I Kind Of Feel Like Changing Nothing Can Go Wrong. Like Delete The First Part And Start Over... Idk.

I kind of feel like changing nothing can go wrong. like delete the first part and start over... idk. please comment if I should

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hey guys! recently I’ve been receiving a bunch of requests for celebrities that I’ve no knowledge of, so I’m going to clarify who I write for: Tom Holland, Harrison Osterfield, Peter Parker, Dramione, Reylo, and the Avengers Cast.

plank over me

a/n: i’m back and feeling healthier! it was just my period, oops... i have so many requests to start working on so bare with me and i’m going to have less time because i’m going to have more and more school work now... i got the idea for this fic from tom felton who, by the way, was and still is hOT-- okay then, enjoy xx

warnings: mild smut, fluff, swearing, you’re a horny bitch

italics is your thoughts / inner dialogue 

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Over the quarantine, you and Tom found ways to stay fit. Tom was much stronger than you were, so your workout routines were quite different. Occasionally, you’d share an activity to do together. Tom suggested sit-ups with a kiss each time you sat up, a cliché trend.

You sat on the couch, scrolling through YouTube to watch random Harry Potter videos when you came across the video “Tom Felton Plank All Over Me.” Interested, you clicked on the video and thought it would be fun to try with your boyfriend.

You watched as Tom’s vein began to bulge out of his forehead and words became slightly rushed. You giggled to yourself when he fell on top of the interviewer. His hands reached down to tap on the side of the interviewer’s thighs. For once, you felt jealous of an interviewer.

I’d let him plank over me any day, you thought.

Tossing your phone beside you, you made your way to Tom who was already exercising. Luckily, he had only just begun to warm-up his body. 

Silently, you stood at the doorframe admiring your boyfriend’s bare torso and evident v-line as he stretched. He groaned as he leaned over, attempting to touch his toes. You clenched your thighs together, suddenly feeling a slick in between your legs. You tried subduing your arousal by rubbing your thighs together but it only made you elicit a whimper. Tom’s attention snapped over at the sound.

“Hello, darling, are you alright?” He asked, a teasing smirk on his face.

“I’m great,” you smiled, “I just came to inform you that I found a cool little challenge we can try today.”

“Oh, really? What’s this challenge?” He moved towards you.

“Well, one of us are supposed to plank on top of the other person for as long as they can hold it for. We can still talk and kiss,” you blinked innocently.

He chuckled, “You don’t need to use this as an excuse to snog me, love.”

“I’m not trying to snog you! Besides, you’d be the one pouncing on me,” you replied bluntly.

“You’ve got a point there,” he placed a kiss to the top of your head, holding you to his chest.

“Do you wanna try it right now?” You asked, voice muffled.

“Anything you want, princess,” he pulled away.

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes, “I’ll go first because I’m not as strong as you.”

“Alright, then. Get on top of me,” he laid down on his back.

You climbed in between his legs and laid on his body, unwilling to plank.

“We haven’t even started, and I already regret this,” you whined.

“C’mon, darling,” he encouraged you, tickling your sides.

“Fine,” you groaned.

You rested your forearms beside his head, face inches away from his. You breathed slowly, trying to focus on using your core. You closed your eyes, relaxing your body.

“Darling,” your eyes snapped open. “I still want to talk,” the brunette laughed underneath you. He lifted his head off the ground to place a gentle kiss to your lips.

You gasped, feeling a tingling sensation in your stomach. You wanted to moan or cry out, but you were left breathless. You already felt your core starting to tighten and burn. 

“How are you doing up there? Feeling the burn yet?” Your boyfriend teased, noticing your stiff expression. You shook your head ‘no’ to prove him wrong, although your were suffering from the pain. 

How long had it been?

“You got this, darling,” Tom cheered you on.

You couldn’t hold your own weight anymore and plopped onto your well-built boyfriend. You were panting, arms limp beside him. You felt the vibrations of his chuckles tingling down your spine.

“As much as I enjoy you lying on top of me, I’d rather take that position,” he tapped your side, signaling you to get off.

“Ngh, Tommy, I don’t wanna move,” you pouted.

He rolled his eyes and flipped you onto your back on the floor. He positioned himself above you just as you did and held himself.

“That hurt so much. I hate it. How do people even do that?” You cried.

“You just need more practice, love. I’m sure you’ll be able to hold a plank longer after some more training,” he replied with ease.

“I hate how strong you are. It’s like you’re unintentionally mocking me,” you complained.

“I’m sorry, darling,” he leaned down to kiss you.

Tom was able to hold himself above you for a lot longer than you could. The body heat coming from the both of you intensified your arousal, strangely. You were sure he was trying to provoke you because he would occasionally dip his hips to “adjust” himself but accidentally rub his crotch against yours.

“Fuck, I can’t do this anymore,” he strained out.

He gently dropped from his plank, smashing your lips together.

“I want you so much, right now,” he whispered against your lips.

“Then take me,” you replied breathlessly.

His hands tangled into your hair, roughly kissing you. His hips ground against yours, thrusting your crotches together.

“Please, Tommy,” you moaned, bucking your hips in the air for more friction.

“Please what?” He teased.

“Please fuck me. I need you in me. Please,” you begged mercilessly.

“My pleasure, darling.”

message ! please read !

hi, so obviously, i didn’t post tonight. this is because i needed to take a break and i felt unwell today. i have a list of fics i need to finish or start so you guys will have a lot of content over this time. hopefully i’ll recover from feeling this way and be able to start writing once again. please stay safe and healthy during this time, my lovelies xx. i’ll be here for you if you’re bored or want to talk ! ♥︎

update :)

hey guys, sorry for not posting for a couple of days. i’ve been to stressed and anxious recently, especially because i have advanced math to take, as well as SAT classes and literature. i’m currently working on a one shot of mob!tom. i plan on it being angsty :). also, i’ve been noticing my eyesight is starting to become really bad. i tend to write in the late hours of the night/early hours of the morning because it’s the most zen time for me. i can’t tell anyone about my eyesight or i’ll be forced to quit figure skating, so i’m quite ashamed in myself. stress is also getting to me because today, i had 2 emotional breakdowns. i felt like shit for an entire day. anyways, love you all for sticking around and going on this journey with me. bye! xx

can u do a imagine where it describes tom and y/ns romantic valentines day from morning to night and then towards almost midnight tom proposes her to be his wife and she is overjoyed btw y/ns sister is dating harry.

cheesy spoilers pt.2

a/n: this was so long... it took me like 3 hours to finish it, so hopefully it’s up to standards... enjoy my lovelies xx

warnings: minimal sexual innuendos, swearing, nervous tom

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pt.1 | p1.2

You awoke to the aroma of delectable foods coming through the cracks of the door. Your eyes fluttered open only to shut after meeting the beam of light peeking through the curtains. You groaned, shuffling under the covers, not wanting to get up.

You heard the door creaking as your brunette boy stuck his head into the open space between the door frame and the door. His eyes focused on you, he saw your figure under the large white blanket. Quietly, he tip-toed over to you and hopped onto your body, eliciting a moan of pain from you.

“Tom,” you moaned.

“Fuck, darling, do that again,” he sighed.

“Stop,” you blushed, “Get off of me. You’re heavy.”

“How rude,” he scoffed, standing back up.

You giggled and took his hand before he hoisted you out of the bed. He dragged you to the dining table, plates neatly displayed at two seats across of each other.

“For you, m’lady,” he pulled out a chair for you.

“Thank you,” you said softly, “Did you do all of this? Just for me?”

“Well, I had some help from Sam, but I did most of the work. Besides, why wouldn’t I do this for you?” He smiled proudly.

“I love you so much,” you gushed, “But we’ve been together for years now. There’s no need to be extra.”

“Anything for my love. Now, less talking and more eating,” he declared as he dug into his plate of food.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence while eating your brunch, only sounds of chewing or the knife cutting your meal occasionally filling the air. You would look across at Tom from time to time. He looked quite nervous about something as you could hear his leg bouncing under the table.

“Anything wrong, Tommy?” You asked, concerned.

He seemed shocked but answered, “No, nothing wrong at all.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course, don’t worry about me. Just enjoy yourself,” he smiled before getting lost in his train of thought once more.

You couldn’t seem to put your finger on what he was so worried about. You tried to think back to the night before, but your memory was foggy. You couldn’t remember much from last night.

“Falling in love with you was the second best thing that happened to me,” he whispered.

“Second? Excuse you?” You tipped your head up to look at the brunette.

“But meeting you was the first,” he finished.

“Ew, you’re so cheesy,” your hand reached up to squish his cheek.

“You love me, though,” he turned his head in attempt to bite your hand.

“Ay! I do love you, but you’re such a div most of the time.”

“Who’s the one who does the dishes, washes the dirty laundry, and cleans the house?”

“Me,” you replied, eyebrows furrowed.

You felt like you were missing something crucial from the conversation. You focused on the conversation, hoping it would help you put the pieces together, but to your dismay, you could only remember getting tired and falling asleep in Tom’s arms. You shrugged it off and finished your meal.

Tom stood from his seat, plates and utensils in his arms, walking towards you.

“Finished?”

“Yes, thank you,” you grabbed your own dishes before he stopped you.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll do it. You go and get ready. I’m taking you out for a stroll somewhere you’ll love and then to dinner,” he took your plates and piled it into his arms.

You watched his back as he left to do the dishes. As much as you loved the boy, he annoyed you by always pushing you away when you offered to help. Rolling your eyes, you did as he instructed.

You walked out of your room, hair neatly curled and wearing a floral square neck sundress. Your white Chelsea boots clicked as you made your way to the kitchen.

“I’m ready, Tommy,” you announced, stepping into the room.

“Perfect, I just finished,” he said, wiping his hands on the washcloth.

He turned around to face you and was rendered speechless. His eyes were wide and tinted with admiration. He blinked, scanning his eyes over your form.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” you teased.

“Let’s get going,” he chuckled, finally moving from his state of awe. “You look gorgeous, by the way,” he whispered in your ear as he wrapped an arm around your waist.

You giggled, blushing as you gently slapped his chest. As you reached the door to your home, you grabbed your round, straw shoulder bag and placed your phone and wallet into it. Tom grabbed the keys to his Audi, starting it up after leaving the house. You sat beside him in the passenger seat, staring at the neighboring homes as you drove by. Soon those homes became cars then trees. 

“Where are we?” You asked.

“The Hill Garden and Pergola. You’ll love it.”

He parked the car and the two of you got out of the vehicle. He grasped your hand, leading you to the vast green land. When you entered, you did love it. There were beautiful shades of greens and occasional pops of colors from the flowers. You walked through the structures and into a large space. Pillars surrounded an empty center and supported to gridded roof. Past this area was a round structure with a teal dome ceiling.

“C’mon, Tommy,” you took your boyfriend’s hand, rushing him towards it.

A bright smile lit up your face while Tom looked nervous and frustrated. His eyebrows were furrowed, and his left hand remained in his pocket, grasping an object. In the confined, isolated space, he found this as a perfect opportunity.

“Y/N,” you turned to face him, “We’ve known each other for more than a decade, and we’ve been together for 6 years now.” He got down on one knee, revealing a red leather box with the word Cartier in gold on it. He opened the box, “I can’t imagine my life without you. You’ve been the love of my life ever since we were only teenagers. I want to have children and grow old with you. If you’ll do me the honor, that is.”

Tears filled your eyes, hands cupping your mouth. Your words came out as strange slurs and sobs. You resorted to nodding and stuck your hand out for him to slip on the ring. He stood for his stance and pulled you into a tight hug, spinning you in the air before connecting his lips with yours.

“Thank you so much, love. You’ve no idea how blessed I am to get a girl like you,” he spoke, your foreheads resting against each other.

“No, thank you, Tommy,” you sputtered.

Lost in the moment, you hadn’t noticed the small crowd that filled the area. They had started clapping and whistling, catching your attention. You laughed and smiled, waving at them. As the two of you exited the structure, many people congratulated you. A group of girls hid on the side, crying and whining in jealousy. They glared at you as you walked by, but you weren’t fazed by it, too consumed in the proposal.

Tom drove back to town, valeting the car as you arrived at the building. He led you into the it and up an elevator to 31st floor. The metallic doors opened, displaying the restaurant Aqua Shard. Remembering the familiarity of the restaurant, you realized it was rather expensive, in your opinion.

“No, I couldn’t,” you tugged on your fiancé’s arm.

“Yes, you can. Besides, I already have a reservation,” he objected.

“Fine but you can’t make me waste your money,” you snapped.

“You’re not wasting any of my money. You’re worth it, all of it,” he leaned down, gently kissing you.

The waitress behind the pedestal brought you to your seats. You had a perfect view of River Thames and Tower Bridge. You were also able to watch the the burst of pink and orange fill the sky as the sun set. 

You ordered the most affordable dishes they had. You’d gotten pearl barley risotto, which surprisingly was able to fill your stomach. Tom offered to get dessert but you denied. Obviously, he thought you were acting obnoxiously and bought it anyway.

“Ugh, I’m so full but it looks so good,” you groaned.

“It’s for you, darling. Dig in,” he pushed the dish towards you.

“You’re trying to stuff me,” you argued but tasted the chocolate and toffee tart. “Fuck, it’s good,” you moaned as you took another bite of it.

“I told you,” he smirked, receiving a roll of your eyes.

Tom drove back home with an overstuffed you. You felt sick from all the food that was contained in your stomach. You complained to him multiple times on your ride back. He only laughed at you and ignored your complaints.

You stepped out of the car, stretching with a sigh. You were able to digest most of the food on the long drive. Tom unlocked the door, and you rushed in to the warmth. On the counter, there were a dozen of roses with a small note attached to it: Happy Valentine’s Day! Love, Tom

Then, the events from the night before came rushing back into your mind.

“That’s true, but who works their arse off to impress you and make you feel loved? Who bought you a dozen of roses and a promise ring to show their dedication?” He teased, poking at your sides. 

“Oh my god! How did I forget?” You groaned.

Tom looked at you, confused, “What?”

“You told me about your gifts last night, but this morning, I forgot about it completely,” you face-palmed.

“Really? I thought you remembered, that’s why I was so stressed,” he explained.

“Well, I didn’t so it was a nice surprise,” you walked over to him and wrapped your arms around him.

“I’m glad you liked it,” he pulled you into a passionate kiss.

He pushed you against the wall, hips rubbing against each other. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, and your hands were combing through his curls. His hands reached down to grab your ass. He squeezed it, gaining a moan from you.

He pulled away and breathlessly said, “Let’s take this to the bedroom.”

You didn’t need to reply, he was already making his way to your shared room. He slammed the door locked behind him.

Surely the next morning, you would be sore, but that’s to care for later. For now, you’d enjoy it. The night was restless. There was no silence in the house all night