Yayyyy

this is so fucking cute. i’m totally not crying or anythingggg

he is me.

#He’s just like me fr fr

this is like my favorite read ever

Not Prick | Tom Holland

masterlist found here

pairing - Tom x reader word count - 1,877 warnings - language A/N - for the anon who requested x

summary - A fan gets a little aggressive with Tom at the mall, and he takes it out on the wrong person. But he’s a good guy, and when he realizes his mistake, he’s determined to make up for it.

Tom was having a bad day. There was no rhyme or reason. He was just cranky and tired and wanted to be home. Instead, he was out at the mall with Harrison. Apparently his favorite store was having a sale, and Harrison wanted a new pair of shoes.

“Why don’t you just order them online?” Tom had asked as Harrison all but dragged him out of his apartment.

“I gotta try them on and make sure they look good,” the other argued. Tom rolled his eyes but agreed to go. Now, they were out, and Tom was regretting it.

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this movie is going to ruin me

no but why haven't i seen a single eddie munson/patrick verona comparison yet???

like???? they literally have the same smile.

you give patrick longer hair and they're the same person.

also the obvious parallel between eddie saying "don't you big boy" and patrick saying "I'm sure you've thought about me naked"???

patrick doing his show singing and eddie walking on the cafeteria tables???

bad boys that are actually good guys???

istg i could go on forever.

i love this

Composure

b6: “i think we need some time apart.”

additional request: harry doesn’t know if he wants the relationship anymore

word count: 1,396

playlist: the night we met // all i want

requested by @saultshaker

read more prompt ideas here + request here

He let you decide where to meet up this time. Originally you thought of the library, but it would be too easy for others to eavesdrop. Then the coffee shop, but it was too crowded and you knew all the workers because you went there so often anyway.

You almost ended up settling on the park by your house because hardly anyone ever used it. You understood why—it didn't hold up to the other parks in the area (it was a bit run down to say the least). At this point no place was good enough to have this talk, so every place had an excuse.

So your house it was.

You procrastinated the inevitable conversation while the tone of Harry's voice echoed in your head. Ever since he first mentioned it, you had been on edge and you hated it. You hated how much control he had over your emotions, but that was what love was. Right?

Things had been off for awhile now, but neither of you wanted to acknowledge it. You both went about your days pretending like there wasn't a small voice in the back of your heads questioning everything. You learned to ignore it. You think he did too.

I mean, you loved him—absolutely. And he loved you, too. Neither of you ever doubted the love shared for one another, but that wasn't the point.

You were terrified of losing him. It was a weird trick playing in your head and you didn't understand it. You chalked it up to being in a weird rut which you would eventually come out of. Everyone went through ruts every now and then, but they bounced back. Right?

Harry was going to be there any second as you nervously bounced your leg against the carpet. Your hands crossed in your lap and you stared directly at the door, impatiently waiting. You silently sent a prayer that you would keep your composure and everything would end okay. It had to.

The door rattled, causing your heart to flutter. Immediately, you shot upright out of the couch. You straightened out your clothes with your hands, cleared your throat, and walked closer to the door with unsteady feet.

In the doorframe exposed Harry. His curls didn't look as vibrant and bouncy as they typically did. They laid slack against his forehead, empty of life. You didn't blame them, you felt pretty empty of life yourself.

"Hey," Harry lightly smiled as he walked past you. Your shoulders brushed against each other and the contact felt like it could have left a burn. A burn full of distant memories of him always kissing you when he saw you or pulling you in for a hug when it had been a long time apart. It had been awhile since you experienced that.

"Hey," you finally mustered out. Your tone was faint and you had to clear your throat to gain back some of your confidence.

He sat on the couch with his arms sprawled out along the back. His back was turned to you and you watched him for a moment. Your feet seemed to not want to go forward—it was like they had forgotten how to make basic movements in general.

His head whipped around as he eyed you, prompting you to come sit with him. Suddenly your feet started walking, as if he had more control of your movements than you did.

You sank into the loveseat beside him. For a second you thought about how ironic it was that you were sitting in a loveseat for a conversation that derived from the lack of it—love.

You picked at your nails while you felt his eyes bore into you. You knew someone was going to have to start talking, but you didn't want it to be you. This was his idea anyway.

"Y/N?" He said in a soft tone. Hearing him say your name so solemnly made your nose tickle with the threat of tears. You took a second for that feeling to pass before you looked up.

"Yeah?"

His eyes met yours, almost causing the same tickling feeling to spark back. You kept your composure. Good.

"Listen," he said and averted his attention to his nails.

You watched him as he picked on a hangnail while simultaneously biting at his lip. Your heart felt like it was about to jump out of your chest. It was like you had no idea what he was going to say, but you did at the same time. That feeling was one of the worst feelings you had felt in awhile. It ached.

"You know things haven't been going well recently..." he paused, "Well for awhile actually."

He looked up at you with a changed expression. It was a look you had almost grown accustomed to these past few months. It was an expression full of hopelessness. You still weren't sure if it was hopelessness about himself or your relationship. You could make a good guess though.

You fidgeted in your seat, growing uncomfortable. The silence in between his words felt suffocating. You had never felt so lonely and trapped in your own home.

"I know."

You knelt your head down, shielding your newly-watery eyes from him. The last thing you wanted was for him to notice you getting upset.

Composure. Composure. Composure.

The silence this time lingered the longest of all. It might have been all in your head, but you knew it couldn't have been totally made up. The tension was thick and you just wanted it to all be over with. You wanted you two's old life back when it was full of vigor and exploration. Each day used to bring on new opportunities to get to know one another and experience new things. You guessed it got old, somehow. Maybe the new experience he needed wasn't you anymore. Maybe you were the one that got old this time.

You bit at your lip to fight the quiver. Your vision became blurry at the thought and a singular tear fell down your cheek. You didn't even bother to wipe it away as it splashed on your jeans.

"I think we need some time apart, y/n."

There it was. The words you were dreading to hear, but knew they were coming. You tried your best to prepare for them, but hearing them come out of his mouth—in his voice—couldn't have been prepared for. There was nothing in the world that could have softened that blow.

More tears slid down your cheeks and you wiped them away with your shirt sleeve. You peeked up at him and noticed he wasn't looking at you anymore. You wondered when he decided to look away. Was it when he noticed your tears or before?

"Okay, if that's what you need," you said shakily through tears.

"Please don't cry, y/n. You know we both need it, it's not just me," he said in a hushed tone. Normally his soft whispers helped ease your anxiety, but this time it only seemed to heighten them.

"I just—," you stared at your palms as you tried to spit out the words, "It was supposed to be me and you forever."

A choked cry from the back of your throat slid out. You shot your hand to your mouth to muffle it but it only made you cry harder.

You heard him sigh under his breath, not from annoyance but from his own upsetting feelings. Deep down you knew he was right, he was just the only one who wanted to admit it out loud.

"I'm sorry, I should go."

You didn't say anything. Your face was still partially buried into your palms and your breathing had just now steadied enough to be comprehendible.

You wiped at your eyes before looking up. He had already stood up and he turned to you one last time.

"Goodnight, y/n."

And without another word, he walked out the door. You didn't muffle the cries this time.

Love wasn't supposed to hurt this badly, was it?

Or was that all love was? Painful?

There was one thing you knew for sure though. Every feeling was worth it if it meant it was you and him together in the end. So that was what you were clinging on to for now.

Hope.

i finally watched top gun and now have a new obsession

love this dude

"YOU HAD SEX WITH JEWEL????"

lhh edging u while hes eating u out AND DEGRADING U “look at you puppy… cant stop whining.” “you love when daddy eats your little pussy right?”

One good reason

Warnings: 18+, smut, daddy kink, slight pain kink, slight degrading, edging

part of celebratory LHH concept night

Word count: 1K

Harry loved edging you. You knew that, yet still, somehow, you stupidly always fell for it and ended up a whining, pathetic mess while he had his fun with you.

He always started out promisingly. You even made sure he was properly turned on as well, in hopes that he would give in to his own desire and fuck you sensless, but no, Harry was a huge fan of delayed gratification.

So much so that he took his sweet time, edging you over and over and over again until you got teary eyed.

“Daddy, please…”

“Hush now” his voice had a sharp edge to it. He’d been listening to you whine and pant for the past 40 minutes and you were only getting needier. He hadn’t brought his mouth to your pussy yet, and it was driving you mad. He sat between your legs, slowly teasing your entrance, sliding a finger inside now and then, then retreating it and barely touching your clit as he dragged the wetness around your folds. He’d been doing it for almost an hour and you were ready to beg him to put his mouth on you.

“Please, please, daddy. I can’t take it anymore”

“Oh, my poor baby. You want daddy’s mouth, hm?”

“Yes, please. Please”

“Give me one good reason, and I will”

You threw your head back against the pillow in frustration, wrecking your brain trying to find something he’d get excited about. Not that everything you did didn’t excite Harry, but he was testing your limits now and you were willing to play along. Finally, it came to you. Something Harry had always wanted you to do, but you were just too weary to get yourself to say yes for some reason.

“I’ll sit on your face” your voice barely audible

“What’s that?” he perked up, resting on his elbows

You covered your face “I’ll do it. I’ll sit on your face”

“Argh! Fucking finally!” he groaned, flipping you over and taking your place against the pillow “C’mere, pretty girl. Sit on daddy’s face”

You sighed. You didn’t even know why you were being so apprehensive about this. You were definitely more than adventurous in bed and this was not that big of a deal, but you were somehow afraid of smothering him to death underneath you or something. Yeah, you knew that was highly improbable but you were on the curvy side so that was probably what prompted your apprehension.

You reluctantly scooted up and over his shoulders, thighs on each side of his face as you hovered over him, mindful not to sit on his long hair that was splayed across the pillow. He looked devastatingly handsome when his hair was all wild like that.

“Your tits are fucking perfect from this angle, baby. Love this view. Want you riding my face all the time from now on. C’mon. Lemme have it” he grabbed your thighs, hooking his arms over each and bringing you down against him. You could hear his muffled groan over your own moaning, you were so on edge that the moment he licked a long strip along your folds you thought you were going to come instantaneously “Stop hovering and sit on m’face properly, Y/N. Wanna come or not?”

You whined “But I am…”

He yanked you harder against him until you lost your balance for a moment and fully sat against his hot mouth as your body relaxed fully and your breath caught “Oh God, oh my fucking God!”

Harry went from moving his open mouth back and forth, left to right against you to thrusting his tongue deep inside of you, to then sucking your clit into his mouth like a man starved.

“C’mon” he coaxed, coming up for air and hearing him out of breath did something to you “Who’s a little slut for daddy? Hm? Gonna ride my face, pretty girl? C’mon. Grab my hair” he grabbed your wrists and guided your hands to his hair “Use it for leverage, lemme feel it sting, yeah?”

You nodded from underneath your lashes, seeing him pinned underneath you like that whilst still dominating you was sending you spiraling. You grabbed at his hair and relaxed yourself against his mouth again, feeling his groan vibrate against your clit. You pulled at his hair, as you urged yourself to move against his wet mouth and the sounds were enough to throw you over the edge, let alone the sensation. Harry’s hands went to your ass, guiding it in time with your own movements, letting you set the pace, delivering a swift slap every now and then especially after you yanked on his hair a bit harder.

“Look at you puppy… can’t stop whining. You love it when daddy eats your little pussy, right?”

You nodded frantically, quickening the pace, effectively silencing him as you ground yourself against him even harder, his slight scruff adding just the right bit of sting to the mix.

“There’s my little whore. Look what you’re doing to me. I’m drenched. Got it all over me, got it in m’hair. Gonna come all over daddy’s face, baby? Gonna make a big mess like the filthy slut you are?”

“Yes!” you mewled as he reattached his mouth to you sucking intently and you really dug your nails into his scalp now, making sure to keep his head flush against your cunt. He probably had no way of breathing but you couldn’t care less right then and there, you needed to come, and you needed for it to happen now.

The moment you fell over the edge, you felt him push you even harder against him as your whole body spasmed and he kept lapping up at you all throughout your high as your hands went from his hair to the headboard, trying to hold your limp body upright.

You were both panting heavily by the time you regained your senses and wanted to move aside but he grabbed your hips, holding you firmly in place “Where do you think you’re going? Scoot lower and lemme see you thank daddy properly while I sit and watch” he sent a swift slap to your ass and you watched his hair cling to his face while you mounted him and got right to work.

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A/N: someone pls throw holy water over me. DADDY LHH? 💀💀💀🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

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