#marvellouswafflescelebration

[mytrashs-blog]

Movie Star

Pairing: BFF! Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: Angst, SO MUCH ANGST, swearing, Tom being an asshole, there’s a mention of an injury...

Summary: Tom is your best friend, but fame can change a lot of things.

Word Count: 2,609 (Probably the longest one piece I’ve done)

A/N: So! This is an entry for @unholyhaz and @spidey-waffles11 #marvellouswafflescelebration writing challenge. I am actually quite proud of this baby and how freaking painful it is. I was having a hard time with the prompt because I kept wanting to write it the same way it happened in the movie, so yeah, I’m very happy with this. Enjoy! (Please if you do like it, reblog it so it can be read by more and more people).

Part two

(This pic doesn’t belong to me, I took it off google, but I did edit it a little)

You never thought your friendship with Tom would end up like this. Ruined. Potentially forever, and the worst part is that you can’t even be mad about it. He’s been dreaming about becoming big in the movie industry since you were like 7 and dancing ballet at the studio everyday, so him getting big should be something to be happy about, right?

Only it isn’t. And not because he’s always busy and barely even texts back, not even because he never has time to hang out anymore, nor is it because he seems to always be in the other side of the world either filming another damn Marvel movie or any other movie, or promoting his work. No, all of those reasons were not enough to wreck your friendship. What finally did it was the fact that he became so full of himself that you couldn’t stand hearing him talking when you did get to see him. He’s kind of an asshole now.

So you snapped. You were out in a pub with him, Harrison, the twins and a couple of your friends, Tom was telling you about how unacceptable it was that his manager tried to get him, to spend a night in LA in a 4 star hotel instead of a 5 star or a damn Airbnb apartment, how he was tired of this neglecting behaviour from a person that eats from the 5% of his paycheck, and you lost it.

You may be bestfriends with this guy, but you definetely didn’t have the same economical status, and you have to work a normal job like everybody else, you don’t get 5 star hotels ever, for gods sake you don’t even get to travel that often, the only time you’ve been out of the country was when Tom took you to Atlanta to do some reshoots back when the first Spider-Man happened, so you made well sure to tell him he was behaving like a brat, posh and whiny rich kid. And he didn’t like it, so he called you a jealous uptight bitch that’s bitter because an ankle injury killed off her career, which was a low blow. So you stormed out of the place.

It was a pretty public scene and there were a few videos from different angles of nearby tables at the pub and a few pictures of both of you screaming at each other, and of you getting out of the place while fuming, and of Tom getting his car a driving off while visibly pissed. It’s been the story of the moment (at least in your life). All your social media was full of Tom’s fans calling you a fake friend, a bitch, a brat, whore, slut… some even sent death threats, which was a bit disturbing, but not surprising.

Of course Tom wasn’t helping at all either, he stopped following you, but didn’t block you so you could see him liking all the rude messages directed to you, and he was being very very vocal about the importance of having real friends and how loyalty is a very important thing and how he had to learn that the hard way very recently. So yeah, like a whiny rich boy.

You were scrolling down instagram, trying to focus on something else, but the notifications were still blowing with comments and tags on rude posts, so decided enough was enough and you started an Instagram Live, not even 1 minute in and you already had a handful of people watching and commenting snake emojis and very strong language words, but you ignored it as you started talking.

“Hello everyone, thanks for all the lovely wishes, I apreciate them a lot, you don’t wanna know. So, I’m here because, since I don’t go around doing interviews for a job, I have to find an outlet to let out my side of the story, because all stories have more than one side and one shouldn’t decide on a side unless you’ve heard all sides of it- the story, I mean.

Tom and I became best friends since day one of us meeting, that was 16 years ago, we were always inseparable and I always knew I had someone to rely on and he had someone to rely on in me. Pretty strong bond. I always knew he wanted to be an actor, the best actor he could be, and I always knew he would make it, because he’s always been so incredibly talented and dedicated and he was very determined, so when he finally got his big chance being casted as Spider-Man I was the first one to celebrate him. As his fame and recognition started growing, he started hanging out with a lot more celebrities and he started picking up on personality traits that aren’t that cool, but at the beggining it was so minimal that I’d just ignore it.

By the time he was filming Far from Home, I think, he was a full on movie star. Every place we’d go, a few cameras would follow and fans would show up, and he loved putting on a show for everyone, to the point where he’d ignore anyone that’s with him. But that’s no the worst part. I can forgive him for having an ego, we all have one, some are bigger than others and that’s cool, but what’s not cool is being condescending to the people who work with or for you. I dont’t believe in people from first or second class, for me everyone is equal and everyone’s work is just as dignified and worthy as anyone else’s, that’s why I finally lost my respect for Tom, because he started treating people that don’t have the same level of privilege as him like they’re less than him. That’s not the way we were raised, those are not the values that my best friend has and I know it’s all because of all the media attention he has.

You all give everything to him in a silver platter, so he now became a bratty movie star, another self centered celebrity that feels entitled. So congratulations. You have created a celebrity, but you have wrecked a human being inside. And I don’t feel like I deserved to be attacked this way for not wanting to put up with being belittled and treated like a peasant. Thanks.”

You finished the live and you broke crying, of course. It hurts to know that your best friend is no longer, that you’re never gonna have all those amazing midnight adventures. Like when you escaped from your houses at 15 to go to that crazy party all the school was attending but your mothers wouldn’t let you go. You remember how you got drunk after just one or two beers and ended up walking and giggling back home at 3am. You were in so much trouble the next day.

Or when he got casted as Peter Parker and you were so happy that you spent the whole night laying in his bed talking about all the hard work you both had done to make your dreams come true. That night he told you how he was proud of you for working so hard on your dancing career and how you were his favourite dancer ever. And you told him that you always knew he’d make it. You promised each other to always be there for the other.

He was the first to arrive to the hospital when you had the accident onstage that ended your career, he held you on those long nights when you’d cry and cry, he was there when you were angry at the world for not letting you have your dream. He helped through everything and never left your side until you were back on your feet and you had a new plan for your life.

He’s not here now though. He’s the one holding the gun on your back and you were the one that threw the first punch. You feel guilty. You ruined everything. You should’ve told him that he shouldn’t behave that way. Of all people, it should’ve been you holding his feet on the ground, and now it all went to shit because of you. It’s all your fault and maybe you do deserve the furious fans and the creepy reporters jumping on you every now and then, and maybe you deserve all those messages because maybe you were a fake friend.

You really don’t have the evergy to get out of bed for the days that followed. It could’ve been just two days, or a week, maybe even months for all you knew; but you stayed in bed, you would cry, eat and sleep and nothing more. Your phone was in some unknown place of your house, you hadn’t even attempted to find it and maybe it ran out of battery long ago, but who cares? definetely not you. You were walking around in your pajamas, looking for ice cream in your freezer or maybe some chocolate bars, or chips… or whatever came to view first, but you were interrupted by the ring of your doorbell and then a knock on your door, you thought about ignoring it, but then they knocked again so you brought yourself to the door and opened it.

You froze when you saw Tom on the other side of your door, looking probably just as destroyed as you do, red puffy eyes, messy hair, he was wearing sweatpants and an old shirt, an unusual look since now he’s always trying to look his absolute best. This guy in front of you resembled your best friend since childhood more than any of the high fashion versions of Tom, but it still ached in your heart that he was in this state in your front door unannounced.

“Tom… w-what are you doing h-here?”

“I uh… read a rumor and I needed to see it wasn’t true.”

“What?” You suddenly feel your blood boiling. The only reason he came was because of some rumor he read, he doesn’t regret anything, he doesn’t miss you, he just wants to see if some stupid rumor is true. You go to close the door in his face but he pushes the door.

“You wanna know what it was? Y/N listen to me, please!” You try to push harder, but he’s way stronger than you are so you give in and let him in, but the frown never leaves your face and you cross your arms over your chest.

“I’m listening.” You really don’t want to get your guard down, but the way Tom is looking at you right now makes it really hard. He looks at you the way one looks at a youth treasure you found after years of longing. The way you look at a flower that grows against all odds in the middle of a desserted field. And it’s making you feel very aware of him. You notice how the bags under his eyes are deeper than ever, his skin doesn’t look as flawless and polished as it did the last time you saw him, you can even see some spots around his forehead, you notice how he’s still unable to tame that eyebrow and how they also look a little unplucked, you can also see the tarce of a beard, the kind that tells you that maybe he didn’t shave this morning and even the day before that, and his hair is not only messier but it’s also longer. And it’s grounding to see him look so human, vulnerable and real right in front of you.

“There were some rumors going around that you might’ve… that you maybe… y-you had..”  For some reason he was unable to look you in the eye, and every time he tried to speak he’d take a small step closer to you. “That you maybe had… comitted… suicide…”

You froze where you stood, and maybe your jaw fell slack, and maybe you even stopped breathing, where the fuck did he read that? What the actual fuck are people saying? your blood started boiling with rage, not even at Tom anymore, but at the world, why does everyone suddenly feel entitled to say those terrible things and why? Because you haven’t been on social media in a long time? People seriously need to understand that other people exist outside the internet and the have lives outside social media.

“I seriously hate people. Well… here I am, alive and well, is that everything?” you ask as you raise a brow, expecting him to say something else, but he looks at you taken a back, he’s at a loss of words because he was expecting this to fix things.

“Umh… yeah?”

“Okay then, I’ll walk you to the door.” You say flatly and start making your way back to your front door.

“Y/N wait… I do need to say something else” He grabs you by the wrist and turns you around, you end up mere inches away from him, his hand still holding you. His gaze roams all over your face, he looks down at your lips while licking his, but then he looks up to your eyes. “I’m sorry. About everything. I was a dick, and maybe I am an idiot for realizing I don’t want to lose you until I read those terrible things and it hurt as hell to even imagine a world without you in it. I don’t want to live the rest of my life without your surprise texts when I’m away filming, or your weird gif replies, or our film nights and crazy getaways. You’re the best friend that I have. And I love you, Y/N. I really, really do, and I’m sorry it took me so long to admit that to you.” If this had happened a few months ago, you would have kissed him already. You loved him for such a long time, it almost hurt you, you had all those feelings for him stored inside you and at times it felt like they couldn’t fit anymore and you’d just explode, but that changed. You changed. And so did he.

“I accept your apology, Tom.” you took a long pause before speaking again, and you could see in Tom’s eyes that it was killing him to wait, every second feeling longer than the previous, until you spoke again. “But it’s gonna take a lot more than that to fix our friendship. I’m sorry I don’t share your feelings, but I received death threats over twitter, so many hate comments coming to me everyday… and you were liking them, encouraging people to keep attacking me! You expect me to just forget about that and act like it never happened? And you expect me to just throw myself at your arms and live happily ever after? It really doesn’t work like that, Tom. You have to go now.” He stayed looking at you for a moment, and you could see the heartbreak in his eyes, but your own heart was breaking aswell. Maybe you could fix this, but it would take more than this, and right now you could not see him in your apartment.

“Please leave Tom” Your voice was just a pleading whisper at this point, but Tom did let go of your wrist and you sighed when you felt the cold breeze hit the skin where his hand had been. He walked past you and opened the door, taking one last look at you as one single tear fell from your eyes. And the door closed.

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Tagging a few people that might be interested so it doesn’t flop :)

@caeruleum-in-caritate-lupus, @softstarkk, @peterparkerbabyy, @dottirose, @legit-fandom-trash, @carostar2020, @appreciating-chase-brody, @mvmakki @madmadmilk @hollandrecs @starksparker @sunshinehollandd

[hotforharrison]

The 5 Misadventures of Jessica Drew (+1 Adventure)

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Pairing: Tom Holland/Reader

Summary: When you meet Tom Holland, you have the worst luck on what’s supposed to be your best day ever.

Word Count: 3,042

Warnings: Smut and language

A/N: This is for the @unholyhaz and @spidey-waffles11 Milestone Celebration Writing Challenge! My prompt was “Stop laughing at me!”

Misadventure #1: Slice of Life

It was starting to sink in that you were about to meet Tom Holland for the first time, and you had no idea what you were going to say or do. Most likely act like a lovestruck idiot, but he was probably used to that.

You were wearing your Spider-woman cosplay for the event, and it definitely accentuated your best assets. There was no shame in wanting to look good for your biggest crush.

When you finally approached him, you nervously handed your photo to him to get your autograph.

“It’s the lovely Jessica Drew!”

You were a bit surprised he knew the identity behind your Spider-woman cosplay.

“And the even lovelier Peter Parker!” And god, was he ever lovely. The videos you’d seen did not do the man justice.

“The British Peter Parker and American Jessica Drew,” he mused.

“But you’re a whole lot better at faking it than I am,” you commented.

He chuckled. “I’m sure you’re not that bad.”

“I can assure you that I’m bloody rubbish at it, darling,” you couldn’t help but say in your best, but you knew still godawful, British accent.

You hadn’t really planned on embarrassing yourself, but this whole thing wasn’t going exactly how you’d envisioned it.

He laughed brightly, though, and that was worth it. You could watch and listen to him laugh all day.

“Maybe you are, but I’m sure you have other talents,” he teased.

“I might have some hidden up my sleeve,” you commented, mysteriously.

You watched as he made eye contact with you with those gorgeous brown eyes, your heart thumping faster in your chest. He flipped the photo over to quickly write something down on the back before he handed it back to you.

“Shit!” You hissed as the photo sliced into your thumb.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

“Just a papercut. I’ll survive! Anyway, thanks!” you told him.

“Any time, darling,” he said, smiling at you.

You smiled back and walked away. He even called you ‘darling.’ You were on cloud nine, and very curious what he’d written on the back.

You took a deep breath and flipped it over to find a hotel name, room number and 8pm.

Was he propositioning you? Why else would someone invite you to a hotel room in the evening?

There had to be other possibilities that weren’t just you being overly optimistic, right?

You weren’t sure what to think.

Misadventure #2: Lovestruck

You immediately headed back to your own hotel room to change into something that wasn’t your Spider-woman cosplay.

After contemplating your sadly limited options, you decided on a floral blouse and a pair of leggings. You wanted something cute, but casual.

Erring on the side of optimistic caution, you stopped by a pharmacy to grab a box of condoms to put in your handbag.

No matter how much you wanted him, and that was most definitely a lot, you didn’t want to leave with anything that you hadn’t come with.

Then, you headed to his hotel so you’d arrive about 10 minutes early. You made your way slowly down the halls to the room number he’d given you and waited outside the door.

After your phone reached 8:00, you nervously knocked and waited, bouncing on the balls of your feet. You knocked again a few minutes later. No answer.

You played on your phone for a while, taking up some time. Maybe he’d been in the shower and hadn’t heard you.

With one last knock when it hit 8:30, you sighed and walked toward the elevators, shoulders slumped and feeling down.

It was apparently too good to be true.

When you were about to turn the corner, someone ran into you and knocked you to the floor, pain blossoming across your cheek.

“Fuckin’ hell, I’m so sorry,” you heard a male British accent tell you, and it couldn’t be?

You looked up, and it was Tom. You hadn’t been stood up.

“Jessica Drew!” he said in recognition until he saw the bruise blooming on your cheek. “Oh my god, I just assaulted you. Shit, are you alright?”

You fell into a fit of giggles at how ridiculous this was.

“Stop laughing at me!” he complained, but started laughing himself.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine,” you eventually told him.

“I was running late, and I was in a rush to get back here to see you before you left thinking I was a dick,” he explained.

“That’s really sweet of you,” you said. “You caught me just in time. I was about to leave.”

“Let me go grab you some ice, and we can head back to my room,” he suggested.

Misadventure #3: I’ve Got My Eye On You

You waited inside Tom’s room while he went to get you some ice for your cheek, going to the bathroom to check your face in the mirror.

It was definitely going to bruise, but you honestly didn’t mind. Spending time with him was entirely worth a bruise.

The door opened, and Tom returned, coming into the bathroom to grab a washcloth to wrap the ice in. He handed it to you.

You placed it against your cheek, hissing at the soreness of the contact and cold.

“I’m so sorry, darling,” he told you, guilt apparent across his face.

“I’m okay,” you reassured him.

“Let me show you a good time to make up for it?” he asked.

Your heart started pounding in your chest. You swallowed. “What did you have in mind?”

“I invited you to my hotel room. What do you think?” he teased, eyes glinting mischievously.

“I don’t know. Maybe some Bible study?” you joked.

“Well, I’m definitely hoping to hear at least a few ‘oh god’s by the time tonight’s over.” He ran a finger down your arm, leaving goosebumps in its trail.

You gasped. So, he was propositioning you. That was something you could definitely get on board with. A bruise and a papercut were so worth this.

He took the ice from your hand and placed it on the vanity. “Is it alright if I kiss you, sweetheart?”

You nodded, probably too eagerly, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Tom fucking Holland wanted to kiss you.

“Come on,” he said, taking you by the hand to lead you to sit on the edge of the bed with him.

You turned to look at his handsome face, your eyes meeting his. Instead of waiting for him to close the gap, you kissed him, shutting your eyes when your lips pressed together.

From there, he took the lead.

His tongue made its way past your parted lips and ran across your teeth. You let him in and brushed your tongue against his, exploring each other’s mouths.

The kiss turned from unhurried to heated rather quickly, one of his hands cupping your breast through your top while the other slipped under the hem of your top to brush against the bare small of your back.

You moved down onto your knees in front of him, pushing his legs apart to make space for you between them. You popped the button on his pants and pulled down the zipper, eagerly freeing his erection from the confines of his boxers. 

He was slightly above average in size with a nice curve that you already knew would hit your g-spot just right when he fucked you. And god, he was going to fuck you. Maybe even more than once. Your life was awesome. 

You wrapped your hand around the base and took the head in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. His precum was bitter on your tongue, but you didn’t mind. You took him as deep as you could, gagging slightly. 

He moaned when you did that. You took his hand and put it on the back of your head. 

"Want me to fuck your mouth, love?" he asked. 

You nodded vigorously. 

"Whatever the lady wants," he agreed. 

You let go of his dick with your hand and let him take over.

He tangled his fingers in your hair and started tentatively thrusting into your mouth, gradually going deeper and faster.

You noticed he seemed to enjoy it the most when you gagged slightly, so you encouraged him to do that, to take what he wanted.

It wasn't long before he pulled out of your mouth and began cumming on your face in spurts, while you watched his face as he climaxed, rapt. You’d always wanted to see him fall apart like that, and it didn’t disappoint.

You realized too late that you'd made a mistake. His cum got in your eye, and dammit, that burned. Involuntary tears streamed down your face at the sting. 

"Are you alright?" he asked, after he glanced down at you, concern apparent across his face. "Did I accidentally touch your cheek?" 

"No, just got cum in my eye. I should have closed them, but I wanted to watch you," you admitted.

"Oh, darling," he said, pulling you into a hug. "You're not having the best luck today, are you?" 

"Well, I am here with you. I assure you that's entirely worth the little mishaps." 

He chuckled. "Let me take care of you now and make it even better."

Misadventure #4: A Breath of Fresh Air

Tom retrieved a damp washcloth from the bathroom and gently wiped your face clean while you sat on the edge of the bed again, careful with your cheek.

“There, that’s better,” he said after he was finished. 

“Can I take these off?” he asked, playing with the hem of your top.

“Definitely,” you replied.

He undressed you unhurriedly, fingers brushing teasingly against the newly bare skin.

When you were finally naked, he quickly took off his own clothes, not making a show of it. 

You were glad because you wanted him badly, and you weren’t in the mood to wait.

“Now, lie down, and I’ll make you feel good,” he told you.

You didn’t have to be told twice, lying down at the top of the bed. He joined you.

His lips were soon back on yours while he palmed one of your breasts, toying with your already hardened nipple.

The feeling went straight to your core, and you rubbed your thighs together automatically.

You broke the kiss. “Please,” you begged against his lips.

“Do you want my mouth or my hand first?” he asked quietly.

“Would you talk dirty to me if I picked your hand?” you requested.

“I can do that,” he agreed.

You spread your legs while his hand slid down your stomach to brush over your mons. His fingers slipped between your folds, and you whimpered.

“Eager, aren’t we?” he commented. “You’re fucking soaked, too. Did sucking me off really turn you on that much?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed. “I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but you’re extremely hot.”

He chuckled. “I might have been told that a time or two, yeah. You’re still talking in complete sentences, though. We definitely can’t have that.”

You moaned when he pushed two fingers inside you while his thumb found your clit, rubbing slow circles around it while he moved his fingers in and out.

“Nice and tight for me, too. You’re going to feel like heaven around my dick. I’ll fuck you into the mattress, until you forget everything but my name. Would you like that, love?”

“Yeah,” you told him, a bit breathlessly. “Please.”

“Nope, you don’t get my dick until you cum for me first.”

“Can you faster?” you whined.

“You’ll take what I give you,” he said, but his thumb sped up a bit regardless, and he pressed a third finger into you.

His fingers curved up to brush against your g-spot every few thrusts, and it felt amazing. No one had ever made you feel this good before, and he was just using his hand to pleasure you. You hadn’t even had his mouth or his dick yet.

“God, Tom,” you moaned, grabbing his free hand and interlacing your fingers with his.

“Love the way you say my name, sweetheart, “ he commented. “Are you going to cum on my fingers?”

“Almost there, Tom,” you said, wanting to please him.

Your orgasm hit you, and it was intense. You called out his name repeatedly.

He fucked you roughly with his fingers, and the worst possible thing you could think of at the moment happened. You farted, loudly and unmistakably.

You immediately let go of his hand and covered your face with both of your hands. Your hand pressed against your wounded cheek, making you cry out in pain.

You could tell he tried to suppress it, but he started laughing and couldn’t seem to stop.

“I’m so sorry,” you groaned, hiding your face still. “I can leave if you want me to.”

“I don’t want you to go anywhere. Really, don’t worry about it. It happens,” he eventually said after he calmed down.

“I’m so embarrassed,” you told him.

He moved your hands away from your face and kissed you lightly.

“You still want to keep going?” you asked.

“Only if you do,” he responded.

“Yeah, I do,” you said.

You were pretty sure you’d regret it for the rest of your life if you didn’t actually have sex with him, bad luck be damned.

Misadventure #5: Ride ‘Em Cowgirl

“I’ll be right back.” You went over to your purse to grab a strip of condoms.

“I think you have more faith in my stamina than I do,” he said, chuckling.

“Just being prepared in case.” You tore one off the strip and rolled it down his erection. “Can I ride you?”

He nodded. “Be my guest.”

You climbed on top of him and positioned him against your entrance, then slowly sank down until your bodies were flush. You paused to adjust. “God, Tom, you’re so big inside me.”

“You’re fucking tight and hot. I can tell you’re wet, too. Wish I could feel it,” he commented.

“With the luck I’m having today, we’d somehow both end up with gonoherpasyphilaids, and a baby in 9 months.” You were only half-joking.

He laughed. “I wasn’t suggesting barebacking. It’s important to be safe.”

You started moving your hips up and down unhurriedly, enjoying the feeling of him brushing your g-spot as you moved.

After letting you set the pace for a while, he started thrusting up into you faster, grabbing your hips to pull you down harder.

You head dropped back as you loudly moaned, meeting his thrusts.

“God, I’m getting close,” you told him.

His fingers moved up to find your clit, collecting some of your wetness before rubbing it with a single fingertip, fucking you faster and harder.

You quickly climaxed again, all uninterrupted pleasure this time, toes curling and nails digging into his skin. It was everything you’d hoped the first orgasm you’d had with him would be.

“Stop, too much,” you told him after you came down, and he stilled.

“Can we try reverse cowgirl now?” he asked, breathing a bit hard.

“Yeah,” you agreed.

You started to crawl around to face away from him and fell off the bed instead, your side thudding very painfully on the hard floor.

“Fuck, are you alright?” he asked.

“This is the worst best day ever,” you groaned into the floor.

He climbed down next to you and helped you to your feet again. 

You hissed in pain, tears dripping down your cheeks, when he grabbed your left wrist.

“Let me see,” he said, looking at your wrist. “I hate to tell you this, darling, but I think it’s broken. Do you want me to take you to the hospital?”

You sighed, sniffling. “Not really, but do I have much of a choice?”

“No,” he told you. “I’m going to have to insist. I couldn’t in good conscience let you leave without making sure you get it looked at.”

“If you’re not busy, can I have a do over at some point tomorrow? The fucking me into the mattress thing? I want that.”

“Absolutely,” he agreed. “I don’t want you to remember me as the worst sex you’ve ever had.”

Adventure #1: A Do-Over

The hospital wasn’t fun, but Tom remained by your side the entire time, and was even sweeter than you’d imagined him being.

Now, it was time for your do-over.

Your wrist, in its new cast, was carefully placed above your head out of immediate reach as Tom positioned himself on top of you, at the center of the bed where you were unlikely to fall off.

He positioned himself at your entrance and pushed in slowly until he bottomed out, eyes focused on your face.

“Feeling alright?” he asked.

“I’m good,” you replied, “but I’d be better if you moved.”

His thrusts went from slow and gentle to quick and rough in increments, fueled by the noises you were making and desperate pleas.

“I’m so close.” You reached your free hand down between your bodies to get yourself the rest of the way there. He moved it away and used his own fingers to rub your clit in small circles to the pace of his thrusts.

“Tom, I’m going to-” Your climax hit you hard, pleasure coursing through your entire body from head to toes. You cried out his name between moans.

He plowed into you, chasing his own orgasm. With a last few erratic thrusts, he spilled into the condom, your name on his lips.

Once you had both come down from your highs, he carefully withdrew and walked over to the bathroom to get rid of the condom.

“Do you cuddle?” you asked hopefully as he returned.

“I love to cuddle,” he said, lying back down and tugging you close to him, careful of your arm.

“Thank you for the do-over,” you told him. “That was what I’d been hoping for.”

“You know, I still haven’t eaten you out,” he pointed out. “I wouldn’t want to deny you the full experience.”

“Do we have time?” you asked.

“I don’t fly out until tomorrow night,” he replied. “We have plenty of time for me to see how much I can make you cum in 36 hours.”

You grinned. “Sounds like a plan.”

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[crazycinemas]

Anything For You Peter Parker x Reader

So this is for the wonderfuls @unholyhaz and @spidey-waffles11 writing challenge, congrats to you both! My prompt was “Hey, hey, stop that”. 

Kind of an announcement, may be the last time I post anything for a while. I’m going back to school and have to have that as my top priority. I’ll try to keep writing and posting when I can, but that probably won’t be very often. 

I hope you guys enjoy! Let me know what you think, and thanks for reading! 

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You're cleaning up after dinner when you notice something on the ground, making you scream. Jumping away, you nearly fall over the open dishwasher. You hear Peter running down the hall towards you, sliding to a stop in the doorway. 

“Y/n, what happened, are you okay?” You stare at him with wide eyes. 

“There’s a, there’s a-” You slowly back away from the sink, taking a deep breath. 

“Baby, what is it?” 

“There’s a spider by the sink!” 

Peter bites his lip, fighting off a grin. “It’s okay, Love, he’s not going to hurt you.” 

“You don't know that!” You run into the hall, grabbing the first shoe you see before running back to the kitchen. “It could be a black widow, or a brown recluse, or some other poisonous monster!” You stare at the spider from across the room while Peter tries not to laugh. 

“It’s venomous, Love. If it bites you and something bad happens to you, that’s venom, not poison.” You look up at him, nodding aggressively. 

“See! It’s venomous, it has to go away!” You start slowly moving towards it, raising the shoe, but Peter runs and grabs you around your waist, lifting you up and away from the spider. 

“Hey, hey, stop that, don’t kill him!” He gently takes the shoe out of your hand while you slap at his arms. “He’s not hurting anything, except maybe getting rid of some of the bugs that keep eating your houseplants.” You look at him, exasperated. 

“Peter, it’s a spider! You know I hate spiders!” He cringes internally, but sets you down on the table, standing between your legs. 

“Baby that doesn't mean you have to kill it, we can just catch it and let it outside.” You glare at the creature, still in the same place in the floor by the sink. “Want to help me?” Turning to glare at Peter instead, you shake your head. “Yeah, I didn't think so.” He smiles at you before turning to the spider. 

Getting a glass out of the cabinet, he places it over the spider, which doesn't move. He slides a piece of paper underneath it, and the spider tries to climb up the side of the glass, making you squeal. 

“Peter, he’s moving, don't let him out!” Peter laughs. 

“Y/n, he’s not going to hurt you. He probably wants to leave as much as you want him to. I’m sure he’s more scared of you than you are of him.” 

“I highly doubt that,” you mutter. Peter picks up the spider in the glass and turns towards you. 

“You're sure you don't want him to stay?” He gives you a mischievous grin and you glare at him. “Look at that fuzzy face, he looks like a sweetheart, and I’m sure he’d be a quiet roommate.” You shake your head, eyeing the spider. 

“Peter, if you don't take that insect outside I’m leaving and I won’t be coming back until it’s gone.” Peter grins and turns towards the door. 

“It’s an arachnid, but we can't have you leaving, so I guess Mr. Spider here has to go.” 

You scoff. “Mr. Spider? Isn't that a little formal?” Peter shrugs. 

“He might have a spider family with little spiderlings running around somewhere.” You roll your eyes, shivering at the thought of more spiders in the house. 

“Just take him outside please, Peter.” He smiles at you before walking out the door, returning a few minutes later with an empty glass. You hop off the table and wrap your arms around his neck. 

“Thank you for rescuing me, Baby.” He chuckles, resting his chin on your head and his hands on your waist. 

“Anything for you, Love.”

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The Reunion

Thank you, Sunshine for making the moodboard!!! 💛 @hazssouthernbelle

Tagging just in case: @farfromhaz & @angelhaz11 writing challenge “tell me where s/he is!”

Paring!siblings: Tom Holland x Reader/OC

Paring: Harrison Osterfield x Reader/OC

Word count: 3,133 words

Summary: Thomas Stanley Holland is the best agent of his time. His mate, Harrison James Osterfield, is a close second. The two are never found without the other far behind. So what happens when the only Holland daughter is found on the same assignment/mission as the boys?

Tagging: @skymoonandstardust @hazshauntedbelle @farfromhaz @angelhaz11 @osterfield-holland-andcompany @foreverstuckwritingandimagining @eeyore101247 @tomincostume

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“Holland, my office. Now!”

Katherine stood from her desk while tying her fiery, red hair into a ponytail before heading to her boss’s office. “Yes sir,” her British accent questioned thickly.

Her boss nods to the chair across from his desk. After she sits, he hands her a folder before starting. “Colonel James Brighton of the British Army has been found dead, murdered no doubt, and I want you on the case.”

“Of course sir, but shouldn’t someone from England be handling this?”

“Yes but you’re going to be joining two agents from British Intelligence. All the information is in the folder.” He dismissed her back to her desk with another nod.

By the end of the day Kat looked up from the notes she was making and saw the time. “Shit,” she was gonna be late if she didn’t hurry to the cafe. Putting her notes in the folder before into her bag as she rushed to her car. Putting some music on the radio as she jammed on the way there. Finding an empty table and ordered a cup of hot chocolate while waiting in her other agents she got a phone call.

“Tommy! How are you?”

She heard a laugh on his end of the line, “I’m fine Kit Kat. What about yourself?”

She shook her head at the nickname, “I’m alright just waiting for some people to start this meeting I’ve got. Oh! I better go I think they’re here now. Love you.” With that she ended the call and let her red hair fall from her ponytail. Her hot chocolate cake and she thanked the waiter with a smile. Going back over her notes once more she heard a voice.

“Are you with the CIA?”

“Depends who’s-,” she stopped short upon seeing who stood in front of her. It was none other than her older brother and Harrison.

“Katherine?”

“Hi Tommy, Hazza looks like we’re a team again.”

The boys sat down in silence, processing that the little girl they known to love is an agent.

“So let me try to see if I understand this all. When we left you started training and then a year later got recruited here to the States. Where you made your way up the ranks and managed to beat the other men in your organization who’s been there longer than you. Got this case only knowing what we probably know as well, but didn’t know you were teamed with us?” Harrison’s ocean blue eyes not once leaving Katherine’s warm brown ones, while Tom remained silent.

“That would seem to all be correct. Now shouldn’t we get this thing started boys?” She motioned to her folder/notes with a smirk and took a sip of her hot chocolate.

“We should go somewhere else to talk, never know who may be listening into our conversation.” Tom spoke with a voice that was more mature than two years ago to the boy he once was.

Once they got back to Katherine’s suite apartment, she let the boys get situated. Going to her own room to change into more comfortable clothes, consisting of one of time old shirts and her favorite sweats with fuzzy socks. Humming to herself walking back to the kitchen, opening the folder she placed on the counter. While rummaging through her fridge and cupboards to look what she can cook up for dinner. She knew they probably haven’t had a good home cooked meal in a bit. She looked through the notes and information while she made dinner. Soon the apartment smelled of spaghetti with chicken and baking garlic toast.

“What smells so good Kat?” The boys walked into the kitchen to find her making dinner while going over the mission and writing down more notes.

She turned to them with a smile while closing the folder. “Well I thought I would make my favorite boys dinner and not talk of work until afterwards.”

Tom walked over to the stove stirring the pasta while giving his sister a kiss on the head. “Is this mum’s recipe?”

“Yes, well I tried my best but I’m sure you two will like it just fine. Figured you haven’t had a home cooked meal in a while.”

Tom hummed while trying the sauce only to be smacked by Katherine a second later.

“No. You can wait until it’s done Thomas. Hey Haz!” She smiled at the blue eyes man happily after scolding her brother.

Haz offered a smile in return while lost in his thoughts of the past and how he feels something new. Or was it there all along and he’s just now noticing it coming to the surface?

“Oi Div stop the thoughts running about in your head and get dinner before I eat it all.” Tom laughed causing Haz to blink with a nod.

Katherine watched the duo, more so Haz than Tom, from her spot at the kitchen table. She tried not to let her mind think too much of Haz’s behaviour while her and Tom caught up. She smile grew as Tom spoke of their family back home and how they are all doing.

Haz quietly watched the siblings from his seat across from Katherine as he ate.

Soon after they all finished up with dinner, Katherine opened a bottle of white wine. She ushered them to the living room where she gave them their drinks and left hers on the table. Returning to the kitchen to close the bottle up, her thoughts wandered to Haz and how he’s been so quiet and how she noticed him watching her throughout dinner.

Tom let his eyes follow his sister before turning to Haz.

“Haz,” Tom watched as his mate’s head whipped up to look at him, “you a’right mate?”

Looking towards the kitchen Haz smiles softly before turning back to Tom. “Tom, I honestly don’t know how to respond. I need some time to figure it all out.”

The brown eyed boy nodded his understanding before taking a sip of wine when Kat returned with a bag of trash.

“I’ll only be a minute boys, trash day is tomorrow.” With that she moves to the back door. While outside putting the trash in the bin she noticed a hand and walks towards it. It’s an innocent man killed the same way as the colonel. Rushing back to the boys to tell them what happened.

Soon the body is taken for autopsy and the belongings the John Doe has on home bagged, including a note addressed to Kat. She took it without the boys knowing.

Oh, little Kit Kat. How you’ve grown since our last chat. So beautiful and fierce as ever, too! I can’t wait to spend more time with you, soon.

Enjoy the game, darling.

Looking at the note, she felt a shiver run down her spine. Of course he would be the one behind all of this, Kat thought. Knowing the boys are in the living room talking about the mission and what’s next. She put the note in her back pocket before grabbing her own notes. Walking into the kitchen to make them all tea she overheard them talking.

“…I don’t know Tom, why aren’t you more worried about Kat? You saw how she was during the whole ordeal.”

“Of course I’m worried about her, but we have a job to do,” he responded while seeing his little sister walk towards them with three mugs of tea.

Setting the tea on the coffee table before dropping her notes on the floor. Kat sat on the floor smiling between the pair. “So got any theories boys?”

The duo looked at her with blank expressions.

Spreading her notes out around her, while taking a sip of tea, she let herself think.

The trio soon immersed themselves into their notes while silently sipping on their tea.

Kat went to her bedroom grabbing her laptop and came back. Starting to type all the information into a database of the locations of the two killings to hopefully find any similarities. “Other than being killed the same way there wasn’t much that I could find that could link that the two have crossed paths in their lives.” She looked at the pair sadly before shaking it off. Every time she puts the killer’s name, Jethro Potter, into all the databases but comes up short with not a single hit on him.

The boys watched silently as she spoke before she got up and went to the back door stepping into the dark of night.

“You should go out and make sure she’s okay,” Tom states looking at the other.

“Me? Why?” Haz looked at his best mate like he was a mad man.

“Because there’s obviously something going on between you two, so go.”

Kat leaned against the fence looking up at the stars too lost in thought to even notice the back door open.

“Hey..want some company?” Haz stopped in front of her seeing the way the moon hit her just right making her glow.

Moving her eyes to his bright blue ones in the moonlight with a small smile. “So you finally gonna talk to me?”

“I am still trying to figure out some things and I didn’t know what to say to you, if I’m being honest.”

“Go tell Tom we are going on a walk.”

Haz nods before almost running inside to tell the other boy.

Kat waits patiently for him nervously fiddling with her hands outside on the road. She watched as he came back out with a smile.

With the moonlight as their only light to see, they began walking in silence.

Some would say they could smell pumpkin in the air, and that’s what Kat smelt as the leaves crunched under their feet.

“Do you think we will find this killer?,” Haz broke the silence softly.

“Yes we will,” anger dripped in her reply.

Haz looked at her as she kept her eyes forward and smiled at how determined she always have been.

The wind had picked up making her shiver and Kat wrapped her arms around herself cursing under her breath forgetting her coat.

Haz noticed and took his off before dropping it over her shoulders.

She looked at him smiling before they heard the leaves crunch many times.

Looking around them, they found themselves surrounded by men and haz pulled his gun out of his hostler.

One of the men grabbed Kat dragging her back and making Harrison’s coat drop to the ground.

She kept her eyes on his blue orbs as she started to realize who was holding her, she tried to get away but the man held a knife to her throat as the others pointed their guns at Harrison.

“Aw sweetheart how I’ve missed you,” whispered the man before looking up at Harrison, “you must be the boyfriend? Well I’m sure she never mentioned me.”

“I’m going to kill you,” Harrison to a step forward before being stopped by Katherine’s voice.

“Please don’t hurt him...just take me I know that’s what you really want.”

“Mmm pretty little thing I’ve got in my arms, well boys let’s get going.” He yelled before pulling Katherine with him as his men made sure to make Harrison stay.

Once they were gone Haz screamed and fell to the ground. Anger made his blood boil as he picked up is coat seeing a piece of paper on the ground.

Making his way back to her house, he knocked on the door.

Tom opened it confused, “wh-“

“They took her and I couldn’t stop them! To top it off she took this from the scene earlier,” Harrison moved past the other man to the living room to look at his notes.

Tom shut the door reading the note, cursing under his breath. He followed Haz and watched him before grabbing Katherine’s laptop. “His name is Jethro Potter, I honestly didn’t think he’d come back and do this…”

Harrison looked at him with furrowed brows.

“...he was her ex. Crazy and obviously he still wants her back after all this time.”

“You’re fucking kidding me right?! Now I’m gonna kill him even more.” Harrison paced the room rubbing a hand through his blonde curls remembering how calm she seemed. “She was calm about it, but once they pointed guns at me is when she freaked and told them to just take her and leave me. I couldn’t do anything or they would have hurt her.”

Tom bite his lip seeing his mate’s love for his little sister shine to the surface.

“We’re gonna get her back and kill the bastard.”

Katherine stayed silent as she walked with them to the vans. Forced into one of them with Jethro, she tried to get as far away from him as possible but he didn’t let her. His eyes on her made her sick to her stomach. The only man she wanted to look at her like that is Harrison. Oh god he must be furious. Tom is gonna be pissed. She was dragged out of her thoughts when the engine started up and they made their way to their destination. She couldn’t see anything cause the windows were blacked out.

“You better forget about your boyfriend and that brother of yours because you won’t see them again.” Jethro smiles watching her.

“Like hell, they’ll find me and kill you. As to which one will kill you I don’t know yet.” She spat at him.

Soon a bag was put over head and she was forced from the van and soon tied to a chair. The bag was taken off and she had to blink because of the lights.

Before she could speak the same men that surrounded Harrison, were around her with sick smiles on their faces. They started to punch her and some even gave her cuts. She fought and screamed trying to move the chair but it was bolted to the floor.

“That’s enough boys, she needs to be able to live after all.”

Groaning she raised her head to look at Jethro with anger.

“Now now, you know to not look at me like that. It never has suited you.” He tutted walking around her before stopping in front of her. Gripping her chin, he forced her to look up at him. “You always did look best when looking up at me.”

She spat at him before forcing her head to move and looked away.

He yanked her hair making her cry out, “you look at me when I talk. You know better than that.”

She stayed silent biting her lip as her blood boiled with rage.

The boys searched for an address to Jethro Potter and came up empty when they went to his house. Soon they found a warehouse to him.

“We need to go now.”

“No they’ll be expecting us and we need to be prepared to attack with how many men he has,” Tom stated while pacing his sister’s kitchen thinking.

Sighing Harrison knew he was correct but he just wanted to have Katherine in his arms safe and sound. “I love her, I was gonna say it while we walked but…”

“Then you tell her when we find her and bring her home safe. Just don’t break her heart or I will hurt you, and you know how merciless I can be.” Tom looked over at him with meaning behind it.

“Well when should we get there? Nightfall?”

“Probably best in the early morning hours because they’ll be tired, hopefully.”

Harrison nodded.

Katherine was left alone in the room for what felt like hours. She has tried everything she could to escape this damn chair but couldn’t. She heard footsteps and a door open. Looking around she soon found herself in a room alone with Jethro.

“And what do you want?”

“Oh I just wanna be in here when they get here to see how hurt you are. We both know you liked it though, right sweetheart?”

“Go to hell!”

He moved quickly holding a knife to her throat again, “careful or I’ll have to slice your pretty neck love.”

A shiver ran down her spine at his words and the coolness of the knife.

The boys silently took out all the men to not alert Jethro of their presence. They went in every room and found nothing. Soon they came up on the last door and heard voices.

“Ready?”

“To kill the bastard? Always.”

With that the two kicked the door open and looked at the man.

Tom checked the room it was clear except the man.

Harrison rushed up to him pushing him to the wall, “tell me where she is!”

“You’ll never find her, especially if you kill me now.”

“Tom. Find her. Now!”

Tom nodded and headed to the hallway, “Katherine?!”

She looked up from her spot on the floor in a closet. She knew that voice. She moved trying to make as much noise as possible while tied up and her mouth covered.

Tom stopped when he heard a bang. Looking around he saw a secret door and opened it. “Oh my god Kat.” He rushed to untie her and get the tale off her mouth.

“Tom…” she hugged him wincing.

“Easy come on,” he lifted her into his arms despite her protests that she could walk. When he rounded the corner she jumped from his arms and grabbed his gun.

“Katherine! Wait!”

She didn’t and walked through the door with fire in her eyes, “Harrison move.”

He looked up and almost cried with joy seeing her. “Like hell I will, he hurt you and I let him take you.”

“Harrison. Move. Now.” She commanded cocking the gun and pointed it in Jethro’s direction.

Harrison looked between the two before letting go and backing up.

Jethro looked at her smiling, “now sweetheart that’s no way to treat your boyfriend. Men are supposed to command women.”

“Like hell.” She walked up to him and put the gun to his head. “Now you’ll never see me again. Oh and you’ve only gotten one thing right this whole time you’ve had me in your warehouse. He is my boyfriend, so bye.” With that she shot him in the head before also the heart. Watching him drop she turned to she the two men she loves most in her life and set the gun down. Smiling at Haz before falling to the ground, he caught her in his arms crying.

“I love you, I should have said it earlier and-”

Katherine cut him off by kissing his lips gently, “you said it now and that’s all that matters. I love you too. Thank you both for finding me. Now care to tell me why it took you so damn long?”

[angelteyam]

Hey, can I do “You’re so goddamn beautiful.” with Tom Holland as a part of this series I'm doing? For your writing challenge? Blog name: Peterparkersbodyguard.

Of course lovely!! Thank you for participating! @marvellousparkerpeter

[moorehollandplz]

I’d take the mishaps to have a 1/1,000,000 chance with him!

The 5 Misadventures of Jessica Drew (+1 Adventure)

Check out my Masterlist here!

Pairing: Tom Holland/Reader

Summary: When you meet Tom Holland, you have the worst luck on what’s supposed to be your best day ever.

Word Count: 3,042

Warnings: Smut and language

A/N: This is for the @unholyhaz and @spidey-waffles11 Milestone Celebration Writing Challenge! My prompt was “Stop laughing at me!”

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[goldenretriever-nicknelson]

This was so cute!! 💞 I too relate to hating spiders and I love seeing Peter being all sweet to one 😂

Anything For You Peter Parker x Reader

So this is for the wonderfuls @unholyhaz and @spidey-waffles11 writing challenge, congrats to you both! My prompt was “Hey, hey, stop that”. 

Kind of an announcement, may be the last time I post anything for a while. I’m going back to school and have to have that as my top priority. I’ll try to keep writing and posting when I can, but that probably won’t be very often. 

I hope you guys enjoy! Let me know what you think, and thanks for reading! 

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You’re cleaning up after dinner when you notice something on the ground, making you scream. Jumping away, you nearly fall over the open dishwasher. You hear Peter running down the hall towards you, sliding to a stop in the doorway. 

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