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TOM HOLLAND Esquire Germany, Spring 2021

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could you maybe do something for harry's speech at styles!reader and tom's wedding?

requests are open (hope u like this)

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“If you’ve heard somewhere that I was your stereotypical protective older brother, well then,” Harry jutted out his hip with a sway and silly smirk. His lanky, ring-covered fingers were encased around the glass of wine as he stood up from his seat for everyone in the room to see him. It wasn’t everyday his younger sister got married. He laughed before continuing, “Who am I to stop you from believing the truth?” Family and friends laughed around the various tables.

You were seated in your bridal gown (or whatever the fuck you wanna wear at your wedding bcuz you can wear whatever the fuck you want!!) next to Tom, one of his hands intertwined with your own. You tried not to cry again; makeup was a hassle when tears were regular. Harry was sitting across from you, next to the other Harry who happened to be Tom’s younger brother. It was a large table, really, considering your family combined with Tom’s was one big party. 

“When I first heard my sister tell me about this new boyfriend of hers, I was hesitant, of course.” He made facial expressions to match his words, laughter arising when provoked. You smiled along with his voice, one you’d grown up loving. “But a couple months later — maybe over a half a year, really — she came to me at like one in the morning looking like a complete mess. I’m talkin’ triple hangovers, here.” He laughed while you eyed him. 

“She came over to tell me she thought she found the man she was going to marry. And me being me,” He ran his free hand through his hair with a chuckle. “Well, I wanted to cry. Because that’s some serious shit.” He laughed again, looking sheepishly at your mom. “Sorry, mum. But it was serious, and it was scary at first too. She cried that night, and so did I, I’ll admit,” He held a hand up in defense. “And that was the first time I realized how much these two were meant to be together. A few weeks longer, Tom and I went out for drinks. He’ll probably deny this later, but Tom is a truth spiller when he’s drunk.” 

Your now-husband turned beat red as he looked down sheepishly. Everyone laughed, including you, and you pulled him forward so you could leave a quick kiss on his forehead. 

“And that night he told me he’d never met someone quite like my baby sister.” You could sense, by his voice, that the waterworks would start soon. “He told me that falling in love was one of the scariest things he’d ever done, but that hitting rock bottom was worth it if it meant being with her only for a little bit.” He laughed to try and slow his tears, but he was deemed unsuccessful. “I cried that night too, much like Tom did after throwing up in the toilets for a good hour. That was the second time I knew these two were meant to be together.”

You felt Tom squeeze your hand a little tighter, and you squeezed back, making eye contact with his brown orbs, a tearful smile sent his way. He returned it. 

“In all my years, I’ve written over one hundred songs, some about love, some… not so much.” Everyone laughed, including you. “But the ones that are about love, are about the kind of love that these two have.” He thrusted his drink in the direction of the two of you, gesturing. “This is the kind of love that stories are written about, that songs are inspired by. They have the kind of love that’s so unparalleled, so rare, that everyone in the room is at least a little bit jealous. Maybe that’s why I cried each time they realized they were meant for each other, because I get to see two people love each other more than I ever thought possible. And no amount of words, or music, even, could fully capture the love these two have.” You gasped at your brother’s last statement, holding a hand to your heart as a single tear slipped out. 

“Here’s to Y/N and Tom,” Harry raised his glass high up for everyone to see. “And the love they have.” Harry took a sip from his glass while everyone clapped and whistled and hollered for your table. For your unparalleled love. 

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Falling | Professor!Tom

PROFESSOR!TOM X STUDENT!READER

summary: you couldn’t help but fall for your professor

warnings: student/teacher relationship

word count: 2.6k

a/n: i can’t help but be so proud of this fic. i have never written something like this before and i’m so thankful that tom looked so gorgeous in that interview omg and inspired this! hope you like it <3

It’s Monday morning of the first day of the semester. Your feet hurt. You have walked for what feels like hours but in actuality was only around 20 minutes. You didn’t expect the walk across campus to be so torturous. It was hot outside and you, being the cozy and almost lazy person you were, wore a sweatshirt instead of fitting the weather. You instantly regretted scheduling your British History class at 8am. You were tired and you should have known not to schedule a morning class.

You walked up the stairs to enter the History department building and made your way to your classroom. You walked across the hall for a couple of minutes, searching for the designated room. You were about 5 minutes early, wanting to make sure you had time in case you got lost on the way across campus. You pushed open the door to reveal an almost empty classroom, only a couple of students already there. You made your way into the room to find a desk, muttering a quiet “hello” to the professor whom you haven’t gotten a chance to look at yet.

“Good morning,” he greeted. His thick British accent filled the room. Once you placed your books down and took a seat in the front of the room, you looked up to see the professor who would be teaching you this semester. His name was Professor Thomas Holland. Brown eyes and curly brown hair. A nice smile. A black lightweight turtleneck clung to his torso and he gave the few students in the room the brightest smile you have ever seen from a professor. You have only heard a few things about Professor Holland. He was young and well-accomplished. Most if not all people loved him and thought he was an outstanding professor.

Professor Holland walked towards your desk and you averted your eyes away from him. New teachers always scared you. Meeting new people was often terrifying, especially if it’s someone as accomplished as your professor. “I don’t believe we’ve met before. I’m Professor Holland.”

“Y/N L/N,” you said. You couldn’t understand how a professor could be quite this young. He looked to be around 26 if you were guessing. “Nice to meet you, Professor.”

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English lit zoom class concept where you’re pushed into groups and you tell your group how come professor Holland gotta look hot as fuck even on zoom meetings wtf and your group laughs but Tom was actually checking in on your group when you said it. LMAO 🥴💀he’d probably not say anything but would go out of his way to tease you during the rest of the semester, make subtle comments about your room or how you look that day during the one on ones. ughhhhhhhj

jeeesh, I already die at normal interactions with teachers, this would make me implode lo. 

> blurb night? prompt: English Lit professor!Tom (online classes)

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“Alright guys, let’s split you up into subgroups and you can answer the questions on the story. Let’s give it... 30 minutes? And then we can all come back here and discuss what you all found.” Professor Holland said, his microphone was acting up again but you could hear him just fine. 

You quickly messaged your friends and started a sub meeting, all their faces popped up and by their grins, you could tell what they were all thinking. 

“He looks sooo good today,” one of your friends said. “Who would have thought he can even make a turtleneck look good.” 

“Guys, we should probably work on the assignment. We looked like idiots last time,” you referred to the last class you had to do answer questions individually. You and your friends spend most of the time gossiping and gigging, getting zero work done, and then Professor Holland had called on you to discuss your theory about the story... which you obviously did not have, which concluded in an awkward silence that felt like a lifetime. 

“You’re no fun, y/n.” another friend of yours said, but you all went to work without any other complains. However, what did happen, is that whenever one of them was talking they would suddenly burst out their opinions about your English Literature professor, prodding you to agree or comment yourself. Eventually, you couldn’t help but join in. 

“Oh my god, of course, he looks hot,” you said, a bit annoyed that you gave in anyway (at least you got a little work done). “I don’t even understand how someone can look so good through a laptop camera.” 

“Did you see the quality!” one of your friends remarked. “I can see every single of his perfect freckles.” You hadn’t noticed that he did have them, but you would certainly going to be on the lookout the next time your professor would show up on the screen. 

You leaned your chin on your hand, thinking about him. He really was an interesting man. So clever and funny, and so good looking. 

“Alert! I think y/n has a cru-ushh.” you couldn’t tell which one of your friends it was, but they could all see you flip them off, so it didn’t matter. Right then, you noticed that someone had left a message in the chat. You clicked and opened it and immediately froze. 

T.Holland: I didn’t want to disturb your charming chat, ladies ;) Just a reminder to be back in main at 12:30. 

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Mob!tom and reader where the reader does something stupid and tom yells at her. Angst to smut pls- 🦟🦗🦟🦗

y'all know i been on that peaky blinders train and indulging me on purpose thankyew

warnings: language, oral, unprotected sex, y/n with a big dick energy lol

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"NOBODY FUCKING LISTENS TO ME!"

His voice pierces through the walls of your mansion, and you're sure the maids could hear. Knuckles so white from gripping his whiskey glass, they might even crush it into pieces.

Tom has had a bad day. Paddy got shot on a bust he shouldn't have been in in the first place. Harry's deal with the Irish hit a snag, and it looks like a war is about to break out. To top it all off, you went out partying near the borders of enemy territory against his wishes.

But as his white-hot rage rings in your ears, your entire body freezes up. Your whole demeanor turns icy after the brief shock.

"Fine," you conclude simply, turning on your heels to walk out of his study. "Have it your way."

"Y/N, wait." he gets up and beats you to the door, blocking it with his impeccably shined shoe.

You simply glare at him, unfaltering in your wordless challenge to the mighty mob boss of London.

He meets your gaze. "I told you to stay out of Islington and stay out of trouble," he seethes, his voice lowering into a simmering whisper.

You cock up an eyebrow. So?

"You disobeyed direct orders."

"You don't get to boss me around, Tommy. I'm not your soldier."

"I know you're not," he softens, reaching out to cup your face. "You're my wife. My life."

"Tommy..." you try to push him away, but you're finding it more and more difficult to resist him.

"We strike them on Tuesday--"

You roll your eyes at his words. Leave it to Tom who still manages to bring it back to business even in his apology for letting business get in the way.

"Listen to me. Tuesday, and it'll all be over and you're free to go wherever you please."

A heavy sigh escapes your mouth, and he takes it a sign of relent. He kisses your lips, your neck, your bare collarbones. Deep and earnest and hungry.

It's the oldest trick in the book, but it's the oldest for a good reason; it's the one that works every single time without fail.

He leads you to his lush leather couch and lays you down gently, unbuttoning your dress and licking and sucking and biting as much skin as he can. Down your chest, on tops of your breasts, up your inner thigh...

"You're my whole life, darling," you hear him murmur before tearing your lacy panties off and smothering himself in your wetness.

He eats you out like his life depended on it (maybe in truth, it really did), tracing infinities on your clit and fucking you gently with his tongue. Coaxing your forgiveness in the filthiest way he can.

Your resolve chips away bit by bit at every wave of pleasure he gives you. And as he brings you to your high, nice and slow and warm and pleasant, you want nothing more than to have him inside you.

You sink down on his cock, the quietest little cry breaks the silence in the room. He meets you halfway, head thrown back and jaw dropped in your warmth.

Your manicured fingers grip his dark curls like a vice and he all but groans. "Don't ever raise your voice at me again."

"I won't if you won't get yourself into trouble like that again."

His words are met with a scoff and a gentle gnawing of his neck as you ride him faster, harder, dirtier.

He licks his thumb and slips it between your bodies, finding his way to your sensitive clit. He rubs it just as relentlessly, sending your body into a shock of trembling orgasm that squeezes his cock into emptying its load inside you.

It's not the apology you wanted, and it's not the outcome he aimed for, but damned if it isn't good.

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Hehe hello! Since that esquire interview came out with Tom I have a prompt. Since he mentioned he’s not ready to have kids, how about the reader was there watching him interview and heard everything while she was secretly pregnant and didn’t tell him yet? Starts off angsty since she heard him but ends out fluff;) I LOVE YOU!!!!❤️

summary: tom says something during an interview that worried you, but it all gets resolved in the end

tom holland x reader

w/c 0.6k

a/n - i just had to write this as soon as i saw this, i thought it was such a cute idea 🥺

you laughed along with the rest of the crew as tom told the nicki minaj story. the way he stupidly believed it himself even though there was no way it was real.

“so, that was a big relief for me,” he said, the ghost of a smile on his lips when he locked eyes with you, your laughter making him feel all warm inside. that all came crashing down though with his next sentence.

tom had looked back to the camera, shifting in his seat. “cause i’m not ready to have kids.”

your smile dropped, your heart sinking in your stomach as the plan to tell tom fell apart.

no one knew of course, no one but you and his mum, the person you’d asked to buy you a test when you started getting suspicious.

nikki was excited for you, she’d told you so as soon as the two lines appeared on the stick that would change your life forever.

she had convinced you through your doubts that tom would be so happy, and that he’d been an amazing father; not that you had any doubts about that part.

you were almost three months along when you’d finally built up the courage to tell him, to tell him today that was.

your hand subconsciously drifted to your stomach, rubbing small circles over the top of your clothes. you felt the lump in your throat and knew if you took one more look at tom you’d completely lose your composure.

jumping up from your seat you very politely asked someone where the bathroom was, just to give you an excuse to get out of there.

unfortunately for you, tom’s interview couldn’t last forever, so he did eventually come looking for you.

he found you sitting on the floor in one of the halls of the building, tears slowly sliding down your cheeks.

“y/n?” he asked. your eyes fluttered open, looking over to him with a sad smile. “what’s wrong?”

he crouched down in front of you, his eyes scanning your face and your body nervously, checking for any injuries before concluding you were physically fine.

“you’re going to hate me,” you cried, hands covering your tear stained face. tom was worried more than anything, he hated that you were so suddenly feeling like this.

“what happened?” he asked, in arguably the softest voice you’d ever heard him speak in.

“please don’t be mad.” he shook his head, running his thumb over your knuckles.

he placed a soft kiss on your hand. “could never be mad at you.”

you sniffled, taking deep breaths to try and control your rapid breathing. you looked up at your boyfriend, seeing the obvious worry written on his face.

“tom, i’m pregnant.” he was a little taken back by your bluntness, but once he’d had time to process the words you’d just said to him, he wasn’t much better.

after, who knows how long, of uncomfortable silence you spoke up, asking the question you really didn’t want to ask.

“about what you said in there, is it true?” he didn’t respond. in all honesty he was still in shock, he wasn’t expecting to receive this kind of news, but as he thought about it, the more things started to make sense. the being sick in the mornings, the weird cravings, the increase in mood swings, it all pieced together.

“it was then, b-but that was before,” he said.

you weren’t sure things had ever been this uncomfortable with tom, and you hated it so much. you didn’t know how long you’d been in that hallway, but your hope was slowly deteriorating.

“i thought you’d be happy,” you whispered. tom felt his heart break thinking he’d disappointed you. part of his was happy, but the other, larger, part of his was terrified.

“i am happy,” he promised, slipping his hand down to hold your stomach. he saw a faint twinkle in your eye, the one that you always got when you were truly excited.

“forget what i said in there.” he sent you a reassuring smile. “i’m ready to do this.”

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thinking about professor Tom having you in his class and getting happy when he sees you have your camera on so he can see how cute you look today and sad when you have it off. but it’s hot professor Tom Holland so u dressin to the nines for that zoom meeting LMAO 🥴💕🥰🥺

im that someone that literally never turns their camera on for online class lol

> blurb night? prompt: English Lit professor!Tom (online classes)

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“Good morning everybody, how are you all doing?” Tom asked his class. A few half-awake “good”s and “yeah alright”s came out from his speakers. He glanced through the tiny squares of cameras, hoping to see one in particular. Unfortunately, when he looked at the screen named “y/n” it was blank. 

Tom tried to hide his disappointment and continued on talking enthusiastically like his students had grown to know him. 

“I suppose some of you are not camera-ready, that’s fine.” he said, “but I do feel a bit weird being the only one on-screen. I feel so exposed!” He joked, a few people laughed from their sides of the meeting. “If you don’t mind, I would like to see that people are actually there and I’m not just talking to empty desks.” 

“Don’t worry, sir, we wouldn’t miss this class for the world.” Someone said and a lot of Tom’s other students seemed to agree. 

“Well, I’m flattered... anonymous stranger. I would have appreciated it if I could actually see who I’m talking to.” He kept his tone light, not too pushy. He understood that a lot of the people would not want to show their faces on camera, he would rather not do it either (he was never good in front of cameras). but seeing his students gave a little bit of that interaction back that he had unfortunately lost when the school had closed. 

But, one by one, the cameras turned on and his digital classroom got fuller. Semi happy faces looked back at him, most of them, however, still not fully awake. 

Then he noticed that one window. y/n had turned her camera on. He couldn't help but smile seeing her. But he quickly looked away before anyone noticed. 

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When you joined the meeting and saw how good Professor Holland looked you felt stupid for sitting down at your desk in your pyjamas. And of course, he encouraged everyone to turn their cameras on, so you quickly hid in the corner of your room and changed before turning your camera on. 

Your hair was probably still a mess and you couldn’t even bother with make-up so early in the morning, but when you saw the small image of yourself in the corner of your screen you looked presentable. For sure better than others. 

It must have been a figment of your imagination or a pure coincidence, but you could have sworn that Professor Holland’s big smile turned a little brighter the moment after you turned your camera on. 

True or not, you couldn’t stop smiling during the lecture. 

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hi ! could i request a prof!tom smut where the reader gets tired of tom teasing her w his sexy outfits in class (literally still crying over the black turtleneck) and so for payback she wears like a short skirt and a crop top or something and right after class , he f*cks her in in his office 😳

the turtleneck :D this is very nsfw -- minors dni!! smut under the cut.

prof!tom fever night

extended warnings ↠ breeding kink, sir kink, rough unprotected sex, hair pulling. a bit of degradation (calls her a whore once). please practice safe sex!!!

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Professor Holland’s eyes are on you, firm, unmoving, and as minutes stretch together, you find yourself moving uncomfortably in your chair. The skirt you’re wearing isn’t long enough to cover the full length of your thighs, and your skin rubs against the coarse plastic of the chair as you shift from side to side, squeezing your legs together as you try to control your arousal.

Tom looks incredibly hot, and it’s his fault that you’re in this position to begin with. He’s been teasing you, every week for the past two months, strolling into class wrapped up in a delectable outfit that makes your thoughts plummet. He’d started out with tight t-shirts but had soon seemed to realise that you find the long-sleeved ones more attractive—something about the allure of seeing his figure compressed by soft fabrics, his muscles bulging out prominently and seductively against the material. You’d begged him to stop teasing you, only for him to smirk and continue it every time.

So, you’d had enough. You’d decided that if Tom was going to tease you, you’d tease him back. Before leaving your flat this morning, you’d slipped into a skirt and a small t-shirt. Professor Holland likes them—you know he does: he’d told you as much as he’d fucked you the other week, needy hands pawing at the plaid material as he’d groaned into your neck. Just the memory has you shifting around in your seat.

Tom’s reaction when you’d walked into class with the skirt flapping around your thighs had told you that you’re in for it. If there weren’t already students in the room, you know from the glint in his eye that he would’ve bent you over his desk right there and then and taken you. Instead, Tom’s been resigned to extended staring and a clenched jaw. He’d had to sit behind his desk when you’d feigned a yawn and let your arms stretch above your head, the material of your t-shirt springing up and the outline of your bare nipples straining through the shirt.

“Well, everybody, I’m feeling particularly generous today, so I think I’ll let you go early,” Tom speaks, voice gravelly. His lips twitch into a small smile when the students around you release sounds of appreciation. “Have a good weekend.”

Tom doesn’t even have to look at you for you to know that he wants you to stay behind. You’re so used to him now that you know to pack away your things, then walk to the door and lock it. When you turn back to face him, you startle as you see him already standing, hands on his hips as he glares at you.

“And what, exactly, do you think you’re doing?” he asks, slowly walking from beyond the desk. He’s in the outfit that started this ridiculous teasing, all those weeks ago: black turtleneck, striped dark trousers. With his hair swooped out of his face and his watch hanging from his wrist, you find yourself gulping as he carefully strides towards you.

“Nothing?” you try, smiling innocently. Pushing away from the door, you let your fingers float down to the hem of your skirt. “Do you like it?” you ask, raising a brow. You do a short twirl. “I put it on just for you, sir.”

Professor Holland growls, and a moment later, he reaches out and grabs at your wrist. Your head spins, a little dizzy from your show, and you’re glad for his iron-clad grasp as he hauls you over to the desk at the front of the room.

“No, darling, I don’t like it,” he murmurs. He bends you over the desk with ease, your palms resting over the front of the cool wood as he smooths his hands over your ass. Easily, Tom flips your skirt up, and you find yourself moaning as he grabs handfuls of your flesh. “Do you think this was funny, eh?” he coos, voice dark. “Did you think this was a good idea? Walking into class in that tiny little skirt and top. You know I could see your nipples through your shirt, yeah? Everyone else could too.”

You moan softly when he steps closer and you feel his cock pushing through the front of his slacks. “I know,” you say. You pause to bite your lip as you feel him step back, then hear the metallic sound of his belt unbuckling. “I did it as payback.”

“For what?” You can hear the smirk in his voice.

“All those outfits you wear,” you murmur. You gasp as Tom knocks your legs apart and roughly pushes you down, your covered nipples pressing into the front of the desk. You look back, craning your neck until you’re able to smirk at him. “Thought if you drive me mad wearing that,” you say, inclining your head towards his turtleneck, “I’d get revenge. Did it work?”

“Am I mad?” When you nod, Tom chuckles. There’s a deep red flush to his face, and your eyes gravitate down to his cock as he pumps it in his hand. With nimble fingers, Tom knocks your thighs apart, spreading them with ease. He plays with your cunt, toying with your bud for a few moments before slipping two fingers into your hole. As your walls pulse around him, he easily works you open, licking his lips with his pink tongue. “You could say that I’m mad, darling. Yeah.”

Without further warning, Tom swaps out his fingers for his cock. You moan loudly as he slides into you roughly, the ache making your eyes roll back. He doesn’t wait for you to adjust, instead, just reaches up and pushes his wet fingers into your mouth. Your taste bleeds out across your tongue as he starts to thrust into you. Your walls, warm and pulsing, slowly stretch to accommodate him, leaving you a writhing mess on his desk as he fucks you ruthlessly.

“Did you… Did you know how fucking hard I was all lesson, darling?” he murmurs, voice hard, lusting. He moves his free hand onto your waist, the other still weighing down your tongue, gagging you. “My cock was aching for you, sweetheart. Couldn’t stop thinking about bending you over the desk ‘n taking you in front of everyone.” Tom pauses, chuckling coolly when you moan. “I felt you clench then, darling. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’d like everyone else to know what a little whore you are for your professor.”

You can barely think, too lost in lust as each slam of his crotch against your ass releases the sound of your arousal into the air. As his tip catches against your g-spot and continuously stimulates your most sensitive area, you feel yourself swelling near to an orgasm.

Finally, Tom pulls his hand from your mouth, stopping briefly to smear your saliva over your lips. His hand goes into your hair, pulling on it until you groan.

“Professor,” you whine, voice broken and breathless. “Touch my clit, please,” you beg. “Want to cum.”

He reaches down, easily doing as you request and grunting when he feels you clench in response. You can feel your climax burning in you, churning in the pit of your stomach, threatening to burst free as you try to control the volume of your cries.

“Darling,” he murmurs, voice thick. He’s fucking you so hard and so fast, your eyes rolled back. “I’m going to cum in this pussy,” he warns. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you feel me for days.” He presses your hips further into the table as you writhe, holding you in place as you receive waves upon waves of unrelenting pleasure. “You want me to fill you up with my cum?”

“Yes, sir,” you whimper, on the verge.

Tom growls. “My little needy thing,” he murmurs. “Cum for me, love. Let me feel you squeeze around me.”

You dissolve a few moments later, losing grip on the table as you climax with a loud moan. Your chest heaves, nipples brushing over the desk as Tom ruts into you, chasing a high that he’s rewarded with a few moments after you. The sensation of his fingers rubbing your clit coupled with the feeling of his cock pulsing as he empties his load into you makes you spasm, your high stretching out for several moments as he fucks you through it. You only come down when Tom pulls out from you, your cunt aching in the most delicious way, clenching around his cum.

Tom hauls you up from the desk with ease, pushing you up and onto the table before cupping your face in his clean palm and observing your face carefully for signs of damage.

“So pretty,” he murmurs, running his thumb over your lower lip. You kiss the tip of it and Tom bites at his lip, leaning down so he can kiss you. You reach up and wrap your arms around his neck, still breathless but able to appreciate his turtleneck with your fingers. When he pulls back, he’s smirking. “If I’d known you like my jumper so much, I’d have worn it more often,” Tom teases.

You roll your eyes, shivering as aftershocks pang across you. “If you wear it anymore than you currently do, I think I’ll go crazy.”

He brings his lips up to touch your nose, tenderly leaving a kiss to its tip. “Maybe that’s what I want, eh?”

“You want me to go crazy?”

Tom shakes his head. “No,” he says. “But I do want to spend more time with you in here, fucking you against my desk.”

You chuckle, biting your lip as you look back up at him. You can feel his cum slowly dripping from you, warm and thick.

“If you want that to happen, all you have to do is ask.”

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another kid (p1)

tony: Hey umm so you know how we really love morgan?

pepper: ... obviously? she's our daughter.

tony: well could we maybe haveasonaswell

pepper: what did you say? you want a-another kid?

tony: i-uh yep

pepper: *shocked* well um okay yeah, it would be nice for Morgan to have a brother or sister to play with

tony: *pulls out a stack of papers* AMAZING! so i just need you to sign the bottom, the rest has been filled out

pepper:

pepper: this is for pete isn't it?

peter: *on the other side of the door* mr stark did she say yes yet?

morgan: *also on the other side of the door* mommy have you said yes yet?

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he is glowing

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Tom on his Lip Sync Battle performance

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Tom Holland on Zendaya, Robert Pattinson & His Career | Explain This | Esquire

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Run To Me: Series Masterlist - Sequel to Blow a Kiss, Fire a Gun

Nothing ever goes as planned; you’d heard that saying a hundred and one times before but it wasn’t until you were packing your bags to leave that it really hit you- nothing ever went as planned.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14

Part 15

Part 16

Part 17

Part 18

Part 19

Part 20

Epilogue Pt 1

Epilogue Pt 2

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I didn’t know I stan a pole dancer

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Took advantage of Tom’s new shoot. Don’t forget, you can request any celeb or character! Reblog and like :)

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gente vamos ser amigos no instagram tb então sigam meu @alepaloschi que eu sigo vocês de volta bjs da mãe

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