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1donoow · 10 months

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[Fanfics that I've read for the past years]

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♡ - smut

Most of them are fluff

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Latest update: 07/01/23

Edited: 01/10/24

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MIX FANDOM

PT.1 (edited)

richard alonzo muñoz

Alma peregrine • Enoch O'Connor

the madrigals • camilo madrigal

klaus baudelaire • violet baudelaire

weasley twins • neville longbottom • luna lovegood

Edmund pevensie

santiago garcia

Pt.2 (edited)

newt scamander • wolfstar • remus lupin • regulus black • james potter

vance hopper

sherlock holmes

glenn rhee

peter pan • felix

newt • gally

duke leto atreides

jack frost • bunnymund

tadashi hamada • hiro hamada

Pt.3 on going (edited)

camilo madrigal

vance hopper

ralph

eleventh doctor • twelve doctor

dan torrance

miguel diaz • eli "hawk" moskowitz

wayne mccullough

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SLASHER

on going (edited)

Sam(Trick r' treat)

micheal myers

polite leader

ghostface

jennifer check

art the clown

leatherface

brahms heelshire

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STRANGER THINGS

PT.1 (edited)

peter ballard • robin buckley • dustin henderson • steve harrington • eddie munson

PT.2 (edited)

robin buckley • dustin henderson • alexei smirnoff • steve harrington • billy hargrove • eddie munson

PT.3 (edited)

steve harrington • eddie munson

PT.4 (edited)

peter ballard • chrissy cunningham • max mayfield • billy hargrove • gareth emerson • steve harrington • eddie munson

PT.5 (edited)

chrissy cunningham • gareth emerson • eddie munson

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CONTENT CREATOR

PT.1 (edited)

Ranboo • technoblade • tommyinnit • quackity • dreamxd • wilbur soot • sapnap • jschaltt

Pt.2 (edited)

Corpse husband • Tommyinnit • technoblade

Pt.3 on going (edited)

Technoblade • wilbur soot • quackity • ranboo

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MCU

PT.1 (edited)

peter(pietro) maximoff • erik lehnsherr • warren worthington • alex summers • scott summers • kurt wagner • jean grey

druig • loki laufeyson • bucky barnes • peter parker

PT.2

Moon knight • kate bishop • stephen strange • Peter parker • Miles morales

alex summers • Warren Worthington •Sean cassidy • peter(pietro) maximoff

PT 3

Peter(pietro) maximoff • miles morales • moon knight • khonshu • stephen strange • wade wilson • eddie brock (venom) • kate bishop

PT.4

Wanda maximoff • Warren Worthington • Moon knight

PT.5

stephen strange • Loki laufeyson • wade wilson • peter parker • moon knight

Pt.6

kurt wagner • warren worthington • peter(pietro) maximoff

pavitr prabhakar • miles morales • peter parker • eddie 'venom' brock • tony stark • druig • kate bishop • moon knight • frank castle

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STAR WARS

PT.1

obi wan kenobi • poe dameron • din djarin

PT.2

Anakin Skywalker • obi wan kenobi • poe dameron • din djarin

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BRIDGERTON

Link soon...

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THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY

on going

ben hargreeves • five hargreeves

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VIDEO GAME

Pt.1

montgomery gator • sunnydrop/moondrop

poppy playtime

ellie williams • joel miller

task force 141 • alejandro vargas • simon 'ghost' riley

Pt.2

joel miller

simon riley • könig

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PT.1

batmom • batfam • batsis • Bruce wayne • Tim drake • Dick Grayson • Jason todd • Damian wayne

Garfield logan • Rachel roth

Pt.2

batmom • batfam • batsis • bruce wayne • garfield logan • Jason todd • alfred pennyworth

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DC VILLAINS

on going

jervis tetch • the valeska twins • roman sionis

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WEDNESDAY ADDAMS

Link soon...

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SOCIAL MEDIA

On going

Pedro pascal • timothee chalamet • harry style

marc spector • peter parker • bruce wayne • damian wayne

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CELEBRITY

Pt.1

stray kids

timothee chalamet • ryan reynolds • bella ramsey • oscar issac • pedro pascal • justin h. min • joseph quinn • harry styles • tom holland

Pt.2 on going

Chris evans • Sebastian Stan • Paul raud

#masterlist

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fanaticwritings · 5 years

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smoke and mirrors [chapter 1]

The Streetcar named desire

pairing: tom holland x fem!reader

word count: 2k

warnings: smut, profanity

updates: saturdays!

a/n: i am reuploading this fic cause tumblr messed up big time the first time. anyway, i didn't plan on writing a lot of smut but my hand slipped (oops) so please don't read after the warning if you're underage. also, others, let me know if I should include more of it! happy reading!

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You hummed sleepily as you felt warmth encompass you; the warmth undoubtedly being Tom's body. You felt his chest press against your back, felt his arm slide under your stomach and pull you close.

"Mornin' love," you mumbled into the pillow.

You didn't really want to wake up. Tom's touch, the covers, his room were all too warm and far too comforting. For a moment you could pretend you didn't have responsibilities and expectations to live up to. It was just you and him. Him and you. A perfect forever.

You were almost drifting off again when you felt Tom's fingers push one of your bra straps aside and then, a moment later, his plump lips kiss your shoulder.

"Morning," he whispered hoarsely, kissing a trail towards your neck, before turning you towards himself.

You blinked open one eye, gazing at his hazy form sleepily. "I don't want to be awake yet."

Tom reached over to run his hand down your back. It was a soft gesture but you knew what he was up to. You blinked a couple of more times, albeit reluctantly as Tom's face cleared before you. His curls were in complete disarray, eyes crusty from sleeping in and lips puckered in a funny way. And yet, there were fewer things in the world, more adorable than him in this moment.

Completely disregarding your comment, Tom decided to slide on top of you.

You groaned in mock dismay as he settled down on you because you had to admit, the pressure felt wonderful.

"Tom, what in the-," you began but were cut off by his lips gently pressing against your own.

Morning cuddles were a daily ritual with Tom. You never got enough of them.

"I'm so lucky," he murmured once you broke apart. He was now half on top of you and half on the bed, one arm propping his head up beside your own.

He looked at you fondly then, trailing a lazy finger down the length of your arm.

You brushed a curl of his hair aside, smiling.

"Oh, so we're in that mood today."

"What mood?"

"The I'm-going-to-melt-Y/N-with-my-words mood."

He smiled. "I'm always in the mood for that, love," he retorted, squeezing your waist, which was where his hand now rested.

"As much as I'd love to stay and hear everything you have to say about me, I- we- have work to do," you sighed, caressing his cheek gently.

The reluctance with which you said it was even more evident when you didn't move to shift from under him. Not your fault, he was mesmerizing. God he looked beautiful above you; freckles and curls galore.

"I hear ya," he whispered, nodding as his fingers slipped inside your underwear.

You gasped. The nerve.

You slapped his arm gently, almost wanting to give in to his obvious desire but, but, work.

He pouted at you, clearly disappointed.

"You could spare two minutes. I promise I won't take long," he mused, suppressing a grin. You noticed that his fingers were still resting on your hip bone.

Why, o' heaven's above, did this man have to make everything so difficult?

"You wish," you said, biting down your lip to stop yourself from blushing at his cheekiness. You shifted a little under him, trying to find wriggle room to escape.

"Get off!," you huffed, when he didn't budge.

Tom looked at you for a long moment and then sighed, lifting himself off of you and sliding onto the bed.

"When will I see you next?" he asked, as you rose from the bed and headed towards the shower.

"Tonight."

"That's a," he glanced at the tiny alarm clock on the bedside table, "- whole fourteen fucking hours."

You looked at him for a moment, his puppy eyes almost getting the better of you. But two years was good practice enough and you shook your head. Besides, it was fun to watch him suffer.

"Patience, Holland."

Some days at the Corp were just plain boring. Nothing of consequence happened on such days, you had to merely sit through the whole day, attending meeting after meeting to discuss short plans. These meetings you could easily avoid but you were a dedicated worker.

The Corp was where it was today because you had never slackened.

After finishing the third meeting for the day, you settled back into your office, scanning through your mail to reply to some of the pending ones.

Just as you hit send on one of the replies, there was a knock on the door.

"Hey," Lucas Valdez, your PA, entered holding a large number of envelopes. You smiled at him as he placed them on your desk.

"Thanks. How'd the date go yesterday?"

"He was a total bore," he said, shaking his head in disappointment and his curls flopped on his head.

"Aw, I'm sorry! Don't worry, you'll find someone nice soon," you said, handing him a few files. "Also could you please send these to Lopez, Sharma and Phil for me? I need them to meet me."

Lucas nodded in confirmation and politely left.

You decided to go through the post as well because it was a boring day anyway and nothing could possibly bore you more.

You quickly leafed through them; a couple of advertisements, a few job applications (you kept those aside) and one small, plain envelope. There was no name on it, no stamp.

Huh. Strange.

You grabbed the letter opener and sliced the envelope open. A smaller piece of paper slid out of it.

The material looked quite expensive and vaguely familiar. Your eyebrows furrowed as you picked it up. It felt like it was an office paper but you couldn't be sure.

You turned it over. Written in a perfect, cursive handwriting and neon red ink were the words:

"Nothing is as it seems."

Something you know too well with the secrets you keep,

As you sow, so shall you reap,

Learn, lest you fall,

Beware, take from you, I will all.

You read it once, twice.

Now, you were a pretty famous public figure. Getting hate mail was a part of the job description but that didn't make it any easier.

The poem left you feeling just as uncomfortable as others had before. Nevertheless, this was still new. People were rarely this poetic in them.

What secrets were they talking about? If they meant you and Tom..

As if on cue, your personal phone chimed with an incoming notification.

Tom <3

I'm at your place.

Fourteen hours. I'm counting.

You smiled in spite of yourself and clicked the phone off, deciding to leave him on read. More the suffering, the better.

You glanced back at the note, the uneasiness settling over you once again. What could they be possibly talking about? If it was a hate mail it was unnervingly vague. And if it was someone's idea of a cruel joke, it was working.

Just then someone knocked at your door again and you hastily pocketed the note. It was Lopez, Phil and Sharma.

You blinked at them, struggling for a split second to remember why they were here.

Get a hold of yourself.

You smiled, recalling that you were the one who had asked for them. As they say down and began talking, you did your best to push the words to a far corner of your mind, the left side of your pants feeling strangely heavy.

[smut warning]

You found Tom in the living room that was attached to the kitchen, talking to someone on the phone. He motioned to you that he'd take a couple of minutes and you nodded, slipping inside the kitchen.

Your cook had, as always, laid out a scrumptious meal for you and Tom to down. You had barely opened the lid to the first bowl when Tom called from behind you.

"Your fourteen hours are up, Miss."

You turned to him, holding the bowl of pasta in hand. He was dressed in a plain white tee and your favorite grey sweatpants.

"I've still got half an hour left," you said nonchalantly, picking one piece of pasta and popping it into your mouth.

Tom watched you chew it slowly. It was completely involuntary that you let out a moan at the warmth that spread through your chest; you were actually famished.

"That's it, you little shit," Tom muttered under his breath and the next thing you knew you were being pushed against the counter, Tom's hands working down your body in a frenzy. He unbuttoned your shirt faster than you could process and chucked it to the floor. In another swift motion, he pulled off his own shirt as well before pulling you close again. His lips slammed against your own and then you couldn't really think at all. You moaned as he ground his hips into you, his hardening length pressing against your abdomen. You let your hands wander to his hair as he continued to grind into you, your knees already giving way under you. Warmth filled the base of your stomach as you slackened against him, mouth hanging open and eyes fluttering shut.

Just as your hands moved to his neck, he stopped, dragging his lips to your ear.

"I'm going to finish what I started and you're not going to say a thing," he grunted, his voice dropping low.

Before you could respond however, he'd turned you around and pushed you further up against the counter. You could feel him press against you, your shoulder blades digging into the hard muscle of his chest.

He thrust one hand into your pants and under your panties, fingers finding your wetness immediately.

His lips attached themselves to your neck and then he began to work you.

You moaned loudly as his middle and index finger dipped inside your already aching core and began to scissor their way through. His lean fingers knew exactly how and what to do and you immediately collapsed against him, groaning. He twisted and squeezed at your clit as his lips sucked hard on the skin of your shoulder. A flick of his wrist made you buck against him and you heard a deep chuckle rumble behind you.

Fuck.

Tom loved marking you. It wasn't good sex until you'd woken up with a few hickeys all over your back and chest.

Meanwhile, his other hand had unhooked one half of your bra and cupped your breast, thumb playing with your nipple. Your senses were in overdrive. You could smell his cologne; hear him panting in your ear as he pushed against you; feel his touch inside you. And God, nothing had ever felt this good.

You groaned as his fingers worked their magic, sliding further up and towards the spot he knew would tear you down. He moved faster now, the friction pushing you closer and closer towards the edge just as he started grinding against you again.

The sensation was a bit too much and you weren't even aware of the moans that tumbled out of your mouth as you gripped the back of his head and fucked his fingers. You bit down on your lip, to stop yourself from screaming his name.

"Come for me, darling," he whispered, his voice dripping with lust, fingers moving with a pace you couldn't keep up with.

And just like that, the ground slipped from beneath you, the world erupting in colors before your eyes.

"Fuck," you moaned as pleasure rattled through your body. You spasmed as Tom's fingers slowed their movement; stopping all together as you came down from your high, panting heavily.

"I had to wait fourteen hours to do that. Told you you were missing out," he said as you leaned against the sink, still breathless. You watched him saunter back to the living room and plop onto the couch casually, as if he hadn't just fucked you senseless.

You adjusted your pants and shirt, discarding your bra altogether. You reckoned you wouldn't really need it now. Legs still wobbly, you walked over to him and sat down on his lap, straddling him.

He looked up at you, eyes still dark and hair an absolute mess.

"I'm sorry you had to wait, baby. Let me make it up to you," you murmured locking your lips with his, the tiny note inside your left pant pocket, long forgotten.

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lnfours · 6 years

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homemade dynamite → parker

→ summary: inspired by homemade dynamite by lorde, y/n stark and peter parker find themselves getting handsy.

→ word count: 904

→ warnings: language, lil smutty oops don’t come at me

→ masterlist

a couple rebel top gun pilots flying with nowhere to be don't know you super well, but I think that you might be the same as me behave abnormally

it was the annual party at the tower. y/n stark and tony stark had invited guests to come and hang out with them on new years eve, including the avengers. but the one person you had your eyes set on was none other than peter parker, the new edition to the team.

you walked over to him, catching his attention. he smiled as he was captivated by your good looks and your gorgeous smile. he couldn’t believe you were human. he thought you was a goddess because of how gorgeous you was.

let's let things come out of the woodwork i'll give you my best side tell you all my best lies yeah, awesome right?

as the two of you talked, it eventually lead to dancing together. his hands on your hips as you smiled up into his beautiful brown eyes. he was charming. his curls sticking to his sweaty forehead. he was surprised you even wanted to talk to him, let alone dance with him. you were the girl of his dreams.

so let's let things come out of the woodwork i'll give you my best side tell you all my best lies seeing me rolling, showing someone else love dancing with our shoes off know I think you're awesome, right?

dancing eventually led to kissing. his hands gripping your hips and pulling you closer, not a care in the world if anyone saw. your lips were on fire and when they pulled apart, they were slightly swollen. you grabbed his hand, leading him secretly up to your bedroom.

our rules, our dreams, we're blind blowing shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite our friends, our drinks, we get inspired blowing shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite blowing shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite

sure, the two of you left your friends, but you didn’t care. you had each other. you opened the door, pulling him in and giggling as you closed the door behind you. he pressed you up against the wooden door, locking it with his free hand as the other cupped your cheek, going in for yet another kiss.

he couldn’t believe this was real life. kissing y/n stark. something every guy would kill to do, but only he got to taste your lips. only he got to feel what it felt like to have your fingertips trail down his chest. only him. no one else.

might get your friend to drive, but he can hardly see we'll end up painted on the road red and chrome, all the broken glass sparkling i guess we're partying

part of you was nervous that you’d get too attached and the two of you would end up crashing and burning. the other part of you wanted to live in the moment, let him dig his fingers into your hips, let him grab at you, let him kiss down your neck and leave hickeys, let him make you moan.

so let's let things come out of the woodwork i'll give you my best side tell you all my best lies seeing me rolling, showing someone else love hands under your t-shirt know i think you're awesome, right?

you reached under his white t-shirt, letting your fingers trace the indents of his abs. you walked forward, making him walk backwards to the bed. you slipped his shirt off, tossing it behind your shoulder. the two of you reached the end of your bed, peter falling onto it. his hands grabbed the back of your thighs as you hovered over him.

you pushed yourselves up the bed to the headboard, you still being in control. you leaned down, pressing kisses to his bare collarbone and his bare chest, leaving marks. marking him as yours. no one elses.

he soon had removed your shirt, letting it fall to the ground. you let your hands fall to the zipper on his jeans, pulling it down and undoing the button. your mouth pressed to his as his hands reached your back, tugging on your bra strap. he got it undone as you pushed the material down his legs, letting him kick them off.

he tossed the bra to the side as he stayed gawking at you. a sudden boost of confidence overcame him as he turned you over, making him be the one who was in control. he lowered his head to your chest, kissing and sucking at your skin.

now you know it's really gonna blow

his fingers worked at your jeans, sliding them off your smooth legs. he found himself gawking down at you once again and god, you were so gorgeous. he was the luckiest guy in the whole world when he’s got someone as beautiful as you moaning his name.

he slid your underwear down, tossing them with the countless articles of clothing on the floor. he smiled up at you as she nodded in approval, letting him do the one thing he’s always wanted to do to you, but has only happened in his dreams.

our rules, our dreams, we're blind blowing shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite our friends, our drinks, we get inspired blowing shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite

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heyhihellowhatsup0 · 2 years

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Dude asdfghjkl i just wanna punch yn in the face.

I dont know how she thinks that plan will work. ((But tom wanting to give her his soul 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺))

It's not gonna work. That's why she's ending up with Harrison...duh!!

Your Soul To Take - (King of Hell! Tom Holland x Reader) - Chapter Five

#nicole answers #boioay #tom holland #tom holland x you #tom holland x reader #tom holland reader #tom holland x y/n #KOH! Tom Hollan #Tom hollant smut

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ohholyfanfics · 4 years

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The Statue Part 6|Tom Holland

Last Part: The Statue Part Five

Author’s Note: Here’s just a little filler and it feels so good to be back! This story has so much going for it and I can’t for you guys to see everything I have in-store.

Prince Tom smiled softly as he led the two onto the grand lawn, the hot sun rays a welcome change. He couldn’t help but glance over to find y/n already giving him a soft glance. He gave her a soft peck on the cheek, watching as her lips formed into an O shape, as he tugged her along. Their first few moments were spent exchanging hello’s with some of the important guests.

Once seated, y/n couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride as she watched her soon-to-be talk with those amongst the table. Her cheeks flushed as his head rested on her thigh. Grabbing the wine glass, she felt a sense of relief take over as the sweet taste of her favorite rose hit her tongue.

“I hope everything is well Lady y/n.” she lifted her head to be greeted by one of her ladies maid as she nodded her head with a flush expression. The hot rays where shield by an umbrella as she softly dismissed the young woman.

“Tom, when were you going to introduce me to this beauty..”

y/n felt a wave of nervous hit her, as she watched Tom squirm in the stead besides her. Softly after the two had shared a few sweet kisses, she had giving him her full consent. Thomas not knowing yet, what to do with the new found information but thought now was the most perfect way to start. It wasn’t at all anyone from parliament nor was it a greedy reporter or royal trying to get some sort of inside scoop.

“Harrison this is my fiancé y/n.” he smiled softly as he placed an arm around her chair. He watched as his childhood best friend smiled widely holding a hand out. He watched as she shook his hand with a small smile on her face.

“Well y/n, I’ll say I don’t know how you do it.” he chuckled as she relaxed her shoulders letting out a soft giggle. “He’s a handful isn't he?”

“A bit.” she shrugged as the prince faked offense but never once let the smile flutter from his lips. “but I couldn’t have picked a better prince too be stuck with.” she giggled pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his lips.

Harrison watched with soft eyes, as his best friend leaned over press the softest of kiss on the girl’s lips. It was clear that everyone had caught whiff of the small action. The table was filled with gasps as mummers where soon being exchanged.

“I’m glad you’re the one I get to rule beside.” he breathed out as her eyes shinned in a way he’d never expected. Squeezing his thigh she sent him the sweetest of smile.

“Oh Thomas!” they heard a squeak from the other end to be met with a bright pair of green eyes and a rather judging stare. y/n sat straighter as she felt her palms begin to stare.

“Lady Jessica..” Harrison nodded with a cold glance as he looked over at the prince who was wearing a blank expression. It was clear that there was so sort of tension. “Please address him as his royal title.” he added as the woman gave him a glare.

“I think we are past that Harrison.” she stated a she occupied an empty seat from one of Thomas’ brothers. Placing her sunglasses on her head she examined the woman besides the prince, feeling a wave of jealousy run within her.

“I didn’t know they let hags in..” Harrison muttered behind his glass as Jessica introduced herself to y/n.

“Lady Jessica and you must be Thomas’s friend.” she stated with a slight smirk as Thomas watched y/n smile.

“Oh yes, I’m his fiancé.” she smiled softly as she placed her hand on the table. Lady Jessica coughed lightly, at the words leaving the woman’s mouth. Thomas on the other hand felt a since of pride wash over him as he heard the words slip from her lips. “Its a pleasure to meet you Lady Jessica.”

y/n tried her hardest to remember just who Lady Jessica was and what importance she held with the royals. Her mind swirling as she thought back to the countless amount of prep she had gone through.

“You must be so overwhelmed.”

y/n smiled softly as she nodded her head bringing the glass to her lips. The sweet taste relaxing her as she felt a wave of confidence wash over her. She wasn’t sure if it was from Thomas holding her hand tighter or the fact that she had handled people like Jessica before.

“A little bit..” she breathed out as watched her fingertip trace the rim of the crystal cup. “it’s all a little new but not anything I can’t handle. The Queen and King have been so welcoming.”

“Darlin’ there's some people I would like for you to meet.” Thomas smiled as he stood from his seat. Bidding their goodbyes, the two watched as the royal couple made their way towards the grass where some of Thomas’ family stood.

“She seems too perfect.” Jessica muttered as Harrison gave her a slight glare.

“Just because you didn’t break the spell doesn't mean you can ruin this for him Jessica.”

“It’s lady Jessica to you.”

“Cut the shit Jessica and let them be.” Harrison breathed out in anger as he stood from his seat. She watched as his eyes clouded over with a anger she’d never witnessed. “He’s happy.”

“He doesn’t love her.”

“Well he most definitely doesn't love you.”

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hopeless-starry-kingdom · 4 years

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Best Song Ever | Tom Holland

Summary:You and Tom dance to the best song ever

Song:Best Song Ever by One Direction

A/n:think I might make a series of fics from one direction songs 😗

Tom seen you as soon as you walked through the club doors.Your hips swayed in an enticing manner that made him and every other guy sit up straighter.Hoping to catch your attention.And he see. the way that you just marched past the bouncers like you belonged there.Like you had a right to be there.This was your castle and you were the queen.He watched as you walked immediately up to the bar and asked for a drink

You had already felt eyes on you as soon as you entered the club.You smirked as they followed you towards the bar and eyed you up and down,hoping they could take you home.But tonight you didn’t really want any of that.Tonight you just wanted to enjoy yourself.But when you turned your head to meet a pair of eyes,you debated throwing that all out.You ordered your drink while side glancing at the man with curly brown eyes,if he wasn’t going to make a move you would

And that seemed to be what was going to happen because your drink came and he was still staring.You picked up your drink and started to walke towards him.Tom noticed you were walking towards him and quickly looked away and down at the beer in his hand

“Oh cmon,you shy now?”You asked as you smirked and leaned against the bar

“My bad”

“No need to apologize.Whats a pretty boy like you doing all by yourself”You giggles as you seen him shake his head with a smile

“Thought that was my line”You tsked and set your drink down in front of you “Well not anymore,pretty boy”The nickname formed goosebumps on his skin and he wanted to bear you say it again

Soon a pop song came on and Tom for some reason knew the song and by the looks of you bopping your head and tapping your nails against the wood,you did too.So Tom downed the rest of his beer and shood. “Dance with me”

You smirked and grabbed his hand and led him to the dance floor “I’m Tom,by the way”

You thought about it for a second before saying “Georgia Rose.Please to meet you”You and Tom both began dancing like it was the last time you’d ever dance.You were hot and sweat was starting to fall down your hairline as you danced among the bodies.But you truly couldn’t find yourself to care,at this point it was more than what she expected to do for the night

Tom watched your hips sway and the way you looked so ethereal dancing.He was sure you weren’t really trying from the way you laughed about every ten seconds.But he just couldn’t get enough of it.So he grabbed your hips and pulled you close.He hoped you didn’t mind.And you didn’t because you started to dance on him and it made his mind run wild.

“You’re driving me crazy in this.You look absolutely divine in this dress.But it would look better on the floor”He lightly pinched the dress you were wearing and you laughed and turned to him

“Well don’t you have such a dirty mouth,Tom”You bit your lil and dragged your finger across his mouth and the gripped his chin with your thumb and index finger.What Tom didn’t expect was for you to kiss him so hungrily.The way you gripped onto the front of his shirt and arched into him.He practically smashed you into him to try to get you closer as your lips moved together

“Can I take you home with me?”Tom panted and you smirked

“Never in your wildest dreams”And then you went back to dancing with him and it bad him lose his mind because you were absolutely in his wildest dreams.You and Tom began belting out the chorus while horribly trying to dance along and he surprised at how well he knew the song

The next morning he woke up with a pounding headache.He looked over at his nightstand and seen a glass of water and some advil.He quickly took the pill and chugged the water while looking at his phone.He had a few messages and notifications from apps.He threw his sweatpants on and made his way to the living room where he seen Harrison watching a show

“Nice to see you up,Sleeping Beauty”Harrison chuckled and Tom groaned and flipped him off “What happened last night”

“What happened was you were absolutely smashed,mate.Couldnt even walk properly.Was scared someone drugged you or something.Hope it was all worth it”

And then last night came back to him,except the end.You.That was on his mind.

“Was I with someone?!A girl?Y/h/c hair,red dress?”Tom looked through his phone frantically for a Georgia Rose and looked up to see his friend staring at him like he was crazy

“No,man.You called me at like two in the morning talking out your ass so I tracked your location and picked you up.Why did something happen?”Harrison paused the show and turned to his friend

“I met this girl.Georgia Rose....And man she was amazing”Tom smiled and it made Harrison laugh

“So what went on then?Dont tell me you had a quickie in the bathroom”He cringed and Tom shook his head

“No!Of course not.We danced to the best song ever,in telling you”Tom chuckled

“And what was the song called”Tom furrowed his eyebrows and groaned because he couldn’t seem to remember “Jesus.My mind is completely fucking blank.Which is so weird because I knew every line—we knew every line.But now I can’t remember how it goes”

“Sounds like some night mate”Harrison chuckled

“I think it oh,oh,oh,no maybe yeah,yeah,yea.Fuck”Tom tried to remember but he just couldn’t

“Don’t beat yourself up about it.Im sure it’ll come to you.And i’m sure you’ll fine this Georgia Rose too”

“Yeah,I better.Because I just wont forget about her”And Tom made it his mission to find you

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creativestalkerrs · 5 years

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One last one for the road.

Spider-Man; Sony kicked me out, now I’m Homeless, can I sleep here tonight?

F in the chats boys😔✊🏽

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mrs-hollandstan · 5 years

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Can you make a blurb or somethin about what happens at the mansion with rich!tom, because I didn't know I'd need it until you continued it.

@hillsnholland see what you've done? Hehehehe

NSFW below my doods.

"Would you like me to show you how selfless I can be darling?" Tom rasped in your ear. You could feel the silk shirt at your shoulders, the gold chain around his neck was pressed at the back of your own, the cool leather of his Jaeger-Lecoultre 18-Karat Rose Gold and Alligator watch nipping into your skin. Swallowing, you glanced at him, his eyebrows quirking on his forehead, his fingertips ghosting over your underwear,

"I need you to tell me you want it pretty girl. I can take you right in that door and down the hall, lay you on those really nice cotton sheets, let you get off. But I need you to say you want it." Humming in your throat when he presses at your clit, you tilt your head back, laying it over his shoulder,

"Please-" Before you could say anything more, he took your hand, leading you to a bedroom down the hall with quick steps. Laying you on his bed, you noticed it was another room you spent a lot of time in. A cream colored room the size of your living room back home with soft chocolate colored carpet and double doors at the end that opened into another beautiful balcony, with a less pleasing view of the side of a mountain. You could tell it was Tom's room, judging by the posters and flags hanging from the seemingly endless walls. You could never imagine having so much wallspace. A sharp jabbing at your lower back drew you from your thoughts and when you lifted your hips, you pulled a small golf ball from behind you. You tsked,

"Ass." Tom chuckled as you tossed it off the bed, paying it no mind as it bounced once and then rolled the rest of the way, thumping against the wall as he pushed your dress up your hips,

"God you've got amazing legs pretty girl." Leaning in, he kissed your stomach, his beautiful eyes finding yours,

"You have no idea how spoiled you'd be if you were my girl."

"In your dreams Holland." You panted out, "You're a spoiled little shit. Don't deserve me." He pursed his lips, slipping his hand up to your breast,

"I deserve to see this beautiful body at least. Take the dress and bra off for me sweetface." Raising your shoulders off of the bed, you squirmed out of both articles of clothing, tossing them off the bed and glancing back down at him. He smiles a cocky smile,

"You're stunning. I don't think you realize the severity of me pining over you." Flicking your underwear against your skin, he draws the fabric down your legs, tossing them over his shoulder,

"God I've dreamed about the day I got to see this pretty little pussy."

"You are... revolting."

"Am I now? You're not having a problem with me being between your legs at the moment huh? The idea of you getting head from me is quite appealing." Cocking his head, he raised an eyebrow,

"Right?" You nodded, watching him run his hands up your thighs. Licking his lips, he glanced up, leaning in to kiss the inside of your thigh. Creeping up, he kisses the other thigh,

"If you were my girl, you'd have the best things ever. You could wear the best clothes, the best jewelry, you'd have the most gorgeous flowers daily. Does that not sound good to you?"

"You're spoiled. You don't know how to be sympathetic with anyone. Its," you flip as he leans in and runs his tongue along your folds, "i-it's about you and your money and that's it. I don't t-think you can p-pay the attention I want to me." Taking hold of his sheets as he hums in response, he laps up your juices and holds your thighs apart. Meeting your eyes again, he slides two fingers between your folds, curl in ng them as he sucks on your clit. You gasp and arch your back, reaching down to take hold of his hair. He grunts when you tug, not caring that his hair will be messed up by the time he gets you to your high. At this point, he's desperate to show you he's capable of giving someone else attention. When it comes to you, it's not about the money. He'd give up the money if it meant getting you instead.

Sucking at your clit harder, his lashes flutter when you whimper and tug his hair the slightest again. He reaches up to hold your hips when you buck them into his face, trying to ride his fingers. Holding his hair tight in one hand, and the sheets in the other, he watches you writhe, his heart bursting with joy at the sight of you. He'd dreamt about it for months and here you were now. Laying before him with your legs spread wide to allow him to lay between them. Flicking his tongue across your clit, he hums when your whimper and whine shaking under his arms,

"Ahh, Tom that feels so good." He hums again in response, letting you tug at his hair. He can feel your attraction for him growing the longer he lays between your legs, taking his wrist in your hand. Sliding his hand down, he interlaces your fingers listening to you pant and watching your chest rise and fall. Sliding your hand down to the back of his neck, you hold him close,

"Tommy, m'gonna cum." Leaning back, he curls his fingers,

"Cum for me love. Gotta show you how good I can make you feel." Kissing your bellybutton, he watches your face contort in pleasure, feeling you grow wetter and wetter, the longer it continues,

"Come on love. Cum for me." Arching your back, you raised your leg to press your foot to Tom's shoulder,

"Tommy." Holding his arm, you whimper, arching you back as your orgasm clouds your senses, a scream catching in your throat and coming out as a half hearted cry. Tom coaxes you through it, waiting until your legs stop shaking and your back rests on his sheets before drawing his fingers from you and resting back on his knees. Sucking his fingers off, he stood, leaning over you with his lips grazing your skin, you turned on your side, Tom smiling and kissing your hip before laying behind you. Propping himself on his elbow, he ran his hand up your arm, watching the skin goosebump. Kissing your shoulder blade, he hummed,

"See? I can be selfless sometimes. I'm a spoiled brat, sure, but I can show someone else affection. Especially when I like them." Snorting, you turn to look at him,

"I can't believe those words are even in your vocabulary. You don't like me. You just want to get between my legs."

"That isn't true. I did, get between your legs I mean, bit I would never force myself on you. You seriously think that I offer you all these nice things cause I don't like you?"

"I dunno. I... I guess so." Gently nudging your shoulder back into him, he waits until your eyes meet his,

"I do like you. I have for a long while now. You're the one that hates me. Not me hating you."

"I don't hate you."

"Really? Then why do you keep telling me to piss off and ignoring me and rolling your eyes? You hate me. You can't deny that. Besides, it's kinda hot converting you." Giggling, he drapes his hand over your hip,

"Seriously. You're pretty sexy. I'd like to take you out. Hell we could run away to Europe for a weekend. Have our first date in Paris, whatever you want." Leaning against him, he leaves his lips against your skin, his eyes locked in yours,

"Whatever you want is yours." Turning to completely face him, you sigh,

"I get it. I really do. You'd make an amazing boyfriend. Spoiling your girlfriend in whatever she wants is everything girls ever want. But I don't want you to give me all these material things. The reason I 'hate' you is because you were raised by parents that let you buy friends. They let you have whatever you want and I hate that. All I want from you, if I go out with you is for you to show that you love me. If you feel that there's something I want that you wanna buy every once in a while, by all means. If you go on vacation and you want me to come than I'll go, but I can work for my own money. I can buy my own things, I can buy my own-" Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to your own. Pressing his hand to your lower back, he holds you to his chest. Pressing his forehead to yours, he clenches his jaw,

"I'll do whatever you want. I just... I want you to agree to go out with me." Smiling, you reach up and stroke his cheek,

"Fine." He smiles and then laughs, laying back on his bed,

"God, today's a good day." Giggling, you lean over him,

"This house is really gorgeous." He nods,

"I know how much you like it. I know all the spots you escape to when I throw parties like this."

"Oh so now you're stalking me?"

"No, I've liked you for a long time and I watch you wander sometimes. You wear pretty clothes and I like it. I always pay attention to you because I like your attention." Playing with the chain around his neck, you glance up at him. He meets your eyes for just a moment before a smile breaks out and he leans down to peck your lips,

"Pretty little GIRLFRIEND." Giggling again, you sit up, at the end of the bed to find your underwear,

"Don't push your luck," standing, you drag your underwear up your legs, "stalker."

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haikyuuhaley · 5 years

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Hey friends!

If anyone want to shoot me a Tom/Peter blurb idea then go ahead darlings! I wanna write for him!

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goldenchemistry · 6 years

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brb gonna find out where tom holland lives and take a picture in front of his house so that maybe we’ll get married in the future

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starboyholland · 7 years

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Therapy pt. 2 (Cold Blooded) / Harry Holland

Requested: Yes! Here’s a prequel to Therapy based on Khalid’s song Cold Blooded. You can find the first part here!

Summary: It’s a week before the game and Harry finally decides to do something about the tension between him and YN. Be it for better or for worse, they don’t know.

Rating: R for language and vague smut

A/N: I’d love to write more of this series if anyone would like to read it! If you’d like to read anything else, feel free to slide into my ask box, requests are open!

He had fucking dreamt about you. You had been in his dreams.

Usually, Harry’s dreams were a calm time for him to process the day’s events, or think about new short film ideas. But now even his subconscious was tainted with you.

He remembered his dream from the moment he woke up, sitting up immediately and rubbing his eyes harshly. You had been on top of him, in his dream. Your eyes had been tightly shut, your mouth hanging open and your head thrown back as your hips ground down into his.

It had felt so real, he remembered how your skin felt on his hands and how your mouth felt on his own. He had woken up and for the first few seconds had wondered why you weren’t there beside him like he’d expected after having his dream. But now he was fully awake, thirty minuets before his alarm was set to go off. And he was alone, with nobody but himself to take care of the problem that the dream has created.

He was hard. Painfully so. And so he found himself thinking about you in his bed and in the shower. He couldn’t get you out of his mind no matter what he did. He thought of you while getting dressed and almost failed to notice that he initially put his shirt on backwards. He burnt his finger on the toaster as he rushed out of the house towards his brother’s car, already filled with Tom and Sam. Harry had missed Sam calling shotgun, of course, due to being lost in thought.

By the time he got out to the car after Tom blared the horn multiple times, he was forced to find a spot in the backseat. At first, Tom and Sam bickered over what radio station to play, and for once Harry offered no input into the discussion.

Tom, being the oldest and priding himself on being a bit more mature, noticed Harry’s quiet mood. “What crawled up your ass this morning?” He inquired, turning the radio down a few notches and raising an eyebrow at Harry from the front seat, making eye contact with the mirror that pointed back through the car.

There was genuine concern in Tom’s voice, but his phrasing kept his concern at the casual, older brother level that everyone was comfortable and familiar with. “Nothin’, why don’t ya keep your eyes on the road?” Harry quipped quietly, pushing toast into his mouth to avoid having to talk about anything this early in the morning.

Tom rolled his eyes and shook his head slightly but shifted on his seat to face the road as Harry suggested. “I bet it’s YN, did she win that award you guys were going up against each other for? For photography club?” Sam suggested, turning in his seat to examine his twin, who remained solemn in the backseat, his legs stretching to either side of the space, his backpack next to him on the seat. Harry shook his head quickly.

“No,” he spoke with toast still filling his mouth, crumbs flying. “Oh, well what’d she do this time? You have that look,” Sam was trying to help, Harry knew he was, but he was beginning to feel obsessed with YN, and now the last thing he wanted to do was talk about her more.

“What look?” Harry questioned flatly, trying to change the subject even for a moment. “The look you get when you’re thinking really deeply about something,” Sam explained cavalierly, turning back around in his seat with a knowing smile plastered on his face. Harry tried to get the words out as quickly as possible and when they left his mouth they tripped over each other. “I-I don’t get a fuckin- what look are you even talking about? That doesn’t make any sense-”

“Relax,” Sam said with a laugh, Tom chuckled in the front seat and briefly turned around to view his defensive brother. “I’m-” “Harry, chill, mate,” Harry sighed and realized that he was literally on the edge of his seat. He sat back heavily and Tom turned fully around again to face the road without having to be prompted. Sam held back a knowing smile. “I’s not a bad look, can just tell you’re thinking really hard, ’s'all,” Harry nodded, ingesting the information.

“So, what’re you thinkin’ so hard about then?” Sam asked gently, his body contorted so he could see his twin fully. Harry shrugged. “Just tired, thinking ‘bout midterms and m’ project for photography club,” Sam nodded. “You’re in Morrison’s class aren’t ya this semester? His midterm kicks ass,” Sam spoke with an air of sympathy and Harry nodded, raising his eyebrows in acknowledgment. “Yeah, it does, 'specially when you 'aven’t been paying attention for the last six weeks,” he added with a small laugh.

“Why haven’t- oh, isn’t YN in that class with ya?” The knowing smile had returned and Sam’s eyes twinkled, creases appearing near his eyes as his cheeks raised slightly. Harry answered 'yes’ but quickly added. “But that’s not why I’m not paying attention, I don’t give a fuck about her, okay?” He tried to lie but even he knew from the moment the phrase left his mouth that it didn’t sound at all convincing.

Tom raised an eyebrow in the rear view mirror at Harry and Sam held back a laugh. They tried to keep it in but within seconds both of his brothers were laughing so hard Harry almost worried the car would swerve. “'I don’t give a fuck about her’, yeah, that’s convincing, Harry, you should really be acting in these short films you make,” Tom giggled. Sam mocked him again and Harry just slumped in his seat, rolling his eyes once again this morning.

“I don’t,” he whined. “Oh, but you so clearly do,” Tom countered with a laugh, his face flushed. “Haven’t you guys been letting sexual tension build for like, five years now? She’s in your grade isn’t she?” Tom inquired lightly, still catching his breath from laughing.

“There isn’t any sexual tension, dumbasses, we just don’t get along,” Harry said, his arms crossing. “Oh, I don’t get along with plenty of people, but I don’t freak out when I hear their name,” Tom snickered, Sam continued to stare into the backseat. “I didn’t freak out,” Harry mumbled defensively. “Alrighty then,” Tom replied with a shrug, unconvinced.

Sam, however, continued to look at him and Harry felt like he was under a microscope under the caring eye of his brother. “So, if I happen to run into YN at lunch today, should I say hello? Maybe invite her to dinner tonight?” Tom continued to tease, both hands on the wheel and eyes on the road, glancing back every so often to admire the product of his teasing, Harry’s clear annoyance. “Shut up.” Harry groaned.

Tom and Sam continued to crack jokes and all Harry wanted them to do was leave the topic of YN well enough alone. By the time they pulled into the school Harry never wanted to hear about YN again, but Tom and Sam refused to let it go. Tom messed with his hair teasingly as they entered the building. Sam started composing a song about how Harry was going to do something about the hypothetical sexual tension he suffered from, tapping on lockers to the rhythm of the song and grinning to himself as Tom joined in for the chorus.

Before they could, Harry lashed out, his voice cutting through the air like a dart. “Can you guys shut the fuck up already?” Harry winced as his voice came out much sharper than he’d anticipated. His brothers immediately stopped, eyes widening. “Alrighty then,” Tom said, backing away a few inches from Harry with his hands raised in mock surrender. Sam stopped the shuffle he had done in time to his song and huffed, shoving his hands in his pocket, letting his shoulders roll forward a bit.

“Sorry, I just,” Harry didn’t know what to say. “Why do you care? Isn’t YN like, cold blooded according to you?” At the very moment the words left Tom’s mouth, YN appeared in front of them.

Walking out of a door, YN’s path intersected with that of the three eldest Holland boys, and before any of them could say anything, jaws dropping in surprise. YN shoved past them. She made sure her shoulders angrily knocked against Harry’s when he turned around to say something in protest, she continued to walk backwards, facing him as she moved away.

“Oh, hope you didn’t get frostbite there, Holland, with my cold bloodedness and all,” she rolled her eyes and pivoted to walk forward, shaking her head and trying to clear her mind of the incident. YN couldn’t even recall why they had this dumb feud thing going on in the first place.

If she was honest with herself, Harry was cute, and funny, and talented. He was driven and smart and she definitely felt something for him. She just wasn’t quite sure what she felt, something passionate, something that lay between overwhelming rage and deep friendship.

The two of them went through the day glaring at each other at every possibility. The tension between them had seemingly reached a breaking point, the two of them tip-toeing around each other while still making no effort to settle things down between them. After school they both turned in their projects for the contest that they’d been preparing for weeks, photography may have been an extracurricular but that meant very little in regards to how much it matter to both YN and Harry.

“Hope you brought tissues for when my project wins, love,” Harry snipped at her on his way to the teacher’s desk to turn in his large paper covered in his hard work, rolled up like a scroll to protect it from any harm throughout the day. “I hope you brought a change of heart for when you’re begging me to at least pretend like you were any kind of competition for me,” YN snapped back.

The two of them went about their day until the end of photography club, when everyone packed up their bags, waving goodbye to each other and making their way from the room at a leisurely pace. Of course, YN and Harry were the only ones left in the room, both scrambling to get their things together so they could avoid seeing each other again for the day.

YN hiked her backpack up onto her shoulders and quickly made her way from the classroom, bidding the teacher at the desk a good afternoon before letting the door close behind her. It didn’t have a chance to close, however, as Harry was hot on her heels. “Hey- YN, stop,” Harry requested firmly, following her fast pace down the halls towards the front doors of the school.

“No, what do you want, Holland, make it quick,” YN spat back angrily, still sore from the comments she’d heard coming from his siblings that morning. “Just, just stop for a fucking second, YN, god,” Harry was growing tired physically and mentally of the chase they always seemed to be participating in. He was tired of chasing and being chased and tired of having YN constantly running through his head. “What do you want, Holland, just spit it out already, you’d think that if you could talk shit about me then you could at least say something to my face.”

YN whipped her body around in a tight pivot, so fast, that Harry crashed into her abrasively, the two of them knocking together like magnets that instantly rejected the other’s charge. They separated quickly, Harry nearly panting at the quick speed he’d had to maintain to keep up with YN mixed with their sudden run-in. “I-” suddenly, Harry went completely mute, unsure of what to say. YN looked at him expectantly.

“What, did my cold-blooded ice queen powers freeze up your vocal chords or something?” She snarled, letting her eyes roll dramatically with a shake of her head before beginning to walk away again. Harry caught her arm in his hand and clutched on for dear life. “No, I’m sorry, I didn’t put that phrase in his head on purpose of anything okay, I’m sorry,” Harry said, quietly at first but gaining volume when he thought of how ridiculous the whole situation was.

YN nodded, seeming a bit underwhelmed. This only fueled the fire that burned in Harry’s chest whenever he thought of YN, without thinking he grasped her face in his hands and brought their faces together suddenly. Their lips pushed together with a force Harry could have never imagined. He pushed her up against the wall, her backpack falling down her arms, allowing her back to become flush with the wall due to the pressure Harry’s body pushed on her. Her hands found his tee-shirt and grasped onto the hem in closed fists, pulling his hips to meet her own. She rolled her hips, applying pressure and didn’t need to do much investigating to figure out how hard Harry was beneath the tight jeans he was wearing.

Before they knew it, they were nipping at the other’s lips, and sucking on each other’s necks, both of them trying to keep in their moans and whimpers and praying that nobody would walk through the hallway and see them. YN’s legs now wrapped around Harry’s waist, her arms around his neck and her back still against the wall.

They stopped for a moment to catch their breath and before Harry could say anything, YN panted out: “If I was really cold blooded, I’d leave you hanging,” she reached down between his legs and applied just enough pressure to make Harry’s stomach drop and his head fall to her shoulder. “Your car or mine, Holland?”

And that was how the two of them found themselves with nearly no clothing on, in the back of Harry’s car. Harry had never been more grateful for his car coming out of the shop than he was now. His parents had dropped it off midday so his brothers wouldn’t have to wait for him after photography club, and he couldn’t believe his luck. YN had been on her knees for him in the cramped backseat, working magic on him with her mouth, her tongue and her lips.

Now, his hands were roaming YN’s body with a fervor he’d never felt before, their hips rolling into each other’s with a speed he barely thought possible, YN’s moans synonymous with music in his mind. They kissed and bit at each other, YN’s fingers leaving slight scratches on Harry’s back. She sank down on him and swiveled her hips around feverishly, bringing them to both finish quickly, with her legs quivering and her head thrown back, eyes shut, just like in his dream. This was the first time Harry had heard YN call him by his first name, it had never sounded so good in his ears before, he hoped he would never forget how his name sounded coming from her mouth in breathy moans.

As they pulled their clothes back on, Harry had never been more excited about the dull sting that his shirt brought to his back due to the new scratches he couldn’t wait to examine in the mirror when he got home. “Well, I guess that was an adequate apology,” YN said with a smirk, pulling her clothes on with great speed.

They both knew this was an understatement, YN had come at least twice in the time they’d shared together, her legs still a bit wobbly as she walked from Harry’s car to her own, getting in it and driving away before she could question their actions with Harry in such close proximity.

What the two of them knew without doubt, though, was that there was no way things could go back to the way they were before.

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gyllenhaalics · 4 years

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ohholyfanfics · 7 years

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T.Holland Imagine

Requested:Yes/No Song(s):Marry Me by Thomas Rhett Warning(s):None Summary: Tom get’s invited to a friends wedding.

A/N:Based of the song Marry Me by Thomas Rhett

She wants to get married

Sighing he brought the glass of whiskey to his lips as he looked back at the suit in front of him, this wasn’t how it was suppose to be. He shook his head as he placed the white button down shirt one slowly as he closed his eyes tightly as flashes from the first day she spoke to his about marriage. The topic of conversation was just brought upon them, as they took turn taken sips of vodka from a bottle she had stolen from her parents.

She had it all planned out, from the location to the flowers. She spoke with a smile on her face as he watched her with a soft smile on his face. Her eyes were bright with excitement as she talked about a small wedding with only close friends and family on the countryside. She talked about how she’d love it if you granddad would officiate the wedding if he makes it that far. It all sounded perfect but he couldn’t help but wonder if he was in her plans.

When I got the invite, I knew I was too late

Placing the blazer over his shoulders his eyes traveled over to the white card laying on the dress. His heart speed up thinking back to when he had first received it. He had just gotten home from promoting a new movie, he was more then excited to see his friends and family after a long time. The moment his eyes landed on the envelope it was as if the world had stopped spinning. Everything around him came crashing down, that was the moment he knew he was too late.

He’d spent the rest of the night wondering why he didn't take the chance to kiss her all those years back. He thought back to all the chances he had to make his move, now he was standing in front of a mirror getting ready to watch the love of his life marry someone else.

I’ll try to make it through without crying

Walking through the perfectly landscape his eyes widen slightly, as the though of when they were younger came to mind. The wedding was exactly how she had described it. He swallowed hard as he faked a smile the moment her mother came up to him. Hugging her tightly she smiled up at him.

“She’s gonna be so happy you came Thomas”

Tom nodded his head, as he excused her and grabbed a shot of whiskey taken it down knowing he’d need as much help as possible to get through the night. Sitting down million of thoughts ran through his head as the music started and he stood. He took a sharp intake of air as his eyes meet her figure. His eyes swelled and burned as tears filled them. He blinked rapidly trying his hardest to keep himself together. He watched as her granddad waited for her at the alter, and he watched painfully as her father gave her away to someone who wasn't him. The moment the vows were said and they shared their kiss was when reality finally sunk in.

This wasn’t a movie.

This was real life.

There was no one to yell cut, and tell him to get the fuck out of his seat.

He’d missed his chance.

“And now she got married, but it wasn’t with me..” He whispered.

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