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33,30,36 from the first smutty prompts with royal!tom being kinda jealous of another guy whi tries to hook his girlfriend up

“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever even met that asshole.”

“If I have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for the next week.“

yo it’s literally been over a MONTH and I still haven’t answered this skdjdhsh I’m so sorry ahh but here it is!! in one of your other asks you said I could choose mob!tom or royal!tom so I did it for mob!tom I hope that’s okay!!! also this is the first mob au I’ve ever written soooo :))

“Tom, slow down,” you said with a sigh, trying not to roll your eyes.

“What was he thinking?” Tom spat, not acknowledging what you had just said. He gripped the steering wheel even harder.

You watched as his knuckles began to turn white and rubbed his arm soothingly. “Baby, take a deep breath. Relax.”

He just shrugged you off and cursed at the car in front of him.

“Don’t fucking tell me to relax.”

“It’s not a big deal, Tommy.”

He actually turned his head towards you and looked at you this time. “You’re joking.”

You shrugged sheepishly. “I’ve had worse.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?”

You winced, knowing you’d probably made it worse and that Tom was likely now picturing the grimy hands of ill-intentioned strangers all over your body.

“I should have him killed,” he snarled.

To most, that threat would sound completely ridiculous or utterly insane, but your fiancé was the head of the London mob-the South West branch anyway- and he was no stranger to violence. Having someone killed would be as easy as snapping his fingers.

You scoffed to call his bluff.

“You think I won’t?” he challenged and you groaned.

“You promised you were done with that.”

It’s true, one of the conditions of your engagement had been that Tom agree to put the more sinister side of his business to rest, and although you trusted him, in all honesty, you weren’t sure how well he was upholding his end of the deal.

“I’d make an exception.”

“Well don’t. I don’t want some poor guy’s blood on my hands.”

At that, the car screeched to a stop right in the middle of the freeway. The cars behind you honked and flashed their lights at Tom as they maneuvered to avoid a collision.

You huffed in frustration, wanting to bang your head against the dashboard. This was exactly why you didn’t like for Tom to drive himself: he pulled dangerous shit all the time like this. Literally, all of his other men had drivers who took them places and you desperately wished Tom would hire someone, but he insisted that it was safest if he was the one driving (yet here you were in the middle of the highway).

“You could’ve fucking killed us!” you shouted, more annoyed than anything.

Tom took a deep breath. “I’m sorry. But y/n, he’s not just some poor guy.”

“He was trying to get a rise out of you, Tom. He fucking hates you, of course, he’d go after me, and he was drunk.”

Tom narrowed his eyes at you, foot still pressed firmly on the brake. “That’s not a fucking excuse, you of all people should know that. Why are you trying to defend him?”

“I’m not trying to defend him, I’m just saying he doesn’t deserve to die. Can we please just get home?”

Tom relented and put the car back into motion making you breathe a sigh of relief.

Even though he didn’t say anything else you could tell his mind was still going a thousand miles a minute. You watched him chew at his lip in silence and wondered what was going on in that beautiful head of his. Nothing good, you could be sure of that.

Tom’s mind was darker than most. Occupational hazard. He carried so much pain that you hadn’t known about when you first met him. He’d let you in slowly, keeping you at arm’s length for months, until he almost lost you. And then he knew he couldn’t keep things from you anymore. It was still a challenge to understand his thought process sometimes, but you liked it that way. How could a ruthless, power-hungry mobster also be the most loving, family-oriented person you’d ever met in your life? How could someone who dropped a grand on a dinner like it was nothing secretly rather spend one more night picnicking with crappy Chinese food on the bedroom floor in your old apartment? You couldn’t think of an answer, and you didn’t want to.

The guy at the bar tonight had been some rival of Tom’s. You hadn’t seen him before, but you could tell because when Tom got up to get the two of you more drinks he swooped in and laid it on heavy. He looped one arm around your waist and placed his other hand on your knee and began attempting to seduce you. Sure, you were uncomfortable but more than anything you were angry. And tired. Tired of being used as bait, something to get to Tom.

You didn’t want to make a scene so you listened to the asshole talk about how much better he’d treat you than Tom until your fiancé eventually returned with your drinks in hand, face beet red, eyes dark with anger.

The man, you never caught his name, left the bar with a broken nose. Tom left with bruised knuckles. You’d thought it would end at that, but of course, once Tom got started it was hard for him to stop. It was a gift in the bedroom, but a curse in the rest of your life.

Then, so softly you almost didn’t hear it, Tom broke the silence in the car and said “I know what he said to you,” and it all clicked.

Normally, a hand on your shoulder, thigh, ass was enough to set Tom off, but combine that with the filthy words he’d undoubtedly overheard spilling from the man’s lips… no wonder all he could see was red.

“Tom I-“

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t want to start something.”

“Start something? Is that true? Or do you think he’s right?”

“No, of course not.”

“Do you think he can satisfy you better than I can?”

“Tom!”

“Well do you?”

You shook your head and rubbed your thighs together, fighting a shiver. As irritating as Tom’s jealousy could be, the effect it had on you was even more infuriating. The man could already turn you on without doing anything and whenever he started acting a little jealous it was game over for you. It was pathetic, really.

“Why the fuck did he even think it was okay to look at you, let alone touch you?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged finally settling in to play the game. “These big dudes with huge muscles just think they can have whoever they want.”

Tom whipped his head back towards you. “What did you say?”

You ignored him. “I mean he definitely wouldn’t be as good as you, but he could do some damage.” Tom was full-on glaring at you now, and you wanted to tell him to keep his eyes on the road, but you couldn’t give up so fast. “I mean, just one of his hands could probably wrap around my whole neck. Like they were giant, and you know what they say about guys with big hands-“

“Do you think this is funny?”

Any sane person wouldn’t even think about taunting Tom like this, not with his reputation, but you couldn’t be sane to be with someone like Tom anyway, and besides, you knew he was a big softie at heart.

“A little,” you admitted. “You look really hot right now.”

He really did. His hair was tousled with silver highlights from the moonlight streaming in through the windshield, his creamy skin was flushed with adrenaline, and his white button-up was unbuttoned just a few times to show off his collarbone. You bit your lip. You were so fucking weak.

“That’s not going to work.”

“No?” You quirked an eyebrow and leaned over the console to see that he was already more than half hard in his dress pants. “Because it looks like it’s working.” You reached over and began to palm him through his trousers, smirking when he cursed and rolled his neck at the contact.

“Y/n, if I have to pull over, you’re not going to be able to walk for the next week.”

Oh no, that’d be horrible you thought to yourself and rolled your eyes. He had to know that’s what you secretly wanted, right? Right? Why were men so stupid?

Either way, you took your hand back and moved it up under the hem of your dress to where you were feeling a little desperate for some friction. You sighed deeply when you rubbed yourself over your panties, not even surprised at how wet you were.

“Fuck,” you hissed out and hiked your legs up onto the seat so you could give Tom a better view.

“Stop that.”

He said it so forcefully that you froze, fingers hovering over your panties, about to pull them to the side. Then you smiled.

“No.” You went ahead and did it anyway, slipping two fingers inside of yourself easily.

You weren’t one to defy Tom often, especially when it came to what he asked of you in the bedroom, but you knew how crazy it drove him and just couldn’t resist.

Tom groaned, trying and failing to maintain an angry expression. His eyes betrayed an absolutely sinful lust that made you want to melt and you wished more than anything he’d just pull the fucking car over.

“Fuck, Tom,” you gasped, “I wish these were your fingers, you’re so good with your fingers.”

“Yeah? You sure you wish they’re my fingers? Not someone else’s?”

You shook your head vigorously. “Never. You’re the only one who knows how to make me cum that hard.”

“Is that what you want? To cum hard?”

“God, yes,” you moaned, pumping your fingers in and out of you faster.

“Take off your dress.”

“What?” you weren’t sure if you’d heard him right, you were still driving down the highway after all.

“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

Not wanting to push your luck any further you didn’t hesitate to listen this time and pulled the loose fabric up and over your head.

“Good girl,” he praised and you whined. You were still wearing your bra and underwear and as much as you’d love to flash oncoming traffic, you hoped Tom wouldn’t ask you to take them off.

“You can touch yourself,” he said and you complied, knowing it was more of an instruction than an allowance.

It felt good, really good, but you still wished it was him instead of you.

“Fuck, darling you look so beautiful like that, God, I can’t believe I get to marry you.”

“If, you stop, killing people,” you managed to get out through gritted teeth and Tom laughed.

“I’m not going to kill him, love. I made a promise. You’re too important to risk losing, even if he is a fucking prick.”

You whimpered, the mixture of complete head-over-heels love you felt for Tom and pleasure making you crumble.

“Don’t worry, love,” he said, reaching over and taking you by the wrist, stalling your movements just as you were about to fall over the edge. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll forget you ever met that asshole.”

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Hey congrats on 1k! Could I please request a blurb with prompt 47 from the first smutty list and 11 from the second list?

thank you, love!!

nsfw under the cut and like a little above the cut my b

You woke up in the middle of the night sweaty, frustrated, and on edge. Tom was still fast asleep next to you, oblivious to all the tossing and turning you’d likely been doing. You had been dreaming about his head between your legs, driving you mad with his tongue, and it had felt so real. But now here you were, all worked up with no one to take care of you.

To make matters worse, you were staying over at Tom’s old place, visiting the twins and Harrison, and their apartment had notoriously thin walls. You’d only been in town for a few days and you’d already heard more than you would’ve liked to of Harrison’s late night conquests. Everyone gave him shit for the noise as he walked the nice girls out the morning after and you didn’t want to be on the receiving end of that. So when Tom had worked his hand up your thigh as the two of you were getting ready for bed you’d put a stop to it.

But now you were practically desperate for some relief, and it made you feel like a hypocrite, but you shook your sleeping boyfriend awake anyway.

“What’s wrong, love?” he asked, his raspy voice doing absolutely nothing to help your situation.

“Take your pants off,” you whispered harshly, climbing on top of him.

“What-I’m not wearing pants, I just have boxers-”

“Even better.”

“Y/n, what’s happening? Earlier you said you didn’t everyone to hear us.”

“I know, but I need you,” you growled, leaning down to kiss him. “We’ll just have to be quiet.”

He smirked. “Were you dreaming about me again?”

“Maybe,” you said with a shrug.

“Was it a good dream?” he asked, bringing a hand up to your cheek and gazing at you lovingly.

“Mhm,” you nodded, taking his hand and sucking two of his fingers into your mouth, moaning quietly around them.

“Fuck, y/n, you’re so needy tonight.”

You took his fingers out of your mouth with a pop. “Is that a problem?”

“Fuck no.”

Tom sat up slightly to take your shirt off, grabbing the bottom and pulling it over your head gently. You did the same for him with a little more urgency making him laugh. His laughs quickly turned into soft moans as you peppered kisses down his neck and torso, all the way down to where the elastic band of his boxers sat on his waist. You could feel him growing hard underneath you and began grinding down on him, eliciting gasps from the both of you

Without wasting any time, you pulled them down and off of him like you did with his shirt, tossing it across the bedroom carelessly. You straddled yourself above your boyfriend and took his dick in one hand, while your other wandered down in between your thighs.

“Fuck, are you touching yourself?” Tom hissed as you got the both of you off simultaneously. You nodded in response, too far gone to answer.

You pulled your hand away when you felt yourself getting close. Tom must’ve been too because he whined at the loss of contact when you pulled away.

“What the hell, y/n?”

“I want you inside me,” you explained breathily.

“Well why didn’t you just say so?” Tom asked eagerly, sitting up a little more.

You laughed and pushed your panties to the side before sinking down on top of him, biting your lip to stop yourself from moaning out in pleasure.

“Fuck, you feel so good, darling,” Tom cursed as you settled on top of him. He bucked up into you instinctively as he was waiting for you to adjust to his size and you swore loudly at the feeling, slapping a hand over your mouth as you did so. “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to,” he apologized.

“It’s okay,” you assured him as you took a few deep breaths.

You waited a few more seconds before you started moving up and down on top of him, slowly at first, getting increasingly faster. He threw his head back in pleasure as you rode him, gripping your hips so hard that his fingerprints were sure to make an impression on your skin and last for the days that followed.

You came at the same time, (a rare occurrence for the two of you) collapsing on top of Tom as he thrust up into you, helping you ride out your high.

You lay like that for a moment, breathing heavily, limbs tangled together, the last waves of euphoria washing over both of you. Finally you rolled over and off of him onto your own side of the bed with a lazy smile.

“You’re still on the pill, right?” Tom asked, once he’d regained his bearings. You nodded and took his hand in yours squeezing it tightly. “You feel better?”

“Much better, thank you.”

“Nothing to thank me for.”

“Do you think they could hear us?” you asked, snuggling up to Tom.

“Yes, we can,” a voice, probably Harrison, echoed on the other side of the wall.

You felt your face get warm immediately and put your hands over your eyes in exasperation. “Fuck me.”

“I think Tom already did.”

“Don’t pay any attention to them,” Tom assured you, kissing your forehead. “Harrison deserves a taste of his own medicine anyway.”

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22 from the smutty prompts for fratboy!tom ;)))))

a woman after my own heart :)) 

nsfw under the cut 

*also when they’re talking about brothers they’re referring to the fraternity members not like...actual family

“What the fuck was that?” Tom asked slamming his bedroom door behind him.

“What do you mean?” you asked, biting your lip to hide a smile.

“You’re really going to pretend you weren’t about to screw my brother, Harrison?”

“Oh is that what his name was? I never caught it.”

“Fuck off,” Tom spat.

“I was never going to fuck him, Tom.”

“Bullshit.”

“Whatever, fine, but only because I need a brother from every house. It’s called lettering.”

Tom looked at you incredulously. “What about me?”

“You didn’t want anyone to know about us,” you said matter-of-factly.

“So you go for my best friend?”

“I didn’t know he was your best friend!” That was a lie, most of what you’d said was a lie. You weren’t actually trying to fuck a brother from every house, you weren’t actually going to sleep with Harrison, all of this was just an elaborate scheme to make Tom fuck you so hard you wouldn’t be able to walk straight for a week.

God, he looked so fucking good with his hawaiian shirt unbuttoned and board shorts hanging dangerously low on his hips. You desperately wanted to inch closer to him, but refused to make the first move. He looked a little disheveled in the best way possible, the inevitable outcome of being the president of a frat at a party like this, passed around from person to person, making sure that everyone was having a good time. Sweat had gathered on his brow, making his curls stick to his forehead and his lips were chapped, likely from so much talking. You hoped it was only talking. 

“Bullshit,” Tom repeated, narrowing his eyes at you. “I talk about Harrison all the time.”

“Not to me,” you quipped back, feeling genuine frustration bubble under the surface now. “We don’t talk about anything.”

Tom raised an eyebrow. “Do we need to?”

You turned the question over in your head, annoyed you were having this question right now when all you wanted to do was get railed. “Need to? No.”

“Do you want to?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Good.” He licked his lips hungrily and took a few steps towards you. “Take your shirt off.”

You looked down at yourself. “I’m wearing a bikini top.”

“Fuck, you know what I mean, why do you always have to be so difficult?”

You untied the strings unceremoniously and let the skimpy piece of swimwear fall to the floor. “Why do you always have to be such a dick?”

“Just shut up for once, will you?” Tom growled, closing the space in between you and kissing you on the lips.

When you’d first started hooking up, there’d been a strict no kissing rule, but that rule had quickly dissolved once you both discovered how crazy you drove each other with your mouths.

Tom broke away first, planting kisses on your jaw, then your collarbone, then your shoulder, avoiding the places where you were most sensitive on purpose.

“On your knees,” Tom said breathily and you glared at him, but sank down onto the tile anyway. “This cock isn’t going to suck itself.”

“You should hear how ridiculous you sound,” you managed to choke out, obviously turned on by what he’d said, but tried to play it off.

Tom smirked, and raised his eyebrows expectantly. You didn’t waste any time yanking his board shorts and boxers down around his ankles, surprised to see he was already rock hard.

“Maybe I should try to fuck your friends more often,” you murmured before taking him in your mouth.

“Don’t. Even think about it.” Tom gasped as you began to pick up the pace. You could only hum in response around his dick, eliciting a groan from the boy standing above you. His hips stuttered as you took as much of him in your mouth as you could, struggling not to gag around him.

You could tell he was getting close when he started muttering your name under his breath, along with a string of curses. It happened pretty much every time and was something both of you chose to ignore, based on the fact that this was unattached sex, but you couldn’t ignore the way it made you feel when it slipped from his lips in a desperate, pleading tone. You’d listen to it for the rest of your life if you could.

“Fuck, y/n,” he gasped, a little louder this time and you moaned around his cock, looking up into his eyes as you did and that was it for him. His stomach muscles tensed and he came in your mouth, pulling your hair hard.

You were barely able to swallow without gagging, but got through it and smiled at him proudly, holding your hand up for a high five when you did.

“You’re such a fucking dork.” Tom said, shaking his head with a laugh. He still high-fived you anyway. “You were never going to sleep with Harrison, were you?”

“No,” you admitted with a sigh, crossing your arms around your bare chest a little self-consciously. “I wasn’t going to fuck any of your brothers, everyone knows everyone in this frat is terrible in bed.”

You thought you saw something flash behind Tom’s eyes as a smirk settled onto his face. “You’re going to regret saying that.” Spoiler alert: you didn’t.

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I’m so ready for this!! Could you do 4 and 21 from the “more smutty prompts” list? Where Tom and the reader hate each other... (any AU or none is fine too)

“shut up.” ‘well, why don’t you come over here and make me?’

“bite me” ‘if you insist’

lol I don’t know much about debate lingo so bare with me also w o w this is so long I’m so sorry lol I got carried away

“Just to be clear, I still won,” Tom panted with an arrogant smirk, thrusting into you a little harder as he did.

“You fucking wish,” you seethed, gasping as he slammed into you just right.

“Bitch.”

“Asshole.”

You bit your lip to stifle a moan as his fingers made their way to your clit, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing how good he was making you feel.

You weren’t even sure how you’d ended up in this situation- that was a lie, you knew exactly how it happened, but you were still dumbfounded by it. And honestly, you weren’t sure if taking Political Debate was the best or worst decision of your life.

Tom Holland was, without a doubt, the biggest dick you’d ever met. He was the best in the class, and he was fucking smug about it. The professor fucking loved him because he was so good at argumentative debate that he could pretty much get away with whatever he wanted. He showed up late, never did the reading, and always always volunteered to go up against you in class. 

There were three big debates for the course that made up the majority of your grade, and then several other, more casual ones scattered throughout the semester, and somehow- more often than not- you’d be at the podium opposite of your least favorite classmate.

As far as you were concerned, Tom played dirty. He always seemed to be one step ahead of you and would pull at loose threads in your arguments until one of them ultimately unraveled the whole thing.

It was beyond frustrating and had quickly turned polydeb (as it was affectionately termed) into your least favorite class. The worst part about the whole ordeal was that everyone in the class loved Tom. They laughed at his witty jabs and egged him on when he started to make a controversial point. This had made you into sort of the villain of the class. Anytime you one-upped the golden boy with contradictory evidence or God forbid, actually won your debate, everyone aside from your professor seemed a little bummed out.

Professor Schafer always made a point to say “you’ve done the impossible again Miss y/l/n and beat Mr. Holland!!” You knew it was supposed to be a compliment, but you weren’t too shabby at the craft and you thought you deserved a little more credit than that. Especially because you were the only student to ever beat Tom in a debate and had done it nearly half the time you went up against each other.

It shouldn’t have come as a surprise to you when you and Tom were called up to the podium first thing Monday morning, but the familiar butterflies in your stomach returned full force all the same as you tried to approach the stand as confidently as possible.

Tom stood from his seat and pocketed the pen he’d been chewing on. He smirked at you as he made his way down the steps onto the floor of the lecture hall and winked at your professor before taking the stand.

Professor Schafer just laughed and adjusted the glasses on his nose before reading off of the papers in front of him. “Y/n, Tom, this morning you’ll be debating climate change. Y/n you’ll argue pro and Tom will argue anti.”

You smiled a bit. You didn’t care whether Schafer had given you the easier side on purpose. All you knew was that you got to talk about something you were passionate about and crush Tom at the same time. A win-win.

Your confidence quickly fell away as Tom argued from the point of view of big corporations, which you should’ve seen coming, but were still caught off guard by. You tried to argue with Schafer that he was supposed to debate as an individual, but of course, he let it slide because it was “creative” and “would make things interesting”.

You tackled everything Tom threw at you, including the ridiculous claims he made with no evidence to back them up. You thought you had everything under control until the boy across from you randomly shouted out “everyone knows climate change isn’t real!”

To most, it would’ve been obvious that it was a last ditch effort to save his argument, but you were furious.

“Shut the fuck up.” If the room wasn’t quiet before, it certainly was now. You’d broken the number one rule of the class which was to always be polite to your opponent. That, and you’d cursed at him. You weren’t going to get any participation points today.

“Why don’t you come over here and make me?” Tom said with a shit-eating grin, breaking the silence.

You narrowed your eyes at him and took a deep breath, trying to calm down. For the whole semester, you’d been oblivious to the blatant sexual tension that had been building since the beginning of the class, something everyone else had most definitely picked up on.

You didn’t even notice until you caught Tom’s eye from across the room, and watched him lick his lips as he glared at you. It was then that you wondered what those lips would feel like on yours. On your body. You wondered if Tom felt it, or if it was all just pent up hatred for you that you were reading completely wrong.

“Alright, well I think we’ll move on to the next group now,” Professor Schafer said after a moment of awkward silence. You gave him an apologetic look before gathering your papers and making your way back up the stairs.

���Nice work,” Tom said in a sarcastic whisper behind you as he followed on your heel.

“Bite me.”

“If you insist.”

You froze in your tracks, turning around to give him a very measured look. His eyes were dark and his lips were curled up into a mischievous grin. You didn’t know what to make of it.

Which brought the two of you to this dark, empty classroom, mere minutes after class had finally ended, where you were currently having the best sex of your life on top of a lab table with the guy you hated most.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” you begged as he moved in and out of you at a pace that had you seeing stars.

“I’m not a quitter,” he responded, bending down and nipping at your ear.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you accused at the same time you began to feel the familiar coil in your stomach.

“Nothing,” he said and

“No, tell me,” you insisted, trying to fight off your orgasm for a few more seconds.

He sighed. “You give up too easy, that’s why I always win.”

“Fuck you, you do not always win.”

“No, but you would if you didn’t back down so fast.”

“I don’t want the whole class to hate me for badgering you until I win by default.”

“It’s not about being liked, it’s about winning.”

“Clearly.”

It was Tom’s turn to be offended. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I think you know.”

His face was scrunched up too like he was also trying not to cum before you. Another competition.

“Fuck you.”

“I think you already are,” you quipped and Tom swore, stilling on top of you as he came. You would’ve smiled over the fact that your snarky comment was what sent him over the edge if you weren’t right behind him, clenching around him and curling your toes as you came hard.

Tom thrust weakly in and out of you to help you ride out your high before fully collapsing on top of you when it was all over.

“You do believe in climate change, right?” you asked, breathing hard underneath him.

He laughed lightly, his whole body shaking on top of you. “Of course, shit’s terrible.”

“Oh good,” you said with relief. “Because I don’t want to have sex with someone who doesn’t.”

“It would’ve been a little late if I didn’t,” Tom pointed out.

“Well, I figured it was a fifty-fifty shot and I was horny.”

Tom’s lips quirked up into a smile as he rolled off of you onto the other side of the table.

“Just for the record, I still hate you,” you said and hopped off of the table to get dressed.

“Don’t worry, feeling’s mutual, darling,” he shot back, watching you pull your shirt over your head.

You were relieved that your dynamic hadn’t changed after sleeping together, and knew that next time you had to debate him he wouldn’t stand a chance, but you didn’t see the way Tom’s eyes lingered on you as you got dressed with your back turned to him, or the way his smile had faded into a frown as you walked out without saying goodbye.

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Hey! Congrats on 1k, that's brilliant! Can i please request a blurb with prompt 51 from the first list and prompt 10 from the second list ❤

thank you, love!! sorry it took so long to get to!! also, there wasn’t a 51 on the list so I went with 41 I hope that’s okay!! and it’s so long I got carried away lol

**the reader is pregnant in this as a lil nod to my fave @nnatasha :))

“How ‘bout you come and help me out, huh?”

“Were you just touching yourself?” ‘Yeah, what are you gonna do about it?’

It was a lazy Sunday in the Holland house and you were propped up on the couch next to Tom, a bowl of chips resting on your belly. He was watching some golf tournament, but you weren’t really paying attention. Instead, you were focused on his hands, his fingers, that were drawing shapes absentmindedly on your thigh. It was something that he did all the time anyway, but for whatever reason it was driving you crazy today.

Ever since you’d gotten pregnant you’ve been unbelievably horny, and at first, it was great. You dragged Tom to bed every chance you got, and he certainly didn’t complain. You left dinners, parties, and even movies early, unable to go another minute without having him inside you. Watching Tom sneak out of bathrooms and closets after messing around with you, cheeks pink and hair tousled was one of your favorite things and often led to an immediate round two. You were insatiable, and Tom had always called you out for it with an appreciative smirk and nip at your bottom lip.

But as the months passed and your body started to change more and more, your confidence began to dwindle. You still wanted Tom all the time, but you didn’t think he felt the same way. With your fluctuating weight and growing stomach, how could he possibly find you as attractive as he had before? He hadn’t said anything about it of course, but you knew he was too nice to. And it wasn’t just that. You didn’t feel as sexy as you used to, you weren’t as sure of yourself and your body. The pounds you were gaining weren’t just around your stomach and it made you insecure, all of it made you insecure.

You attributed any advance he made towards you as something he felt obligated to do, and shrugged him off with an apologetic smile, so after a while he stopped trying altogether, content to spend afternoons together with you like this, relaxing and watching tv together.

What you didn’t know was that he thought the exact opposite. Seeing you like this actually turned him on. He was in awe that over the fact that your body was creating a whole new life inside of it and you acted like it was almost nothing. You were the strongest woman he knew and all he wanted to do was worship your body and pleasure you for carrying his child, but your sex drive had seemingly taken a dive and he wasn’t about to be selfish while you were doing all the hard work. So he resolved to quietly getting himself off in the shower to thoughts of you and keeping himself in check when you spent time together.

You always tried to pay attention to golf even though you hated it, just for the sake of being able to make conversation with Tom while it was happening, but today your mind was on other things. You watched as some guy you’d never seen before hit a golf ball into the lake and tensed as Tom’s hand squeezed your leg as he exclaimed at the tv.

“Oi, that was fucking awful!” he shouted, not releasing his grip on your leg.

You fought the urge to squirm as heat rushed to your core and sucked in a deep breath through your teeth.

“You alright, love?” Tom asked as he ripped his attention away from the tv, his voice laced with concern.

You shifted on the couch and rolled your neck, rubbing it lightly with your hand.. “Just a muscle cramp,” you lied and cleared your throat.

“Want me to rub your neck?” he offered, turning his body towards you.

“Um, yeah sure,” you agreed (like an idiot), hoping it would take your mind off of what you really wanted him to do to you.

You put the bowl of chips on the coffee table in front of you and scooted back closer to Tom so that you could sit between his legs. He brushed your hair out of the way softly and put one hand on each shoulder, just underneath the collar of your shirt. His hands were cold at first, and you shivered as he moved his fingers along your skin and began to apply pressure. He worked his thumbs into the muscles of your neck as he half-watched the tournament, pressing a little harder whenever a player made a particularly good or bad shot.

The burning between your thighs didn’t subside as he massaged your neck, you didn’t know why you thought it would. You groaned as he started to press a little more firmly, wishing his fingers would wander a little further under your shirt.

“Feel good?” he asked with a little smirk.

“Mhm,” you replied with a nod of you head.

“I’m glad. Is your neck feeling any better?”

You sat up straighter and leaned away from him so that his hands fell away from your shoulders. He looked at you in confusion.

“Um, yeah, thank you.” You swallowed thickly, pressing your legs together.

“Darling?”

“I’m feeling a little sick actually, so I’ll-I’ll be right back,” you leapt up from the couch and made a run for your shared bedroom, slamming the door behind you. You knew Tom wouldn’t follow you because you didn’t like him to see you getting sick, even though he wanted to take care of you.

You heard him call out after you, but couldn’t make out what he was saying. Your mind was ironically too cloudy with thoughts of him, of his hands and all the things he could do with them to make any sense of what he’d said. You shrugged off your t-shirt and sweatpants in record time, leaving your socks on, and jumped onto the bed as quietly as possible. You didn’t waste any time slipping your fingers under the waistband of your panties, gasping when you finally applied pressure to where you needed it most. You were even wetter than you thought, making it easy to work two of your fingers inside of you at once.

You bit your lip, trying to keep as quiet as possible. Your back arched off the bed when you brought your thumb to your clit and you cursed under your breath. The combination of relief and pleasure was indescribable and you felt yourself getting close fast.

You imagined Tom’s fingers pumping in and out of you and his lips on your neck and couldn’t help but moan out a little.

You were nearly over the edge when you heard the bedroom door open and froze, eyes wide, and saw a very red faced Tom.

“What the fuck?” he asked. You read a mixture of anger and lust in his eyes and gulped. “Were you just touching yourself?”

“Um, it isn’t what you think?” you lied even though it was futile.You knew it looked pretty bad, you were completely naked on the bed, hand down your panties, all sweaty and blissed out.

He crossed his arms. “I was listening at the door, y/n, don’t play dumb.”

“You were listening?” you accused, still aware of how guilty you looked with your fingers still literally inside of you.

“Yes, because you said you were sick! I wanted to make sure you were okay!”

“Well, I’m almost done, or at least I was. Don’t worry we can keep watching golf in a minute.”

“I don’t fucking care about golf, y/n,” he spat, then softened a little. “Why didn’t you ask me to help? With, y’know...” he trailed off nodding in the direction of your hand.

Your lip began to tremble. “I didn’t want to make you.”

“Make me? What are you on about?”

You glanced down at your body and shrugged. “I know my body is different and bigger and just...not like it used to be, so I didn’t want to make you do anything if you didn’t think I was as attractive anymore.”

You thought Tom’s eyes might pop out of his head the way he was looking at you. “What on earth made you think that?”

“I dunno, I just don’t feel like myself I guess, and I thought you might think I was gross now or something.”

“Love, no- absolutely not. If anything, it’s the opposite! You look...so gorgeous like that, what you’re doing, creating life, is fucking incredible. I get hard just thinking about you these days,” he admitted sheepishly.

“Wait, really?” you asked, sitting up a little more.

“Uh yeah,” he laughed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Controlling myself around you has been really hard, but I thought the hormones had kicked your sex drive so I didn’t want to push you. I mean, especially because you’re already doing so much.:”

“I’m always horny,” you groaned, tossing your head back onto the pillows. “I think it’s worse than before?”

“Really?” Tom asked eagerly and you could swear you saw his cock twitch in his sweatpants.

“Really.”

“Have you, uh, have you come yet?” he asked, licking his lips.

You shook your head, starting to move your thumb over your clit again. “How ‘bout you come over here and help me out, huh?”

“Don’t need to ask me twice,” he said cockily, pulling his t-shirt up and over his head.

He wiggled out of his sweats too, and hopped up on the bed next to you. He kissed you harshly on the lips before moving in between your legs.

“Wanna taste,” he mumbled, taking your hand that was still occupied by the wrist and bringing your fingers to his mouth, sucking all the way down to your knuckles. He looked up at you with your fingers in his mouth, eyes nearly black with lust. You moaned and arched towards him. He released your wrist and grinned.“That’s it darling,” he said lowly, “want to make you feel so good.”

You managed to raise an eyebrow. “Yeah, and what are you going to do about it?”

“Anything you want.”

“Anything?”

He nodded. “What’d you have in mind?”

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So...feel free to ignore these 2 requests or to do them whenever the hell you want to! No rush at all whatsoever! But from the Smutty prompts list Could I have numbers 1, 23, 25, and 27?

another late one lol but here ya go!!! hope you like it, love xx

nsfw under the cut

“Let me show you why you should stay in bed.”

“Maybe I’d rather take my time.”

“Is there anything you can’t do with that tongue?”

“Oh god, how can you manage to switch from cute to sexy in under a second?”

“Get up, Hazza,” you mumbled sleepily, gently nudging your boyfriend who was in bed beside you.

“Mmm no,” he responded before rolling over.

“Well at least turn off your fucking alarm,” you said with irritation and hoisted yourself up to reach over him and shut his phone off yourself.

You sat up properly and rolled your neck and shoulders, slowly trying to wake up.

It was an early Saturday morning and usually, you’d be sleeping in, but recently you’d been helping Harrison train for the London marathon on the weekends which required getting up early and jogging a few miles. You weren’t the athletic type or a morning person, but Harrison had practically begged you to train with him and how could you say no?

But now, a few weeks in, he was dragging his feet and you had to constantly be on his ass about training when you didn’t even want to be doing it in the first place.

You threw the covers off of yourself and your boyfriend with a little more aggression than intended and shook Harrison’s shoulder.

“Harrison, you need to train.”

“You’re not the boss of me,” he mumbled almost incoherently.

You smacked him with a pillow. “Fuck you. You asked me to hold you accountable, this is me holding you accountable, asshole.”

He finally opened his eyes and gave you a shit-eating grin. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“What?”

“Nothing. You just look pretty.”

“Shut up. I just woke up.”

“So you can’t be pretty?”

You ignored him. “You’re deflecting and you’re trying to bribe me out of training.”

“Me? Never.”

“Uh huh,” you shook your head at him and moved to get up from the bed. “Come on, hot shot, I’ll make us some water bottles.”

“What if we just skipped training today?”

“Out of the question.”

He lounged back onto the pillows and stretched dramatically, flexing the muscles on his stomach. “Yeah? I can’t convince you otherwise?”

You crossed your arms at him and tried to ignore the spark of interest that flickered in between your legs.

“Sex is supposed to be the reward for training,” you reminded him.

Sex after running was one of your favorite things. You were both already exhausted yet weirdly competitive, fighting to see who could get the other off first and both still cruising on a ridiculous amount of adrenaline. Harrison was relentless on the weekends and you thought it might have been his way of thanking you for helping him with his training.

“Consider it a warm-up?”

“You’re impossible.”

“Come on, darling, let me show you why you should stay in bed.”

“What you’re trying to do, isn’t working.”

“You sure about that? Because you’re biting your lip like you do when you’re turned on.”

You pouted. “You play dirty.”

Harrison smiled. “How else am I supposed to win?”

You sighed and threw up your hands, relinquishing your self-control and giving in to what you really wanted. Running could wait.

You pulled your t-shirt up over your head and hastily untied the strings on your pajama pants. “Fine, but let’s do this fast. It’s supposed to rain later.”

Harrison sat up and placed his hands on your hips, stilling you on the bed. “Maybe I want to take my time.” He pulled you closer to him and started peppering hot kisses across your neck and already exposed collarbone at an agonizingly slow pace. You arched towards him and felt him smile against your skin.

“Fine, but when you lose the race I get to say I told you so,” you panted.

“You can tell me as many times as you want darling.”

You giggled and shied away from him. Laughter quickly faded into a moan as he brought his hands down to your chest, keeping his mouth occupied with your neck.

“Oh God, how can you manage to switch from cute to sexy in under a minute? You’re giving me whiplash.”

“Harrison,” you groaned.

He was going much to slow for your liking and you were starting to get desperate.

“Yes love?” he asked innocently.

“I need you.”

“Need me where, darling?”

You grumbled in frustration. “You know where. Don’t make me beg.”

He considered it. “I won’t if you’ll stay in bed with me today.”

You whined. “You need to train. I don’t want my boyfriend to be a loser.”

He laughed and kissed you on the cheek. “What if I promise to run twice as many miles tomorrow?”

“We’re supposed to have lunch with your family tomorrow.”

“They won’t mind if we’re a little late.”

The aching between your thighs son over and you sighed and nodded in defeat.

Harrison didn’t waste any time in grabbing you by the waist and flinging you backward onto the bed so that he was on top of you.

“Have I told you that I love you?” he asked as he leaned down to kiss you.

“Maybe a few times,” you said with a smile, finally letting yourself relax.

Harrison’s fingers traveled down the sides of your body until he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of your pajama pants and shimmied them down your legs along with your panties.

“Fuck, y/n, you’re soaked.”

“Yeah? You gonna do something about it?”

“In a minute.”

Haz smirked and hoisted himself up over you with his arms so that he was in the push-up position. Slowly he lowered himself so that he was just barely hovering over you, positioned right above your breasts and sucked one of your nipples into his mouth while he brought a free hand to your other.

You gasped. “Fuck, is there anything you can’t do with that tongue?”

He straightened up. “Make knots with cherry stems.”

“What?”

“You said is there anything you can’t do with your tongue and I can’t make knots with cherry stems no matter how hard I try. It’s fucking annoying.”

You glared at him. “It was a rhetorical question.”

“I know love, I’m just teasing. But I really don’t know how to do that.”

“I can teach you.”

He raised his eyebrows at you. “You can tie knots out of cherry stems with your tongue?”

“I happen to be very good with my tongue.”

“You don’t have to tell me that,” Haz said with a wink.

“Dork.”

“Loser.”

“Alright, are you going to fuck me or not?”

He leaned back down and kissed you deeply. “Relax love, we have the whole day ahead of us now.”

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“Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?” hit me with the fluff dude :)) -mcumendes

@mcumendes here ya go love 💕

“Take a deep breath and start the problem over again.”

You had been sitting in the library, looking at the same statistics worksheet for about three hours now and you were ready to pull your hair out, but you took a deep breath like Tom had said to and erased your work on the last problem anyway.

You were frustrated and ready to give up, but you knew Tom wouldn’t let you do that. You were thankful to have him as a study partner, but sometimes his never ending optimism and positive attitude irked you more than you’d like to admit.

In reality, you were just jealous of him, and of how easily math came for him, but you knew he felt the same way with you and your writing abilities. Back at the beginning of the semester you’d noticed that the two of you had a few gen ed classes together and agreed to start studying together. It’d worked out perfectly since you had talents in different areas and were able to help each other get better grades in the courses than you would have been able to on you own.

“It’s a differential equation, just do what we’ve been doing.”

“That’s what I did last time!”

“Do it again. I’ll help you.”

You sighed and focused in on the smudged paper in front of you and started from the top, repeating the steps slower than before so you wouldn’t make the same mistake. Tom looking over your shoulder was only stressing out more. You hated getting problems wrong in front of him because it was embarrassing. Statistics was the class everyone supposedly breezed through and you were barely keeping your head above water.

It didn’t help that a very cute, very smart boy was the one helping you through all of this, making you clam up and perform even worse than usual when he was around. He was so patient and understanding, and you knew you shouldn’t, but you still felt stupid when a problem that took him ninety seconds took you over six minutes.

Whenever it was you turn to tutor him in English, you were a completely different person. You were confident, and had a sharp tongue, ready to crack a joke whenever the opportunity presented itself. You knew what the fuck was going on and he was the one who got flustered. It was rather cute, actually.

“Y/n?” Tom asked in concern when he noticed your pencil hovering over the paper. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, just thinking.”

“M’kay. Keep going.”

You blew a strand of hair that’d escaped your ponytail out of your face and soldiered on. When you were done, you sat back and looked up at him expectantly. He glanced up from his packet (that he was four pages ahead of you on) and slid your papers over to check it. You watched as his eyes scanned the numbers quickly and a smile broke over his face.

“Good job, y/n!”

“It’s right?” you asked in disbelief, ready to cry.

Tom nodded. “It’s perfect!”

“Thank god!” you exclaimed and collapsed on the table in relief.

“See you had it in you,” Tom said through a laugh. “You just have to believe in yourself, darling.”

You turned your head and opened one eye. “When did you become such a motivational speaker, Holland?”

“Oh didn’t you hear? I’ve found my new calling.”

You rolled your eyes at him, but he only grinned and pushed your packet back towards you. “Finish the rest of the packet.”

You sat up and crossed your arms. “What’s in it for me?”

“Well, a good grade, for one. But if you finish the rest of it without saying anything bad about yourself I’ll buy you a milkshake.”

“I’m lactose intolerant.”

“I’ll buy you a smoothie.”

“For real?” He nodded. 

You shook your head. “You don’t have to do that, Tom.”

“I want to. It’s about time we start hanging out outside of studying.”

“What do you mean ‘it’s about time’?”

He shrugged. “I like spending time with you.”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise. “You do?”

“Well I certainly don’t get up at the crack of dawn to write rhetorical essays with you for the sheer fun of it.”

“And here I was thinking you liked my analysis methods.”

“I like a lot about you, y/n.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Are you flirting with me?”

“You finally noticed,” he chuckled.

“What do you mean finally?”

“Have been since the middle of the semester, but no big deal.”

“Well if that’s the case, you’re horrible at flirting.”

“Alternatively, you’re horrible at picking up on flirting.”

“Nonsense, I’m a pro when it comes to flirting.”

“Yeah? Hit me with your best pick up line.”

You wracked your brain and said the first one that came to mind. “Are you a parking ticket? Because you have fine written all over you.” Tom cringed. “Like you could do better!”

He cleared his throat. “I wish I was your statistics homework because then I’d be hard and you’d be doing me on your desk.”

You felt heat creep up on your cheeks and stared at Tom like he’d stabbed you in the leg. “Thomas!”

“Told you I was good.”

“I don’t know if I’d call that good.”

“Why not? Seemed to have an affect on you.”

You sputtered. “I-you- this isn’t over!”

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Again, feel free to ignore, but like also (and if you only write one PLEASE write this one) 5, 10, 13, 30, 32, and 34? I know that's a lot, but I felt like they all went together pretty well and woof. Anyway, again, feel free not to write any, because like I'm hella late. But I love you very much!!

anything for you love :))

“I’d hold on to something if I were you.”

“You’re really going to make me beg for it?”

“You’re so sexy when you’re all hot and bothered.”

“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

“If you don’t like my teasing then why are you moaning?”

“I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.“

“Someone’s going to catch us,” you hissed as Harrison dragged you by the hand into a dark closet.

“Not if you lower your voice” he muttered back, closing the door behind the two of you.

You were at a mutual friend’s wedding, already a few glasses of champagne in- which just so happened to make your boyfriend exceptionally horny, and it was working like a charm tonight.

He’d yanked you out of a conversation before dinner had even been served, leading you to the secluded coat closet where you were now. But you certainly weren’t complaining.

Harrison stood in front of you for a moment with his hands in the pockets of his slacks, drinking in the sight of you. He licked his lips. “You look ravishing tonight, darling.”

You cocked your head to the side. “You don’t look too bad yourself, stud.” He chuckled, pale blue eyes glittering in the dim light. You took a deep breath. “So… what are we doing in here?” You looked around the closet. There wasn’t enough space to do much of anything. “Do you want me to…?” you trailed off and hoisted up your dress to get on your knees, but Harrison reached out a hand to stop you.

“Not quite yet, love.”

“Oh yeah?”

He nodded. “Take off your panties.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Take. Them. Off.”

You hesitantly reached up under your tight dress and pulled off your thong. Haz held out his hand and you gave it to him in confusion. He pocketed it and straightened his tie.

“Ready?”

“Ready for what?”

“To go eat dinner. Our friends are waiting for us.”

“We-we’re not going to do anything?”

He smirked at your impatience and shook his head. “I have another idea.”

You were confused, but let him lead you back out of the closet by the hand. Salads were waiting on plates when you returned to your table and you smiled at everyone politely as you took your seat.

You and Haz had been placed at a table with Tuwaine, some scattered Hollands (there were so many of them), and some other familiar faces that you’d met once or twice.

“What’d we miss?” Harrison asked, smiling at everyone.

“Just the bread, we didn’t save any.” Tom smiled sheepishly. “Sorry.”

“Unbelievable.” You shook your head, grinning.

“Hey, you snooze you lose.”

You smoothed your dress over your legs, still confused as to what Harrison was up to, but as the group fell into an easy conversation you began to forget about it completely.

Tuwaine was talking about some project he and Harry were working on and you were listening intently, spooning vegetable soup into your mouth when Harrison placed his hand on your bare thigh, just under the hem of your dress and you choked, sputtering and spitting soup back into your bowl.

“Woah, y/n, you okay?” Tom asked, looking up at you from the conversation.

“Yeah, you alright, baby?” Haz asked innocently. You knew he only called you baby was playing at something.

You maintained a neutral expression even though you wanted to glare at him. “Yeah, sorry, piece of celery got caught in my throat.”

“I’m sorry, love,” he cooed, rubbing your back soothingly and began playing with the ends of your hair.

You pushed your soup away from you and tuned back into whatever Tuwaine was saying. You ignored Harrison’s hand on your leg. He wasn’t doing anything with it, it was just there. You could deal with that.

The soup bowls were taken away and the main course was served. Toasts were made, cheers had, and throughout it all, Harrison’s hand remained on your thigh. You really weren’t sure what he was up to until he began inching his fingers up your leg as you ate your pasta.

He was all the way up to the crest of your hip when you finally reached under the table and grabbed his arm by the wrist and gave him a warning look.

He didn’t even turn his head towards you. You relaxed your grip on his arm and stole a bite of chicken off of his plate with a smirk.

You were aching for his fingers by now, but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, so you attempted to awkwardly cross your legs and continue talking to Tom.

Harrison discreetly slipped his hand in between your legs and pushed them back apart, fingers tensing when they felt how wet you already were. He glanced at you for a split second before going back to his meal, continuing to tease you with his free hand.

You tried not to writhe in your seat as he played you like a fiddle underneath the table and bit back a moan as he gently nudged your clit with his thumb. As quickly as his fingers had been where you needed them most they were gone and you whined in protest.

“Fuck. You,” you whispered hoarsely, wondering how worked up you looked to everyone at the table.

Hopefully, they’d attribute the flush across your features as too much champagne and the darkness in your eyes to…. fuck you didn’t know you just hoped they couldn’t tell.

You continued to glare at your boyfriend until he finally leaned over and whispered in your ear, “if you don’t like my teasing, why are you moaning?”

You bit your tongue to stop yourself from cursing at your lovely boyfriend, knowing he’d only make it worse for you if you did.

Instead, you turned back to your food, not that you were very hungry now. In fact, your pasta didn’t look appetizing at all anymore, not when you’d rather have something else in your mouth. But you chewed on the cardboard tasting noodles anyway, admiring the newlyweds as they danced to some Ed Sheeran song.

Harrison’s hand made its way back up your thigh until he was right there, pushing two fingers inside of you, and slowly began pumping them in and out of you at an excruciating pace. You gripped the table hard, trying to keep a straight face as he fingered you in front of your friends.

“You’re so sexy when you’re all hot and bothered,” Haz whispered hotly in your ear.

“Did you seriously just say ‘hot and bothered’?” you muttered back.

“You want me to stop?” He asked, stilling his fingers inside of you.

You whimpered quietly and tried grinding up against his hand to get some relief, but he resisted, pulling his hand back completely.

“You’re really gonna make me beg for it?” You hissed, snapping at him in frustration.

“Maybe if you ask nicely,” he whispered back, giving you a sickeningly sweet smile.

You rolled your eyes. “Please.”

Harrison leaned down and tapped his ear. “Sorry, what did you say? I know for a fact you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.”

“Please,” you repeated a little louder, but not loud enough for the other people at the table to hear.

Harrison was more than happy to comply this time and reinserted his fingers with ease, this time using his thumb to massage your clit and you made a noise that sounded like it was something in between a cough and a moan. Everyone looked up at you and you sunk down in your chair in embarrassment.

Tom narrowed his eyes suspiciously at you from across the table. “You sure you’re alright?”

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak.

“She’s just a bit feverish,” Harrison replied for you without stopping. “She wasn’t feeling well before we came, but she wanted to be here for the wedding. I think I’ll get her home now, though,” he decided and removed his hand from between your legs, wiping it on the napkin on his lap and pulling your dress back down in several quick motions. “Come on, love,” he said and helped you up from your chair, which was probably a good thing because you thought your legs might buckle beneath you if you tried to walk.

A chorus of “hope you feel better”s and “get well soon”s was heard from around the table and you thanked your friends before allowing Harrison to lead you away with his hand on the small of your back, not missing the suspicious glance Tom gave you as you went.

Back in the coat closet, Harrison looked you up and down with renewed desire. He was obviously hard in his slacks, though the black fabric hid it well. He began unbuttoning his pants and you raised your eyebrows.

“Here?”

“Unless you don’t want to,” he shrugged.

You were so desperate for him by now you weren’t sure if you could wait another second.

“No, no I want to,” you exclaimed a little too loudly and Harrison chuckled.

You began to wiggle out of your dress before he held out his hand to stop you again and you struggled not to cry in frustration.

“Leave it on,” he rasped and you understood. “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted you all night.”

“I think I have some sort of idea,” you teased, eyeing the erection in his boxers.

“You think you’re funny.”

“I know I’m funny. Now can we get this show on the road, before people actually start needing their coats?”

“The cake hasn’t even been served, darling, just admit how bad you want me too.”

“I thought it was obvious,” you quipped back, “from that little game you played at dinner.”

Harrison’s eyes twinkled. “Come here, y/n,”

You cautiously stepped toward him until he was close enough to pull you into an embrace. He kissed you deeply then pulled back and smirked. “I’d hold on to something if I were you.”

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ooooooooo baby let's do this. Can I pleeeaase get a blurb with the prompt "Apparently all our friends have a bet we're going to end up together" in a like production assistant that's friends with all the ffh cast context?? (If u couldn't tell... I love that trope lmao) I am SO proud of you girl ilyyyyy

THANK YOU I LOVE YOU 💕💕

also this is cheesy as fuck I’m sorry lol

“Is it just me or have they been acting weird all day?” Tom asked, jerking his head in the direction of the rest of your friends.

You were in the middle of organizing some paperwork and Tom was hanging around you like usual, trying to distract you from your work. You glanced up in the direction he was gesturing to and saw the rest of the cast huddled in a group whispering intently. You made eye contact with Zendaya and she smirked at you before turning her attention back to the group. 

“Like they keep looking at us and whispering,” Tom continued, looking back towards them nervously.

You shrugged. “Apparently all our friends have a bet we’re going to end up together.”

“Wh-what?” Tom sputtered, completely caught off guard. “How do you know?”

“People really don’t know how to use this,” you said, tapping the headset resting on top of your head. “Jacob was borrowing it from Natalie earlier, just messing around with it, and he mentioned it when he was talking to everyone else.”

“What the fuck, is there money on the line?”

“Fifty bucks.”

He laughed. “That’s all we’re worth to them?”

You put the paperwork down and looked at him finally. “I guess.”

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“Because it’s just a stupid bet and our friends are ridiculous. It doesn’t mean anything.”

Tom worked his fingers underneath the collar of his Spider-Man suit as if it were choking him all of the sudden. “Well, the bet had to come from somewhere, right? Why do you think they think we’re going to get together?”

You narrowed your eyes at the flustered boy in front of you. What was he playing at? “They probably came up with it after last week.”

Last week. Production was running behind and they’d kept you working long hours. You stayed long into the night after everyone else had gone home and sometimes even until the sun rose the next morning, having to do the whole thing over again with no rest in between. It’d been exhausting, and you’d slept when you could, napping on furniture that wasn’t being used on set, hiding out in Zendaya’s trailer, and even curling up on the concrete floor just to get a few minutes of rest.

Tom had found you on the floor once in the middle of last week when he wasn’t needed in front of the camera. You were shivering and sleeping fitfully. He sat down against the wall next to you, shrugged off his jacket to lay it across you, and propped your head up onto his lap so you could have a pillow. He played with your hair lightly as you slept and smiled to himself, wondering what you were dreaming about.

When you finally woke up again, he was still there, but he’d fallen asleep too and his head lolled to the side against the wall, still wearing his Peter Parker costume.The sight made you grin like an idiot and you relaxed back onto his lap, curling up with the jacket. Everyone around you was wrapping for the day and getting ready to go home, but you didn’t have the heart to wake him. You stayed like that until another production assistant was threatening to lock the two of you in the studio overnight, forcing you to finally shake him awake.

“Well what are the bets?”

“Hm?” you asked, snapping back to reality.

“Like when do they think we’ll get together?”

“Oh, um, Jacob says within the week, Tony says by the end of the month, Angourie says two months, and Zendaya says at the end of filming.”

“So all of them think it’s inevitable?” Tom asked curiously, his eyes gleaming with something you couldn’t put your finger on.

“Yeah,” you laughed nervously. “They don’t know what they’re talking about.”

Tom cocked his head to the side. “No?”

“I-I don’t-” now it was your turn to be flustered. “What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking that maybe we turn it around so no one gets the money.”

“Oh,” you said, your throat feeling dry all of the sudden. For a minute you thought he was about to say that they were right, that he did want to get together with you, but now he was talking about never getting together? You pursed your lips, trying not to let your disappointment show.

“Yeah. We should do it today.”

“What?” Your eyes snapped wide open and your face began to get warm as you looked up into Tom’s soft brown eyes.

He took your hand, rubbing his thumb in circles on the back of it. “No one bet that we’d get together today.”

“Are you serious?”

He let your hand go hastily. “Yeah, um, unless you’re don’t feel the same way, then just forget-”

You rocked up on your tiptoes and put your lips to his, kissing him through a smile. He was surprised, but kissed you back, snaking his arms around your waist and pulling you close to him.

“They’ll never see it coming.”

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“You’ve been giving me bedroom eyes for the past half an hour - time to show me what, exactly, was on your mind.” with Tom

I changed the quote a little to fit the blurb but here ya go!! lowkey idk how I feel about this one, but I hope you like it :))

He was an actor. That much you could tell from the way people’s eyes, men and women alike, followed him around the room. That, and the way he carried himself gave it away. All he was doing was sitting at the bar, nursing a second, maybe third beer, but he exuded the relaxed confidence, no arrogance, only actors could. You rolled your eyes, unaware that he’d glanced in your direction at the same exact time.

“Shots?” your friend, already tipsier than she probably should be, yelled over the music.

“Yeah,” you shouted back, wanting to forget the awful week you’d just had as quickly as possible.

Your friend, Liv, had waltzed up to the bar by herself before you’d even gotten the word out and was chatting the bartender up, ordering for the both of you. Liv was better at getting free drinks than all of your friends combined, and it was obvious why. Her bubbly personality and beautiful smile were more than most men could handle, not that you could blame them. And though it often annoyed you that she always got her way, you couldn’t be mad when it benefited you.

The man, the actor, you’d noticed before gave your friend a once over and went back to his drink without so much of a raise of his eyebrows. You were a bit surprised to be honest, but before you could make anything of it Liv was back with two small glass cups and a napkin with a phone number scribbled sloppily on it.

“Here you go,” she said with a giddy smile, handing one of the shot glasses over to you.

“Thanks, how much do I owe you?” you asked, already knowing the answer.

“Nothing! The bartender gave them to me for free, can you believe that?”

“No!” you feigned disbelief, playing along with your friends obliviousness.

“People in this town are so nice,” she grinned and shook her head. “Anyway, cheers!”

She clinked her glass against yours and downed her shot like it was water. You followed in suit, struggling not to make a face as the alcohol burned your throat.

People in this town are not nice you thought to yourself they’re shallow. They’re only nice to you when they want something.

You didn’t protest when Liv pulled you onto the dancefloor like you usually did, and started swaying to songs you’d never heard before without a care in the world. You wanted another drink, but you needed to stay sober enough to see both you and Liv home so you resisted.

“Hey!” Liv shouted next to your ear so that you’d be able to hear her. “That guy is looking at you.”

You turned your head over your shoulder to look at where she was pointing and locked eyes with the guy you’d pinpointed as a cocky actor earlier. He didn’t break eye contact when you caught him, but sent you a smirk across the bar and an eyebrow raise.

“I didn’t think my dancing was that bad,” you mumbled to your friend, averting your eyes slowing your hips a bit.

“No, loser, he’s looking at you,” Liv insisted, still looking over your shoulder.

“Good for him, he can look all he wants.”

“You don’t think he’s cute?”

“I know he’s cute. And he knows it too.”

“So?”

“So? He’s probably an asshole.”

Live shrugged. “Yeah, but they’re usually the best in bed.” You gave her a look. “What? It’s true!”

You just laughed and rolled your eyes, pulling her by the wrists to dance with you some more and trying to forget about the guy at the bar behind you.

“Ya know, I bet he’d buy you a drink,” Liv said some time later, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

“Will you drop it?” you hissed, fighting the urge and turn around to find him.

She winced. “I would, but he’s right behind you.”

You whipped around, nearly bumping into him, but he caught you by the shoulders and smiled easily down at you.

“You alright?” he asked, his accent catching you by surprise.

You yanked yourself out of his grasp and straightened your shirt. “What do you want?”

“I was going to ask you if you wanted to dance?”

“Why me?”

“Why not?”

“You think you can just have whoever you want, don’t you?” you spat out of nowhere, covering your mouth when you realized what you’d said. You cringed backwards from the boy, realizing you’d been unfairly projecting some of your bitterness at Liv on this complete stranger.

He shrugged, still smiling. “Not whoever. As many times as I’ve tried, I’ve never been able to charm the queen.”

“Elizabeth? You’ve met her?” He nodded. “Well you’re one step ahead of me, that’s gotta count for something.”

“You’re trying to seduce the queen of England?”

“You didn’t really think you wouldn’t have competition, did you?” He laughed at that, a genuine, eyes crinkling, laugh. Fuck.

“So, about that dance?”

You hesitated. “I, I don’t know my friend-”

“Seems to be occupied,” he cut you off, nodding in the direction of the bar, where Liv was flirting with the bartender again, seeming truly interested in the conversation this time.

“A dance can’t hurt,” you decided, holding your hand out to him. “I’m y/n by the way.”

“Tom.”

You smiled and let him lead. He twirled you closer towards him, the dancing not really matching up to the club music that was playing. The swaying was innocent enough, but you were pressed up against him,  and his breath was hot on your neck, making your heart pick up. Song after song played and the two of you danced, sometimes playing along with the party music, sometimes doing your own thing. The night wound down naturally, and groups of friends started clearing out. You didn’t want to go just yet, you weren’t ready for the night to end.

The last song ended and Tom pulled you in closer, his hand rested easily on the small of your back, and he leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“Wanna get out of here?”

He sounded a bit nervous, like he was afraid you’d turn him down, and it made you smile. You pulled away from him and slipped your fingers into his belt loops, pulling his hips against yours. “Absolutely. You’ve been giving me bedroom eyes all night - time to show me what, exactly, was on your mind.”

His demeanor changed immediately and the cocky grin he so easily wore slipped back onto his face. “Oh, darling, I plan on it.”

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dude I hit one thousand followers this afternoon and I’m so frickin pumped!!!! lol thank you guys so so much for supporting my writing and my blog and for putting up with my erratic sleeping schedule!! it’s been a while since I’ve done one of these, but I wanted to have a celebration with all of you because it seems like a big milestone :))

lmk how you think I should celebrate with this poll!!!

tagging some lovely mutuals under the cut (thank you for all for everything!!!) :

@summernykole @honeymoonparker @tominhoodies @hey-its-grey @stuckonspidey @alt-ernativewonderland @nnatasha @hollandarling @mcumendes @hardzzello @starsholland @dylshoney @calum-hoodwinked-me @hbmoore1986 @spideypeach @cartwheelandfaceplant @parkerstylesperalta

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Cast your mutuals as Greek/Roman Goddesses?

I’m not casting anyone as zeus bc he’s a dick

@summernykole is aphrodite bc she’s gonna make everyone fall in love with her (she already does)

@spideypeach is poseidon bc of the siren if I’m being totally honest

@harleykeenermcu is hades bc of mep

@hey-its-grey is demeter bc she has like 14 children

@honeymoonparker is athena bc she’s That Bitch

@hardzzello is artemis bc she’s hella cool

@stuckonspidey is apollo bc she’s the sun ☀️

@alt-ernativewonderland is hephaestus bc her blog is fire sorry that was dumb

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also congrats on 1k!!! that's amazing!

thank u :’)

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champagne and pools by hoodie allen, blackbear, and kyle 🌿

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Congratulations love!!!! 🎊🍾🎉

THANK YOU JESS

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thru these tears by LANY 🌿

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