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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."

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idk if you're taking requests but I would die to have a tom x bi!fem!reader I guess I never read one. like something with her ex girlfriend calling and him getting jealous. treating this as a normal thing CAUSE IT SHOULD BE A NORMAL THING. sorry my bi-self its kinda angry today lol. BTW you're writing its just... omg so good, you're freaking talented girl!

you had me at bi!reader lol also yes i named the ex after jade from victorious don’t @ me  

i’m also tempted to make a nsfw version of this but...

warnings: swearing, drug mention

You sighed when the music you had been playing in Tom’s car cut off suddenly and reached up to reject the incoming call, but froze when you saw “j (don’t answer!!!)” pop up as the Caller ID. Your thumb hovered over the End Call button, hesitating for a second too long before finally tapping it and swiping away the notification. You held your breath as the music came back on, hoping your boyfriend hadn’t noticed your reaction. But he knew you better than you knew yourself and picked up on your nerves instantly. 

“Who was that?”

You cursed under your breath and sunk further into your seat. “Oh, uh, just... Jade.”

A spark of recognition lit up behind his warm, brown eyes and he pursed his lips. “Jade? Your ex-girlfriend?”

“That’s the one,” you confirmed, nodding. 

“Why is she calling you?”

You shrugged and tried to play it off. “I don’t know.”

To be fair, you didn’t know why she was calling, but you knew it had to be important if she was reaching out at all. Your relationship hadn’t ended on the best of terms all those months ago, and there was still the dull ache of what was associated with her name. You didn’t want to talk to her. And you really didn’t want Tom to watch you talk to her.

“Should you... call her back?” he asked.

“No,” you answered a little too quickly, averting your eyes from your boyfriend’s gaze. “It’s fine.”

“Are you sure?”

You were about to reply when the Incoming Call notification popped up on the Audi’s touchscreen display again. You muttered fuck under your breath and pressed the answer button against your better judgment, worried that she might be in some sort of trouble.

“Hello?”

“Hey, y/n,” her voice echoed through the speakers softly and you had to force yourself to take a breath before responding so your voice wouldn’t shake.

“Uh, Jade. Um, is everything okay?”

You glanced over at Tom who was focused on the road. He appeared to be as calm and composed as ever, but his grip on the steering wheel gave his true feelings away. His knuckles were turning white around the dark leather and the seams were pressing into his skin. You reached out and put a hand on his thigh in an attempt to calm both his and your own nerves. 

“Yeah, everything’s fine,” Jade said after a moment, clearing her throat awkwardly. “Actually, no it’s not.”

“Oh, what’s up?”

“Do you remember our shitty landlord back at Monty’s?” she asked.

“How could I forget?” you laughed bitterly, even though it was all you wanted to do. “That asshole tried to make us pay double rent like six different times, claiming we hadn’t already paid it.”

“He was also homophobic as hell,” Jade added. 

“And creepy.”

Jade laughed and those old, fluttery feelings in the pit of your stomach threatened to surface again. It was the effect she always had on you and apparently still did, at least in some capacity. Guilt began to set in when you felt yourself smile listening to her laugh and you retracted your hand from Tom’s leg. 

“But why do you ask?”

“Oh, right. He’s being a dick about the faucet in our- my bathroom. It’s leaking and he won’t fix it because he says it’s my fault that it’s broken in the first place.”

You hadn’t realized Jade still lived in that old apartment you used to share. Maybe you should have guessed, since you had been the one to move out when things ended, but it had been so long ago that you had just assumed she was living somewhere else now. You wondered if she had taken other people home there, if there was someone different sleeping in your spot on the bed every night, cooking for her like you used to-

“Anyway,” she went on, snapping you out of it, “it’s bullshit. It’s leaking because it’s old, not because I did anything to it. But he always listened to you because you were better at sweet-talking him. I’m... too bitchy, I guess. I know it’s a lot to ask after everything that happened between us, but I was wondering if you could maybe... give him a call? And ask him to fix it?”

Tom looked over at you with eyebrows raised expectantly, him and Jade both waiting for your answer. 

“Yeah, I can give him a call,” you sighed reluctantly. “But if he says no, I’m not asking again.”

“Oh my god thank you, y/n,” she gushed. “You’re the best! I-I wouldn’t have called, but the leak has already damaged part of the floor and he’s dodging me-”

“You don’t have to explain it all. I’ll call him, okay?”

“Okay, okay. Thank you so much. You’re a fucking lifesaver.” 

“Don’t mention it,” you said, “I’ll uh, I’ll text you to let you know what he says.”

“Sounds good!” she chirped. “Hey, if everything goes well you should let me smoke you out as a thank you.”

“Oh,” you paused, glancing back at Tom who wasn’t even hiding his scowl now. “You don’t have to do that.”

“Well the offer’s open if you ever want to take me up on it. Ya know, for old time’s sake.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you promised.

“Okay,” she said with a sigh, “I’ll let you go now... it was nice hearing from you again.”

“Yeah, likewise,” you lied through gritted teeth and hung up, finally feeling like you could exhale.

Your music started playing automatically again once the call had ended, but Tom turned it down immediately, clearly distracted.

Your head was still reeling from the conversation you’d just had and you would need three to five business days to process it, but you knew you had to say something to Tom. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but his jaw was clenched like it was when he was upset so you knew it couldn’t be good. 

“I’m... sorry if that was weird for you,” you tried. “I know it was weird for me.”

Tom turned his head toward in surprise, as if he hadn’t been expecting you to say anything, and his eyes softened immediately. “Are you okay, love?” 

“Yeah,” you said and nodded like you were trying to convince yourself too, “I think so.” 

“You sure?”

You nodded again, then asked him the same. “Are you okay?”

He took a deep breath. “I’m trying to be.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, my girlfriend’s ex just called her out of the blue and basically asked to hook up with her right in front of me, so I’ve been better.”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes at your boyfriend’s jealousy and settled for crossing your arms over your chest instead. “Tom, she did not ask to hook up with me. Were we listening to the same conversation?”

“It wasn’t that hard to read between the lines, y/n. ‘You should let me smoke you out as a thank you’, like that wasn’t just straight-up flirting. She was obviously using the god damn faucet as an excuse just to talk to you again.” 

“I-” 

He wasn’t wrong, and evidently you both knew that. The faucet might have been a legitimate issue, but it was an awfully convenient one too. You brought your thumb to your mouth and started chewing on your nail anxiously, not even realizing you were doing so until Tom gently pulled your hand away. 

“Sorry,” you murmured. 

“No, darling, don’t apologize,” he insisted. “I know it was probably difficult to hear from her after so long, and I, I’m not making it any fucking easier. I just got in my head about things... because your relationship with her was so serious and it lasted for like two years and you lived together and we’ve only been dating for a few months-"

You sighed and leaned over the center console to rest your head on his shoulder. “All of that may be true, but you know I would never go back to her, right?”

He paused for a moment before finally nodding. “I do.”

“She’s my past. You’re my future.”

Tom smiled and leaned down to kiss you on the forehead. “And you’re mine. For as long as you want to be.”

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holland & co most to least

degradation kink*

public sex*

getting married impulsively

sex multiple times a day*

bondage*

pierced nipples*

being an ass man*

late to a party*

choking/spitting/spanking kinks*

staying in

make the first move

starting a family

being protective

catching feelings first

being a hopeless romantic

dating younger

dating an ambivert

dating an introvert

dating an extrovert/strong-willed person

going to an f1 race

have a threesome*

dating a paleontologist/marine biologist

read your favorite book

taking pictures while having sex*

creampies*

phone sex*

dating an alt girl

jealous sex*

dating a journalist

surviving a zombie apocalypse

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hiii, congrats on 3k!! Can you do a smut one shot with prompts 19 and 28 with Tom x osterfield!reader? 👀 Thank you!!

nsfw under the cut!!

“Do you need me to finger you first?”

“If you keep making those sounds I’m not going to be able to stop myself.” 

-

“This is my room,” Tom, you thought his name was, said as he leaned against the door and pushed it open with the back of his foot. 

You didn’t bother to look around the place before kicking off your shoes and turning your attention back to him. Fraternity bedrooms were all the same in your experience anyway, and never very... appealing.

Tom pulled you close to him by the waist and kissed you desperately. You tangled a hand through his curls and tugged when you felt his hand squeeze your ass. 

“Fuck,” he sighed as he came up for air. 

“You like that?” you asked, pulling at his hair again.

He clenched his jaw, holding back a moan, and cocked his head to the side with a scowl. 

“Not so fast, darling,” he said and pushed you back onto one of the twin beds with a smirk. 

You propped yourself up on your elbows and watched him shrug his jacket off and toss it to the floor.  

“What’s your name again?” he asked, pushing your legs apart.

“Does it matter?”

He shrugged. “Only if you want me to know what to call you when I’m inside you.”

You shivered, earning another smirk from Tom. 

“Well?” He quirked an eyebrow.

“It’s y/n.”

“Right, sorry.”

“Sure you are.”

He chuckled, put his hands on your thighs, and pushed your skirt up around your hips. His fingers danced about the waistband of your thong, teasing you. You whined impatiently and tried to wrap your legs around his waist in an attempt to get him to touch you, but he didn’t budge, intent on keeping you waiting.

“If you keep making those sounds I’m not going to be able to stop myself,” Tom mused.

“Is that supposed to be a warning or an encouragement?” 

He didn’t answer, instead he started unbuttoning his shirt, looking down at you with a glint in his eye. “Do you need me to finger you first?”

You rolled your eyes. “How romantic.”

He smiled sweetly. “Sorry, do you want me to finger you first?”

You shook your head, prompting Tom to produce a condom from the pocket of his jeans before unzipping them. He tossed the condom next to you on the bed and shimmied out of his pants so that he was in just his boxers. You ripped the foil package open with your teeth, a skill you’d perfected over the years, and watched as he chucked the jeans in the direction of the hamper and missed. 

“Fucking hell,” he groaned.

“Nice shot.”

“No, no, no that doesn’t count,” he insisted. “Here, give me your shirt, I'll go again.”

“Weird strategy to get my clothes off, but okay.” You pulled your t-shirt off over your head and handed it to him in a ball.

“If I get this you owe me.”

“Owe you what?”

“I’m sure I’ll think of something,” he said with a wink and flung the shirt into the hamper successfully this time.

You opened your mouth to reluctantly congratulate him, but something familiar in the corner of the room caught your eye and made you frown. It was a picture of you on the wall above the other bed. Well it wasn’t just you, it was a photo of your entire family from a vacation a while back, but it was still fucking bizzare. You thought you might have just been seeing things until you noticed the other pictures and posters hanging up around the room and started putting two and two together.

“Whose room is this?” you asked.

“It’s my room...” Tom answered in confusion. He looked you up and down in concern, likely wondering if you had hit your head sometime during the night.

“You and who else’s?”

“My friend Harrison and I share it, Why-”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Fuck me.” 

“I was about to?” 

“I’m sorry, but I have to go,” you said and stood from the bed. 

“Why? Do you know Haz or something?”

“He’s my brother,” you hissed, squeezing your eyes shut. 

“Your brother? Shit,” Tom cursed and ran a hand through his hair.

“Yeah, my sentiment exactly.”

“You’re Osterfield’s sister?” he asked in disbelief.

“Unfortunately,” you sighed.

“Shit, well you can’t be here,” he said decidedly and tossed you one of his shirts from the floor, not even bothering to go get yours from the laundry basket. 

You put it on hastily and checked your makeup in the dirty mirror leaning against the wall. Your eyeliner was a bit smudged and your lipgloss was completely gone, but other than that it was nothing too major. Nothing that anyone would notice. You hoped.

You turned back towards Tom who was also getting dressed and looked at him longingly. 

“I don’t want this to be over,” you admitted. 

“Me either,” he agreed.

“Wanna take this to my place?”

He grinned. “It’s like you read my fucking mind, love.”

“C’mon then.”

Tom grabbed your shoes from the floor in one hand and wrapped his other arm around your waist casually. 

“Ready to get out of here?”

You hadn’t heard the door open and hadn’t even realized someone was standing behind it until you heard them clear their throat. You and Tom whipped around to see Harrison leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest, jaw tight. 

“Mind getting your fucking hands off my sister, mate?”

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3k wow!! That’s amazing good job! If you can would love to read Tom and y/n stargazing with prompts 55 and 61 from the fourth list

“Can you just hold me?”

“You’ve never kissed me like that before”

-

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many stars at once,” you said as you leaned back on the picnic blanket beneath you.

It was soft and well worn, with little yellow flowers sewn into the fabric. Tom told you his nan had made it by hand a couple decades ago just after he was born. You were hesitant to sit on it. You thought something that precious, that delicate shouldn’t even leave the house, let alone sit on wet grass in a random field somewhere. 

“I thought you’d like it,” Tom mused with a soft smile. His gaze was transfixed on you rather than the sky, but you weren’t paying attention.

The sky looked like a painting, speckled with the cosmos. Like each cluster of wispy clouds was a deliberate brushstroke on the canvas. 

It was like nothing you’d ever seen before, like you were getting a glimpse of the heavens.

“I love it.” You turned back towards Tom and met his eyes unexpectedly. God, they were pretty. And so warm, warmer than even the summer air settling over you. “Tom?”

“Yeah?”

“I, uh, can you just hold me?”

“‘Course,” he said softly and scooched closer to you on the blanket. 

He extended his arm out and you lay your head on his shoulder gently, curling up to him. 

“Do you know any constellations?” Tom asked, clearing his throat. 

You shook your head. “Do you?”

“Nah,” he said and chuckled. “I know the names of a few, but I couldn’t point them out to you if my life depended on it.”

“Who decides constellations anyway?” you wondered aloud. “Like, that group of stars there looks like a bunny- why can’t that be an official constellation?”

“These are the questions no one’s asking!”

“Exactly! Like can I petition for my constellation to be registered or are there only a finite number of them allowed?”

“I don’t know, but we should definitely try because that really looks like a bunny.”

“Okay, but to be fair, I know nothing about astronomy.”

Tom smirked. “Clearly neither of us do.”

You looked back up at the stars and sighed. “Is this what astronomers get to do all day- or all night? Just look at the stars? Because maybe I should consider changing my major.”

“I think there’s a bit more to it than that.”

“Dream killer,” you muttered.

He laughed and pulled you closer, smiling even still as he pressed his lips to yours. Every time he kissed you felt like the first time. You always felt the butterflies and the sparks and all the cliches that came with first kisses. But this was different. It was confident, and comfortable. It was almost familiar, tinged with nostalgia and promises of the future. Your nerves and reservations faded into the background and you melted into him, heart fully on your sleeve in that moment. 

Tom’s hand settled on your back and you pulled away breathlessly. 

“You’ve never kissed me like that before,” you whispered.

“I know,” he said as he leaned back in, “and I hope it’s the first of many like that.”

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Could I request from promp list A numbers 2, 5, 9, and 12 with Haz pretty please my love?

"You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat."

"You look good all soaking wet."

"I don't care how good it feels you'd better not cum until I tell you to."

"You don't have to be gentle with me, I don't break easily."

a lil dom!reader for u my dear

nsfw under the cut (things get a lil spicy aka choking)

“You look good all soaking wet.”

“Haha, very funny,” you said, rolling your eyes as you wrung out your hair. “The double entendre is not lost on me.”

Your boyfriend feigned offense, putting a hand to his chest. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Sure you don’t.” 

You stepped out of the pool and walked past him to grab a towel, flicking excess water from your arms onto him. 

“Hey!” Harrison shouted. “I was just complimenting you! You’re the one with a dirty mind.”

You spun on your heel and cocked your head to the side. “Oh yeah? Well in that case, my love, you look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat.”

Haz choked on the beer he was drinking and spit it out on the patio tile. “Ey, that’s not fair!”

“What? I just meant that I’m going to fucking choke you because you’re so annoying.”

His eyes darkened. “You’re killing me, y/n.”

You smirked. “Yeah, that’s like the whole point of choking.”

“I hope you’re planning on making good on that promise,” he said, licking his lips. 

“Oh I am.” You threw the towel onto one of the lounge chairs and unclipped your bikini top from behind. “Come on, Hazza.”

Harrison followed you into the house and to the bedroom like a puppy, barely able to contain his excitement. He glanced between you and the bed expectantly. 

“Aren’t you going to...” he trailed off. 

You shook your head and put a hand on his chest, pushing him back onto the mattress. “Not tonight, babe.”

He swallowed nervously. Both arousal and intrigue danced in his eyes, like a fire that had been ignited. “So, uh, what did you have in mind then?”

You climbed on top of him and straddled his waist, letting your fingers roam under the hem of his t-shirt and the waistband of his joggers. 

“I was thinking maybe...” you leaned down to whisper in his ear, “I could ride you.”

You thought your boyfriend’s eyes might pop out of his head with the look he was giving you.

“For real?”

“If you want?”

“You really have to ask?” You chuckled and wrapped a hand around Harrison’s throat, squeezing gently. “Fuck, angel-” He flexed his hands by your thighs in restraint, probably wanting to take control like he usually did.

“You don’t have to be gentle with me, I don’t break easily,” you took his hands in yours and put them on your ass, “but make no mistake about who’s in charge tonight.”

Harrison clenched his jaw. “Are you sure about that, princess?”

You put a finger under his chin and tilted his head back so you could go back to putting him in his place with some light strangling. “Positive.” 

He scowled at you even though you could feel how turned on he was as you started to palm him through his sweatpants. Stubborn as always. 

“I’d lose the attitude if I were you, baby boy,” you warned.

“Why should I?” 

“I already told you, I’m calling the shots. And I get to decide if and when you get to cum tonight.” Harrison rolled his eyes and turned his head. You were fed the fuck up. “Do you understand, brat?” you asked, pulling at his curls to make him look back at you. He nodded in earnest, suddenly eager to please you. “Use your words, Haz,” you taunted. “Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good.” You sighed and released your hold on his hair. “Now, here’s how this is going to work. I’m going to ride you until I cum, and then maybe I’ll think about letting you cum too, okay baby?”

He whimpered beneath you. “But-” 

“Listen to me,” you said, cutting him off with a sickly sweet smile, “I don’t care how good it feels you’d better not cum until I tell you to, got it?”

“Got it.”

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never been kissed

breaking the bed*

favorite positions*

kinks*

dating someone shy

favorite place to have sex*

what dating would include

personality preference

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