#frat!tom holland blurb

[soraphic]

i haven't proofread this one yall be kind:(

the night air was stickily humid,the kind of weather that warranted open windows and skimpy night dresses. the kind that lured a certain spider back into your home,breaking many personal vows to just leave you alone. you had kept the room empty,dark,only dimly lit by the reflective light of the moon casting shadows through the lace curtains you'd left open - an invitation to his presence. it was a way of making him comfortable,even with the colourful chrome shielding his identity,the darkness just made him feel that bit more safe.

your thin sheets had been thrown to the side,only barely tickling your ankles as you watched him. your dark hair strewn over your shoulder,lipstick smudged and the spaghetti straps of your teasingly thin,black nightdress falling over your shoulders.

he breathed deeply,lips parting against the mesh of his suit as you ghosted yours over his. you were used to the retroreflective eyes of his suit,you almost felt as if you could see through them now. like you could see into him,past his physical appearance underneath the mask.

you ran a finger teasingly under the edge of the mask,bunching it around your fingers as you lifted it slightly. his breathing was steady,fingers gripping at your plush hips as you straddled him,giving you unadulterated control over him. you left it to rest just over his nose,revealing his almost paper-thin lips to you,pouted and swollen. you ran a thumb over the dip of his cupids bow,unusually defined. you rubbed gently at the almost lack of stubble decorating his top lip,biting back a smile at how new york city's spider-man was a boyish youth who could barely grow facial hair. your fingers were curled around his jaw,the deep red of your nails mixing with the ghostly pale of his skin,a perfect match to his costume. "what do you look like?" it was almost a whisper,your eyes trained on the big,white of his suit as if you could make contact with him that way.

he breathed deeply,"you know i can't,it wouldn't be--"

"no," you cut him off,leaning to press a wet kiss to the piece of fabric just above his cheekbone,"i don't want you to show me. just tell me."

he was dumbfounded for a moment,wetting his lips as he stared at you. what difference would a description make? after-all,you still wouldn't actually know.

"tell me,spider." you cooed,running your lips along his cheek,"what is it? big,brown eyes?" you moved to press a kiss to the tip of his nose,"a piercing blue?",another kiss to his eyebrow,"green?" you made contact with his eyes,pulling back slightly as if to ask him to answer you.

"brown,the first one."

you hummed at this,continuing to trail your lips toward his ear,wrapping them around the shell over his mask. "my favourite."

your declaration had him almost hopeful. "what about your hair?"

"it's also brown," he started,moving his head to try and chase your lips again,growing bored of you suckling at his clothed ear. "i guess you could say curly."

you pressed a chaste kiss to his lips,just to satiate him for the moment. "just my type,bug."

he let a breathy chuckle pass,one that had your ears pricking and your eyes flicking up to his face,not that you could really see his expression,anyway.

"you got any freaky birthmarks?"

"no." he sounded almost offended at the question.

"scars?"

"not any that you haven't already seen."

you hooked a leg around his waist,teasingly slow as you curled inwards,pulling him toward you. you leaned back on your elbows,making a complete show of the movement and showcasing your accentuated cleavage to him,the straps of your thin nightgown dangerously low.

"easy." he warns,conscious of the blaring city that needed to be patrolled just outside your window.

"what? afraid you might overstay your welcome?" the smirk you wore was sickly,it rattled peter so much he felt like his bones were overheating,pushing any kind of feelings beyond pure,animalistic attraction down before he even had chance to indulge.

"'thought i was always welcome,baby." he said it like a statement,leaning down to slot his body above yours. his right palm was flat beside your head,the dip in the bed causing your body to lay slightly lop-sided,your hip popping just enough to brush perfectly into the palm of his left hand,giving the flesh a soft squeeze.

you dodged his kisses,leaving him to press wet dots to your jawline as he whined beneath you. "don't you have a neighbourhood to be saving?"

"-not when i have a beautiful lady right here who needs my help." he was quick,running a clothed finger through your slick to emphasise his point.

[moon-fics]

heey, I hope you are having a good week! could you please write a fratboy!tom holland based on daylight (ts!) where he met her and discovered that love is much more beautiful and happy than he ever imagined it to be 🥹🫶

Ugh! Ok bear with me because I'm awful at Frat fics 😭 and I'm watching Grey's Anatomy so this is gonna be awful! This is gonna be short but I hope you enjoy it!

Even from outside the house, you can hear the music clearly and there are drunk students wandering the lawn. Your best friend has her arms wrapped around yours, keeping you close like you always do. She somehow always convinces you to join her for the same party every week for the sole purpose of seeing her crush. 

It's juvenile but you get free alcohol so why not indulge her. The moment you enter the fraternity house you're hit with the smell of booze and sweat, which thankfully you got used to. The first time you entered this house you had to keep walking outside for fresh air.

"Oh my god, there he is!" She yells in your ear, loud enough to be barely heard over the blasting music. She discreetly points at the blond boy she's been gushing about since she first saw him. "Isn't he so adorable?" She giggles and you take a long look at the boy and still can't see what she does. You'd try and reason with her about him, but they genuinely seem to like each other.

"Well, you know where to find me," You unhook your arm from hers, allowing her to practically levitate to him. Just like every week you slip past the swaying bodies and enter the kitchen. The drinks are already laid out on the island counter which is way too fancy for the fart house. 

As you pour yourself a drink in a plastic purple cup you notice a group of boys have also entered the kitchen. They seem to be having an intense conversation, debating something you're not interested in enough to listen to. You scoop ice out of a cheap cooler, standing up straight a little too fast.

You slam into one of the boys, spilling ice and a bit of your drink on your shirt. You take a second to examine your shirt, it's not going to stain but it's an inconvenience for now.

"Hey, watch where you're going, asshole!" You snap, spinning on your heel to face whoever you hit. Sure, you're being rude by instantly reacting badly, but you just want to drink and wait until your best friend is done dancing around her crush.

The moment you turn your eyes lock with a boy who is holding an annoyed look, suddenly feeling embarrassed for being so harsh. As you stare at him you notice a shift in his eyes and his face relaxes. As if looking at you has somehow changed his mind about you. You clear your throat and now your shirt is unbearable to have on with alcohol-soaked cloth sticking to your stomach.

"Sorry, I wasn't looking!" He instantly replies, his hands in front of him in a surrendering gesture. His eyes land on the spillage that is still spreading and is now noticeable. "That does not look comfortable," He chuckles, running a hand through his gelled hair.

"Oh, no it feels really nice," You snark, pulling the shirt forward just enough to peel it off your damp skin. If you hadn't promised your friend you'd stay the entire night you would have gone home already. You know you should be nicer to him, it wasn't his fault. "Sorry for snapping at you," You sigh, glancing back up at him.

"I get it, it's a stuffy house and there's people everywhere. If I weren't obligated to be here I'd probably be anywhere else," He grins and now you can't help but find him handsome. His eyes wrinkle and shine in the dim lights. "I could grab you a new shirt, but it'll probably be a bit big," He suggests and a new shirt sounds perfect. 

That's how you end up in his room, sitting on his bed that is surprisingly made. His room has a few posters taped to the wall, one of them being Spider-man. You expected everyone at a fraternity to have pinups and messy rooms, instead, his is organized and well thought out.

On his way up to his room, you learn his name is Tom and he's an open book. You could ask a million questions and he'd probably have a billion answers for you. It soothes your nerves that he's being sweet and not once has made a move.

"So, why did you join a frat?" You ask, leaning to the left to see him through the closet door. He's holding up two shirts on hangers as if he can't decide which ones to give you. Either one would work for tonight and you'd return it the next week. "Not to judge you based off of thirty minutes, but you don't seem like the type," 

He looks up from the shirts, his lips parted in surprise. It's a simple question, it's not like you're asking him something deeply personal. Yet, his expression makes you wonder if anyone has ever bothered to ask him anything that isn't skin deep.

"Ah, uhm my friend Harrison persuaded me to join with him," He answers quickly, putting one of the shirts back on his rack. He exits his closet, removing a grey long-sleeve shirt from the hanger. "Is this good?" He asks nervously. 

You don't even take a second look at it before reaching for it, "Anything is better than smelling like alcohol," You joke, standing up from his bed. You gesture for him to turn around and he does so without protesting. He even goes as far as covering his eyes with one hand. "From what you said earlier, you don't enjoy the parties?"

Tom shakes his head, "It's always too crowded and I don't really know anyone. I try my best to socialize but after a while you kind of get sick of the loud music and constant flirting," He laughs but it's short-lived, it makes you feel bad for him. You understand the feeling of wanting to just be alone but ending up back at the party.

"I only come each week because my friend has a huge crush on this blond guy," You remove your shirt, wiping off some of the droplets of liquid off your skin. You swiftly straighten out his shirt and pull it over your head. It's a little heavy for how warm it is inside the room but it's comfortable enough to ignore. "You can turn around now," 

He hesitates for a second but drops his hand and shifts to face you. There's an awkward silence between the two of you which only grows longer. After maybe two minutes of you both looking anywhere but at each other he finally pipes up.

"Since we're both sort of obligated to show up at the party maybe we could hang out with each other," He squeaks out and quickly coughs to adjust his voice. "We could be friends," He suggests. You honestly don't even need to think about it, he's kind and how can you reject someone like him?

"Friends it is," You smile, your heart pounding at a newfound situation.

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"No, seriously how can you be passing every other class except your history class?" You burst out laughing, staring at his grades for the semester. You really shouldn't be making fun of him, he worked hard and you helped him study for hours. Yet, you find yourself sitting on his bed covering your mouth while you giggle.

"Oh, I'm sorry are my grades making you upset?" He looks at his computer over your shoulder, his arms wrapped around your waist. His touch makes your chest bloom with warmth, forcing you to think back to the night you met him. You were so quick to judge him and now you can't help but be with him every second of the day. 

"No, you're right I passed all my classes," You cackle, leaning your head back onto his shoulder. "I mean, if you had told me four months ago that I'd end up dating a guy who knows barely any history I think I'd avoid the cooler," You tease, kissing his cheek to make up for it. 

"If you did that I'd probably find another way to spill your drink," He mumbles, lifting your chin with his fingers. He plants a long kiss on your lips, enjoying how soft they are. He pulls away barely an inch before continuing to talk, "I've never met someone who truly makes college a better experience," 

"That's so corny," You snort but your heart is doing backflips. You'd never admit it out loud but you're grateful your best friend constantly dragged you to each and every party if it meant meeting him.

[evermoreparker]

Lost in Translation- Part Five

Synopsis: Peter and you were inseparable since you were kids, until you started hating each other right before you two went to college, but now Peter needs your help to win a bet.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Well... how do I put this... SMUT!!!! LIKE A LOT OF IT!!!! PLS IF THAT'S NOT YOUR THING DO NOT READ IT! But if it is have fun! :)

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Prologue 1 2 3 4

‘’Alright, Lionel Richie.’’ You say giggling as Peter tickles your sides.

‘’Well, you know what? Just for that, I won’t be pulling out tonight!’’

‘’Pffft please, not even you believe in that.’’ Peter gasps and throws a pillow at you.

‘’HEY! You’re right. But still, just pretend I have self respect!’’ He giggles.

‘’Aw sure you do, Pete.’’ You sit up to look at him while playing with his curls. But you notice he gets all quiet. ‘’Are you ok?’’ Peter zones out for a moment.

‘’Mm? Yea yea I am. It’s just… it’s been so long since the last time you called me Pete.’’ He says while looking down and grinning, remembering all of the sweet memories you had together. And just for a moment you think that this might be not just a meaningless one night stand.

‘’Yea I missed that too.’’ He looks up, and smirks. Ready to tease you. ‘’And if you ever tell someone I ever said that, I’ll kill you.’’

‘’Don’t worry.’’ He giggles. ‘’It’s just me and you here.’’ he kisses the palm of your right hand. And suddenly you realize you two just make sense.

‘’Yea… That’s good.’’ Peter is the one to make the first move, hovering above you and making you lay down again, while softly caressing your cheek. ‘’God, if this a dream I’ll be really pissed off at anyone that wakes me up.’’ He giggles, before pulling you for a deep kiss.

‘’Same.’’ You pull on a few of his hair strings, which gets him moaning. You switch with Peter to get on top of him.

‘’Fuck c’mere.’’ He pulls you for another kiss. Wandering hands under your dress, close to where you need him, but not quite there yet. So you decide to take matters into your own hands, unzipping the dress yourself and throwing it somewhere on the floor. Peter groans when he realizes you took your bra off as well.

‘’God why the fuck did we not do this sooner?’’ Peter says while grabbing your ass and switching with you, so that he can be on top again, softly nibbling your skin.

‘’Because we’re very dumb.’’ You scratch his back, tugging on his shirt for him to take it off. He gets the hint, tossing it on the floor and pulling you by your waist for a heated kiss. But you stop him by putting your hands on his chest while sitting , making him stop.

‘’Wait! Are we really doing this?’’

‘’Only if you want to as well, I promise you I won’t be mad if you don’t wanna do this anymore and d-’’ Peter gets cut off by your lips on his in a matter of seconds.

‘’God you’re so cute.’’ You smile at Peter while unbuttoning his pants.

‘’Oh-OH ok so that’s a ‘’yes’’ I presume.’’ He helps you by standing up to untangle the pants from his ankles, throwing it at a random corner in your room.

‘’God, when did you get those thighs??’’ You say while shamelessly thirsting over the same boy you told your friends that could go to hell for all you cared for.

‘’Aw thanks! It was the Jane Fonda workout tutorial, of course. May has those for a while I guess and I-…’’ He bursts out laughing when he sees your confused face. ‘’But to be honest, I guess it was just a lot of workout.‘’ He jumps back on the bed, making you giggle when his hair tickles your belly while he lays there.

‘’But what about you? Are you opening a bakery or something?’’ You look confused at his very random question.

‘’What? Why?’’

‘’I don’t know, just all that cake in the back made me wonder.’’ You laugh so hard that Peter can feel it while laying on your stomach, it makes him grin like a kid at a candy store when he looks up and sees you all happy without a care in the world, and the best, he caused that.

‘’That was good, not gonna lie.’’ You run your fingers through his hair, making Peter look up before going to trail kisses down your belly and going up. He distributes hickeys all over your tits, sucking on them before kissing the sweet spot on your neck, stopping for a bit to finally look at you.

‘’God, you’re so hot.’’ He grabs your left thigh to pull you even closer before capturing your lips again, making you moan in delight.

‘’Mmm fuck, please take these off.’’ You guide his hand to the waistband of your panties.

‘’Only if you keep making that sound for me.’’ He kisses your cheek before pulling your panties down and kissing his way back down. You pull on his hair, eagerly waiting for his lips where you need him the most.

‘’Eager now huh?’’ He smirks before finally giving in and starting with a kiss on your clit. Seeing your reaction to his every touch has to be the best thing ever.

‘’I swear, if you keep teasing like that I’ll clench on your dick so hard you’ll cum in seconds.‘’ You feel him grinning before giving a small kitten lick from your entrance to your clit, letting his tongue flick it for a bit, enjoying you shivering under him.

‘’Fuck, you taste so good. Could easily spend all day eating this pussy.’’ He waits for your reaction to his dirty words, and just as you do he starts sucking on your clit. Who knew the boy who cried when you stumbled on his lego set had such a dirty mouth?

‘’Mmm FUCK, you’re so good Pete.’’ Your words make him suck even harder, making you breathless for a moment. Guess someone has a praise kink.

‘’Mmmmm fuck, I’m gonna cum.’’ You tug on his hair, pulling him impossibly closer to your heat.

‘’Cum for me, baby.’’ Peter doesn’t stop sucking even after your orgasm, making you have to pull on his hair to make him stop with the overstimulation.

‘’Fuck omg.’’ You laugh at the absurdity of this night, who knew you’d end up bringing the boy you’ve hating for years to your bed? And that he would make you cum like that?

‘’That good huh?’’ Peter smirks while looking at your post orgasmic face.

‘’Shut up.’’ You pull for a kiss, making you feel something hard on your thigh.

‘’Well apparently it wasn’t that good just for me.’’ You grab his hard on through his boxers.

‘’Fuck- You make it really hard to not get a boner when you moan my name like that.’’

‘’Stop, just come fuck me please.’’

‘’Yes miss!’’ Peter eagerly pulls his boxers down.

‘’Shit, you’re packed too?’’ You say while capturing Peter’s lips in a long and deep kiss, making your way towards his member and circling your thumb around the head.

‘’Fuck y/n/n, you’re so fucking good at this.’’ He purrs, closing his eyes for a bit.

‘’Can I suck you off?’’ You look at him with your sweet, doe, innocent eyes, and he’s sure that if he doesn’t get inside you in these next few minutes he might burst in your hand.

‘’Next time baby, I promise. Alright? Really need to get inside you.’’ He runs his fingers through your head, and for a moment you two forget that this was supposed to be just a one night stand.

‘’Ok.’’ You smile and give him a peck before laying back to your previous position. Peter is quick to get up, going towards his wallet in his pants and coming back to bed with a condom already on his dick.

‘’Are you ok?’’ Peter caresses your cheek, pulling you deep into the moment with just his eyes. Just for a second, you forget that this is just a meaningless one night stand and that the guy on top of you is not the same boy you met when you moved to that building in queens. You get lost in his eyes for a moment before touching his lips, wanting to savor this moment before you wake up to an empty bed in the morning. Peter is the one closing the space between you two, kissing your forehead before pushing himself inside you.

‘’Fuck, you feel so good.’’ Peter leans and whispers to you before starting thrusting very slowly. Is this some type of punishment? You decide to take matters into your own hands, pulling Peter deep inside you by wrapping your legs around his back. Peter lets out a breathless moan before smirking at you. When he sees how your eyes went darker he starts thrusting hard and fast. You bite your lip to hold back your moans, but Peter shakes his head in disapproval before leaning down to capture your lips so that he can hear your sweet sounds. But that’s not really enough for Peter. He wants all the dorms to know you’re his. Even if it’s just for tonight.

‘’C’mon baby, I know you can do better than that. Are you really not gonna let me hear those pretty sounds?’’ You shake your head no, and hide your face in his neck. Peter then whispers in your ear.

‘’Well, I guess I’m gonna have to make you let out those heavenly little sounds myself.’’ Peter lifts your hips and puts your pillow under. He smirks at you when he sees your eyes widening when you realize what he had in mind. Peter puts your left leg on his shoulder, and thrusts hard on THAT spot. But you keep biting back your moans.

Some knowledge from when you two used to tell each other everything ran through his mind, you used to say it turned you on when guys grabbed your thighs during sexy times. So he does exactly that, pulling you even closer to where you two meet and leaving just the tip in before manhandling you on his dick like you weigh nothing.

‘’FUCK, Pete! Oh my god!’’ You now have your nails scratching Peter’s back, while he has the biggest grin ever. ‘’You’re so much better at this than I imagined. Fuckkkk’’ You arch your back, making Peter hit impossibly deeper. ‘’Mmmm please don’t stop, Pete! You’re so good at this!’’ Your endless praise makes Peter go feral. Knowing you had thought about this too just made this night the best of Peter’s life.

‘’Y/n, baby, I thought about this more times than I can remember.’’ He lets out a giggle before going to nip your neck.

‘’Mmmm fuck, I’m gonna cum!’’ You let out the most pornographic moan ever, surprising yourself and Peter.

‘’Cum for me, I’m- fuck, close too’’ You tight your muscles around him, letting yourself go and triggering his climax too. Peter falls on you, little drops of sweat on his forehead and his messy curly hair is now dripping wet.

‘’Pete, you’re crushing me!!’’ You try to push him off, making you two laugh.

‘’Nah, I’m gonna stay right here.’’ Peter kisses your cheek, and you wipe it off, making him dramatically gasp and roll to the side. ‘’How dare you?’’ You get up and gives him a peck.

‘’I gotta go to the bathroom, be right back!’’ He pulls you by your hand to kiss your forehead.

‘’I’ll be waiting!’’ He yells when he sees you closing the door and heading to the bathroom.

When you get back, you hear soft snores before opening your door and seeing Peter sleeping peacefully, but he needs to scooch so that you can fit in there too.

‘’Pete, you’re occupying the whole bed.’’ You giggle when you hear him groan and move to the side so that you can lay there too. ‘’Goodnight.’’ You kiss his forehead before turning your back to him, and suddenly feel strong hands pulling you closer by your waist and laying his head over your neck.

@kidney9-9 @selfcarecap @hollandlover19 @potayaa @wildxwidow @namoreno

[pockyyasii]

how is this sooo goooddd <333

Sometimes I like to think Peter confessed to trouble one night after randomly barging into her dorm room thru the window, bleeding in like 20 dif places, and while she’s frantic asking what the fuck happened looking for a med kit he’s high off adrenaline and is like “SPIDER-MAN. ME SPIDER-MAN.” and she’s just like “what the FUCK did you just say?!”

it makes me giggle

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😭😭😭 i could imagine this fr. like, he was on the brink of blacking out, bleeding out and dying and all he had was you because may is at minimum, thirty minutes away.

peter leaves a bloody handprint on your window when he pushes it open, then collapses to your floor while heaving for air. you nearly jump out of bed at the sound, terrified and ready to call peter because who the fuck entered your room through your window in the middle of the night?

except it’s spider-man, and you jump into action, getting to him in two steps and hitting the carpet with your knees.

grabbing his shoulder, ‘oh my god, oh my god, spider-man, are you okay?’ he’s not okay, he’s dying on your floor.

peter doesn’t have it in him to play pretend, he rips the mask off. you gasp and throw him back into the wall, peter groans.

‘what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, what the-‘

‘trouble, please.’

you run around, your mom packed you a first aid kit when you moved to college, you’ve never used it. now you need it, where the fuck is it?

‘what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, peter?’

he’s clutching his side, there’s so much blood.

‘this is why you’re not allowed to do this, you promise me right now you’ll stop.’

‘you know i can’t,’ he gasps for air, ‘do that.’

‘oh what the fuck, this isn’t happening. what the fuck, this is how you told me? i mean, what the fuck?!’

‘you’re doing a great job at handling it, super stellar.’

you throw a towel at him, he holds it to his worst laceration.

‘don’t you dare get upset with me, you’re the one leading a double life showing up to my fucking window at deaths door. jesus christ, peter. what the fuck!’

‘can i please get a bandaid?’

you find the kit, you tear the plastic and open it.

‘you need a fucking trauma unit.’

peter pulls out a roll of gauze, then motions towards his suit, ‘do me a favor and get me out of this.’

‘oh my god, am i dreaming? this isn’t real life, you’re not real.’

peter’s struggling to free himself, you help while dazed. your brain is melting. ‘is this a bad time to ask for an autograph?’

he stares at you. you blink back.

peter can’t believe he has to say it. ‘yes. it’s a terrible time.’

you pull the suit down to his hips, he’s cut a million different ways. ‘so, is that a no?’

peter wraps the gauze around his arm and tears it with his teeth, the sight makes your heart thump, he looks up at you. ‘don’t you dare get turned on right now, that’s sadistic.’

‘you’re hot when you’re bloody.’

‘oh, jesus christ. fucking cauterize me and you can live out your fantasies.’

you grab a handful of bandaids and a tube of neosporin. ‘on it.’

[shawnxstyles]

tom holland

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➪ one shots: (oldest to newest)

✘ princess’s orders [bodyguard!tom] (r)

↳ summary: on the night of your 18th birthday, forbidden feelings are admitted and stars are seen. even though you can’t be together for the future, that can’t stop you from living in the present.

✘ fireball [dark!tom] (r)

↳ summary: the cops get called at a party you didn’t want to go to, but luckily, tom takes you to somewhere safe and sound where no one can hear you.

✘ rough-up [dom!tom] (r)

↳ summary: tom overhears you say that he’s never made you come. shocked, he becomes determined to make it happen.

✘ come back…be here [famous!tom] (r)

↳ summary: tom has to film a movie in london while you have to stay and work in new york.

✘ prank? more like spank [soft dom!tom] (r)

↳ summary: you to prank your boyfriend tom that you got a vaginal piercing. once you break the news, he has to see for himself.

✘ green and gold [famous!best friend!tom] (r)

↳ summary: tom invites you to the brothers trust charity event that you didn’t really want to go to. when tom confronts your distance, years of pent-up feelings are unraveled along with some clothes to make up for all the time you lost.

✘ the list [frat!tom] (r)

↳ summary: your partner leaves in an emergency, leaving you alone at the frat house. thinking it’s just you, you decide to snoop through tom’s belongings to try to find his rumored list.

✘ free session [gym!tom] (r)

↳ summary: when tom finally comes back to the gym after being hurt, you decide to show him what a free session is all about.

✘ man-handled [mafia!tom]

↳ summary: you get a little caught up in your boyfriend’s muscly arms and can’t help but imagine what it would be like if he man-handled you.

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➪ blurbs: (oldest to newest)

✘ glory girl [soft dom!tom]

✘ soaked bikini [light spanking] (r)

✘ sunday morning [eating tom’s ass] (r)

✘ sunday morning (remix) [tom eating pussy] (r)

✘ talkative [ceo!tom] (r)

✘ rider [non-specific] (r)

✘ sick [boyfriend!tom] (r)

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Tom

frat!tom cause why not

warnings: 18+ smut (protected, for once sdfghj)

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you cursed silently when another cold breeze hit you––you had no idea why you hadn’t brought a sweater tonight but you were inevitably paying the price. you felt your heart rate quicken when you noticed a familiar face making it’s way towards you on the deck.

“should have told me you were coming darling, would have loved to see you sooner.” tom. you and tom had a very flirty relationship, but nothing ever happened between the two of you––maybe because you just liked to see how eager he would get.

though you loved to see his curls, he did look good with a cap on. he was wearing a blue cap, backwards, a tight black t-shirt and a pair of jeans––the bottle of beer in his hand attracting your eyes to the veins going down his arm, the slight red tint to his knuckles as he gripped the bottle. 

you shrugged, “was a last minute decision.” 

his lip quirked up as he scanned your body shamelessly, eyes catching on your nipples straining through your shirt, the way your hand was running up and down your opposite arm and you felt another shiver run through your body––this time not from the cold.

he dragged his eyes back up to yours, “you cold?” 

your voice was small, “freezing, actually.” 

he licked his lips, his eyes becoming a shade darker as he stepped closer to you, a twinkle in his gaze. “want me to warm you up?” 

you looked into his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. what the hell, right? “okay.” 

he paused at first, shocked that you agreed so quickly––you would always blow him off, tease him, play this cat and mouse game. but now that you were actually giving him a chance? he didn’t know what to do with himself. he blinked then smiled and reached a hand out. “come on then.” 

he took your hand in his and walked you inside, leading you up to his room, setting his beer down along the way. 

it wasn’t long before you were both in his bed, your pants and his shirt off, his hand between your thighs as he lied down next to you, leaning on his arm to watch you. 

he looked at you, his eyes wide and falsely innocent as his fingers continued to thrust into you slowly, his thumb rubbing your clit. “is it working? am i warming you up?”

you let out a slightly shaky breath and rolled your hips into his touch. “you’re getting there, yeah.”

he smirked and leaned in to whisper, “good,” before slotting his lips with yours. his mouth was moving fervently, you could taste the beer on his lips just he could taste your drink on yours. neither of you were drunk, of course, but you had had a few sips throughout the night. if anything, as cheesy as it sounds, you felt drunk on tom at the moment. he was hitting all the right spots, his lips moving in sync with yours as if they belonged together.

his fingers started thrusting faster, his thumb applying more pressure as he rubbed circled onto your bundle of nerves. you gasped into the kiss and he smiled, biting your lip before pulling away. 

“let me hear those pretty moans, yeah? 

to his pleasure, his words only pulled more sounds from you, your hips circling and grinding into his hand as you gripped the sheets. 

“so fucking pretty, aren’t you? god––” your head tipped back and your breaths became heavier, your eyes shut. “you gonna cum?” when you nodded, too lost in the pleasure to answer verbally, he smiled. “that’s it, cum on my fingers. wanna feel you.” 

soon enough, you were cumming, your lips parted to let out a string of moans and calls of tom’s name, which he ate right up. the sight of you and the feel of you were enough to make him want to burst. 

when your body went lax and you turned your head to look at him with a smile, he leaned in and gave you a long, wet kiss, before sliding his two fingers inside your mouth, watching with a dropped jaw as you sucked him clean. he slid his digits in and out teasingly slow, getting lost in the look in your eyes before taking his hand away and biting his lip.

“do you wanna sit on my face?” his voice dropped down to a whisper, “cause i know that i would love for you to ride my tongue.” 

“fuck––”

he smirked, “i’ll take that as a yes, then?”

you nodded and let him undress you, his pupils dilating as he took in the view. his hands were gentle, smoothing over your body, tracing your curves curiously and clearly aroused. when you were bare you reached up towards his head. “i’ll be taking this then,” you took his hat and placed it on your own head and the sight made him curse. 

“fuck, get on me. right now.” 

he lied down and you bit your lip, straddling his face. you hovered just above him and looked down. “are you sure i won’t hurt––” you cut yourself off with a gasp as he brought his hands to your thighs and pulled you down directly on his mouth. “shit––”

he wasted no time, groaning as he tasted you, his tongue making its way all over your already sensitive pussy, his hands holding you down. you moaned and grabbed onto his hair with one hand and the headboard with the other. 

you looked down at him, already breathless and smiled. “didn’t know you were such a giver, tommy.” 

he moaned and grabbed your ass with one hand tentatively and you could tell that he was silently asking––”you can smack it if you want to.” 

you could feel his lips curve up underneath you as he paused to see your reaction as his hand lifted off of you and came back down, hard––the sound echoing through the room despite the music blasting outside the door. you moaned breathlessly and smiled down at him, moving your hips in a circle. 

he smacked your ass again and stuck his tongue out and you took the hint, grinding yourself down on his face. he moved his head along with you, letting you take over. he watched in awe as you swiveled your hips with purpose, pants and whines falling from your mouth as you sped up and pressed yourself down harder, tom’s hands guiding you and grabbing your ass generously as you did so. 

your moans got louder and louder, your hips losing their rhythm, becoming more frantic and messy as tom helped you––soon your back was arching, eyes rolling back as your thighs trembled around his head, his lips wrapped around your clit. 

you let out a shaky breath and a broken whine as tom continued to swipe his tongue through your folds. when you caught your breath, you lifted your way off of his face on somewhat shaky limbs, trying not to moan out loud at the sight of him licking his lips almost hungrily. 

he sat up and gave you a sweet kiss, placing a hand on your cheek as he pulled away to look at you. “do you want to go further? we could stop right now if you want.”

you smiled, bringing a hand down to grab his bulge through his jeans, making him sigh. you leaned in so that your lips were grazing his teasingly. “i want you to fuck me tommy.” you blinked up at him innocently, “do you not want––”

he cut you off with a passionate kiss, his hands pulling you closer to him and you giggled, making him smile against your lips before pulling away to hastily undress himself. he grabbed a condom from his nightstand and stroked himself before putting it on and when he looked back at you he let out a quiet fuck. 

you were lying there, your legs spread, your fingers rubbing your clit slowly, his hat on your head, as you waited patiently for him. “you’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”

you laughed, and cheesy enough, it was like music to his ears. you tilted your head and bucked your hips, letting a quiet moan fall from your lips as you looked at him. “what do you mean?” 

his eyes darkened and he quickly made his way onto the bed, pulling you closer to him by your thighs, unfortunately knocking the cap off, making you gasp lightly as you looked up into his eyes. he swiped his member through your folds, adoring the way you reacted to his touch. 

“you want me to fuck this pretty pussy?” 

you swallowed and nodded, “please.” 

he smirked and slid himself in slowly, letting you feel every inch as he glided into your wet pussy. “fuck––” his mouth fell open at the pleasure that shot down his spine. he pulled out almost all the way before sliding back in and bottoming out and you both let out moans together at the feeling. 

your hands came up to hold his biceps and with one glance at your blissed out expression, he knew he wasn’t going to last long. he pressed his thumb down on your clit, rubbing the way you needed and sped up his hips. he was grunting, panting and cursing as he chased both of your peaks. 

“feel like fucking heaven, love.” you moaned loudly and he took the hint, showering you in more praise as he worked the both of you up. “so good for me, look and feel amazing. god this pussy is so wet for me. so fucking tight.” 

when your nails started to dig into his arms, your legs tightening around him, he leaned over you, pressing his lips against yours as he rubbed your clit faster and pounded into you desperately. 

“that’s it, cum baby.” 

you kissed messily and fiercely as you both tipped over the edge, tongues and teeth clashing as you panted, moaning out as you bucked your hips together. a few more leisure pumps, and tom was pulling out, giving you a sated smile, which you happily reciprocated. 

after cleaning up, putting his boxers back on and giving you his shirt to put on, you both settled into bed, his arm wrapped around your middle, your hand tracing the veins on his forearm. 

his eyes were hesitant as he looked over at you. “do––do you maybe want to stay over?”

you paused, before a shy smile made it’s way to your face. “y–yeah. yeah i’d like that.” 

he held you tighter and you nuzzled into him contently, ready to shut your eyes, unsure of what this meant for the two of you, but you weren’t scared to find out. 

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pool party and frat!richkid tom with ”They’re hitting on you.” 

You got it babe! Sorry it took me so long, I just needed a little week off but I am back not and more and more fics are incoming. Hope you enjoy, let me know what you thought, love you xxx

First Mate

67 - “They’re hitting on you.”

Pairing: Frat!Tom x Reader

Warnings: Jealousy

Summary: Tom throws a party with special plans for you and him, unfortunately someone else also has their eye on you

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Summer of Love Prompts

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One of the first things you’d learned about Tom was that he really excelled with coming up with stupid party themes. It would have been a totally useless talent if he didn’t live in a frat, where stupid parties happened every other night. His latest idea was a nautical themed party which he called his ‘Get Nauti’ party, you found it all incredibly cheesy. Nevertheless you agreed to be the first mate of the party, even though you weren’t really sure what that meant. It was just that when Tom looked at you with his big puppy dog eyes you found it nearly impossible to say no.

“(y/n)!” Tom ran out front as soon as he saw your car arrive, he was wearing only a pair of short, teal swim trunks, and a captain’s hat. He looked good, really good, it was always a good day when you got to see Tom parade around shirtless, “There’s my first mate.”

You smiled back at him, “Hi Tom.”

“This is for you,” he placed another matching captain’s hat on your head and looked you up and down. You’d picked up a new bikini for the occasion, white with small blue flowers covering it. You’d felt great when you put it on at the store but his gaze made you nervous and squirmy, “You look great.”

“Thanks,” you adjusted the hat, making sure it was secure on your head, “So what are my duties as first mate?”

“There’s just one actually, you’ve got to help me win the flip cup tournament,” he smiled hopefully at you.

You groaned, “I’ve got to drive home tonight Tom, I can’t get wasted.”

‘You can stay with me,” he grabbed both of your hands, “Please? Haz and I need you, you’re the best flip cup player I know.”

You hummed, pretending to really weigh your options, “Fine, but only because you appealed to my ego.”

He grinned ear to ear, “Thank you darling, I owe you.”

“Yeah you do,” you agreed, “I’m gonna have to steal some clothes for bed though, I didn’t bring anything else.”

“Not even a sweater?” he clicked his tongue and tossed his arm over your shoulders as he walked you inside, “How irresponsible of you.”

“School years over Tom, I don’t have to be responsible again until the fall.”

“Really? Planning on having a totally wild summer love?”

“Yeah, totally,” you laughed, “And guess who has to babysit?”

“Well unfortunately I’m also planning on having a really wild summer so I guess Haz will have to babysit us both,” he waved to Harrison and some other boys as you stepped into the living room, “You got the tournament all set up Haz?”

Harrison nodded, “Yeah, everything’s good to go.”

“Wonderful,” Tom beamed, “Hope you’re both ready to win.”

“It’s about having fun Tom,” Harrison teased, “Let’s not get too competitive.”

“Only losers complain about things being too competitive,” Tom bit back, “You’re with me right darling?”

You nodded, “Always.”

“That’s my girl,” he smiled proudly.

The frat began to fill up quickly, everytime you glanced towards the door more and more people were piling inside. Soon the place was packed and the entire block was lined with cars. Music was pounding and every table, counter, and window sill was lined with beer cans and plastic cups. Tom kept you close to him like always, and Harrison ended up introducing you to some friends he’d invited from work. They were nice enough, but of course Tom was the only one holding your attention.

“Shit,” Tom glanced down at his phone, “Tournaments supposed to start in just a few, I’ve got to slip away for just a moment but I’ll be back alright?”

You nodded, “Yeah, no problem.”

You watched as he grabbed Harrison and they slipped away into the crowd, leaving you alone with Harrison’s friends. You stood awkwardly for a moment, your eyes darting down to the cup of water in your hand. That was when one of the boys, you were pretty sure his name was Hunter, decided to start talking to you.

“So are you and Tom, like, together?” he asked.

“Oh, uh, no,” you flushed, “We’re just friends.”

“Cool,” he nodded, “So you’re single then?” he raised a brow hopefully.

You were tempted to tell him no, because you weren’t interested in getting hit on by him in the least, but you ended up nodding, “Yeah.”

“Cool, me too,” he grinned at you, “I like your hat by the way.”

“Thanks, Tom got it for me,” you pursed your lips, “Hunter right?”

He nodded, “Yeah, and you’re (y/n).”

Hunter was cute enough, a muscular boy with short blond hair and a cocky smile, but he wasn’t nearly as cute as Tom, and you could already tell he wasn’t as charming either.

“That’s me,” you took a long drink of your water, “I should probably go meet up with the boys actually, we’re all on a team together.”

“Too bad, I totally would have had you on my team,” his eyes wandered up and down your body, “Hopefully we’ll end up playing each other.”

“Yeah, hopefully,” you agreed before spinning on your heels.

You scanned the party in search of Tom, Harrison, or any of your other friends. You spotted Harrison just outside of the back door and began pacing towards him. Outside people were gathering around a large folding table where the flip cup tournament would take place, and Tom was attempting to get the first two teams ready to play.

“I can’t believe he set up a whole tournament for this,” you mumbled, crossing your arms as you joined Harrison by the backdoor.

“I think he just did it because he wants to have bragging rights all summer,” Harrison chuckled and glanced down at you, “Couldn’t stay away huh?”

“Actually one of your friend’s started hitting on me,” you explained.

“I see,” he smirked, “Which one?”

“Hunter.”

“Ah, yeah you’re definitely his type,” he glanced back towards Tom, “But I guess he’s not really yours is he?”

You shook your head, “Definitely not.”

Harrison bit his cheek and smiled knowingly to himself, “He’s got us up next, you ready?”

“Come on Haz, you know I’m never the one dragging us down.”

“Tom hasn’t drank anything today, he should be good to go,” Harrison chuckled, waving to Tom as he blew a whistle for the two teams to start.

Harrison’s work friends came to join you both outside as the boys at the table began pounding back their beers. Hunter moved next to you, standing a way too close for someone who just met you.

“They’re not half bad,” he commented as the second players picked up their cups, “Not as good as though.”

“I wouldn’t plan on getting too far tonight,” Harrison smirked, “We’ve got a pretty unbeatable team lined up, right (y/n)?”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, too busy watching Tom to really pay attention to what they were talking about, “Totally.”

Tom was having fun playing referee, but his eyes kept darting back to you and Harrison. He watched as Harrison’s friends gathered around you two and Hunter leaned in towards you. He was way too close for Tom’s liking, so Tom ran back to your little group and cut between you two, setting a hand on your back as he spoke.

“Hope you two are ready, we’re about to be up,” he smiled at you and Harrison.

You grinned, “I think you should be asking yourself that Tommy.”

“Don’t worry about me darling, I’ll be just fine,” he assured you, “Hunter you should take notes, maybe you’ll actually be able to win a round.”

“A round? I’m planning on taking the whole thing,” he smiled cockily.

“Oh I’m sure you’ll give it your best try,” Tom ran the back of his fingers up your spine before his hand left you. One of the teams playing flipped their final cup and began yelling excitedly, Tom was quick to usher you away, “Come on, come on, let’s go.”

“Calm down Tom,” you laughed, “It’s been like five seconds since they won.”

“Yes well I’m very eager,” he pinched your side playfully as you approached the table, “Now get your game face on darling, they need to know how serious we are about this.”

Tom, Harrison, and you all lined up on one side of the table with you in the middle of the two boys.. Things were tense, you were up against one of Tom’s frat brothers and a set of twins from a local sorority. Each of you set your cup on the edge of the table and filled it with your drink of choice. The entire time you were setting up Tom was watching Hunter watch you, Hunter’s eyes hadn’t left you for even a second, and it was starting to get under Tom’s skin.

“Tom,” you nudged his side when you noticed him staring off at the crowd, “You good?”

Everyone was ready to go, just waiting for Tom to blow the whistle and start the game. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment and he cleared his throat before speaking.

“Yeah, sorry,” he blew the whistle around his neck and yelled, “Go!”

Harrison was up first, he downed his drink and managed to flip his cup in two tries, giving you a decent advantage. You matched his speed, downing your drink and flipping your cup on your second try. Tom was faster than chugging than both of you, but he always fell apart when it came to actually flipping the cup. You bit your lip nervously as he began, watching him flip the cup three times before he came close, finally he got it on his fifth try, just a second before the girl across from him landed hers.

“Yay!” you cheered, holding your hand up to high five both of the boys, “I’ve never seen you get it that fast Tom.”

“I’ve been practicing,” he winked and snatched both of your cups off the table and glanced over your shoulder. Hunter was still watching you, and the last thing he wanted was for you to walk back over there so he could hit on you, “You want to help me referee the next round?”

You shook your head, “That’s alright, you have your fun Tom, I’m happy to wait on the sidelines.”

“Ah, come on love, I’ll let you blow the whistle,” he tried to tempt you, dangling the whistle in front of your face.

“Ew, it’s got your mouth germs all over it,” you laughed and pushed it away.

“Oh what? So now you don’t like my mouth germs?” he grinned.

You rolled your eyes, “No, I’m gonna go wait with Haz alright?”

“Alright,” he pursed his lips, watching you return to the crowd with Harrison.

Hunter was on you in a second, congratulating you on your win and cracking shitty jokes. Tom was happy to see that none of his poor attempts to make you laugh seemed to be working, but he still didn’t like watching you two together. He had plans for how the night was going to go. You would win the tournament together and then Tom would kiss you, prompting a long and loving relationship between the two of you that would eventually develop into a marriage with three, maybe four kids, and a few dogs. Hunter didn’t have a place in Tom’s big life plans, and he certainly wasn’t about to make room for him either.

“You want another drink sweetheart?” Hunter peaked down at your empty cup, again standing too close to you.

You fought your urge to roll your eyes at the pet name and shook your head, “I’m good, I don’t want to get too drunk before the tournament ends.”

“Ah, strategizing,” he nodded, “Good plan, unfortunately I don’t have that kind of self control,” he raised his glass towards you.

“Is that something for you to brag about?” you chuckled.

“I think that was more of a confession than a brag,” he bit his cheek, “I don’t think anyone brags about a lack of self control.”

Tom watched as you started to laugh with Hunter, a real, genuine, heartfelt laugh. That was the last straw for him. He clenched his hands at his side and cleared his throat before he went stomping towards you.

“Hey, Hunter, you and your friends are up next alright?” Tom slapped a hand on his back much harder than he needed to, “You should probably start getting ready.”

“Uh, yeah, totally,” he agreed, “We’ll get up there.”

“Good call,” he waved to him as he walked away and stepped in to fill the spot at your side, “Harrison do you mind reffing this round?” he pulled the whistle from his neck and passed it over to Harrison.

“Sure,” Harrison took the whistle from him with a smirk.

You frowned, “Really? You seemed like you were having fun.”

“I was, but I’d rather hang out with you,” he shrugged, watching as Harrison started blowing the whistle and giving orders, “Having fun with the boys huh?”

You shrugged, “Sure, they’re fine.”

“They’re hitting on you,” he blurted out, his cheeks flushing pink as he waited for you to say something, you just seemed confused so he continued, “Well not all of them, but Hunter is.”

“I know, I’m not totally oblivious Tom,” you stated plainly, giving no indication as to whether you enjoyed the boys flirting or not.

“Well are you into it or..?” he pressed.

You locked eyes with him, he was smiling but he seemed annoyed. It almost seemed like jealousy, but it was hard to tell because you’d never seen Tom jealous before. If he was jealous though, it’d mean he felt the same way as you did. The thought made you feel giddy and hopeful, so you decided to play a little coy to see if you could confirm your suspicions.

“Do you two have beef or something?” you cocked your head innocently.

“What? No, of course not,” he rolled his eyes, making it extremely obvious that there was something more there, “Just, you know, might be a little awkward when he finds out you’re going to be sleeping in my bed tonight.”

You laughed, “Well I wasn’t planning on going home with him or anything, but if I was, I probably wouldn’t tell him that.”

“Well if you were planning on seeing him at all he probably wouldn’t like how close we are just in general,” Tom hummed.

You two both fell silent, but the look in his eyes made you feel like he was interrogating you. Your gut told you it was jealousy, but part of you thought that was just wishful thinking on your part, that you were just seeing what you wanted to see.

“Are you?” Tom questioned after you didn’t respond, lifting his brows while he waited for your response.

“Am I what?” you frowned.

“Planning on sleeping with him?” he continued.

“No, I just told you I wasn’t.”

“Good,” he nodded and crossed his arms and turned back to the game.

You knit your brows and dragged your eyes away from him. Hunter’s team blew the other out of the water, having all three cups flipped before they even finished their second. The three boys jumped and cheered and began high fiving one another before returning to the sidelines. As soon as Hunter approached you Tom’s arm slipped around your waist and drew you closer to him.

“Told you we were pretty good right?” Hunter grinned as he approached you.

“That was pretty good,” you nodded in agreement.

Tom wore a tight lipped smile, his eyes narrowed at the boy in front of him, “It was decent.”

Again it seemed like Tom was jealous, but you wanted to be sure that it was really jealousy and not just him being protective or something. So you decided to play it up, just a little bit, hoping he would do or say something that would confirm your suspicions.

“Hey Hunter, I think I’ll take you up on that drink now,” you smiled up at him and pulled Tom’s hand off of your waist.

Tom’s eyes widened just a tad while Hunter’s lit up excitedly, “Cool, let’s go grab a drink then.”

“Come on,” you nodded for him to follow you inside.

You tried to watch Tom watch you but it was hard to keep your eyes on him with Hunter hovering so close to you. You made sure to giggle extra hard at everything he said and set your hand on his arm while he walked you back outside. You spotted Tom right away, he was watching the door, obviously waiting for you to return. He tensed when he spotted your hand on his arm, his eyes narrowed to a glare as you two approached him. He reached out for you as soon as you were near him, setting his arm over your shoulders and drawing you in close.

“How’s your drink?” he hummed.

“Fine,” you swirled your cup and took a small sip, “Did you know Hunter’s on the water polo team?”

“Wow water polo? Really? How fascinating,” he stated plainly.

You were sure he was jealous now, he had to be, there was no other reason he’d be acting so rude to one of Harrison’s friends.

“Tom I need you to take over man,” Harrison came jogging to you, shoving the whistle back into Tom’s hands, “I need a bathroom break before we’re up again.”

Tom’s cheeks tinted pink and he nodded, “Come up with me darling, everyone likes having a pretty judge,” he pulled you away with him before you had a chance to answer, promptly ending your time with Hunter.

You were smiling as he dragged you back over to the table where the game was being plaid. On the table there was a small clipboard with a list of the different teams and rounds that were supposed to be played that night. Tom plucked it off the table as people began lining up for the next round. He started scribbling away on the board, blowing the whistle without even glancing upwards. You frowned and tried to peek at what he was doing.

“Why are you changing things now?” you questioned.

“Well I just thought you might like to play against Hunter’s team next round,” he smiled bitterly at you, “Since you two are just best pals now.”

You frowned, “Best pals? I just grabbed a drink with him.”

“And you said you weren’t planning on sleeping with him,” he scoffed.

“I’m not,” it was hard not for you to smile or laugh, “I’m planning on sleeping in your bed remember?”

He locked eyes with you for a moment, “Good, you can tell him when we play each other, we’re heading up next.”

“Next?” you raised a brow.

He nodded, “Yeah, I’m really eager to go again,” he set the clipboard down and turned his attention to the people playing, “Come on Josh! I know you can drink faster than that!”

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms before you started to cheer for some of the boys with him. It wasn’t like you were trying to piss him off or something, just figure out if he was jealous or not. A wave of guilt hit you and you began to worry that you might have seriously upset him.

“Tom,” you grabbed his arm, “When Harrison gets back I need to talk to you for a second, privately.”

He hummed and shook his head, “No can do love, we’re playing next round.”

“Tom come on, just leave the roster how it is,” you attempted to take the clipboard from his hands but he wouldn’t budge, “People are gonna get mad if you start changing it now.”

“Too bad, my party, my rules,” he smiled smugly at you

“Throwing the party doesn’t give you an excuse to be a dick,” you bit back.

“Oh yeah, I’m being such an asshole,” he rolled his eyes, “I’m not the one who’s been flirting with some douche all night.”

“So?” you knew you should probably drop it there but you didn’t, you wanted to hear him say it out loud, “What’s wrong with a little harmless flirting?”

His eyes narrowed to a glare, “You already know what.”

“No I-”

“Great job guys!” Tom cut you off and clapped Josh on the back as his team one, “Amazing really. Okay next up it’s gonna be me, Haz, and (y/n), against Phil, Travis, and,” he cleared his throat, “Hunter.”

Harrison frowned at him from the sidelines, “Uh, I thought there were still a couple groups ahead of us.”

“Well you know, things change Haz, we’re up now,” he gave a tight lipped smile, “Come on boys, we don’t have all night.”

Everyone that was gathered to watch the game seemed confused, and your face flushed with embarrassment as you stepped up to the side of the table. You were in the middle of Tom and Harrison again, with Hunter standing right across from you. He winked at you as he topped off his cup.

“Hope you aren’t too crushed when we beat you sweetheart,” he purred.

“Shove off Hunter,” Tom scoffed, “Everybody ready?”

“No, everyone’s still filling their cups Tom, calm down,” Harrison looked him over and raised a brow in concern, “You alright mate?”

“Yes, I just want to win,” he huffed.

“Right…” Harrison glanced at you and then back to Tom, “You just seem a little tense.”

“I’m good,” he replied dryly.

“We’re all good over here,” Hunter spoke up again once his teammates had both topped off their cups, “So we’re ready whenever you guys are.”

“Great. Haz are you ready?”

Harrison nodded, “Sure.”

Tom blew the whistle without another word, and watched silently as Harrison chugged his glass. He drank faster than the boy across from him, but took three tries to flip his cup, so you were only a second ahead when you lifted the glass to your mouth. You chugged as fast as you could and managed to flip your cup on your first try. Tom was able to start far before their final teammate, and while he chugged fast, you could tell right away he was going to slip up when it came to actually flipping his cup. He always did when he got too competitive or drunk, he’d tense up and end up flipping the cup way too hard. Normally it was funny, but he seemed genuinely angry now, and you felt awful. You watched as he flipped his cup again and again, he wasn’t even close by the time the boy across from him finished chugging his glass, losing any advantage you had.

They ended up beating you, right away they started to cheer and tease. Harrison high fived them all but Tom didn’t. Normally he was a good sport, but tonight he had no interest. He just passed the whistle over to Josh and declared him the new referee before disappearing inside the house.

“Tommy…” you sighed as you watched him leave, debating whether you should go after him. Of course you wanted to, but you were worried he wouldn’t want you around if he was upset with you.

“You did great,” Hunter complimented, “Too bad Tom blew your lead, but good for me so…”

You rolled your eyes and shoved right past him to go find Tom. He was retreating up the stairs when you entered the house, undoubtedly heading for his bedroom. You followed after, pushing through the crowd as quickly as you could.

“Tom?” you rapped gently at his door, “Can I come in?”

For a second it was quiet, then he swung the door open, “Look I’m not feeling great (y/n), I’m just gonna call it a night okay?”

“Tom please don’t, you were super excited about this party, you shouldn’t miss it,” you tried tugging him out of his room, “Come on, I’ll go home if you don’t want to see me.”

He furrowed his brows, “I don’t want you to go home I-” he stopped himself mid sentence and cocked his head, “I’m not upset with you (y/n).”

You blushed again, “It’s okay if you are Tom.”

“I’m not, of course I’m not,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “Tonight’s just not going how I thought it would.”

“Well, do you want to talk about it?” you tried stepping closer, but he didn’t open the door for you.

He stared at you for a minute, his mouth hanging open before he finally nodded, “Yeah, kind of. I’m sorry I snapped at you back there, you’re a grown woman, you can flirt with whoever you want, I just…” he trailed off and sighed, “I just get protective.”

“Just protective?” you pushed, “It kind of seemed like maybe that wasn’t all you were feeling…”

He let out another deep sigh, his eyes darting away from you as he spoke, “I mean what do you want me to say here (y/n)? I think I made it kind of obvious.”

You were both quiet for a moment. He had nothing to be jealous about, and you wanted to tell him that, but actually spitting out was harder than you thought it would be.

“Maybe we could just sit down for a minute?” you suggested softly.

He nodded and opened his door the rest of the way so you could follow him inside. Sitting on his night stand he had two water bottles and a couple of snacks.

“I wanted to be ready in case we both got hammered,” he explained as he sat on the edge of his bed, “So I brought some stuff up here earlier.”

“That’s really sweet,” you smiled as you sat beside him, “Tom I’m really sorry.”

“I don’t want you to be sorry (y/n),” he groaned, “You’re my best friend, I just want you to be happy okay?”

“I know, but I shouldn’t have done that…” you bit your cheek, “I shouldn’t have flirted with him, I didn’t realize it would make you so upset. I was just trying to figure out if you were, you know, jealous.”

“I was very jealous,” he popped his knuckles nervously, “I had this whole plan for tonight. I wanted to have that stupid tournament so we could win and then I could kiss you and it’d be this whole big thing,” he chuckled, “It sounds sort of stupid when I say it out loud, I was just trying to be romantic.”

“That’s really cute Tom, I would have liked that a lot,” you fiddled with your hands nervously, “I hope you know that I’m not into him, like, at all. I was just trying to figure out if you were jealous or not so I would know if you felt the same way as I do.”

“(y/n) I am totally crazy about you,” he slipped a hand over yours.

“I’m crazy about you too,” you squeezed his hand and your eyes darted to his lips, you wanted to kiss him but you weren’t sure if you should, “So what now?”

His tongue darted out over his lips while he stared down at yours. Without another word he set his hand on your cheek and leaned in towards you. He pressed his lips to yours gingerly, they were soft and he was gentle. He tasted like cheap beer, something that would have disgusted you if he were anyone else, but you were so happy just to be kissing him you didn’t care.

Finally you separated, Tom hovered close though, keeping his lips just centimeters from yours, “I want you to be my girlfriend, you know, if that’s cool with you.”

“That depends,” you bit your lips, “Is there gonna be more kissing involved?”

He nodded and gave you another quick peck, “Loads.”

“Well in that case, I’m in,” you wrapped your arms around his neck to draw him even closer, “You wanna go be the annoying couple that makes out in the middle of the party?”

He hummed, “As fun as that sounds, I think I’d rather spend the rest of the night up here, just you and me.”

“That sounds nice. We could throw on a movie, snuggle a little,” you agreed, “I still wanna steal some of your clothes though, it gets chilly up here.”

“Sounds perfect,” he pecked your lips again with a smile, “I’ll grab you a sweater, but keep the hat on, I think it’s sexy.”

You laughed as he rose from the bed, “Alright, whatever floats your boat captain.”

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[silkscream]

I would like to order a sangria (so cute!). A very cocky frat Tom Holland smut with a reader that hates him, but he seduces her. Involves a blowjob and him being dominant and arrogant. :)

MINORS DNI

warnings: smut (18+), degradation, dacryphilia kind of, bullying-ish, slight dubcon?, alcohol use, oral sex m receiving, mean!tom

he was obsessed with you.

obsessed with you for the sheer fact that you wouldn’t give him the time of day. refused to, actually, because from your end, whatever you felt for tom holland could be encapsulated in a small ball of rage. he thinks he might be fucked in the head for having all that hatred turn him on. every grimace and every turned cheek made him want to try harder.

you hated entitled assholes, so when frat boy tom holland decided to push his existence into your life, you decided that you hated him too.

of course, he can’t help but tease you. poke fun at the little skirts you wear by pinching the flesh of your thighs during lecture hall. he just loves to sit next to you before anyone else can. it means he can watch your pretty little face concentrate as you take notes. it means he can watch you squirm just the slightest bit from his harassment.

tom is never too mean. he pushes your boundaries, sure, but he leaves you alone the minute you’re about to blow your fuse.

at the moment, he’s definitely pushing it. throughout the night, he manages to be near you at all times, which you’d find downright absurd if you had a clearer state of mind, but the alcohol in your system was making everything a bit blurrier.

“are you stalking me?” you nearly spit when he gets you alone.

“huh?” he scoffs. “oh, you think you’re so special, don’t you?”

“i must be considering you never leave me the fuck alone.”

“you must be an idiot if you don’t understand why.”

“what the fuck are you ta—” you get rudely interrupted by his mouth on yours. his hands descend down your sides and settles on your hips as he pulls you closer to his body, and as he has you against the hallway wall, you find yourself grinding your hips against his.

“get the hint, loser?” he sneers.

you’re speechless. so speechless and dumb and drunk and morbidly curious, which is why you let him lead you to an empty bedroom.

it doesn’t take long for you to have your mouth around his cock. you hate him. you do. maybe this was just one way to shut him up. maybe.

but you can’t lie to yourself and say that him fucking your mouth right now isn’t so goddamn hot. you’re nearly leaking out of your panties from the way he grabs a fistful of your hair, neck reeling back just for your mouth to be met with his thick cock again.

“such a good little slut, huh? i didn’t think you had it in you,” tom taunts. you groan in response, tongue pressing hard against his shaft.

“fuck, just like that. yeah. your pretty mouth was just made for me, huh? you don’t know how many times i’ve gotten off thinking about you on your knees like this.”

you whine more, realizing how desperate you are for him. your saliva runs down your mouth as tears begin to prick your eyes from how hard you’re deepthroating him.

“shit, don’t look at me like that, angel,” he groans. “wanna cum in your sweet pussy instead.”

you gasp when he releases his thick cock from your mouth. you take a moment to breathe.

“tommy.”

“what, what is it, baby?” he coos. his smile is genuine. for the first time, he looks almost… kind. his brown eyes are full of adoration at your fucked out face and smudged makeup, tear stains decorating your cheeks.

“i want it. want you,” you mumble.

he wipes the remnants of your tears, hands caressing your cheeks. his grin grows bigger, canines sharp and all. “aww, baby. of course you do.”

[mrs-hollandstan]

Cuddling with frat-tom instead of going to a party? And Tom telling his girl "better stay here in the warmth, what do you think princess?"

🥺🥺🥺

You smile at the sight of your frat boy in your tiny dorm room bed. You glance over your shoulder at the frat house, looming over the other buildings on campus, a strobe light out front, reflecting different colors off of the house itself. 

When you turn back, Tom glances up, eyes sparkling in wonder at what you’re doing. His head cocks slightly, hand still buried in the popcorn bowl. He presses the spacebar on your laptop, pausing the movie playing on it,

“What?” You shake your head,

“Nothing… you just look… very domesticated. It’s nice.” You tell him, drawing your curtain, cutting out the sight of toxicity just the other side of campus. He hums, shoving his handful of popcorn into his mouth. His eyes drop to the screen again as you near him, slithering between you and the laptop, head coming to rest over his bicep. He sighs, kissing the back of your head and wrapping his free arm around your body. He hums,

“It is nice. I don’t have a splitting headache from the music and I don’t smell like alcohol and I can go to bed at a decent time if I so like to.” He explains to you. You smile, kissing his wrist, snuggling down into him as you watch the opening credits persist,

“Oh yeah? Your priorities are so in line.” 

“Hey… at least I’m not the one wearing a skimpy dress in below freezing weather. Rather stay in here where it's warm, watch these movies and cuddle with you.” He murmurs in your ear. You smile, titling your head back to look at him. He smiles, leaning in to kiss his nose, 

“That’s really sweet T.” You tell him. His smile widens before his lips are on yours. You kiss him back, and before you know it, he’s sitting up a little straighter, your body perched between his legs, back to his chest. He drags popcorn from the bowl between your legs, reaching over his head to flip the lightswitch off. You rest your head against his shoulder, holding your bowl up before you’re dragging the blanket across the two of you,

“Why are you in the frat if you hate it so much?” You ask him softly. He hums,

“It didn’t used to be so bad. The older brothers when I joined a year and a half ago weren’t terrible like they are now.” 

“You think you’ll leave?” You ask, glancing up at him when he doesn’t respond. He sighs,

“No… I’m gonna tough it out. Greek life looks good on resumes. I’m just gonna keep my head down and go to all the fundraising events and such… but I’ll avoid the parties, the toxic shit. And in another two years or so… it won’t matter. I won’t have to talk to these guys anymore.” He defends. You nod, 

“I’ll be glad when that day is here.”

“You just hate frat boys.” He jokes. You smile, glancing up at him again,

“Despise them.” You bite back. He chuckles before he’s kissing you again, 

“Such a little hater.” He whispers, brushing his nose against yours. You smile, holding the back of his neck and dragging him in for another kiss. He hums, 

“I’d always rather be here with you than there.” He admits softly. Staring up at him, you play with his hair, 

“Me too.” Relaxing back against him, you watch the movie unfold before you, Tom’s lips pressed in your hair, his arms wrapped around you tightly, and comfort seeps in. 

[softholand]

gi!!!! congrats on 1k!!! so proud of you, you deserve this <3 can I have a lil blurb with this scenario prompt “get locked in somewhere together” with tom? :) thank youu -mcumendes

𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

⤷ frat!tom x reader, enemies to lovers au, cursing

prompt: “get locked in somewhere together”

words: 1.8k

a/n: hiiii angel, thank you so much :’))) i had such a good time writing this, i rlly hope you enjoy <3 oh, let me know if you guys want a part two with their date ‘cause i’ll happily do it 🙈

Music blasted through the walls of your house as you made your way to the bathroom. It only seemed to grow louder as you stripped naked and stepped into the shower, turning the water on, hoping it would at least muffle the sound of the party downstairs.

Being a university student wasn’t easy, you had realized that as soon as your first trimester ended. Having to share a house with two very sociable active friends also didn’t help your case. Lisa and Paula were always throwing parties at your house, and while you didn’t mind at the beginning, now you were starting to feel the effects of having to endure loud music bouncing through your walls practically every weekend.

Realizing the water did nothing to ease the sounds, you gave up on trying to have a calm and peaceful shower, washing your body as quickly as possible, just wanting to get it over with and get back to your room, where the music wasn’t so loud.

Turning the water off, you heard the sound of the bathroom door opening, “Lis?” You asked, expecting to hear your friend’s voice back since you knew she didn’t like to use the downstairs bathroom, but what followed was not quite as you expected. “Oh, shit! Sorry, I didn’t know you were in there.” A masculine voice said, making you quickly cover your body with a towel, even though the shower curtain already did the job for you.

“What are you doing here?” You loudly asked, “I had to use the bathroom.” The voice let it out, making you roll your eyes, “Yeah, that’s why there’s one downstairs.” You stated, still hiding behind the curtain. “There’s literally one hundred people in line to use it.” He shot back, already getting into your nerves. “Well, you shouldn’t have come up here.” You scolded, “Yeah, I already got that! Sorry, I’ll just…”

At that, you heard the person jiggling the doorknob, “Hey, uhm, the door isn’t opening…” He trailed off, “Shit! Did you lock it?” You asked, your eyes widening in fear, “What kind of question is that? Of course, I locked, in fact, if you had done that we wouldn’t be here.” The intruder exclaimed, “The lock is broken, you idiot, that’s why I didn’t lock it in the first place.” You said, stepping out of the shower, making a beeline to the door. “It makes sense!” He let it out, scratching the back of his neck.

For the next few minutes, you tried everything to make the lock work but it was to no avail, it was completely stuck in place, “Great! Now I’m stuck with a stranger in the bathroom.” You murmured to yourself, finally giving up. Once you turned around, Tom was leaning against the wall, hungry eyes trailing your half naked body up and down. “Don’t look at me!” You warned, cursing yourself mentally for your bad habit of not bringing clothes to the bathroom when showering.

“Don’t worry darling, I’ve seen girls with much less than what you have on.” He smirked, making you roll your eyes. “I’m Tom, by the way!” The boy smiled, offering his hand for you to shake, “I know who you are,” you scoffed, not paying his extended hand any mind. “Oh well, what can I say? I have quite the reputation on campus.” He proudly stated, to which you laughed. “Yeah, you can put it like that.” You said, fighting the urge to roll your eyes yet again.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked, but you just shrugged, taking your phone to text your friends to come to your rescue. “What are you doing?” Tom asked after a few seconds. “Trying to get my friends to open the door?!” You said in an obvious tone, taking your eyes off of your phone when you heard him shuffle around, before plopping himself on the floor.

“They’re not coming.” Tom stated, spreading his legs as far as the small tile covered bathroom allowed, “How do you know?” You asked, wanting to slap the stupid smirk out of his face. “They were kinda busy downstairs if you know what I mean.” Tom let it out, making very obnoxious kissing sounds. “You’re disgusting, and they are coming.” You grimaced, going back to your phone.

“Wanna bet?” Tom asked from his place on the floor. “What? No! Of course I don’t wanna bet! Also, what could you possibly get if you won?” You asked him, the lack of response from your friends starting to infuriate you. “I get to take you out on a date,” Tom exclaimed, the smirk back on his lips. “Haha! You wish, Holland!” You laughed, but internally the gears inside your head frantically turned. Why the hell did Tom Holland want to take you on a date?

“Well, if you’re so sure your friends are coming, I don’t see why you wouldn’t want to make the bet.” The brunette shrugged, making your blood boil. If there’s one thing you hated was being challenged, and at that moment, that was exactly how you felt. “Fine! But if I win you have to buy me coffee all week.” You stated, to which he nodded, “Fair enough! So, it's a bet?” He asked, extending his hand out once again, “It’s a bet!” You affirmed, shaking his hand this time, feeling your body react way too much for only a handshake.

Quickly taking your hand away, you went back to texting Lisa and Paula, but after what felt like an eternity later, which was actually only fifteen minutes, you gave up, joining Tom on the floor, careful to not expose yourself, even more, seeing as you were only covered by a towel. “Still nothing?” He asked, victory smirk proud on his lips, “Shut up!” You scolded, sighing heavily.

“So… dinner or breakfast? Oh, maybe a picnic?” Tom didn’t shut up, even though you were currently with your eyes closed, a clear sign that you didn’t want to keep talking. “Why do you want to take me on a date? You don’t even know my name.” You protested, to Tom’s amusement, “I’d know if you tell me.” He said, directing you one of his charming smiles, making you realize why so many girls fell for it. “y/n, my name’s y/n!” You breathed, before adding “And you didn’t answer my question.”

Tom repeated your name out loud a couple of times, the smirk never leaving his lips, “Why? Can’t I want to take you out?” He inquired, and you scoffed, “I mean… I bet there's a line of girls outside dying to go on a date with the Tom Holland.” You mocked, earning a chuckle from him. “What’s that? Wait, are you jealous?” He smirked, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “As if! God, you’re so full of yourself.” You exclaimed, checking your phone for a sign of one of your friends. Nothing.

Sighing, you turned your head back to Tom, “Can’t you text one of your friends?” You inquired, feeling stupid for not asking this before. “I could!” He exclaimed, making a dramatic pause before adding, “That doesn’t mean they’d come though.” You furrowed your brows, “Why?” You asked, to which he laughed, “You see, Harrison was kinda busy with your little blonde friend downstairs.” Tom explained, once again making those obnoxious kissing sounds.

“Fuck off, really?” You said, surprised with the new information, and Tom nodded. “What about the other?” You asked, knowing he was always with, at least, another two guys. “Eric was busy with Paula.” He stated, to your complete and utter shock. “Shut up! My two friends with your two friends?” You squeaked, Tom once again nodding, “There’s only one thing left to do now.” Tom smirked, leaning closer to you, making you push him away, “Ha! You wish, Holland!”

Tom only laughed, dismissing you constantly turning him down, “Now c’mon, what do you do in your free time?” He asked, trying to light up the mood a little bit and get to know you better. “Oh, you mean when I’m not locked in the bathroom with a random guy?” You joked, “It’s that common?” Tom smirked, “You’d be surprised.” You winked, and soon your laughs filled the small room.

“Hey, what’s that on your face?” Tom furrowed his brow, “What?” You questioned, touching your face in search of anything he might have seen. “It's that a smile?” The brunette exclaimed, a proud smirk on his lips, “Ha-ha! Fuck you, Holland!” You rolled your eyes, beyond annoyed at his little attempt of a joke. “Nah, I’d rather fuck…” He started before you shot him a glare, “Do not finish that sentence!” You warned, watching as he pretended to lock his mouth and throw away the key.

Shaking your head, you laughed, “Seriously though, I never see you at parties.” Tom asked after a couple of minutes, “I go to parties…” you protested, but the brunette quickly shot you a look that said you were lying. “Okay, I went to one party.” You admitted, rolling your eyes at him. “That’s more like it.” He smirked.

“I just don’t like to, I prefer to stay at home and watch a show on tv while I eat takeout and chocolate fudge ice cream.” You shrugged, “That’s quite specific…” Tom laughed, “Oh, and it has to be the chunky one.” You added, making him laugh even harder. “Well, maybe we can go for ice cream then,” Tom offered, and to your surprise, you didn’t seem to hate the idea of going out with him that bad anymore.

Just as you were about to answer him, you heard the doorknob jingling, before Lisa and Paula’s faces came into view. “Hey, sorry! I just got your text.” Your friend mumbled, before realizing you weren’t alone, shooting you knowing looks. “Oh, don’t worry! We’ve been here for what? An hour?” You exclaimed, hurriedly getting on your feet. Tom followed your movements and after what felt like minutes of the three of you staring at each other, you took the first step, finally getting out of the bathroom.

“I’m gonna go get dressed now but, uhm, it was nice to meet you, Tom.” You said, beckoning away from them. “Likewise! And hey, I’ll get you tomorrow at 8.” He stated, making you furrow your brow, “Why? They came, I clearly won the bet.” You exclaimed as you watched him head for the stairs, “They took too long though, so I’m still taking you out.” Tom shot you a wink, before disappearing down the stairs, leaving you standing in front of your bedroom door, stunned at his cockiness.

Once you turned to your friends, they were already looking at you with smirks on their lips and the same curious expression from before, “Got nothing to say?” Paula asked, wiggling her eyebrows. “No, I do not!” You said, to their disappointment, “And call someone to fix that damn lock.” You added, closing your bedroom door before they could catch you.

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[peterdarlingg]

How did i miss this before??? Exactly what I needed rn 🥺

Hi Mm this is socks lmao, but could I request something with reader having a horrible day where everything goes wrong, nothing feels right, and she's tired of like carrying the world and everyone one else on her back and Peter is just the sweetest guy ever babying her and hold her while she cries? Yep that's me, but with no Peter

sowwy it took so long, i had a few requests for this and put them all in one giant pot. i also hope everyone here is feeling better ❤️

Totally broken, you just needed someone to hold you. 

It had been an awful day of an awful week of an awful month. Punch after punch, you couldn’t take anymore. Holding yourself the entire walk to the frat house, only allowing yourself to sniffle and keep a steady flow of tears, nothing too hysterical to pass in public. 

Almost tripping over a curb you choke back a sob, all you could do was manually breathe and think of the path to the house. You weren’t even sure why you wanted to go there anyways, you’d never gone to Peter before all upset and choked up. 

And knowing him, he’d hate it and send you away informing you that taking care of your crying mess wasn’t in his job description. 

Focusing on breathing, you knocked at the solid door and prayed Peter would answer, save for any of his brothers mid breakdown. But, like most of today and this week, things did not go in your favor. 

“Trouble?”

He wasn’t your boy. 

“Is Peter here?” shoddy breaths, you’re about to collapse in a sob, you shouldn’t be here. “Actually, nevermind, I’m,” you inhale sharply, tears skip down your cheeks, “I’m, um, gonna go home.” 

Spinning on your heel a warm hand closed around your wrist tugging you inside, “no, you’re not. Parker would fucking kill me if I let you leave like this.” Wiping your cheeks and trying to pull away, “he wouldn’t want to deal with me, I should…” shaking his arm off and trying to make a dash before he caught you by the hood of your jacket. 

Gagging you pull at the neckline, “what the fuck, Ethan?” 

“Parker!” He calls up the stairs, adrenaline killing your tears, trying to pull away but useless in his grip. Jerking the fabric, trying to release it from his hold, “let go, Ethan!” 

“Parker!” Wincing at the shriek in your ear, “see? He doesn’t care, I sho-” 

Your shoes squeak on the floor, holding your jacket as far as you could from your neck when Ethan dragged you across the landing of the house, fumbling into his chest to stop the tension. He was being anything but gentle, raising his fist to pound at the wall. 

“Parker! Get the fuck down here!” 

While trying your last attempt to break free, Ethan twists the hood in his hold, causing you to pause in an awkward position, if you moved you’d be choked. “Ethan, I swear to fucking god I’ll-” 

“Park-” 

Stomps on the stairs.

“Say my fucking name one more time, Keznek, I fucking dare you.” 

Like a deer in headlights, you freeze. The second Peter hits the landing his frustration was washed into concern, not even caring his brother and best friend was watching, pouting all soft. You weren't crying anymore but the evidence showed, written all over your face was a cry session.

“My baby,” feathersoft, his words scooped you up and held you. Ethan’s hand dropped the second Peter took a second step, abandoning post and taking the stairs two steps at a time. Standing in front of you, his thumbs run under your eyes, “why’s my girl so sad, hm?” 

Suddenly, that lump in your throat you’ve been swallowing won’t stay down. Blinking fast trying to stop tears, which fails useless as your bottom lip trembles and he’s being so soft and he’s never been this comforting before. A sob escapes, the dam breaks. 

Peter’s never seen you cry before, you’ve called him once before while upset and he thought that hurt him. Watching you cry and desperate for air makes him break, he’s never had a girl come to him so broken. He doesn’t even know what to do or say, “give me a cuddle, c’mon, I know how happy that makes you!” 

Instantly you’re wound around him, exhaling shaky breaths in his chest while he scratches slowly at your back. Tears bleed through his shirt but he doesn’t say a word, he thinks he might be making it worse because you’re getting worse. 

Racking breaths made him push you away, he was genuinely scared you’d pass out. 

“Okay, c’mon. Take a breath and follow me, okay?” Choking as you gasp, his hand holds yours tight until you reach a room off the kitchen, Peter sits on the edge of a couch and holds your hands. “Deep breath, baby.” You try to do it but fail, whimpering an apology. “I’m not asking you to stop crying, I just need you to breathe.” 

It’s weak but he takes it, “one more for me,” it’s smoother this time, rubbing at an eye to clear your vision. Gulping, you force yourself to take another deep breath, this one ceasing the tears for the moment. 

Peter pushes himself backwards to sit on the couch, patting the small spot next to him you follow the command. Your butt in the small space, legs thrown over his lap. “You almost knocked yourself out, trouble.” 

He’s trying to lighten the mood but you just feel vulnerable and sad, resting your cheek on his shoulder you sniff. Voice breaking at the words, “I’m really sad, petey.” And fuck, he hates that nickname, but the way you uttered it, like a child with a terrible confession, made him want to hold you and never let you leave. 

Hands tickle up and down your legs, “wanna tell me why?” 

Blowing a shaky breath you shug, a tear falls when you blink. 

“I mean, everything?” To Peter, it sounds like you’re holding back and he won’t stand for it, not until he knows what made his girl cry like that. 

“I’m here for you to unload, I’m trying to take that,” he gestures to your body, “and put it here,” crumpling the tension into a ball and forcing it into his heart. 

“I failed my math test, I was fired from the campus store, Zoe and Lana are fighting and they want me to pick a side but I know they’ll get over it and then I’ll always be the asshole that chose a side, and to top it all off my sister called me and I felt like it was my job to give relationship advice cause,” you give a dry laugh, “obviously, I’m in the right position to tell people about their shit boyfriend.” 

A shit sandwich, you were right. Everything was wrong. 

“What can I do for you?” 

Because he feels helpless, but he’s done more than enough already. 

“Just… hold me.” 

“I can do that.” 

And he does, even a little longer after you said you were finally okay. 

[blissfulparker]

Could you do a frat Tom Halloween fic, where there is a customer party and he is dressed in something that shows off his muscles? Y/N hates him, but he keeps flirting with her all night, and he slowly wins her over, and then when she gives in, he's super cocky and arrogant and dominant. He makes her feel his muscles and then he makes her suck him off, and he's boasting while she chokes on his cock. And at the end, he cums on her face and makes her clean it all up and swallow it. :D

oh my—

Warnings; degradation, oral sex, rough sex, tom being an asshole, slut calling, choking on dick,

Please do not read if you are uncomfortable with any of that!

Your hands tug at the short skirt for the millionth time tonight for the last thing Tom needed to see was your ass.

It was Halloween, which meant getting drunk and making out with someone in a mask if you were a college student. Loud music—including thriller being overplayed—raged through the house as you drunk a drink that had smoke coming out of it.

Everyone was dressed half naked, if not half naked than clothes tight enough to leave nothing to the imagination which is almost exactly what Tom Holland wore when he wore a skin tight spiderman costume.

“I didn’t think this was your scene.” He has a lazy smirk. You had met Tom way too many times, you know him well too. But the Tom you once knew wasn’t much like the Tom you knew now.

“Aww, you still have the spiderman costume you wore when you were five. It’s cute, you went for nostalgia.” You give him a fake pout and he bites down on his bottom lip and looks at you like he’s waiting for more.

“And you went for a slutty ratatouille?” He looked at your ears and then the grey fuzzy tube top with the skirt.

“I’m a mouse you idiot.” You roll your eyes and he knows he’s won. You lift your cup to your lip to drown out the embarrassment But he quickly takes it away.

“Its spiked, don’t drink it and stay away from Brad.” He took the cup and poured it out. Before you can say thank you he was already gone.

That was your first encounter with tom. You found him dancing with some girl dressed as an Angel but looked more like a demon from your personal hell, he knew you were watching and put on a performance. He then got you a drink which you poured out on his shoes worrying it was spiked, you then watched him show off at least three backflips until finally,

“We can’t be doing this.” Your lips break off of his inbetween kisses. You were drunk, no you weren’t but you wished you were. He wasn’t drunk either which made this whole situation 10x worse.

“Mmh, but you like it.” He hates how thick the tube top was as he wants more, pulling it down but he needed something from you first as you unzipped the back of his suit.

Your hands run over his biceps, for someone who is supposed to be majoring in business, he sure has a lot of time to work out.

You know he notices as you stare and he flexed in your hand which causes you to place your lips back on him.

“Knees pretty girl.” He tells you but you never found yourself listening to a man before and you certainly weren’t going to start with tom.

“Mmh, no.” You push him flat on the bed and pull down the suit. Predicable he wasn’t wearing underwear since the suit was so tight but truthfully you didn’t know how that was all going to fit.

“Scared?” He smirked. You roll your eyes before you take him into your hand. Letting your thumb run over the tip as you took him into your mouth, slowly at your own pace at first before he thrusted up into your mouth causing you to choke.

His hands gently run over your cheeks, he holds your stare as he thrusts up into you. Your eyes grow watery and the liner you spent way too much time on runs down your face.

“Did you get all dressed up for Me? Knew you would be on my dick tonight like a helpless slut? Act so innocent studying in those libraries and coffee shops, staying inside to get a good grade when you’re on your knees tonight getting fucked.” His words shocked even you so you sucked in your cheeks making him hiss at the sudden pressure and change.

You wish you could comeback but all you could feel was him pulsating in the rest of your hand, you knew he was about to cum, cum in your mouth and tonight you would not allow that satisfaction.

“Fuck!” He hissed as you removed your mouth from him. You wanted him to wait, wait until you were inside him but he was not going to last another second as he thrusted his hips up into your hand.

He cums longer than you expected, you’re impressed but not too impressed yet as you move off of him thinking that this was it but he grabbed your hand and forced you against his chest.

“Where are you going?” He looked at you up and down, feeling your breasts up against his chest making him hard all over again.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” You blink a few times and he laughed a soft laugh.

“Darling, My plan was to fuck you so hard this whole party knew you were mine, you just got sidetracked but I don’t blame you I understand how you got so distracted.” He teased and you roll your eyes ready to get away from him but hoping he’d pull you back into him again. And that’s exactly what he did.

“You’re a whore, Holland.” You tell him and he lets his thumb come up to your face and wipes away the cum he left.

“I’m going to get a tissue, you’re going to wipe your face and then I’m going to fuck you until that music stops. Do you understand?” He was now taller than you as he sat up straight on the bed, looking down at you as if you were his.

All you can do is not nod as he moves away to grab a tissue for you to wipe youself with. Your legs were weak and you were stuck in his bed, like he was a trap and you fell right into it.

But the one thing Holland was not was a liar, he kept his truth of fucking you until the music stopped, then he turned on his own music.

[tommyfroggie]

Can you do number seven with frat Tom? You can do the story however you want, but I'm hoping for a blowjob with a super dominant and cocky Tom. Thanks!

Pairing: Frat!Tom x Reader

Warnings: fluff, lil angst, smut: oral(m receiving)

Word Count: 914

Prompts: 7. "Shut up."

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You could feel his eyes on you, as you took another sip of whatever booze it was. Your friend had dragged you here, despite your protests. You wanted to avoid him. You hated him right now.

You met Tom in your second year when you moved to London for your studies. He was the typical frat boy that everybody drooled over, the one that had a new girl beside him everyday. Yet, somehow you caught his attention.

You both got to talking, slept together and eventually agreed to a friends with benefits relationships. Of course, that's not how it works. 3 months in, you knew you had strong feelings for him. And, the day you planned on telling him, he told you that he got a girlfriend, and that the whole 'benefits' ordeal was over. It broke you, but you smiled and said you were happy for him. Happy that he finally settled on one person.

You both agreed to still be friends, but that didn't happen. Somehow, you both completely lost contact. And now, one month later, you're here at HIS frat party. Even though you did not want to be here at all.

You downed the entire booze in the red cup down your throat, making subtle eye contact with him. Surprisingly, he excused himself from the guys and walked over to greet you.

"Long time, no see Y/n. I didn't think you'd come." He said, sporting his famous smirk on his face. You just wanted to wipe it off his stupidly gorgeous face.

"I didn't want to. Jess dragged me here, said I needed to chill out. And now she's probably in someone's dorm, fucking." You sighed. Tom hummed.

"Wanna get out of here?" He asked, smugly.

"What are you suggesting, Tom?" You asked, narrowing your eyes at him. He had a girlfriend for fuck's sake.

"Do you trust me?" You hesitated, before nodding. He took your hand in his, leading you up the stairs in between dancing people, all the way to.... his room. You were surprised to say the least.

He pushed the door open, and shut it back, pushing you against it as you audibly gasped. He looked in your eyes before forcefully attaching his lips on yours. As much as you wanted it, you pushed him away.

"What the fuck!? You have a girlfriend, Tom!" You shouted and he placed his finger on lips, immediately shushing you.

"I broke up with her." he whispered, before attaching his lips back onto yours, hungrily. And this time, you kissed back, with the all the lust you had. It was such an amazing feeling, just like you remembered. As you both broke apart to breathe, you whispered, looking in his eyes,

"We can't- You can't do this to me, Tom. We stopped talking, remember? You were the one that got a girlfriend and lef-"

"Shut up." You shuddered when his stern voice interrupted you. His dominant side slowly showing. "And get on your knees. Right. Now." He continued, giving you a warning looks, enough for you to nod and obey him. You looked up at him with doe eyes, silently asking if you could continue, he nodded. Even if it felt wrong, you couldn't deny how much you wanted him.

You tugged his jeans and boxers down with shaky hands. As always, amazed at his cock standing out. All this time fucking him, and yet, he never failed to leave you amazed. You rolled your thumb over the tip, spreading the pre-cum leaking out, all over his throbbing shaft as he moaned softly. You licked from the bottom to his tip as he pulled your hair in a ponytail.

"Don't tease, love. You'll regret it." That was enough for you to get to work. You took his entire length in your mouth as he groaned, loving every second of it. You started bobbing your head up and down, looking at his scrunched up face, his bottom lip in between his teeth. He looked like a god.

"Fuck. Doing so good, princess." He grabbed onto your hair tightly and took complete control, ramming into you at a fast pace causing you to gag as tears threatened to spill down your face.

"Looking so pretty like this, darling. Taking me so well. Fuck, I love you so much" he groaned as he came in your mouth. You froze. Not able to process what he just said. He forced you off his cock, noticing your expression. He tucked his dick back in his boxers while you stood up, and swallowed what was still in your mouth, wanting an explanation. He sighed and looked in your eyes. His hands grazing your sides as pulled you closer. "I'm sorry." He breathed out. "It's always been you. She was just a distraction. I was the one who said that we're just friends who fuck and when I started feeling things for you, I pushed you away. But I just- I can't keep it in any longer. I love you." You could tell every single thing he said was genuine, you could see it in his eyes.

"I love you too." You whispered, and he smiled.

"I love you too, you idiot. I always have." At that, you both giggled as he pulled you in for another kiss, one that was passionate and sweet. He smiled against your lips until you both had to pull away for air.

"So... shall I return the favor, darling?"

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a/n: haha I'm so sorry anon. I got so invested that i forgot about the 'super dominant and cocky' part.

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Taglist: @livieweasley @racewife2004 @inthegetawaycarwithtaylah @mn-jun @spidey-central

[veryholland]

prompt #20 from the list! “bandaging/stitching up an injury” maybe with frat!tom getting into a fight or punching a guy from getting too close to the reader at a party? 🤍

sorry i’m spamming ur inbox lol ;p

PEACHY

pairing: frat!tom x reader | word count: 992 | warnings: mild injuries | touch prompts

a/n: liv! thank you so much for requesting this. i planned on writing requests in the order they were submitted but i really couldn't put off yours any longer. more or less by coincidence, this includes @spidey-sophie's request (17: holding the other's chin up) as well, so i hope you don't mind that i combined those! enjoy reading! x

“What the hell, Tom? Do you want everyone to know?”

With a heavy thud, the door of the upstairs bathroom slams shut behind you. The bass of the music can still be heard through the wooden surface but it might as well be the sound of your heart thumping against your ribcage. Inside, the air smells clean. Gone is the unpleasant smell of sweaty bodies grinding against each other and spilt beer. Drawing in a calming breath through your parted lips, you turn around, finally facing him.

You never intended to get involved with a frat boy. In fact, just a year ago you would’ve laughed straight into anyone’s face who even suggested diving into a relationship with a member of the frat – that was until Tom happened.

Whatever it was that the both of you shared, it was hidden away from plain sight. Concealed behind closed doors and treasured beneath sheets.

In the beginning, it was all fun and games. The exhilarating buzz of hiding your infatuation with each other – sneaking into the frat house after curfew to spend just a few treasured hours together, exchanging texts during class when none of your friends were looking and holding back when all you wanted to do was smile at him across the hallway.

All fun and games – until it wasn’t anymore. Looking at his battered and bruised face, you now realise it only led to trouble.

A frown is holding tight over his features, his muscular chest rising and falling with rapid breaths and his grey shirt is rumpled. A few curls are sticking out from beneath his cap, the frat logo woven into its dark blue fabric now almost taunting you. But what draws in your gaze the most, is the nasty cut on his cheek and another one tearing right through his rosy and plump bottom lip.

“Sit down, I can’t look at this,” you say, not even trying to downplay the sharp timbre of your voice. After gathering your hair up into a messy but nowhere near decent bun, you turn to the cabinet, rummaging through drawers in search of a first aid kit.

“No need to fuss, I told you, I’m fucking fine.”

Frustration is clearly layering his words but they are closely followed by a defeated sigh as he slumps down onto the bathtub’s edge.

Pushing around a few toiletries, you finally spot a small bottle of disinfectant and take it out with a short but triumphant hum, before putting it next to the gauze pads you found just a couple of drawers below. After gathering it all in your hold, you close the drawer with a kick of your foot and turn back around just to be met with a sight that pulls heavy at your chest.

His head hung low, Tom is cradling the already peachy and bruised knuckles of his right hand in his left palm, shoulders slumped, gaze fixed onto the ground.

“You would be fine if you hadn’t punched him.” Your voice was now remarkably softer compared to how all of this started out, but you still couldn’t drop the bitter connotation.

Charged silence wraps itself around you as you step closer. For a moment you put the bottle of disinfectant onto the bathtub’s edge, using your free hand to remove his baseball cap, allowing you to get a proper look at his cuts. Your gentle touch is a prominent contrast to your clear irritation as your fingers find his chin, tilting it up slightly.

Once your eyes meet his honeycomb ones – the dark brown colour laced with something unrecognisable – his legs subconsciously part, allowing you to step closer in order to fittingly tend to his wounds.

“This is gonna hurt,” you warn softly, waiting for his nod of confirmation before continuing. Your hand is still cradling his chin as you use the other to dab the gauze pad over the peachy skin around the bruise that now finally stopped bleeding. His eyes flutter shut and a hiss flies past his lips, but he doesn’t flinch away from your touch.

You feel his eyes on you as you work around his face in silence and although you’re still mad, you can’t help but calmly smooth the pad of your thumb over his skin whenever the stinging sensation makes him draw in a sharp breath.

The tip of your tongue pushes past your parted lips in concentration as you dab along the curve of his lip with the last bit of sterile gauze. You turn around to pick up a new pad but his fingers curl around your wrist, effectively stilling your movements.

“I do,” he says, filling the silence, his voice soft and unsure, barely audible. Eyebrows drawn together in confusion, you look down at him.

“I do,” he repeats, voice now layered with more tenacity. “I want everyone to know.”

He stands up, completely ignoring your protests, but you fall silent when his uninjured hand comes up to twist a strand of your hair around his finger and his eyes connect with yours once more, fueling the churning attraction in your belly.

“I want everyone to know that this is about more than just a stupid brawl between frat bros.” He takes a step forward.

“I want everyone to know that when you return to the dorms past curfew, it’s because we couldn’t stop watching love island episodes on my laptop.” Another step.

“I want everyone to know that the hickeys you get asked about by your friends are the marks I put onto your skin.”

„I want everyone to know about you and me.“

He’s been slowly backing you up against the door, hands now braced on either side of your head as your heart picks up speed with every single one of his passing words. Tom pauses, drawing in a deep breath before speaking up again, the timbre of his voice now remarkably soft and airy.

“I want everyone to know that I am in love with you, y/n.”

okay so, here’s that :D getting back into writing really is an unmatchable feeling and i had so much fun writing this. i’m slowly finding my way back into the flow but yeah, let me know if you liked it! tips are always welcome! sending lots of hugs x

[tom-holland-parker]

Kinktober Day 23

REBOUND

Pairing: Frat!Tom x reader

Word Count: 416

warning 18+

Kinktober masterlist// masterlist

It was probably a bad idea to come here but you couldn’t care less, you were sad, lonely and horny. What a better way to get those feelings out of your system than hooking up with someone at a frat party. You just didn’t expect to be hooking up with the Frat President. Tom Holland, just dumped by his girlfriend of a year and a half and looking for someone to bury his feelings in or maybe bury his dick in. 

Your kisses were sloppy and you both entered his room, not caring about anything other than getting each other naked. You pulled off Tom’s shirt, quickly throwing it across the room as you kissed down his body, starting at his neck trailing down to his chest and ending just above the buttons of his jeans. You fiddled with the belt buckle attempting to pull down, Tom grabbed your wrist, “As fun as that sounds I need to be inside you or I’m gonna explode”

You chuckled, getting up from your knees. Tom unzipped your dress mindlessly throwing it across the room. You climbed on his bed, spreading your legs as you watched him put on a condom.

Tom smiled at you as he stood between your legs, “ready?”

You nodded with a smile as you grabbed his shoulders, pulling him down for a kiss. “Fuck me,” You whispered as he slowly entered you, enjoying the way your walls tightened around him. 

His thrust sped up, the sound of skin slapping each other was drowned out by the loud music from the party downstairs, “Oh fuck you feel so good” Tom groaned as he leaned down to kiss your neck.

A loud moan escaped your mouth as your fingers trailed down to rub your clit. The sex was sloppy and messy but you couldn’t care less, you were both just glad to fuck the sadness you had.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum” You whined as Tom spend up inside you. You came at the same time as him, you watched as he threw his head back in pleasure, a sight that would play on repeat in your mind.

As you both came down from your orgasm the room became quiet, “so that was fun” Tom said awkwardly You sighed, getting off the bed to quickly get dressed, “Yeah it was we should do it again sometime’ You smiled, walking towards the door. You waved goodbye as you walked out the room, leaving Tom breathless in the bed. 

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