A/n: if anyone out there just wants to talk about how fucking hot, amazing, sweet, loving, adorable tom is please come my way
Tom staying over at your house was a common occurrence. He often would bring clothes over to stay at your house and then leave for the next time. You never minded though, it just showed how much you both were comfortable with each other.
How you flaunted toms clothes was what made it all the better. You loved his shirts either it was just long enough to where you wore no pants around the house or if you’d style it to fit your outfit for the day.
That’s what was happening today, you decided to wear the shirt he had left at your house about three days ago. He sometimes liked to come over and collect his clothes but other times he’d just leave them especially if he liked the way it looked on you.
“Darling? Have you seen my—“ tom cut himself off seeing you sitting on his couch wearing his Spider-Man shirt that he loved. You looked up from petting Tessa to listen to him.
“Hmm?” You question as he smirked looking at you in his clothes was a whole new level of excitement for him.
“I think that’s my shirt sweetheart.” He told you as he came over to kiss you which quickly escalated.
The poor dog moved away from the start of your makeout session causing tom to take the free space and climb on top of you. You knew what the results were when you wore his shirts and sometimes you loved it but it was your shirt now, it’s been through your wash, your dresser, at your house.
Tom tugged on the shirt about to remove it but your hands pushed his off. You pulled back from the kiss looking at his now confused face.
“Oh no you don’t.” You pushed him up to where he now threw his hands up searching for an answer. “You left your shirt at my house. It’s mine now.” You told him as you got up and grabbed the leash for Tessa causing the dog to go jumpy as she saw the sight of her leash.
“What? No. That’s not fair!” He told you as he got up knowing that you won.
“Ummm, yes it is. I already have a lot of stuff Holland I don’t need your stuff adding on.” You said crouching down to put the leash on the dog. “But I like this, it’s comfy.”
“But, babe, I like that shirt!” He complained coming over to you from behind and wrapping his arms around you to place pepper kisses all over your neck.
“Well then stop leaving it at my house.” You told him ignoring his touch. You weren’t annoyed but just teasing him.
“Well we wouldn’t have this problem if you would just move in.” His words caused your movements to stop.
You and tom thought about moving in a few times. It was just such a big leap that you were scared to take. You wanted to move in so badly but you were just so scared for all the negative outcomes.
“For real?” You asked turning around to where now his hands were on your lower waist. He smiled knowing that he had you glued this time.
“Yes princess, for real.” He told you kissing you gently. The Eager dog jumped on your leg waiting for you to release her daddy and go outside.
“Tessa wants you to move in.” He crouched down to the excited dog. “Isn’t that right? You want mommy to live with us?” He asked in his voice for Tessa. Your heart fluttered as he thought of you as Tessa mommy.
“Of course I’ll move in.” You smiled so wide it hurt.
“Perfect.” He kissed you again causing you to let go of the leash and place your hand on his cheeks. While you lost yourself in the kiss tom took this as an opportunity to steal the shirt from you.
“Tom!” You shouted as you watched him pull away and move back to his room to change into the shirt.
“Don’t act like you don’t have your stuff here!” He yelled back at you as you looked at the dog who now sat patiently.
“Hold on Tessa.” You told her as you ran to the bedroom and jumped on toms back grabbing the shirt from him.
“Get off of me spider monkey!” He yelled as you got off and pulled the shirt back on.
“I’m taking Tessa out so leave me be!” You ran out of the room with him chasing after you grabbing you and kissing all over your face.
“You’re perfect.” He stopped as you two both breathed heavy and stared at each other.
You let out a small laugh before kissing him one more time. “Put on a shirt dork, we’re taking Tessa for a walk.”
He was so in love with you, god he was so in love with you. He loved you more than you’d ever know. He loved looking at you in his clothes, he loved looking at you when you got ready in the morning with so much focus on your eyeliner, he loved you. He didn’t even care that you took his clothes at this point he wanted you to take them sometimes. He was so happy you were his.
warnings: the most fluff to have ever existed and some language
requested: nope!
word count: 1,500+ oops
a/n: hello everyone!!! this has been sitting in my drafts for a little while, and i finally finished it today!!! as usual, no one proof read this but me so i apologize for any errors! this is one of my favorite things i’ve ever written, so please let me know if you like it cause phew this imagine makes my heart warm :’)
my requests are open, so please send me some stuff!!! 🙂 (i write for tom and peter parker!)
“Tommy, I really do have to go.”
You giggled as you slightly bent over his form, pushing against his chest as he pressed another kiss to your lips, trying desperately to pull you back into his embrace on the couch.
You two had been laying around all day watching movies with take-out and enjoying each other’s company. Tom finally had some time off from filming and wanted nothing more than to just lay with you all day.
(this was originally supposed to be titled ‘’things he does that make your heart soar but that was a little cheesetown so now we have this!!!)
he’s a forehead nudger. he’s done it since you first started dating. if your squishing together on the couch, he’ll nudge his forehead into your shoulder to get you to adjust so he can fit flush against you. or he’ll just do it when you two are standing close together. its something that’s extremely intimate like a kiss but yet so gentle and loving
when talking to tessa, he will refer to you as “mummy”.
you can remember the first time he did it. you were waiting by the front door as he fastened her leash and cooed to her. “gonna have a nice walk, aren’t we, princess? you, me, and mummy.” you’ve never discussed it, but the look you gave him when he glanced up at you was the only confirmation he needed
sometimes will refer to you in conversations as “the missus”. once or twice it has sparked some engagement rumors and that’s partially why he loves it
every time you watch him pack for another long press junket it away, he will wrap and arm under your legs and across your back before carrying you bridal style into his suitcase. he pretends to pack you, setting some t-shirts and socks on top of you before shutting the lid. “i told you i can’t forget anything!!”
when he gets home after a long day and its quite late, he wakes you up by slathering your face in kisses. there’s no corner of your skin left untouched before he smiles against it and whispers a “missed you”
feel free to fight me but, he’s a big corner mouth kisser. like not all the time, but rather then place a quick peck to your lips, he’s developed a habit of catching the corner of your lips, in a sort of teasing, cheeky way.
(when he first started doing it, he’d say “there’s more where that came from!!!”)
he’s also a big grabby hand baby. if he’s talking to harrison back stage in a green room, he’ll stretch out his hand to you, beckoning you to come play with his fingers or at least just sit by him.
or when he has a break and for some reason you’re still across the room, he’ll stretch his hands out to, fingers flexing and a whine leaving his mouth
tried to cook for you but only has 3 ½ meals memorized and can never be bothered with recipes because the boy cannot follow directions (”i’m not gonna let a piece of paper tell me what to do!!!”)
when you tag along to his events, in between networking or interviewing, he’ll twist around so he can find you and give you a nose scrunch or a playful snarl, just so you know he hasn’t forgotten you’re there
lays on top of you. just spreads across you. doesn’t matter what you’re doing. you will either become his pillow for a quick nap or listen to him beg for your attention.
he’s a show off too. like if he gets a crowd laughing or does a flip for an audience, he’ll find you in the crowd or backstage and give you and eyebrow wiggles as if to say “did you see THAT”
he hits on you like you’re not already together. you’ll be in the cereal aisle, trying to pick one out for the week and he’ll saunter over to you, place and arm against the shelves and wink “do you come here often?”
or “hey you’re really cute, got a boyfriend?” and you reply “yeah and he’s Spider-Man.” he’s always delighted when you play along. “damn, sounds like a really manly guy, you’re really lucky.”
if you say “i love you” back too quietly, he shouts “what was that?!” until you shout it back at him
he would rather sit on the floor with his back against your legs while you sit on the couch. this way he can drape your legs over his shoulders and loop his arms over them or run his hands over your soft skin
will take deep, deep inhales of your shampoo or hair care sent. like sniffs so hard he may pop a brain vessel “i think i’m getting high off of how good you smell!!!!!”
Stan Lee: Spider-man is not allowed to be bisexual, Andrew Garfield tried to make him bi so I had his movies cancelled and forbid any future spider-men from being written as bi or gay.
Tom Holland: Cool. Here is a list of male coworkers and characters I personally want to fuck.
Even though Tom considered himself a veteran to interviews, he couldn’t help his palms from clamming up for this particular interview. The Ellen Show had invited him to have a sit down, and Ellen being Ellen, would find some sort of dirt on the oldest Holland boy.
“So, Tom, you’re single, right?” She asked, leaning against the arm of her chair, a sly look playing across her features. He felt like she was up to something, but maybe he was just really nervous? There was no way Ellen could know anything. After all, Tom’s kept his and Y/n’s relationship a secret, for, like, seven months now? All of his hard work paid off, right?
“Yes! I’m very, very, painfully single,” he tried to be as relaxed as he could, but the way his eyes kept on shifting to the camera wasn’t very convincing. Or how his voice seemed to raise two octaves as he answered Ellen’s question.
Reaching behind her, for what Tom thought was a photo of god knows what, and placing it upside down on her lap. The look on Ellen’s face made Tom realize she knew his answer was pure bullshit.
“Oh really? Huh,” she acted surprised, but it wasn’t really convincing… C’mon, Ellen wouldn’t expose Tom’s relationship, would she? “I guess Y/n was wrong. Maybe she just has amazing photoshop skills or something,”
Tom almost spit out his water when she responded. “Pardon me?” He stammered, not connecting the dots quite yet.
“Y/n? L/n? She sent me a picture from her Snapchat of you two,”
“You- you know Y/n L/n?”
“Well she was Portia’s assistant for a pretty long time, Tom. I’m bound to know her,” Ellen deadpanned, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. You had told her the night before that it was time Tom and your’s relationship came out of the closet. After all, Tom has been pestering you about telling the fans for months on end.
Tom was in disbelief. Maybe it was shock, he didn’t know, be something was happening. You knew Ellen? The Ellen? Famous lesbian, Ellen? No. No, you would’ve told him. There was no possible way you knew Ellen. Well, obviously you knew who Ellen was, Tom’s been talking about this interview for days, but you couldn’t know her personnally. That just wasn’t possible.
“My… My girlfriend, Y/n? H/c hair, h/t, e/c eyes…?” He was smiling, he couldn’t help it.
“Yes! She didn’t tell you?” Ellen laughed, smiling herself.
“No! Y/n never told me anything! This is totally unfair!” Tom exclaimed, heart beating fast in his chest. He knew you were backstage, laughing at his cluelessness. Was it hot in here? His face felt hot.
“Oh! Wow, ok…” she said, turning towards the audience and camera. “Well, if you wanted to see the picture, it was actually Y/n and Tessa sleeping.”
A/N: So I kind of got carried away with this one, and it’s all over the place. Like, literally. But I hope you enjoy! Feedback is always appreciated guys 🙂
Tom dating a makeup artist would include:
first meeting on the set of In the Heart of the Sea
you were shadowing the chief makeup artist as part of your work experience
but he asked you to do Tom’s makeup to give you some practical work to do
you two hit it off right away
in fact it was only a number of days since you first met that he asked you out
which he sprung on you during last looks right before they started filming which is stressful enough
but of course you said yes
you started hanging out between filming
after wrapping the film, you immediately started dating
you got your degree and walked straight into a job thanks to Tom
he would keep bragging to everyone about how amazing you are at makeup
and he wouldn’t work with anyone but you
he keeps you behind schedule because he’s constantly goofing around
dancing in the chair when you’re trying to powder his face
dodging the brush
and he continues to do it because he loves the sound of your laugh
even though you’re low-key losing it
you would practise SFX makeup on Tom at home all the time
Tom would come home to the apartment you share and smell isopropyl alcohol
and know you’re working on something
he makes it a game
‘how long until she realises I’m home before she asks to use my face’
you’re currently on 4 seconds
you test out different types of wounds on him sometimes
but one time Tessa saw it and freaked out
so you make sure she’s sleeping or otherwise occupied now
you would try and teach Tom how to do makeup
he’s so attentive
like you’re picking up different things and explaining them to him and he just looks on in awe
turns out he’s actually pretty good at makeup
Tom tracing your back with clean brushes
while watching season 12 of Face Off
because of you, Tom now knows a bunch of makeup terminology
hence the shouting at the television
“oh come on! It’s so obvious that he used cheap derma wax there. He’s not even trying to hide it!”
“you could do that easily, Y/N”
you get nominated for a MUAHS Guild Award and Tom is so proud of you
him helping you write your speech
“and I could never have done this without the help of my dreamy boyfriend”
“he’s just so handsome look at him everyone”
eye rolls for days
on the way to the event Tom keeps saying how much you deserve it
when your name gets called he would be in tears
and for the rest of the night he would whisper into your ear
“I’m so proud of you, darling”
Thank you for this request, I really loved writing this!
homeboy is the biggest fan of eating you out, without a doubt
an interviewer had once even asked what tom’s favorite thing to eat was and he totally would’ve looked at you behind the camera and bit his lip as if in thought before raising an eyebrow and then adding on a completely normal answer, leaving you a blushing mess off camera
however, he definitely has made a hobby out of it
maybe it was the sense of pride that he got, seeing you come completely undone under his control
or the way that your body gave into him at his mercy
either way, he was infatuated with going down on you
whether it be as a way to wake you up
on top of the kitchen counter as he decided he wanted something else for breakfast
or dessert
in the back seat of his audi
on the private jets
and especially between the sheets
in the middle of a kiss, he’d pull away, just enough to softly push you back onto the mound of pillows behind you
you’d hold yourself up on your forearms, eyes tracing his movements, him settled between your legs
he’d lift up your shirt, only to start pressing kisses to the exposed skin on your stomach
on cue, your hands would already be reaching for his brunette locks
most of the time, he wasn’t too bad about teasing you because sometimes he was more eager for it than you were
but when he was in another mood oh, you best believe he’d take his sweet ass time
however, typically he’d have your shorts or sweats tugged down almost instantly and tossed across the room in a matter of seconds
your panties would be slid to the side, his fingers tracing over where they previously covered, gathering up the wetness that had collected there
he’d spread your legs, situating himself in front of your core, one arm hooked underneath a thigh and the other pressing a thumb to your clit, already rubbing light circles
a frustrated moan would leave your lips as soon as his head dipped down and his tongue was running up and down your slit
while his thumb worked on your clit, his tongue would start dipping in and out of you causing a string of curse words to leave your lips
“how does that feel, darling?”
he lived for the praises you gave him as he worked his way on you
he’d switch the roles of his tongue and fingers, attaching his lips over your bundle of overly-sensitive nerves and sucking while he slipped a digit into you
as his fingers dug into your walls, he’d increase the pressure of his tongue on your clit, tracing incoherent patterns over it
once he noticed your back arching, your breath faltering, and your eyes screwed shut, he’d stop
“look at me when you cum, angel. can you do that for me?”
you’d only be able to muster a nod, eyes now locked on his
while keeping the eye contact, his mouth would reattach to your clit, fingers finding their way back inside you and pumping out faster than he had before
within moments, you’d reach your release, a cry escaping your mouth as you felt the blissful high
throughout your orgasm, he’d make sure to now hook both arms underneath your thighs and pull your core closer to him
his tongue would now run over your slit repeatedly, collecting your release
he’d come up after you had come down from your high
as you tried to regain your senses, you’d feel him occupy the space next to you on the bed
you’d open your eyes only to find him hovering over you, lip caught between his teeth
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