Tom Holland x Reader Imagines

6: Calling Names

If there's one thing that irks Tom, it's being called Spiderling.

Or Spiderboy.

Basically anything he was called in Civil War.

So, what do I do with this info?

Call him names.

"Hey! Spiderling!" I called one day while cleaning the frigging huge apartment.

I could clearly tell Tom had heard me by the loud groan that came from the bedroom over.

"Yes darling?" He answered in an irritable tone.

If there's anyone who can make 'darling' sound irritable, it's Tom Holland.

I smiled to myself as I picked up a SpiderMan mask off the floor. "Come here."

He came running to the room and slowed to a jog when he got to the doorway. "You alright?"

"Yeah, is this yours, Spiderboy?" I tossed it to him.

He caught it. "No, it's Paddy's. And stop calling me that. Please."

I nodded. "Alright Spiderboy."

He groaned a little, reaching for me.

He pulled me to him. "Last time I ask. Stop calling me those names, please. Don't call me Spiderling, or Spiderboy. It's SpiderMan."

I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Of course. Crime Fighting Spider."

He groaned loudly, letting his head fall back.

So I kissed his throat, and he froze.

That means I kept doing it, slowly and softly.

He didn't move at all, accept to tighten his hold on me.

I started laughing in my throat, so he looked down at me. "What's so funny?" He asked in a choked whisper.

I pinched my lips together in a strained smile. "It's cute when you do that. And, that's my reaction too. I freeze."

He rose one eyebrow. "Is that so? Let's find out."

His hand went to one side of my head, slowly applying pressure so I tilted it to the side he pushed it to.

He leaned down, pressing one single kiss to the soft skin below my ear.

I froze, breathing slowing, heart rate increasing.

I could feel him smirking as he did it again.

But I didn't move, I didn't dare to breath incase he stopped.

He noticed, too, and only did so more slowly and softly, putting more of an effort into the sensual side of himself.

One hand holding my neck, the other brushing my hair away.

That gave me goosebumps like nothing ever had.

I noticed he like doing that, causing reactions and goosebumps.

At least, that would explain the constant brushing of the fingers over sensitive skin and the slow kisses to my hand or arm.

But this was new territory.

And I got the feeling he'd be doing it some more, judging by the grin he had between kisses.

I, by looking over his shoulder, saw Harrison smirking.

I pretended not to, but he kept watching. "T-Tom, Harrison's watching," I managed to breathe out.

He stopped, looking behind him with raised eyebrows.

Harrison jumped a little, waving and nodding his head.

Tom rolled his eyes. "He's not going to move unless we do."

I reached to the side, hooking the door and swinging it shut behind him. "There. Problem solved."

He winked at me before lifting me off my feet bridal-style. "One problem solved."

I looked at him, confused. "What's the other?"

He looked to the end of the room. "Well, the other problem is that I got interrupted."

"Oh, then by all means," I said with a grin as he plopped me onto the bed. "Finish what you started, SpiderMan."

He rolled his head around in a goofy way. "That's a good girl."

I squealed as he propped himself over me. 

"And there's one more." He leaned away again.

I frowned. "What?"

"Name calling." 

I snorted. "I'll stick to SpiderMan. Or Mr. Holland."

"Then can I call you Mrs. Holland?" He rose an eyebrow.

I nodded enthusiastically. "Hell yeah."

He smiled widely, and triumphantly. "Where was I?"

"Right about here."