#jealous!tom

[lokidokieokie]

Friends With the Green-Eyed Monster

Request by @laufeysonbarneslover​: please can you do an imagine with prompts 9 and 11 where tom hiddleston and reader are best friends and live together but reader had a wet dream about chris hemsworth with a fluffy ending. thank you so much, love your work xxx

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Roommate!Reader

Warning(s): Language (like two naughty words), maybe some slight angst (we’ll see how we go), fluff central towards the end!

Prompts:

#9 - “I read your diary...”

#11 - “Wait a minute...are you jealous?”

At first, everyone had advised you that moving in with your best friend wasn’t the best idea. That you’d probably “get fed up with all his little idiosyncrasies” and want to move out after a couple weeks. 

But that wasn’t the case at all. 

Living with Tom was probably the best decision that you had ever made in your life. From the 3am snack runs to the nearest convenience store to the weekly tickle sessions on the couch; home with Tom was the one place you always wanted to be.

But something was off today. Tom didn’t greet you with one of his cheesy one-liners as he walked through the door, he didn’t give you his daily little kiss on the cheek. He just walked straight to his room and shut the door behind him. 

Maybe he’s just had a rough day on set? You thought to yourself, but shrugged off the worry and continued on with your work. Writing that one romance novel about best friends falling for each other wasn’t going to write itself...and the hope that the universe would give you some real experience in the area was slowly dwindling. 

By 10pm, Tom still hadn’t come out of his room, and you were beginning to worry something bigger had happened. However, the thought that he may have fallen asleep deterred you from knocking on his door. 

Quietly opening your bedroom door, you made your way inside, softly shutting it behind you. Walking over to the bed you began changing into your pyjamas, the knotting feeling in your stomach growing as every second passed by. 

You were incredibly worried. Tom had never acted like this before; granted, he had his bad days, but he never locked himself away in his room to deal with them. 

Sighing, you crawled into bed, hoping to whatever higher being was out there that Tom would be okay. 

It was now 3:24am, and your attempts at slipping off into a leisurely slumber were pretty much pointless. Your worries for Tom were churning your insides and kept you wide awake. 

Finally having enough, you opened your door and quietly walked across the hallway. Now that you were standing in front of his door, you took a deep breath. It was now or never. 

You raised your fist and gently collided it with the dark wood. 

“Tom? Are you awake?” 

You waited for a response, but it didn’t seem like you were getting one. The knot in your stomach continued to tighten. 

“That’s it! I’m coming in.” 

When you opened your door, your heart absolutely shattered. Sitting on the bed was a dishevelled Tom. His hair was all over the place, eyes rimmed red. Had he been crying?

Quickly rushing to the other side of the bed you climbed in and pulled him into a hug. 

“Tom? What’s wrong? Did something go wrong on set yesterday?”

He shook his head and your face twisted into confusion. “Then what’s wrong? You never shut yourself off like this.”

He sighed, “I read your diary...”

You jolted back, a frown beginning to form on your face. “What?”

He refused to face you and continued staring off into space. 

“It wasn’t on purpose, Darling. It was open when I found it, and you had been acting unusual all day. I- I just wanted to make sure that you were okay.”

You scowled and pulled away from him, “And that gives you the right to read something extremely personal about me?”

Finally turning to face you, his red-rimmed eyes stared straight into yours.

“It doesn’t in the slightest, Love--and I sincerely regret doing so. What I found in there was something that I never needed to know about you.” He spoke with such disdain that you could tell what he read wasn’t what he was expecting to find.

You huffed, “And what in there disgusted you so much, Tom? Was it my inner thoughts and feelings? My rants on how work my co-workers treated me like shit one day? How normal and boring my life is compared to yours?”

“No! No at all...It was just...”

“Just what Tom? Do I really disgust you that mu-”

“You had a sex dream about Chris Hemsworth! A very vivid sex dream if I have to go into detail.”

You tried so hard to stop a laugh from escaping your lips, “That’s it? The fact that I had a sex dream about Hemsworth?”

The look on his face radiated pure anger with a hint of something else...was that?

“Wait a minute...are you jealous?”

He didn’t answer, but the drifting of his eyes from your face to the floor spoke a thousand words. 

“Why does that bother you? I’m a grown adult, I can have sex dreams about whoever the fuck I want, Tom. I don’t see why you need to care about it.”

That seemed to push Tom over the edge, “I JUST DO, Y/N!” 

You were stunned. Tom had never yelled at you before; his eyes widened in realisation.

“I- I didn’t mean to raise my voice.”

“Tom, I just don’t understand why you’re so worked up about it. It’s nothing to be upset over.”

He just sighed, “I can’t stand the thought of you dreaming about sleeping with other men, and you still can’t see why that bothers me? I thought it would be obvious after my outburst...”

You shook your head, still not understanding whatever he was trying to say.

He lifted his eyes to face you once again and let out a little smile, “I love you, Y/n.” 

Your eyes widened; your mouth slowly opening in shock. He loved you? 

“I understand if this changes the foundations of our relationship, but I can’t lose you; especially to someone as close to me as Hemsworth, he’s like my broth-”

You cut off his rambling by pressing a soft kiss to his lips. The wires in his brain seemingly short-circuiting in the process, enabling him unable to speak for a few moments after you pulled back. 

You pressed a kiss to his reddened cheek, “There’s no reason to be so held up on losing me to Hemsworth when my heart is already owned by you, Hiddles.”

A small smile graced his face at your confession, “That...that is music to my ears, Darling.”

A/N I was so excited to do this one. I hope you enjoyed it! 

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[sunkissedpages]

Hey so I love your writing! If it’s okay, I have a request (obviously you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to) and basically in London there’s a Frozen Yoghurt shop called ‘Snog’. And what if the reader and Tom were dating and her and Harrison were like ‘We r gonna go have a snog’ and Tom gets jealous

this concept!!! <3

"They're a little pricey, but I think it's worth it," Haz reasoned, looking over your shoulder as you scrolled through the online menu.

You nodded in agreement and slid your phone back into your pocket. "I'll go if you drive."

"Do you think Tom will want one?" your boyfriend's best friend asked.

You turned your head toward the kitchen, where Tom was currently on a Zoom call for work and nodded again.

"As long as it has strawberries he'll eat it.," you said, smiling to yourself at the thought of surprising him with a sweet treat after a long day.

You and Harrison tiptoed past Tom, careful not to get into frame, and paused to grab your bag and keys from the hook beside the door. You had nearly escaped without raising suspicion when a pointed cough stopped both of you in your tracks.

You glanced back to see Tom mute his mic and take one of his AirPods out, eyeing you with an air of amusement.

"Where are you two sneaking off to?"

You exchanged a guilty look with Harrison and tried to shrug it off casually.

"Nowhere."

"You wouldn't need the keys to Harrison's car to go nowhere," he pointed out with the raise of an eyebrow.

You sighed in defeat, your hopes of surprising him slipping away. "We're going for a Snog," you admitted.

Tom choked even though he didn't have anything in his mouth and stared at you incredulously. "That's not funny."

"We'll be right back!" you insisted, unsure as to why he was getting so worked up all of the sudden.

"It won't take long," Haz added.

"What the fuck, mate?" Tom demanded, standing from the barstool he'd been perched on. He clenched his jaw and gave you an angry glare, but zeroed in on his best friend instead. He narrowed his eyes at Haz and cocked his head expectantly like he was awaiting an explanation.

"I didn't having a Snog would be such a big fucking deal!" Harrison shot back, stepping in front of you defensively.

"With my girlfriend?"

"I mean, you can come too, but we just thought you were busy with work," you offered, still confused.

"I'm supposed to be the third in my own god damn relationship? Nice to know I was just an afterthought," Tom scoffed, pinching the bridge of his nose in disbelief. "Why don't you just suck him off in the kitchen right here in front of me, then?"

"What the fuck are you talking about, Tom?" you snapped finally.

He looked to be on the verge of tears and blinked at you in confusion. "You're going off to make out with my best friend and do... who knows what else with him, and I'm just supposed to be okay with it?"

Oh.

"No, baby, we're going for frozen yogurt," you explained.

"But you said-"

"The place is called Snog, dumbass," Harrison piped up from behind you.

"You're not being helpful," you hissed at him before turning back to your boyfriend. "But yes, the frozen yogurt place is called Snog and they call their products snogs too. We were going to bring them back here and surprise you with one."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

Tom scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "I'm sorry for overreacting."

You smiled and pulled him into an embrace, pressing a kiss to his temple as his arms came to rest around your waist. "I'm sorry for the miscommunication."

"You really thought I would just throw away over a decade of friendship?" Harrison asked.

"I dunno, man. It's been a long day. I've had so many meetings. Nothing is making sense anymore."

"Speaking of meetings, you should get back to the one you're in," you said and nudged your boyfriend's shoulder gently. "They're probably wondering where you disappeared to."

"You're right." He kissed you once on the lips and squeezed your hand. "I'm sorry again."

"I know. I'm sorry too."

Tom gave you a half smile as he took his place back at the kitchen island and popped his other AirPod back into his ear.

"I'm also sorry," Harrison said, "even though I would never do something like that to you." He made eye contact with Tom then glanced back down at you with a smirk. "No matter how hot your girlfriend is."

[gamerdestiny]

You’re mine Baby girl (Tom Holland smut) part 1

(A/N- This is my first time writing something like this so please don’t judge if its not as good as you expected)

(A/N- A little back story to it all, Tom and Y/N have been dating for some time. They live together in an apartment. Everything is fine and happy, the only thing that bothers Tom is that their next door neighbour Jaden has a huge crush on his girlfriend, and even though he knows that Tom and her are dating, he still keeps making attempts. Now let’s go…)

 The knocking of the door, made me pause the music in the bathroom, “Babe can you check who is it?”

 *Tom’s POV*

 Keeping my phone in my pocket, I move towards the door. I open the door, my face drops, and so does his. “What do you need Jaden?” I ask annoyed. “Is Y/N here? I need her help,” he asks, with his fake smile. “No, she’s not. Is there something I can help with?” I reply, also putting on a fake smile. “Uhh no man, thanks!” he replies and walks away, back inside his apartment. Closing the door, I turn around in time to see Y/N coming out of our bedroom, wearing shorts and my hoodie, her hair tied up in a loose bun, “Who was that?” “No one, just delivery at the wrong door,” I say, dismissively. She nods, not probing on it any further, “Dinner?” “Yes sure, I’ll just go and take a shower,” I smile at her, then quickly pecking on her head, I walk into the bedroom.

 *Y/N’s POV*

 Stepping inside the kitchen,I take out the ingredients needed to make dinner. Setting the noodles to boil in a pan, I bring out the chopping board to chop the vegetables. My phone buzzed next to the fridge. Picking up my phone from the kitchen counter, I see a message from Jaden, our next door neighbor. I need help with my pc, can you help me out? I know you’re an IT major. Well it sounded genuine enough. Locking my phone again, I turn off the flame for the noodles, because the water was hot enough to cook the noodles to perfection. I wear the flipflops at the side of the door and walk out to the right, where Jaden lived. Knocking on the door, it was opened instantaneously. “Hey, you said you needed my help?” I ask. “Yes, umm… the thing is, I don’t actually need help with my pc. I was, I kinda was looking for an excuse to talk to you,” he replies shyly, “Also I was wondering if I could take you out for dinner?” I was taken aback. I thought I had made it clear to him that I was dating Tom. “Jaden you know that I-” I get interrupted by Tom’s very angry voice, “She’s taken. I have said this many times, stop with your cheap attempts on MY girl.” He comes and stands next to me, his arm wrapping around my waist, pulling me close. But his hand doesn’t stop there, it slowly moves lower, to cover my ass, till he gives it a light squeeze. I freeze in place. Tom was never a guy for much PDA, so this was very new. I could feel my face burn up a little. “We’re leaving now,” he says sharply, then brings his hand back on my waist, and walks me back to our place.

As soon as we are inside our apartment, he closes the door and pushes me against it softly, putting his weight on me, trapping me between him and the door. “Why did you go to him alone?” he asks, his breath heavy. “He asked for help,” I gulped, “It sounded genuine, so I went.” He was angry, and that scared me a little. “Didn’t I tell you to not talk to him alone? He always keeps making his cheap shots at you, and I. Don’t. Like. It,” his voice was so deep, it made me shiver. I nodded, too nervous to speak. “I think you need a lesson to remember not to do this again,” he says quietly, after a little while. “What?” I whisper. His eyes had turned darker. I get my answer, when I feel one of his hand travel from my waist, to my butt, pinching again, making me gasp, then on my thigh. His fingers, barely touched my skin there, making goosebumps rise. His hand went higher, to the waistband of my shorts, tugging at it. Letting it go, the sharp snap made me gasp again. My breath was coming out in short quick breaths now. His hand went higher, to the bun on top of my head, pulling at the band till it came off, letting my hair loose. His fingers carded through my hair, till he grabbed a bunch of it and tugged at it sharply, making me look up towards the roof, giving him a clear view of my neck. “Don’t move, or make a sound till I tell you. You understand?” he says, his breath feeling cool on my burning skin. I nod to the best of my ability. “Good girl,” he whispers, then I feel his lips on my neck, leaving gentle kisses. My breath felt heavy, and my stomach was full of butterflies. The hand that was not holding onto my hair, was on my waist, inside the hoodie, his fingers burning on my skin. The gentle trail of kisses ended on my collarbone, where he started sucking on it, then licking at the sore spot. I shivered harder. “Shh baby, don’t move,” he says. Letting go of my hair, he moves away from me, then grabbing hold of my hand, he starts walking towards the bedroom, pulling me after him.

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The things that happened inside the bedroom, will be in part 2.

Let me know how much you want the part 2 people. Show some love!!!!!!

[hollandcrush]

request: Heey, i wanna ask if you write some smut about dom!tom. :) Maybe they are at a party, the reader looks stunning and nobody can take the eyes of her, boys and girls. Tom gets jealous because he know that his girlfriend is too friendly and don't get it, when someone is to close to her. Maybe she is a bit bratty and wanna dominate Tom but thats not what he want. So a lots of dirty talk, choking, hair pulling. I am so excited what you write.

oh I like the way you think.. I got so frustrated bc my phone crashed and lost half the story... so sorry if the ending is shit. I’m actually fuming rn. It was going too well. anyways sorry for any mistakes and bad writing. hope you like it.

all eyes on you

word count: 1,108

warnings: jealous!tom, bratty!reader, dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink, slight praise, slight degradation/humiliation, dirty talk, choking, hair pulling, spanking, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, filling kink.

“Mate, you’re gonna break that bottle if you don’t relax.” Harrison laughed at his best friend Tom. He was not amused by his mates comment, sending him a grimace look. Harrison raised his hand in defeat before walking towards the dance floor, leaving Tom at the bar alone.

His eyes were locked on you, watching you talk to some “workmates” on the other side of the dance floor. It wasn’t the fact you were talking to others that pissed him off– no, it was the fact everyone in the damn club was eyeing you up. And you just loved it. All the attention, all on you in that fine dress that be bought.

Taking the last swig of his bottle, he slammed it on the bar top before striding over to you. His hand immediately snatched around your waist. “Hello.” He greeted everyone in the group before he placed a kiss on your neck. You could sense his aggravation. But it’s his own fault really, he was the one that suggested you should go out.

“Miss me babe?” You teased, grinding back against him. Everyone in the group could sense the growing tension. They all began to engage in conversation, trying to ignore the evolving situation. Tom smirked against your neck, teeth grazing their way up your neck till his hot breath was felt against your ear.

“Of course I missed you, had such a fun fucking time watching you be a show off for all these lovely people.” He whispered. That caused you to laugh, he always was so jealous.

“Awh my little boy sad I ignored him all night, craving my attention were you?” You purred as you turned around to face him. His jaw was clenched. Features were stiff.

“I think your forgetting who the fuck is in charge here, brat. We’re leaving now.”

With that you were being pulled out of the nightclub and to the nearest taxi. He basically threw you into the car, telling the driver the address. You were squished up against the door, Tom hand tight on your thigh. The anticipation grew, his hand placement making you grow wetter and wetter by the minute.

The driver had to turn on the air conditioning eventually, as your heavy breaths and heated skin caused the windows to fog up. Thankfully, the drive was only a fifteen minute one. Tom threw a fifty pound note to the man, thanking him for the journey home before exiting the car with you right in his grip.

Tom dug the keys out of his pockets, opening the front door. As soon as the door clicked, he pushed you against the wall, attacking your lips. You tried to fight for dominance, pushing his jacket off but he grabbed your hands, slamming them against the wall. His tongue explores your mouth, his knees parted your legs, letting his thigh tease you causing you to moan as he grinded it against your needy heat.

“Of course you want to my obidient girl now.” He mumbled. “Such a fucking brat.”

His lips travelled down to your neck, his teeth and lips worked to leave marks. You couldn’t help be turned on by the thought of being branded by him, he wanted everyone to know you were his.

Placing his hands under your thighs, you jumped allowing him to carry you to your bedroom. He dropped you onto the silk covers, growling as he watched your tits slip free from the dress. He let you stay there and watch as he stripped down, slowly, to his underwear.

The sight was jaw dropping and thigh clenching. Tom had been gaining muscle for his new role, his new physique could be mistaken for those of the Roman Gods. His abs were chiselled, pelvic bones defined, biceps bulging, veins popped all over his forearms.

Whimpering, you reached for him. You needed to feel him. “Awe does she finally want daddy? You gonna a good girl yeah? Gonna do what I tell you.”

Nodding eagerly. “Yes Daddy, I promise.”

He laughed before rubbing your thighs. “Imagine if your parents heard those words being uttered out of your mouth. I think they’d disown such a desperate slut.”

His hands continued upward, lifting your dress up and off your body. Tom bent down, kissing the newly exposed skin of your stomach, hang flung to grab one of your tits, squeezing the soft mounds. His fingers tweaked the sensitive buds.

Tonight, Tom wasn’t playing any games.

He flipped you over, arching your back as his hand pushed between your shoulder blades. The other, travelled up your side, before meeting the plush skin of your ass, giving it a harsh spank. You cried out. “Daddy, I promise I’ll be good!”

His hand fisted your hair, pulling your up so you’d be flush with his chest. “No, you are never good. You’ll always be a brat.” He growled, sending you hollering after another smack.

His let go of your hair, letting you crash forward into the mattress. Tom quickly pulled down your panties, exposing your burning heat to the cool air sending shivers through your body. His hand swiped between your folds, collecting your wetness. You heard a sucking sound. Tom was cleaning his fingers of your juices. “You are soaked. So ready to be fucked, I doubt I even need to stretch you out for me, do I?”

“No daddy, please fuck me!”

Not a second later and Tom was pushing past your tight entrance. He didn’t even give you time to adjust as his hips began to clap against your ass. One hand gripped your hair, giving him more leverage to fuck you harder. The tip of his cock hitting your spot, while his girth stretched you completely. You were at his mercy.

“I fuck you so good don’t I? You love it. When I’m rough with you. Fuck, the best girl.” He grunted as he continued his ruthless pace. The only things you could say were ‘yes’ or ‘daddy’. Your mind blank, full of pleasure. Your hands gripped the bed sheets, trying to grasp at the last bit of sanity you possessed.

“Awe my girl can’t even say a full sentence how pathetic. So fulfilled by Daddy’s cock, isn’t it.”

Moans and screams filled the room as he continued to fuck you senseless. His hand had let go of your hair, but to only focus on your ass. Smack after smack, you grew wetter and wetter. You loved the pain that came with the pleasure. You knew you couldn’t last any longer.

“Shit, you’re so wet. Don’t tell me your about to cum already.”

He pulled out causing your body to shake in frustration, you were so close to the edge. He turned you onto your back, facing him. His eyes were staring directly into yours, as he positioned himself at your begging entrance.

“All eyes are on you now, better put on a pretty show.”

He pushed past your tight walls, bottoming out. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer. He smiled at your eagerness. He resumed the assault, hips snapping against your skin. You were unable to control the noises that left you. The new angle complimented the curve of his cock, allowing it to hit your most pleasurable spot with ease.

“So tight. So snug. My perfect fucking girl. Fucking your so hard. Won’t be able to walk for a week. I bet I don’t even need to rub your clit for you to cum.” He grunted.

“No, you don’t daddy. Fuck.” You cried out, as you edged closer and closer to relase. Tom could sense that as you clenched around him, walls pulsating. Your hands grabbed his forearms leaving little crescent marks on his skin. He hissed in pain.

In retaliation, he brought one hand up to your throat, grasping it tightly. Not hard enough to choke you, but hard enough to restrict the air flow. You were completely at his mercy. He loved the power. His thrust became harder, deeper, more precise. It was all too much as you felt yourself slipping. You grabbed the arm that was stiff on your throat, needing to be grounded.

“Yeah darling. Cum on my cock like the good girl you are. I love when your juices cover my cock so I can watch you lick it clean after, tasting yourself. Fuck, your so hot. And. All. Mine.”

That pushed you to your cliamx, sending a wave around your body as you released the pent up pressure. The pleasure was overwhelming. You clutched his cock for dear life, making it nearly impossible to move against your velvety walls. Watching you come completely undone beneath him caused Tom to follow suit, filling you up with his load. His thrust slowed, but continued to fuck his cum deep within you. Marking you in his favourite place.

After both your highs settled, Tom pulled out, collapsing beside you. His lips placed a soft kiss on your temple and asked if you were okay- which you were, barely. He laughed at your post orgasm high state. Loving how cute you looked, all fucked out and wrecked.

“I’m sorry I did that darling, but you really teased me tonight. I needed to put you in your place. Teach my brat a little lesson.” He teased, rubbing your shoulder.

“I know, I know. I love it though.” You admitted making him scoff. He was never gonna win.

“Actually, I think your forgetting about the mess you need to clean up darling.” You giggled, getting up on your knees to attend to the situation.

“Maybe that will shut up the brat for a few minutes.”

[eternalstann]

Not What It Looks Like

Tom Holland x Reader

Smut!

Tom walks in on you and Harrison, but it’s not what he thinks...he’s still jealous though

“Harrison shhhh!” You shush your blonde friend, straddling his lap; crouched over him on the couch.

You had convinced him to let you wax his nostrils, but now he kept swatting your hands away every time you went to pull out the wax covered q-tips currently lodged in his face.

Tom was coming into the living room but paused when he heard your voice quietly shushing someone. He peaks over to your figure hunched over the person he now realized was Harrison.

What the hell? Tom’s stays silent, watching the scene unfold before him. From where he stood, it looked like Harrison was pushing your hair from your face and you were smiling down at him.

“C’mon Haz, it’s already in!” You whine and Tom nearly drops his phone from his hand. Were you two...??

“Fuck, Y/N, just leave it then” He hears his best friend reply and Tom feels light headed. His heart aches in his chest, Tom had fallen for you a long time ago. And you were with someone else...and Harrison at that.

You finally manage to pin one of Harrison’s arms with one hand and the other into the cushion of the couch with your elbow. You move quickly to rip out the little white sticks and the boy beneath you winces.

“Shit!” Harrison let’s out a strangled groan, you know it’s one of pain but to Tom...

Tom knows he should walk away, but he just can’t bring himself too. And before he can even think he’s opening up his big mouth.

“What’s all this?” His voice echoes through the room, and your head shoots up at the sound of your best friend in the room.

“Hey Tom!” You answer cheerfully, looking at him with bright eyes and messy hair. How could you just ‘hey tom’ him at a time like this?

“Want me to do you too?” You ask and Toms eyes go wide, “What?!” He exclaims. There’s no way this was happening.

“You want me to wax your nose too?” You ask again and Tom feels like a total div. The brunette scratches his head sheepishly. Harrison then sits up on the couch, eyes watery and nose red. Of course the two of you weren’t having sex, he mentally facepalms.

“Yeah sure Y/N, you can wax my nose” he says, voice smaller now. Harrison stares at Tom for a moment before realizing what he had thought was going on.

“Oh, mate!” Harrison starts with a chuckle and Tom quickly shushes him.

“Shut the fuck up Haz..” Tom mumbles and you just look at both of them lost to what was going on.

“Boys are weird, you guys wanna watch a movie?”

“You guys go ahead, I think you’ve got some things to sort out. I’m gonna shower.” Harrison yawns, heading upstairs.

You wriggle your eyebrows at Tom, waving him over.

“What do we have to talk about hmmmm?” You quirk an eyebrow at him and he shakes his head.

“I have no idea what he’s talking about..”

You roll your eyes, “Tom let’s skip the bullshit. We do this every time. You pretend nothings up, I bug you. You crack and tell me everything. So just tell me what’s going on and save us both some time”

You listen to Tom huff and puff while you browse through Netflix. You try to hide a smile when he clears his throat.

“I thought...I thought you and Harrison were having sex in here” he admits and your head whips around to face him.

“Excuse me?!” You laugh, and Tom shoves you.

“See I shouldn’t have told you” he grumbles and you try to stifle your laughs. “I’m sorry, but me and Harrison? Tom you’ve lost your mind”

“That’s what love does to you” he shrugs and you grin. “Love?”

Tom turns to face you, “Why would I care if you and Harrison fucked if I didn’t love- or at least like you?” He asks and your eyes are wide at his words.

“Tom holy shit...” you whisper. “I’ve always thought you were handsome, and funny. And talented and kind...damn maybe I like you too” you giggle.

“Maybe?” He pretends to be offended, and you smile. “I’m just being honest Tommy. I’ve never thought about it” you hum.

“Well think about it.” He shoves you again, hard enough that you fall back on the couch. “Okay, okay. I like you...and I like your face” you tell him and he crawls over you.

“Keep going...” he encourages you, pulling his shirt over his head.

“I like your shoulders, and your chest. Those abs....” you trail a finger down to the waistline of his pants. “Never seen what’s hidden here, but I’m pretty sure I’d like that too” you say, cupping him through the material separating the two of you.

“You wanna know why I like you?” He’s pulling your top off now.

“I mean I would, but I really wanna use our mouths for something other than talking right now” you answer and he groans, pressing his lips to yours.

His lips move to your neck, kissing the sensitive skin. His hands work at your bottoms, and then his own. Multitasking at its finest.

His hands tickle the inside of your thighs, pushing them apart. You gasp when a finger runs between your folds, and Tom hums at how wet you are.

“That for me or Harrison?” he whispers next your ear, biting on the lobe and curling a finger into you.

Your back arches, and your eyebrows furrow.

“It’s all for you Tom!” You answer breathlessly.

“Fuck, I need to get inside you” he shakes his head, positioning himself.

You grab onto his shoulders and brace yourself, but still you’re caught off guard by the fullness you feel when he slides into you.

“Tom...” you cry out, and he’s biting his lip with each thrust. You dig your nails into his back, legs wrapping around his waist. You just wanted him as close as possible, the weight of him on top of you only adding to the sensations.

You feel that tug low in your stomach, and you let yourself succumb to the feeling. The noises Tom made only pushing you closer to the edge.

“Tom don’t stop, I’m so close” you beg, hips coming up to meet his. He grunts, lifting your leg up for a better angle. His dick rams into you, and you squeal as you cum.

Tom squeezes your thigh and buries himself inside of you as he reaches his high.

Tom sits up, collapsing into the couch and you both just grin at one another.

“You think Harrison could fuck you like that?”

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Y’all this is so corny I just wanted to post before the weekend was over. I hope y’all enjoy this and are all healthy and happy. Love you guys ❤️❤️❤️

[marvelsunderoos]

Nice To Meet Ya - Tom Holland

AN: There is no COVID-19 going on in this particular story, because we wouldn’t have a concert to attend in the first place. That being said, I hope you enjoy it!

Summary: Tom bought you Niall Horan tickets for your birthday, but when the day came he wished he hadn’t. A little jealous!tom for you.

Warning: none?

Word count: 1K

You were still a secret One Direction fangirl, and Tom loved to tease you about it. Not only that, but he also loved it when you would think he wouldn’t be home for a while, and he would come back home to you, dancing and singing at the top of your lungs to any One Direction song that happened to be playing. Tom loved you so much, he would bring the band back together if he could. Unfortunately, he couldn’t, so he decided to settle for the next best thing. It was almost your birthday and it just so happened that Niall Horan would be doing a concert in London just three days after your birthday. He had used his connections to get you both into the Golden Circle and a meet & greet.

Tom had loved the way your face lit up when he showed you the tickets and you were even more excited when the day came. You had practically dragged him out of bed early in the morning to make sure you wouldn’t be late. Tom wasn’t complaining though, since you had dragged him into the shower with you.

“Hello London! Welcome to the Nice To Meet Ya tour!”

Niall’s show was amazing, and you didn’t think your 15-year old self would believe you if you said that Niall Horan sang ‘This Town’ to you. Tom’s grip on your hand had tightened a little as he saw his girl only having eyes for the singer in front of her. You started screaming along with the other fans when Niall started singing ‘Fool’s Gold’ – a song originally by One Direction. “He’s amazing isn’t he!” You said to Tom, beaming up at Niall on stage. Tom only nodded. The concert ended after ‘Everywhere’ and Tom and you made your way backstage.

“Tom!” Niall said as you and Tom approached. “Niall.” Tom said, shaking Niall’s hand.

“And this beautiful lady must be y/n.” Niall said, pulling you in for a hug and leaving a kiss on your check. You could feel your cheeks heating up as he talked to you, which did not go unnoticed by Tom. On instinct, he wrapped his arm around your waist, bringing you a little closer to him. You glanced up at him and saw that his jaw was a bit clenched as he watched your conversation with Niall.

“How did you like the show?” Niall asked you.

“Oh, it was amazing!” You gushed, talking on and on about the songs on his new album and how amazing they sounded live. “You are so talented.”

“Thanks, love.” Niall grinned. You blushed once more.

“We should get going.” Tom said as he looked at his watch. You agreed, though you doubted that he was sad to be leaving.

“Thanks for coming! We should play golf sometime Tom. Come along too, y/n.” Niall added with a little wink. You nodded as you gave him one last hug and praising him on the amazing show. Tom shook Niall’s hand and turned around, walking to the car rather quickly. You had to take three steps for every step he took, so naturally you couldn’t keep up.

“Tom, wait!” You called out. He didn’t stop walking but did slow down slightly so you were caught up by the time he was in the car. He was sitting behind the wheel with his gaze fixed forward, waiting for you to get in the car. When you got in, you looked at his face and saw his jaw still clenched.

“Baby.” You chuckled. You moved forward slightly to pepper his jaw with kisses and noticed him visibly relax under your touch. “What’s going on?” You asked, as if you didn’t know.

“Nothing.” Tom said, turning the keys and starting the ignition.

“Is someone a little jealous?” You asked cheekily.

“No.”

“Hmm.” You hummed. The rest of the car ride was silent, so you took out your phone and saw that Niall Horan had just posted a new photo on his Instagram. “Amazing show and amazing crowd!” his caption read.

“Niall just posted saying we were an amazing crowd.” You told Tom, and you saw his knuckles whiten a little when he gripped the steering wheel a little tighter. He turned into your driveway and turned off the car. He looked at you for the first time since you were in the car.

“You’re doing this on purpose aren’t you?” He asked you with an expecting look on his face.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said smiling as you exited the car and made your way to the front door. Tom was quick to follow you and as soon as you were inside, he had pushed you against the wall and kissed your lips roughly.

“Fine, I was jealous okay?” He breathed, leaving open mouthed kisses along your jawline as he made his way to your neck. “How could I not be? You looked so pretty, and you laughed at all his jokes and you even told me how amazing he was.”

“Baby.” You said as you cupped his jaw to make sure he looked into your eyes. “I’m in love with you, I’ll always be in love with you. Sure, I laughed at his jokes, but I promise you that I laugh at all your jokes too. Even the corny, very bad ones.” You laughed as Tom’s face broke into a smile. “And don’t forget I think you’re amazing too. I am so proud of you, every day. What do I have to do to make you believe that?”

“Well, I mean...” He said cheekily at your last words.

You rolled your eyes and laughed. “You’re such a guy.” But you let him lead you to your bedroom, nevertheless.

“I’m in love with you, too.” He breathed before you fell down on the bed and captured your lips with his.

[hollandarling]

hey so you know that gif you posted about making tom mad?? could you write a lil blurb about that where you’re either trying to make him jealous on purpose or it just happens accidentally??

being a brat and getting THIS look??? oof you said LITTTLE bUt I couldnt stop alskdkdj I love this concept with my whole chest and did BOTH accidental and purposely so you’re in for a ride

((obv warnings for jealousy plus some sexual themes and swearing as per usual))

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“Harder! Faster! Give me all you got! Don’t go easy on me!”

Tom catches himself almost running around the corner of the gym’s wall at the man’s words—sneakers squeaking and all—coming to find you…boxing?

“Come on, push!”

You’re shifting your weight from one foot to the other, throwing sharp, loud hitting punches to a guy he’d never seen before, who, if you were asking his opinion, was far too into it.

You were glistening with sweat, in only a sports bra and a pair of spandex that Tom has never minded until this exact moment in time as he watches your “assets” bounce near some other dude’s face.

His jaw clenches. “Y/N,” he calls, voice anything but sweet, as he tries to grab your attention.

Your head whips around towards his direction, a big smile spreading across your face at the sight of your boyfriend and completely losing focus from your workout.

A pair of strong arms wrap around your body, forcibly pulling you flesh against them and into a headlock.

“See, this is what can happen when you let your guard down!” Your trainer teases, lightheartedly, but you know he’s got a point.

“Alright, alright. I tap out,” you half-choke while smacking his arm in three short bursts, getting released at the motion and feeling your lungs expand fully again.

You’re laughing, thanking your coach for a “wonderful” session, a descriptor that was not missed by Tom as he stood there with his blood boiling while you hand off your gloves—trying not to cause a scene in front of Mr. “Don’t let your guard down” after he blatantly pressed an arm into your chest and had your ass pressed against an area that he’d be lucky to keep after today.

You jog over to Tom, water bottle now in hand and you crash into him with a tight hug, on a high from the workout and wanting to hug his pouty face out of him.

You give him a quick peck on the lips, smiling big. “I’m so sorry, thanks for picking me up! I didn’t mean to keep you waiting, I wasn’t paying attention to the time—”

“—Clearly—”

“—I’ve just got to get my bag in the locker room and I can meet you out front, yeah?”

“No! I mean, no I can come with you, its no big deal.” He cringes, coming off all kinds of strong and miserably failing at acting casual about the situation.

“Alright…” You give him a quizzical look but don’t say anything else on the matter as you lead him to the co-ed locker room, rambling about the PR you hit today.

It’s not that Tom wasn’t proud of you, he was, he just couldn’t get that guy out of his mind and he’s interrupting you before he even realizes he’s speaking.

“So you got a new personal trainer, huh?” He glances around the deserted room, making sure no one else was around to hear.

“Oh yeah, his name’s Adam!” You chirp back, too pre-occupied with inputting the correct combo for your locker to notice his less than pleased expression.

“Huh. Adam.”

Now that got your attention. The typical short responses he saves for the occasions when he’s trying to be careful about what he says.

“Oh my god, this is what’s got you so worked up?” You roll your eyes over your shoulder at him and proceed to pull your belongings out of their safe space.

“He was all over you!” he defends, knowing he has a damn justifiable reason for being upset.

“No, he wasn’t! He’s a professional, Tom,” you argue. You know a creep when you see one and Adam was not that.

“Oh please, that was not professional!”

You turn to face him, eyes narrowing. “Do you not trust me?”

“Of course I trust you,” he assures. “But he was ogling you, I watched the whole thing! and you—you’re just—”

“I’m what, Tom? I’m half dressed, so what else are people going to look at?”

“NO—that’s not what I’m—”

“Then what? Is it bothering you that I was getting all hot and sweaty with him?”

Intended as being sarcastic, you quickly realize it was not taken that way as you watch him tightly cross his arms across his chest…you’ve struck a nerve. Tom is seething, biting into the inside of his cheek and doing everything he can to compose himself when you’re putting a mental image in his head like that.

You press, gaining a smirk as you speak. “Is it bothering you that he was holding me so close to him while I could hear him panting in my ear?”

Alright, bitch move, you’ll admit it. But watching his jaw shift forward as he steps closer to you lights a fire inside you that you can’t help but continue to feed.

Before you can even blink again, Tom is picking you up by your thighs and slamming you against the lockers with a loud clatter of metal shaking. Your gasp is swallowed by his mouth engulfing yours in the roughest kiss you’ve ever shared. You squeeze your legs tighter around his waist, fingers threading through his hair as he moves to nip at your neck. You yelp at the contact of his teeth, feeling a rush of adrenaline working its way through your body making each touch even hotter.

“Tom,” you breathe, only half convinced that you should even be saying anything in case this all comes to a screeching halt. “I’ve got to tell you—”

“Then you better fucking tell me now,” Tom growls, rattling you to your core and god does it feel good but your guilty conscious is a bitch.

“Adam—”

He stops, coming up for air, nose against yours and his black eyes remaining in extremely close proximity to your own. “You’re going to talk about him right now?” He was raging.

“No, no, you don’t understand.” Your chest is heaving, and you can barely get the words out. “He’s…not into girls. Like…at all.”

His eyes widen, growing softer. “You mean—”

“Not at all.” You feel his entire being light up and suddenly your back has left the lockers and he’s spinning you around with your legs latched tightly onto his hips.

He kisses you again, but this time, its an overwhelming amount of love and passion that’s fueling the kiss.

You can’t help but melt a little as the butterflies erupt from your stomach. God you love your jealous boy.

Tom breaks away reluctantly, and puts you back down on your own two feet. He reaches behind you and grabs your duffel bag off of the bench before leaning in close to your ear.

“I hope you know that we’re finishing this at home.” His voice low and raspy, sending shivers down your spine. Stated as a fact and not a question and shiiit were you into that.

He turns on his heel without another word and you can’t help but follow him out, giddy like a child and skipping along to catch up to him knowing you were going to get it good tonight.

[nothingbutimagines]

Stay (Tom Holland/Cole Sprouse)

Pairing: Roommate!Tom Holland x Reader x Cole Sprouse

Warning: Cursing

Summary: Y/n is in love with her roommate, Tom. Tom, well, he’s not sure what he feels about Y/n until she starts to see the new barista at their favorite coffee shop, Cole. 

Author: Dizzy

A/N: hey y’all! happy holidays!!! i am back, so sorry, junior year of college is killing me. but i am back from the dead and at it again. An anon requested a Tom and Cole fic, so here you go anon!! I also listened to “Stay” by Mallrat on repeat when I wrote this.

Masterlist Request Any Of These Peter Parker/Tom Holland Masterlist

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“Y/n,” Tom reached his hand out and placed it on yours, shaking it lightly, “what are you staring at?”

He followed your gaze to the young barista behind the counter before making eye contact with you as you turned to him, clearing your throat softly as a blush crept up your cheeks.

“N-nothing.” You stuttered out. “I’m not looking at anything.” 

Tom rolled his eyes. “I know you’re lying.”

You gasped. “I am not!”

Tom squeezed your hand and took it off of yours before raising both his hands in the air. “Okay, I believe you.”

You scrunched your face up as you looked at him, shaking your head. “I don’t think you do.” 

Tom chuckled. “You’re right, I don’t. I’m going to head back upstairs to the apartment to take a shower.”

“Okay,” You smiled as he rose from his chair. “I’ll be up in a little bit. Finish my coffee down here.”

Tom smiled back before pushing in his chair, making his way towards the door as you also rose from your seat and made your way to the counter of the coffee shop. 

He watched from the window as he fixed his jacket outside as you began to speak to the new barista, feeling a slight pang in his chest before making his way to the outer metal stairs and made his way up them to the apartment. He shoved his keys into the door and opened it, shaking off his jacket and closing the door, leaving it unlocked as he began to think to himself.

“Tom,” your voice was soft as you said his name, placing your hand on his arm, “can I talk to you about something?”

“Yeah, of course.” Tom replied, setting his phone down on the armrest of the couch as he turned to look at you. “What do you want to talk about?”

“I have a confession to make.” You pulled your lip between your teeth.

The silence began to grow as he could see the blush begin to rise to your cheeks, red hot down your face and neck as he heard you sputter and choke on your words like you always did when you were about to cry or tell him something that would hurt him.

“I don’t want this to change things for us if it doesn’t have to, but I think I- I don’t know, I think I might have feelings for you.” You said, a tear running down your cheek. 

“Y/n-”

“I don’t want to lose you, Tom. I just can’t help but be head over heels for you and I just want you to know.”

“Y/n, I’m so sorry. I don’t know if feel the same.” 

Tom sighed as the hot water ran down his body and relaxed his muscles as he couldn’t get the image of you talking to that new barista out of his head. The way you stared at him, the way you smiled when you walked over, the way you were so animated when speaking to him. 

Why was he so focused on you all of the sudden?

There was a sharp knock at the door as he leaned against the shower wall and sighed to himself.

“Tom?” It was you on the other side. 

“I’m in the shower, but you can come in.” 

He listened closely to the sound of you opening the door fully, knowing you never could hear him through the sounds of the shower and closed door, so you always cracked it, only sticking you head in. He could hear you sigh as you shut the toilet and took a seat on the lid. 

“I have a date.” You stated so matter-of-fact. 

“Yeah?” Tom asked, lifting his head up off his arm as he listened for your response. 

“Yeah. With that new barista. His name is Cole. We have a date tonight, so I won’t be able to do movie night with you. I’m sorry.” 

Tom could feel a hint of jealousy before he shoved it down with a swallow of a knot in his throat. 

“That’s-that’s okay, love. I understand.” 

You slipped your hand past the shower curtain and in his face, wiggling your fingers at him. 

“I kissed my hand cause I can’t kiss your cheek thank you, so kiss my hand back.” You giggled. 

Tom chuckled at the gesture. “I don’t know if I can.”

“Oh, come on, play along with me.” 

“Okay.” He said softly, taking your hand and kissing the back of it. 

You wiggled your hand out of his and wiped the wet hand on the towel in the bathroom before getting up off the toilet. 

“Cole’s coming up to get me at 6 and it’s already noon now and I still have to go grocery shopping, so I’m going to head out. I just thought I’d come up and tell you the good news before I left. Love you, Tom.” 

“I love you too, Y/n.” He replied. 

You paused at the door as you heard the way he said it. The “I” was clearly preceding the “love you too” which Tom never done before. 

Tom was aware of it too as he heard you pause and he felt his chest tighten as he heartbeat quicken. 

You shook your head and laughed lightly to yourself before exiting the bathroom and out the apartment, leaving Tom alone with his thoughts. 

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You laughed as you entered the house, kissing Cole goodnight quickly as you went to close the door. 

“Can’t I come in?” Cole asked as he peered into the house, seeing Tom sleeping on the couch. 

You looked over your shoulder to see Tom sleeping peacefully, the tv still on and his face relaxed as he faced you. You knew he had fallen asleep waiting for you, and you couldn’t help but feel your heart shrink in sadness as you looked at him. 

“I don’t think so. Tom’s home and he’s trying to sleep. He’s probably had a long day. Maybe another time. I had a good time tonight, thank you, Cole.” 

“It was the best first date I’ve been on by far. Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow?” He asked, raising a brow. 

You smiled. “Definitely.” 

You closed the door quietly as you heard the sound of Tom shifting on the couch before he spoke out to you. 

“You home already?” He asked, checking his watch to see that it was only 9 o’clock. 

“Yeah.” You said, locking the door and turning around to face him. “We just went to dinner and came back here. I just wanted to get home.”

“Was it not a good date?” 

“No, it was nice, I just was tired and felt bad for skipping out on movie night.” You explained, stepping towards him and lifting his head up softly, sliding beneath it, and letting it fall in your lap. “I hope you didn’t watch anything good without me.”

Tom shook his head as he sighed, looking up at you as you began to play with his hair. “I just watched a bad Nick Cage movie. Nothing special. I missed you, though.” He winced as he claimed to miss you. “I mean, I missed having you here to make fun of the movie with me.”

You could feel yourself shrinking as he claimed to not have missed you. You couldn’t help it, you still had feelings for Tom, but you needed to move on. You couldn’t wait for him when he never did give you a straightforward answer about whether or not he liked you. 

“Yeah,” you replied, the pain evident in your voice, “I love doing that with you. But, my date was fun and I’m going to lunch with Cole again tomorrow. He was lovely.” 

You slipped out from under Tom and stood up. “I need to get to bed soon if I want to get a good night’s sleep. I have some schoolwork to finish up anyway. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Tom watched as you quickly walked away and disappeared behind your door before he could say goodnight back. He rose from the couch, blanket wrapped around him as he leaned against your door, debating to knock before he heard your faint crying behind the door. 

He could feel the knot he had been feeling in his throat since you got home tighten as he listened. He could feel it choking him as tears stung his own eyes. 

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You didn’t know what had gotten into Tom since your first date with Cole, but as you smiled at the other man, you started to forget why you were so worried in the first place, it wasn’t as if Tom needed you to worry about him. 

Tom had been sleeping in most days, or sleeping on the couch while waiting around for you and as you felt yourself falling for Cole more and more, you started to forget your feelings for Tom. 

It felt as though it was a distant dream, or perhaps, felt as if you never had those feelings at all. 

Tom leaned against the shower wall, just as he had done when you first told him of your date with Cole, feeling sorry for himself and feeling as though he made a mistake in not telling you how he felt when you came home that day. 

He felt pathetic, knowing he’d been so sorry for himself while you were on your fifth date with Cole. He felt pathetic for missing you more now that it looked like you were in love with someone who wasn’t him. 

A sharp knock at the bathroom door pulled him from his focus on his feelings as he lifted his head up off his arm. 

“You can come in, Y/n, I’m just in the shower.” He called out.

He waited to hear the toilet be shut and the sound of you trying to find a comfortable way to sit, but it never happened. 

Shutting off the water, reached out of the shower for a towel and quickly dried himself off before wrapping the towel around his waist and opening the door. 

He was met with the empty hallway and silent air in the apartment. He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself as he shook his head before thinking of how you always told him that there were ghosts in the apartment, how you always heard weird noises when you were alone. 

He could feel himself miss you even more as he choked on his emotions, on his tears before he heard the sound of a lock and key turn and he quickly got back into the bathroom and closed the door, rushing to get his clothes on. 

“Tom?” You called out as you walked down the hallway. “Are you home?”

“I’m just getting dressed. You can come in.”

You opened the door and poked your head in and smiled at Tom. “Hey.” 

“Hey.” Tom gave you a weak smile.

“You okay?” You asked, opening the door fully and walking in.

“I have a confession to make.” 

You nodded and closed the toilet before shimmying on the lid, making yourself comfortable. 

“What’s going on T-”

“I think I have feelings for you.” Tom cut you off, tears prickling his eyes. “I don’t want this to change things between us, but I can’t help it. I have feelings for you.”

“Tom,” You sighed, shaking your head, “I am so so sorry, but I don’t know how I feel towards you. I’m seeing Cole and I think I’m going to stay with him.”