Masterlist

Peter Parker 

Tom Holland

Harrison Osterfield

Bucky Barnes 

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Cockwarming

A/N: So i am currently writing the smut prompts but i found this in my drafts and thought that you all would enjoy it!

Summary: You and Peter like trying new things within your sex lives and the new thing that you asked Peter to do drove him wild.

Pairing: Peter parker x reader

Warnings: Smut (it’s FILTHY ya’ll 18+), daddy kink, cockwarming, rough sex, dom!peter, squirting.

Word count: 3k

PLEASE DON’T READ IF UNDER 18

You and Peter have been together for about a year and a half. You two have been intimate on many occasions and are constantly wanting to try something new. So when you went to Peter with the idea of cockwarming he was intrigued by it and wanted to try it.

“What is it?” Peter asks. His back leaned against the sofa, his hand on your thigh, his thumb rubbing soft circles on your exposed skin from the skirt. The T.V on quietly in the background.

You look around in the T.V room to see if anyone is listening, even though you know you have t room to your selfs.

“It’s when I either have your hard cock in my pussy or in my mouth and don’t move, just staying still.” You explain. You pussy throbbing at the thought of it. Peter’s eyes flutter and you can see his cock already starting to get hard under his jeans.

“Okay, I’m down.” He says, his hand moving high up your thigh. “When do you want to do it?” He asks, his sparkling brown eyes on yours.

You lean forward so your lips are just grazing his ear. His hand tightens on your thigh when he feels your hot breath gliding across the shell of his ear.

“We can do it when its movie nigh tonight. I can straddle your lap with your dick inside of me with a blanket covering us, no one will suspect a thing.” You whisper into his ear.

Peter groans at the idea. His hand slides up to cup your hot pussy. You groan in his ear.

“I like that idea and by the looks of it, so do you, baby” Peter purrs. His body leaning closer to capture your earlobe in between his teeth, tugging slightly. Your eyes flutter closed in pleasure. His thumb rubs your clit through your underwear, his lips moving from your ear to placing wet kisses on your neck.

“Uhh- Peter, that feels good,” you moan quietly as to not attract attention.

Peter pats your thigh so you can swing your legs to straddle him. You do so and your pussy is greeted by his hard cock straining against the zipper.

“Fuck, Peter.” You groan, your hips grinding down on him while your hands loop around his neck, his lips capture yours in a hungry kiss, his hands tight on your waist, guiding you on his cock. You break away from the kiss.

“What time does movie night start?” You ask breathlessly. Your hips not losing their momentum.

“At 7:00 and it’s 6:58.” He rasps, his attention focused solely on you.

“Shit. We should try it before everyone gets here to see if it’s something we really want to commit to.” You say, your hips stopping their movement. Peter lets out a whine at the loss of contact.

“Don’t worry baby, you’ll be inside me soon.” You coo.

You get up and take your panties off. You give them to Peter, he immediately puts it in his back pocket. You hear the faint sounds of people talking, getting louder as they approach the room. Both you and Peter’s eyes widen. You quickly grab a blanket and throw it over your shoulder and sit on Peters lap. You hastily unbuckle his jeans and shimmy it, and his boxers, down so his cock can spring free. Without hesitation you slide down on to his hard, pulsing cock.

Your mouth opens and you let out a small whimper as you sink down fully onto his dick. He lets out a groan that makes your pussy clench, his hands tighten their grip on your waist at the movement.

“Fuck y/n. I don’t think I can last a whole movie with your pussy clenching around me and not moving.” Peter groans in your ear.

“You’re going to have to try because once they come in here there is no going back.” You say, leaning forward, the two corners of the blanket in your hands as you loop your arms around Peter’s neck. To others it looks like a cute couple cuddling under a blanket, how wrong they are.

Not long after you get comfortable the rest of the avengers come piling in. You close your eyes, pretending to be asleep, it’s easier to explain why you’re in the position you’re in.

“Is she asleep?” Bucky whispers to Peter, seeing your ‘peaceful’ form on his chest. At this all the avengers quieten their voices and look at you and Peter. Peter’s face going bright red at all the attention. He looks at you before answering, catching on.

“Yeah, she had a long day” Peter replies. His cock so hard and wet and warm inside of you. It’s taking all of his self control to not buck his hips into you and hear you moan and whimper.

“Do you not want to take her to her room?” Sam suggests, sitting down next you and Peter. He was about to answer but you beat him to it.

“No, I want to stay here, I want to listen to the movie.” You mumble, faking as if you’ve just woken up but aren’t ready to be fully awake yet.

Everyone just shrugs their shoulders and leaves you be. They take their seats, Sam and Bucky on the couch you and Peter are currently on and the rest sprinkled around the room. You can feel Peter’s cock stretching you but he wasn’t as hard as he was before. You have to keep him hard until the end of the movie. So you shimmy up a little, your pussy leaking juices as it lifts off Peter’s cock a bit and you move back down again. Peter swallows his moan, his hands moving to your hips and squeezing, pulling you more into his body, your clit rubs onto his pubic bone and you let out a quiet whimper only Peter heard. His cock hard as ever inside of you, paining you that you can move.

“Okay so the choices are Dumbo and Fantasia” Tony says. Great, the shortest and longest Disney movies up as an option. You hope that Dumbo wins.

Half of people said Dumbo and half said Fantasia, the only person that can break the tie is you, so you obviously pick Dumbo because it’s the shortest movie.

The movie starts playing, the lights go down and everyone is munching on popcorn. You start to get desperate for friction now, feeling Peter’s swollen cock throb inside you is driving you crazy. So you ‘adjust’ your sitting position by lifting your ass off your heels and are on your knees, Peter’s dick coming out of you completely, he swallows a groan, making sure that the blanket is covering you both. The others look at you weirdly.

“Stretching my legs.” You explain to them. They nod their head in understanding and go back to the movie.

Once all their attention is away from you, you look down at Peter’s cock in shock. It’s dark red and the veins are bulging more than normal. This doesn’t look right. You lower your hips back onto his shaft with Peter’s help. Both of you stifling your moans. You turn your head away from everyone and whisper into Peter’s ear.

“Babe, your dick doesn’t look right.”

“It hurts really bad baby, I can’t go on for any longer.” He whimpers into your ear, a whimper of pain, not pleasure.

“What do you need, Peter?” You ask, wanting to help.

“I really need to fuck you y/n.” Peter responds, his lips grazing your ear. His voice breaking a little. Your heart both breaks and speeds up. The need in his voice making your core wetter but the breaking of it making your heart shatter.

“Take me to your room and you can do whatever you want to me Peter, go rough because I know you need to.” You whisper into his neck. He lets out a low growl and wraps his arms around your waist.

Your arms hold tighter around Peter’s neck and he stands up, your legs wrapping around his waist, the blanket covering you two completely.

Peter leaves the room without saying anything and rushes to his room, luckily it’s the farthest room.

Once you two are far away enough you drop the blanket and immediately crash your lips onto his. He lets out all the groans that he’s been holding in into your mouth. Peters hands move to under your ass, moving you up and down to get some friction on his throbbing cock. You moan into his mouth. Your hands burying themselves into his curls and pulling gently.

Peter shuts his bedroom door with his foot. He leans down to lay you down onto the bed. He leans up to rip your shirt off, your bra on full display. You sit up to rip his buttons open and slide his shirt down his shoulders. His cock leaves your aching pussy so he can pull down his pants. You look at it and you gasp. It’s worse than before. It looks incredibly angry. The veins bulging our more and turning a light purple.

“Babe,” you say quietly, your eyes still on his raging cock. You can see it throbbing in front of you.

“I guess a con of being Spiderman is that I can’t be hard for too long” He jokes even though you can see how much it’s hurting him. “I really need to be inside you y/n.” He adds pleadingly.

“Of course baby. Do want you need to do. You won’t hurt me.” You say lovingly.

You undo your bra and shimmy out of your skirt. You crawl backwards so your head hits the pillow. Peter follows. You spread your legs wide open, just for him. Ready for him.

Peter settle in-between your legs, placing one leg over his shoulder and the other around his waist, his favourite position. His cock lined up to plunge into your sopping pussy.

“You sure I can go rough baby?” Peter asks. You look him in the eyes, his eyes pleading that you confirm it but he doesn’t want to push your boundaries.

“Yes Peter. Let go.” You say, your hand going up to his bicep.

That was Peter needed to thrust into your pussy. You let out a loud moan as you feel him inside you, filling you up. His hips thrusting hard and fast. His hands come to squeeze your hips. You know it will leave bruises but you couldn’t care right now.

“Fuck baby. You’re so wet and tight. You take my cock so well.” Peter moans out. His one hand sliding up to massage your tit. Even through his sex fogged state he still wants you to enjoy yourself.

“Uh-Uh Peter. Your cock makes me feel so good. You’re doing so good baby. You fuck me so deep.” You moan out, knowing he loves when you talk to him.

“I fucking love you so much baby.” Peter grunts out. His hands now back on your hips. Your hands scratching down his arms.

Even after telling Peter that he can go as rough as he wants to, you can still feel him restraining. He still doesn’t think you want it that rough because he’s scared he’ll hurt you.

“I fucking love you too Pete. Uhuhuh- Fuck me harder baby. I don’t want to walk tomorrow. Give me all you’ve got.” You pant out, a challenge underlining your last sentence.

Peter is skeptical but you nod your head at him. He leans up, taking your legs and putting both of them over his shoulders, leaning down so his hands are beside your head. His hips thrust into you harder and faster. You let out a pornstar moan at the change of speed and him plowing into you. Your hands rake down his back, leaving scratches in their wake.

“ahhhh- Peter! This is how I like it baby! Your cock feels so good inside me.” You shout.

“You take my cock so well baby. Is this how hard you want me to fuck you? Huh, baby? Where you can’t think of anyone else’s name except for mine.” Peter grunts out. His mouth on your neck and chest, leaving hicks wherever his lips touch.

“Peter! Fuck yes!” You scream out at his words with his lips on you. You feel the familiar knot in your stomach. Your hand comes in-between you two and rubs vicious circles on your clit.

“You’re almost there baby, huh? My dick so good you’re gonna squirt for me?” Peter moans out. Slapping your hand away and replacing it with his. Your back arches off the mattress, your nipples taken into Peter’s mouth as he sucks. You scream out his name.

All you can hear is his balls slapping against your ass and the headboard banging against the wall, the dents in the bricks are evident.

“Peter- fuck. I-i’m gonna cum.” You whine. Your hand going into his curls, pushing his head into your chest more.

“Not yet baby, I want us to cum together.” Peter pants out around your nipple. His hand slowing at your clit, prolonging your orgasm.

You lift your head up and suck hickies onto his chest and neck.

“Talk to me y/n.” Peter moans out. His face sweaty and his eyes pleading for a release.

“Fuck- your cock feels so fucking good, so deep in my wet pussy. My pussy is hungry for your cum baby. Only you could ever fuck me this good, Peter.” Your voice scratchy from you moaning and screaming. Peter elicits a loud moan at your words.

They seem to have worked because he rubs your clit faster. You let out a pornographic scream, your walls clenching around Peter’s pulsing hard cock.

“I’m cumming baby, i-i’m cumming.” Peter chocks out. His eyes sealed shut, his eyebrows furrowing, his mouth open and his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. He looks like a sex god. You feel your walls clenching around him. The knot releases in your stomach.

“Me too baby. Me too. Oh fuck! Pete!” You scream out as your orgasm crashes into you like a brick wall. Your juices rushing out of you and onto Peter.

His hips still as he fills you up with his hot cum. His head tilting back letting out the loudest moan you’ve ever heard from him, repeating your name like a mantra. He stays in you for a few moments, emptying himself into you. He lets down your legs gently, they wrap around his waist lazily. You and Peter both panting, chests heaving. He slowly removes himself out of you. You hiss at the emptiness. He lies down next to you, pulling you by the waist closer to him. Your hand rests on his chest.

“That was the hottest thing you’ve ever done baby. Oh my god. You fucking squirted.” Peter croaks out. You giggle at his disbelief, granted you’ve never done it before. When he asked if you were going to squirt he didn’t expect it to be true.

“You fucked me so fucking good baby. Oh my god. It was so hot you going rough.” You gush, your voice breaking because of your loud screams.

“Are you sure I didn’t go too hard y/n? I really did go all out. I’m really sorry. I should have been more gentle, fuck I’m so sorry.” Peter rambles. His brown eyes filled with worry and concern. You take his head in your hands and kiss him softly. His arms pulling you closer into his chest.

“It was amazing baby. I loved every second of it. It was perfect” You say quietly because your voice really was quite sore.

“I’m glad babygirl, I really am. Fuck I can’t even move.” Peter chuckles, you follow with a giggle.

“I’ll be right back baby, I have to clean my cum off you.” You tell him before untangling him from your arms.

You get up on shaky legs and you can already feel the pain that will be full force tomorrow. You enter the connected bathroom and dampen a washcloth. You hobble over to Peter, his eyes closing slightly. You get on the bed, tapping Peters thigh.

“Open up babe.” You say softly. Peter opens his legs for you to clean. You take the washcloth and gently glide it over his thighs and stomach. His dick has softened and looks a lot better than what it did before.

“How are you feeling baby?” You ask him. The cloth finished on him and you moved onto cleaning yourself off.

“I’m feeling a lot better, thank you babe. Now come to bed, I’m sleepy.” Peter grumbles

You toss the dirty washcloth to the side and moved next to Peter, lifting a blanket over the both of you. You nuzzle into his chest, his arms wrapping around you. Your leg thrown over his. Your eyes droop and soon sleep takes over.

                                                         ***

The next morning your eyes flutter open to see Peter looking at you, his brown eyes sparkling in the sunlight. Your hand strokes his cheek, you lean forwards and give him a deep morning kiss.

“Good morning baby.” Peter rasps, his voice rough and deep.

“Good mo-“ you say but the word is cut off. You try again but all that comes out are broken sounds. You look at Peter worried. You really lost your voice from screaming last night.

“Well that’s an ego boost if I’ve ever seen one.” Peter says, smirking at you. You hit his arm playfully. He chuckles at you.

As you stand up the pain between your legs is too much and you sit back down. You try again but it’s too painful to walk. Peter walks around the bed to get to you and kneels down so you can see his eyes.

“You really can’t walk y/n?” He asks, concern swimming in his eyes.

You nod your head yes.

“I’m so sorry baby. Fuck I hurt you. How could I have been so stupid? How could I let myself do that?” Peter scolds himself. You take his hands in yours, bringing it up to your lips and giving it a light kiss.

“I wanted it rough so you gave it to me rough” You whisper bluntly. Whispering seems to make coherent words come out. “I don’t ever want you to be sorry for making me feel good. Ever.” You say, leaning forward and connecting his lips with yours.

Your lips move rhythmically with his, his tongue poking out between your lips. You allow him access immediately. Peter slowly stands up with your lips still attached as he pushes you gently down the mattress, hovering over you. Your hands move to his curls and weave your fingers through them. Peter’s hands move to your hips but you hiss out in pain. Peter stop immediately.

“What? What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong?” Peter asks frantically. You let out a soft giggle.

Peter looks down to your hips and sees purple bruises in the shape of hand marks. His hand marks. He’s horrified with himself. He’s about to jump off of you when you catch his hand, yanking him onto the bed and straddling his waist.

“You will not feel bad for leaving LOVE marks on my body, do you understand Parker?” You whisper yelled at him. “I love these marks and I love the pain in my pussy and I love that my voice is gone. I love it because you did this out of love. You wanted to make me feel good and that is exactly what you did so I never want you to ever look away at the marks that you give me and see them as negative. They are not. They are a sign of how much you care about what I like and what I want in the bedroom.” You finish, taking a breath after your outbreak.

Peter looks up at you with adoration and pulls your head down for another kiss. From that day on, Peter never looked away at the love marks that he gave you.

Spill your guts or fill your guts Pt2

A/N: This post doesn’t carry on from the first part. You can read it either way. I hope you all enjoy!

Summary: You and your ex, Harry Styles, are star guests on James Corden’s game show, Spill your guts or fill your guts. Questions are being asked and tea is being spilt.

Warnings: Sexual innuendos and sexual jokes.

Pairing: tom holland x reader

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You rub your sweating hands together, shaking out the nerves backstage of James Corden’s show. You have been invited to be a guest star on Spill your guts and fill your guts, your heart racing in anxiety about what questions are going to be asked. With your head in the clouds you don’t notice your ex, Harry Styles stop to stand next to you.

“No need to be nervous, it will be fun.” Harry says, trying to calm you down a bit, his hands in his pockets.

You and Harry didn’t leave on bad terms. You both just didn’t feel you were meant to be in a relationship and stayed friends. You still talk to each other regularly and Harry was happy when you told him a year ago that you and Tom Holland got together.

“I’m just scared of what questions are going to be asked.” You chuckle nervously. Harry lets out a small smile.

“It will be fun, trust me. We’re just going to have a good time and if a question gets too much, there will be a disgusting plate food for you to eat instead.” Harry says sarcastically, a wide grin on his face.

“Hilarious.” You say, bumping your elbow into his ribs.

“Now won’t you welcome the stars of the show!” You hear James’ voice from behind the curtain, on the stage.

The stage curtain opens to reveal you and Harry, you both make your way to the table, waving and smiling at cheering fans. You and Harry sit opposite each other while James sits in the middle, directly facing the audience. The smell of the revolting foods makes you gag.

“Welcome y/n y/l/n and Harry Styles to spill your guts or fill your guts, a game show where you will get asked a question and if you don’t want to answer it you will have to eat a disgusting food that is chosen for you.” James explains, a mischievous grin on his face.

“Sounds great” You say with a cringe due to the foods that are in front of you.

“Amazing” Harry states, flicking his eyes over to you.

“Fantastic but before we begin I just wanted to clarify something. You two have dated before correct?” James asks, looking at both you and Harry.

“Yeah, we broke up a year and a bit ago.” You explain, looking at Harry for confirmation, he nods his head.

You hear the crowd “oooo” at the memory of you and Harry being the “Star Couple” in peoples eyes. You shift your body in the seat, crossing one leg over the other, your arms draped over them.

“Alright, let’s begin by showing the people what we’ve got. We have bulls penis, salmon smoothie, cod sperm, ant yoghurt, giant water scorpion, bird saliva, cows blood and pork tongue jelly and finally cows tongue” James explains, earning gags from the crowd and from both you and Harry while James turns the spinning table to show the camera.

“Alright so Harry will ask a question to y/n, y/n will ask me and I will ask you” James said

“I’ll go first.” Harry volunteers. James gestures to the table for him to proceed.

“Y/n, I will give you the cod sperm.” Harry says, you lean forward to smell it and instantly regret your decision, your hand coming up to your nose to block out the smell as best as possible but to no avail.

“How kind of you,” you sass to Harry, he responds with a smirk.

Harry picks up a card and smirks at you, oh no.

“y/n, is Tom a carrot, or a beer can.” Harry reads, the crowd and James gasping and laughing at the question, your eyes wide.

“My parents and Tom watch this show!” You exclaim. You look at the cod sperm and look at Harry, a shit eating grin on his face. You exhale. “I’d have to say he’s a Monster can, not a beer can.” You say so softly that if you weren’t wearing a mic, no one would have heard you.

The crowd gasp and whistle at your answer, Harry and James’ faces are in utter shock. You cover your face in embarrassment just thinking about how much trouble you’re going to get into from Tom.

The questions are asked and foods are eaten with gags coming mostly from you. A question that made your eyes widen and cheeks redden.

“Harry, what to this day still turns you on about y/n?” James reads. The crowd goes insane with gasps and murmurs. Harry looks at you then to the ant yogurt topped with scorpion.

“Pick your words very wisely.” You warn, not wanting to look if Harry chose to answer or not.

Harry takes a minute contemplating what to do. “On a scale of 1-10 how mad will Tom get if I say it.” Harry daringly asks.

“I would say a 7.” You guess. Is he actually going to say something? You never knew he still thought about you that way.

Harry clasps his hands in front of him before taking a deep breath before saying.

“I can take those chances.” He says, looking at your red face before adding “Her rosy red cheeks. It reminds me of what she looks like after-“

“Don’t finish that sentence” You cut in, not wanting to make Tom even more jealous and not wanting to let the whole world know what you look like post-sex.

Harry sends you a smirk, you face burning. James sitting between you two with his mouth hung open.

“I can’t believe you answered that” James said in disbelief. Harry just shrugs his shoulders, a smirk on his face. He spins the table, until it lands on the bird saliva. You gag at the sight of it. You shoot daggers with your eyes to Harry.

He picks up the card and puts it down after skimming it. His cheeks red and an embarrassed smile on his face. Oh no, what is it?

“Y/n” Harry reads, his face still red, your anxiety skyrocketing, “Who is better in bed, me or Tom?” Harry asks, his chest shaking while he laughs. Your mouth falls open, looking behind you for the writer of these questions but luckily for him, he’s no where to be seen.

“Your write and I are going to have a stringily worded chat after this.” You say to James, his mouth open in shock but letting out a loud laugh. The crowd laughs at your mild threat to the writer.

You look at the bird saliva, a whiff of it enters your nose and you almost throw up. Why are you on this show? You hesitate, the crowd getting excited due to the opportunity of you answering the question.

“I can’t answer that.” You exhale, thinking over your options.

“Then drink” Harry says arrogantly, his arms leaning on the table.

“I-I would have to say-“ you cut yourself off, the crowd booing at your change of mind, you give them all a shocked expression at their outburst. You contemplate again about what to do.

“I can’t believe this is happening, y/n, are you going to answer?” James asks in disbelief. Harry and you are probably the best guests he’s had on this show because of all the tea that has been spilt, what is another spilt tea going to do?

“Before I answer I would like to say that there is no drastic difference.” The room so quiet you can hear a pin drop. “I’m sorry Harry but Tom takes the cake for being the best.” The crowd erupts with shocked noises. James’ jaw is on the ground by how wide open it is and Harry’s face is red and embarrassed.

James closes the show for the night, shouting over the crowd.

The only thing that is going through your mind is how Tom will react to everything that was said and his monster dick.

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Protective Tessa

Summary: Tom and You come back from touring the world only to come back to a weird acting Tessa

Warning: None

A/N: I hope you lovelies enjoy it. 😊 

MASTERLIST

You and Tom have been touring around the world for the Spider-Man: Far From Home interviews. It was an amazing experience traveling the world and spending it with someone you love. You, unfortunately, weren't feeling well during the last leg of the tour. Tom wanted to back out seeing his family before going home but you tell him it’s fine and that he should see his family after being away for so long.

The plane landed in London and you and Tom quickly gathered your bags and were off to Tom’s family. Tom rang the doorbell. His mother, Nikki, opened the door to be greeted by her son. A smile appeared on her face, illuminating her features. She embraces him in a tight hug before moving on to you.

“Tommy, (Y/N), come in come in.” She says excitedly, gesturing her hands into her house.

You walk in and are greeted by a very excited Tessa. Tom falls to his knees as starts playing with her. She licks Tom’s face excitedly. She comes in front of you and starts sniffing your pants. Thinking she must be picking up the smells from the airport. She sits in front of you calmly and waits for you to pet her. This is odd considering we were full of excitement with Tom.

Tom and you walk to the kitchen to see the rest of the family, Tessa following close behind. You greet the brothers and Dom with a smile and a wave instead of your usual hugs, due to you feeling very nauseous.

“Are you okay, darling?” Dom asks, noticing your weird behaviour.

“She has been feeling a little unwell recently,” Tom answers for you, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“Oh dear, let me make you some black tea, why don’t you take a seat there, love,” Nikki says, gesturing to the chairs by the kitchen island.

You thank her before you take a seat, Tom taking the seat next to him. Not long after you feel teases head lay on your lap. This took you by surprise because this doesn't happen normally but you pet her head anyway.

“Do you think Tessa’s acting strange?” You whisper to Tom.

“I think she just missed you, she loves you a lot you know,” Tom says, you don’t believe him, somethings definitely up with her.  

“So what’s been up with you (Y/N)?” Harry asks, standing across from you.

“I’ve been feeling very ill. Nothing I eat agrees with me, my body ends up getting rid of it.” You explain. Harry nods understandingly

“If you’re feeling so ill, why are you here and not home?” Sam interjects, standing next to Harry.

“Tom hasn’t seen you guys in a long while, it would be fair on him.” You explain. Nikki delivers you your tea, you thank her again. She smiles back in response.

“That’s grossly sweet,” Harry says, mockingly gagging.

“She’s very sweet,” Tom says, smiling at you. He moves his hand and places it on your thigh, giving it a small squeeze.

Tessa growls at his hand and tries to bite it. Tom rips his hand away in shock. Everyone else is shocked because Tessa doesn't bite at anyone, let alone her owner.

“Wow, what’s up with her?” Harry says, eyes wide.

“I have no idea.” You say, you slowly place your own hand on your thigh, scared she’s going to bite it but she gives it a small lick. Everyone seems to shrug it off and starts talking to Tom about his tour.

You, Tom and his family have moved to sitting outside. Tessa curled u[ by your feet. You talk about the traveling, the interviews, and the sightseeing. You end up finishing your tea in the process. You start feeling the nausea wave approaching.

“If you all will excuse me, I hope you don’t mind me laying down on the couch?” You ask, directing your question towards Nikki and Dom.

“Of course not dear, make yourself comfortable,” Nikki responds, concern evident on her face.

You get up to leave but are stopped by Tom’s hand on your wrist.

“Are you okay, baby?” He asks gently. You give him a small smile.

“Yeah, I just need to lie down for a bit.” You say. Tom nods his head before letting your wrist go.

You walk into the kitchen to place your mug in the sink, Tessa close behind you. You walk to the living room and plop your self on the couch. You make yourself comfortable and take off your shoes. Tessa sits down next to you on the floor.

A few seconds go by when you hear Tessa whining and putting her paw on your leg.

“Oh alright.” You say before removing one of the couch cushions to make space for her by your legs. She hops up and lays down, her head on your stomach.

You start to doze off after a while, Tessa already fast asleep when you hear quiet footsteps enter the room. Your eyes flutter open to see Tom approaching you with a gentle smile. You smile lazily in response.

“Hey, babe, how you feeling?” He whispers. He sits down next to your legs, shaking Tessa a but still asleep.

“I’m feeling better, just a little sleepy after the tea.” You yawn the last bit, stroking his arm gently. He leans down to give you a kiss but it was rudely interrupted by Tessa barking and growling at Tom. Tom flies back and is on his feet in a second. You sit up harshly. Tessa’s body in between you and Tom

“Tessa, what’s up with you?” Tom asks, his eyes wide. Not long after Tom’s family come rushing in, worried as to what Tessa was barking about.

“What’s going on here?” Nikki questions, her expression wild.

“Tessa’s acting weird. She won’t let anyone near me.” You explain. Tessa still protectively in front of you.

“That’s so odd.”

“She’s not normally like this.”

“What’s going on with her.”

“(Y/N), is your period late?”

The last question came to a shock to you when Nikki said it. Everyone’s silent.

“I don’t know. It’s been so busy that I didn’t notice. Why?” You ask, finding the question quite strange.

“Because a friend of mine, her dog wouldn’t let anyone near her, even her own husband and that was how they found out that she was pregnant,” Nikki explains.

“Pregnant? I can’t be.” You say quickly, looking over at Tom’s concerned face.

“Well, it doesn't to check.” Harry pipes up.

“I have a test under the sink, it doesn't hurt to keep one in the house. I still have one leftover from when I was pregnant with Paddy.” Nikki reveals.

“Thank you, Nikki.” You say before getting up and heading to the bathroom.

You follow all the instructions on the packaging and wait for the timer on your phone to beep. After what feels like an hour, the timer goes off. You shakily pick up the test, your stomach turning nervously in your gut.

2 lines.

2. Bold. Lines

It can’t be. I’m not ready to be a mother, am I? This will ruin Tom’s career.  Oh no, what is Tom going to think? Thoughts start swirling around your head. Each one making you more panicked. A knock on the door brings you back to reality.

“Baby? Are you okay?” You hear Toms soft voice on the other side of the door.

“Yeah, I’m coming.” Your voice fails you, only croaks come out.

You open the door with the test in your hands. You walk out to see everyone watching you nervously.

“I’m pregnant.”

The two words erupted tears from Nikki, plastered a big smile on Dom's face, made the twins and Paddy cheer in happiness. Though the only reaction you cared about right now is Tom’s. You look over to see a few tears escape Tom’s eyes.

“Tom-“

“I’m going to be a dad.” He says, taking you by surprise.

“What?” You voice your shock.

“I’m going to be a dad!” Tom shouts, a wide smile on his face. Before you could process anything he lifts you up in his arms. Your legs wrapping around his waist.

“You’re happy? You ask him.

“Of course I am. I know it’s a bit sooner than we expected but it’s everything I’ve ever wanted.” Tom says, his voice raw with emotion. You plant a big kiss on his lips. You’re so happy to be apart of this family.

You could never have thanked Tessa enough for almost biting Tom.