😃and I do t remember exactly how I did it so now this ending is garbage and I’m sad cuz this whole fic is ruined and not at all how I wanted it. Idk why I’m even posting it

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Going golfing with his brothers is something Tom loves. He does it for fun, plus when he needs to relax and de-stress a bit. You know the usual routine. They go out around 1 o’clock, golf for a while and horse around, then go get food and drinks on the way home. Tom always picked you up food too which you loved.

Today is no different. You wake up to light kisses on your shoulder from Tom, his arms around you, and when you turn around, his sweet tired face as he looks at you through tired eyes. You have your time in bed, and he heads out with Harrison and Harry. So it’s just you for the day, everyone else was also doing their own stuff.

It’s a normal day, you make some food, lounge around a bit, and watch some tv. Inevitably, you end up where you always do; in your bed watching a show. It’s only around 8 o’clock, but you can feel your eyes getting heavier. You know it’s too early to fall asleep, but that doesn’t stop your body from still pulling, and as always, you lose the fight.

The boys get in around 11 o’clock, you wake up around 1 am. The tv is still on, and the bed is cold, but you can tell the boys are home. Tired and delirious, you push yourself from bed to try to go find your London boy. The house is quiet and dark, aside from the little light coming from Harrison’s room, if you listen you could hear quiet sounds, but what catches your eye when you exit your room is the lump on the couch. It wouldn’t be the first time Tom sat down to take his shoes off but ended up collapsing from a mixture of drowsy and drinks.

You shuffle over to the couch, not having the energy it’d take to get him to wake up and move, instead deciding to join him. A soft smile spreads your lips as you get closer and you can make out the messy curls that lay all over his head.

You rub your eyes and melt onto the couch, laying practically on top of him cause of its size. “Welcome back, Tommy,” you say in a quiet slur of your words, reaching up and giving him a quick peck on his lips before snuggling in, feeling his arms curl around you. You drift to sleep almost immediately, but not before you hear a grunt of response come from him, and soon after, you fall asleep.

It’s not the best sleep you’ve ever gotten, you’ve slept on the couch before, but you chalk the low-quality sleep up to the weird position you were laid. “Y/n.” The warm body you’re next to helps, making you stay in a state between conscious and unconscious. “Y/n.”

“Hm?” You shuffle around, hearing a voice calling you but not really caring, wanting to go back to sleep, already feeling it too early to be awake.

“Y/n.” The voice says again, trying its best to nag you awake.

“What,” you drag and whine, trying to adjust into and more comfortable position.

“What are you doing?”

You sigh, giving up hope of going to sleep at the moment. “What do you mean?”

You adjust again, moving your hand around, it being rested on his stomach under his shirt, where you can usually feel his abs, but you can’t at the moment, you don’t think much of it. What makes your mind skip and backtrack, is the smell.

You smell alcohol on him, which isn’t unusual since of course he just went drinking, but the specific smell doesn’t add up. You smell a strong bitter alcohol, which is something Harry would drink, not Tom, he likes fruitier drinks usually, unless something is wrong, which you would’ve known. So why would he be drinking like Harry?

You hear the voice that you still haven’t stopped to comprehend who it is say something again, but you don’t fully hear as you open your eyes to look up at Tom. Only, it’s not Tom, it’s Harry.

“Oh my god!” You yell startled, your eyes going wide and your body automatically flitching back, immediately putting you on the floor, making you hit your head with a grunt. “Ow.”

You go to sit up, putting a hand to your head as you look around. You now realize you’re between a just awoken and confused Harry, and a Samantha, Harry’s girlfriend. You look toward the door, seeing Tom just as he enters from the hallway, a smug smirk going over his features as he sees the scene in front of him, already figuring out what happened.

"Ya alright there, love?" he asks as he walks over to you.

"I did it again," you say in a defeated tone.

"Yeah, yeah, it's alright," he says with a hint of a laugh.

"Sorry, Harry," you say as you take Tom's hand, and he helps you up, putting his arm around your waist and walking toward your bedroom.

"If this makes this any better, I honestly thought she was you too."

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I flicked through the racks looking for a new bra looking through all the lacy and patterned options forming a small pile in my hand. With a very grumpy tom behind me. "Can't you just pick one and we can get going?" "No I have to try them on, no bra brand is consistent with sizing" I explained "Plus I've gone up a size" "How?" "I don't know I think it's those new meds" "They have looked… perkier lately" "Not that you look?" "I don't look! but you know… they are noticeable" "Will you give honest opinions when I try them on?" "I will be brutally honest" "Okay then you can come in the changing room" I smiled tugging his hand with me into the changing room, I stood in the mirror and got undressed slipping off my old bra and trying the first one "So?" I asked turning to him in my little green bra with flowers "Very cute, but I don't know it has a bralet effect that makes them smaller" "Yeah you right Tom" I changed out the green and slipped on the blue "This one?" "Looks a bit tight" "Yeah too tight around the sides" I nodded slipping off the blue and changing into the black bra "So?" "Okay that I like" "Me too it's nice and snug and it's a good push up" "I really like that, how uhh how much?" "Uhhh forty six" "sold." "I don't know Tom-" "I said sold. I'll pay. it looks amazing" "You like it that much?" "It looks amazing on you, could I uhh?" He asked opening his arms so I smiled and let him cuddle me closely staring at my bra "Ummm you look so beautiful" "Aww thank you, Tom." "If I buy that for you… will you wear it when we get home?" "For what?" "Maybe something special?" he smirked giving my breasts a squeeze "Alright" I smiled slipping it off and handing it to him as I got changed back into my clothes while he went and paid.

Once we finished our shopping we headed home and the moment we shut the door he got the bra out of the bag "Please" he pleaded "Alright" I smiled taking it into the bathroom, changing into the black bra adding some perfume fixing my hair and heading into the bedroom where Tom sat eagerly in his boxers. "Ummmm you look even better than you did in the store" he smirked "Come here lovely girl" he cooes beckoning me with his finger I went over standing between his legs he smirked stroking my hips and giving my breasts little kisses "fuck" he groans pushing me down to my knees where he widened his legs more, I smiled pulling back his boxers to reveal his hard erection I gave his head little kisses while I pulled my bra away a little moving to slip his erection between my breasts being snugly held by my bra I let him hold my breasts squeezing them around his erection as he bucked his hips I giggled kissing and licking his head sucking when I could tease him, he moaned loudly unable to move his eyes away as he watched me working on him his hips going crazy until he suddenly buried his erection deep in my mouth and his seed hit the back of my throat it flooding down out my mouth and down his shaft, I pulled back letting him lay on the bed getting his breath back as I cleaned up "Ughhhh fuck… you really look good in that bra" "Thank you Tom" I smiled giving him a kiss.

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Almost spoilers (Tom Hiddleston, Benedict Cumberbatch and Tom Holland One shot)

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Prompt request by Bellamagic22 on AO3: I have a request, please. It is a Tom Hiddleston/Tom Holland. I can't stress enough it isn't smut or daddy kink. It is bawdy platonic. During an interview for Avengers, Tom Ho almost spills a spoiler, later Hiddleston comes to check on Tom in his hotel room, he is getting ready for the next one. They joke about the almost spoiler and how Hiddleston and Cumberbatch have had to play mom and dad with him. Tom Ho makes some cheeky remarks and Hiddleston playfully puts Tom over his knee , bares his butt and spanks him with his hand - let me know what you think.

A/N: It's been a while since the last prompt request was sent in, but it's been nice to be sent 3 in one go! So thank you to Bellamagic22 and VampireQueen666 for your prompts 😊 Although for this one some slight changes were made along the way....

Prompt requests are still currently open! Please check the link attached to my profile for the updated rules before you send any prompts and ignore the old version that may be part of previous one shots/drabbles. Hopefully though the rules are much better and clearer than they were previously. Thanks in advance for following the new rules!

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Summary: Tom Holland joins fellow actors Tom Hiddleston and Benedict Cumberbatch for an interview with Good Morning America. They of course get asked the usual questions, nothing out of the ordinary, that is until Holland almost gives away the ending of Infinity War, along with a threat of being spanked.

Warning: Mentions of spanking

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A tall guy dressed all in back with a clipboard in hand led Tom Holland into a red painted office space, where Tom Hiddleston and Benedict Cumberbatch were chatting away, as they sat in the chairs they were told to sit in. Although upon seeing Holland the men greeted him as he came in and then he sat between them on the last available chair. The three of them commented on the room itself. The room is big enough to have one camera and along with its fellow equipment like the boom mic, as well as an earpiece waiting for Holland. Plus the room could cope with a small crew and ample enough space to fit three high chairs in the centre too. Which was all surrounded by books, photos and antiques dotted about the place. Even a reasonable sized desk in the back left corner and a sofa off to the left side of the three high chairs. The mustard yellow curtains with a gold printed pattern were drawn closed to their right, allowing only the artificially lighting to be present during the live board-cast. Also not forgetting about the large Union Jack flag pinned to the wall above a small white fireplace behind them. A detail the crew incited on being hung up, because they thought the American audience would enjoy seeing the British actors looking more British with the flag behind, strange as it may sound.

After a while the last of the final checks were sorted, everyone fitted with their ear pieces ready, and everything else was ready to go. Everybody awaited for the cue from the studio before the camera began rolling. Whilst waiting for the cue Hiddleston and Ben sternly reminded Holland to be careful with what he says, due to him being prone to giving away spoilers. Of course Holland smiled cheekily at them both, but he promised to keep details hush, hush during their interview. Ultimately both Hiddleston and Ben had to trust Holland and their own judgment that no spoilers would occur today.

Before they all knew it the Good Morning America anchors' voices echoed into their ear pieces, as they began introducing the three actors as Loki, Doctor Strange and Spider-man before reintroducing them with their actual names. Followed by the short introduction of their upcoming movie, Avengers Infinity War. Hiddleston saluted while Ben waved and Holland gave two thumbs up at the camera as they heard their names. All before they each said 'morning' to everybody in the studio and those who were watching at home. Plus, during the introductions the studio's audience clapped and cheered.

The anchors started off with the usual questions about fan reactions thus far to the movie, as well as Ben innocently raising his hand, after they were asked if any of them had read the full script. Holland instantly pointed at him as Hiddleston denied with a "not me," then followed Holland's example by pointing towards Ben too, as Holland said "this guy, right here." The studio's audience clapped to the confession in the background before Ben said his piece, by giving a basic and spoiler free answer about his character's role and briefly mentioned the multiverse, and a cut play sequence of scenes from the movie over the top. The sequence lasted for only a few moments before cutting back to Ben with both Toms. 

"Anyone called Tom or Chris hasn't read it." Hiddleston lightheartedly added and Holland nodded his head a couple of times, as he added, "essentially," as he agreed with him.

"Anyone called Tom Holland is not allowed to read it...because we can't trust him." Ben started off serious before a cheeky smile graced his lips, causing Hiddleston to smile and lightly chuckle, as his mind casted back to their warning before the camera began rolling. 

"I tried to for about five minutes...." Holland began, gaining both Ben and Hiddleston's attention at the same time. Both of the men listened carefully to his words as they stared at him from both sides. "I tried to for about five minutes to get the script and just gave up so quickly. Feeling I was never going to win." He looked proud and yet disappointed with himself at the time, as he mentioned his futile attempts to get hold of the full script.

As the next question about the extreme measures about keeping things a secret came up, and Holland's lack of being able to keep his lips sealed, caused Ben and Hiddleston to shift in their chairs, as a little bit of worry began to set in. Also Hiddleston opted to fold his arms as a way to keep himself together whilst being live on air. 

"Yeah, I'm really stressed right now, because this is live." Holland said airily. Albeit, after a couple more questions was the turning point, and everything began to escalate quickly. "I actually...when RDJ said 'I am Iron Man' after he saw Spidey...." Ben quickly covered Holland's mouth with his hand before he could finish his sentence. Despite Ben and Hiddleston hoping Holland was talking about one of the past movies with the same quote that made him feel emotional, just as they were asked about one of the most emotional scenes in the movies. However it was clear Holland was about to tell everyone about the ending of Infinity War.

"Don't you dare, Tom! This is why your big brothers are babysitting you!" Ben said panicked stricken, as his hand remained clamped over Holland's mouth.

Hiddleston shook his head in disbelief. "If you say anything, you'll get a smacked bottom!" Hiddleston's voice was stern and chastising, causing both Holland and Ben to stare at him with wide shocked eyes. Also, Ben's hand still never left Holland's mouth as their heads turned to look at Hiddleston, at least not until the realisation of his words washed over Hiddleston. Embarrassment creeps up onto his reddening cheeks, which he tries to hide with his hands, but he fails as everyone in the studio makes it more awkward with their laughter.

"Tom's not actually going to the premier. There's going to be a separate little red carpet and he's going off to see Toy Story 3, so he doesn't try to give anything else away." Ben said and removed his hand from Holland's mouth, while trying to distract everyone from Hiddleston's embarrassing comment. 

The rest of the interview felt painfully slow for Hiddleston more than the other two. Besides that they managed to get through the remaining questions and relief flooded their senses once it was over. In fact after the interview the three of them parted ways on good terms. However it wasn't until a few days later when the incident was brought up again during a different interview.

"Yeah, I was about to spill the beans! It's a good job my big bros were there with me." Holland chuckled in between questions. "Yes, he did! He did..." he replied once the interviewer mentioned the spanking from Hiddleston. "He did say I'd get a smacked bottom if I spoiled anything. Actually even from the almost spoiler I got a good spanking. Wanna see?!" He said as he stood to turn around and then reached for the waistband of his jeans. "Jokes, jokes!" He laughed and sat back down, holding his hands up in surrender to his own joke.

Nevertheless Holland knew deep down that Hiddleston would hear about the jokes, and later would have words with him. Although all would be said and done in good jest.

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Could you do one with Tom hollands Peter Parker x plus size reader like friends to lovers

I would LOVE to. I love Tom Holland and his Peter Parker is my favorite-

Here’s the thing. I’ve got to age him up, considerably lol. College Peter can def be a thing though.

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Hanging out with tom and the boys and it's the first time since your pregnancy that you decide to wear something that... well, shows your tits, and they are quick to notice how much bigger they look and one of the boys is like: "are those new??? I mean... your glasses ofc"

Nice Glasses || T.H.

warnings: mentions of pregnancy and boobs

word count: 759

I went a very slightly different direction with it hehe! hope you like it!

It was the first time that you were getting together since you had given birth. You and Tom have needed some time to recover and rest and bond with your beloved baby boy. Newborns aren’t easy, in fact they are the exact opposite but the moment that the 3 of you got home from the hospital you knew that this was the best thing to ever happen to you. It was worth the sleepless nights and the sore nipples, the stretch marks that now spread their fingers across the expanse of your belly was something that you looked at kindly now, they were a reminder of the fact that you grew the being that was currently screaming in the other room. You hadn’t been dressed in anything more than sweatpants and a tank top since you had given birth, and there was no way that was changing just because the boys were coming over.

So there you stood in your white tank top with your low hanging spit up stained pajama bottoms with a small child pressed to your hip, her chubby cheeks rubbing against your tender breast as she garbbled happily. There was a soft knock on the door that caught your attention, disrupting your slight bouncing that you had been doing to soothe your baby.

“Tommy! They're here!” you called out to your husband who was standing in the other room trying to tame his crazy curls that had gone uncared for for far too long, the baby taking all your time for self care.

“Alright!” he shouted back, making his way to the door and opening it, many calls of joy and excitement and hands clapping on backs as the boys filed into the room.

“Y/N!” a chorus of your name erupted from over your shoulder and put a smile on your face as you turned to face them.

“Boys!” you exclaimed as you saw them, they stood clustered together in the doorway, shoulders pressed together as they stood anxiously awaiting permission to come and look at the brand new family. “Come on in! Meet the newest and best Holland” you chided, a joke that went unnoticed by all but Tom because all of the boys were too infatuated about the baby, running to your side and bending down to inspect her chubby cheeks and her twinkling brown eyes.

“Hey, I thought I was the best Holland!” he exclaimed jokingly. “No, I agree with Y/n, this girl right here is definitely the best '' Harry chuckled, laughing slightly as your little girl wrapped her fist tight around his extended finger that had been going to poke her little belly.

It went on like that for a little while, all of the boys fawning over your bundle of joy until you passed her off to Tuwaine, she looked absolutely tiny in his arms and it was the funniest thing you had seen in a long time but the smile on his face as he looked down at the girl was something so heartwarming and beautiful, a moment that Harry just had to ruin.

“Y/n...there is something different about you” he commented without thinking, his eyes trained directly at your breasts, a fact that did not go unnoticed by Tom but went completely over your head because you were too invested in watching Tuwaine hand off your baby to Same.

“Well things change after you give birth, is it the fact that all of my hair is falling out now? Cause there are so many things that happen to you when you are pregnant and you just feel like that must be the new you but then you give birth and the luxurious head of hair you had grown is reverting back to what it was before” you spoke, hints of spite towards your body in your tone.

“No no, it's definitely not that” Harrison chimed in, his eyes also staring directly at your chest.

“Boys!” Tom’s voice cut in, his tone one of warning as he eyed his best friends and brothers. “Watch yourselves now” His subtle threat caught Paddy’s attention, immediately trying to dispel the fact that they had all been blatantly oggling your swollen boobs.

“Um, your glasses, you got new glasses!” he exclaimed but it only earned him an elbow in the ribs from Sam.

“They aren’t wearing any fucking glasses!” he spoke through gritted teeth.

“Oh fuck”

“‘Oh fuck’ indeed” Tom’s voice came from behind you as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you back into his chest.

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