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Bringing Sexy Back
Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader
Synopsis: Peter tries and fails to seduce you
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To kick off the summer, Tony organized a group vacation to a resort at “one of his less crowded islands”, as he put it. The team sat together on the quinjet while Tony gave out the room assignments to everyone, ending with you and Peter.
“Parker and my beloved offspring, you’re in the penthouse suit with me. But don’t worry, you guys have your own room. It’s just connected to mine with thin walls and a door I can easily break down.” Tony said with a calm smile.
“Thanks, dad.” You smiled back at him before excusing yourself to go to the bathroom. Once you were gone, Sam leaned over to him.
“Wow, I feel for you, man. You really got the short end of the stick.” Sam said and patted Peters back.
“Short? I’m 5’8. That’s average height.” Peter defended himself.
“For a woman.” Sam snorted. “But that’s not what I meant.”
“What did you mean?” Peter wondered.
“I mean you finally get to spend the night with your girlfriend and her dad is in the next room. That means the only way you’re getting laid is if you crawl up a chicken's ass and wait.” Sam replied, making everyone laugh at Peters's expense.
“Oh. That’s gotta hurt.” Bruce laughed. “It hurt me and it wasn’t even directed at me.”
“That’s called a ricochet.” Natasha said. “Also done by bullets and Taylor Swifts tears.”
“I understood that reference.” Steve chimed in.
“Did you?” Peter asked skeptically, making Steve’s smile fall.
“That’s the one that sings “Single Ladies”, right?” He whispered to Natasha.
“Uh huh.” Natasha smiled sarcastically.
“Are you gonna take that, Parker?” Bruce asked Peter. Peter noticed everyone was looking at him and blushed in embarrassment.
“It wasn’t that clever. Chickens don’t even lay eggs. Hens do. And we don’t do that so it doesn’t matter.” He mumbled. Everyone’s eyes widths they leaned forward in their seats.
“Don’t do what?” Sam asked for clarification. Peter looked around at all the peering eyes and shrunk down in his seat.
“Sex.” Peter reluctantly admitted.
“You don’t do sex?” Sam laughed in surprise.
“Have we forgotten how to speak?” Natasha asked the crowd.
“Why are you guys all looking at me the way we looked at Bucky when he told us he didn’t wash his ass in the shower?” Peter asked.
“It honestly never crossed my mind.” Bucky shrugged.
“Hold on. How long have you guys been together?” Bruce asked Peter.
“Two months.”
“Two months? And you haven’t smushed yet?” Sam gasped.
“Ew. Smushed? There’s no actual smushing involved, right?” Peter forced a laugh. No one replied and his smile fell.
“Right?” He asked seriously.
“No offense kid, but that’s a long time to keep a lady waiting.” Steve said. “You two need to do a little bit of the old how’s yer father, if you know what I mean.”
“I don’t. What the fuck does that mean?” Sam asked and pulled out his phone.
“Who are you to talk? Aren’t you a 1,000 year old virgin?” Peter deadpanned.
“100 years.” Steve corrected. “And yes. I am.”
“No he’s not.” Bucky said.
“I googled it. It was Steve’s old man way of saying putting some stank on it.” Sam read off his phone.
“Why haven’t you guys done it yet?” Natasha wondered. “It’s not like you just met. You’ve known her for years.”
“Yeah, but she’s only been my girlfriend for two months of those years. It’s a big transition. We’re waiting for the right moment.”
“So you’ve talked about it?” Steve asked him.
“Well, no.” Peter admitted. “I’m just assuming.”
“Assuming what exactly?” Natasha asked.
“That’s she’s waiting for the right moment to tell me she wants to do it. And then it’ll just happen then.” Peter shrugged.
“Hm.” Natasha said curtly. Peter noticed the look on everyone’s face and grew worried.
“What?” He laughed nervously.
“Nothing.” Steve shrugged and avoided eye contact.
“You can’t make that face and say “hm” and then not tell me.” Peter insisted.
“I think she’s ready.” Steve admitted. “I think she’s more than ready. You’re the one who’s not ready. That’s why you haven’t made a move yet.”
“She could’ve made a move.” Peter pointed out.
“No girl wants that.” Sam waved his hand. “They want their man to take charge and sweep them off their feet. You know, romance? Making her feel special?”
“She hates being lifted off her feet.” Peter insisted. “I picked her up once and she punched me in the throat and the bing bongs at the same time.”
“Hey, I taught her that move. I’m glad to see she’s using it.” Natasha smiled proudly.
“I have to agree with Sam on this one.” Steve said. “Girls like a romantic gesture. I’m not saying you have to literally sweep her off her feet, but make it clear that you want her. Or else she’s gonna start to feel under appreciated and unseen.”
“You guys don’t know what you’re talking about. We’re waiting and that’s okay.” Peter insisted.
“She’s waiting. For you. To make a God damn move already.” Sam replied.
“And you know what happens if you wait too long?”
“What happens?” Peter gulped.
“She’ll find someone who’s ready now.” Sam shrugged.
“Well what am I supposed to do? How do I make her feel special?”
“She was your best friend before your girlfriend right?” Bruce asked him.
“Yeah.”
“So she should be the person you’re most comfortable with. Just make a move. She’ll make a move in return. That’s how it works.” Bruce explained.
“Just like that?” Peter asked skeptically.
“Just like that.” Sam confirmed. By the point, you were back from the bathroom and sitting in a seat by yourself. Peter graced himself before going over to sit beside you.
“Hey.” Peter smiled at you.
“Hey Petey. What’s going on?” You smiled back.
“Nothing much. Just wanted to come sit by my lady.” He said and wrapped an arm around you.
“Aw. You’re so cute.” You smiled and leaned into him.
“You’re cute. Are these new?” He asked and tugged on the hem of your shorts.
“New to me.” You shrugged. “I stole them from Pepper.”
“I like them. They look good on you.” He said as he looked into your eyes. You smiled at the compliment and leaned in to kiss his cheek. Peter blushed and looked over his shoulder at Sam, who was nodding his head to give him the go ahead. Peter nodded back before returning his attention to you. He went to put his hand on your thigh, but since the action was unnatural to him, he ended up grabbing your thigh so quickly and harshly that you jumped.
“Oh my God. What was that?” You gasped and pushed his hand off.
“Sorry. There was a spider on your leg.” Peter quickly lied.
“And you killed it? Isn’t that like…cannibalism?” You asked him.
“No.” Peter chuckled. “Wait. Oh my God. Is it?”
“I don’t know.” You shrugged. “But thanks for killing it. I didn’t even feel it on my leg.”
“Hm. Weird.” Peter forced a laugh. He looked over at Sam again, who was shaking his head in disappointment.
“This is gonna be harder than I thought.” Peter thought to himself.
With Tony in the room right next store, Peter didn’t dare try anything while on the vacation. But once you returned to the tower a week later, it was game time.
“Peter? Are you in here?” You asked as you knocked on his bedroom door one day.
“One second, baby. I’m in the shower.” Peter called to you from the bathroom in his room.
“Okay. I’ll wait out here.” You shouted back and took a seat on his bed. Peter heard your response and thought back to what the team said about making a move. Before he could second guess himself, he called out again.
“You don’t have to do that. Why don’t you join me?”
“What? I can’t hear you over the water.” You said as you walked over to the bathroom door so he could hear you better.
“I didn’t say anything.” He lied when he felt he had failed.
“Oh. It sounded like you did.” You laughed and leaned against his bathroom door.
“That was just the sound of my shampoo bottle falling.” Peter lied.
“Oh. Okay.” You answered skeptically. You were about to go back to his bed when you heard a loud thud.
“Peter? What was that? Did you shampoo fall again?” You opened the door a little to ask him.
“No. My body did.” Peter groaned from the shower floor.
“Oh no. Are you okay?”
“Not really.” He winced. “I think I twisted my ankle.”
“Do you need help?”
“Yeah, but…” Peter began but trailed off.
“But what?” You asked.
“I’m nakey.” He said in a little voice.
“I’ll close my eyes, okay?” You laughed.
“You don’t have to. I just wanted to warn you that you’re about to see the biggest penis you’ve ever seen.” Peter said seriously, making you laugh again.
“Oh really? Is Thor in there?” You asked.
“That was hurtful.”
“You’re such an idiot. I’m coming in, okay? Hide your massive penis.” You warned as you entered the bathroom.
“I’ll try. But it won’t be easy.” Peter sighed. You opened the shower door with your elbow while covering your eyes with both hands.
“I’m here. Can you see me?” You asked him.
“Why would o not be able to see you? You’re the one with your eyes covered.”
“Oh. Right. Where are you?”
“The floor. Because I fell. That’s typically where people end up after they fall.”
“I should just leave you here to drown.” You said and turned to leave.
“Wait, come back. Please.” Peter whined. “They’ll never find a casket big enough to hold my massive schlong.”
“I hate you so much.” You laughed and came back. You bent down and helped him off the floor but grabbing his arm.
“Ah!” You screamed and dropped his arm.
“What?”
“You’re wet.” You grimaced.
“I’m in the shower.” He reminded you.
“I don’t know why but I wasn’t expecting you to be wet. Put my hand on the knob. I’ll turn it off.” You told him. Peter took your hand and guided it to the knob while you kept your eyes tightly shut. You heard the sound of the water turning off and Peter sighing in relief.
“There we go. Much better.” He said.
“Okay. I’m gonna pick you up now.” You told him and bent down to wrap your arms around his torso.
“Ah!” He screamed.
“What?”
“That tickles.” He sheepishly admitted.
“Oh my God.” You laughed. “Where’s your robe?”
“Hanging on the back of the door.” He told you. You kept your eyes shut but walked over to the door and felt around until you found his robe.
“Okay. I found it.”
“Throw it at me.” Peter said. You threw it outwards and it smacked him in the face. “You got it?”
“Yes. Ow.” Peter huffed as he put it on.
“Sorry.” You grimaced.
“Okay. You can open your eyes now.”
“Okay.” You said but didn’t open them.
“Baby. You open them.” Peter laughed.
“Sorry. I got scared.” You admitted as you opened your eyes.
“Of what?” Peter gulped, thinking you were scared to see him naked.
“Of seeing you on the shower floor and getting the biggest ick of my entire life.” You replied, making Peter laugh in relief.
“Fair enough.”
“Come on, little guy. I gotcha.” You bent down and helped him up with ease now that you could see.
“What did we say about calling me “little guy”?” Peter reminded you.
“That it’s funny and hilarious?” You asked innocently as you helped lead him out of the bathroom.
“Those are synonyms.”
“What about cinnamon?”
“What?”
“What?” You asked in reply. He shook his head endearingly as you walked him over to his bed.
“Okay. We’re here. Sit down.” You said and helped him into his bed.
“Well that was fun. And wet.” Peter said as he combed his wet hair out of his face with his fingers.
“You’re telling me.” You said and showed him your now soaking wet shirt.
“Sorry about that. You can grab a shirt from my closet.” He told you.
“Thanks.” You smiled at him before going over to his closet. You pulled out a T shirt and we’re about to put it on when you felt his eyes on you. You looked over your shoulder at him and he turned red.
“I’ll close my eyes.” Peter offered.
“It’s okay. You can watch. I don’t mind.” You smiled innocently at him before turning back around. Peter gulped as you pulled your shirt off and stayed perfectly silent. He could see your bra band when your hair moved and though it wasn’t much, it was as naked as he had ever seen you. You’d never been in so much as bathing suits around the other so this showing of skin was both unexpected but highly anticipated. Peter watched you pull his shirt over your head and fix your hair before turning back around.
“Better?” He asked in a soft voice.
“Better.” You nodded. He couldn’t help but wonder if you knew about the conversation he had had with the team. It wasn’t like you to get changed in front of him so maybe you weren’t trying to make a move as well.
“How’s your ankle feeling?” You asked as you sat on Peters bed.
“Not bad. I think it’s already healing.” He said and moved his robe to look at it.
“Good. You need it to climb walls and shoot webs out of your butt and stuff.”
“I have told you so many times.” Peter sighed. “The webs do not come out of my butt.”
“There is no doubt in my mind that you’re lying and just won’t show me. And that’s fine.” You shrugged.
“You’re ridiculous.” He laughed and took your hand.
“Yeah. Maybe a little.” You chuckled and played with his fingers. A comfortable silence filled the room as Peter started to form a plan in his head.
“So.” He laughed nervously. “Here we are. In my room. Alone.”
“I know. It’s nice.”
“You think so?” Peter asked hopefully.
“Yeah. It’s so rare we get time when no one else is around. It can finally just be the two of us.” You said and reached out to brush some hair off his forehead. Peter felt his whole face flush and scooted a little closer to you.
“I’ve actually been hoping we’d get some alone time.” He told you.
“Me too.” You smiled coyly and leaned in a little.
“Did you have anything in mind you want to do?” He asked and leaned in as well.
“I could think of a few things.” You flirted.
“Oh yeah? Like what?”
“For starters, you’ll have to lose this robe.” You said and ran your hand along the collar of his robe. Peter gulped as you got up and went back over to his closet.
“Done.” Peter nodded as he frantically started to undo the belt of his robe.
“And put this on.” You said as you tossed him some pajamas.
“Whatever you say, pretty girl. Wait, what? What’s this?” Peters smile fell when the pajamas fell into his lap.
“Pajamas. So you can get comfy and we can finally watch New Girl before it leaves Netflix.” You told him.
“Oh. Right. Pajamas. I’ll just put these on.” Peter tried to mask the disappointment in his voice as he tugged his shirt over his head. By the time you were snuggled into his side with your head on his shoulder, his disappointment was gone. He had gotten so caught up in what the team had said that he forgot to appreciate the little moments with you. He let it go for tonight and just enjoyed spending time together.
The next day, he was back on his bullshit. He found you in the kitchen with your back to him as you flipped through a magazine. Peter and wrapped his arms around you and placed a kiss on your shoulder to let you know he meant business.
“Hey you.” He said as he rested his chin on your shoulder.
“Hey Petey. What’s going on?” You smiled over your shoulder at him.
“Nothing. I just wanted to see you.”
“You’re so sweet lately. What’s gotten into you?”
“Nothing. I just really like you.” He replied and kissed your shoulder again. He decided to make a move and tilted his chin a little higher so he could kiss your neck.
“Fuck me.” You whispered as you flipped a page of your magazine. Peter immediately perked up and turned you around, thinking his plan had worked.
“What was that?” He gulped as his face burned bright red.
“Sorry. Paper cut.” You said and held up your bleeding finger. Peter took a split second to realized you were cursing, not requesting, before jumping into action.
“Here. Let me help.” He said and gently took your finger. He walked to the bathroom with you and turned on the faucet. He was about to put in under the water when he got a different idea. He looked you right in the eyes as he took your finger into his mouth and sucked the blood off of it. You watched him as he did this and gulped a little.
“Peter?” You asked in a soft voice. A hope sparked in Peter’s chest that he had successfully made a move.
“Yes?”
“Do you have any idea how many germs you just put in my open wound?” You said, making all Peters hope disappear.
“Oh. Sorry.” He shook his head in embarrassment and held your finger under the running water.
“Why did you turn the water on and then suck it instead?” You asked him. Peter thought about lying, but knew it was no use.
“I…I thought it would be sexy.” He admitted.
“You thought sucking my paper cut would be sexy? Okay, Edward.” You snorted as you got a bandaid out of the cabinet for yourself.
“Edward? Who’s that?” Peter felt a hot flash of jealousy over the mention of another boys name. He normally wouldn’t have that reaction, but he was extra sensitive after what Steve said about you finding someone else.
“The vampire from Twilight. Relax.” You laughed in surprise.
“Oh. Right.” He smiled in embarrassment.
“Peter Parker. Were you jealous at the mere drop of another boys name?” You playfully gasped.
“Is that bad?” Peter asked as he helped put a bandaid on your finger.
“I don’t think it’s bad.” You shrugged. “I think it’s kinda hot that you’re the jealous type. As long as you don’t get all possessive on me.”
“I won’t. I’ve seen enough white women with “love her but leave her wild” tattooed on them to know better.” Peter replied, making you laugh.
“Well that’s good to hear. And for what it’s worth, you’ve proven to be a lovely boyfriend so far. I’ve really enjoyed these past few months.”
“So have I.” Peter smiled softly. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss to let him know all was forgiven.
“So why were you trying to be sexy before?” You asked once you pulled away.
“I don’t know. I was just trying to make a move.” He sheepishly admitted.
“Make a move? Why would you need to do that?” You laughed. Peter could barely conceal the disappointment that he felt from your response. It seemed like the number one thing on his mind right now was the last thing on yours.
“Oh. I don’t know.” He faked a smile. You took his face in your hands and made him look at you.
“Petey, if you want me, just take me.” You said like it was obvious.
So he took you.
Peter wrapped an arm around your waist and lifted you with ease as he kissed you. You anchored your arms around his neck so that you wouldn’t slide off as he carried you to his room. Peter laid you down on his bed without ever breaking the kiss. Both of you could feel the electricity in the air and knew something big was about to happen. But before you could get too far, the door opened.
“Hey guys - stop screaming, it’s me.” Sam held up a hand when he was met with screams from you and Peter.
“We know it’s you. What do you want?” Peter groaned.
“Nothing. I’m just bored.” Sam shrugged and took a bite of his sandwich in his hand. You and Peter stared at him in disbelief of his inability to read a room while he noisily chewed his food.
“So what are you guys up to?” He asked and pointed between the two of you.
“Take a wild guess.” You said sarcastically.
“I would tell you what I think is happening.” Thor chuckled. “But I know that’s not the case since you two don’t-“
“Sam.” Peter cut him off.
“Did I say too much? Sorry. I’ll leave you alone.” Sam winked at Peter before leaving the room. The silence between you was uncomfortable as you struggled to know what to say.
“What was he about to say?” You asked an after a minute.
“I have no idea.” Peter lied. You looked at him and he knew he was caught.
“Don’t lie to me. Was he gonna say we don’t hook up?”
“Yeah. He was.” He admitted.
“You told him that?” You asked and got off his bed to put some distance between you.
“No. I would never.” He assured you. “It came up on the plane the other day. They were teasing me about you and it just kinda came out that we haven’t…you know.”
“Oh. Okay.” You nodded but didn’t seem fully convinced.
“I’m sorry. I know you like to be private.”
“It’s not your fault. I just worried that you had been complaining to them that we don’t…” You trailed off and Peter realized why you were upset.
“Honey. Never.” He assured you as he took your hand and gave it a squeeze. This seemed to ease your mind and you sat back down on his bed.
“Okay. Good.” You smiled in relief. Peter avoided looking at you as he rubbed his thumb over your knuckles.
“Does it bother you? That we haven’t done it yet?” He asked as a deep blush spread across his face.
“Well,-“ You began.
“Do you guys know the Hulu password?” Sam asked as he opened Peters door again.
“Get out!” Peter shouted and threw a pillow at him.
“I’m trying to watch Bridesmaids. Please.” Sam whined. “I’m desperate. They just added it back on there.”
“Oh my God.“ Peter groaned and rubbed his eyes, knowing the moment had lost.
“Go ask my dad or something.” You huffed.
“You guys suck. Not you, Y/n. Clearly.” Sam laughed at his own joke and left the room again. A awkward silence filled the room again and Peter felt like the worst person in the world. He knew it bothered you that he had told the team something personal and even worse, he could feel your disappointment in him.
“I’m gonna go.” You said to break the silence. You got off the bed and Peter felt you quickly slipping out of his hands.
“Wait! Don’t leave.” He pleaded.
“I have to go move my car.” You said hastily.
“Can we please talk about this?”
“I have to go move my car!” You exclaimed and swiftly left the room.
“I know you don’t have to do that!” He called after you. “We’ve watched New Girl together. I know you got that from Nick Miller.”
Peter let out a frustrated sigh and flopped on his bed. He wasn’t alone for long before Pepper and Thor knocked on his door.
“Hey, kiddo.” Pepper said kindly.
“Woah. Weird combo. Have you two ever interacted before?” Peter asked and pointed between the two of them. They looked at each other and shook their heads.
“No.” They said in unison.
“So what were you doing outside my door?”
“Not that we were listening to your entire conversation, but we were. And you guys need to talk about this.” Pepper said as she sat on Peters bed.
“We tried.” Peter sighed. “Sam kept interrupting.”
“But even before he interrupted, you weren’t really getting anywhere, were you?” Pepper asked kindly.
“What do you mean?”
“Neither of you could even say the word “sex”. How do you expect to do it if you can’t even say it?”
“I don’t know. I never thought about that.” Peter realized.
“You need to have a mature conversation with her about this. That’s the only way to know how she’s feeling and to let her know what you’re feeling.” Pepper said and patted Peters knee.
“Okay. I guess you’re right.”
“Or.” Thor began, getting Peter’s attention.
“Or? There’s another option?” Peter perked up.
“Yes. Here’s what you do. You seduce her. No words, only passion.”
“I’m listening.” Peter leaned in.
“You spray yourself with a sexy body spray. You put some sexy sheets on your bed. You lure her to your bedroom. You play a sexy song. You dim the lights because bad lighting is sexy. You light some sexy candles. You make the setting so irresistible that you won’t need words. She’ll know exactly what’s about to happen.” Thor told him.
“I think that’s a solid plan.” Peter nodded along.
“That’s a horrible plan.” Pepper exclaimed. “That is the dumbest plan I have ever heard. You clearly need to talk to her.”
“How sexy of a song are we talking here?” Peter ignored her.
“The sexiest. But don’t confuse that with raunchy. She’s not gonna get in the mood if she walks in to some degrading song. You need to pick the perfect playlist that does all the talking for you.” Thor told him.
“Or, you could do the talking for you.” Pepper suggested.
“No. I’m gonna go with Thors idea.” Peter decided.
“Huzzah!” Thor raised his arms in triumph.
“Huzzah? How come sometimes you soudn completly normal and sometimes you sound like a World of Warcraft character?” Peter asked him.
“I’m not familiar with this World of Warcraft. But if I had fought in it, I would’ve won.” Thor smiled proudly.
“Thanks for the advice guys. I know what im gonna do.”
The next day, the plan was in action. Peter found some red silk sheets from a box in Tony’s room labeled “my bachelor era” and put them on his bed. He doused himself with a cologne he borrowed from Bruce before taking off his shirt and rubbing baby oil all over his chest, leaving him in just his black boxers. He looked at himself in the mirror and flexed his muscles.
“Perfect.” He decided. Now it was time to lure you in, just like Thor told him.
“FRIDAY, play Careless Whisper. George Michael.” Peter requested.
“Playing Careless Whisper.” FRIDAY said and the song began to blast from the speakers.
“Thank you. Now dim the lights.”
“Dimming, sir.” FRIDAY complied.
“Time to lure.” Peter smiled wickedly. He pulled out his phone and tried to text you but his fingers were too slippery from the baby oil.
“Damn it. FRIDAY, text Y/n stark and tell her to meet me in my room. And say it’s urgent.”
“Texting Tony and Y/n Stark.” FRIDAY, replied, but the music was too loud for Peter to hear it.
“The trap is set. Now we wait.” Peter excitedly rubbed his hands together and turned around. It wasn’t long before he heard his door opening behind him.
“Peter? Are you in here?” He heard your voice and slowly turned around.
“Well hello - TONY?! I mean, Mr. Stark? What, uh, what are you doing here?” Peter laugh nervously and covered his crotch with his hands. You looked at his piled up body and boxers and slapped both hands over your mouth to stifle your laugh. Once you realized what song was playing, you had to turn around so your dad didn’t see you losing it.
“What am I doing here? What are you doing here? Are you covered in sunblock?” Tony asked him.
“No. It’s baby oil.” Peter sheepishly admitted.
“Was that supposed to make this less weird?” Tony asked out of the corner of his mouth.
“Why is he here?” Peter whined and looked at you.
“You texted both of us and said it was urgent. I thought you fell im the shower again.” You explained as you struggled to make eye contact because of how distracting his shiny abs were.
“Again? Peter, can’t you stick to walls? How did you fall in the shower?” Tony wondered.
“I slipped, okay? I’m only human. And a little bit spider.” Peter mumbled.
“Wait a second.” Tony held up a finger when he took in his surroundings.
“Sexy music.” Tony gasped and pointed to the speaker.
“Candles.” He gasped louder and pointed to the candles.
“Baby oil.” He gasped even louder and pointed to Peter. He then walked over to Peter’s dresser and let out the loudest gasp of all.
“Pack of extra small condoms?” He gasped and put his hand over his heart. He then looked at Peter with the rage of a thousand men. Peter looked at you, who looked like a mixture of surprise, embarrassment, and fondness.
“Um, it’s not what it looks like?” Peter said weakly. Tony threw the box of condoms at him and it stuck to Peters oiled chest.
“I knew it! You derelict. You ne’re-do-well. You scallawag. You were gonna try to sex my daughter, weren’t you?”
“Can that word be used in that way?” You wondered out loud.
“No. It’s not a verb. Your form was incorrect.” Peter told Tony, immediately regretting it.
“How’s this for form?” Tony asked and raised both his fists as if he was about to mollywhop Peter. You quickly stepped between them and held up a hand.
“Dad. Stop. You’re not gonna fight Peter. You’re obviously misreading things. There’s no way he brought me in here for that. Right, Peter?”
“Uhhh….” Peter trailed off and smiled weakly. Your jaw dropped for a second, but then you looked really pleased. Tony saw the look on your face and let out a loud, elongated groan.
“Goodbye. If you’ll excuse me, I have to go rinse my eyes out with drain cleaner.” Tony stared at you both in disgust as he walked out.
“Dad. You’re embarrassing me.” You whined.
“FRIDAY, add baby oil to the shopping list. Somebody used it all.” Tony called out as he left the room.
Once you were alone, you and Peter looked at each other and laughed in embarrassment.
“Did you really do all this for me?” You asked and rubbed his oiled up shoulder.
“I did. And it was incredibly stupid. I’m sorry.”
“Why did you do it then?”
“Because I wanted our first time to be special. You deserve special.” Peter sighed. You pouted and wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer.
“Aw, Peter.”
“I know. It was dumb.” He sighed.
“It wasn’t dumb. I think it was really sweet.” You assured him. “Just executed in a kind of terrifying way. The song is so loud that it’s rattling my bones and you look like uncooked chicken.”
“Yeah. This was Thors idea.” Peter laughed in embarrassment and looked down at his shiny body.
“Well it’s not the worst sight in the world.” You shrugged and ran your fingertips down his chest. Peter gulped and looked at you, feeling that electricity return.
“FRIDAY, stop playing the song.” You called out without ever taking your eyes off Peter. He got the hint and shot a web at the door to shut it before going to blow out the candles.
“Wait.” You held out your hand, stopping Peter.
“Leave the candles.” You told him.
“Okay. But why?”
“Well, it’s our first time, isn’t it?” You smiled coyly. “It should be special.”
Peter liked where your head was at but couldn’t go through with it without telling you the whole truth.
“They’re M&M scented candles that I stole from Morgans playroom.” He admitted. You stared at him for a long time before nodding your head.
“Peter?”
“Yeah?”
“Stop talking before I change my mind, okay?”
“Okay.” He nodded excitedly and pulled you into a kiss. You kissed him back and felt the same electricity that was coursing through his veins. Peter laid you down on his bed without breaking the kiss and you felt the red silk sheets he had put on under your skin.
“These sheets are a nice touch.” You flirted in between kisses.
“Only the best for you, baby. I took them from your dad.”
With the mention of your father, you immediately pushed Peter off and felt your entire body cringe. He had once again successfully ruined the moment.
“That’s it. I’m done.” You held uo your hands in defeat and left his room.
“Wait!” Peter called after you. “I cleaned them! I swear!”
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I love your tom Holland x daughter imagine, could you please do another where y/n throws a tantrum and like starts hitting everyone and then hurting herself? And Tom calms her down? X
Tantrums || Tom holland x daughter
I’m backkk, sorry I took a bit of a break due to my mental health. I just needed to have a break from writing and try to sort myself out. But i’m back again writing, enjoy :) <3 P.s this is such bad writing and it’s short.
Also there’s something wrong with my master list can anyone help?
Summary: Toms daughter, Y/n, throws a very bad tantrum and started to throw things and hurt everyone. Then when Tom walks in he sees her trying to hurt her self so he takes her away to calm her down and speak to his daughter.
Y/n could come very angry easily, the most littlest things could stress her out and she could become angry. Of course she was still only young, at the age of 5. She was still learning right from wrong. Most of the times Toms mother, Nikki was with Y/n when he was away, so she took care of the little holland even during her bad times. Tom had been there too, he’s seen her fits and has always calmed her down.
However, recently y/n has been becoming a bit too violent when she becomes angry or distraught. Toms brothers were always the ones to become the target of the little girls attacks. Why? No one could tell, maybe because they reminded her of her dad. She really missed him a lot.
The holland brothers (minus Tom), were sitting in the living room one day. Them all messing around playing with y/n who seemed to be enjoying their company. When suddenly Harry’s phone started to ring, him picking it up as everyone became quiet as his answered his phone.
“Oh, hey Tom. You alright, mate?” Harry spoke, the girls head perking up at the sound of her dads name. “Daddy?” She said, only to be shushed by Paddy as Harry was talking to Tom. Y/n sent him a glare, not knowing why her dad was calling her uncle.
“Alright, yeah. Nah she’s just playing with her toys. Yes, she’s had lunch.” Harry chuckled at his brothers worried questions.
The truth was is that Tom was nearly home. He was in fact in Harrison’s car, his best friend who had picked him up from the airport. Tom normally wanted to talk to his daughter, but he wanted to surprise her in person to hear her voice and see her beautiful cute face.
“Daddy!” Was shouted from the phone as y/n sat next to Harry, doing grabby hands so she could speak to Tom. “Pleaseee” she asked nicely, trying not to lose her cool.
Harry shook his head saying his goodbyes to his oldest brother, trying not to give the surprise away. “See you in a few weeks, Tom, bye” He ended the call, placing his phone on the side.
Y/n looked at her uncle angry, she had asked him nicely to speak to her dad. She got off the couch going to Harry’s phone and taking it. “Hey, y/n, give me the phone please” He asked putting his hand out.
“No! I wanted to speak to daddy” She whined, stomping her feet loudly.
“Sweetheart, he’s busy he’s at work” That nick name was the name her dad would call her too, so it sent something to the 5 year olds brain.
“I DONT CARE! Call him” Y/n threw the phone at Harry, demanding to speak to her dad.
“Y/n we don’t throw things” Sam raised his voice, they were all used to this. Y/n always got mad and threw things, she didn’t mean to of course, but she never really learnt from her mistakes.
The girls eyes welled with tears, it had been two whole days since she’s heard his voice. The voice that she loved the most. The voice that would read her a book till she fell asleep. That voice was Toms. “Let me speak to him!” She screamed.
Paddy sighed, walking out of the room knowing a tantrum was due to break out. Normally the boys try to deal with it, but instead he went to get his mum. When Nikki walked in minutes later, she saw y/n about to throw one of her dolls at Sam.
“Y/n, honey. We don’t throw things-“ Just as she said that the girl threw the doll at Sam, it missing and hitting the wall behind him. Sam did say something to set her off.
Sam grabbed the little girls hands as she punched him, trying to calm her down as she screamed and cried. “Hey, hey. Come on you know your not allowed to hit people” He tried to soothe her down but that didn’t work.
Nikki walked over, placing a hand on the small back of y/n’s. Touch was the thing she didn’t need from them right now. Y/n turned around and slapped Nikki’s hand off her, it becoming a surprise to them all. Y/n loved her Nan the most, she would never hit her or get mad. Normally she would love her touch and run into her arms.
“Y/n you need to calm down” Nikki said softly, the girl walking away from them a little as she kicked another toy that laid on the floor. That’s when y/n brought her right hand to her face, slapping it harshly. Nikki gasped, not liking the way she slapped her face.
No one heard the front door open, or the call that Tom shouted to tell everyone he was here. What he expected was his little girl to come running along happily, not to hear loud cried from the living room. He placed his bags down, Harrison trailing behind him.
Then he saw his daughter, she was slapping herself and he flinches at every time she done it. Nikki was crouched down trying to stop the sobbing girl, but it was no use.
“Hey, hey” Tom ran into the room, his brothers and mother relived that he was finally hear. Nikki backed away, letting her oldest son step in to soothe his daughter.
“Go away!” Y/n shouted, delivering another slap to her face, again. Toms eyes softened, him grabbing her hands slowly, rubbing them soothingly.
“It’s daddy, i’m right here, sweetheart” Her eyes open instantly, there he appeared. The face she hadn’t seen in what felt like forever for her. It had been nearly two whole months without feeling his comfort.
“Daddy?” She cried as she fell into his body, hugging him tightly.
“Yes, it’s me” Tom tried not to cry, he didn’t like it when she became like this all sad and angry. Tom picked her small body up, her face still crying in his neck. He looked over to his family, smiling gratefully at them, the boys nodding for him to take her somewhere more quiet.
Walking up the stairs, he played with y/n’s hair hearing her cries go to tiny sniffles. He went into his room, closing the door behind him. Sitting on the bed he went to move the girl but she only held onto him tighter. “No!” She whined.
“I’m here, i’m not gonna leave” He laid onto his made bed, laying her on his chest so she can hear his heart beat. After ten minutes y/n had calmed down, she looked up at Tom who was jet lagged.
“I’m sorry, daddy” She sat up a little onto his chest, “I didn’t mean to hurt uncle harry or sammy” Y/n honestly told him.
“I know, baby. But you can’t hit people, not your family who love you so much. And you most definitely shouldn’t hurt yourself” He wiped away the last tears that fell, cradling her face that she leaned into.
“I just missed you, and Harry wouldn’t let me twlk to you” She sighed, Toms heart breaking.
“It’s okay. It’s done and over with, we just move on from it. That was my fault, I told your uncles that I wanted to surprise you. I love you so much okay, so so much” He brought her back into a hug, kissing her head.
“I love you too, daddy”
“Wanna go apologise to the others? I’ve also got you a present” That made her eyes widen, excited to see what he had got her, but also to say sorry to her family.
“YES! Yess!”
This is shit.
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Biting you || Tom holland
Warnings: Heavy smut, make outs and kisses, sex, reader riding Tom…that’s all really just sex. 18+
Summary: Tom wants you to stop reading your book and pay attention to him. A bite to the ass and you’ve got his full attention to help his needs.
You were laying on the couch reading a book, snuggled up opposite wise with your boyfriend, Tom. Last you checked he had been dozing on and off while watching tv, you could always tell when he was asleep versus when he was awake because he always wanted your undivided attention while conscious.
From playing with your feet whining, to peppering kisses on your face, to block out the book while he plays with your hair. Whatever he could possibly do to get your attention.
A light kick on your arm told you he was awake. “Sweetheart….come on. Put the book down please and let's go out to eat.” Tom whined like a 5 year old.
“Tommy, just let me finish this last chapter, it’s getting interesting. I have to know what happens to her, okay, go get a snack or something. I brought your favourite snacks earlier” You give him one glance, smiling before looking back to your book.
You then feel Tom get up from the couch. Soon he was back, standing next to the couch without you noticing him. That’s when you feel his hands starting to rub and massage your back. Tom slowly started at your shoulders, moving downward softly, removing the tension through your hips.
“mhm, that feels absolutely amazing, baby. I love whatever your doing to my muscles and I won’t complain if you continue, but i’m still finishing this chapter, okay?”
Without a reply, Tom just continued massaging your muscles, confusing you that he still carried on whilst you read your book. You were almost done with the chapter, finding out the shocking plot twist of the book. Every time Tom reached a certain spot on your skin, you moaned out with pleasure at the feeling.
In this chapter the main character had just found out that- There was a sharp pain coming from your ass, pulling you away from your book as you turned to your boyfriend who was grinning. “Did you just bite my ass?” You asked .
“Maybe.” Tom was crawling up your body to your mouth, the book still under your head from when you flipped over in shock.
“Thomas Stanley Holland just because your bored and want my attention does not mean you literally have to bite my ass” His face was right in front of yours, his whole body laying along you.
"But I really wanted to," he says, while slowly pressing his lips against your skin in small pecks, approaching your lips. "I like the way your ass feels, and I needed a way to get your nose out of that book so I could do this." Slowly, his lips touched yours. Just to the left of completely centre. They moved gently against your skin, his lips not leaving your skin as he moved them away to continue kissing your jawline.
Now you realised that your boyfriend was just horny. Tom always wants your attention, but this time he is just craving you. You moved your face down and to the side to catch his lips in another kiss. His hands moving to hold your face, which you love. Tom always was soft with you, whether that was in bed or not. Whenever you was he always treated you like a princess.
He kept kissing you guiding your lips together, and as he nibbled on your bottom lip, his hand found its way to your ass. Tom squeezing it like he always does.
“Mmmpm,” You sighed. Maybe he wasn't always so gentle and soft with you, but it never felt bad, in fact, quite the opposite.
“I think you enjoyed me biting you.” Tom said with a smirk, pulling away from your mouth.
“No I don’t, not at all baby”
“Not at all, huh.” Tom replied with a cheeky grin. “Guess I'll just stop doing it then.”
Your hands reached out to him before he could move too far away from you. "No, no, no. Keep doing it. Please, no." You ended with a small whimper, your voice almost whining. You pressed up against him even more. His body was close to you, on top of you.
The warmth of him radiated off on you, he always made you feel safe. Toms fingers traced your tank top, teasing you. “Mmm, Princess I thought you had to finish your chapter of your amazing book?” He asked, fingers going under your top lifting it up a little. You shook your head no, desperate for him to touch you.
You pulled on his hair, pulling him in for another heated kiss. Feeling him pressed into your body, your hands move down to trace his shirt, lifting it over his head. Tom smirked, lifting your tank top off throwing it somewhere on the floor.
“I-Fuck feels so good” You moaned as he sucked on your neck, your fingers playing with the waistband of his boxers. That’s when he shifted off you, suddenly, pulling you with him.
You whined when he started to take of his jeans, missing the feeling of his skin on yours. Bitting your lip, you watch the jeans fall down as he kicks them away. He was just in his boxers now, his whole body on display with his bulge showing through his boxers.
“Like what you see, baby?” He teased with a smirk, you nodding instantly. Then you realised that you still had your shorts on, you stood up next to him, hurriedly taking off your bottoms and laced panties.
Toms eyes traced your whole naked body, he loved your curves. The way your breasts were free, your nipples hard. He sat back down on the couch, practically drawling over your body.
“Like what you see, baby?” You mocked his words he used on your before. Tom didn’t say anything but pulled you onto his lap, his hands going to the sides of your waist. Now you were straddling his lap naked, whilst he just had his boxers on.
Against your wet and bare core you could feel his barely covered cock, making you feel even more aroused. You felt hot, your heart beating faster, you couldn’t help but grind yourself onto his erection. Tom used his hands on your hips to guide your movements, moans escaping both your mouths.
You felt close, it felt amazing. “Fuck, Tommy.” Moaning into his neck that your head was tucked into. Desperately moving over his clothes cock, you wanted more. “Please, baby. Fuck me” Whining whilst your hands go to his shoulders to rock your hips faster into his.
Tom grunted a moan, hands going to his waistband of his boxers. He tapped your thigh lightly, still realising that you was still pressed against him. “Up, baby girl”
Lifting yourself up a little, you watch as he takes his boxers off, his rock hard dick hitting his stomach. You almost moaned at the sight of the pre cum around the base of it. Toms hands went back to your waist, pushing you back into the place you was before. But this time he was bare, his dick pressing in between your folds.
You both whine at the same time, Toms lips pressing against yours again. Both tongues hitting together into a messy kiss. You grabbed his cock, him moaning in response, you waisted no time in moving his tip into your entrance. Being on top of him completely meant that you could easily and quickly sink down onto him.
“Fuck! Ahhh. Your so tight” Tom grunted into your ear as his cock made you feel full. Sowly, you began moving up and down. Feeling every part of him. Tom closed his eyes, loving the pleasure of you inside him. You both shared another kiss as he started to thrust into you.
“Harder” You breathed out with a huff, feeling yourself getting closer.
He then thrusted into you at a faster and harder pace, moans filling the room. You clench around his dick, his own breathing becoming louder as you knew he was close to his orgasm.
“Do that again-fuck” Tom moaned as you clenched around him again, your hands going to pull at the his curls.
“I’m g-gonnna…cum” You almost scream feeling your walls about to burst.
“I’m right behind you, cum for me, pretty girl”
A loud moan filled the living room. You were gripping Tom as tight as possible, keeping your movements as you came. It felt like heaven. You didn’t stop moving your hips as Tom rocked his hips harder into you. He called out your name one last time before he painted your walls with his seed. Both of you were a moaning mess, both riding each other through your highs.
Toms cock was still inside you when you fell and laid on top of him. “Fuck, that was amazing” Tom breathed out once he caught his breath. He instantly looked down to you, seeing a smile on your face. “You okay?” His softer side came out, he always asked after sex with you.
“Yeah, yeah. Fuck, that was…wow. You okay?” You smiled at him, him still deep inside you. He nodded his head, kissing your lips. You whine against them, feeling him still inside you, you were sensitive.
Tom chuckled, placing one last peck to your lips, “I love you” He moved your hair from your face.
“I love you more” You smiled at him. He really was special.
“Come on, let’s go in a nice relaxing bath” He pulled out of you, slowly, picking you up bridal style walking to the bathroom.
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Biting you || Tom holland
Warnings: Heavy smut, make outs and kisses, sex, reader riding Tom…that’s all really just sex. 18+
Summary: Tom wants you to stop reading your book and pay attention to him. A bite to the ass and you’ve got his full attention to help his needs.
You were laying on the couch reading a book, snuggled up opposite wise with your boyfriend, Tom. Last you checked he had been dozing on and off while watching tv, you could always tell when he was asleep versus when he was awake because he always wanted your undivided attention while conscious.
From playing with your feet whining, to peppering kisses on your face, to block out the book while he plays with your hair. Whatever he could possibly do to get your attention.
A light kick on your arm told you he was awake. “Sweetheart….come on. Put the book down please and let's go out to eat.” Tom whined like a 5 year old.
“Tommy, just let me finish this last chapter, it’s getting interesting. I have to know what happens to her, okay, go get a snack or something. I brought your favourite snacks earlier” You give him one glance, smiling before looking back to your book.
You then feel Tom get up from the couch. Soon he was back, standing next to the couch without you noticing him. That’s when you feel his hands starting to rub and massage your back. Tom slowly started at your shoulders, moving downward softly, removing the tension through your hips.
“mhm, that feels absolutely amazing, baby. I love whatever your doing to my muscles and I won’t complain if you continue, but i’m still finishing this chapter, okay?”
Without a reply, Tom just continued massaging your muscles, confusing you that he still carried on whilst you read your book. You were almost done with the chapter, finding out the shocking plot twist of the book. Every time Tom reached a certain spot on your skin, you moaned out with pleasure at the feeling.
In this chapter the main character had just found out that- There was a sharp pain coming from your ass, pulling you away from your book as you turned to your boyfriend who was grinning. “Did you just bite my ass?” You asked .
“Maybe.” Tom was crawling up your body to your mouth, the book still under your head from when you flipped over in shock.
“Thomas Stanley Holland just because your bored and want my attention does not mean you literally have to bite my ass” His face was right in front of yours, his whole body laying along you.
"But I really wanted to," he says, while slowly pressing his lips against your skin in small pecks, approaching your lips. "I like the way your ass feels, and I needed a way to get your nose out of that book so I could do this." Slowly, his lips touched yours. Just to the left of completely centre. They moved gently against your skin, his lips not leaving your skin as he moved them away to continue kissing your jawline.
Now you realised that your boyfriend was just horny. Tom always wants your attention, but this time he is just craving you. You moved your face down and to the side to catch his lips in another kiss. His hands moving to hold your face, which you love. Tom always was soft with you, whether that was in bed or not. Whenever you was he always treated you like a princess.
He kept kissing you guiding your lips together, and as he nibbled on your bottom lip, his hand found its way to your ass. Tom squeezing it like he always does.
“Mmmpm,” You sighed. Maybe he wasn't always so gentle and soft with you, but it never felt bad, in fact, quite the opposite.
“I think you enjoyed me biting you.” Tom said with a smirk, pulling away from your mouth.
“No I don’t, not at all baby”
“Not at all, huh.” Tom replied with a cheeky grin. “Guess I'll just stop doing it then.”
Your hands reached out to him before he could move too far away from you. "No, no, no. Keep doing it. Please, no." You ended with a small whimper, your voice almost whining. You pressed up against him even more. His body was close to you, on top of you.
The warmth of him radiated off on you, he always made you feel safe. Toms fingers traced your tank top, teasing you. “Mmm, Princess I thought you had to finish your chapter of your amazing book?” He asked, fingers going under your top lifting it up a little. You shook your head no, desperate for him to touch you.
You pulled on his hair, pulling him in for another heated kiss. Feeling him pressed into your body, your hands move down to trace his shirt, lifting it over his head. Tom smirked, lifting your tank top off throwing it somewhere on the floor.
“I-Fuck feels so good” You moaned as he sucked on your neck, your fingers playing with the waistband of his boxers. That’s when he shifted off you, suddenly, pulling you with him.
You whined when he started to take of his jeans, missing the feeling of his skin on yours. Bitting your lip, you watch the jeans fall down as he kicks them away. He was just in his boxers now, his whole body on display with his bulge showing through his boxers.
“Like what you see, baby?” He teased with a smirk, you nodding instantly. Then you realised that you still had your shorts on, you stood up next to him, hurriedly taking off your bottoms and laced panties.
Toms eyes traced your whole naked body, he loved your curves. The way your breasts were free, your nipples hard. He sat back down on the couch, practically drawling over your body.
“Like what you see, baby?” You mocked his words he used on your before. Tom didn’t say anything but pulled you onto his lap, his hands going to the sides of your waist. Now you were straddling his lap naked, whilst he just had his boxers on.
Against your wet and bare core you could feel his barely covered cock, making you feel even more aroused. You felt hot, your heart beating faster, you couldn’t help but grind yourself onto his erection. Tom used his hands on your hips to guide your movements, moans escaping both your mouths.
You felt close, it felt amazing. “Fuck, Tommy.” Moaning into his neck that your head was tucked into. Desperately moving over his clothes cock, you wanted more. “Please, baby. Fuck me” Whining whilst your hands go to his shoulders to rock your hips faster into his.
Tom grunted a moan, hands going to his waistband of his boxers. He tapped your thigh lightly, still realising that you was still pressed against him. “Up, baby girl”
Lifting yourself up a little, you watch as he takes his boxers off, his rock hard dick hitting his stomach. You almost moaned at the sight of the pre cum around the base of it. Toms hands went back to your waist, pushing you back into the place you was before. But this time he was bare, his dick pressing in between your folds.
You both whine at the same time, Toms lips pressing against yours again. Both tongues hitting together into a messy kiss. You grabbed his cock, him moaning in response, you waisted no time in moving his tip into your entrance. Being on top of him completely meant that you could easily and quickly sink down onto him.
“Fuck! Ahhh. Your so tight” Tom grunted into your ear as his cock made you feel full. Sowly, you began moving up and down. Feeling every part of him. Tom closed his eyes, loving the pleasure of you inside him. You both shared another kiss as he started to thrust into you.
“Harder” You breathed out with a huff, feeling yourself getting closer.
He then thrusted into you at a faster and harder pace, moans filling the room. You clench around his dick, his own breathing becoming louder as you knew he was close to his orgasm.
“Do that again-fuck” Tom moaned as you clenched around him again, your hands going to pull at the his curls.
“I’m g-gonnna…cum” You almost scream feeling your walls about to burst.
“I’m right behind you, cum for me, pretty girl”
A loud moan filled the living room. You were gripping Tom as tight as possible, keeping your movements as you came. It felt like heaven. You didn’t stop moving your hips as Tom rocked his hips harder into you. He called out your name one last time before he painted your walls with his seed. Both of you were a moaning mess, both riding each other through your highs.
Toms cock was still inside you when you fell and laid on top of him. “Fuck, that was amazing” Tom breathed out once he caught his breath. He instantly looked down to you, seeing a smile on your face. “You okay?” His softer side came out, he always asked after sex with you.
“Yeah, yeah. Fuck, that was…wow. You okay?” You smiled at him, him still deep inside you. He nodded his head, kissing your lips. You whine against them, feeling him still inside you, you were sensitive.
Tom chuckled, placing one last peck to your lips, “I love you” He moved your hair from your face.
“I love you more” You smiled at him. He really was special.
“Come on, let’s go in a nice relaxing bath” He pulled out of you, slowly, picking you up bridal style walking to the bathroom.
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Funny blurb of toms daughter walking in being like “daddy what’s sex?” and she thinks it’s a game and says she wants to do it. (Age 5) Tom Holland x daughter.
The birds and the bees || Tom holland x daughter.
All of the Holland brothers are gathered outside, sitting on the chairs, chatting away about random things. Beers in their hands, as they spend quality time together. There at there family house where they grew up in. Today they decided to all chill by the pool, it having been a hot day in Kingston.
Tom had just recently returned from filming, spider-man no way home. He missed his family a lot, especially his five year old daughter, Y/N. He did see her sometimes when he was away, but he was always busy. FaceTime calls were the only way he could really speak to her. He made sure to try call his parents or his brothers to speak to her before she had to go to bed.
Today Y/n wanted to spend time all together with her dads family, by the pool. They all played games in the water, laughs filling the garden as they ate and drank what Nikki and Sam had prepared for the day. Now the boys are sipping their beers, tired from a full day in the sun.
Nikki had suggested to run y/n a bath and get her into her new comfy pyjamas, so Tom could spend time with his siblings. It was dark now, but still wasn’t too cold outside. Harry was telling his brothers of how he met a girl he had recently been talking to.
“Yeah, man, I met her in the club we went to for Sam’s birthday.” Harry explained to them.
“Did you have sex with her?” Sam asked, not noticing the five year old, who had just got into her fresh pyjamas, holding her favourite teddy in her hand.
Before Harry could reply, Y/n walked over to the boys, looking at her dad. “Hey, princess” Tom smiles at his little girl, moving over in his seat so she could cuddle into him.
“Daddy, what’s sex?”
The question took them all by surprise, mostly Tom. No one realised that she was listening in the conversation. It took Tom by surprise as he didn’t know what to say. He didn’t think his five year old daughter would be asking him about sex, well not at this age.
Of course she would find out eventually, but he didn’t want to have this conversation with her at this day or age. “uhhh, wait, what did you say?” Tom asked her, wanting to make sure he heard her right.
He placed down his beer on the table, sitting up more to hear her. “What’s sex? I heard uncle Sam ask Uncle Harry if he did it” Y/n proudly smiles, not thinking anything of it.
“Well, Sex.” Tom was lost for words, he looked over to his brothers for any sort of help.
Then Harry speaks up, “I-it’s a game” the rest of the boys nodding, hoping that she won’t ask anymore about it.
“I wanna play. Daddy, Can I have sex?” The five year old asks, trying to use her big smile when she wants something.
“No, no. You can’t have sex…yet, anyways.” Tom told her, freaking out over what his daughter had just asked him.
Nikki and Dom then walk into the garden, Tessa trailing behind them. “But I wanna have sex now! Pleaseee, I just wanna play it.” Y/n stomped her feet, Nikki and Dom’s head snapping to the girl after hearing what just came out of their granddaughters mouth.
“Can I play it with someone at school?” She asked, still confused to why she couldn’t play what she thought what was a game.
Sam chocked on his beer, “Darling, you can’t play it, it’s not a game” He told his niece.
Y/n’s face pulled into a frown as she looked at Tom. “Your uncles right, sex isn’t a game, baby. And don’t ever ask someone to do it either. Not at school, no where.” He grabbed her arms softly, pulling the girl closer to him as he spoke.
“What is it then?” She asked curiously.
“The birds and the bees” Paddy said, Y/n looking at him even more confused.
Tom thought for a minute, thinking how he was going to describe it to a five year old. “So you know when two people love each other?” He asked and y/n nods.
“Like nanny and grandad?”
Tom cringed at the use of example she used, “Let’s maybe use another example…you know Uncle Harrison and auntie Grace?”
“Yes” Y/n smiled knowing them.
“Anyways, when two people love each other they have these feelings. And these feelings are all a big bundle of love. Sex leads into that as that makes..well, babies.” He smiled at the little girl.
Y/n nodded, “So that’s how I was made?” she questioned.
“Yes, that’s how you was made. Babies are made by sex, but it’s about love. Babies happen through love and feelings. Then when someone is pregnant they carry that baby that’s full of it all.” Tom picks the girl up, putting her in his lap.
“So i’m just filled with love?”
Tom nodded, “Yes, you are. A big bundle of love, and that’s why you can’t have sex. As adults can only do that” he tells her.
“When can I?”
“Well when your in love, and you can not do that until your like 30. And then you will learn more things about it, but for now just think of it as love. Understand, baby girl?” He asked as she crawls out of his lap, teddy still in her hand as she smiles.
“Yes! Thank you, daddy.” Y/n smiles then adverts her attention to Harry. “So your in love and have sex?” She asks her uncle.
Harry just nods not knowing what to say except from, “Let’s just not use the word sex anymore, okay?” he chuckles at his niece as she runs up and hugs him.
Tom then let’a out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, happy the conversation was over with. “You handled that well, Tom” His dad pats his shoulder, his mum smiling agreeing with him.
After a minute of silence, Tom checks the time seeing that it was past the five year olds bed time. “Right, time for bed, baby” He stands up, going to pick y/n up.
“Wait, daddy” She tells him, going over to Harry, everyone confused when she lifts up his shirt and kisses his belly. “Goodnight little baby of love” Y/n smiles, extending her arms for Tom to pick her up.
Everyone laughs, “What do you mean?” Harry says, confused.
Tom picks up y/n, her resting on his hip. “Uncle Harry is pregnant” She smiles, placing a kiss on her dads cheek.
“What?!”
I don’t like this.
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Funny blurb of toms daughter walking in being like “daddy what’s sex?” and she thinks it’s a game and says she wants to do it. (Age 5) Tom Holland x daughter.
The birds and the bees || Tom holland x daughter.
All of the Holland brothers are gathered outside, sitting on the chairs, chatting away about random things. Beers in their hands, as they spend quality time together. There at there family house where they grew up in. Today they decided to all chill by the pool, it having been a hot day in Kingston.
Tom had just recently returned from filming, spider-man no way home. He missed his family a lot, especially his five year old daughter, Y/N. He did see her sometimes when he was away, but he was always busy. FaceTime calls were the only way he could really speak to her. He made sure to try call his parents or his brothers to speak to her before she had to go to bed.
Today Y/n wanted to spend time all together with her dads family, by the pool. They all played games in the water, laughs filling the garden as they ate and drank what Nikki and Sam had prepared for the day. Now the boys are sipping their beers, tired from a full day in the sun.
Nikki had suggested to run y/n a bath and get her into her new comfy pyjamas, so Tom could spend time with his siblings. It was dark now, but still wasn’t too cold outside. Harry was telling his brothers of how he met a girl he had recently been talking to.
“Yeah, man, I met her in the club we went to for Sam’s birthday.” Harry explained to them.
“Did you have sex with her?” Sam asked, not noticing the five year old, who had just got into her fresh pyjamas, holding her favourite teddy in her hand.
Before Harry could reply, Y/n walked over to the boys, looking at her dad. “Hey, princess” Tom smiles at his little girl, moving over in his seat so she could cuddle into him.
“Daddy, what’s sex?”
The question took them all by surprise, mostly Tom. No one realised that she was listening in the conversation. It took Tom by surprise as he didn’t know what to say. He didn’t think his five year old daughter would be asking him about sex, well not at this age.
Of course she would find out eventually, but he didn’t want to have this conversation with her at this day or age. “uhhh, wait, what did you say?” Tom asked her, wanting to make sure he heard her right.
He placed down his beer on the table, sitting up more to hear her. “What’s sex? I heard uncle Sam ask Uncle Harry if he did it” Y/n proudly smiles, not thinking anything of it.
“Well, Sex.” Tom was lost for words, he looked over to his brothers for any sort of help.
Then Harry speaks up, “I-it’s a game” the rest of the boys nodding, hoping that she won’t ask anymore about it.
“I wanna play. Daddy, Can I have sex?” The five year old asks, trying to use her big smile when she wants something.
“No, no. You can’t have sex…yet, anyways.” Tom told her, freaking out over what his daughter had just asked him.
Nikki and Dom then walk into the garden, Tessa trailing behind them. “But I wanna have sex now! Pleaseee, I just wanna play it.” Y/n stomped her feet, Nikki and Dom’s head snapping to the girl after hearing what just came out of their granddaughters mouth.
“Can I play it with someone at school?” She asked, still confused to why she couldn’t play what she thought what was a game.
Sam chocked on his beer, “Darling, you can’t play it, it’s not a game” He told his niece.
Y/n’s face pulled into a frown as she looked at Tom. “Your uncles right, sex isn’t a game, baby. And don’t ever ask someone to do it either. Not at school, no where.” He grabbed her arms softly, pulling the girl closer to him as he spoke.
“What is it then?” She asked curiously.
“The birds and the bees” Paddy said, Y/n looking at him even more confused.
Tom thought for a minute, thinking how he was going to describe it to a five year old. “So you know when two people love each other?” He asked and y/n nods.
“Like nanny and grandad?”
Tom cringed at the use of example she used, “Let’s maybe use another example…you know Uncle Harrison and auntie Grace?”
“Yes” Y/n smiled knowing them.
“Anyways, when two people love each other they have these feelings. And these feelings are all a big bundle of love. Sex leads into that as that makes..well, babies.” He smiled at the little girl.
Y/n nodded, “So that’s how I was made?” she questioned.
“Yes, that’s how you was made. Babies are made by sex, but it’s about love. Babies happen through love and feelings. Then when someone is pregnant they carry that baby that’s full of it all.” Tom picks the girl up, putting her in his lap.
“So i’m just filled with love?”
Tom nodded, “Yes, you are. A big bundle of love, and that’s why you can’t have sex. As adults can only do that” he tells her.
“When can I?”
“Well when your in love, and you can not do that until your like 30. And then you will learn more things about it, but for now just think of it as love. Understand, baby girl?” He asked as she crawls out of his lap, teddy still in her hand as she smiles.
“Yes! Thank you, daddy.” Y/n smiles then adverts her attention to Harry. “So your in love and have sex?” She asks her uncle.
Harry just nods not knowing what to say except from, “Let’s just not use the word sex anymore, okay?” he chuckles at his niece as she runs up and hugs him.
Tom then let’a out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, happy the conversation was over with. “You handled that well, Tom” His dad pats his shoulder, his mum smiling agreeing with him.
After a minute of silence, Tom checks the time seeing that it was past the five year olds bed time. “Right, time for bed, baby” He stands up, going to pick y/n up.
“Wait, daddy” She tells him, going over to Harry, everyone confused when she lifts up his shirt and kisses his belly. “Goodnight little baby of love” Y/n smiles, extending her arms for Tom to pick her up.
Everyone laughs, “What do you mean?” Harry says, confused.
Tom picks up y/n, her resting on his hip. “Uncle Harry is pregnant” She smiles, placing a kiss on her dads cheek.
“What?!”
I don’t like this.
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I loved your “we gotta go” imagine when the reader pranked Tom. I was wondering if you could do the “starting an argument then flashing my boyfriend prank”. Thank you love your work xxx
Flashing || Tom Holland
Summary: You do the ‘Starting an argument, then flashing my boyfriend’ prank on your lovely and stressed boyfriend, Tom.
I haven’t proof read this, so sorry if there’s mistakes.
You and your boyfriend always had an on going prank war. Even before you started dating, you both pranked each other here and there, making sure t record one another’s reactions. You both started off as being roommates, just you and him. At first you just walked passed each other, not wanting to get to know one another, not even trying to make a small conversation, with a ‘hi’ or ‘how are you?’.
But one day you both just clicked. Then you wouldn’t ever leave each others sides. Where ever Tom was, you was. Well except for when he went off filming, sometimes you went with him, however other times you had to work as well. At first you and Tom were blind, you both denied your love for each other. Until one rainy day, when you missed his company, missed annoying him every morning, you told him.
And that’s what brings you here today. 2 years you have been dating, and you have known him for 5 years. Living with Tom has its perks, you were always with him when he was in Kingston and you always had his dog Tessa.
“Hey guys, I hope your all doing well. I don’t know why, but everyone has been asking for me to do videos of me starting an argument with Tommy then doing something random. A few weeks ago Tom had done a prank on me, however that back fired.” You chuckle, holding the camera in your right hand, looking through the lens. It’s true sometimes the pranks could go so wrong, but then they could go right.
Last time Tom pranked you and it back fired on him, it was really funny. “Today I’m going to be starting an argument with Tom and then flashing him. He’s currently on a meeting call, and today i’ve been acting moody. So he was like “why you being moody today?”
“I have to make sure that i’m not in the frame and that you can see his clear reaction to me flashing him. I don’t know what to argue about, i’ll have to think of something.” You pause the camera, walking into the kitchen to set it up on the counter. You hid it by a plant pot, hoping your super hot boyfriend won’t see it.
You threw some more dirty dishes into the sink, it being the only thing you could think of to make a stupid argument. The camera is rolling now, you place a finger on your lips, signing that Tom was coming.
“Tom are you gonna help me?—You said you do the dishes and you didn’t do them.” You call out, rattling the dishes as you hear his tired foot steps.
“Oh my goshhh! Im so stressed. Can I get a hug? I need love..” He tiredly smiles, Tom loved physical touch when he was stressed, you always calmed him.
Tom walked over to you, extending his arms out for you to fall into. You move away from him turning off the tap, his arms falling with a frown on his face. “No can you just do the dishes”
“Can I get no love?” He chuckles, thinking your messing around. You sigh, giving him a quick hug, patting his back like he was a friend. “There’s your hug, now do the dishes.”
Tom kissed your bare shoulder, “I’ve been in meetings all day, i’ve missed you” holding onto you still as you pull away.
“Okay now do the dishes” Now this makes Tom confused, his eyebrows raising up as he looks into the sink. “There’s three dishes, babe” He tells you placing a hand on your waist, all he wanted to do is get love from his beautiful girlfriend.
“Okay but why do I always have to do your dishes?!” You snap a little, trying to sound annoyed.
“I told you i’m stressed out, and this is how you’re gonna treat me?” He still spoke in a soft tone, gesturing to the dirty dishes in the sink. “I’ll do them”
“Okay then do them”
“I’ve been on a meeting since 7 a.m. How’s I supposed to do them?” Tom chuckles, running his hands through his loose curls. “Well you could’ve woke up earlier to do-“
“Earlier baby girl-“ He laughs, looking at you.
“I’m just frustrated, because last night you literally said don’t worry about them i’ll get them. You lied, you said you would do them” That part was true, you didn’t mind though.
“Most of these are from breakfast, and when would I have time to clean them” He quickly bends down to stroke Tessa’s head, finding her as a way to calm him down.
“No that one is from last night, when you literally had cereal.” You pointed at the bowl, fixing your straps of your tank top.
Tom puts his hands on your shoulders, helping you fix them. Ahh you were so lucky, it’s all the small things he does. “I’ll clean them, baby..” He gently shakes your body, hoping that you will at least be less moody if he jokes around to make you laugh.
“Okay! Don’t touch me” You pull his arms off, looking into his chocolate brown eyes.
“Are you serious?”
“No, i’m just irritated.”
Then he moves to where another dirty pan was left on the stove, picking it up. “Thank you for cooking for me. I said thanks like four times, I said i’ll clean the dishes.” Tom puts the pan into the sink turning on the tap, getting ready to clean the dishes even though he’s tired and stressed.
“Okay but why do I always have to ask you?” You try to raise your voice, continuing the argument even though you felt so bad for your sweet and loving boyfriend.
“I didn’t have any other time to do ‘em babe. I’ve been on meetings” He started to clean the pan, squirting the washing up liquid onto the sponge.
He’s still looking at you, “Well if you had time to eat then you had time to do the dishes, Tommy. And you could’ve done some of the ones last night, babe.”
Then he puts everything down, starting to grow even more stressed by how you was treating him over dishes. “I was eating on my meeting, y/n. Are you serious?” He said, pulling a face when you told him again that he could’ve ‘woken up earlier’.
“You’ve seen me on my like….What are you talking about? You literally know I had zero time to do anything” Tom still didn’t raise his voice, not wanting the argument to get worse. Now was the time that you decided that you had to flash him.
Walking away you say, “It’s just the fact that you don’t care, and you leave your stuff everywhere. I spent twenty minutes cleaning up everything” You made sure you was out of the cameras view.
“I left a bowl out last night, i’m sorry, baby. What else can I say, I didn’t mean to.” He sighed turning the tap back on, fully done with the argument you had started.
“You leave everything everywhere, you leave your keys on the counter, you leave your wallet-“
“Why are you acting physco about it? Like I’m sorry that I leave some things in certain places, maybe it’s because im stressed. Like I understand when your stressed, i’m always here for you, i’m never like this” Tom keeps his eyes on the dishes, focusing on cleaning the pan and placing it on the rack when he’s done, moving onto the next dish.
“But like, it not being clean stresses me out to” Your hands slowly go to the bottom of your tank top, him not noticing yet. The camera couldn’t see you either, all they could see was Tom and then him trying to spray you with a laugh.
“Will you smile? Come give me-“ Tom looks back up ready to finish his sentence, the camera seeing his facial expression change. You lifted your tank top all the way up, not having worn a bra so he could see your boobs bare.
Tom smiles cheekily, “What the fuck?” He laughs, dropping the spoon in his hand, it landing back into the sink. “What you doing?” He smirks a laugh, turning of the tap walking over to you as you pull your top back down.
“Nothing” You innocently say, moving back into the cameras view.
“Why you doing that? Baby!” He whines.
“Are you still mad at me?” You try hold in your laugh, a smile falling from your lips.
“I’m not mad at you, you’re mad at me. So that’s how your gonna fix an argument, your just gonna flash me?” He’s still laughing as he cups your cheeks, pressing both your foreheads together.
“You think boobs can fix everything, because they can” You wrap your arms around his neck as he picks you up a little, laughing.
“Yeah?” You smirk.
“Yes”
“Okay” You peck his lips, his hands going to your waist as he looks at your cleavage from your top.
“why you being mean?”
“I’m not being mean” You told him, pulling away.
“You are, i’m gonna do the dishes” He told you.
“So why ain’t you doing them now?”
Then he gave you a ‘are you serious right now?’ look, “Because you just flashed me your tits babe.” He gave your clothed boobs a squeeze, slapping your ass as you went to walk away saying ‘and, and what about it?’
“You want me to do the dishes-“ You flash him again. “Stop, how am I meant to do them when your doing that. Okay, what do you want. I’m confused” He took a step towards you thinking you wanted to do something.
“No, I want you to do the dishes” You laugh from behind the camera.
“Oh my goshhhhh” He drags the word out. “Babe, i’m stressed and I don’t have a lot of time. So it’s either I do the dishes or we do something better”
“I want you to do the dishes quickly, then we can do something better as soon as your done” You tease him, knowing he will grow frustrated after.
Tom grabbed your waist, pushing your body into his. You could already feel his hard on, he was really turned on by you just flashing him? “But there’s a bigger problem now, baby girl” Tom told you with a smirk, placing a sweet kiss to your lips.
“Well do the dishes” You push yourself into him, hearing him grunt as you walk back behind the camera, flashing him again.
“Y/n, that’s not fair. That’s like me showing you my dick, then saying no do the dishes. Baby, come on. First you was mean, now your killing me here” He picked up the dirty spoon again, you finally having enough of the prank. You felt too bad, you wanted to end this and show your boyfriend some love.
You grab his hands, dropping the spoon from it, and pulling him in for a sweet kiss. His hands go around your waist again, swaying you both side to side. “it’s a prank, love. I’m playing with you, I wanted to start an argument then flash you. The cameras there- I’m sorry. You don’t have to do them, i’ll wash them up later” You peck his lips, seeing him feel relieved that it was all a joke.
“So your really not mad at me?” He questioned.
“No, i’m not”
A smirk played on his lips as an idea popped into his head, “So does that mean I can see your tits again………,in the bedroom?”
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I loved your “we gotta go” imagine when the reader pranked Tom. I was wondering if you could do the “starting an argument then flashing my boyfriend prank”. Thank you love your work xxx
Flashing || Tom Holland
Summary: You do the ‘Starting an argument, then flashing my boyfriend’ prank on your lovely and stressed boyfriend, Tom.
I haven’t proof read this, so sorry if there’s mistakes.
You and your boyfriend always had an on going prank war. Even before you started dating, you both pranked each other here and there, making sure t record one another’s reactions. You both started off as being roommates, just you and him. At first you just walked passed each other, not wanting to get to know one another, not even trying to make a small conversation, with a ‘hi’ or ‘how are you?’.
But one day you both just clicked. Then you wouldn’t ever leave each others sides. Where ever Tom was, you was. Well except for when he went off filming, sometimes you went with him, however other times you had to work as well. At first you and Tom were blind, you both denied your love for each other. Until one rainy day, when you missed his company, missed annoying him every morning, you told him.
And that’s what brings you here today. 2 years you have been dating, and you have known him for 5 years. Living with Tom has its perks, you were always with him when he was in Kingston and you always had his dog Tessa.
“Hey guys, I hope your all doing well. I don’t know why, but everyone has been asking for me to do videos of me starting an argument with Tommy then doing something random. A few weeks ago Tom had done a prank on me, however that back fired.” You chuckle, holding the camera in your right hand, looking through the lens. It’s true sometimes the pranks could go so wrong, but then they could go right.
Last time Tom pranked you and it back fired on him, it was really funny. “Today I’m going to be starting an argument with Tom and then flashing him. He’s currently on a meeting call, and today i’ve been acting moody. So he was like “why you being moody today?”
“I have to make sure that i’m not in the frame and that you can see his clear reaction to me flashing him. I don’t know what to argue about, i’ll have to think of something.” You pause the camera, walking into the kitchen to set it up on the counter. You hid it by a plant pot, hoping your super hot boyfriend won’t see it.
You threw some more dirty dishes into the sink, it being the only thing you could think of to make a stupid argument. The camera is rolling now, you place a finger on your lips, signing that Tom was coming.
“Tom are you gonna help me?—You said you do the dishes and you didn’t do them.” You call out, rattling the dishes as you hear his tired foot steps.
“Oh my goshhh! Im so stressed. Can I get a hug? I need love..” He tiredly smiles, Tom loved physical touch when he was stressed, you always calmed him.
Tom walked over to you, extending his arms out for you to fall into. You move away from him turning off the tap, his arms falling with a frown on his face. “No can you just do the dishes”
“Can I get no love?” He chuckles, thinking your messing around. You sigh, giving him a quick hug, patting his back like he was a friend. “There’s your hug, now do the dishes.”
Tom kissed your bare shoulder, “I’ve been in meetings all day, i’ve missed you” holding onto you still as you pull away.
“Okay now do the dishes” Now this makes Tom confused, his eyebrows raising up as he looks into the sink. “There’s three dishes, babe” He tells you placing a hand on your waist, all he wanted to do is get love from his beautiful girlfriend.
“Okay but why do I always have to do your dishes?!” You snap a little, trying to sound annoyed.
“I told you i’m stressed out, and this is how you’re gonna treat me?” He still spoke in a soft tone, gesturing to the dirty dishes in the sink. “I’ll do them”
“Okay then do them”
“I’ve been on a meeting since 7 a.m. How’s I supposed to do them?” Tom chuckles, running his hands through his loose curls. “Well you could’ve woke up earlier to do-“
“Earlier baby girl-“ He laughs, looking at you.
“I’m just frustrated, because last night you literally said don’t worry about them i’ll get them. You lied, you said you would do them” That part was true, you didn’t mind though.
“Most of these are from breakfast, and when would I have time to clean them” He quickly bends down to stroke Tessa’s head, finding her as a way to calm him down.
“No that one is from last night, when you literally had cereal.” You pointed at the bowl, fixing your straps of your tank top.
Tom puts his hands on your shoulders, helping you fix them. Ahh you were so lucky, it’s all the small things he does. “I’ll clean them, baby..” He gently shakes your body, hoping that you will at least be less moody if he jokes around to make you laugh.
“Okay! Don’t touch me” You pull his arms off, looking into his chocolate brown eyes.
“Are you serious?”
“No, i’m just irritated.”
Then he moves to where another dirty pan was left on the stove, picking it up. “Thank you for cooking for me. I said thanks like four times, I said i’ll clean the dishes.” Tom puts the pan into the sink turning on the tap, getting ready to clean the dishes even though he’s tired and stressed.
“Okay but why do I always have to ask you?” You try to raise your voice, continuing the argument even though you felt so bad for your sweet and loving boyfriend.
“I didn’t have any other time to do ‘em babe. I’ve been on meetings” He started to clean the pan, squirting the washing up liquid onto the sponge.
He’s still looking at you, “Well if you had time to eat then you had time to do the dishes, Tommy. And you could’ve done some of the ones last night, babe.”
Then he puts everything down, starting to grow even more stressed by how you was treating him over dishes. “I was eating on my meeting, y/n. Are you serious?” He said, pulling a face when you told him again that he could’ve ‘woken up earlier’.
“You’ve seen me on my like….What are you talking about? You literally know I had zero time to do anything” Tom still didn’t raise his voice, not wanting the argument to get worse. Now was the time that you decided that you had to flash him.
Walking away you say, “It’s just the fact that you don’t care, and you leave your stuff everywhere. I spent twenty minutes cleaning up everything” You made sure you was out of the cameras view.
“I left a bowl out last night, i’m sorry, baby. What else can I say, I didn’t mean to.” He sighed turning the tap back on, fully done with the argument you had started.
“You leave everything everywhere, you leave your keys on the counter, you leave your wallet-“
“Why are you acting physco about it? Like I’m sorry that I leave some things in certain places, maybe it’s because im stressed. Like I understand when your stressed, i’m always here for you, i’m never like this” Tom keeps his eyes on the dishes, focusing on cleaning the pan and placing it on the rack when he’s done, moving onto the next dish.
“But like, it not being clean stresses me out to” Your hands slowly go to the bottom of your tank top, him not noticing yet. The camera couldn’t see you either, all they could see was Tom and then him trying to spray you with a laugh.
“Will you smile? Come give me-“ Tom looks back up ready to finish his sentence, the camera seeing his facial expression change. You lifted your tank top all the way up, not having worn a bra so he could see your boobs bare.
Tom smiles cheekily, “What the fuck?” He laughs, dropping the spoon in his hand, it landing back into the sink. “What you doing?” He smirks a laugh, turning of the tap walking over to you as you pull your top back down.
“Nothing” You innocently say, moving back into the cameras view.
“Why you doing that? Baby!” He whines.
“Are you still mad at me?” You try hold in your laugh, a smile falling from your lips.
“I’m not mad at you, you’re mad at me. So that’s how your gonna fix an argument, your just gonna flash me?” He’s still laughing as he cups your cheeks, pressing both your foreheads together.
“You think boobs can fix everything, because they can” You wrap your arms around his neck as he picks you up a little, laughing.
“Yeah?” You smirk.
“Yes”
“Okay” You peck his lips, his hands going to your waist as he looks at your cleavage from your top.
“why you being mean?”
“I’m not being mean” You told him, pulling away.
“You are, i’m gonna do the dishes” He told you.
“So why ain’t you doing them now?”
Then he gave you a ‘are you serious right now?’ look, “Because you just flashed me your tits babe.” He gave your clothed boobs a squeeze, slapping your ass as you went to walk away saying ‘and, and what about it?’
“You want me to do the dishes-“ You flash him again. “Stop, how am I meant to do them when your doing that. Okay, what do you want. I’m confused” He took a step towards you thinking you wanted to do something.
“No, I want you to do the dishes” You laugh from behind the camera.
“Oh my goshhhhh” He drags the word out. “Babe, i’m stressed and I don’t have a lot of time. So it’s either I do the dishes or we do something better”
“I want you to do the dishes quickly, then we can do something better as soon as your done” You tease him, knowing he will grow frustrated after.
Tom grabbed your waist, pushing your body into his. You could already feel his hard on, he was really turned on by you just flashing him? “But there’s a bigger problem now, baby girl” Tom told you with a smirk, placing a sweet kiss to your lips.
“Well do the dishes” You push yourself into him, hearing him grunt as you walk back behind the camera, flashing him again.
“Y/n, that’s not fair. That’s like me showing you my dick, then saying no do the dishes. Baby, come on. First you was mean, now your killing me here” He picked up the dirty spoon again, you finally having enough of the prank. You felt too bad, you wanted to end this and show your boyfriend some love.
You grab his hands, dropping the spoon from it, and pulling him in for a sweet kiss. His hands go around your waist again, swaying you both side to side. “it’s a prank, love. I’m playing with you, I wanted to start an argument then flash you. The cameras there- I’m sorry. You don’t have to do them, i’ll wash them up later” You peck his lips, seeing him feel relieved that it was all a joke.
“So your really not mad at me?” He questioned.
“No, i’m not”
A smirk played on his lips as an idea popped into his head, “So does that mean I can see your tits again………,in the bedroom?”
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Maybe can you please please please do reader having to deal with ppl only wanting to be her friends to see Tom. Thank you if you do it
Not always what it seems
Pairing: Holland!Sister
Warning: fluff
Age: 14
Summary: The Holland reader finally finds a friend at school that she can connect with. However everything comes crumbling down when that friend isn’t who she seems.
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You hated school. You were in year 10 and still hadn’t made any friends. It wasn’t entirely your fault. It wasn’t that you were so insufferable that no one could possibly be friends with you. It was more that no one could be trusted. In year 8 your best friend at the time decided to tell everyone that Tom was your brother. Of course everyone wanted to be friends with you then. No friendship felt real after that.
“Y/N, your late” your tutor said with a frown.
“Sorry, there was a lot of traffic” you lied, the truth was you had just slept in.
“Make sure to be on time tomorrow or you will get a detention!” She said returning to whatever she does at her desk every morning.
Here we go you thought, another six hours of pure hell and loneliness. You couldn’t wait.
“Oh I forgot to say we have a new student joining her name is cara” your form tutor says as a shortish girl with blond hair walks in
Unfortunately for you she ended up sitting on your row. The only row with empty chairs.
“Oh hey, I’m cara” she said shyly.
“Cool, I’m Y/N” you say not even making eye contact, looking at your timetable.
“Oh cool we’re in the same classes, maybe we could go together!” She says getting her timetable out showing that they match up.
The thing is she was nice, everything that you could ask for in a friend. But you couldn’t trust her. Not with the tract record of friends you’ve had over the years.
“Yeah sure” you said not really engaging in the conversation
The bell finally rang and you and cara walked to first period. At least it was art and you could distract yourself with your painting.
“So what kind of music do you like?”
You didn’t want to be rude but you also didn’t really want to make friends. You’d given up to be quite honest.
“Oh pretty much anything, I’m quite diverse with my music” you say carrying on with your art piece
“Oh same I love everything!” Cara says getting her phone out sneakily under the table and putting her headphones in
without thinking she gives one to you. You awkwardly put the headphone in, not wanting to draw attention to your self. To your surprise it was actually one of your favourite songs. One that you would assume no one liked because it wasn’t popular on the radio.
“I love this song!” You smile.
Maybe you finally found a friend. A real friend. From then on you and Cara would meet every break and lunch and discuss all the weird thoughts that would pop up in your heads. Music. Boys. You know all the normal teenager stuff. She was different from everyone else you could feel it.
“Can we go to yours tonight?” Cara asks out of the blue
“Oh yeah sure I don’t think anyone will be in, my older brother is away right now so we will actually have the house to ourselves” you say smiling
“Oh actually I think I have dance tonight, maybe another time” Cara says almost as if she was disappointed with your answer.
Maybe she actually did have dance and forgot. Cara wasn’t like the others. She wouldn’t only hang out with you because of Tom. She’s not like that. Well at least you thought.
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It was lunchtime and you could finally sit down and ask Cara your plan for tonight.
“Okay I was thinking you could come round today and we could watch that new movie that came out last week on Netflix!” You say excited
“Oh yeah that sound cool, will your brothers be there?” She asks
“My younger brothers out but my older brothers are in?” You say a little confused why that would be relevant.
“Il see you outside maths then, after school!” Cars says running off to her next class
You had a lot of doubts about cars coming over. That maybe just because of your past experience but you still felt like something was wrong. Why did she ask about your brothers?. You brushed it off and headed to the bathroom before class. You could hear a few girls talking but didn’t mind as you normally just went in the end cubicle.
“I can’t believe I’m going to meet the Tom Holland tonight��� you overheard one girl talking you couldn’t really hear who it was as the voices were muffled.
“As if you just became friends with “Y/N because of her brother, that’s low even for you” another girl laughed.
You had now realised the girl who had been talking was in fact your best friend Cara and a group of year 10s. Some of which were in your class.
“Well you know how much I like Tom, I would go through all lengths to meet him” she says touching up her makeup.
You felt sick. You can’t believe you had been tricked again. You felt used. Crying however wasn’t exactly an option, especially when you were in last period and Cara was in your class. You quickly wiped a tear and hurried to class. Before you know it Cara walks in with the girls from the toilet and sits in the seat next to you
“I can’t wait to meet- I mean see the film tonight” she says stumbling on her words
“Oh yeah well my mum called and you can’t come sorry” you say rather abruptly
“W-what, but you said!” She says getting a little annoyed
“Well I’m busy” you say bluntly
“Well is tom picking you up, il walk out with you” she says trying to change the subject
“No he’s not, and you never walk out with me, you get a bus. You know what Cara this isn’t working I don’t want to be friends with you anymore!” You say holding back tears.
“Well I wasn’t even friends with you on the first place, I only talked to you to get close to Tom” she says laughing looking over at the other girls.
The bell finally went and you could go home. You just wanted to go to bed. Try and forgot about the betrayal you had just witnessed.
“Hey, how was school!” Tom said turning to look at you from the couch.
You didn’t want Tom to see you cry so you hurried up the stairs as quickly as possible. I don’t think it worked as you could see he had a concerned look on his face. As soon as you burst through your door the floods of tears started. Why you, why can’t anyone just be friends with you because of YOU instead of your brother. The thoughts were so loud in your head you didn’t hear Tom walk in.
“Hey school was that bad ay” he says trying to lighten the mood but failing miserably
“Why do you have to be you, it’s so annoying oyjng”
“Woah I’m really that bad of a brother, geez il leave” he says getting up a bit taken back by your comment
“Nooo, I mean famous” you say slamming your face in your pillow
“Hey Y/N/N what’s happened” he says rubbing his hand up and down your back.
“Cara only wanted to be friends with me so she could meet you” you cry embarrassed you fell for the same trick again.
Tom sighed and came sat next to on the bed. You later your head on his chest a little. You always found it comforting.
“Look, I know it feels like the worst right now but it’s only making you stronger, I don’t know how many times people have come up to me pretending to be my friend but only want to meet me because I’m Spiderman” Tom says
You never thought about it like that
“Really” you say feeling sorry for your brother knowing he has gone through the same horrible feelings as you
“Unfortunately yes, that’s what comes with the job. You never know who’s real or fake. The important thing is you still have family. I’m always here Y/N and so is Sam paddy and Harry. We’re never going to leave I can promise you that” he says giving me a hug
“I take it back, it’s cool being related to Spider-Man” you say smiling
“Really, why’s that” Tom says bsck
“Because you get free tickets to all the marvel movies” you laugh turning in the tv
“You little shit” he laughs ruffling your hair
You might not have any friends but at least you have family.
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Could you do a jj x daughter!reader, where they are all eating with the pogues. No one realises her at first, but the toddler starts choking on her food. Sarah is first to notice, asking the girl if she’s okay, making JJ go into protective dad mode. They realise she’s choking and she’s panicking so he helps her to get it out?
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"All right, there ya go, baby." JJ puts the burger and fries in front of his three year old. He puts her juice down before going over to where his food. "Remember to chew." He tells her and she nods while eating a fry.
The pogues are all talking while they eat, Kie and John B throwing fries at each other for a bit.
Sarah finishes laughing at something Kie said and looks down to grab a few fries. When looking up, she spots the scared look on Y/N's face, the girl trying to cough.
"Y/N? Hey, sweetie, you okay?" Sarah asks. The question gets everybody's attention and the girl shakes her head.
"Y/N? Baby, what's wrong?" JJ asks, rushing over. Y/N attempts to talk, but just struggles to choke. "Wait, are-- are you choking?" Y/N nods, tears streaming down her face.
"Shit." John B mutters.
"Okay, hey, hey." JJ moves behind her. "I got you. I got ya." He wraps his arms around her, pressing a fist against her abdomen and puts his other hand on his fist. He quickly presses down, repeating the process until the piece of food flies out, landing onto the ground.
Y/N violently coughs while JJ turns her around. He cups her face, brushing some of her hair back.
"Hey. Hey, you okay? You breathe now?" JJ asks and Y/N nods while still coughing.
"I-- I thought I chewed it enough." She sniffles.
"No, no, hey, it's okay, baby. It was an accident. Accidents happen. You're okay." JJ comforts, pulling her into a hug. "I got you. Don't worry."
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My Pain Fits In The Palm Of Your Freezing Hand
Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader
Pairing: when Peter learns you have healing powers, he starts faking injuries to come see you until he gets seriously hurt
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While on a mission with Tony, Peter went to swing on a web when it broke and sent him flailing the ground.
“Ow. My butt.” Peter whined when he fell right on his tailbone.
“See, that’s exactly why I don’t swing on webs I made myself. Too risky.” Tony clicked his tongue.
“They’ve never betrayed me like this before.” Peter wheezed and rolled back and forth in an attempt to assuage his pain.
“Yeah. You definitely look like you have nerve damage.” Tony sighed as he looked at Peter.
“Mr. Stark.” Peter groaned. “My butt feels like someone just did a banging drum solo on it. I’m seriously injured.”
“And I’m seriously over your attitude.” Tony replied. “You bruised your butt. Get over it.”
“I think it’s broken. Can you break your butt?” Peter gasped and looked at Tony in fear.
“Oh my God. Fine. Come with me.” Tony rolled his eyes before scooping Peter up bridal style. Peter found it a little strange but didn’t complaint. Tony carried him to the jet and they flew off together to tower.
Once they landed, Tony led Peter down a hallway to a room he had never been in before.
“What’s this room?” Peter looked at Tony to ask.
“This is my best kept secret. Ever wonder how we all heal so quickly?” Tony smiled smugly.
“Not really, no.”
“Oh.” Tony’s smile dropped. “Well, it’s her.”
“Her?” Peter asked as Tony pushed the door open. Peters eyes moved past Tony and landed on you. Standing in the room that looked like it was dressed for medical purposes was you in a lab coat over a navy blue dress. Peters breath immediately hitched in his throat when you gave him a wave.
“Peter, I’d like you to meet my daughter.” Tony said as he put an arm around you.
“You have a daughter? Like from doing sex and stuff?” Peter asked in disbelief.
“What can I say?” Tony shrugged. “I was a whore in my 20s. And 30s. And now.”
“And I’m the result of that whoring. Hi, I’m Y/n.” You said and reached out to shake Peters hand.
“I’m Peter.” Peter blushed as he shook your hand.
“So what hurts?”
“My…my ass.” Peter reluctantly admitted.
“Okay, great. Wait what?” Your smile dropped.
“My coccyx.” He said in a quiet voice.
“Your cocks sick?” You asked and looked at your dad in confusion.
“He fell really hard on his coccyx.” Tony explained. “Do you think you could work your magic?”
“I don’t see why not.” You said snd smiled at Peter.
“What magic? She’s magic?” Peter asked me looked at you incredulously.
“I’ll have you know my lovely daughter has the power to heal.” Tony said proudly.
“So you can heal my butt?” Peter asked hopefully.
“Hop up on my table.” You instructed and patted the medical table beside you. Peter looked at Tony for reassurance and he gave him the go ahead. He left the room as Peter hopped up onto the table and laid on his tummy.
“How does this work exactly?” Peter asked as he nervously looked over his shoulder at you.
“You’ll see. Can you show me where it hurts?” You asked him in a kind tone.
“Yeah. Right here.” Peter said and went to pay his tailbone. He ended up smacking his own butt, sending a loud clap through the silent room. You and Peter were silent for a minute as the sound bounced off the walls.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to smack it like that.” Peter mumbled quietly.
“It’s okay. But damn, that was a pretty loud smack. You got a lot of cake back here.” You chuckled as the shyness between you melted away.
“You mean that?” Peter looked over his shoulder with a pleased smile, making you laugh.
“I do. You could open a bakery with this thing. It’s phat with a “ph” at the front.” You replied, and it was Peters turn to laugh.
“You aren’t what I would expect Tony Starks daughter to be like.” He admitted.
“What were you expecting?”
“Have you seen Modern Family?”
“Of course.” You scoffed.
“I was expecting Alex Dunphy. Like, exactly her.”
“That’s fair. And to be honest, I wasn’t expecting the bug themed super-teen my dad won’t shut up about to be double cheeked up on a Thursday afternoon.” You said simply, making Peter laugh.
“Your dad won’t shut up about me?” He said in a swooning voice.
“Nope. I swear, he looked into legally adopting you at one point.”
“I wish he would. Then I’d get to live here instead of the shoebox I currently live in.”
“Yeah. My dad told me about it the first time he went to visit you. He told me the square footage and gagged a little.” You chuckled.
“Yep. That sounds like Tony.” Peter sighed and rested his chin on his hands.
“Well growing up here isn’t as amazing as it seems. There’s a million rooms and they’re almost always empty. It’s honestly pretty lonely here most of the time.” You told him, the playfulness in your voice gone. Peter peaked over his shoulder and saw that your smile had turned into a pensive look.
“I’m sorry.” He said quietly.
“I’m sorry too. Because I’m gonna need you to strip.”
“What?” Peters eyes widened.
“My powers can’t get through your suit. I’m guessing my dad made it and he tries to make these things as impenetrable as possible.” You explained as you put your hand over Peters tailbone to show him that nothing would happen. Peter looked at your hand before letting out a little chuckle.
“What?” You wondered.
“Penetrate.” He said then laughed again.
“Oh my God.” You playfully rolled your eyes. “Just take off your clothes. I’ll turn around.”
Peter got off your table and took his Spiderman suit off, leaving him in just his boxers. He took those off as well and told you he was done. You turned back around and your jaw dropped when you saw he was totally naked.
“DUDE!” You shrieked and covered your eyes with your hands.
“What?” Peter wondered.
“Why are your boxers off?!” You asked with your hands still over your eyes.
“You said strip!” Peter matched your volume out of instinct.
“Not all the way!” You exclaimed. “Why would you need to be completely naked for me to heal you?”
“I don’t know! I don’t know how your powers work!” Peter shouted back.
“Put them back on!”
“Okay! Sorry!”
Peter grabbed his boxers and pulled them back up while you peaked through your fingers to look at him. He looked up at you and you quickly covered your face back up before he could see that you were peaking. He caught you and smirked to himself but said nothing.
“Okay. I’m decent.” Peter told you. You uncovered your eyes and unapologetically stared at his body for a second before looking into his eyes.
“Good. Now get on the table, perv.” You said and tried to hide the blush you felt.
“I’m not a perv.” He whined. “You’re the first person who’s ever seen my penis. Literally the very first person ever.”
“You haven’t seen it?” You asked with genuine concern.
“Obviously I have. But other than myself or anyone who’s ever changed my diaper as a kid, you’re the first.” Peter said and climbed back on the table.
“Wow. I’m so honored.” You chuckled and rubbed your hands together.
“So how’s this gonna work?” Peter asked nervously and looked over his shoulder.
“I’m gonna put my hand on your butt. Which I was kinda worried about doing because I thought it would be awkward but then you whipped your dick out and I don’t see things getting anymore awkward than that.”
“That’s fair.” Peter nodded in agreement.
“You’re gonna feel warm, okay? That’s how you know it’s working.” You prepared him and placed your hand on his tailbone. Your touch brought forth and incandescent glow as your powers started to work. Your hand glowed a sunset orange that traveled up your forearm and spread into Peters back.
“Okay. Tell me when it -ahhhhhh.” Peter sighed in relief when he felt the warmth you were talking about. His pain instantly melted away and he felt like he was floating on a cloud.
“Does that feel good?” You asked softly, making all the blood rush to Peters face.
“So good.” He breathed out. “My butt is in butt heaven right now.”
“Been there.” You nodded. “I call it Beaven.”
“Thank you so much. That really was magic.” Peter said as he rolled over on the table. You smiled and held out your hand to help him sit up.
“Do you have anymore injuries I can help you with today?” You asked without letting go of his hand.
“How about my bruised ego?” He asked with an embarrassed smile.
“I’m not a miracle worker, Peter.” You said seriously before cracking a smile.
“Then no. You’ve done all you could do.”
“I’m glad I could help. I will hopefully be seeing you around.” You said as you stood between his legs and rested your hands on his thighs.
“I hope so.” He said quietly as he gaze dropped from your eyes to your lips. You instinctively started to lean in just as the door swung open.
“Hey you two. How did it - oh. Your pants are off. That was unexpected.” Tony stopped in his tracks when he saw how little clothing Peter had on.
“If you want to talk about unexpected-“
“He doesn’t.” Peter quickly cut you off. He hopped off your table and gave you one last look before going to Tony.
“Thank you again, honey.” Tony smiled at you, but your eyes were on Peter.
“Bye Peter.” You waved to him as your hand glowed.
“Bye.” Peter smiled shyly before being ushered out of the room by Tony.
“So what did you think of her? Pretty neat, huh?” Tony asked as he walked Peter to the front door.
“She’s incredible. Do you know if she has a-“
“Boyfriend?” Tony cut him off. “She doesn’t. And it’s not going to be you. That’s my kid, okay? And in a way, you are too, so it’s basically incest if you think about it. So do not even think about it.”
“I wasn’t.” Peter lied as he thought hard about it.
A couple weeks later, Peter was asked to come on another mission with Tony. It was handled quickly and Peter was left unscathed, but Tony didn’t need to know that. He’d been dying to see you again after the last time so he did what he had to do and faked an injury.
“Ow. I really hurt myself.” Peter pretended to whine and rubbed his shoulder.
“Aw. Sucks to suck.” Tony said without looking up from his phone. Peter rolled his eyes but was determined to get what he was after.
“Do you think your daughter could help me?” Peter asked and pretended he just thought it it.
“I guess so.” Tony shrugged. “FRIDAY, take us to the tower.”
Peter pumped his fist in celebration and Tony looked at him suspiciously.
“Ow.” Peter whined again and rubbed his completely fine shoulder.
“Wasn’t it your other shoulder?” Tony pointed out.
“They both hurt.” Peter quickly lied.
“Uh huh.” Tony said skeptically before going back to his phone. They landed at the tower in no time and peters heart raced and Tony led him to your room.
“Oh. Hello again.” You smiled when Tony and Peter walked into your room. “Are you gonna keep your pants on this time?”
“No promises.” Peter said and returned the smile.
“What?” Tony demanded. “You better kept your pants on. Make promises.”
“I promise I’ll keep my pants on.” Peter mumbled under his breath.
“Good. Thanks a mil, hon.” Tony kissed your cheek before leaving the room.
“You’re welcome daddy.” You called after him.
“Daddy?” Peter snorted and gave you a look.
“Shut up, orphan.” You shot back.
“Damn!” Peter let out a shocked laugh as you covered your mouth with your hand.
“I’m sorry. That came out so fast. I had no time to stop it.”
“How’d you even know about that?” Peter laughed and sat on your table.
“I asked my dad about you after we met.” You admitted. “And then I deep searched you on the internet. And Peter, I mean really deep.”
“How deep?” Peter raised an eyebrow.
“You know your comments on Porn Hub are visible to the public, right?” You asked, making all the color drain from his face.
“Oh no.” He whispered.
“Oh yes. But I think it’s cute you pointed out a plot hole in that one step mom video.” You told him with a smile.
“Oh my God.” He turned a deep red and covered his face with his hands. You found this cute and moved his hands away from his face to see him.
“Tell me what hurts.” You said in a soft voice. It was so gentle that Peter felt his chest explode with fondness for you.
“My shoulder.”
“Aw. Your shoulder?” You pouted sarcastically.
“Hey. It could be serious.” He playfully scolded you.
“Seriously pathetic.” You snorted. “Take off your suit.”
“You are just like your dad. And are you this mean to all your patients?” Peter asked as he pressed the center of his suit to let it slide off his body. You sucked in a sharp breath when you saw his body again but quickly looked away.
“Nope. Just you.”
“Should I be flattered or offended by that?” He asked you as you placed your hands on his shoulder.
“That’s up to you, pretty boy.” You said suavely as your hand lit up a golden orange. Peter didn’t get to see this last time since you worked on his back, so his eyes lit up with amazement when he saw your powers at work. Golden rays swirled under his skin as the familiar warm sensation engulfed his shoulder.
“How’s that feel?” You asked as you looked into his eyes.
“Really good.” He said softly and held your gaze. Your eyes lingered on gus for a minute until you regained your composure and took your hand away.
“All better?” You cleared your throat and asked.
“Yeah. Thanks.” Peter rolled his shoulder out and kept his eyes on your.
“Is there anything else I could do for you?” You asked and leaned your hands on either side of the table so that you were boxing him in.
“I don’t think so.” Peter gulped and looked at your lips again.
“Okay. Then I’ll see you next time you’re hurt.” You said but didn’t stop leaning over him.
“Is it weird I hope that happens soon?”
“Really weird, yeah.” You teased him.
“Good to know.” He smirked. “Thanks again.”
Peter returned less than a week later when he saw on Tony’s Instagram that he was away on vacation. Peter swung to the tower and snuck inside before finding your room.
“Back so soon?” You asked and leaned against the doorframe.
“You’ll never believe it. I got a paper cut.” Peter said and held up his finger.
“Oh no. You did?” You asked sarcastically.
“Yeah. It seems really deep too. Should I take my shirt off?” Peter asked as he walked into your room.
“Not this time, perv.” You chuckled and pushed him towards your table. He hopped up onto it and swung his legs as he watched your hands.
“Can I ask you something about your powers?”
“Go ahead.”
“Is it just your hands that can heal?” He wondered. You smiled a little and took his hand before taking his hand and bringing it to your lips. You kissed his fingertip and the golden rays he had grown so fond of a spread from your lips. He felt his cut heal while his face burned a bright red.
“Did that answer your question?” You asked as you looked at him through your eyelashes.
“I cut my pee pee too.” He whispered.
“Oh yeah? On what?” You humored him.
“Can opener.”
“A can opener?” You laughed in surprise. “What was that doing down there? A DIY circumcision?”
“It wasn’t. I just said the first thing that came into my head.” Peter admitted.
“That was very obvious to me but thanks.” You chuckled.
“Well do you think you could kiss it better?” He smiled teasingly.
“I’ll do you one better and snap it off. Then you’ll never have to worry about cutting it on a can opener again.”
“Is that your medically professional suggestion?” Peter asked in a serious tone. You laughed and shook your head at him, making him crack a smile.
“Don’t be fresh. I’ve seen your “pee pee” enough times for one lifetime.” You reminded him.
“Yeah. That moment has been haunting me since the day we met.”
“As does it haunt me. Now do you have anything else I can heal for you today?”
“Would you believe me if I said I had a cut on my lip?” Peter asked as his eyes dropped to your lips again. You smiled and started to lean in until your lips brushed against his as you spoke.
“Not a chance, lover boy.” You whispered and pushed his face away. Peter let out a disappointed groan while you laughed proudly.
“Fine. But I did have another question.”
“You can ask but you’re on thin ice.” You playfully warned him.
“Can you heal yourself?” He asked, making your smile drop. You stood between his legs and rested your hands on his chest before shaking your head.
“No. Isn’t that funny? The powers don’t work on myself.”
“So what do you do when you get hurt?”
“I suck it up. You should try it sometime.” You teased him.
“I’m not sure I know how. You’ll have to show me.” He joked as he brushed some hair off your forehead.
“I think I could manage that.” You smiled and played with the collar of his flannel. Peter watched your hands as his face flushed all the way to his ears.
“Y/n?” Peter asked softly.
“Yes?” You asked and slowly looked into his eyes.
“Maybe it’s just me, but I feel like we have something going here.” He said and gestured between the two of you.
“Do you now?” You raised an eyebrow.
“I feel like we did before I said something.” Peter continued, making you laugh. When your laughter died down, you kept your eyes down as you toyed with the buttons on his shirt.
“My dads your boss. So many things could go wrong.” You said quietly as your way of gently letting him down. Peter brought his hand to your face and used his pinky to tilt your chin up so you could look into his eyes.
“But so many things could go right.” He said with his eyes on your lips. You looked into his eyes and shook your head a little to show him you meant what you said.
“I promise that if you take a chance on me, we could be really good together.” Peter pleaded with you. As much as you wanted to give in, you knew you couldn’t cross this line.
“It’s like I told you. I can’t heal my heart if it breaks.” You said and took a step back from him. Peter nodded in disappointment but ultimately understood.
“But thank you for the offer.” You said to lighten the mood. Peter looked down at his healed finger and folded it into a fist before letting it go.
“No. Sure. Of course.” Peter didn’t look at you as he got off your table. He went to the door but stopped when he felt guilty for how he was acting. He turned to you and gave you a smile that showed he wasn’t angry.
“Thanks for healing me. I’ll see you next time.” He said sincerely before leaving the room.
You didn’t see or hear from Peter for the next few weeks. Your guilt had been eating away at you every day and you longed for the moment he’d walk through your door needed something to be healed. Finally, you got a text from your dad that he was on his way over with Peter. You put on some lipgloss and fixed your hair before setting up your medical table. Soon enough, you heard a knock at your door.
“This better not be another paper cut.” You said as you opened the door. Your eyes widened when you saw Tony carrying Peter while Peter clutched his stomach.
“It’s not. It’s really bad.” Tony said in a shaky voice as he laid Peter down on your table. Peters head slumped to the side and he could see that he had three deep scratches going across his entire chest.
“Oh my God. What happened?” You put your hand over your mouth when you saw Peters wounds.
“Giant lizard.” Tony told you.
“Giant lizard?! What?!”
“Don’t ask. Please just fix him.” Tony begged and you could see that he had started to cry.
“I will. But I can’t do it if you’re in here. You gotta go.” You said and Tony immediately left. You warmed up your hands and started to put them on Peter when he grabbed your wrist.
“Y/n.” Peter croaked out.
“I’m right here, Petey. I got you.” You told him and gripped his hand.
“It hurts really bad.” Peter said as tears slid down his bloody face.
“I know. I’m gonna heal you, okay? I promise.” You said and put your hand over his wound. Your hand started to glow but the wound was so deep that the bleeding didn’t stop.
“I don’t think it’s gonna work. I think I’m gonna die.” Peters voice cracked as he looked down at his wounds. You quickly tilted his chin up so he couldn’t see how badly he was hurt.
“You’re not gonna die, okay? I’m not gonna let that happen. Just let me heal you.” You said as your tear drops fell onto his face.
“If I die-“
“You won’t.” You cut him off.
“If I do.” Peter continued. “I have to tell you something.”
“What is it?” You asked and stroked his face with your free hand.
“I think…” Peter began but trailed off.
“Yes?” You urged as you leaned close to his face.
“I think your butt is big too.” He said in a weak voice.
“Oh my God.” You let go of his hand and let it drop into his chest.
“I wanted to tell you that the day we met. But I forgor.” Peter said before breaking down into a coughing fit.
“I’m not even gonna heal him. I’m gonna let him die.” You said, mostly to yourself.
Peter let out a strained laugh before passing out from the pain. You quickly moved your hands along his cuts until the bleeding eventually stopped. Once you had that under control, you pressed down firmly on his chest to spread your powers as deeply as you could. Finally, his wounds closed before your eyes. You pressed the center of his suit and tugged it off of him so that you could properly clean him up. Peter ended up waking up after you had put him in a fresh pair of scrubs that you kept in your room. When you saw his eyes flutter open, you rushed to his side.
“Hey, you healed me.” He said with a soft smile. You replied by swiftly smacking him across the face.
“That’s for dying.” You told him. You then leaned down and kissed his cheek.
“That’s for coming back.” You said. Peter slowly sat up as he never broke eye contact with you. After a beat of shocked silence, he spoke.
“What kind of Disney channel ass shit was that?” Peter asked with a disgusted face.
“Are you kidding me?” Your smile dropped.
“Are you? That was the corniest thing you could’ve possibly done. It’s giving “he’s right behind me, isn’t he?”. It’s giving “uh guys, you’re gonna want to see this.” It’s giving-“
“Okay. I get it. I’ll just never speak again then.” You cut him off and held up your hands in defense.
“Wait. Come back.” Peter chuckled and pulled your back towards him by your shirt. You rolled your eyes but looked him in the eyes to hear what he said to say.
“Can you heal a broken heart? Aha.” He asked you in a fake deep voice.
“I’m about to smack the fuck out of you.” You warned.
“Okay. But you have to promise to heal me after.” He teased. You couldn’t help but smile at his antics as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He looked into your eyes as he pressed his forehead against yours and wrapped his arms around your waist.
“Can we cut the bullshit and make out already?” He asked you, puppy dog eyes in full effect.
“And you think what I said was corny?” You laughed at him.
“And you think what I said was corny?” Peter mimicked you. “Shut up and kiss me.”
“Shut up and kiss-” You started to mimic him back when he pulled you into a kiss. You cupped his face with your hands as he pulled you into his lap to deepen the kiss. You were just getting into a groove when you heard the door open.
“Hey honey. Is Peter….” Tony trailed off as you and Peter quickly broke apart. You stepped back as Peter wiped your lipgloss off his mouth. Tony looked between the two of you for a long time as you all stood in uncomfortable silence.
“Honey, get your powers ready. Peters gonna need them.” Tony said and he cracked the knuckles on both his hands.
“But…but I just healed him.” You said quietly.
“You’re gonna have to heal him again.” Tony replied as he stretched his arms.
“Why?” You wondered and looked between Peter and your dad. Tony cracked his neck before staring Peter down.
“Because I’m about to beat the shit out of him.”
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A Peter Parker x reader where the reader and Peter are best friends and one day they are studying together and the reader is wanting to ask peter to cuddle. Then maybe it ends with them cuddling just a short cuteness one x
Cuddles || Peter parker
Summary: The reader and Peter have been best friends for so long and whenever each other is sad they use cuddles as something to help one another through tough times. Now y/n needs Peter during studying as she’s feeling down after a fight with her mother.
A/N: Thank you for the requests, i’m trying to finish everything in my inbox. Some of the requests I never got around to doing, but i’m starting to do them now. Still keep up all the request though! Also I have a wattpad account that you can all check out to see my stories. Wattpad = @JustTomHolland26
(Isn’t proof read, it’s nearly 2am so I apologise if this is bad. I’m going bed now, goodnight)
You and Peter have been best friends for most of your life’s. At the age of five you both had met each other. He was just a young boy who had just lost his parents, and his aunt knew he needed a friend. May was best friends with your mum at the time, you had met her a couple times before. You never knew she had a cute nephew around your age.The five year old was crying in his room, not having spoken to anyone for days not even his aunt. He missed his parents, them being around and now he was left empty and alone.
Well that was until you came along. A little girl with the exact same gap in her tooth as Peter. Your mother had asked you if you wanted to make a new friend, and you agreed straight away. You loved making new friends, you didn’t really have many at that age so you wanted to try make some with any opportunity you got.
May showed you to Peters room, you remember her knocking at the door telling Peter that ‘someone’s here for you’. You remember walking into his bedroom that was filled with star wars posters, legos and other toys. Peter sniffled at the edge of his bed, you closed the door walking closer to him.
“Hi, i’m y/n” You told him with your bright smile.
“Hi i-im peter” He finally looked at you, him smiling a little seeing that you was around his age.
“Hi Peter, w-why you crying?” Five year old asked him.
“My mummy and daddy have gone to heaven” He told you.
“I’m sorry, my daddy is in heaven too. Maybe they would meet” You smile, Peter smiling knowing that you know what it’s like to lose someone. “Do you wanna be friends?”
“Yes, please” Peter smiled as you sat on his bed.
“You know what helps me when i’m sad?” Y/n asked the five year old, hun muttering a ‘what?’
“Cuddles” She smiles pulling Peter into a big long hug, them lying on the bed eventually falling asleep. Both May and y/m/n walked in an hour later seeing the two cute five year olds asleep.
Present day
You walk up to the door of the apartment, knocking on the door. Seconds later the door opens, you walk into the house you are very familiar with. Going straight to the kitchen to get a drink. “Hello to you too y/n!” May calls putting her shoes on in a rush.
“Hey May! Just gonna raid your cupboards, don’t mind me” You told her, grabbing a snack and walking over to her. “Remember May, breathe you look beautiful. Happy is such a lucky man” You tell her, her thanking you and kissing your head.
She shut the door behind her as you made your way to Peters room. Today had been such a long day and all you wanted to do is chill out with your best friend. Lately you have been struggling with life, you had an argument with your mum earlier, it had been coming up to the anniversary of your dads death.It really took a tole on your mother more than you. He died when you was really young, at age of 4 you don’t understand certain things so you didn’t remember a lot about him.
You go to his door, not bothering to knock. Peter was sitting on his bed, books, pages and notes spread all over his bed. He looked up when he saw you, a soft smile planted on his lips. “Hey” He diverts his eyes back on his revision notes.
“Hey, what you doing?” You asked sitting on his bed where there was space.
“Studying for the math test on Monday” He told you, you rolled your eyes. It was Saturday night and he was revising for a test on Monday. You asked him earlier to hang out but he said he had things to do, you didn’t realise revising on a Saturday was his ‘thing to do’.
“Peter, it’s Saturday. You shouldn’t be revising on a Saturday when you could be doing better things, like hanging out with your best friend” You say, placing your glass of water on the side.
Peter chuckled at your comment tapping his pen on the paper, “How about you revise with me, you have this test too, you know?” His eyes locked with yours, uh how you could stare into them all day. “Maybe you will get a good mark and impress Mr Brown” Peter adds on and smirks at you.
“Ooo, maybe I should gotta impress that sexy man.”
“He probably has a wife and kids” Peter laughs.
You shrug your shoulders, “Must have a big dick-“ Peter pushes you a little making you look at him laughing. “Your disgusting, that man is like 50 odd”
“I’m just joking” You tell him honestly, picking up one of his note books to start revising. However you grew bored after an hour, your phone kept vibrating, your mother sending you messages. She has always been like this during this time, for about two weeks she will be an absolute bitch, then she will act like nothing happened.
You swipe through all the messages she sent you. She was apologising then telling you to come home then saying to not ever come back. You love your mum but she can be too much sometimes, and you wish your dad could be there. The notes were long forgotten, you just stare at the screen holding your tears back.
The one time you sniffle, Peters head snaps up. “You okay?” He asked concerned, you both haven’t spoken words to each other in a while, him being too concentrated on his work.
“Erm-yeah, yeah. No, I just got a runny nose.” You lie to him with a fake smile, wiping your nose. “Hey, can we chill and watch a movie?” You ask him.
“Maybe later, in like an hour” He said, focusing back on his work believing your lie but still worried. You sigh, your head falling back on his head board. He had been studying for hours now and all you wanted to do is cuddle, watch a movie and sleep.
“Please” You pleaded, hoping he would catch on that you needed him. “I just want to cuddle” You tell him, he instantly knew something was wrong. Ever since that day when you were both five, anytime one another was sad you would always ask to cuddle. Peter quickly gathered all his things together, you apologetically smiling at him as the tears fall. He put everything one his desk, getting under the covers as soon as you got under them.
Peter opened his arms, you falling into them instantly. “It’s okay, I got you” He cooed you as you cried into his arms. One of his hands rubs your back whilst the other plays with your hair. Peter kisses your head, saying the most kindest things to make you calm down.
“My mum and I had an argument. It’s getting to the anniversary again, for my dad. A-and I can’t take her anymore, I love her so much but I always get treated like shit-like-like it’s my fault or something” You sniffle into his arms, his heart breaking.
“Y/n, Hey, look at me…..please.” You lift your head up to look directly at him. “I promise you it’s not your fault, what happened to your dad is not your fault. I thought that first with my parents and Ben, however I can just about say that it’s not my fault. I couldn’t have stopped it, and I can confidently say your fathers death has nothing to do with you. No one knew he would get into a car crash.” Peter kissed your forehead, brushing your hair from your face.
“I just feel like no one loves me or cares” You admittedly told him.
“That’s not true. I care, May cares, Mj, Ned and all our friends do. And we all love you…maybe even Mr Brown might.” This made you laugh a little. “Your mum does too. It must be hard on her but that isn’t an excuse for her to treat you like that, but I know deep down inside she does. Why didn’t you tell me you felt like this?” He was truly upset that he only just found out how you was feeling, that you never came to him before.
You looked at him feeling safe in his arms, “I don’t know. I-I just don’t want to loose you, Pete” You hug him tighter.
“You will never loose me y/n, we are in this together forever. Just next time come to me, you need to tell me these things and I’ll be your shoulder to cry on. I’m always here to cuddle. I love cuddling with you” He told you, laying back down into a more comfortable position, him noticing your tired eyes as you try to fight back your sleep.
“Go sleep, angel” He whispers as your eyes start to shut. “Thank you, Petey” You kiss his cheek before letting sleep take over you.
“Don’t thank me, i’ll always be here for you. I’m in love with you y/n” Peter whispers before falling into a deep sleep himself, still cuddling and holding you close.
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A Peter Parker x reader where the reader and Peter are best friends and one day they are studying together and the reader is wanting to ask peter to cuddle. Then maybe it ends with them cuddling just a short cuteness one x
Cuddles || Peter parker
Summary: The reader and Peter have been best friends for so long and whenever each other is sad they use cuddles as something to help one another through tough times. Now y/n needs Peter during studying as she’s feeling down after a fight with her mother.
A/N: Thank you for the requests, i’m trying to finish everything in my inbox. Some of the requests I never got around to doing, but i’m starting to do them now. Still keep up all the request though! Also I have a wattpad account that you can all check out to see my stories. Wattpad = @JustTomHolland26
(Isn’t proof read, it’s nearly 2am so I apologise if this is bad. I’m going bed now, goodnight)
You and Peter have been best friends for most of your life’s. At the age of five you both had met each other. He was just a young boy who had just lost his parents, and his aunt knew he needed a friend. May was best friends with your mum at the time, you had met her a couple times before. You never knew she had a cute nephew around your age.The five year old was crying in his room, not having spoken to anyone for days not even his aunt. He missed his parents, them being around and now he was left empty and alone.
Well that was until you came along. A little girl with the exact same gap in her tooth as Peter. Your mother had asked you if you wanted to make a new friend, and you agreed straight away. You loved making new friends, you didn’t really have many at that age so you wanted to try make some with any opportunity you got.
May showed you to Peters room, you remember her knocking at the door telling Peter that ‘someone’s here for you’. You remember walking into his bedroom that was filled with star wars posters, legos and other toys. Peter sniffled at the edge of his bed, you closed the door walking closer to him.
“Hi, i’m y/n” You told him with your bright smile.
“Hi i-im peter” He finally looked at you, him smiling a little seeing that you was around his age.
“Hi Peter, w-why you crying?” Five year old asked him.
“My mummy and daddy have gone to heaven” He told you.
“I’m sorry, my daddy is in heaven too. Maybe they would meet” You smile, Peter smiling knowing that you know what it’s like to lose someone. “Do you wanna be friends?”
“Yes, please” Peter smiled as you sat on his bed.
“You know what helps me when i’m sad?” Y/n asked the five year old, hun muttering a ‘what?’
“Cuddles” She smiles pulling Peter into a big long hug, them lying on the bed eventually falling asleep. Both May and y/m/n walked in an hour later seeing the two cute five year olds asleep.
Present day
You walk up to the door of the apartment, knocking on the door. Seconds later the door opens, you walk into the house you are very familiar with. Going straight to the kitchen to get a drink. “Hello to you too y/n!” May calls putting her shoes on in a rush.
“Hey May! Just gonna raid your cupboards, don’t mind me” You told her, grabbing a snack and walking over to her. “Remember May, breathe you look beautiful. Happy is such a lucky man” You tell her, her thanking you and kissing your head.
She shut the door behind her as you made your way to Peters room. Today had been such a long day and all you wanted to do is chill out with your best friend. Lately you have been struggling with life, you had an argument with your mum earlier, it had been coming up to the anniversary of your dads death.It really took a tole on your mother more than you. He died when you was really young, at age of 4 you don’t understand certain things so you didn’t remember a lot about him.
You go to his door, not bothering to knock. Peter was sitting on his bed, books, pages and notes spread all over his bed. He looked up when he saw you, a soft smile planted on his lips. “Hey” He diverts his eyes back on his revision notes.
“Hey, what you doing?” You asked sitting on his bed where there was space.
“Studying for the math test on Monday” He told you, you rolled your eyes. It was Saturday night and he was revising for a test on Monday. You asked him earlier to hang out but he said he had things to do, you didn’t realise revising on a Saturday was his ‘thing to do’.
“Peter, it’s Saturday. You shouldn’t be revising on a Saturday when you could be doing better things, like hanging out with your best friend” You say, placing your glass of water on the side.
Peter chuckled at your comment tapping his pen on the paper, “How about you revise with me, you have this test too, you know?” His eyes locked with yours, uh how you could stare into them all day. “Maybe you will get a good mark and impress Mr Brown” Peter adds on and smirks at you.
“Ooo, maybe I should gotta impress that sexy man.”
“He probably has a wife and kids” Peter laughs.
You shrug your shoulders, “Must have a big dick-“ Peter pushes you a little making you look at him laughing. “Your disgusting, that man is like 50 odd”
“I’m just joking” You tell him honestly, picking up one of his note books to start revising. However you grew bored after an hour, your phone kept vibrating, your mother sending you messages. She has always been like this during this time, for about two weeks she will be an absolute bitch, then she will act like nothing happened.
You swipe through all the messages she sent you. She was apologising then telling you to come home then saying to not ever come back. You love your mum but she can be too much sometimes, and you wish your dad could be there. The notes were long forgotten, you just stare at the screen holding your tears back.
The one time you sniffle, Peters head snaps up. “You okay?” He asked concerned, you both haven’t spoken words to each other in a while, him being too concentrated on his work.
“Erm-yeah, yeah. No, I just got a runny nose.” You lie to him with a fake smile, wiping your nose. “Hey, can we chill and watch a movie?” You ask him.
“Maybe later, in like an hour” He said, focusing back on his work believing your lie but still worried. You sigh, your head falling back on his head board. He had been studying for hours now and all you wanted to do is cuddle, watch a movie and sleep.
“Please” You pleaded, hoping he would catch on that you needed him. “I just want to cuddle” You tell him, he instantly knew something was wrong. Ever since that day when you were both five, anytime one another was sad you would always ask to cuddle. Peter quickly gathered all his things together, you apologetically smiling at him as the tears fall. He put everything one his desk, getting under the covers as soon as you got under them.
Peter opened his arms, you falling into them instantly. “It’s okay, I got you” He cooed you as you cried into his arms. One of his hands rubs your back whilst the other plays with your hair. Peter kisses your head, saying the most kindest things to make you calm down.
“My mum and I had an argument. It’s getting to the anniversary again, for my dad. A-and I can’t take her anymore, I love her so much but I always get treated like shit-like-like it’s my fault or something” You sniffle into his arms, his heart breaking.
“Y/n, Hey, look at me…..please.” You lift your head up to look directly at him. “I promise you it’s not your fault, what happened to your dad is not your fault. I thought that first with my parents and Ben, however I can just about say that it’s not my fault. I couldn’t have stopped it, and I can confidently say your fathers death has nothing to do with you. No one knew he would get into a car crash.” Peter kissed your forehead, brushing your hair from your face.
“I just feel like no one loves me or cares” You admittedly told him.
“That’s not true. I care, May cares, Mj, Ned and all our friends do. And we all love you…maybe even Mr Brown might.” This made you laugh a little. “Your mum does too. It must be hard on her but that isn’t an excuse for her to treat you like that, but I know deep down inside she does. Why didn’t you tell me you felt like this?” He was truly upset that he only just found out how you was feeling, that you never came to him before.
You looked at him feeling safe in his arms, “I don’t know. I-I just don’t want to loose you, Pete” You hug him tighter.
“You will never loose me y/n, we are in this together forever. Just next time come to me, you need to tell me these things and I’ll be your shoulder to cry on. I’m always here to cuddle. I love cuddling with you” He told you, laying back down into a more comfortable position, him noticing your tired eyes as you try to fight back your sleep.
“Go sleep, angel” He whispers as your eyes start to shut. “Thank you, Petey” You kiss his cheek before letting sleep take over you.
“Don’t thank me, i’ll always be here for you. I’m in love with you y/n” Peter whispers before falling into a deep sleep himself, still cuddling and holding you close.
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We gotta go! || Tom Holland
Pairing: Tom holland x youtube!reader
Summary: The reader doing the ‘Starting an argument then having bad period cramps’ prank on her boyfriend Tom.
“Hey everyone, I hope your all doing well.” You smile into the camera that was set on the counter as you started your intro to your youtube video. “Today i’m going to do a prank on my boyfriend Tom. As you saw in the last video Tom had done a prank on me, where he was mean to me for 24 hours. So now this is a revenge prank, Tommy” You laugh a little into the camera.
It was true he did a prank on you and he acted like a dick, well mean for the whole day. He did apologise after though as you did get upset, you forgave him. “Someone did request this in my last video, so thank you for the idea. Toms in the shower so I have to be really quick.” You set the camera up so you can see the whole room, mostly the bed.
You go close up to the camera one last time, “I can’t wait to see his reaction, we have planned to go out with his brothers and his friends, so he probably expecting me to be getting ready-“ That’s when you hear a knock at the door, Tom entering as you jump into the bed going under the covers.
“Babe you in here?” He opened the door, his hair dripping wet, luckily he was wearing his grey joggers. “What?” You say tiredly.
“Sorry, I thought you was changing” He chuckles a little closing the door, using the towel to shake his hair to make it damp. Sliding his T-shirt on, he throws the dirty towel into the washing basket. “We gotta go” He tells you.
“No” You snuggle more into the covers.
“Angel, we gotta go!”
You try to hold in your laugh, “I don’t want too” You whine like a child.
Tom chuckles crawling onto the bed, “What do you mean, you don’t wanna go?” He moves the covers trying to get a better look at your face, kissing your cheek.
“Tommy, I just don’t wanna go”
“Get up lazy” He jokes, moving a strand of hair from your face. “No! I don’t wanna go” You raise your voice a little, Tom frowning a bit but he stands up trying to get you out of bed.
“They miss you, baby” He was talking about his brothers and friends, you hadn’t all hanged out in a while and it was true they missed you a lot.
Once he pulled the covers off you, you acted annoyed more. “Stop, seriously Tom. I don’t wanna go!” You tell him, hearing him say how he will carry you like a princess.
“Wait, Why you being mean?” He sadly asked confused why your mood had changed, earlier you was excited to go out with his brothers and friends and now your saying you didn’t want to go.
“I’m not being mean, If I don’t wanna go I don’t wanna go” Your now sitting up looking towards the camera and then back at Tom.
Tom sighed moving to the other side of the bed, “You knew we was going out all day, I thought you was excited to catch a few drinks with them” He goes to touch your arm to help pull you up, but you back away.
“Don’t touch me!” You yell at him, slapping his hand away from you. “It’s not funny I don’t wanna go, Thomas” You run your hands through your hair, noticing Toms face drop. You never call him ‘Thomas’, only when your mad or pissed at him you will.
“I hear you but I don’t understand why. Are you feeling well?” He was concerned that maybe you felt sick and didn’t want to tell him.
“No, I just don’t wanna go and talk to people. Leave me alone” You roll your eyes, laying back down and turning away from him, your back now facing him.
“You don’t have to talk to them, just come hang out. They miss you, they haven’t seen you in a while. They miss your pretty face” Tom sits down kissing your cheek and all over your face.
“Can you not kiss me right now” you shove him off you, sitting back up when he gets off the bed confused and upset.
“What did I do? What’s wrong?”
“Your just all in my face, pissing me off”
He walked over to his phone, checking the time. “We told them we would be there for 6, we’re gonna be late y/n/n.” Tom jumped back onto the bed, cuddling you to try get you to go or at least tell him what’s wrong. Then he laced your hands together rubbing his thumb across your knuckles softly.
You wanted to break then, he was being so nice to you when your being moody, starting an argument. “What did I just a ay about touching me?!” Moving his hand out of yours.
“Why you being mean? what’s wrong?—Is it that time of month?” He chuckles a bit, knowing how you get during that time. You never really tell Tom when your on, he just kind of knows. “No” You whine moving away from him as he sits up a little.
“Yes it is” He smiles, grabbing your arm.
“okay get off me. Seriously, stop touching me! I literally just asked you to not touch me” You snap, him moving away placing his hands on his thighs.
“Is it that time of the month?��� He seriously asks wanting to know if it was because of that and not because your mad at him. “I know it is”
You try your best to not smile at him as you sit up once again. “It’s not and it makes me mad when you say that!” Slapping his chest a little, turning away.
“It is though isn’t it. Babe you could’ve just told me”
“It’s not” Tom laughs smiling at you being mad at him, “Don’t smile at me it’s annoying”
“Oh but that’s so sad though.” He still smiles.
“Why?”
Smirking a little, “No more quickies in the bedroom” This made your cheeks go red, if only he knew you was recording. You knew you would have to blurt that out of the video for the kids sakes.
You smile a little smacking his chest, “No Tom, stop. That’s why last night you was rubbing my stomach, why did you think you were doing that?” He actually did that last night.
“Yeah true, i thought you was kidding”
“No, I was not” You tell him, playing with your fingers.
“I thought you wanted some action” He jokes again, you hide the smile that he was starting to pull out.
You sigh, “No, you can just go without me” Laying back down sadly, he came and joined you.
“I’ll rub your belly for five minutes then we can go?” Tom suggests trying to make the situation better, you then move forwards in pain, clutching onto your stomach.
“Ow, ow, ow. I’ve got such bad cramps” You pretend to be in pain and start to cry.
“I’ve got you baby. You should’ve told me it was this bad” He pulled you into him placing a hand on your stomach to rub your belly. Now Tom felt really bad, he thought you was messing around with him wanting some loving affectionate attention. When really you are in so much pain.
“It hurts so bad” You cry into his arms as he rubs your belly soothingly.
“I know, baby. I wish I could take all the pain away if I could. You want some tablets?” He offered, knowing what you would need during these times. You nod your head as he heads out of the room going to fetch some.
“Guys he’s so sweet, I feel so bad I was being so mean. Tom I love you so much and i’m so sorry your the best boyfriend ever” You whisper as Tom comes rushing in with a glass of water and some tablets for you. “Tom it’s okay just go” You cry again, whining when you feel a “pain” in your tummy.
“No, i’m gonna tell them that we can arrange it for another day. I’m not gonna leave my girl alone, i’ve got to take care of you” He grabs his phone going to text the boys group chat, now you wanted to end it. He was being way to sweet.
“Wait, no, no. It was a prank. I’m joking” You laugh grabbing his phone as he stood by the bed.
“Wait, what?”
You wrap your arms around his neck, his going around your waist. “I’m so sorry, Tommy. I’m sorry for being mean to you it was just a prank, I wanted to see your reaction your so sweet. You was so kind to me after I was rude. I love you” You plant a kiss on his lips, finding him cuter than ever right now.
“That was a prank, I was so worried that you was actually in pain. Babe” He whines, knowing he got tricked again by revenge from the last prank he did.
“I’m sorry, but last time you made me cry. I love you though” You kiss his lips him kissing you back.
“I love you too, but wow princess, you got me. Seriously we gotta go” Tom chuckles, kissing your lips one last time before grabbing his things.
“Wait I need to-“
“You can fix your makeup in the car” He cut you off knowing what you was going to say. Tom grabbed your things, linking your hands together as you finish your video.
“Stay safe everyone, let me know other ideas to prank Tom”
“Noooo!”
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i want someone to look at me the way he looks at her 😭😩❤️
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if you could go home to your parents’ house on Figure Eight this instant, would you do it? No chance.
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