#tom holland requests

[thollandsgirl2013]

Hi again! Could you possibly do a tom fic where the reader is Tom's gf but she's not famous or anything and ehe he's on the Jimmy Fallon show promoting bero she's there backstage. Jimmy kindly asks Tom if it would be ok to bring her out for the rest of the interview so tom goes backstage to escort the reader by the hand and Jimmy includes her in the interview

I tried my best. I literally wrote three drafts for this one. Then combined it. Still not so happy with the outcome but it is what it is.

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𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐧

Parings → Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings → none

Summary → Tom taking you on the stage of Jimmy Fallon show.

The backstage green room was cozy and buzzing with quiet activity as you sipped on a cup of tea. The hum of the Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon echoed faintly through the walls, and you couldn’t help but smile watching Tom on the monitor.

He was in his element—charming, quick-witted, and completely at ease. Promoting BERO, his non-alcoholic beer, was something he was clearly passionate about, and it showed in every word he spoke.

“And there he goes,” you murmured to yourself, watching as Tom made the audience laugh again. You’d been with him long enough to know how natural this all was for him, and honestly, it was something you’d grown used to, too.

You adjusted the hem of your simple but elegant outfit, making sure everything was in place. Even though you weren’t famous, you’d walked enough red carpets with Tom to feel comfortable in the spotlight when the occasion called for it.

On the screen, Jimmy grinned at Tom. “Tom, congratulations on BERO! I’ve tried it, and I have to say, it’s really good.”

“Thanks, mate,” Tom said, flashing that boyish smile that made your heart flutter. “It’s been a labor of love. I wanted to create something for everyone to enjoy, and the feedback has been amazing so far.”

Jimmy leaned forward conspiratorially. “Now, I heard from a little birdie that your girlfriend is here backstage tonight?”

Tom’s face lit up at the mention of you. “She is, yeah. She’s been my biggest supporter. She’s been with me every step of the way.”

Jimmy’s grin widened. “Do you think she’d be okay with joining us out here for the rest of the interview?”

Tom laughed, glancing off-camera toward the backstage area, as if he could see you. “Let me go ask her. She’s used to this sort of thing, but I always like to check.”

The audience chuckled as Tom stood and walked offstage. Moments later, the door to the green room opened, and there he was, grinning like a kid at Christmas.

“Hey, darling,” he said, leaning against the doorframe. “Jimmy wants to bring you out. Feel up to it?”

You tilted your head, amused by the way he asked like you hadn’t done this a dozen times before. “Do I have a choice, or will you just drag me into it like always?”

Tom smirked. “I’d never force you… but I do think the audience would love you. And I’d love to have you out there with me.”

You sighed dramatically but smiled, standing up. “Fine. But only because I don’t trust you to keep any secrets without me.”

He laughed, reaching for your hand. “Fair enough.”

As he led you toward the stage, you squeezed his hand reassuringly. “You really don’t have to check with me every time, you know. I’ve got this.”

“I know,” he said, glancing back at you with a warm smile. “But I like to make sure. Besides, you keep me in line.”

The stage lights were blinding as Tom guided you out, and the audience erupted into cheers. You smiled confidently, giving a small wave as Jimmy stood to greet you.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the lovely Y/n Y/l/n!” Jimmy announced, shaking your hand. “Welcome! Thanks for joining us.”

“Thanks for having me,” you said, settling onto the couch next to Tom. “He didn’t really give me much of a choice, though.”

The audience laughed, and Jimmy chuckled. “Tom’s persuasive, huh?”

“Very,” you replied, shooting Tom a playful look.

“Oi,” Tom said, feigning indignation. “I’m standing right here, you know.”

Jimmy leaned back with a grin. “So, tell me—what’s it like dating one of the biggest stars in Hollywood? And don’t hold back. We want all the juicy details.”

You laughed, glancing at Tom, who gave you an encouraging nod. “Honestly, it’s not as crazy as people think. Sure, there are red carpets and press tours, but at the end of the day, he’s just Tom. He still leaves his socks everywhere and forgets to replace the toilet paper.”

Jimmy beamed at you. “So, you and Tom have been dating for two years now, right?”

“Yeah, that’s right,” you confirmed, glancing at Tom, who smiled proudly.

“And you’ve known each other since childhood?”

Tom jumped in, eager to share. “We grew up in the same neighborhood. She used to boss me around when we were kids.”

You shot him a playful look. “Only because you deserved it.”

The audience laughed, and Jimmy raised an eyebrow. “Bossing Spider-Man around? That’s impressive.”

The audience roared with laughter, and Tom groaned, running a hand down his face. “Why do I feel like this is going to turn into a roast?”

“Because it probably will,” you teased, nudging him lightly.

Jimmy laughed, clearly enjoying the dynamic. “You two are adorable. So, Tom, does she ever help with your projects? I feel like she’d be the perfect taste tester for BERO.”

“Oh, absolutely,” Tom said, turning to you. “She has better taste than I do, so I always run things by her first. She’s brutally honest, though.”

You shrugged. “I’m just not going to let you release something that isn’t perfect.”

“And that,” Tom said, gesturing to you, “is why I keep her around.”

The rest of the interview was filled with laughter, lighthearted banter, and a few endearing moments that left the audience swooning. By the time it was over, you realized just how much fun you’d had.

As you walked offstage hand-in-hand with Tom, he leaned down to whisper in your ear, “You were amazing, as always.”

You smirked. “Told you I’ve got this.”

Tom chuckled, pulling you close as the noise of the audience faded behind you. “Remind me to bring you to every interview from now on.”

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[desideriumwriter]

heyyyy i wanted to request a peter x fem!reader fic! where peter shows up at readers window and he’s cut or something and needs reader to stitch him up and reader is scared to but she eventually does and peters all calm and encouraging reader while she’s freaking out and screaming on the inside

i loveeeee your writing and i can’t wait for more ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

ty for the request!! i love this idea so much lmaoo

cw: talks of blood, being stabbed, stitches, nothing too graphic i think! poorly proofread, works with any spiderman version! | wc: 1.0k | navi

It’s a late Sunday night and you’re hunched over your desk, your small desk lamp and the moonlight peeking through your translucent curtains being the only light in your room.

There’s a few papers scattered across the wooden desk with your laptop in front of you, several tabs open on a topic for the project that’s due tomorrow.

Your room is mostly quiet, the only sound being your fingers clicking against the keyboard or your pencil on paper and the soft music playing from your radio.

A loud thud against your window made you jolt up from your slouched position, you turned in the direction of the noise.

You saw Peter in his suit, his hand holding down on his abdomen. His voice was muffled through the suit and the window as he asked you to open the window.

Immediately, you got up and unlocked the window, sliding the glass panel up, you couldn’t get a word in before he started crawling through, slightly stumbling once inside.

He yanked off his mask, dropping it onto your desk.

The single lamp on your desk didn’t give you the best sight of him, but you could tell his chest was heaving as he held onto your wall.

“Peter?” Your face was covered with worry at his weak posture.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you, I usually fix myself up but your place was closer than mine.”

“Peter, what the hell happened?”

“I got in the middle of a mugging and I may have gotten...” He trailed off as he removed his hand from his stomach, revealing a nasty gash, blood staining his skin and suit around the injury.

“Oh my god, we need to get you to a hospital.” You gasped at the sight.

“No, no hospitals.” He strained. “It’s just a flesh wound.” He pressed his suited hand back onto the injury.

“You've been stabbed!” You cried out, looking at him with disbelief.

“Cut.” He corrected as you helped him sit down in your desk chair, he peeled his suit off until his abdomen was bare.

“Peter, this looks bad,” You looked at him with pure worry, “We seriously need to get you-“

“Your moms a nurse, right?” His head perked up as he cut off your sentence.

“Yeah, but she's at the one place you don’t want to go!” It was true, your mom had the night shift at the hospital tonight, your mother had no idea the sweet boy from your english class was Spider Man either. You had no idea where he was going with this.

“Well she’s gotta have a first aid kit here, right?”

“Yeah, she’s got like a giant bag under the sink but-“ Your voice was starting to become more panicked than his was originally

“She’s taught you a few tricks, I remember-“ He shifted in seat and winced a bit, “ I remember you telling that to me.” Your heart fluttered for a second, he remembered, then it went straight back to panicking.

“I mean I know the basics but I’m not a nurse!”

“You know the basics.” He placed his hand gently under your chin, softly moving your head to look at him.

“Peter.” You sighed, knowing he would be stubborn no matter what.

“Go get the first aid kit, please.” His plea came a few seconds after the rest of the sentence, and it was full of desperation.

You gave him a silent answer, running to the bathroom, grabbing a hand towel and the bag of supplies your mother kept.

When you came back you dropped the bag onto the floor, before moving the hand that was over his wound and replacing it with the towel.

Peter kept the pressure on it while you zipped open and shuffled through the bag. You soon were able to find a small suture kit.

“I’ll check and fix up whatever you think you’ve gotten wrong, okay?” Peter assured you.

“Okay. Okay.” Your voice came out in a whisper, he watched as you readied all the supplies, it felt like a miracle when you were finally able to get the thread through the hole.

When everything was ready to go, you held the wound together with your non-dominant hand, the other clutching the needle.

Peter noticed how your hand hovered hesitantly, your eyes darting all around the injury.

He laid his bloodied and somehow steady hands over your shaky ones.

“Come on, you’re a smart girl, you’ve got this.” He spoke softly, hooking a finger underneath your chin and lifting it to meet your gaze.

You took a deep breath and nodded. As you worked you silently repeated the steps you were taught.

It felt like you could finally breathe once you finished covering the spot with bandages and gauze.

“All done. That should be good right?” You sat back, Peter gave you a sweet smile and nod, whispering a ‘thanks’ before giving you a kiss on the forehead.

You went off to clean the blood off your hands and get a moment to calm your racing heart.

Peter had already put his suit back on and grabbed his mask from where he dropped it by the time you’d gotten out the bathroom.

“What’re you doing?” You crossed your arms over your chest as you watched him open the window, he stopped immediately, staring at you like a deer caught in the headlights.

“I-I’m just going back out.” He said sheepishly, you sighed.

“You’re not going anywhere. You’re staying.” You scoffed, dropping your arms to your sides and walking over.

“But I have to-“

“You are in no condition to be swinging around the city.” You interrupted, moving his hands and closing the window shut.

Peter groaned out your name like an impatient child.

“What if-“ He began, you rolled your eyes and held the sides of his face gently.

“Peter, you need some rest. Stay. Please.” The way your voice whispered the last word was enough to melt away his stubbornness.

“I’ll let Aunt May know I'm staying the night.” He mumbled, dropping his mask once again, earning a smile from you.

“Good.” You gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “Take off that dirty suit. I’ll grab you some pajamas.”

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[nouearth]

tom take it out it's hurtingggggggg

[shawnxstyles]

Omg! Panty stealer pt2 is sooooo gooood! Cocky and dom Peter absolutely blew my mind! Your writing is awesome!

Pleeeeease tell me that it will be third part to fulfill the panty trilogy! As humble suggestion maybe reader find out that Pete is SpiderMan and he will finally get head from her while he is in his spidey costume? Or maybe more than just blowjob?Hehehe Am I very bad and naughty that I'm typing this to you? 🥵🤤

Anyways love ya darling! You're smashing it!

in the suit

words: 3k

warnings: smut; (m- receiving [oral], dirty talk), language, and fluff of course. barely edited.

note: panty!peter blurb #1 coming up :D also, this is the way i believe y/n would have found out about spider-man, but i have another request for the same thing so i’ll probably do an alternative version!

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you couldn’t stop thinking about it. how?

how does peter manage to get into your room every night? okay, not every night, but most nights.

most nights, peter magically and mysteriously sneaks his way up into your forbidden bedroom with ease. sometimes, you even wait and watch outside your window to try to get a peak at what he’s doing. but you never see him.

he’s just so slick. how does he do it?

you and peter have been together for over a month now, if you’re counting the day he broke in. the feeling isn’t necessarily new in your heart. you feel like you’ve known him your whole life. like he’s always just… been there.

through this month of stability yet craziness, you haven’t gone back to the frat house since the halloween party. you thought that after you guys got together you would stay there more often, but peter doesn’t want you to be ‘attacked’ by the guys. meaning, he doesn’t want them to ask a million questions when you guys are supposed to be private. you thought his excuse was dumb, but he was also just being a bit protective.

in reality, peter just didn’t know how to get you into the frat house without anyone seeing you. you both had agreed that your relationship was going to be kept private, very private. people could spread rumors and assume you two were together, but you weren’t going to show each other off. you guys liked it this way, it made your relationship more special because it was just for you two.

peter had a sixth sense, sticky fingers, and webs. it was pretty easy for him to crawl up into your room especially because you didn’t have security cameras (maybe you guys should get some at some point though…). you would constantly ask him how he does it since you live on the second floor and it was high up. but peter responds by not responding and instead laughs and kisses you. god, he was too good at distracting you.

but tonight, you were determined to find out.

peter had already texted you earlier and said he wouldn’t be able to stop by tonight because of overbearing homework. you completely understood, and sent him a good luck and goodnight to me then message. but truly, you were sneaking out and heading towards the frat.

you put on your sneakers and a hoodie, pulling the strings tightly around your head. the early december weather was no joke in massachusetts, and your thermal leggings were barely helping to keep you warm. as quietly as possible, you leave through the back door, making sure not to alert anyone or anything. not like you have a system to alert though.

you cut through some of the hedges until you’re in the front yard and the frat is staring at you from across the street. taking a deep, chilly breath, you cross the road with your frozen fingers tucked in your pocket.

all the lights in the top rooms were off, except one. you’re not totally sure which one is peter’s, but what other frat guy would stay up until 11 p.m. working on homework?

maybe ned, but he sleeps downstairs.

you walk until you’re under the window, the yellowish light taunting you. there was no latter, vine, rope, or magic hair to get you into the bedroom. the houses were built very similarly, and you know he doesn’t bring a latter with him.

so how does he do it?

you take a glance at your surroundings. the biggest difference of your houses was that the guys’ didn’t have large garden hedges. they just had a shit ton of messy bushes that they should probably trim once in a while.

having no ideas, you try to jump towards the window. great, that’s totally going to help you. maybe you’ll get some super jump that can spring you up and inside.

you feel stupid. yeah, peter may be the smartest person on campus and going to mit on a full academic scholarship, but how does he sneak into your room? with geometry? you didn’t think so.

wait.

what if… he’s hiding something from you?

that would explain why he’s so weird about it. letting the impulsive decisions take you over, you throw a rock at his window. hopefully, you’ll get his attention and he’ll come down, so you can see how he does it. or he’ll just go through the front door… whatever he does, you need to ask him this question right now. or else you’ll never be able to sleep again.

when throwing the rock gets tedious and noisy, you quit. just as you’re about to drop to the ground in annoyance, you hear a distant whipping sound. you hold your breath as if the person whipping will hear you.

fuck. it wasn’t a good idea for you to go out at night.

suddenly feeling anxious and scared, you slowly creep towards the sorority house. you don’t get too far before you see a body flinging through the air. the whipping noise gets closer and closer to you with every web on the streetlights. what the…

there’s only one person that could possibly be doing the impossible.

spider-man.

but what was he doing in your little neighborhood? this was one of the safest places in the area, so he didn’t need to check up here. there were so many more places in massachusetts that needed saving. feeling beyond curious, your feet scatter to hide you behind one of the untrimmed bushes.

you watch through crowded leaves as spider-man swings through the neighborhood, getting towards you. it’s like he can sense you and he’s coming for you. your heart thumps wildly in your chest, nervous about seeing him. you’ve never seen him before, and at least not in person. he was popular on the newspaper and television screens, but never on the street. unless you lived within the city.

with one long and final thwip, spider-man flings himself towards the frat house.

what. the…

you place your hand over your mouth, just in case your breathing is too loud. you intensely watch as the spider crawls up the white wall and towards the only lit window in the whole house.

no. fucking. way.

before you could fully register what you were seeing, you felt the gasp leave your mouth. you slap both of your hands on your face to shut yourself up. you nearly fall back on your heels as spider-man halts his movements. he scans his surroundings before jumping down the wall entirely.

your eyes are wide and your hands of shaking. you’ve never felt your heart beat so unbelievably fast, but you’ve also never been more afraid. what does he do to people that find out? what is going to happen to your relationship?

the body of blue and red stocks closer to the bushes with careful steps. you try to scoot away, but your back hits the fence. the wood creaks, your actions not quiet enough. his footsteps pick up speed as they rush to the bushes with determination.

spider-man jumps over the plant with grace, hoping to see a wild animal of some sort. but when he sees his girl with the most shocked and terrified expression in the world, he immediately falls to his knees.

“y/n,” he calmly says, slowly inching to you. he doesn’t hesitate to comfort you as peter. you don’t move, you just listen. “it’s okay. i promise.”

now that he sensed you, peter could hear your heartbeat overbearingly in his ears. he could hear your muffled breaths under your palm, and he just wanted to soothe your fear.

“baby,” he wanted to cuddle your body until you stopped shaking. you weren’t crying, you were just in shock. peter takes a quick glance at his surroundings before yanking off his mask and kneeling, so you could see his face reflecting off the moonlight. “it’s just me.”

“i…” you whispered as your hands fell from your face. peter doesn’t hesitate to grab them gently with his gloved ones. “…knew it.”

“you knew i was spider-man?”

“well… for like five seconds,” you flusteredly laugh while trying to recover. you still haven’t gotten used to this. well it’s only been a minute. “i knew you were hiding something.”

“what are you doing out this late anyway?” he stares straight up at the moon as it shines vehemently over you both.

“uh… well,” you start, “i was kind of curious as to how you always snuck into my bedroom without a latter or something, so i went to see? i don’t really know what i was looking for.”

peter chuckles. “but you found your answer, yeah?”

“yeah, i did,” you smile with sweetness as peter helps you up from the grass floor.

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“it’s different breaking into your room rather than mine,” you say as you sit on the edge of peter’s bed. you watch as he tosses his mask inside of a box labeled books. “so that’s what was in the box. not dirty magazines.”

“surprise?” peter laughs and you giggle at his shyness. his cheeks and nose were red from the cold, but also from the slight blush that crossed them. you made him feel all warm and tingly inside, and even a little gooey.

his hand reaches for the button on his chest. it deflates, instantly becoming huge around him.

“wait,” you stop him before he undresses himself. he looks towards you. “can i just… look at you for a moment? in the suit?”

a small smirk creeps up his face. peter clicks the button again and his suit encloses on his body, outlining his muscles perfectly. every ridge and curve of him was being shown off by the spandex. you felt a spark of lust fire inside of you at the sight.

“like me in my suit, baby?” he teased as he trudged over to you. you stood up from the bed to meet his buff chest. you nodded with a bite of your lip.

he nearly growls before attaching your lips. it’s barely been a day since he’s last kissed you, but that’s too long for him. his gloved hand grips your jaw to deepen the kiss while your hands explore his messy hair.

the heat between you was undeniable. you were getting worked up over peter in his suit, and that’s something you never thought was possible. because you didn’t think peter being spider-man was possible.

is there a spider-man kink?

you take your shirt off after breaking the kiss, but resume it in no time. as he pushes you onto the bed, you stop him, having a new idea in mind.

“peter,” you sigh, spandex body hovering over yours.

“you okay?”

“yeah, yes. i just…” you swallowed, “can i…”

you didn’t really get your question out. you just slithered your body off the bed until your knees were digging into his carpet. peter’s eyebrows shoot up as he stares down at your figure, submissive below him.

“fuck. you want to touch my cock?” peter was already growing hard at the idea of fucking you in his suit. he found it hot that you found his suit hot. everything seemed to be a turn on right now. but now you were on your fucking knees like an angel and damn near begging to touch him?

how could he say no?

“go ahead then, sweet girl,” peter allows, but you stay still.

“how do i take it off—?”

“right—”

he unzips a zipper that you swear wasn’t there before. you barely take him fully out before you’re drooling at the sight. he was big and thick, and you don’t think you’d ever get used to looking at and feeling him.

your thumb drags over his weepy tip and he winces at your freezing touch.

“sorry!” you exclaimed with a funky smile. he forcefully laughs while you spit warmth into your hand.

“it’s okay, baby.”

your delicate hand wraps around him as you shift up and down. he sighs into the air, eyes fluttering back. your other hand scratches his thighs lightly. then, you fondle his balls until he’s groaning above you.

“fuck, darling,” he moans as his rough hand rests on your head. with his grip on you, you feel inclined to put your mouth on him. you’re barely an inch away, so what are you waiting for?

your lips pucker as you kiss his veiny shaft. you see from the top of your eyes how his face floods with pleasure, and your ego rises.

“if you look at me like that again, i’m going to explode, baby,” peter husks with his fingers laced in your hair for support.

with a hummed chuckle, you finally place your mouth on him. you suck on his leaky tip as a deep groan elicits from him. his noises always give you a bunch of reassurance, so you hum against him in satisfaction.

“takin’ me so well,” peter forces himself to stay still and let you do all the work. although, his hips just want to break free and ram into the back of your throat until you lose your voice. for another time… “love when you’re on your knees for me.”

you vibrated a moan against his cock as you took him deeper, a little more than half way. you were never the best at giving head because you couldn’t go that far down without gagging atrociously, but after peter showed you a better technique, for breathing and comfort, he thought you were a professional.

“you like being on your knees for me? or for spider-man?”

a groggy moan rippled around his cock from your filled throat, confirming his suspicions. you were definitely turned of the idea of peter as spider-man, and because of that, he was too. every time you were horny, peter was too.

you released your hands from him and braced them on his thighs. you focused and remembered the small notes he’s given you before. you take a long breath before sinking his cock deep in the back of your mouth. your thumb stabs your palm to eliminate your gag reflex, and it works. your nose nudges the base of his cock and you can see up close how his abs contract tightly.

“fuck! doing so good for me. going to make me come, sweet girl.”

hearing this, you bob and twist your head with a goal. your tongue swirls exploring around each ridge like it’s never tasted the plain before. peter was delicious; he was sweet with a pinch of saltiness that made you a fan of giving head. you would get on your knees any day for him.

his cock twitches in your mouth, warning you that he’s coming. you feel his hips buck into you as he strongly yanks your hair. you groan as he lets himself go.

“where do you want it? on your face? chest? or are you going to swallow it like a good girl?”

even when his dick twitches again, you don’t make an effort to move. you lick the underside of him, which sends peter over the edge.

a string of hushed groans fall from his pink lips as his muscles clench. ropes of his orgasm spurts down your throat, and you swallow every drop like a champ. well, almost all. parts of his come drip from the corner of your lip as he slowly pulls out of you.

the second he exits you, your jaw is instantly sore and achy, but it was worth it. to see the flustered and breathless peter above you was worthless everytime. peter was nearly disoriented by how fucking incredible your mouth was. how you were.

he tucks himself back into his suit as you remain on the floor. he leans down and helps you up, your knees popping in the process.

“how was it this time?” you croaked, voice cracking horrendously. peter tries not to laugh as he wipes away the nearly dried sperm on your face. you open your mouth without a thought, and he sticks his thumb in your mouth for you to lick it clean.

“it was good. fucking amazing. impeccable. exceeded expectations. outstanding performance—”

“okay, okay i get it. you’re a nerd!” you brokenedly laugh as you shove his chest. you got a sudden wave of chills because you were starting to get a bit cold. your body was still running hot because you were still, well, turned on.

“nerds are awesome, okay? they know everything.”

“like what? impress me,” you challenge as you throw your leg on top of his lap and get yourself seated. he smirks, feeling his cock chuff up a bit already. you were beyond soaked in your panties, and you just couldn’t wait for peter to destroy you.

peter knows you didn’t actually want him to say anything nerdy, so he made it a bit sexual. as always.

“they know how to… kiss.”

“you’re probably the one nerd that knows how to kiss.”

“okay, fine. i know how to kiss,” his hand cups your face as it leans closer towards his. he places a soft, longing kiss on your swollen lips before pulling away way too fast for your liking. “i know how to touch you, i know how to rile you up. right? i’m doing it right now. and you’re probably soaking.”

a warmth wave floods through your body at his words.

“i know how to talk to you too. bet these dirty words are going straight to your little clit, huh?”

“peter,” you whimper. he was right. he was beyond right.

his hand trails down your bare stomach and hovers over your clothed cunt. he can feel the heavy heat radiating from you through your leggings, begging for more.

“i can feel you. i can smell you, too. a perk of being spider-man,” he smiles, “guess this nerd is pretty great.”

“peter!” you shook his shoulders in desperation, but he didn’t move. you had a love hate relationship with his teasing. he indeed got you riled up, to the max, until you were begging him to touch you. he just dragged it on and on and on. he loved hearing you beg for it.

“okay, okay, sweet girl,” peter chuckled as his fingers fumbled down the waistline of your leggings. they were thick, so you helped him get them down. “just want to hear you say how awesome nerds are first. how do you think i made these webs?”

“you’re the hottest, super-nerd i’ve ever met in my life. now can you please fuck me?” you begged as your cunt ached.

“aw thanks, baby,” all he did was laugh at your misery with a smirk. “all you had to do was say please.”

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note: not my best work, but i hope you enjoyeddd. literally posting this at 1 am :D

taglist: @invisibletrolleyson-jeremy @lnmp89 @crybabyddl @pretty-npeach @marine-mayday @aerangi @justanotherpasserby-blog @tinafuentes @moniffazictress11 @eywaheardyou @alwaysclassyeagle @mrstealuregirl @bisexual-desi @sherlockstrangewolf @madsttx @graywrites20 @bradtomlovesya @princesspannnn @sageisswaggg @purplerose291 @girlbossnancy @lockwood-lover @marzipaanz

crossed out= not able to tag

[jahayla-parker]

Hi J! I saw that your requests are still open. If it’s okay, can I request a Tom Holand SMUA (been obsessed with those lately!) where they’re going on a road trip to pick up their first puppy (maybe a golden retriever?) and reader documents each stage of their journey on IG? Thank you! 💙

Golden Addition : Tom Holland x Reader SMAU

Descr: Reader and Tom (established couple) adopt a golden retriever puppy and y/n documents the journey from picking out which puppy to adopt until they get home. Fluff

Warnings: i think a curse word is in there somewhere but otherwise just fluff!

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yourusername: cuteness overload ⚠️ this is your official warning that your feed is about to be filled with the adventures of welcoming a new family member 🐾

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tomholland2013: I don’t know what’s cuter, you reacting to seeing the puppies or them reacting to seeing you ❤️

yourusername: @/tomholland2013 the answer is you 😘

tomholland2013: @/yourusername that wasn’t even a choice darling haha xx

yourusername: @/tomholland2013 you’re always the answer though, no matter what the choices are 🤷‍♀️

nikkihollandphotography: ❤️

harryholland64: I expect proper documentation

yourusername: @/harryholland64 I won’t let you down Baz 🫡

holland_tom_harry: are you and Tom getting a puppy together?!

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tomholland2013: I think she’s happy with our choice 😍

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yourusername: he’s sooooo cute T! 😍

tomholland2013: @/yourusername you’re both pretty cute love

zendaya: awwweee xxx

holland24_yln: my parents are getting a new puppy!

harryholland64: wasn’t @/yourusername supposed to be documenting this?

yourusername: @/harryholland64 I’ll have you know, he required cuddles and will not be neglected for the sake of documenting

queenynyln: mother is MOTHERING! 😍

hazosterfield: does he have a name yet?

tomholland2013: @/hazostefield in progress 🤔

tuwaine: he’s so cute im gonna cry

tomholland2013: @/tuwaine ❤️

yourusername: @/tuwaine I did lol

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yourusername: Supply run! #cutestpuppyever

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tuwaine: he’s so precious!

hazosterfield: I’d say they look pretty stoked to have been chosen!

nikkihollandphotography: welcome to the family little one ❤️

ynbffname: the luckiest pup in the world 💕

holland_osterfield: stoppp their growing their little family, I’m going to pass away from cuteness

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yourusername: Tom comforting da baby after he got a bit scared by a bigger dog that was in the store. Now T is sitting with him on the store floor 😭 #soooocuteee #ilovethembothsomuch

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tomholland2013: we both love you so much too darling xxx ❤️

ynbffname: aww such a good dog dad!

yourusername: @/ynbffname the best! 😭

tuwaine: King! 🙌

zendaya: that’s so sweet 🥹

hazosterfield: boss move Tom!

hollandfanatic: SCREAMING!! Tom is so amazing!

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yourusername: Introducing Rufus Y/L/N Holland 🐾 #thecutestboyever

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harryholland64: Tom’s been demoted

tomholland2013: @/harryholland64 I know, I’m no longer the cutest boy in her life. I should be jealous but Rufus is too sweet to be upset with 😂

yourusername: @/tomholland2013 maybe we can call it a tie? ❤️ cause you’re still pretty damn cute 😘

hollander_west1: @/yourusername OTP

hazosterfield: I already love Rufus 🐾

tomholland2013: @/hazosterfield so do we!

zendaya: he IS so cute girl! Noon will wanna have a playdate soon

yourusername: @/zendaya definitely!

nikkihollandphotography: I cannot wait to meet him!

yourusername: @/nikkihollandphotography T will be texting you soon to arrange that as Rufus wants to meet his grandma ❤️

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yourusername: It was my turn to drive but it was hard to not keep looking over at these cuties!

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tomholland2013: eyes on the road darling 😜

yourusername: @/tomholland2013 then you two need to stop being so freaking precious 😭

zendaya: he seems like a big cuddler

yourusername: @/zendaya not sure if you mean Tom or Rufus, but either way, yes ❤️

tomspideyfan1: TOM AND A PUPPY!!! I REPEAT, TOM AND A PUPPY!!!

ynbffname: I love how he’s in Tom’s arms but still looking at you 🤣

tuwaine: @/ynbffname Tom FaceTimed me and Rufus was constantly trying to get y/N’s attention, he’s definitely a momma’s boy haha

yourusername: @/tuwaine he loves both of us

tomholland2013: @/yourusername it’s alright darling, we both know Rufus loves you the most, how could he not? ❤️

nikkihollandphotography: I love this photo!

peter_holland: This needs to be on one of those men with dogs calendars 😍

marrymetomh_2: y/n is feeding us! 🙌

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yourusername: Another supply run on the way home and Rufus is as tired as Tom and I are from the trip but ‘twas worth it! #imean! #lookatthatface!

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tomholland2013: our tired boy 🥹

zendaya: I need him in my life! He’s so adorable and fluffy!

spideyboyholland: THAT FACE!

hazosterfield: falling asleep anywhere, taking after his dad already lmao

yourusername: @/hazosterfield 🤣 100%

tholland_13_x: 😍 Rufus clearly gets his looks from his dad

yntomholland: @/tholland_13_x he clearly gets it from both parents smh

harryholland64: this is the content we really need, no more Tom, just Rufus 😆

tomholland2013: @/harryholland64 rude 💔

tomholland2013: @/harryholland64 but believe me, she’s got more to share xx

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yourusername: Tom may have laughed at me, but Rufus was cold!

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mrshollandxx: omg omg omg

tomholland2013: I wasn’t laughing at you, I was laughing over how preciously overprotective you were being xxx

yourusername: @/tomholland2013 i will not allow him to be cold T 😌

tomholland2013: @/yourusername he had a coat already love, a fur coat even 😜

yourusername: @/tomholland2013 he’s just a baby Tom! 😡

gina_xholland: aawww of course they bought Rufus Holland a coat

zendaya: girl! this is precious!

harryholland64: he’s spilling out of that coat lmao

yourusername: @/harryholland64 he’s a v fluffy boy 😍

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yourusername: Last stop on the way home! Rufus needed to see the beach! #rufusonthebeach #rufus’sfirstbeachtrip

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ynbffname: taking your new boy and your other boy to your favorite place, what’s it like having your life be so perfect?

yourusername: @/ynbffname It’s freaking awesome tbh 😌

tomholland2013: @/ynbffname “other boy” 😑

ynbffname: @/tomholland2013 oh sorry, should I have said her “human boy” instead?

yourusername: @/ynbffname @/tomholland2013 How about my fluffy boy and my life-long boy? ❤️

tomholland2013: @/yourusername I’ll happily take that ♾️

hazntom13: loving this Holland puppy content!

hazosterfield: he looks like he had a fun time!

tomholland2013: @/hazosterfield We all did xx

nikkihollandphotography: getting some energy out before the last leg of the trip I see haha

yourusername: @/nikkihollandphotography that and a potty break!

ynxhollandyln: asking for the 100th time, does anyone know if this means they’re getting married?!

ynupdates: @/ynxhollandyln why would it? But also, privacy! Tf?

ynxhollandyln: @/ynupdates I’m just askin cause getting a dog is a big commitment

ynupdates: @/ynxhollandyln I think they know that smh, just let them be happy and respect their privacy plz

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yourusername: Home at last ❤️🐾

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tomholland2013: 😍 my loves

nikkihollandphotography: I’m on my way over to meet the little fluff ball ❤️

ynbffname: what a cute family 💕

hazosterfield: a perfect addition to your guys’ home for sure! xxx

tuwaine: I love you three so much!

hollandylnfrvr: please don’t stop updating us on Rufus!

yourusername: @/hollandylnfrvr i would never! Follow @/rufusholland for future posts!

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All My Work Masterlist

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[angelfic]

NIIII <3 congrats on 2k followers! soooo, for the game, i've been thinking: mcu!peter parker x mutual pining x “stop staring at me”

MY LOVELY GIGI!!! thank u so so much!! u are the only one to have requested mcu peter and that me very happy btw like that’s my babygirl sugarplum sweetie pie tbh. hope u enjoy 🤭💌

mcu!peter parker x reader + mutual pining + “stop staring at me”

➺ part of my 2k milestone writing game

“I don’t understand question 10,” you scowl at the paper in front of you, eyes blurring from exhaustion. You and Peter have been trying as hard as you can to not fall asleep on the unfathomably comfortable couch as you do your Math homework for the last couple hours. “What did you get?”

Peter doesn’t answer straight away and you drag your eyes away from all the numbers and symbols to meet his eyes just to find him already looking at you.

“Pete?” you ask, raising an eyebrow and laughing when he snaps out of it and clears his throat. “Stop staring at me and start looking at the question. I need you to work it out so you can help me work it out.”

“Oh, I’ve finished,” he says, fumbling around with his worksheets, a dusting of light pink across his cheeks as you gape at him. “Which question did you need, again?”

“You finished already?” The only reason you don’t scowl at his enviable ability to do Math as easily as breathing is because if anyone can help you understand, it’s Peter. And he never fails to do so. You sigh again and point your pen at the paper. “This one, please.”

Peter leans in and peers at the question, shuffling closer on the couch until his shoulder is pressed against yours. You start hoping that your heart isn’t beating as quickly as it feels like it is, because there’s no way Peter won’t hear it with his stupid spidey-sense.

It seems like you’re in the clear, however, when Peter hands his worksheet over to you and begins explaining the working out.

What you don’t see is how he’s holding back a smile at the sound of your heartbeat when you’re concentrating on the paper, your legs resting over his.

[gwilymlee]

by clicking IN THE SOURCE LINK you will find 250 HQ gifs of Tom Holland in movie Cherry, all gifs were made by me, feel free to use for roleplaying purposes and you can edit, include them in gif hunts and etc, as long as you credit. This is a pack in the making, so expect updates, but i’ll post in the tag again only when i finish this, so please, be patient. Anything you need, any doubt, my askbox is open.

please like and/or reblog if you use or found them helpful in any way! (tw: blood, nudity, violence, drug use/abuse)

[ducklingsandlambs]

hi da! Found you account yesterday nd s cool! Was wondering if could request some Spider-Man: No-Way Home paci edits of th three Spider-Man’s? They would reggrs togthr m thinks!

Of course kiddo! Here you go!

And then one with the three together!

Now Playing: The Night We Met  1:13 ───|──────   3:29

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[mcuamerica]

Hey!! Could you do a teen Holland sister reader and she’s got a history of fainting and black outs and one day she’s on a road trip with either all the boys or just Tom whatever you are comfortable with and she blacksojt a couple times and stuff and all her brother/s go super protective and stressed about her ! Thanks sorry If it’s too specific

Prompt 14: “Don’t close your eyes on me”

Pairing: Tom Holland x Sister!Reader

Warnings: Fainting, medical history

A/N: Hope you enjoy! Sorry this took so long!

You watched out the window as the cars passed on the opposite side of the highway. You leaned your head against the window, the cool glass feeling good against your hot forehead. 

“(Y/N), you feeling okay?” You hear Tom ask beside you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

You looked over to him and shrugged, your eyes a little droopy as you felt lightheaded. “A little light headed, but I’m alright.” You said. You shrunk a little under his gaze as he narrowed his eyes, knowing you never really said it was as bad as it was. 

“Are you sure? We can pull over, take a breather if you need to.” He said. 

“Yeah, (Y/N), we can stop if you need to.” You heard Sam say from the driver’s side. “We’ve been on the road for a while.” He said. 

“We have, maybe we should stop at the next exit. Stretch our legs.” Harry said next to him. 

Tom continued rubbing your arm. “Let’s do that,” he said and you shook your head. 

“We don’t need to stop on my behalf. I’m fine.” You said, feeling your eyes close for a few moments. 

Tom frowned and tilted your head up so he could look into your eyes. “Hey, hey, don’t close your eyes on me.” He said and gave you a small smile. “We’ll stop soon, please keep them open.” He said.

You took a deep breath, nodding slowly before you did in fact close your eyes, feeling your body go limp as you passed out. 

Next thing you knew, your brothers were surrounding you in the car, stopped at a rest stop. You groaned quietly and rubbed your head. 

“Oh, thank god. You can’t keep doing that.” Harry joked and looked at you, worry written on his face. 

“I don’t do it on purpose.” You muttered and slowly sat up, taking the water that Tom handed to you. “I’m okay. Maybe stopping helped me.” You said and rubbed your head again. 

Tom looked at you again and then leaned back slightly. “We’re going to grab something to eat, you up for coming with?” He asked. “We could also bring it back here.” 

“I’ll join you.” You agreed and then let all of them help you out of the car. “Alright, if you all decide to crowd me like this, I’m going to pass out again.” You joked, biting your lip as you notice they didn’t laugh. “I’m kidding! I’m fine.” You muttered and then took Tom’s arm when he offered it. 

You loved your brothers, but you knew that you worried them. The good thing was that you knew they would always have your back.

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Tagging: @f0rehead-0f-security because i'm pretty sure you were the one who requested this

[worldsmessiestwriter]

Maybe.

tw - heartbreak :(

word count - 959

Peter Parker x Stark! Reader

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The Stark Tower was usually buzzing with life—Tony in his lab tinkering with his latest invention, the Avengers dropping in and out between missions, and Y/N Stark doing her best to keep up with the chaos. But ever since the breakup, the Tower had felt… quieter.

At least for her.

Peter Parker had a talent for avoiding her, and he did it so well she sometimes wondered if he was using his Spider-Man stealth just to dodge her presence.

Case in point: earlier that day, she’d walked into the kitchen to grab coffee and found him already there. He had been mid-sip when their eyes met, and before she could even muster a “hey,” he mumbled something about needing to fix something for Tony and bolted.

It hurt.

It wasn’t like Y/N wanted to hash things out or relive their breakup. She just… missed him. She missed their late-night talks about everything and nothing, his dumb science jokes, the way his hand always found hers when they watched movies on the couch.

But now? He was practically a ghost.

That night, Y/N sat curled up on the couch in the common area, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders as she stared out the window at the city lights. Her laptop sat open next to her, but she couldn’t focus on anything.

Her mind wandered, as it so often did these days, to the “what-ifs.”

Maybe I’ll see him at Christmas, she thought, a bittersweet smile tugging at her lips. Maybe he’ll walk in, all awkward and fidgety, and we’ll laugh like none of this ever happened. Maybe things could go back to the way they were.

She pictured him sitting across from her at the Stark family Christmas dinner, nervously chatting with Pepper while Tony teased him about his haircut. She could almost hear the sound of his laugh, feel the warmth of his hand brushing against hers under the table.

But the image dissolved as quickly as it came, leaving a hollow ache in its place.

Maybe I’ll see him at New Year’s, she thought. Maybe he’ll show up just before midnight, and we’ll accidentally find ourselves standing under the same mistletoe. And maybe…

She shook her head, wiping at her eyes. “Get a grip, Y/N,” she muttered to herself.

Over the next few days, Y/N threw herself into anything that could distract her—helping Pepper plan an event, running errands for Tony, even taking up one of Natasha’s grueling training routines. But no matter how busy she kept herself, the fantasies found her.

Maybe one day I’ll get married, she thought one night as she flipped through an old photo album. She imagined Peter standing at the mic during her wedding toast, his voice cracking as he told a story about how stubborn she was, making everyone laugh and cry in the same breath. She imagined catching her dad wiping away tears—a rare sight.

Maybe our kids will be best friends, she mused the next day, watching Morgan Stark play with her dolls. She pictured Peter’s child—a little boy with his curly hair and curious brown eyes—sitting next to her own, their heads bent together as they built LEGO towers in the living room.

Maybe we’d live down the street from each other, she thought wistfully. Maybe we’d wave hello every morning and share coffee on lazy Sundays, like nothing had ever gone wrong.

The “maybes” wouldn’t leave her alone, no matter how much she tried to push them away.

The final straw came when Y/N walked into the lab one evening and found Peter working quietly at one of the stations. He was wearing the same hoodie she used to borrow, his hair a little messy like it always got when he was focused.

He didn’t notice her at first, but when she cleared her throat, he froze.

“Oh,” he said, standing up straight. “Uh, hi.”

“Hi,” she replied softly.

An awkward silence filled the room, and Y/N could feel the weight of everything unsaid pressing down on her.

“I…” She hesitated, her fingers curling into the hem of her sweater. “I feel like I should say something, but I don’t know what.”

Peter’s eyes flicked to hers, and for the first time in weeks, she saw a flicker of the boy she used to know. “I know what you mean,” he said quietly.

They stood there for a moment, the distance between them feeling both too small and too vast.

“I miss you,” Y/N blurted out, the words tumbling from her lips before she could stop them.

Peter’s eyes softened, and he took a small step closer. “I miss you too.”

Her heart ached at his confession, but it wasn’t enough to bridge the gap. Not yet.

“Do you ever think about… us?” she asked hesitantly.

“All the time,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “Sometimes I think about what could’ve been, and it kills me. But then I think about how I hurt you, and—”

“You didn’t hurt me,” she interrupted, her voice breaking. “I mean, yeah, it hurt, but… I don’t regret us. Not for a second.”

Peter looked at her with an expression she couldn’t quite read—hopeful, regretful, and something else she didn’t dare name.

“Maybe,” he said softly, “someday we can figure it out.”

Y/N swallowed hard, blinking back tears. “Maybe.”

He gave her a small, sad smile, and then, just like always, he left.

That night, as Y/N sat alone in her room, she thought about his words. Maybe someday. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to keep her going.

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[hollandsangel]

WAIT WAIT I DIDNT EVEN SEE U HAD TOM REQS OPEN, BUT I'VE BEEN THINKING ABT A FAME AU SORTA THING AND TOM IS PERFECT FOR IT:

just sort of tom and reader sneaking around the pap to see each other, secret moments in crowded rooms y'know all that lovey shtick.

(this ones so vague im sorry 😭 however was inspired by 'paris' by miss ts)

this one is SILLY but i love her thank you sm for the req love!!!

⇘ ⇘ ⇘

at first it was actually quite stressful, dodging cameras and wandering eyes, rarely leaving the house just the two of you and never touching in public, but as time went on, it sort of became a bit of a game. although you might have been getting a little too bold.

 tom is definitely getting too bold, sending you glances across the room where he sits with harry and haz, something bubbly in his hand.

you sit at a different table with a few costars, trying not to get too distracted by tom’s smirk and dark brown eyes. it’s hard though, considering the perfectly tailored suit hes wearing, accompanied by shiny cufflinks and his glasses after you’d begged him to wear them tonight. you feel a strange sense of triumph knowing you’re the one to have convinced him to wear his glasses, likes its just one more secret to add to the list. his hair is a proper mess, proper in the sense it’s styled to look effortless, but it’s tom, so of course it’s effortless.

you take a sip from your glass of water and lean in a bit closer to hear the story maude is telling a bit better, something about her latest play. there’s cameras everywhere, people posting instagram stories and journalists coming in from the red carpet, big cinematic set ups for the live stream about to take place.

you swear you sense him before he even utters your name, maybe you smell his cologne or hear his voice subconsciously amongst a hundred others, but suddenly he’s at your table, greeting others before you.

he says your name, feigning surprise as if you didn’t wake up in his bed this morning.

“i didn’t know you’d be here tonight,” he says, hand on the back of your chair. hes smirking, glasses slipping down the bridge of nose. you think you see harry gag behind him.

you smile innocently up at him, licking your lips, “tom! it’s so nice to see you!” you push your chair back and stand to give him a hug, biting back a laugh when harry mutters a curse under his breath and walks away from the two of you with full commitment. tom does the same.

a camera pans around the room from a few tables away and you begin pull away but tom stops you, whispering “coat check” before you separate.

you hear him, but keep up the facade, “it’s so nice to see you,” you fake niceties.

“you as well, i’m sure i’ll see you around, just gonna do the rounds,” he moptions a circle with his finger, nodding at the rest of the table before wandering off.

“i guess you haven’t seen each other since the movie came out,” someone across from you says, “lovely man,” they tell you.

you simply agree before excusing yourself to the bathroom.

it’s so juvenile, you think, the giddy feeling you get in your stomach from sneaking around and giggling with tom in dark corners like the one you’re in now, tucked away in the coat room, sneaking kisses and little touches when no one is watching.

“tom–” you don’t know what cuts you off first, your stifled laugh or his mouth on yours, “i have to get back to my table.”

he grips your waist so you cant wiggle away, grinning at you.

“we’re gonna get caught,” you’re kissing him back, so it’s hard for him to believe you really have to go, even for a second.

“not if you stop talking,” he teases.

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[peterdarlingg]

Could you write tom being really affectionate towards reader? Never really had that :( I got really used to the bare minimum

Admiration and Adoration

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: Tom’s adoration and affection towards you is everything.

Warnings: none, besides maybe a hint of angst if you squint? proof read this only once so…sorry for any typos or mistakes. Bad ending, sorry didn’t know how to end this.

A/n: Hi anon so sorry this is so late, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless, here’s a lil blurb sorry it’s a bit short, been having a huge writers block and just trouble sitting down and focusing on anything has been hard. any and all feedback is appreciated. (Wheather asks, reply’s or reblogs) again all enjoy

You always thought Tom was an affectionate person. His love language was touch. Always wanting to shower you with love.

Like holding your hand at any and all times, or just having his hand protectively behind your back when you’re out on a date.

Complimenting you on said date. “You look beautiful darling,” he’d say, eyes looking at you with complete adoration.

Squeezing your hand three times to silently tell you he loves you.

Or holding you close and having a full blown cuddle session when you’re down. “Do you want to talk about it?” He’d asked while rubbing his hand up and down your back, gently resting his forehead against yours.

“No,” you’d said softy tucking your face in the crook of his neck. “Okay, I can just hold you,” he’d whispered, kissing your temple.

He’d always calm you down with his touch and soothing voice when you’re stressed.

“Everything is going wrong and I don’t know what to do,” you huffed quickly, panicking and pacing around the room about happened at work that day.

“Shh, love it’s okay, it’s going to be okay,” he cooed enveloping you gently into a big soft cuddle.

“I don’t know what to do, I don’t kn-“

“shhh, just breathe darling it’s gonna be okay,” he whispered to you cutting off your cries.

“Shh, just breathe, relax,” he softly said putting your head to his chest, you listing to his calm heartbeat and focusing on chest moving up and down steadily. “That’s it, love” he whispered drawing random shapes on your back gently.

You’d get back late from a hard working day knocked out, and ready for bed, if you’re lucky, Tom would be waiting for you in bed all ready to cuddle you to sleep.

Sometimes he’d even help you get ready for bed or take your makeup off or do you skincare routine if you’re too tried.

“I’m so tired, I’m seriously thinking about just going to sleep like this,” you mumbled all sprawled out on the bed like a starfish, clothes on and everything.

“Don’t worry, love, you stay here okay?” “Don’t have to tell me twice,” you mumbled already half asleep.

A minute later you feel something cold on your face just as you’re about to fall asleep. You

open your eyes to see Tom sitting on the edge of the bed with your makeup wipes in his hand. He’d then proceed to help you change and dressing you in your pjs.

And you’d fall asleep legs tangled and head on his shoulder with his arms tight around your waist. So yeah you wouldn’t change a thing.