The Fact That Im Getting So Many Smut Fics As A Recommendation Is Really Saying Something Bout Me...

the fact that I’m getting so many smut fics as a recommendation is really saying something bout me... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Hi! I was just wondering if you are open to take requests? If not totally fine. Have a nice day :)

ofc! I’m always open to take requests. if you sent a request and it hasn’t come out yet, it just means that I haven’t found time to write it :D so go ahead and request all you want! have a happy day 🥳

missing him

a/n: i kinda cried while i wrote this, so hopefully you guys cry while you read this... i got the inspo from another fic i read on like wattpad, i think.. i hope it’s sad enough... enjoy the angst xx

warnings: mAJOR angst, one swear word, it’s actually kind of really sad, fluff at the end so...

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4 months. It has been 4 months since you last saw Tom. He left to film Cherry in Ohio, leaving you back at your shared home in London. At the beginning, Tom stayed in contact with you, calling everyday to tell you goodnight or how much he missed and loved you. Slowly, though, he began to call less and less to not at all. You didn’t blame him. He was filming a movie in which he starred in, after all, but it still negatively affected you.

After weeks of not getting any texts or calls from Tom, you finally received a text from him saying “soon.” You lit up. Tom was coming back, back to you. There’d be no more nights of your silent sobs and cuddling with his pillow.

But when was “soon?” Soon could mean one more month. It could also mean one week.

You checked your phone for any other notifications from Tom, but the single worded text was the only thing you received. No “I miss you” or “I love you” sent.

You shut off the light to your shared room, scurrying into the comfort of your bed. Placing your phone onto your bedside table, you closed your eyes, not in the mood to cry yourself to sleep that night. 

-

The door clicked open. You heard shuffling headed towards your room. Another click. His scent. It filled your senses and tears filled your closed eyes. You felt the bed dip under his weight, and he laid beside you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, nuzzling your head in the crook of his neck. It smelled so real. It felt so real.

What a cruel dream, you sighed sadly to yourself.

You could feel every line of his abs and curves of his muscular arms. You could even feel the gentle kisses he was placing to your hair. Tears ran down your cheeks and a silent sob left your mouth. A warm finger wiped them away.

“Open your eyes, darling, I’m here,” his voice filled your ears. It sounded all too real. Your mind was playing a pitiless joke on you.

“You’re not here. You’re just a figment of my imagination. It’ll only hurt more if you open your eyes, Y/N,” you cried out loud.

Tom eyed you with pain. You looked so fragile, so weak, almost like an empty shell. You were holding onto the edge of a cliff, close to falling. He hated that he brought this pain upon you. He hated that he didn’t stay in contact with you as he promised.

“I’m real, love, I’m real. I’m right here. You can touch me. can’t you?” A pleading tone in his voice, hoping you’d open your eyes to see the truth.

“I wish he were here.” you sobbed, tears rapidly running down your face, “I miss you so much, Tommy, it’s so hard to be here without you,” you sniffled.

“But I am here, Y/N/N, you just need to open your eyes,” Tom’s eye began to water, hearing the pain in your voice.

You could still smell and feel him. You assumed you were cuddling with his pillow like always. His scent must’ve started this torture.

You tried to push the pillow away from you, still half asleep. The pillow wouldn’t budge, though. If anything, somehow the pillow was moving closer to you and gripping onto you.

“Please just open your eyes, there’s nothing to be afraid of,” you heard his voice whimper.

Finally, your eyes fluttered open. You looked up, eyes locking with his new buzz-cut hair. Your eyes slowly trailed down, reaching his face. Your hand moved from its position to poke him on the cheek. The skin of the area dipped.

He was here. Right now. Back with you.

“T-Tommy,” you said breathlessly.

“I’m here, love, I’m here,” his eyes softened when he saw relief wash over your features.

You sobbed into his shoulder, “I missed you so much. I-I felt so alone for so long, but you’re here now.”

“I missed you, too. I’m so sorry, love, I didn’t mean to hurt you like this. It’s all my fucking fault,” he groaned, frustrated with himself.

“It’s not your fault, Tommy. You didn’t know this would affect me like this. I’m sorry for overreacting.”

“You didn’t overreact, my love, your reaction was perfectly understandable. I’m never leaving you here alone ever again, alright?” Tom said seriously.

You nodded, too busy breathing in his scent and relishing in the fact that he was back. For so long, you held onto his pillow, something that never satisfied your sleepless nights, but now, with Tom back, everything was as it should’ve been.

“You know I love you, right?” Tom’s groggy voice spoke into your hair.

“I do, and I love you, too.”

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Hi, i love your other writings on Tom Holland, could i request 92 & 93 from the prompt list please? 💌

fractured trust and broken friendships

a/n: this was supposed to be posted last night, but I accidentally fell asleep... luckily i was almost done... thank you to @in-a-lot-of-fandoms-tbh for being so active and giving me motivation to continue ♡ hope you guys enjoy this angsty fic!

pairing: bestfriend!tom x reader

warnings: TRIGGER WARNING! panic attack, mentions of sex, swearing, tom’s a jerk in this one, a pinch of fluff if you count it as really

italics are your thoughts and in between the “-“ is a flashbacks

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92. “I was a bet?”

93. “I’m such a fucking idiot for thinking that you would ever fall for me.”

You rushed to your first class of the day, maneuvering your way through the empty halls. You'd woken up late due to your alarm not sounding, so you only had less than 10 minutes to get ready and make it to school on time. Unfortunately for you, you lived on your own without any source of transportation except for the pair of legs attached to your body. You ended up running to school with a heavy backpack painfully slapping against your back with each step.

You slowed to a fast walk, recognizing the corner you turned everyday to get to class. A voice sounded from the corner.

“So, did you do it, Tommy?” A high-pitched voice asked.

You wondered who would’ve ditched class with the name “Tommy.”

“Yeah, mate, or were you too pussy to?” A male’s voice sounded.

You knew it was wrong to listen in, but you were unintentionally listening.

“The only pussy here is you, Williams,” a familiar voice responded, “and yes, I did do it. It was easier than I thought. Now, pay up.”

That voice. It sounded too familiar. It couldn’t be...

“Can’t believe you actually got Y/N to fuck you,” another voice laughed.

The mention of your name made you sick. Someone bet on you? It wasn’t possible, though. You were a virgin only until recently. Your best friend, Tom, had taken it from you last week.

No. It can’t be him.

“I was shocked, too. She was practically jumping to get with me,” the voice chuckled, growing louder. 

You realized that they were rounding the corner, and your anxiety spiked. You felt your chest tightening, and you felt lightheaded. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes. You stumbled backward, reaching for support. Any support. 

Slow breath in, slow breath out. You chanted to yourself.

You could hear the loud, rapid thumps in your chest. You gasped for air, slamming against the lockers, creating an echo of metal. 

“What the fuck was that?” The voice was muffled by your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

You tried to stand, but your body collapsed beneath you. This was one of your worst episodes.

“Y/N,” a panicked voice shouted.

You felt a warm presence envelop you.

“Y/N, listen to my voice. Slow breathes,” you could feel something rising and descending against your arm, and you followed the pattern.

Gradually, you regained control over your emotions and actions. You looked up to see who helped you, and it was just the man you were dreading to see. He looked down at you with a warm smile and welcoming eyes. You snapped your eyes shut and composed yourself.

Reopening your eyes, you pushed Tom away and dizzily stood up. He looked at you the way he always would when you were together: with compassion and empathy.

“Are you okay? That was one of the worst attacks I’ve ever seen you have,” he spoke gently.

“I was a bet?” You wanted to ask, but nothing sounded.

His voice rang in your ears. It brought back memories of the night you shared together.

-

“Are you sure you want this?” Tom asked, voice raspy.

“Yes, please, Tommy,” you panted.

He slowly slid into you, letting you adjust to his size. You winced, sharply inhaling.

“Are you okay?” He paused, mindful that it was your first time.

“Mhm, just need time to get used to it,” you replied, breathing deeply.

-

“I-I’m fine,” you backed away from him and his friends, feeling manipulated.

“Are you sure? You’re shaking,” he stepped forward, reaching an arm towards you.

“Stop,” you yelped, slapping his arm away, “Don’t touch me,” you hissed through grit teeth.

“Y-Y/N/N?” He asked, brows furrowing.

“I need to get to class, so if you’ll excuse me,” you said, picking up your backpack.

You pushed past the girl beside Tom. She wore a yellow gingham, spaghetti strapped crop top paired with light washed, belted paper-bag shorts.

How she didn’t get dress-coded, you’ll never know, nor did you care.

She scoffed and held her shoulder in offense.

“Tommy, she hit me,” the girl whined.

You rolled your eyes and walked off, trying your best to ignore the snickers from Tom’s other friends.

As you turned to corner, you heard the sound of footsteps approaching you. Assuming it was a teacher, you plastered a fake smile onto your face and made a liable excuse, but when you turned around, you came face to face more like face to chest with your “best friend.”

“What’s wrong?” He asked, confusion etched on his features.

“Nothing,” you took a deep breath, trying to keep your temper in check.

“I know something’s wrong, so tell me,” he demanded, grabbing your shoulders with his hands.

“Let go of me,” you ripped away from his hold.

You were fuming. How dare he act like he wasn’t just laughing about taking your virginity and, not to mention, making money from it, as well.

“What the he-” he began.

“You! You’re the problem,” he looked at you as if you had slapped him across the face which you wish you did. “I overheard you and your friends earlier. You think it’s funny to play girls like that? Even worse, you have the guts to take her virginity, too? Unlike you, I’d like my first time to be special and not paid for,” you spat.

You turned to walk away when you felt a sudden surge of confidence shoot through you.

“You know what, Thomas? You are a pussy. You’re weak enough to let your reputation get to you and strip away one of your friends. If I knew that you were this egotistical manipulator sooner, I would’ve abandoned you years ago.”

You saw a flash of hurt in his teary eyes.

“Fucking grow up. We’re going to college soon, not kindergarten. I can’t believe I was such a fool. I let you use me. 

“I thought I could trust you, Tom. You were my best friend, my partner in crime. You were supposed to be beside me until the end. I trusted you with my life.

“I let you be my first because I thought- I thought... Nevermind. I’m such a fucking idiot for thinking that you would ever fall for me.”

“Y/N/N, I-” he frowned.

“I don’t want to hear it. This is the end of our friendship, so don’t talk to me ever again,” and with that, you turned your back towards him and walked away, leaving him to regret ever considering the bet.

stay away from me

a/n: if this has many errors in it, i’m sorry, i wrote this while i was half-asleep... alright i’m sleeping, goodnight x

pairing: mob!tom x reader

warnings: angst, infidelity, swearing

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You excitedly skipped to Tom’s office, having a surprise set up for him. You reached the doors of the room and lightly knocked on the door. 

No response,

You pressed your ear against the door and knocked again. You heard a muffled noise coming from inside and chose to open the door.

The sight you saw before you broke your heart.

Tom was pounding another woman on his desk.

A loud sob ripped from your lips, catching Tom’s attention. The moment you locked eyes with him, you ran off in hurt, disgust, betrayal.

“Y/N, wait!” You heard him call after you.

You didn’t listen. You kept your pace and rushed to back to your vehicle, but you were too late.

“Y/N, please,” Tom’s hand grabbed your wrist.

Quickly, you snatched your arm out of his grip. Looking at him disgusted you. The man you trusted with your life had just cheated on you with some- some- some slut!

“I’m sorry, I- she just offered herself to me, and I haven’t gotten some from you in a while, seeing as you’re so busy now-” he began.

You scoffed, “Don’t blame this on me. Don’t blame it on that girl. This is on you.”

“I know, but I’m sorry. I won’t do it ever again. Just please down leave me, I can’t lose you,” he tried to step closer to you, but you only stepped further away from him.

“Stay away from me,” you hissed, “And besides, you lost me when I saw you fucking that other girl.” You spoke your final words and got into your car, locking it immediately. You could see Tom complaining from the corner of your eye, but you pulled out of the position you were in as fast as you could.

Tom stared longingly at your car as you became a smaller dot the further you drove away.

update! please read ♥︎

hi! so i’m closing my requests because i’ve been getting so many that i can’t keep up with it, but if you really want / can’t control the urge to ask, go ahead and put in your request, just know that i won’t work on it immediately. i also feel terrible for not posting for the past couple of days. even if i do post, it seems that what i’m writing isn’t good enough. i will try my best to improve. i’ve also been very stressed lately with school and homework. i’ve been procrastinating everything, getting too little sleep, and not taking care of my mental and physical health. i know that i sound like i am making excuses, which i am in a way, but i’m also trying to improve.

recently, i’ve been struggling with body positivity and self confidence. though it isn’t severe, i still push myself very hard to slim down my figure by exercising more. my problem with self confidence is a given. i’ve been struggling with it ever since, but now it’s kind of striking hard. as i’ve been saying, i’m taking a math class over the summer to skip to the next class in math, but i’m not doing as well as i would like. i was never terrible at math when i was in school. i always got over A’s. now, i’ve gotten a B- and i’m getting very confused almost all the time. i also get super nervous and stressed when our teacher voluntells people in our class.

if you are worried, don’t be. i’ve been able to reduce my levels of stress and anxiety by enjoying myself with tv shows and movies and games. recently, i watched Red Shoes and the Seven Dwarfs, as well as the tv show/manga Kodocha/Kodomo No Omocha. i recommend you watch Red Shoes and the Seven Dwarfs because of the deep message behind it, even though it’s a children’s movie. as for the games, I’ve gotten back into playing Minecraft. now here me out, i used to play minecraft 24/7 and i quit very suddenly. i don’t remember why, but ever since i began to play it again, i’ve been feeling happier. 

i hope you are all doing great and staying safe back at home! care for yourself, for you should always be your first priority. i love you all!

- m