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waitimcomingtoo · 3 years

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Tuffy

Pairing: Arvin Russel x reader

Synopsis: you win Arvin a teddy bear, and he acts like he doesn’t like it

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Arvin pulled up to the annual town fair in his beat up old car and parked out front. He lit a cigarette, spotted Lenora near the entrance, and made his way over to her.

“You girls ‘bout ready to go?”

“Just about.” Lenora answered. “Y/n was just finishing up at a game. Oh, there she is.”

“Arvin!” You ran up to them with a teddy bear in your arms. “Thanks for driving us home. Don’t you want to go in at least on ride?”

“Nah. I don’t trust these things in the slightest.” He smiled at you in your high waisted shorts and button up shirt.

“See? I told you he was no fun.” Lenora teased her brother and poked his side.

“Well since you didn’t want to come with us, I won this for you at the balloon game.” You proudly held out the teddy bear you’d been holding. “Since you’re too much of a tough guy to win your own.”

It was a classic carnival plush with a cheap red bow tied around its neck, but Arvin adored it right away. He accepted the teddy bear from you and looked at it, fighting the massive smile that wanted to break out on his face. He didn’t want to stray from his typical cold and uncaring exterior, so he didn’t let it show on his face how much it meant to him.

“Oh. Thank you.” He said softly. “But I’m not much for dolls. You should keep it.”

“It’s not a doll. It’s a teddy bear.” You playfully rolled your eyes. “I’ve been holding it all night, so it smells like my perfume. And I won it for you so you better keep it, tough guy. It’s yours.”

“All right.” He smiled shyly, grateful that you were letting him keep it. “Not sure what I’ll do with it, but I’ll keep it. Thanks, Y/n.”

“You’re welcome, Arvin” You said as you linked your arm through his. “Come on. Let’s go home.”

A few weeks later, you didn’t join Lenora in the back of Arvin’s car like you usually did. He almost always drove the two of you home after school, but you were nowhere to be found that particular day.

“Y/n didn’t need a ride today?” Arvin asked with slight disappointment.

“She was running late so she said she was gonna walk home.” Lenora told him.

“Oh.” He nodded. “Okay.

“Why? Do you miss her?” Lenora teased.

“Shut up.” He blushed. “Just want to make sure she has a safe way home.”

“I’m sure she’ll be fine.” Lenora said, so he let it go. He checked back in a few hours later with Lenora to see if you’d made it home safe.

“Do you know if Y/n made it home yet?” He asked.

“She hasn’t called me yet, so probably not.” Lenora realized. Arvin frowned and looked out the window, not liking the thought of you walking home with how hard the rain was coming down.

“It’s pouring out. She’ll catch her death.” He said as he grabbed his car keys.

“So will you if you try to find her. You know how slippery your tires get.” Lenora reminded him as she followed him to the door.

“I don’t want her walking alone in the rain.” Arvin said as he slid his jacket on. “Imma go get her.”

Arvin got in his car and drove in the direction of your school. A few miles up the road, he saw you walking with your backpack over your head.

“Y/n!” He called out the window. “Get your ass in the car now.”

“Arvin?” You squinted in his direction. “Is that you?”

“Yes, it’s me.” He pulled up beside you. “Get in.”

“How’d you find me?” You asked as you got into his backseat. “And how’d you know I was out here in the first place?”

“Lenora told me you was foolish enough to walk home in this weather.” He said as he looked at you in the rear view mirror.

“I didn’t realize it was gonna rain. Sorry, Arvin.” You apologized to him, making him feel guilty for how he spoke to you. He didn’t mean to make you feel bad, he just worried about you.

“You don’t have to apologize to me, darling.” He said in a softer tone. “And you don’t have to sit in the back either.”

“Um, I think someone’s already sitting in the passenger seat.” You smiled a little and adverted your eyes.

“Who?” He furrowed his eyebrows before looking beside him. Sitting there in his passenger seat was the teddy bear you had won him a few weeks before. To make the sight even more embarrassing, the teddy bear was buckled in with a seatbelt. He had forgotten that he put the bear there and now there was no hiding the fact that he drove around with it.

“Oh.” He blushed and grabbed the bear. “Him.”

“Is that the bear won for you?” You asked coyly. “From the carnival?”

“Yeah. It is.” He adverted his eyes as you climbed into the front seat.

“Why did he have a seatbelt on?” You chuckled as he set the teddy bear on his lap.

“It’s very dangerous to drive without a seatbelt.” He said seriously. “You know that, darling.”

“But he’s just a teddy bear.” You bit back a smile at the way he was behaving. You’d into ever seen him frowning or fighting, so it made you happy to hear him being silly with you.

“A teddy bear you won for me.” He reminded you as he smiled down at the bear. “That makes him special. I gotta protect him.”

“Arvin.” You swooned. “You really kept it? That’s so cute.”

“People don’t usually give me things.” He said quietly. “So he means a lot.”

“Did you name him?” You asked hopefully.

“Yes.” He said softly. “He’s called Tuffy.”

“Why?” You wondered curiously.

“Cause you always call me tough guy.” He admitted without looking at you. He hadn’t planned on showing you the softer side of him, but you seemed to be enjoying it.

“Can I see him?”

“Careful not to get him wet. Can’t replace him.” Arvin warned, proving further to you how much he cared about the bear.

“I didn’t think you cared that I won him for you.” You said in disbelief. “Didn’t think you cared ‘bout anything, in fact.”

“I act tough, but I got a soft spot for you.” He said as he looked at you.

“Me and Tuffy, I presume.” You teased.

“Yeah.” He smiled. “You and Tuffy.”

You looked down at Tuffy and held him to your nose, inhaling his scent for a moment.

“He smells like you.” You giggled. “Which means he smells like cigarettes and Old Spice.”

“Well he sleeps in my bed.” Arvin told you. “That’s why.”

“Arvin Russel.” You gasped. “You do not sleep with a teddy bear.”

“Said he sleeps in my bed. Not in my arms or nothing.” He chuckled as he took the bear back from you. He put Tuffy on his shoulder and rested his head on him as he looked at you.

“That’s a shame.” You nearly exploded from how sweet Arvin was being. “If I was sleeping in your bed, I’d want to be in your arms as well.”

Arvin opened his mouth to speak, but found himself too flustered to form a sentence. Before he could respond, you spotted something out the window and sighed.

“Oh no. It’s Chuck Greenwood.” You pointed out the window. “He’s got a crush on me. Never leaves me alone.”

“Do you like him too?” Arvin frowned a little as Chuck approached his car.

“Absolutely not.” You stuck your tongue out. “He’s nothing but a pest. Ugh. Here he comes.”

“Hello Y/n. You look awfully pretty, even in the rain.” Chuck smirked obnoxiously as he knocked on your window. “What’s the matter? Lenoras Bible didn’t tell you it was gonna rain?”

“Leave me alone, Chuck.” You rolled your eyes and turned away.

“And is that the Russel boy?” Chuck pointed to Arvin. “What are you doing driving around with a teddy bear? Did your mommy give it to you?”

“No. But your mommy did.” Arvin shot back.

“Can I see it? It looks so cuddly and soft. I just wanna hold it for a minute.” Chuck laughed as he reached for the teddy bear.

“Hands off.” Arvin smacked his hands away. “Don’t you inbreds have something better to do?”

“What could be better than picking on you and your fuzzy wuzzy teddy bear?” Chuck asked.

“It’s my teddy bear.” You lied as you took the bear off Arvin’s shoulder. “Arvin won him for me at the carnival last week.”

“Did he? Don’t tell me you two are going steady.” Chucks jealously got the better of him.

“Whats it’s to you?” Arvin smirked, liking your plan. “Not like you ever had a chance with her.”

“Whatever. Enjoy your teddy bear.” Chuck scoffed and walked away.

“We will! Bye!” You called after him before rolling the window up. “Did you see his face? We totally got him.”

“That’s what he gets for making fun of Tuffy.” Arvin smiled as you handed the bear back to him.

“Yup.” You agreed. “He’ll know not to do that again.”

You looked at each other for a minute, soft smiles on your faces as a comfortable silence settled in his car. The comforting sound of rain hitting his windows added to the soft ambiance in the car. You gulped and sat up a little, giving him all your attention as he nervously played with the bear.

“Darling.” Arvin began quietly. “What did you mean before when you said you’d want to sleep in my arms?”

“Well, you know.” You shrugged and played with your nails. “I’m just saying. If Tuffy ever needs a night off, maybe I could take his spot.”

“Well.” He smiled softly and cupped your face with his hand. “I’ll have to check with him first.”

You leaned forward and smirked against his lips before mumbling, “You’ll have to let me know what he says.”

“He should be fine with it.” He sucked in sharply against your mouth.

“Arvin?” You asked as you gazed at him through your lashes.

“Yes, darling?”

“Stop talking about your teddy bear.” You chuckled before connecting your lips to his.

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t-lostinworlds · 3 years

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So for the youtube thing if you want to you can do a calling him Daddy for 24 hours prank thing? Or maybe just write a small blurb, please? I have seen videos like these on youtube and honestly would find it hilarious if Tom was featured on it and where he doesn't have a daddy kink so he gets embarrassed. Just a little blurb will be okay too!

Ps. I love the YouTube Channel series! And your writing!!❤

Stay happy and stay safe!💫

TH’s YouTube Extras: Calling Him Daddy Prank

a/n: i’m sorry that this is a bit late again hun but gosh you’re too sweet, thank you lovely! you stay safe too hun ❤ this was written quickly too, was going to post this an hour ago but i fell asleep while proofreading so i’m sure there’s typos still ahaha. hope you enjoy!.

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"I'll go sit first. Give it a few minutes so he won't get suspicious," Harry whispered, grin mischievous as he clicked record on the camera he had on hand before treading towards the dining area.

Pranks have never been your thing, well, aside from the simple jump scares. When it's something you have to plan out or have to act thoroughly in, then it's always a pass. But as you got lost in YouTube, you stumbled upon a video of a woman calling her man "daddy" to see his reaction. You thought it would be hilarious to do it with Tom, especially when you already know he doesn't like to be called that, at all.

You're purely doing this for the laughs, to see that cute blush of embarrassment—or that pointed grimace of annoyance—that coats his face whenever he hears the word.

"Morning, Harry," you hummed as you walked in minutes later with a fake yawn.

"Morning, Y/N."

Tom was sitting at the head of the table, eyes on his phone while he sipped on his morning tea. He gave you a brief glance and a tender smile before his eyes were back on his device, probably reading an important email that had him and his mind properly preoccupied. You stood behind your man once you reached him, leaning down to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, giving him a light squeeze as you hummed,

"Good morning, daddy."

Tom choked on his tea.

You bit the insides of your cheeks to stop your laugh from escaping. He set the mug down with coughs to clear his throat, turning his head to gawk up at you with his brows deeply furrowed, skin already dusting pink. You only smiled innocently in return, placing a swift peck on his cheek before pulling away completely and disappearing to the kitchen, not giving him any chance to confront you about it.

Tom looked at his brother across the table with a frown set on his lips. "Did you hear what she just said?" he asked, to make sure if he heard you right or if his brain was playing games with him.

Harry tore his gaze from his phone, seeming clueless when he shook his head no.

"Hear what?"

***

You were now sitting in between Tom's legs, your back against his toned chest as you're both sprawled on the grass outside, all of you lounging under the afternoon sun.

"I need a snack," Tom announced, tapping your shoulder so he could stand up, dusting his sweatpants once he did so. "Want something love?"

You gave Harry a discreet glance, checking if he was recording before saying, "Just water, please daddy?"

Tuwaine and Harrison's eyes widened, Harry hurriedly shooting them a discreet look, silently telling them to stay quiet as he gestured towards the camera. The two boys got the drift real quick as they acted like they hadn't heard anything.

Tom visibly shivered, looking down at you with a scrunch of his nose as the crease between his brows deepened, skin turning red from the tips of his ears to the apple of his cheeks.

"Thank you, bubba." You beamed at him innocently, throwing in his favorite pet name to reel it back before he gets suspicious.

You looked too sweet and adorable that Tom could do nothing but roll his eyes. "No worries, darling," he sighed, head shaking as he retreated back inside the house to get you your water without another word.

***

Camera unnoticeably set up on the coffee table, you sat down on the living room couch and waited. As expected Tom came in soon after, never being able to be far from you for more than five minutes.

He sat himself closely beside you, a lazy smile on his lips as he wrapped his arms around your form. You were quick to catch on that he was in a mood, brown eyes slightly hooded, his touch hot as he gave your waist a squeeze. He was about to dip his head to litter your neck with kisses but with the camera right across you, it wasn't exactly ideal to allow it. So, you said the word you know would put him off.

"Daddy, no."

Tom physically cringed as he swiftly pulled away, arms falling limp with his face twisted in a proper grimace. "Stop that," he said firmly, voice laced with annoyance.

"Stop what?"

"You know exactly what," he growled lowly, raising a brow at you in pure warning.

"I don't think I do, Tom," you said naively, flashing him an adorable pout and a tilt of your head to match.

Tom was about to say something when Harrison suddenly walked in.

"Mate, can you help me with my table for a sec? It's wobbling and I can't figure out why."

"Yeah, sure," Tom muttered, narrowing his eyes at you before getting off the couch and following his best friend.

Once he was out of sight, you dropped on the couch with a hand over your mouth, unable to hold your laughs anymore as you shook your head in utter amusement. You sat back up with a loud sigh, shooting the camera a thumbs-up before reaching over and turning it off.

***

Harry had set up a GoPro in the kitchen when Tom suggested he was going to cook dinner tonight. You left him alone with his task for roughly about ten minutes, just to make sure his mind was clear from you calling him daddy for the past couple of times.

He was peeling some potatoes when you emerged in the kitchen, your hand landing on the small of his back as you rested your chin on his shoulder.

"What're you cooking daddy?"

Tom flinched, eyes screwing shut as he blew air out his nose, your cue to step away slightly.

"Okay, that's it," he hissed, dropping the metal peeler on the marble with a clang as he turned to face you fully, arms crossed over his chest with his hip resting on the edge of the kitchen island. "What are you doing?"

"What?" You furrowed your brows at him with a small frown, feign innocence crossing your features. Tom shook his head at you with a dark chuckle, tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth.

"Don't act all innocent on me now, Y/N," he scolded, and with the glow in his eyes—as if him calling you by your name isn't enough—you know he was getting annoyed. "You've been calling me that since this morning, even in front of the boys and I've had enough of it. You know how I don't like that word in that context."

You pursed your lip to stop your smile. "What word?" you asked.

"The D word," he grumbled, shooting you a sharp look.

When you said he didn't like it, you were truly serious about it. Tom being unable to say it himself just goes to prove that point.

You tilted your head at him, a teasing smile erupting on your lips as you purred, "Daddy?"

Tom ran a hand over his reddened face as he growled, "Y/N, I swear—"

You burst out in a hearty laugh, Tom's demeanor changing from annoyance to downright confusion.

"Say hi to the camera Tom," you giggled, pointing towards the corner where you can make out the red blinking light. Tom whipped his head around, eyes landing on the small black box, one he didn't notice given that he was a bit busy.

Tom's whole body slumped when he turned back to you, slowly leaning forward until he was able to wrap both his arms around your waist, forehead landing on your shoulder so he could hide his face.

"I hate you," he groaned dejectedly. "I knew it had to be some kind of prank since we've already talked about that word."

"I couldn’t resist. Your reaction is just priceless whenever you hear me call you that word," you teased, Tom pulling away with a pout.

Escaping his grasp gently, you went over to the GoPro, holding it up so both of you were in shot. "Ha, got him! Until next time guys!" You waved with a bright smile, Tom doing the same but with less energy and a roll of his eyes. You turned the camera off and placed it on the counter before walking back to your man.

"But you do know how I liked to be called, right sweetheart?" Tom hummed, eyes darker, voice lowering a few octaves as he wrapped his arms around your waist firmly, moving you back until you were trapped between him and the kitchen island.

"Yes, I do," you breathed out, hands resting on his shoulders as you felt your body tingle from head to toe. Your bottom lip got caught between your teeth when Tom raised a knowing brow at you.

"Yes, what?" he prodded with a husky growl, eyes holding yours with that certain intensity, a familiar glimmer, one that always makes you submit so easily.

"Yes, sir."

"Good girl."

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parkersbliss · 3 years

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Goodnight Kiss | P. Parker

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: fluff fluff fluff

wc: 700

a/n: happy spook season! keep your eyes peeled for some more writings hehe. miss you all on here <3 STREAM POSITIONS BY ARI

synopsis: you want a goodnight kiss, so does peter, however, the scene requires him not too, but gosh, he really wants too.

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“Let’s have Peter and (Y/N) go,” Your teacher announced, smiling at the two of you.

Peter was starting to regret his decision of joining this class. He only joined because he knew it was an easy A, (and maybe because you were taking it too…) but he didn’t even need another A. His GPA was perfect, so why had he forced himself to sign up for drama?

Peter sighed, nervously walking up toward the center of the room, all his classmates staring at the two of you in the center.

“Okay,” The teacher claps, “your improv scene is right after the first date.”

A collective gasp sounds from the room, as the class leans forward on the edge of their seats, ready to watch the action.

“(Y/N), it’s the end of the date, you’re standing on your porch and you really enjoyed yourself and all you want is a goodnight kiss.”

The teacher turns toward Peter, “And Peter, you really enjoyed it too but her breath smells. It is horrible and you need to get off that porch now.”

Peter’s face visibly reddens at the thought, but he nods his head, trying to keep his composure.

“(Y/N), you are getting that kiss.” The teacher points at you.

“Peter, you are doing everything you can to get out of there.”

“(Y/N), don’t let him go, you want that kiss.”

“Peter, do not let her kiss you.”

The two of you nod your heads in understanding, slightly chuckling at your teacher.

“Alright, get to it.”

Peter turns to face you, palms sweating, as you smile up at him.

It’s just acting, he tells himself. But by god, he is not an actor and well, you’re playing the part a little too well for him.

“I had fun tonight,” You said, stepping a bit closer to the brunette boy.

Peter nods, “Yeah, I did too.” He knows he should step back, it’s all acting but you’re so close to him…

“We should do this again sometime.”

“I’d love too.” Peter slowly takes a step back.

You smile softly and Peter swears it’s the best thing he’s ever seen. He freezes, trying to come up with his next line. He needs to get off that porch, but you’re smiling at him and your breath doesn’t stink and he really does want to kiss you.

“I um,” he stutters, “I should get going though.”

“You’re not forgetting anything?” You inquire, batting your eyelashes at him.

Peter shakes his head, taking a few more steps back, “No.”

“I think you are.”

Peter laughs nervously, “I really should go… my aunt is in the hospital!”

You blink, frowning.“Oh no, what happened?”

“She was crushed by a refrigerator,” Peter said hurriedly. A few laughs escape his classmates and he feels himself ease into the roll.

You gasp, setting a hand on his bicep, “That's horrible!”

Peter’s eyes are wide as he stares at your hand, he gives it a few more seconds before pushing himself away from you, trying to remember the warmth of your hand.

“Yeah, it is, which is why I should go visit her… like now.”

He gives you a small thumbs up before making like a mad man to the stairs, but you grab his arm, yanking him back.

“Wait!” You cry, “Let me make you some uh… lemons to give to her!”

“Lemons?” Peter questions, before the teacher coughs, reminding him he has to go along with everything.

“Right, of course, that’s very kind of you but I should rea-“

You tug Peter back onto the imaginary porch, the class erupting in laughter as he trips only to land inches from your face.

“It won’t take long, I promise.”

Your sparkling eyes are pleading, and It’s hard to say no. It’s not real, but it sure as hell feels like it.

Peter purses his lips together, trying to think of an excuse to get out. He notices your leaning forward, lips puckered innocently. So he makes the split decisions to rip his arm from your grasp and run for his life.

You stumble a bit at the sudden lost, but it’s not enough to stop you and the next thing Peter knows he’s been tackled to the ground and a pair of lips are on his.

The class gasps as Peter lays still on the ground, this was not part of the scene, but he forgets all that as he melts into your lips; losing himself in the sensation and pressing his own back to yours.

You pull back, both of your legs resting on the other side of his, straddling him. A shy smile crosses your face as you grin at him.

“So uh, when’s that second date?”

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kodzusken · 4 years

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for soft sunday: can I get a peter parker blurb where reader and peter are studying for an upcoming test, but reader falls asleep because it's late, so peter put her to bed, tuck her in and while doing it he tells her how grateful he is for having her in his life. I really need that kind of softness right now lmao.

peter scanned the open textbook on his lap, searching for a question he could quiz you on. he was over at your house studying for a test you had next week, and he wasn’t going to lie - he was pretty nervous. you were his best friend, and it didn’t help that he was just a little bit madly in love with you.

“got one,” he announced, reaching for his pencil. “what is the average mass of a neutron?” when you had no response, he looked up. he smiled to himself when he saw your eyes were half closed, your face dropping into your hands.

peter tapped you on the nose with his pencil eraser, and you jolted awake. he had to press his lips together to keep from laughing out loud. “good morning,” he teased, earning an eye roll from you.

“what was the question?” you said sleepily. peter’s heart fluttered. all he could think about was how cute you looked and sounded when you were half awake, and how he wanted to hold you every night and kiss you awake every morning.

“what’s the average mass of a neutron?” he repeated. you bit your lip in thought, then gave the correct answer moments later. peter smiled dopily. you were so smart.

fifteen minutes of you and peter working in a comfortable silence, and you were drifting off again. peter was quietly tapping his pencil against the textbook pages, and the oddly soothing sound was lulling you to sleep.

the next time peter asked you a question, he looked up to find you fast asleep, slumped over in your chair and with half of your face buried in the sleeve of your hoodie. peter lovingly noted how you’d stolen his hoodie, and made a mental reminder to “accidentally” forget it again.

“okay,” he murmured, shoving his textbook and notebooks aside. “no more studying for you.” he gently lifted your arms and took away your books and pencils, placing them on your desk.

peter scooped you up by the waist and carried you bridal style over to your bed, stepping over your backpack in the process. “you work too hard,” he whispered as he pulled back the covers. he placed you on the bed and brushed your hair out of your face. “i really admire that about you.”

he got up and pulled the covers back over you, tucking you in. “i’ve always admired you, actually,” he continued, blushing a little as he spoke. he sat next to you on the bed, smiling as you curled up under the blankets. “i could probably never say this to you while you’re conscious. i-i’d be too scared.”

peter reached up to stroke your cheek lovingly. “i don’t tell you this as often as i should, y/n/n, but i’m so glad you’re in my life. really. you’d probably think i’m just saying that, but i’m serious. i-i dunno what i’d do without you, and i love you so much.” he leaned in to lightly kiss your cheek. “i hope i can be in your life for as long as you’ll have me.”

“i love you too,” you murmured in your sleep, reaching up to take his hand. startled, peter laughed nervously.

“aren’t you asleep?” he asked, surprised.

“was,” you mumbled. “goin’ back to sleep. cuddle me.” oops. you didn’t mean for the last part to slip out, but you were glad it did as peter chuckled, pulled his shirt over his head and slipped into bed with you.

you wrapped your arms around his bare waist as he pulled you close. you buried your face in his chest and dozed off again, smiling as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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terrifictomholland · 4 years

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For the blurb event if you're still doing it: Dom!Tom x reader with this post that I read that said: "slide your fingers inside me then keep going with the conversation like you're not knuckle deep inside me reminding me who I belong to"

THIS IS +18 PLEASE! IT CONTAINS ADULT THEMES

You were an exhibitionist to a fault. And you weren’t afraid of trying new things out, hence you ending up where you were right now.

Tom’s fingers knuckle-deep in your soaked cunt whilst he carried on a conversation with Harry like nothing was out of the ordinary.

All of you were out at the pub. You, Tom, Harry, Sam, Haz and Tuwaine.

You had to use all of your self control not to crumble right in front of everyone as he reached the spot inside of you that made your eyes roll back and you had to bite down on your lip not to moan out loud. Thankfully you had the table to keep anyone from noticing what Tom was currently doing to you.

Your hand was on his thigh and you squeezed it tightly glancing at him pleadingly - you weren’t going to be able to hold off much longer the more he kept his ministrations up and he damn well knew it, judging by the smirk that grazed his face.

“What’s the matter Y/n?” Sam asked eyes full of concern as he took notice of your...predicament. “You’re looking a bit glazed, can we get you anything?” Harry also piped up and you swallowed thickly praying to god that Tom could answer for you because if you so much as opened your mouth now, you wouldn’t be able to help the moan that you would let out. Thus, everyone would know just what Tom was doing to you.

“She’s okay, she just need a snack isn’t that right babe?” Tom smiled sweetly and you nodded keeping up with act. “Yeah, feeling a little peckish,” You breathed leaning your head against Tom’s shoulder. Subtly grinding your hips against his hand to make his fingers go deeper in your heat.

“Oh of course! Do you want us to get you anything?” Tuwaine asked just as concerned and your heart burst at their sweetness and thoughtfulness.

“Please,” The underlying plea not going unnoticed by Tom who fucked his fingers even deeper inside of your tight cunt.

With that, all of the boys got up and went over to the bar, partly to order you some snacks and also for their refills.

The second they were out of earshot Tom turned to you, his gaze filled with lust and nostrils flaring.

“That’s quite a fucking stunt you pulled on me by whispering how you want me to keep a conversation going while I’m three knuckles deep in your gushing cunt,” he growled and you whimpered as he let his thumb run circles on your clit.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you mewled hiding your face in Tom’s neck. Rutting your hips desperately against his hand chasing your high.

“Look at me,”

His voice held authority and power making you quickly oblige and lift your face from his neck, staring up at him panting as your high neared with every skillful stroke of his fingers.

“You’re gonna cum for me and you’re gonna do it now. Isn’t that what you wanted princess when you whispered in my ear?” He voice was smooth as honey with the underlying threat was doing things to you. Your cunt clenching and your breathing picking up, coming out in short pants the closer you got.

He gripped your chin and your eyes popped open, jaw slackening too and you moaned when he spat in your mouth, covering it up with a filthy kiss.

It made the inferno in the pit of your stomach erupt and you came all over his fingers, your pussy juices covering his whole hand as you shook and trembled.

“That’s it, cum all over my hand - show everyone here what a greedy and desperate little thing you are.” He coaxed and you cried out against him feeling your cheeks burn in embarrassment that he’d just made you cum under a table in a pub filled to the brim of people.

“God,” you gasped and tried to push his hand away when he started fucking your cunt again and play with your clit.

“Tom, Tom, Tom please n-no more I can’t,” you moaned as your eyes closed enjoying the waves of pleasure that started up again as he worked your over sensitive nub. His fingers gliding easily along your folds due to your wetness.

“Bullshit, you fucking love this why else is your cunt milking my fingers for all it’s worth?” You hid your face once more in his neck as it was filled with humiliation at how easily he could read you and how well he knew you.

“I’m not stopping til’ I have you squirting all over my hand,” those words had your cunt leaking even more and you tried squeezing your thighs together to keep yourself somewhat composed.

“No no no, none of that - come on princess, show me how much you want this. Show me how good I make you feel.” He tutted causing you to let out a silent scream. His fingers pushing unrelentingly inside of you harder and firmer against your spot, along with his thumb on your clit was enough to tip you over the edge. A moan that you couldn’t cover up escaped as your legs started shaking, feeling your orgasm rip through.

Your eyes rolled back and chest arched up as you coated Tom’s hand in your pussy juices.

“Who’s cunt is this?” He growled as he worked you over letting you ride out your high.

“Y-yours Tommy - yours,” you panted feeling a little lightheaded from your intense orgasm. He chuckled raspily pulling his hand out of your panties and he fixed your skirt for you - not before making a show of you cleaning off his fingers for him.

“Good girl, looking properly fucked out,” he praised and you smiled dopily at him.

You tried your best to arrange yourself before curling up closer to him, nuzzling your face in his neck feeling absolutely worn out and spent.

“God that felt incredible,” you kissed his cheek and moments later he turned his face kissing your forehead.

“Did so well for me babe,” he whispered right before he pressed a soft kiss on your lips.

“Get a room you two!” Harrison called making their return known and you froze slightly at those words.

If only they knew.

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spooderboyandtincan · 4 years

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Temporarily Blind (and more)

Chapter 4.

TW: Temporary character death

May nearly had to drag Tony away from Peter. They watched, hearts pounding, as Stephen leaned over their kid, a bright purple glowing swirling between his hands.

And then the heart monitor flat-lined.

~~~~~

Tony screamed.

And then he was there, he was ripping Strange away from his kid, his Peter, and nonono this couldn’t be happening.

He was screaming he was screaming but he couldn‘t hear because Peter wasn’t waking up.

“No, nononono, Peter!”

“Stark, stop! You’re killing him!” Stephen rushed forward. “Back away!”

“No!” Tony screamed frantically, cupping Peter’s face in his hands. “No, no, Peter, no! Give him back! Bring him back! Please, pleasepleaseplease no!”

“Tony, stop! You’re confusing his spirit!” He made to grab Tony’s arm.

“Give him back! Fix him! Bring him back!”

Tony threw him off with a murderous rage. Tears were pouring down his face and sobs choked out of his throat.

Peter lay still, the heart monitor still flatlining.

Tony was screaming screaming screaming and begging and trying to hold Peter and wake him up, but-

Stephen spun around, and Tony was hit with a gentle purple light.

He couldn’t move, couldn’t make a sound, couldn’t get to Peter.

And he could only watch, his chest tearing apart and tears streaming from his eyes.

NONONONONO

No no no not Peter not his baby

PeterPeterPeter wake up!

“It’s up to him,” Stephen muttered. “He has to choose.”

Tony fought to escape ferociously, he needed to get to Peter and wake him up, but he was paralyzed.

Please not him, please

He needed Peter he would die without his kid

Nonono Peter wake up!

Inside he was screaming and burning with panic and terror, and he couldn’t do anything.

He needed to save his baby but he couldn’t move

Strange was focused on Peter, kneeling at his side, his hand on his pulse.

He looked up, sorrow crossing his face. “Stark- I’m so sorry, we lost him-”

NO!

And then Peter gasped and twitched, and opened his eyes.

“M-mr. Stark! I can see! Mr. Stark, I can see- Mr. Stark?” he cried. “Mr. Stark- Mr. Stark, are you okay? What happened?!”

Stephen blinked, then smiled and freed Tony.

He fell to his knees and scrambled to Peter, sobbing. “Ohmygod.” He hugged Peter to his chest, crying, wrapping his arms around him and he knew he would never let go.

“Peter, Peter, Peter, oh god. Il mio piccolo bambino, il mio prezioso bambino, Oh mio Dio, ti ho preso, sei al sicuro. Non ti lascerò mai andare. Mai. Oh, il mio bambino. Il mio piccolo bambino.”

Tears splattered across Peter’s hair and shoulders, his face pressed into Tony’s sweatshirt. “’S okay. Don’t worry, Mr. Stark! I’m here, it’s okay! Please don’t cry!”

The man just clutched him tighter, murmuring his name over and over. “I love you. I love you. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Mr. Stark!” said Peter’s muffled voice. “But I can’t really breathe.”

Tony’s arms loosened slightly, though his cries didn’t cease. “You scared me so much. I was so scared. Oh Peter.”

“It’s okay,” he repeated. “Look at me! I’m okay.”

Tony’s wrecked, tear-stained, pain-stricken face gazed reverently at him. He gave a small sob, then attacked Peter’s face with kisses, pressing his lips to his forehead, tiny button nose, soft baby cheeks, his eyelids.

There was a sharp shout from the doorway, and then May was there, crying, her arms around them both. “Oh Lordy. Honey, you’ve gotta stop scaring me like that. And Tony.” She sniffed, kissing his forehead. “You know he’s got a weak heart.”

“Sorry.”

Tony gave a wet chuckle.

This was something he would never recover from.

But he would never let Peter go again.

~~~~~

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imanativeofswlondondahling · 2 years

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Least Favorite Only Child (2)- Peter Parker x Own Character

Triggers for this chapter: Eating disorder talk, physical abuse, self harm referenced but not depicted. If I missed any triggers let me know and I will update this.

Normally, lab time with Peter means conversations that are nonstop, ideas flying around the room, and just Peter being well Peter. But today there’s silence as Peter stares at the screen. It’s…. Unnerving. Peter’s never this quiet. Something has to be running through his mind, hundred of miles an hour, for him to not be his normal talkative self, Tony can’t help but realize. They work in silence until Peter finally speaks.

“Mr. Stark, if you knew someone was in trouble, would you help them?”

“You remember that we’re superheroes, correct?”

“This isn’t a superhero type problem though. It’s an adult type problem.” Tony set’s the screwdriver down and gives the teenager his full attention.

“What’s going on?”

“There’s this girl I go to school with, Charlie— Charlotte, I think she’s in a bad situation. Her mom sets off my spidey senses, but like Charlie wears really baggy clothes to school every day but I saw her walking from school a few weeks ago and had Karen take vitals and then again like today, because I like to make sure she gets home safe you know because she’s my friend, and she’s dropped a lot of weight in a short amount of time. ‘Concerning amounts’ Karen said. She also came to school today with like all her hair cut off. She tried to hide it under a beanie. But when people tried to tell her it looked cool, she looked uncomfortable about it, like it wasn’t her decision. And I think the other day I saw marks on her arm when her sweatshirt, like she wears these sweatshirts all year round, the sleeve pulled up when she was reaching for something. I worry she’s going to hurt herself and her mom doesn’t seem to care and she doesn’t really have anyone else and…” Peter trails off for a moment, collecting his thoughts before saying, “she deserves so much better.”

Tony knows he should do something. Peter clearly cares for this girl. And from the sounds of it, this is truly an adult problem. A sixteen year old can’t step in if Charlie is dealing with an abusive parent type situation.

He and Steve could step in. He should talk to Steve. His husband and him had always talked about adopting at some point, or looking into a surrogate. But somewhere in his mind, the only kid he had ever thought of as “his'' was Peter. So if this was the most he could do to help make him happy, he would do it. But he needs more information, if he’s going to bring this to Steve. “When you say marks…?”

“I only saw them for a second, but there were all sorts. Bruises, these marks that looked almost like burn marks from something small, and thin cuts, some newer, some healed over.” That’s definitely concerning. That sounds like someone is hurting the girl and she’s hurting herself possibly.

“You stay here and keep working on that. I’m going to make some calls ok?” Tony makes his way towards the door before turning back to Peter. “What’s her name again?”

“Charlie— Charlotte Latimer.”

Tony nods. “I’ll be back.”

Climbing up the stairs, Tony tries to collect his thoughts. He’s not sure what to say to his husband. But he knows they have to do something. Captain America and Iron Man can’t not do something. No-- Steve and Tony can’t not do anything.

Steve is exactly where Tony expected to find him, sitting on the couch with a book, one of the books he called “his old friends”— the authors who had been publishing when he went under the ice. He looks up when Tony enters the room.

“Finished with Peter already?” He glances at the watch on his wrist. “You’ve only been down there for thirty minutes.”

“We have a problem.”

“Avenger problem?”

“No, but a problem that you and I can help with.”

“What’s going on?”

“Peter has this friend, this girl he has a crush on if I had to take a guess. But he’s concerned for her wellbeing. From the sounds of it, it might be an abusive parent situation, on top of a possible self harm situation.”

“That still sounds like something the Avengers could help with.” Tony thinks about it for a second. His husband isn’t wrong, but the Avengers can’t be breaking down the door of every bad parent in the city.

“I was thinking more like, we apply for an emergency foster parent license and try to get her out of the house. Call the cops, all that jazz.” Tony watches the minute changes in Steve’s face. He wants to help, save the little guy and all of that, but also Captain America is there trying to see the overall plan.

“What all do we know?”

“Losing weight rapidly, a concerning amount in a short amount of time according to Karen, burn marks on her arm that sound like cigarette burns, self harm cuts possibly, bruises on her arms and who knows where else, she came to school with her hair all cut off today, seemed really uncomfortable about it, you know saying it wasn’t her choice, wears long sleeves all year round. That’s all I got from Peter.”

“But all of that could be simply self harm and eating disorders. There’s nothing to say that’s definitely her parents. But maybe, we do some research, we spend some time looking into this. And figure out the next best step. Before we run in and blow our cover.” Tony knows that Steve wants to do the right thing but also wants to protect this girl. “Maybe picking up Peter from school the next few days would be a good option?”

“You read my mind.” Tony knew his husband would have a solution. It’s one of the many reasons he loves him.

“But Tony, if it's a situation where she isn’t in an abusive situation, you know there’s not really anything we can do right?” Steve knows his husband and knows he likes to try and take control of situations that he can’t.

“I know.”

“And you’ll be able to just walk away?” Tony shrugs, not really giving an answer.

“We’ll find out if we get there. Right now, I’m following Peter’s spidey senses about the mom.”

“What do you mean?” Tony realizes he never mentioned that.

“Apparently Peter’s senses go off when she’s around? He didn’t go super in depth about it, but you know Peter. He doesn’t feel like that about just anyone. I trust him.”

“I know you do. But he’s also a kid who wants to see the best in everyone. If this is a crush, he might just feel too deeply for her that he would rather imagine anyone but her hurting herself.”

“He can’t fake spidey senses.” Tony argues lightly.

“I’m not disagreeing. I’m just pointing out that he might be a bit biased.” Steve is trying to keep Tony level headed on this, but he can see that Tony is already pretty set on this. “But… maybe while we start researching her life, we also start the applications for foster care as well? Then… if god forbid the situation is what we think it is, we can do more than just get her out of there?”

Tony places a kiss on his husband’s lips. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me until we actually do something.” Steve says, rolling his eyes.

The next day though, it’s easy to see why Peter was concerned about this girl. Even walking out of the building next to Peter, she looks terrified. “She really is skinny.” Steve comments. “Like me before the serum skinny.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t look like her body is meant to be like that.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” Steve teases his husband.

“That I’ve seen your medical records from before the serum. But I don’t think she has half the conditions even that you had.”

The girl’s eyes are terrified as she searches across the school grounds, on the lookout for someone or something. Tony sees Peter talking animatedly, trying to keep her from walking off for as long as possible. But eventually she tightens her arms around her abdomen and Tony thinks she mouths something along the lines of should get going Parker. Peter’s face falls ever so slightly as she walks away, her swaying ever so slightly.

“If Ma was here, she would want to make a Sunday roast and give the whole thing to her.” Steve says softly. It’s not super common for him to mention his mom, one of the people he misses often, but hearing him talk about her makes Tony think Steve is feeling the same as he is. They need to do something to help this girl.

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waitimcomingtoo · 3 years

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Quizzes

Synopsis: you and Tom take a Buzzfeed quiz

Masterlist

“Hi I’m Tom Holland.” Tom smiled at the camera.

“And I’m Y/n L/n.” You greeted. “And today were taking some Marvel quizzes with Buzzfeed.”

“Are you ready, darling?” He asked you as he moved the laptop in between you.

“I’m ready to beat you.” You nodded.

“Is this a competition?” He asked the people behind the camera.

“It is now.” You stated. “Read the first question.”

“Which stone would you want power of?” Tom read off the screen. “I’m not gonna read the names of the stones because I don’t feel like embarrassing myself this early in the day.”

“I don’t actually know what any of them do.” You realized. “Do you know what they do?”

“The tesseract is a cube.” Tom said confidently.

“Yes, but that’s not an action.”

“Then I have no idea what any of them do.” He mumbled. You laughed at him and leaned your elbow on the back of his chair.

“Me either. This is why we both died in Infinity War.” You joked.

“Stop.” He playfully pushed you. “I think the reality stone would be cool because remember the fight between Doctor Strange and Thanos with all the pretty butterflies? We could just do that everyday and, you know, have world peace.”

“You’re right. We’re gonna go with reality stone.” You said to the camera as you clicked that answer.

“Next question.” Tom rubbed his hands together. “Which Disney character would you want on the Avengers?”

“Sorcerer Mickey.” You pointed to the picture of Mickey in his blue wizard hat. “Imagine getting tag teamed by a bunch of adults and a rat.”

“I’ve never seen the movie with this Mickey.” Tom realized. “I don’t remember this outfit.”

“I think it’s called Anastasia.” You told him.

“No, that’s a Broadway show.” Tom shook his head. “This is called Euthanasia.”

“It’s called Fantasia.” Someone behind the camera told you, making you and Tom exchange a knowing look.

“Oh.” You laughed. “I’m too embarrassed to pick sorcerer Mickey now so let’s go with the Genie. I think magic would be useful.”

“Genie.” Tom repeated as he clicked on it. “Next. Which DC character could defeat Thanos?”

“Let’s see them defeat the box office first.” You mumbled under your breath.

“You can’t say that.” Tom laughed in shock.

“But I did.” You shrugged. “What are they gonna do about it? They can’t even CGI a mustache.”

“Okay.” Toms laughed died down. “Next question. How would your closest friends describe you?”

“I don’t know.” You thought about it. “How would you describe me?”

“Beautiful.” Tom said simply.

“Fair enough.” You laughed shyly. “I mean, fair enough.”

“Caring, loyal, creative, funny, kind, successful.” Tom read off the options. “I mean, you’re all of these things. But when I think of you…”

Tom stopped in the middle of his sentence as a wide smile broke out on his face.

“Why are you smiling?” You asked him.

“Because I’m thinking of you.” He told you.

“Aw. Is disgusting an option?” You asked sweetly.

“Shut up.” He pushed you again. “I’m choosing funny.”

“Good choice.” You nodded and went to the nest question.

“Which dynamic duo is your favorite?” Tom read off the screen.

“I was thinking Thor and Loki.” You decided after surveying the options.

“Me too.” Tom agreed. “But I don’t really know what dynamic means, if I’m honest.”

“Me either.” You realized. “Let’s just move on. Which weird or unconventional superpower would you want to possess?”

“I think to read and instantly memorize.” Tom answered. “That would help with scripts.”

“When I worked in retail, costumers would have to punch in their social security number if they forgot their store card and I would see it on my screen.” You told Tom with a coy smile.

“Oh?” He laughed in confusion.

“I could commit in with theft in bulk.” You stated. “I’d just memorize all their social security numbers without even trying.”

“Oh my God.” He groaned and went to the next question.

“Who’s origin story is your personal favorite?” You read out loud.

“The way that neither of us are listed as an option.” Tom mumbled under his breath when he saw the choices.

“Your origin wasn’t even in your movie.” You laughed. “They jumped right in and said y’all know the drill. Dead uncle, no more glasses, and instant abs.”

“I’m torn because Steven Strange’s is about healing and putting yourself back together and Steve Rogers is about perseverance and determination.” Tom sighed as he tried to decide.

“And being skinny.” You winked at the camera.

“I’m also leaning towards Carol Danvers because women.” Tom ignored you.

“I’m gonna pick Steve because his story is sweet.” You decided and clicked on the option.

“And finally, what would you say is your personal character flaw?”

“I don’t know. I’m perfect.” Tom said smugly.

“Is being a massive liar an option?” You asked the camera crew.

“Leave me alone.” He nudged your side. “I would say reckless. Between the two of us, there are four brain cells and two of them are playing Uno.”

“I agree.” You chuckled. “Pick that one.”

Tom clicked the option and it brought you to the end of the quiz.

“We made it! We survived!” You cheered as you turned to high five him. Tom high fived both your hands and before slinging an arm around your shoulder.

“Thank you for having us Buzzfeed.” He said into the camera. “I haven’t been Y/n L/n.”

“And I haven’t been Tom Holland.” You smiled. “Until next time.”

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t-lostinworlds · 3 years

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can you do tom and reader who’s most likely too couple edition 🥺

TH’s YouTube Extras: Most Likely To

a/n: i’m sorry this took long, love. this is short and sweet, kinda a different format but i hope you still like it! Oh and Harry is in italics ahaha.

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You were sat crossed legged on the couch, closely beside Tom who was all sprawled out. His legs were open wide as he leaned back on the cushion with one arm on the back of the sofa, right behind you. There was a camera on a tripod right in front of you both that was already recording.

"Hello guys! Welcome to our...second channel, should I call it?" Tom turned to you with a chuckle. You gave him a nod and a sweet smile. "This is basically where we post the shorter and more unplanned videos," he elaborated, glancing back at the camera with a soft chuckle.

"Today we're going to be doing a quick Who Is Most Likely To," you explained. "We've got our ping-pong paddles right here with each our name on opposite sides," you added, showing the camera the paddles with Tom doing the same.

"And Harry is right behind the camera to ask the questions," Tom finished, pointing towards Harry to get this game going.

Who's most likely to date a celebrity?

"That's such a bad first question," you scoffed with a shake of your head, lifting up the paddle with your name.

"I mean, she's dating one now," Tom laughed, doing the exact same and showed your name as he wriggled his brows at the camera.

Who's most likely to be dramatic?

Both of you raised the paddle with Tom's name on it, the lad beside you chuckling with a nod.

"Yeah, I don't think we need to explain this one," he said.

"He's just over dramatic with everything," you pointed out with a playful roll of your eyes.

"No, I'm not!" Tom protested with a loud gasp, the hand that held the paddle landing on his chest as he gawked at you.

"You were saying?" You raised your brow, Tom pouting in response but didn't bother to say another word. You giggled at that, leaning towards him to place a sweet kiss on his cheek that was quick to replace his pout with a bright grin.

Who's most likely to die due to something stupid?

Tom showed your name with a soft chuckle, you nodding in agreement as you lifted the paddle up with your name too.

"I'm just so clumsy," you laughed. "I'd probably slip and break my neck in the process so yeah, me."

"You see now why I'm overprotective over your clumsy but pretty ass?" Tom pointed out, narrowing his eyes at you. "I need to wrap you in those human-size bubbles to keep you from harm I swear."

"See what I mean about overdramatic?" you challenged, turning to the camera with a deadpan expression.

"It's just 'cause I love you too much, darling," he crooned, leaning closer to place a tender kiss on your temple. You leaned into his warmth with a soft hum and a love-struck smile on your lips, a sight that only made Tom's heart melt.

Mostly like to go to prison for something stupid?

"Probably me," Tom chuckled, paddle up to show his name.

You did just the same. "I mean you've already admitted to wanting to rob a bank," you giggled.

"If I have superpowers," he countered.

"But that's still a very stupid thing to admit in public, is it not?" you giggled, Tom sighing softly as he nodded in agreement.

Who's most likely to cry during a sad movie?

Both of you lifted your paddles up at the same time, your name written on each of it.

"I mean I'm a big crier too but it would take a very emotional scene. But the minute she sees someone else cry, she's gone," Tom explained, turning you with a soft chuckle.

"I don't know why but yeah, every time I see someone else cry, I start crying too," you admitted with a timid laugh.

Tom's arm fell from the couch and landed on your shoulder, giving your arm a loving squeeze as he pulled you closer to his side, keeping it touch there for the rest of the video. "It just means you've got a big heart," he gushed, flashing you one of his many charming grins. You beamed at him lovingly in response, giving him a light pat on the chest as a silent 'thank you'.

Who's most likely to cry during sex?

"What kind of cry?" Tom asked, turning towards his brother.

...just generally speaking.

"Well, I haven't so—" Tom shrugged as he lifted his paddle up with your name on it.

"I have," you muttered softly, lifting the paddle of your name up, covering your face with it to hide your slight embarrassment.

"When it just feels too go—" Tom stopped himself when you shot him a death glare. He turned back to the camera and laughed, "I'm not going to finish that sentence or I'll die."

Who's most likely to go a week without a shower?

You showed Tom's name swiftly with a laugh, him doing just the same with a shaking his head in slight shame.

"It's because I'm too busy sometimes," Tom reasoned, turning to look at you with a pout, finger running up and down your arm softly.

"I don't let that happen by the way," you said as you turned to the camera. "If I need to drag him to the shower then I will."

"Among other things she does to get me in the shower," Tom muttered, mischief glimmering in his orbs as he wriggled his brows at you suggestively.

You could only roll your eyes at him.

Most likely to be a romantic?

The two of you looked at each other, paddles remaining down, smiles on your lips because you both know it was a tie.

"We're both equally romantics," Tom chuckled, giving your arm a squeeze before turning to the camera as he added, "She occasionally gives me flowers out of the blue and it honestly makes my heart soar every damn time."

You laughed with a shrug. "Yeah, because flowers don't have genders you know. A lady can get her man flowers too," you hummed, beaming widely at Tom.

"Damn right." He shot the camera firm look before turning to meet your gaze again. "I love getting flowers from you," he gushed, hand running up and down your arm fondly.

"And I love getting flowers from you too." You tilted your head at him with a bright, loving smile. "And sweets," you giggled.

Who is most likely to initiate sex?

"We both do," Tom chuckled, turning to you, his brows furrowing when you had your paddle up with his name on it.

"More Tom than me but not by much," you explained to the camera with a shrug, the lad chuckling without any protest because it was in fact, true.

Who's most likely to use the other person's toothbrush?

You quickly raised Tom's name with a shake of your head. "Mainly because I would never," you said, glancing over to your boyfriend who had his own name up. You stared at him curiously. "Wait a sec, have you?"

Tom flashed you a guilty smile. "It was an accident," he started. "I thought I grabbed my toothbrush but as soon as I placed it in my mouth I made eye-contact with my actual toothbrush and yeah."

"Tom!" you gasped, smacking his shoulder lightly.

"It's not like my tongue hasn't been in your mouth before!" he defended with a laugh.

"That's different you muppet! You're not shoving your tongue in my mouth to clean it now aren't you?"

"Shoving is a bit harsh," he muttered which only earned a glare from you. "Okay, okay! I'm sorry! But it was an accident I swear," he chuckled, wrapping both his arms around you for a quick hug, a soft kiss landing on top of your head soon after.

All you could do was sigh, Tom letting you go with a chuckle as he sat straighter. "Right, last one," he said.

Who is most likely to give a lap dance?

Tom showed your name with a smirk, glancing at your answer which only made him furrow his brows. "What'd you mean me?" Tom chuckled as he gestured towards your paddle with his name on it.

"Uh, have you seen your umbrella performance?" you said as a matter of fact, turning towards the camera with a grin.

The lad beside you groaned in dismay as he hung his head, earning a laugh from you. Lifting his head back up with a grin, he turned to you with a brow raised in challenge. "But who has actually given one?" Tom countered.

You felt your cheeks heat up at that.

"Yeah, that's right turn that paddle around," he teased, you showing your name with a sigh as you hid your face behind the paddle once again. "I'm a very very lucky guy," he hummed towards the camera, earning an eye-roll from you.

"So, that's it for today! I hope you enjoyed this short-styled video. And we'll see you again next time!"

Once he was sure that the camera was off, Tom was quick to wrap his arms around your torso, snuggling into you with a glimmer in his brown orbs.

"Babe, I don't feel like showering today," Tom whined, pout in full play as he looked at you expectantly.

"What, you want an incentive?" You raised a brow at your man, your fingers combing through his hair adoringly.

"Please?" he cooed, hiding face on the crook of your neck, a hot kiss landing on your skin soon after. "Save some water?"

You can't help but giggle at that, knowing that it wasn't a good point since you mostly spend longer in the shower when you're with him. But either way, his offer does sound very alluring.

"Fine, shower in five minutes."

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