Tom Holland is a Superstar

sir thomas stanley holland,

Avengers Endgame: A Lack of Closure at the End of the Line by Rotem Rusak for Bam Smack Pow

It’s exactly what it sounds like.

Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: Yes, I’m an idiot. The idea literally same to me as I was falling asleep one night and I wrote it the next day. This takes place in early November, but I wrote it now lol. This is NSFW but I didn’t tag it as such because when you do your post doesn’t show up in the tags anymore!!!

Summary: …..Tom takes the No Nut November bet with Harrison leaving you confused as to why he’s acting so strange.

Warnings: Swearing, smut

Word Count: 2.5k

When you began to inch your hand from Tom’s knee up to his thigh during movie night and he gently grabbed your fingers and said “not tonight darling, I’m a little tired” you were definitely taken aback, not to mention a little embarrassed. You went rigid and retracted your hand from your boyfriend’s leg awkwardly. Out of the corner of your eye you could see his apologetic expression, but you just smiled forcefully and snuggled into his shoulder, cheeks burning.

summary: tom’s late nights and early mornings finally catch up with him. luckily, you’re there to make him feel better.

word count: 1.1k

a/n: tom being sick along with the insta story he posted today made me feel…… some type of way. this one’s for anyone else who feels the same. title is from a hozier song bc who else do i listen to anymore

warning(s): literally just tooth-rotting fluff

mornings in new york city are hot and humid, but you’re rather comfortable wrapped up in tom’s arms, flushed warm by the weight of the hotel comforter and yellow sunlight that streams through the window. you wake up with your head on his chest, his heartbeat thrumming gently in your ears. 

usually, tom’s the first one awake, playfully nipping at the skin on your neck or kissing the freckles on your nose until your eyes flutter open. which is why, when you lift your head, you’re surprised to see that he’s still fast asleep. soft snores escape through his slightly parted lips, closed eyelids moving from the remnants of a dream.

you direct your attention briefly to the alarm clock and release a small, disappointed sigh. 6:02 am. you begin to shift your weight off of tom as slowly as you can, not wanting to startle him awake.

“tommy,” you whisper, skirting your fingertips along the edge of his jawline. “pssst.”

he grunts and tilts his head towards you, smacking his lips sleepily, but he does not open his eyes. not even a little bit.

you lean down, pressing quick, tender kisses against his collarbone, the side of his neck. it normally works like a charm on you. 

“wake up, baby,” you mutter into his sleep-warm skin. “time to get the day started.”

but he doesn’t budge, face still burrowed into the edge of the pillow.

My little art tribute to Bucky Barnes <3

Reader can’t keep her hands off Tom, Tom can’t concentrate on his work. Just pure fluff.

“Baby, are you coming to bed soon?” You ask sweetly, walking into the lounge and finding your boyfriend still going over his lines.

“Hm? Yeah love, I’ll be ten minutes.”

“You said you’ll be ten minutes an hour ago.” You frowned, walking to the back of the couch where Tom was sitting with his script and running your palms down his chest. You nuzzled your head in his neck.

“Sweetheart, this is highly confidential.” Tom chuckled, moving the script away from your tired, wandering eyes.

“Mustn’t be that bad if they’re letting you look at it.” You giggled, placing little kisses on his jaw, scattering them down his neck.

“I’m working, darling.” Tom said, annoyed. He furrowed his brows together as he tried to focus on his script at hand.

“Can I not interest you to come to bed with me?” You huffed. Usually you got your own way when it came to neck kisses but tonight you’ll have to up the ante a little.

“I’m too busy tonight.” He replied. While his words hurt your feelings, you didn’t want to give up. Swinging your legs over the back of the couch, you plonk yourself onto Tom’s lap. You were now in the position to make him go putty in your hands.

“Tommy,” You whined, kissing below his ear and lightly sucking.

“You’re not going to give up, are you?” Tom signed, tossing the script to the side.

“Nope.” You giggled against his skin.

“You look so sexy when you’re concentrating.” You said, tangling your fingers in his messy curls that his own hands have been apprehensively running though all night.

“If I just came to bed with you, would you give me a break on your little cute act?”

“I’d give you way more than just a break.” You said sultrily, grinding your hips down on his. Tom’s breath hitched in his throat.

“My god love, you’re going to be the death of me.” Tom groaned, lifting you up in his arms and carrying you to the bedroom.

“My hot little distraction. How am I meant to get anything done with you around?” Tom smirked, plopping you on your shared bed.

You untied your robe to reveal yourself lying on the bed in Tom’s favourite lingerie set looking absolutely ravishing.

“I can’t believe you almost passed this up.” You bought your finger to your lips, biting your nail seductively.

“Are you going to make it worth my while? Because I’ve got tonnes of work to get done downstairs.” Tom asked, running his hands down your bare thighs.

“I’m going to make you regret you said that.” You giggled, flipping you both over so that you were straddling him.

Summary: Beware of those with soft lips and guns at their hips. 

Pairing: 1920sMafia!Sebastian Stan x Reader, 1920sMafia!Tom Holland x Reader

Words: 2.5K

Warnings: cussing, violence, mentions of smut

A/N: If you have any requests, my ask is always open! Thank you for reading!

“There’s no surrender And there’s no escape Are we the hunters? Or are we the prey?”

“Hey darling,” You murmur as you enter Sebastian’s office, adding a little extra sway to your hips. His mouthed turned up in a smirk, nearly hidden behind his steepled hands that were resting against his lips. His eyes tracked your movement before angling his chair towards his desk. 

You learned forward, wrapping your arms around him from behind. One hand slid just beneath the opening of his buttoned shirt. You could hear Sebastian hold his breath as your lips found his neck. Your lips were light, almost teasing as you left each kiss. 

“And what do I owe this pleasure?” He rasped out before quickly clearing his voice. 

“Chris came by and told me you needed to see me.” You mentioned as you moved around to lean against Sebastian’s chair. 

He hesitated. 

He never hesitated. He always went into everything with his whole heart or nothing at all.