My Response To Toms Dating Rumors

my response to tom’s dating rumors

tom is a human being, not a character to design for your own. he can date whoever he wants whenever he wants. we are his fans, aka strangers who support him, not possible love interests for him to select. that is the reality of it all, so please support his decision on dating this girl whether it’s true or not. you can still imagine yourself dating tom, just don’t disrespect this girl because of your fantasies. now i’m not attacking anyone who reads tom fanfics because i write and read them myself. just don’t overthink your “relationship” with “tom.” please don’t send hate to an innocent woman who is just living her life. don’t feed the fire of hate. that’s all i’m going to say. i find it ridiculous that people are so disrespectful, just the same situation as olivia

happy birthday, tom holland! 

(june 1st, 1996).

graduation reward

a/n: sorry for not writing actual fics but i promise i will post tomorrow, i just had to take a couple of tests these days and i’ll also have another test tomorrow morning, which is why i’m posting this... y’all, i’ve gotten so many requests that it’s making me procrastinate so i’m so sorry for not writing :(

warnings: sexual content, swearing

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Y/N *slams laptop shut*: thank fuck! i’m finally done with college.

Tom *gives you a chaste kiss*: congrats, darling

Y/N *sighing*: now you can have me whenever you want

Tom *turned on*: oh?

Y/N *flustered*: i-i meant like-- not sexually... butyoucanifyouwantto!

Tom: calm down, love, i know what you mean *chuckles* but i think you deserve a reward for graduating college

better not pass this shit up

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Edit: Please keep your submissions open!

Hi!! If you’re still taking requests, I was wondering if you can write about the reader doing some gardening and Tom sees her? I recently started it’s honestly the most therapeutic thing ever. Thank you!!

sweaty tease 

a/n: sheesh i don’t think i’m getting enough sleep because i feel like shit all the time now... enjoy the fic xx

warnings: just fluff, sOFT baby tom

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Your arm dragged over your forehead, wiping away your sweat. You were covered in splotches of dirt. The sun shone brightly against you back as you bent over, tending to your medium sized garden.

On the large white wall, three different colored bird feeders hung beside the frames of succulents. Beneath them was a small field of flowers, mostly colored with the bright green leaves. Popping out of the vast greens were hints of fuchsia and orange. 

You were very proud of how much you’d gotten done in such little time. Not only was it therapeutic but it added an aesthetic to the backyard.

You relaxed at the white Victorian table, staring at your work. You visualized improvements to be worked on but mostly admired the garden. You smiled to yourself, nodding with satisfactory.

-

Tom stood in the doorway to the backyard, eyes twinkling for admiration as he watched you work away on your garden. Your hair tied up in a messy bun left your back revealed with only the straps of your sports bra. He stared at your moist, glistening skin.

You approached the table he had bought for you weeks ago. He silently chuckled as you nodded your head at yourself.

-

You felt a pair of muscular arms engulf you from behind. The warmth sent a rush of heat through your body.

“Tommy, get off, I’m sweaty,” you whined, trying to pry his arms off of you.

“I don’t care. Can’t I hold my girlfriend whenever I want?” You could practically hear his pout in his voice.

“Yes but not when she covered in dirt and sweat,” the back of your forearm wiped away more beads of sweat rolling down your forehead. “Tommy, it’s too hot,” you complained while using most of your energy to pry him off.

“Fine but don’t come to me begging for cuddles,” his brows furrowed.

You rolled your eyes and giggled, “I’m pretty sure it’s the other way around.”

“Hmph, why d’you have to call me out like that, love,” his arms crossed and back slouched.

“Stand up straight, I don’t want you to use the wrong muscles and break your back, bub,” your small hands moved to his shoulders to adjust his posture.

“Oh! So you can touch me but I can’t?” He asked grumpily.

Your head fell limp to the side and gave him an apathetic glare. 

“Kidding, kidding,” he quickly replied.

“Mhm,” your eyebrows raised in disbelief. “Anyways, did you see my garden? D’you like it?” You asked giddily.

“I love it, darling. It adds a nice look to our backyard,” he gently kissed you.

You pushed him away, “No! I need to shower first.”

“Ugh,” he groaned, “Then can I shower with you?”

“Fine,” you began walking back to the house when you felt his presence closer to you, “but you don’t get to touch me until we get in the shower.” With that, you dashed away. You could audibly hear him groan in frustration.

“You’re the worst, love,” you heard him shout from behind you.

You laughed and slowly stripped, delaying Tom’s cuddling time. He’d taken his clothes off in record time.

“Hurry up,” he whined, “You’re only wearing a bra and shorts! How long can taking them off take?”

You didn’t reply, only rolling your eyes. You peeled off the articles of clothing, throwing them into the twine hamper. Rolling out more time, you picked up Tom’s clothes and put them into the hamper for him.

“Oh, get in here,” he stepped out of the shower and grabbed your arm, dragging you into the moist cubicle.

The first thing he did was hold you and place light kisses on your shoulders up to your lips. You had to push him away to wash away all the sweat on you. He offered to help, to which you accepted. He gave you a head massage as he washed your gorgeous locks of hair. You pressed your body against his, feeling the tension dwindle. 

“I love you, Tommy,” you murmured.

“I love you, too, princess.”

birthday sex

a/n: my mental health has been plummeting because of the state of America and family issues, so i hope i’ll be able to continue writing for you guys, i love doing it, i’ve just been so worried all of the time now... happy 24th birthday thomas stanley holland! i love you so much!! enjoy this smut, i might write a fluff fic for those who don’t read smut xx

warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, oral (m. receiving), daddy kink, horny shit, swearing

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Tom awoke to an empty bed. You were missing from your side of the bed. He assumed you were preparing breakfast before he felt a warmth in his lower regions. Within a second, his head was back on his pillow, and he was groaning with pleasure. 

“Fuck,” he moaned. Fixing himself on his forearms, he tugged on the white sheets, revealing his beautiful girlfriend with her mouth wrapped around his cock. “Don’t stop, you feel so good.”

Your E/C eyes stared right into his chocolate pearls. You blinked innocently at him before continuing to skillfully swirl your tongue on his length whilst bobbing your head up and down. 

“Just like that, darling,” he breathed.

A small quantity of warm liquid came out of his tip. Your mouth pulled off his cock with a pop and tongue came down to teasingly lick the tip.

“Mm, you taste delicious, Tommy,” you said prior to taking him in your mouth again.

You took him as far as you could, but with the remaining length, you used your hand to stroke and the other hand massaged his balls. You increased your speed, making wet noises as you bobbed your head.

“Keep doing that, and I’m gonna cum,” Tom moaned.

You worked even harder to get him to his release, moving faster and more in depth. You could feel him tense up underneath you, and you smiled to yourself.

“I’m gonna cum, darling,” he grabbed your head and led you through it.

His seed shot into your mouth as he let out a loud groan. You pulled your mouth off of him, keeping your eyes connected. Your cheeks swollen with his juices, you swallowed the load at once. His eyes immediately filled with lust once again.

“How’re you so good at that, princess?”

You straddled his lap, wearing a matching set of bras and panties. He hadn’t noticed before, too distracted with pleasure, but he certainly did now. You could feel his arousal press against your core.

“I’ve practiced many times on you, that’s how,” you smiled.

“Well, I think it’s only fair for me to have some practice, don’t you think?” He flipped you over and pinned you to the bed.

“Anything you want. I’m your present after all. Happy Birthday, daddy,” lust coated your words.

“Fuck, princess,” he ripped your laced bra off, revealing your hard tits.

He dipped down and harshly sucked on it, massaging the other with his hand. You moaned loudly, thrusting your hips into the air. 

“So impatient, aren’t you?” He chuckled. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you, baby.”

With that, he placed kisses from your collarbone, around your nipples, down your core to the spot you desired him most. He avoided it, moving around it or gently grazing his lips against it. You let out a frustrated moan, grinding your hips into nothing in attempt to have any friction rub against your clit.

“Tommy, please,” you gasped.

“Who?” He teased.

“Fuck, daddy. Please, daddy,” you cried.

“What do you want me to do, babygirl?”

“Fuck me. Touch me. Just please pound my pussy,” you begged pathetically.

“Since you asked so nicely...”

He took a torturously long time to pull off your matching panties, pausing to admire your wetness. When he successfully, and finally, stripped you from them, they flew to an innominate place in the room. 

“Look at you, you’re practically dripping onto the bed,” his fingers stroked up your thigh, gaining a shivering exhale from you.

His tongue dove into you without warning, causing your hips to thrust at the sudden pleasure. His thumb moved to your clit, hovering over it. You begged to feel the pressure against your nub, only to jump when he instantaneously began rubbing you. He easily brought you near the edge. You felt yourself slowly falling over the edge, but the feeling was quickly retracted. 

“Daddy, please, I need to cum,” you sobbed, blinking at him with your puppy dog eyes.

“Don’t worry, babe, you’ll cum with me.”

He grabbed his length, collecting your liquids with the tip. He used your wetness and stroked his cock before entering you. The two of you let out a moan, eyes rolling with pleasure. He started slowly, ensuring you wouldn’t cum too early.

“Fuck, To-daddy, faster. Please go faster,” you moaned.

He grinned, snapping his hips into yours faster and rougher. Your face contorted with pleasure.

“You like that?”

You nodded, eyes screwed shut.

“I asked you a question,” he said through grit teeth.

Your eyes flickered open, and you blushed, “Y-Yes, daddy, I love it. Thank you.”

He smirked with pride. His thumb moved to tease your clit once again. Your hips thrusted into the air at the sudden touch. 

You could feel your core tighten and you yelped, “I’m gonna cum, daddy.”

“Hold on a little longer, darling, I’m almost there,” he leaned down, placing a chaste kiss to your lips. “Okay, get ready,” he mumbled against your lips. His thrusts became sloppy and breathing jagged, “C-Cum, now.”

“I love you,” you moaned, gripping his curls.

His lips focused on your neck, sucking and kissing the skin. He left himself inside your warmth, working the two of you through your orgasm. 

His body plopped beside you, chest heaving. You turned on your side to face him. You traced his jawline with your finger, smiling exhaustedly. His arm wrapped around your waist, placing a kiss to your hair.

“Round two?” He smiled at you.