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?”

this concept!!! <3

(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.

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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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.

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.

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.”

genre: Fluff? idk tbh

pairing: jealous!Tom Holland x actress!reader

workcount: 1.3k

warning: some implied mature themes (?)

request? yes : “how about a tom x reader where the readers a actress or something and one of his brothers has a crush on her? lol, thanks ❤️” ~nonny

a/n: sooooo i got carried away :) + in not sure if i got the request right? but i hope you all like this anyway. ALSO HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOMMMM

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Tom scowled across the table. His hands fidgeted in his lap as he watched you, his girlfriend, laugh and talk with his brother of all people. The same brother who just so happened to have a huge crush on his girlfriend.

Harry laughed at one of your jokes. Reached out, he placing a hand on your exposed shoulder as the both of you rocked back and forth from laughing.

Tom’s blood began to boil as he watched the two of you, especially with Harry having made a pretty bold move. He clenched his fists, knuckles pure white, and tensed his muscles.

You were wearing that dress for him. Not harry. If anything, Tom should be the only one allowed to touch you. It was supposed to be a celebratory dinner for the success of Endgame and Y/n’s first feature film: Incognito. He clenched his jaw now, eyes zeroed in on you.

“Hey..kid.” A hand came down to rest on his shoulder. Following the arm, Tom looked up at Robert, who quirked an eyebrow at him. “Something up?”

He just shook his head in response, loosening up a little. “I’m not feeling the best right now. Must’ve been something i ate.”

The older nodded understandably. “You need a ride home then?”

“I think i’ll be okay until the dinner’s over.” He said, using a forced smile to avoid suspicion.

“Alright, i got you. It should be over any time now.” Robert squeezed his shoulder lightly before letting go. “Hang in there, kiddo.” He gave him a knowing look and wink before turning back to talk to Scarlett and Chris.

Thankfully for Tom, the dinner ended shortly, and he was ready to get the hell out of there. He stood up, said his goodbyes, and walked over to you. You were still talking to him of course.

“Hey babe.” He walked up beside you, wrapping an arm firmly around your lower waist.

“Well hello~” You cooed at him, smiling brightly. “Harry and I were just having a wonderful conver—“

“Yeah i’m thrilled to hear that.” He cut you off. His tone was laced with sarcasm. his face had a deadpan expression. “Ready to go?”

You furrowed your brows at him. Glancing between the two Holland’s, you slowly nodded. “You feeling okay?”

“Yeah, stomach’s bugging me. Must’ve been something I ate.” He gently pushed you along, still holding your waist tightly. “Bye Harry.” He mumbled, making eyes contact with the younger.

It looks could kill, Harry would be six feet under.

The walk out to the car was silent except for the rather unnecessary slam of Tom’s door. He didn’t speak a word to you, didn’t look at you, nor did he have any expression.

He gripped the steering wheel, his fingers drumming against them as his mind replayed the events at the dinner over and over again.

You looked at your amazing, but obviously jealous, boyfriend. A small smirk rested on your lips as you looked back at the road. You knew what you were doing. Of course you did.

The world might know Tom as the adorable, nerdy, witty, outgoing fluffball, but you knew he was a man that had a jealousy issue. And you just loved to poke the beast.

You thought back to the first time you noticed this side of his personality. It was during the time he was still shooting for Endgame. Of course you wanted to support your lover; so on the days you too weren’t shooting, you came to watch his scenes.

Tom had grown into the habit of looking at you and either grinning, making a heart with his hands, or just waving. So one day when he looked over to smile, he was surprised to find you chatting with one of the stage managers. A rather good looking one at that. His smile disappeared, and he quickly got up and walked away from your line of sight.

That night was one rollercoaster as he pouted (adorably you might add), and whined about the whole escapade.

You nearly laughed at the memories; but looking at Tom right now. He seemed a lot different than that night.

“Tom?” You asked quietly, voice barely above a whisper.

He didn’t turn to look at you. “Oh so now you want to talk to me.” He grunted with no expression other than pure sarcasm.

“I—“

“No. No. i don’t want excuses.” Tom shook his head as he turned the steering wheel to pull into the drive way. “I just think it’s crazy how my own girlfriend doesn’t want to talk to me all night.”

He slammed to brakes, causing the car to jerk harshly to a stop. You let out a small gasp in surprise but got no remorse from him. He got out, walked up to your shared home, and disappeared inside leaving you to your own thoughts.

You sucked in a deep breath as you unbuckled yourself and followed his path.

You began to regret your choice after seeing Tom like this. Obviously he was hurt by it, and now it was starting to hurt you to see him like that.

You pushed open the front door, placing a hand on the side wall to unstrap your heels first.

“Hey..Tom?” You called softly. No response.

Must be in the bedroom. You thought to yourself. Walking down the hallway you still called for him.

“Listen, I’m sorry—“ You opened the bedroom door and took a few steps forward. Glancing around, you were surprised that he wasn’t there.

“what the—“ You were cut off by your own yelp in surprise when two hands reached out of nowhere and grabbed your wrists, pinning them against the wall.

Tom looked at you, his face still expressionless, but his eyes told the story. He was furious with you. But he wanted payback.

He raised his eyebrows a small smirk working its way onto his lips. “You don’t really think that i don’t know what you’re doing?” He said his hot breath washing over your neck, sending goosebump trails down your spine.

He placed a soft kiss against the skin of your neck. “Is this what you wanted?” He bit down, immediately finding your sweet spot, evoking a gasp from you.

“Tom-“ He kissed your neck again, effectively keeping you from speaking a fluid sentence. “I—I was just, ah, just teasing.”

“And I’m not just teasing?” Detaching himself from your neck, he moved back slightly. He didn’t look up at you immediately though, being that he was quietly admiring the dark spot forming on your skin. He smiled slightly at his work; now everyone knew whose you were.

“Asshole.” You muttered under your breath.

“What was that, sweetheart?” He moved his face closer to you. Your cheeks started burning? “You haven’t seen asshole yet.”

His hands left their place on your wrists to firmly grasp your hips. He smashed his lips into yours in a desperate, passion filled kiss. You hands moved up, resting on his chest for a moment before intertwining in his dark curls.

His tongue swiped over your bottom lip, deepening the kiss. You closed your eyes tightly getting lost in the feeling. His hands slowly rose up the side of your form fitting dress and then—

He was gone.

You opened your eyes to see him walking away, leaving you as a hot mess.

“Told you you haven’t seen asshole.” Tom shrugged, walking nonchalantly out of the room.