#tom holland sleepover

[annab-nana]

Hi Anna, I hope I am not too late to request “I wish we could live together already.” prompt with Tom Holland ;)

omg yes, here you go angel :)

warnings: not proofread, use of pet names (darling)

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"thank you for coming," tom whispered into the darkness that surrounded you two. "you have no idea how much i was missing you. sam thought i might go crazy when he came a couple of weeks ago."

your smile widened against the fabric of his shirt as you snuggled further into his chest.

"honestly, so was i, but it's only three more weeks after i leave, right?"

"supposed to be, yeah." the way he said that made you think it could possibly be a bit longer so you didn't press the subject.

being in his arms made you realize just how much you'd longed to be there since he left for filming. he started nearly five months ago. he visited you after the first month when his schedule cleared a little bit. you'd planned to come to him a few weeks after his visit, but the week leading up to it, two people in your department at work quit with no warning, leaving you with all the work to do by yourself.

you were devastated that you couldn't see tom, but he assured you that it was alright. he was too busy with filming anyway, so there wouldn't have been a lot of time spent together. you got a good pay raise out of it so that was a plus. it took them a while to find replacements and when they did, you had to do a lot to help train them, but now, you could finally take a bit of a break.

you squeezed your arms tighter around him and tried to be even closer to him though it was almost impossible. "i missed you so much. i wish i could be with you all the time."

tom smiled and pressed a kiss to your head. "me too, darling."

after a good bout of silence of just you and tom lying together in his bed, tom muttered the words, "i wish we could live together already."

he thought you were already asleep, if not close to it, so when you lifted your head to look at him, you heard his small but quick intake of breath.

"why can't we?" you suggested.

"i-" he paused to ponder it. "i don't know. i just figured with me traveling so much, it wouldn't make a lot of sense and you already live so close to your job. it's logical you'd want to stay there and i don't want to pull you from there, but i want to stay living near my family and-"

"tom?" you called, pausing his speech so you could speak. "yes, you travel a lot, but after each trip, you'd be coming home to me. yeah, my job is close to where i work, but i don't mind a longer commute or even looking for another job if that means i get to live with you. and i love your family, so being close to them would be good for me too. tom, i love you and you are my home, so if you're serious about living together, then i am too."

though it was difficult to see in the dark, his smile was always hard to miss. "have i mentioned how much i love you?"

you giggled before pressing your lips to his in a quick peck. "you may have mentioned it once or twice."

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[sourholland]

Would you possibly consider writing a little blurb for the sleepover on reader and Tom from royal inconvenience 🥹

A Royal Convenience || Tom Holland

a royal convenience blurb - i highly suggest reading the series before this!

my spring sleepover

Both you and Tom lay wrapped in each other’s arms soundly, dozing off to the sound of the staff scampering around the palace outside of your bedroom door. He ran his fingers through your hair mindlessly as you began to breathe heavier and more even. Eventually, he’d completely fallen victim to exhaustion as well.

Neither of you would ever understand how so many royals slept in different beds from their spouses. From the night you were first married and onwards, neither of you had been without the other unless Tom was out of Buckingham Palace on business.

It was always just the most comfortable method of sleep, tangled up in the other’s limbs. Despite Tom’s drooling and your low snores, you both loved the other’s touch so much that you could look past this.

In the late hours of your sleep, the noise of two little feet could be heard running down the corridor of the palace. Very few candles remained lit, yet he came barreling towards the door of your bedroom. A low creaking noise could be heard from your door, making you blink a few times.

“Mummy,” James whispered, shutting the door behind him.

At only four, James had discovered that by coming into your room in the wee hours of the night and climbing under the duvet from the bottom of the bed, he was in good shape to get cuddled by mum.

“Come here, darling,” you yawned.

James climbed up the bed and wrapped his arms around your body, nuzzling his head into your hair and kissing the side of your face in adoration. Tom awoke in confusion, realizing it was only his youngest son in the bed with them. He leaned over and kissed you chastely, running a hand down James’s back.

“What’s wrong, Jamie?” He whispered. “Are you still having night terrors?”

James nodded into your hair, holding you tighter as you rocked him a bit. Tom rubbed his eyes, running a hand through his disheveled hair. One thing you were grateful of was that Tom had never tried to make your sons feel bad for expressing emotions as his father once did to him. Tom let them be open and honest about how they felt.

“That’s alright, love,” he told James with a small smile that could hardly be seen in the dark. “You just sleep in here tonight.”

[hollandsangel]

Oh my goodness, Tom and #22 from the fluff prompts. I’m always so cold!! 💕

join the sleepover!

first ask of the sleepover!! here we go <3

#22 "your hands are colder than the one time i lost a bet and i had to stick my hand into the snow for five minutes."

you feel you phone ding in your pocket but don’t bother to pull it out, drink tray and pizza box balanced in your hand as you rush down the street. it’s rainy in kingston, has been all weekend and you’re worried the downpour will soak through your laptop bag.

you feel the buzz in your coat one more time, but it’s overpowered the shiver that crawls up your spine. you can finally see the house come into view and the relief that floods you nearly mimics warmth. it’s shortlived though, as you remember you’ll have to dig through your tote for your keys. you silently curse yourself for your sheer number of bags and unfree hands.

the steps have darkend from the rain pelting at the concrete and your sneakers have soaked through just a tad, leaving your soaks just damp enough to be uncomfortable. the porch light is on, and you can’t remember if you left it on before you left or if maybe tom’s home now and flicked it on for you. a quick try of the door proves your boyfriend is still out, and you think he was probably the reason for you phone buzzing earlier.

it’s a balancing game as you search for the house keys, finally finding them in the pocket of your hoodie under your buttoned up jacket, pizza box teetering on the hand rail and drink tray precariously held in your shaking hand when the key ultimately makes it into the lock.

the house is warm upone entry, and you try your hardest to shrug off all your layers as quickly as possible, rubbing your hands together in hopes of regaining feelings in your fingers. once the food has made it onto the counter and you’d gotten into new socks (and a pair of tom’s sweats) you check you phone. 

are you still grabbing food? i’ve got haz and the twins now i can come pick you up

tuwaine said he’d meet us at the house

are you walking? it’s bloody cold

you laugh a bit at the inconvenient timing because you would have really loved a ride. just as you go to try and respond, you hear familiar voices outside, arguing over something through laughter.

“when was the last time you bought an umbrella?”

 it’s tom, he’s the first to walk through the door, followed by sam who counters back with, “yeah, har, i don’t think i’ve ever seen you with one.”

when you turn to greet them, you catch a glimpse of harry’s frizzy hair and unimpressed pout, clearly annoyed with his brothers, “i don’t wanna talk about this anymore,” he huffs, closing the door with a hearty shove. harrison just snickers and musses up harry’s hair a bit more.

“darling!” tom disregards his younger brother, shoes coming off and halfharzardly left on the mat by the door as he waltzes into the kitchen and kisses your cheek, “you didn’t answer my texts, you just get home?” he asks, peering over his shoulder at you while taking everyone’s drinks from the tray.

“yeah, i just walked, my hands were super full,” you explain, smiling as he passes you your hot chocolate, “besides, i think my hands were too frozen to type,” you mumble, bringing the cup to blow on the steaming liquid.

tom sets his own cup down and reaches for your hands, frowning when englufs them in his own, "your hands are colder than the one time i lost a bet and had to stick my hand into the snow for five minutes."

“yeah, i still can’t believe they let you back into canada after that trip,” you tease back, grinning as he kisses your knuckles.

harrison chuckles over the rim of his drink, staring down at his phone, “i don’t think we’ll ever be allowed back in that bar.”

[tom-whore-dleston]

Goth Farmer

Goth: horror themes, mysterious and dark, mysterious Farmer: rural, tractors and machinery, animals, traditional

Here is my submission for @the-slumberparty's What's Your Aesthetic graphic challenge. I can't believe the slumber party is slowly coming to an end 🥺🥺 I've been having such a blast connecting with so many kind and talented creators while getting back in the writing groove. I am already looking forward to the next slumber party 😊😊

For this challenge, I got goth farmer and immediately thought of Arvin Russel. It was easy since The Devil All the Time already has southern gothic themes.

[themorningsunshine]

Morning by the sea

Moodboard masterlist

Pairing - Peter Parker x f!reader

This is my second entry for @the-slumberparty​ ‘s Week 3 Creator event : Artistic Liberty  

I have combined two prompts - Morning and sea (Because who doesn’t want to sit at the beach and watch the sunset with the person you love, right?)

[lnfours]

toms-gf summertime sleepover

hey everyone! to celebrate 9.2k, and to have a little fun this summer, im hosting a sleepover event!

what is a sleepover?

it’s where you guys send me asks of your choosing from the list below and i answer them! it’s a fun way of hanging out, writing things for you guys, and getting to know each other :)

before we get started, you can find the list of people i write for as well as my blog rules here!

here’s the list of things you can send in!

send in a 🐚 for an imagine request

send in a ☀️ for a song off of my playlist

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send in a 🕶️ and a question from this list for my honest answer

the sleepover starts right now (10:50am EST, july 8th) and will go on until 9:00pm EST tonight!

see you all soon <33

[f10werfae]

Titty Comfort

pairing: Frat!Tom Holland x Girlfriend!Reader

summary: When Tom can’t fall asleep, he turns to his girlfriend’s breasts for a lot of comfort (Breast play) (lowkey subby tom?)

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated/ Disclaimer 18+

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“C’mere love, need you closer” Tom whined, his arms wrapped around the woman in his arms, his semi-hardened cock resting against her ass cheeks. “How much closer do you need baby? we’re already spooning naked” Y/n giggled shuffling up against his cock, his hands situated on her warm tits, squeezing and kneading them every so often; coaxing small whines and whimpers from her lips which were currently swollen due to their sleepy, sloppy make out session.

Tom only whined in response, tugging on her perked up and hardened nipples, nuzzling his face into her neck, kissing and licking at the coconut scented flesh. This whole relationship started when Tom had walked into his bedroom during one of their crazy frat parties, to see a sleepy Y/n nuzzling and cuddling herself into his spider-man bedsheets. Granted he didn’t know the girl but he had a sudden urge to protect her, knowing damn well that he would now protect his sacred bedroom with his life due to the sleeping angel right in his bed.

“Oh- oh shit- you must own this room huh?” Y/n shot up, her eyes glazed and lazy, still holding Tom’s pillow in between her arms to hug it dearly. “I- uh got a bit tired and I was told I could take a room by David, who is currently busy eating my friend’s face off” She chuckled explaining why she was suddenly in his bed, of course David the head frat brother would say something like that, inconsiderate arsehole. “O-oh no sure it’s okay, I guess, just a bit shocked love. You can stay” He laughed walking closer, “We can share the bed if you want?” She smiled gleaming up at him, her arms inviting as she opened up the blankets showing a space just for him, who the fuck was this girl?

Well Tom soon found out the day after when he woke up to a (colour) headed girl on his chest, her body still clad in her dress, her legs intertwined with his as she tried to hug herself further into his warm wide chest. His own arms tugged around her too. Her name was Y/n L/n, she was taking a completely different major from him, which explained why he had never seen her before. She was outgoing, confident and not afraid to get things her way. Had he really just slept with (literally) some girl who he found already snoozing in his bed? Yes, yes he did and he wasn’t going to regret it one bit.

Now two months later, the once infamous frat boy on campus had been tied down to the one and only Y/n L/n; whenever they are on campus their hands are permanently intertwined, his head seen to be dipping down and whispering filthy and sweet things in her ears to make her laugh bashfully and hit his chest. With some people even commenting that he had heard him say that he “couldn’t wait to take her ass tonight”

Any chance he’d get he would walk her to her classes, choosing to hold her books and even like right now, missing out on his own frat activities to instead sleepover at her cozy little dorm room. Now decorated with a multitude of their polaroids together on her wall, some being a little inappropriate considering the nudity, but who else was going to see them?

“You keep tossin’ n’ turnin’ honey, are you feeling alright?” She frowned turning around in his arms, his hands slipping to her waist, her chest flushed against his as he felt her hardened nipples against his skin; Jesus how did he bag someone as gorgeous as her? His lips raining kisses all over her face, feeling her breath quicken and shake each time he got closer to her sweet spot, which already had hickies littering the length of it. “Just feeling a bit restless baby, nothin’ for you to worry about, pretty” He smiled finally kissing her nose, watching it wrinkle adorably in response before she leant in and pressed a featherlight kiss to his pink lips, not one full of lust but one full of adoration and passion for the man right in front of her. The man who showed her what love was, and how to love in such a short amount of time.

“But it is for me to worry about, I want you soft and snuggly with me, sleepy and hazy whike being undeniably horny” She laughed nudging his nose with hers, his lips pouting out to kiss hers lightly again, his hands groping her breasts tightly in his palm; she knew what he wanted, no, needed. Whenever Tom found himself needing comfort or some sensual loving, he turned to his lover’s breasts, suddenly finding them the most alluring thing in the world.

“Can I uh- ya know, play with them a little?” He whispered just staring at them blatantly, smiling childishly when Y/n replied, “Of course you can baby, they’re all yours babyboy” She giggled kissing the corner of his lips, noticing how his eyes were just fully trained on her tits more than anything else. Shifting herself up a little, he started moving her warm fleshy tits in circular motions, his lips greedily licking and sucking on the flesh surrounding her areola and nipples. Y/n’s fingers raked though his brown curls gently, planting small kisses to his hairline, her lips pulled into a small smile; Tom sat with his eyes closed fully enjoying sucking and pulling at her tits.

His tongue licking a stripe up the underside of her boob until he reached her nipple, wrapping his mouth around it like a suction, suckling on it affectionately; his eyes closed calmly. “You taste so good baby angel” He whispered kissing each of her nipples lovingly, letting his lips collect spit before dribbling it onto her hardened buds, lubing them up with his tongues flicking at them softly. “Thank you honey bun, even used some of that new body wash ya got me for no reason” She moaned out half asleep, Tom’s suckling had calmed her to a point of sleep, her eyes threatening to close any second now. The sound of Tom’s hums and his tongue flicking, giving a weird sense of a comforting atmosphere.

“Well it was in your wishlist and you told me your wishlist was empty” Tom hummed annoyed, shoving his face between her breasts, kissing the valley of her tits; knowing damn well he made it his responsibility to make sure everything in her basket was bought on a weekly basis. “Your tits are beautiful Y/n, not in a sexual way, but the fact they’re part of you just makes them so sexy”

He spent the next 15-20 minutes just loving and kissing on her breasts, her other hand softly pumping his limp cock, not with the intention of getting his hard but with the intention of showing him the same type of affection he was showing her. Undivided unconditional attention.

“hmm” Y/n hummed turning her head to the side, her hands dropped to rubbing his back soothingly, her nails raking up and down slowly. “You sleepy love? Want me to put the girls away?” He questioned pulling away from her tits with a pop, looking up at her with a crazy type of love, a love they both knew would never burn out. “No no keep going hun, feels good n’ warm” She yawned letting her eyes close for the final time that night, her hands resting on his back as he continued his own adventure. His lips licking, kissing and sucking on her tits until he himself, fell asleep undoubtably with her tit in his mouth; like a lovesick idiot.

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PSA: Sorry this was short but I found it so cute and lovey!! Just a bit of comfort for those who are going through finals/any tough situations

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[spidey-webz]

peter parker masterlist

some of these are andrew!peter, but i primarily write for tom holland's peter parker! if no other peter is indicated, it's tom holland's portrayal

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✦ – contains smut

✧. ┊ DRABBLES

Lost and Found (Andrew!Peter)

Peter lost you. When he finds you again, he can't believe his eyes...

New Neighbour

Your neighbour keeps you up all night – just not in the way you expected.

A bunch of coincidences (Andrew!Peter)

What are the odds to end up in a different New York where your brother acts strangely and you find a different, quite attractive, version of yourself? (Spider-Woman reader)

Reminder of her (Andrew!Peter)

You are Peter's best fried, yet he isn't the one to save you from the fall...

Giving Peter his first blowjob ✦

Self-explanatory

✧. ┊ ONE SHOTS

Red

You and Peter decide to end your relationship since your lives grew to be too different. But it's too hard to forget him. Part of the Red Anthology

✧. ┊ HEADCANONS

Peter being a dad (Andrew!Peter)

Spider-Woman!Reader learning about her powers from the other Spider-Men (platonic)

Nerding with Peter (Andrew!Peter)

Going to prom with boyfriend!Peter

Sleepover with boyfriend!Peter

[ao3feed-irondadspiderson]

Day Seven: Borrowed Hoodie

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58821154 by OBlossom “Hilarious, Happy,” Nat scowled at him as he turned to join her, then turned to sneeze into her elbow, “Just my luck, I can survive going head to head with seventeen HYDRA agents at the same time while trapped together in an underground bunker, but can’t fight off the cooties of a snot-ridden toddler with no sense of sneeze etiquette while on a layover in Germany.” The normally stoic Happy grimaced at her description. “Kids are pretty gross. Is there anything that you need me to send out for? I can send one of the newbies on a pharmacy run for you if you want.” “I’m fine.” Nat insisted. “So if there is nothing pressing to deal with security-wise, I’m going to go upstairs, finally crawl into my own bed, and sleep until this disgustingness has left me.” “Well, I should warn you, then” Happy looked uncomfortable, “— if we’re gonna bring up kids and staying at the tower—that Peter Parker is spending the weekend with Tony, so you’ll probably be running into him at some point.” Nat stopped dead in her tracks and dropped her head in defeat. “Spider-Man is having a sleepover with Tony? Seriously?” Words: 2471, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 7 of Sicktember 2024 Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Black Widow (Movie 2021) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Happy Hogan, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Peter Parker, Tony Stark Relationships: Happy Hogan & Natasha Romanov, Peter Parker & Tony Stark Additional Tags: Sicktember 2024, Day 7, Borrowed Hoodie, Nat and Happy are friends, Sick Natasha Romanov, Natasha Romanov Needs a Hug, Natasha Romanov & Tony Stark Friendship, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Precious Peter Parker, Protective Tony Stark, Tony Stark Has A Heart read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/58821154

[annab-nana]

“Hiding/hoping not to be caught kiss” w tom 🤲🏼

he so would do this, that cheeky guy

warnings: not proofread

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tom hated to say it, but it was true. he was horrible at secrets. he just could not keep it under wraps, too excited to tell someone about whatever it was. you didn't mind it as you were always the one he told everything to. every movie spoiler known to him has hit your ears at least once.

it was only an issue when you were the one he was keeping the surprise from.

you'd offhandedly mentioned that you had never had a surprise party. naturally, tom made it his mission to make sure you had one. you'd just gotten a promotion at your job and your birthday was in a few days, so tonight was the night tom picked to throw the party.

you were supposed to be out for most of the day, but the rain kind of put a damper on your plans so you came home early, earlier than tom had expected. as soon as he heard the front door open, he popped his head out into the hallway, expecting sam or harry, but seeing you.

"heyyy, baby," he greeted, stepping back in the kitchen to set something down before walking over to you, "i thought you were going to be out with mia all day."

"i was, but," you paused as you shucked off your shoes and rid yourself of your raincoat, "the rain happened and she got a text from chris saying that he thought micah was starting to get sick and you know how much she worries about that boy."

"yeah," tom agreed while leaning against the wall a little too stiffly.

"so we're probably just gonna push off our girl's day to next week." you tried to make your way further inside, but tom moved to stand up fully sort of in your way. there was something about the way he was looking at you that was unusual, but you couldn't quite put your finger on it.

a small smile tugged at his lips. "come here," he whispered softly, arms open for you to walk into. your hands clasped together at the small of his back before his gentle lips came to meet yours. thinking this was just a small greeting kiss, you pulled away and tried to move further down the hall. tom, however, groaned dramatically and held you tighter. "don't leave me just yet."

you couldn't fight off your growing grin and pressed a kiss to his lips once more. he pushed it further in passion, letting his hands cup your cheeks and hold you close. while walking backward, he kept his face on yours and hoped you wouldn't look over into the kitchen.

and you wouldn't have too, if he wasn't too clumsy and tripped over his own feet, falling backward and taking you with him.

"are you okay?" you asked as a smile pulled at your lips when you pulled your head up from his chest to look at him.

before he could respond, he saw your head tilting to the side in the direction of the kitchen and sprung to action.

"you know what?" he prefaced, your eyes meeting his again, "my head does kinda hurt."

the corners of your mouth turned down into a frown. "wanna go lay down?"

"yeah."

getting off of him so he could stand up, you noticed something out of the corner of your eye, something shiny, and went to look at it. tom's lips on yours stopped you though.

"what," his mouth connecting with yours paused your query, "has gotten," another kiss, "into you to-today?"

"nothing," he muttered against your lips, "can't i just love you?"

"why do i feel like you're hiding something from me?"

he closed his eyes in minor defeat before resting his forehead on yours. "you are impossible to surprise, you know that?"

your light chuckle sounded in the air. "no sweetheart, i think you are impossible at keeping things in." he dropped his head to your shoulder and groaned dramatically. "look, i can go wherever you need me to so you can keep doing whatever you're doing so secretively," you emphasized to mess with him, "and i promise i'll be the most shocked and surprised girl you've ever seen when i come back, okay?"

tom lifted his head to meet your eyes. "you don't have to."

"i want to."

"but you already know that i'm surprising you."

you dropped your jaw in faux shock. "you're surprising me?"

"stop," he whined with a giggle.

"what? i have to get my practice in for the real surprise."

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Movie Night

pairing: tom holland x reader

synopsis: in which you and tom decide to take advantage of your very first movie night all alone

warnings: smut, fingering, masterbation, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy), riding, literally pure filth

word count: 4.8k

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The sun was setting outside the window of the living room as you lay down blankets on the sofa and set up pillows for you and Tom’s nightly movie night, setting the late night scene with the new absence of light. Ever since the COVID epidemic had begun and you moved in with the Hollands to avoid quarantining alone, you started the already classic tradition where one of the five of you would get to choose a different movie every night and watch it as a family in the living room, adding in blankets and pillows to make it one big sleepover party on Fridays. With Nikki, Dom, Sam, and Paddy living away in a separate house, movie nights usually consisted of you, your boyfriend Tom, his brother Harry, and of course his best friends Harrison and Tuwaine. Usually you would have some help with putting together a comfy place for you all to relax, but there was just one key difference with tonight’s movie night; you and Tom would be watching it alone. After the last Friday movie night, a few of you started feeling a little under the weather, Harry Tuwaine and Harry with a terrible cough and lack of smell while you and Tom felt fine. Immediately you all rushed to take COVID tests and as suspected, you and Tom were both negative, but Harry, Tuwaine, and Harrison all tested positive for the virus and were really starting to feel the symptoms. With masks strapped to your faces, you all returned home, split up the house, and agreed that until the boys got over the virus, you and Tom would be their prime care takers and have to cancel all movie nights until further notice. Your domain to share with Tom consisted of the downstairs area, anything from the kitchen to the living room and the master bedroom you had been sharing with Tom since your arrival. Meanwhile, the sick boys were all instructed to stay upstairs where they had to share two bedrooms between the three of them as well as a single TV compared to you and Tom’s two TVs. Along with feeling bad for the sickly boys, you were sad about missing movie night until it came to your attention after several FaceTime calls and other online interactions with the boys upstairs that movies on Disney+ could be streamed at the same time on separate devices. Needless to say, you got right down to business and spent the rest of the week planning and strategizing how you could do a movie night together, yet apart. By the time Friday came, you had it all together. The boys upstairs would be watching it on their TV while you and Tom would watch it in the living room where you usually would. Tom had dug up old walkie-talkies from when he and his brothers were little and managed to get them working again, tossing one up to the boys so you could converse with each other without is desired. “Tom!” you shout. “Living room’s ready!” Your boyfriend walks out from the kitchen where he had been preparing snacks for the boys, a big metal bowl of popcorn in hand as he smiles at you. “Right love, I’m just going to get this up to the boys, make sure they’re ready, and we can start it up.” “Sounds good.” you confirm, leaving briefly to change into your pajamas. When you return, you spot Tom sitting upon the couch, the lights off and the movie paused on the TV as he waits for you. The walkie-talkie for you both lies on the coffee table, supported by a stack of books so that it is easy to reach and upright. You take in the setting, beaming at Tom until you notice something. You would have missed it if you hadn't taken the time to look around at the dimly lit scene. Your boyfriend sits on the sofa, his legs propped up on the leg rest, partially covered by one of your fuzzy blankets, his pajama pants peeking out from the bottom where the fabric ends at his feet, but completely bare on the top. From the moment you moved in, you knew new boundaries would have to be set for you and Tom when it came down to your intimate life as a couple. It was easier when one of you was staying at the other's flat, alone in the dignity of your own space to do whatever you pleased, but now, with others present, you both had to accept that for the comfort of your housemates, you could not be as active. It wasn’t long after when you figured out that having him less made you want him more and Tom felt the same went for you. In the past three months of the pandemic, you had been completely satisfied only twice, you both resorting to only short sessions that were sustainable, but never filling. Though you loved living with all the boys and could function fine without your fair share of Tom, you still desired him and how here he was, half naked and tempting. At first it’s just his shoulders, the blanket hiding what you know to be his perfectly sculpted chest and torso which allows you some peace of mind. You step closer to him, convincing yourself that his lack of coverage does not change your desire to watch the movie instead of doing something (or someone) else until he lifts up the blanket, showing off his abs that flex in light glimmer from the TV as his arms outstretched, gesturing for you to sit with him. You hesitate, not because you wish to sit apart from him, but because you’d rather do more than just cuddling. His bare skin is enticing. You start to crave his touch, not the tender type, but the kind that leaves you panting out of exhaustion. Your lascivious thoughts become increasingly worse as you are reminded of the lack of intimacy you two have been allowed lately with his brothers around. The very same brothers that are under strict instructions not to leave the upstairs area where they have a horrible view of the downstairs living room. It’s too perfect. “C’mere,” Tom requests, motioning for you to join him. You do as is asked of you, taking a seat on his lap as he wraps the blanket around his shoulder and the both of you, nesting his chin into the crook of your neck and his arms around your waist as he pecks you on the corner of your lips. You shudder. “You cold, love?” he asks out of loving concern. You answer honestly. “Not in the slightest.” Before he’s able to ask you to elaborate, static plays from walkie-talkie as Harry’s voice rings through it. “Are you guys ready yet?” Tom reaches over to the old toy and presses the reply button as he speaks into it “Yep, we’re starting it…now.” He paused to play the movie, simultaneously setting the walkie-talkie down. It had only been playing for five minutes, but you were gone. You were watching it, but you were definitely not paying attention as every word that left the character’s mouths flew in one of your ears and out the other. You were much more focused on something else as Tom’s hot breath fanned over your neck causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. His hands rest on your stomach, much too close to where you want them to be and his thighs were beneath you, only separated by yours and his pajama pants barrier, something that could be so easily removed. Your core is on fire, inflamed from the intensity of your desires. You have to fix it, you need friction, you need contact, you need him. “Tom” you breathe. At the sound of his name, your boyfriend plants a lengthy peck on your cheek. “What’s up love?” he whispers in your ear. You feel your cheeks heat up, his voice adding to the discomfort of not having him already. “I can’t watch this anymore.” Tom recognizes your tone of voice, needy and whiny, he knows what you want as his hands move to your hips to help turn you ever so slightly on his, just enough that you can see his face. His head leans into yours so that you can feel his breath on your lips, his words quiet as he whispers to you. “What do you want?” Your eyes shut and your lips part as his hands move up, his fingers spread as he feels as much of you as he possibly can. “You want me to touch you? To make you feel good? It’s that it, darling?” His hands dip under your shirt as they continue to ascend to the crease beneath your breast where your bra begins to cover you. “God, yes” you moan, leaning into him. He chuckled at your urgency, his thumbs tucking under the cuff of your breast while his lips, feather soft, meet yours in a kiss for what feels like less than a second. “Too bad I have to watch the movie.” His hands leave your skin and he leans back into the sofa, leaving you hot and bothered on his lap, your eyes widening in shock. “You fucking tease,” you gently shove him in return before standing up to leave, heading in the direction of your bedroom. “I guess I’ll just take care of it myself.” You don’t make it much further before Tom reaches and pulls you back to him, settling you back down until you're on his lap again, the blanket discarded and now beneath the two of you. “Oh babe, I’m messing with you. I never said I couldn’t multitask.” You tense into his lap as he leans into your neck, adjusting your body so that you’re facing the television as his lips meet your skin once more. His head moves up as he kisses you again, this time closer to your ear, just at the beginning of your jawline. He kisses you again in the same spot, then again a bit lower, and then again without any gain in pressure or intensity. His hands grip onto your hips as he handles you gently, as if you’re a ceramic work of art. Your skin burns where his lips have been. He elicits a moan from you, desperate as you are to have him already. You need more. Instead, he lifts his head once more and ceases from kissing you as his lips brush against the shell of your ear, shushing you softly. “Quiet darling,” he whispers as his right hand leaves your waist. “We don’t want the boys to hear us, don’t we? You know Harry, he’s already suspicious of us. Imagine if we didn’t win trivia tomorrow. He’d figure us out.” Of course, Harry’s trivia. You’d forgotten. Trivia night referred to the first few minutes of each evening’s movie night where Harry would ask a few questions relating to the previously watched movie and at the end of the week, whoever answered the most correctly won bragging rights and occasionally a sweet of some sort. No one was keen to the idea, but you knew it made Harry happy and as you all had nothing better to do, it soon became as traditional as watching the movie. As there were four of you, it was only natural that you all teamed up; Harrison with Tuwaine and you with Tom. Being extreme movie buffs from months on sets together and as the unhealthily competitive people you were, you and Tom had gotten used to winning every single week. You nod, agreeing that it would in fact be strange if you and Tom didn’t win as per usual, but then again, you much prefer having him over bragging rights. You don’t give a verbal response, but Tom takes your silence, your lack of any sort of erotic sound, as a sign to keep going. You keep your eyes on the screen, as Tom presses another kiss to the side of your neck, his lips lingering this time as you feel his right hand again, stroking your arm as he massages your bicep to help you relax. You sigh into his touch. Encouraged, he lowers his hand, moving from your arm to your waist as he peppers more kisses on your neck. You feel his middle finger dip beneath the elastic of your pajama pants and raise the hem above your skin before letting it snap back into place, He starts to ease it down with one of his hands while the other reaches around you to keep you steady, inching its way under your shirt to rest on the upper part of your abdomen. He kisses you gently, every few seconds or so, careful to not overstimulate you right away. But you’re much too eager to have a slow sensual session as you reach down and help him lower your pants. His hand parts from your skin and grabs your wrist, gently bringing it back up. “Patience darling. I can’t have you coming too fast now can I?” “Just get to it.” He listens to you, peeling off your pants until they’re on a crumpled pile on the floor and his hand is back on you. He strokes your arms again, his finger grabbing yours as he directs them down. “If you want to make it faster, you’re going to have to help out.” he whispers in your ear, his lips against your lobe as he moves both of your hands down and models your hand so that it’s against the dampened fabric, hovering above your clit. He guides it in small circles, showing you your favorite way just as you had shown him your first time. You massage it gently as his hand leaves yours to caress your arm some more, whispering praises into your ear. “Good girl, touching herself for me.” You inhale deeply, the knot tensing in your core as you apply a little more pressure. It’s enough to sustain you for some time, but you know it’s Tom that you need. His other hand starts moving upward as it cups the breast adjacent to it, over your bra that you were starting to wish you had taken off earlier. As if reading your mind, his hand leaves your arm and reaches back to undo the clasps, pulling it off from under your pajama shirt, his original hand reaching back up to cup you again. You stifle a moan as your nipples harden, the uncovered one peeking up from under your shirt. You speed up your own movements, needing more friction, more contact. Tom notices. He pulls your hand back intertwining your fingers, leaving a long kiss on your neck. “Here now love.” He directs, putting your hand on your other breast and letting it go so that you can do it yourself. His hand reaches back down to where you were as it sneaks in between the elastic and slowly peels it down, exposing you to the cool night air of the living room. Light from the TV reflects off of your arousal and he wastes no more time as he touches you. He reaches down and rubs your clit in slow circling motions. You have to focus on keeping your mouth closed as you fail to suppress a groan, humming in satisfaction. His other hand still kneads your breast, an easy movement for you to mimic on your other breast as the intense feeling spreads, growing from your gut. Tom’s finger strokes you, gliding over you, slick from your arousal before he slides one into you, pumping it in and out at a steady pace. “You’re so wet darling. And all for me.” Your breath quickens as his lips attach into your neck again, sucking this time. He nips the delicate skin with his teeth, pain that is then soothed by his soft tongue as he runs it over the sore spot. Your other hand reaches to find his bicep, squeezing it to release some of the tension you cannot let out from being quiet. “That’s it, that feels so good doesn’t it?” he murmurs against your skin, pecking at your neck again. “You’re doing so good keeping quiet for me.” You squeeze his bicep again, your back arching into him as he starts to speed up, adding in another finger as he starts to stretch you. His other hand adjusts, focusing in on your nipple and he swirls his finger around it and pinches it between his thumb and pointer finger. His pace quickens again as he pulls them out and forces them back in, overstimulating you as his lips attack your jawline, adorning you with wet-open mouthed kisses. Your mouth hangs open, you breathe hard as you curl your toes and arch your neck so that your head sinks into the crevice between his neck and his shoulder. It’s a close call, but you manage to turn every single moan into a small groan or grunt. You’re close, he can feel it, you both can. You move your hands and clutch into both of his arms, squeezing. “That’s it, y/n. Come for me.” You’re so close, almost there at the pinnacle. He moves his hand from your breast and clutches your thigh, squeezing it and forcing it to spread apart from your middle for more access. His movements quicken. You almost cry out, you and Tom’s cover nearly blown if it weren’t for you biting your lip at the last moment to stifle it. It was building, quickly, you were getting closer and closer with every forceful thrust from his fingers. You felt your orgasm, closer and closer until… “Oh my god! Guys! Did you see that part?” Tuwaine asks through the walkie-talkie, his voice booming through the speaker. “This film’s mad, isn’t it?” you hear Harry agree in the background of the radio. You gasp as Tom’s movements slow, but never stop as he keeps a steady pace, hitting deep each time. His voice is low as he rasps in your ear, coaxing and sweet. “Answer them.” he orders, his breath hot against your neck. “No,” you breathe, the thought of trying to string enough words together to make an acceptable reply is completely inconceivable. “I can’t, you have to-to…” “My hands are full.” Tom explains, his fingers taking up a now a pace so painfully slow as he takes them all the way out and leisurely pushes them back in. “Answer or I will stop.” he threatens. “Hello?” Harrison calls through the speaker. You groan in frustration as you reach for the walkie talkie beside you and press the button, bringing it up to your lips. “Yes,” you mumble softly, trying your hardest to sound like you were simply relaxing on the couch and not being railed on it. Hoping he would not want to discuss specific details, you think of the shortest response to end the conversation. “The part, we saw it.” “Good job baby.” Tom whispers in your ear, speeding up his fingers again. “What do you think of it so far?” Harry asked. Tom’s lips stick back onto your neck, sucking the delicate skin. “Fuck,” you curse, earning what you make out as a smile from him as he grins against your skin, still pumping in and out of you. You press the button again, hoping the sound of Tom’s fingers navigating through your arousal couldn’t be heard through the old technology. “It’s so good, so so good.” you answer uncontrollably, obviously not describing the movie. Tom whispers more praise in your ear as he speeds up his pace again. “Really?” Harrison asks. “We kind of think it’s shit, we’ve been laughing at it, but maybe it’ll get better. It’s not bad.” “Oh no, not bad at all.” you agree, earning another smirk from Tom as you toss the walkie-talkie to the safety of one of the nearby chairs and turn up the film to cover up any more of your noise. You lean back into Tom and stifle another moan as he nips another part of your neck. “You’re incredible, baby.” Tom praises as his fingers keep pumping in you, but after being deprived of him for so long, you know it’s not enough. You could feel him beneath you, bulging, clearly as needy as you, but too much of a gentleman to say so. “I want you this time.” you pant, reaching for his hand to move it away from your core. “I want to ride you.” “Are you sure? I don’t have a condom on me.” You turn around, briefly, and kiss him, a short one, sweet and inviting to clear away all of his doubt. “I want to.” you murmur against his lips, pecking them once more before you pull away for good. “Fuck me.” At once, Tom discards his own pajama pants until they too, like yours, lay crumpled on the ground, adding your own underwear to the mix as he adjusts you in his lap, helping you slide onto him. As you presumed, he fills you up instantly, forcing yet another pleasure filled hum of you as you suppress a moan. “Fuck, y/n, you’re so tight.” he grunts as his hips start to move, thrusting into you up and down as you bounce on top of him just slightly, still facing the TV. His hands slide up and down your body, one of them staying on your waist to hold you steady against him and support you while the other moves back up and pulls your shirt up until it pools against your collar bones. He kneads one of your breasts that he cannot get enough of. “Faster, baby.” you request and Tom is quick to obey as his thrusts start to speed up. His breath is husky, in your ear as he too now has the burden of hiding his own noises. “Y/n,” he moans, careful not to be much louder than the TV as he squeezes you hard. His new speed and angle allows him to hit your spot, never missing as he gets it with each powerful thrust, his thighs flexing beneath you. You moan, loudly only barely being overpowered by the TV. You can’t help it. You feel Tom’s hand fall from your breast and clasp around your mouth. He’s careful not to hurt you, but his hand covers your mouth with such a force that you gasp, moaning again, muffled by his calloused palm that smells so strongly of you. “Let it out, love. Let it all out into my hand.” he encourages, egging you on as he thrusts into you even harder. You moan, his hand muffling you as your voice vibrates and fails to sound as loud as it would have otherwise. You reach back, your hands digging into Tom’s scalp as you bounce on top of him, your breasts rippling as you do so. “Come for me love.” You give in as all the pressure builds up to a climax, a finishing point. You close you eyes and let out one last ungodly moan as your orgasm overtakes you, Tom fucking you through it as you spill onto him. Once you’re released from your trance, Tom sticks two of his fingers in your mouth, still thrusting into you, sloppier and sloppier as he himself is so close to finishing. You suck on them, happy to help as you can taste some of the remainder of yourself off of his fingers, swirling your tongue around them. “Oh, just like that. Fuck, y/n!” he moans your name as your nails still scratch his scalp, tugging on segments of his loose brown curls. You feel him come as he twitches inside you and his muscles loosen beneath you, the warmth coating your insides. You both take a moment, his fingers leaving your mouth as you resituate yourself on his lap, facing him so that you may embrace one another in the chill air of the night. After a couple minutes Tom turns the volume back down to normal and helps you clean up by carrying you to your shared bedroom where you take your time washing up and putting yourself back together. Tom cleans himself up and takes care of the couch, throwing the soiled blanket in the wash and getting out another one that he fully intends to cuddle you underneath. When you're ready, you re-emerge from your room and get comfortable on the sofa with Tom, laying down with him as you enjoy the last ten minutes of the film, but neither of you are intent on paying attention even with so little left. Instead you find yourself facing Tom, enamored by his beauty and encapsulated by his comforting charm as he presses soft chaste kisses on your nose and forehead, holding you close beneath the warmth of the blanket.

♡.-.♡.-.♡

As you and Tom prepare dinner the next evening, a simple soup for the sick boys, you look up the plot of the film online and read it aloud to him, still driven by a need to win every trivia night even if you neglected to watch the film. “It’s time people!” Harry calls from upstairs, startling you and Tom. “You ready?” you ask him, helping him untie his dorky apron as the nerves surge through you. “Ready as I’ll ever be.” he responds, lifting the apron over his head and laying it on the counter as he grabs your hand to lead you to the stairs. He can sense how tense you are, you hand firm in his as you take a deep shaky breath. “You're not nervous, are you darling?” You sigh as he takes your other hand in his, lightly kissing the top of it. “We can’t lose, Tom. We just can’t.” He giggles at your competitiveness, knowing it to get the best of you at times as it can you, but luckily, he knows just how to calm you down. “Want to know something?” he smirks. With a nod of confirmation, he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear and lowers his voice so that no one can hear him, but you. “Even if we do lose, nothing can make me regret last night,” He leans down now, bringing his lips to your ear as he whispers, “I’m happy to lose every trivia night if it means having you on top of me like that again.” You pull away from him with a smile, using your newly free hands to put up your hair so that it stays out of your face. “Keep talking like that, Holland, and I might just have to take you up on that.” He chuckles lightly and follows you out, joining you under the stairs as you look up to the other boys who stay perched at the top. “Finally,” Harry remarks, pulling out three index cards that no doubt holds his questions. “I was close to just giving Team Tuwarison the points for being the only team that showed up.” “No need,” states Tom, his glazing meeting yours as he nods at you in encouragement. “We’re ready.” His assurance ignites your confidence that your limited knowledge on the movie will be enough. You can feel the win already as Harry asks the first question, then the second, then the third, and then… “BLOODY HELL!” Tuwaine shouts in shock. “WE ACTUALLY WON!” Harrison yells, sharing the same sentiment as the two hug and jump in victory before separating to let out enormous coughs courtesy of the virus. You roll your eyes and pout from your place at the bottom of the stairs. “Oh, get over it you bastards.” “It won’t happen again.” Tom concurs, just as annoyed at the antics of the two as you are. “I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!” Tuwaine shouts again once his coughing fit is over. “Neither can I,” Harry agrees. “What happened? You two are usually always on your game and you couldn’t come up with a single answer this time.” “You know what?” Tom starts. “We actually fell asleep.” he lies. “Shame, I thought y/n really liked it.” Tuwaine acknowledges, remembering your conversation from the night before as your eyes go wide, but you’re quick to save yourself from embarrassment. “Oh you know what, I think that was just during the climax.” you joke, earning a playful elbow from Tom who cannot contain his laughter. You join him, pleased by the inside joke as the other boys look down at you in confusion, wishing they knew what you meant. “I can’t wait until this COVID is over. You two are too weird to have another movie night without supervision.” Harry declares, turning to retreat to the room he shares with Tuwaine and Harrison and searches for the film you all will be watching tonight … or not.

[hollandsangel]

✧ maddie’s prompt sleepover ✧

so i’ve reblogged two prompt lists and opened my ask box up so please send in some prompts!

i really miss writing but have been struggling to actually put anything on paper, so hopefully this will help, and we can do it together!

i’ll be accepting requests for tom holland & steve harrington

i’ll sit down tonight and tmr night to really get some stuff out, so come hang out! (jan 31st-feb 1st)

prompt list one by @novelbear

prompt list two by @pompompts

[firenati0n]

Roooop hi sleepover ask time - what IRL white boy would you let ruin your life? xoxo ishie

ishie please why would you do this to me WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME you know i am DOWN BAD. this is gonna expose me so badly.

okay well i gotta pick multiple because i have many white boys of the month / year / decade / century. also these are across all ages bc i am an equal opportunity thirster and do not discriminate.

nicholas galitzine

logan lerman

andrew garfield

jonah hauer-king

dylan o'brien

matthew gray gubler

tom blyth

jeremy allen white

tom holland

cillian murphy don't @ me

paul mescal

chris pine

keanu reeves

daniel craig

[SLEEPOVER WEEKEND BABY ASK ME ANYTHING]

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#5

Look After You

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Synopsis: after Peter snaps at you, you feel like you can’t call him for help

Warnings: panic attack

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Peter had a bad day.

There had been an unexpected assemble at school that left him in sensory overload. All the sounds and bright lights overstimulated him into a horrible mood. He was beyond agitated on his walk home, everything little sound and movement further pissing him off. He was not in the mood to talk to a single person so he kept his head down and earbuds as he made his way up to his apartment. His sleeve got caught on the doorknob as he made his way inside and he just about broke the door down. He went straight to his room and quickly took his jacket off. The feeling of having his jacket and shoes on was making his sensory overload even worse.

“Hey.” You said, making Peter jump.

“Oh. Hi.” Peter blinked in surprise. “What are you doing here?”

“May let me in. Did you still want to organize your notes?” You asked with a sweet smile. Peter didn’t know how to tell you this, but he desperately wanted you to leave. He was in no mood to socialize right now and just wanted to relax in silence.

“Yeah.” He faked a smile. “Sure.”

He took a seat on his bed across from you and took his notebook out. He was still way overstimulated so every little thing you did bothered him. The sound of your breathing, the sound of you moving the pages, even the way your pen sounded when you clicked it made Peter’s skin itch. As you flipped through his notebook, you turned a page too fast and it ripped down the middle.

“Oops.” You chuckled. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine. Whatever.” Peter grumbled. You noticed the way he rolled his eyes and your smile instantly fell. You began to feel uneasy around him and cleared your throat. He looked up at you when you did this and looked even more annoyed than before.

“Where’s your tape?” You asked quietly.

“In the bottom drawer.” He mumbled as you got off the bed.

“What?” You asked when you didn’t hear him. Peter stopped flipping through his notebook and flexed his hand to keep from lashing out.

“In the bottom drawer.” He repeated. “In my desk.”

“I don’t see it.” You said after opening the drawer.

“Then keep looking.” Peter sound, the annoyance in his voice sending a chill down your spine. You continued to rummage through the drawer, unaware of how loud it sounded for Peter. His enhanced hearing made it ten times louder than it sounded for you and it was driving Peter insane.

“I can’t find it.” You said after a minute, sending Peter over the edge.

“Oh my God.” He exclaimed and got off the bed. “Just stop touching things. I’ll get it. You’re being so irritating right now.”

You stopped looking through the drawer and got out of his way as he walked over to the desk. You were hurt by his words but said nothing about it, not wanting to irritate him further.

“It’s right here.” Peter said angrily when he found the tape. “Can you open your fucking eyes?”

“I didn’t see it.” You said quietly as he slammed the tape down on his desk. You jumped as the plastic cartridge shattered under his fist.

“Because you weren’t looking.” He shouted in your face. “Do you have to be so fucking helpless all the time? I can’t come rushing to your side the second you need me. I’m under enough pressure as it is without you whining and making a bunch of noise over some fucking tape. If you hadn’t ripped the god damn page in the first place, we wouldn’t have had this problem.”

You stumbled back from Peter as he finished shouting and felt tears brim in your eyes. You were both equally shocked over what had just come out of Peter’s mouth. He had never raised his voice at you before. He was never anything but sweet towards you, so to hear him scream and swear at you made your entire body feel hot in embarrassment. He slapped his hand over his mouth, stunned that he just lashed out at you like that. You took your phone out of your pocket and pretended to check it.

“My mom wants me home.” You mumbled. “I gotta go.”

You started walking towards the door but Peter quickly ran in front of you

“Wait, honey. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to snap like that.” He apologized as he tried to keep you in place.

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2,667 notes - Posted February 11, 2022

#4

A Sweet Boy Like Me

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: when Peter gets hit with a truth serum on a mission, he tells you more then he means to

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“FRIDAY, what’s the status on the jet?” You asked out loud as you ate your cereal. A minor cold had benched you while the rest of the Avengers went on a mission in the Amazon. You’d been by yourself for nearly a week now and were needing some company.

“The jet should be touching down on the landing pad any minute.” FRIDAY answered you.

“Thank you.” You called back. You finished the rest of your breakfast and by the time you put your bowl in the sink with the rest of your dirty dishes, you heard footsteps in the main entrance. You tried to hide your excitement as you went out to greet the team. You saw all the Avengers standing in the middle of the room looking utterly exhausted except for Peter, who had a huge smile on his face.

“Hey guys. How was the mission?”

“Great rack. Truly immaculate rack.” Peter said and gave you a double thumbs up.

“Oh. What?” You smiled awkwardly and looked at Tony for an explanation. The team looked at each other, no one wanting to be the person that told you what happened. You frowned and folded your arms, looking at each of them until they caved.

“Okay, fine. I’ll tell her.” Tony sighed. “Long story short, Peter got drugged.”

“What?” You gasped and looked at Peter again.

“I have a stinky in my brown hole.” He told you.

“He’s got a what in his what?” You asked the team.

“He has to shit. It’s all he’s been talking about for the 4 hour plane ride back here.” Sam groaned and went to take a seat on the couch.

“Oh my god. Ew. Brown hole?” You looked at Peter in disgust.

“Yessir.” Peter smiled and gave you another double thumbs up.

“Why is it brown? And wait, hold on, why is he on drugs?” You asked again.

“He got hit with a tranquilizer. In the neck.” Steve told you.

“See?” Peter smiled proudly and turned his head to the side. On his neck, you could see a massive red bump that looked like it was about to explode.

“JESUS FUCKING-“ You screamed but everyone on the team quickly motioned for you to stop.

“I mean, it doesn’t look that bad.” You quickly lied.

“Thank you. That’s what I said.” Peter laughed and touched his neck bump. It jiggled under his finger and you turned to the side to gag a little.

“My neck grew a boob.” Peter laughed and poked it again. You covered your mouth with your hand and looked to Tony for answers.

“How did he get drugged exactly?” You asked.

“Well long story short-“

“No. Enough with the long story short. I need to know how this happened. Give me the long story long.”

“I’ll give you the long.” Peter said and looked directly at you. You gave him a strange look as he attempted to wink at you. He ended up using both eyes and just gave you a slow blink.

“Oh my God.” You grimaced and looked away from him.

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#3

You'll Save All Your Dirtiest Jokes For Me

Pairing: Tom Holland x actress!reader

Synopsis: you make a lot dirty jokes that leave Tom wondering how you really feel about him

warnings: adult humor

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You were known to make a lot of dirty jokes.

Your sense of humor was strictly rated R, something Tom found out pretty quickly. Since you and he were the closest in the cast, he was usually the target of these jokes. Tom wasn’t exactly opposed to them, he just had a hard time telling when you were kidding or not.

Sometimes, the jokes went over his head.

“Look. Our action figures came in.” Tom said as he walked into your trailer.

“Woah! I haven’t seen these yet. I’ve been waiting all day to play with myself.” You sighed in relief and picked up your action figure.

“These are so cool. Yours looks nothing like you, though.” He snorted as he looked at the toy in your hand.

“How many people do you think have made us fuck?” You genuinely asked him as you mashed your action figure against the Spiderman one.

“Oh my God. Stop.” Tom turned bright red and grabbed your hands to make you stop. You pulled out of his grasp and made the toys kiss.

“Look. I bet all the marvel fans are out there doing this.” You joked before making them change positions. You bent the knees of the Spiderman doll before putting it on top of your doll.

“Wait, who do you think tops?”

“Who what?” He asked as he tried to pull his doll away from you.

“Like between our characters. Would Spiderman want to be on his back-“ You asked as you laid the Spiderman doll down, “or on top?” You said as you put him back on top of your doll.

“Oh. I think I’m on top.” Tom nodded, praying the conversation would end before his face got any redder.

“You think you’d top me?” You asked skeptically.

“Yes.” Tom said weakly, sounding unsure of himself.

“Please.” You scoffed. “My action figure would ride your action figure like a carousel. I think I’m the more dominant one between the two of us.”

“You’re still talking about our characters, right?” He gulped as he grabbed a pillow and held it over his lap.

“Am I?” You asked innocently as you continued to make the dolls kiss.

“What about you?” He asked quietly. “Are you as dominate as your character?”

“I’m pretty versatile in the bedroom. I’m similar to a pancake in which neither of us are done until we’re flipped on both sides.” You said simply, making yourself laugh.

“Oh.” He gulped. “Good to know.”

Other times, the jokes left him disappointed.

“Ugh. I hate this. I hate cooking. Fuck this recipe. Fuck peppers. Fuck this spatula. Fuck this stupid fucking warped pan.” Tom said and threw his spatula down in exasperation.

“Well since you’re fucking everything, I hope my name gets thrown into the mix.” You replied from the kitchen table. Tom whipped around to see if you were serious, but you were absentmindedly scrolling through your phone.

“Really?” He asked as he nervously drummed his fingers on the counter. He wasn’t opposed to that if you were being serious, but he couldn’t say that until he knew for sure.

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3,906 notes - Posted February 18, 2022

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Beneath the Surface

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: during a pool day with the team, your bathing suit makes it difficult for Peter to focus

Masterlist

“Suit up, Parker. I need you outside.” Tony said as he knocked on Peters doorframe.

“Suit up? Is there a mission?”

“Even better. There’s a mandatory pool day.” Tony replied with an excited wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Can a pool day be mandatory?” Peter wondered.

“Can a boy be strangled?” Tony asked in the same tone. They both fell silent as they stared at each other and Peter gulped a little.

“Pool day. Ten minutes.” Tony said with a big smile after a beat of silence.

“I’ll be there.” Peter nodded quickly.

“Glad to have you. See you out there.” Tony patted Peters doorframe before walking away. Not wanting to upset Tony, Peter quickly changed into bathing suit shorts and a t shirt. He slipped into his flip flops before heading down to the pool. He found Steve, Tony, and Thor sitting around a table under a big umbrella while Shang Chi, Sam, and Scott were in the pool. They all already had their shirts off, making Peter feel a little self conscious in the presence of all their super sized muscles.

“Look who’s arrived.” Steve smiled up at Peter as he shielded his eyes from the sun.

“Yep.” Peter smiled weakly. “It’s me.”

“Look who it is!” Thor cheered before leaning over to the other guys.

“Who is that?” He whispered loud enough for Peter to hear.

“Um…Peter.” Peter answered in confusion.

“It’s nice to meet you, Umpeter. I’m Thor.” Thor smiled brightly and held out his hand. Peter frowned and shook Thors hand as he looked at the others for an explanation.

“You Midgardians and your silly names.” Thor chuckled as he looked at the other guys again.

“Thor, it’s me. Peter.” Peter said again.

“Yes. I know that now. Pleasure to meet you.”

“We…we have met.” Peter said slowly.

“Have we?” Thor frowned.

“That’s Spiderman. You probably haven’t seen him without his mask on.” Steve said in Peters defense.

“I don’t remember ever meeting a Spiderman.” Thor shook his head.

“Well you have.” Peter told him. “Many times. And it’s me.”

“No. I don’t think so. I’ve never seen this man in my life.” Thor shrugged.

“Yes you have. He was with us when we fought Thanos.” Steve reminded him.

“And when we went on that mission to Scotland. He was the one in the skintight red and blue suit.”

“I sat next to you at dinner last night.” Peter reminded him.

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My #1 post of 2022

Stolen Moments

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!reader

Synopsis: your secret relationship is exposed when Peter returns from a mission bruised and bloody and you comfort him in front of everyone

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“Can you hand me a screwdriver?”

“What size?” You asked as you riffled through the open tool kit on the table.

“The one with the red handle.”

“The one with the red handle please?”

“No. Just the one with the red handle.” Peter said seriously before cracking a smile.

“Haha. Very funny.” You rolled your eyes as you passed him the screwdriver.

“I know. You’re so lucky you get a boyfriend as funny as I am. Some girls boyfriends are really annoying.” Peter teased you as he screwed a tiny screw into his web-shooter.

“I know. I’m one of those girls.” You replied, making Peters jaw drop.

“Shut up. You love me.”

“You’re okay.” You shrugged with a playful smile as you wrapped your arm around his.

“You’re okay too, lover”. Peter smiled at you as he started to lean in. Right before you lips could connect, you heard the sound of your dads whistling. You and Peter jumped apart just as Tony came into the lab.

“Hi dad. Peter and I were just fixing his webshooters.” You said in an attempt to act causal. You and Peter exchanged a nervous look, both hoping Tony didn’t see what you had been doing.

“I was fixing my webshooters. Y/n was busy eating wheat thins and chewing loudly in my ear.” Peter said as he nodded towards your half eaten box of wheat thins.

“Parker, don’t insult the volume of my daughters chewing.” Tony scoffed before turning to you. “Honey, keep up the good work.”

“Thanks daddy.” You smiled as Tony kissed the side of your head.

“Thanks daddy.” Peter said in a mocking tone. You shared another look and you playfully nudged him.

“Well I’ll leave you two to it. Don’t keep my beloved daughter too long, cobwebs. She and I have a smoothie date later.”

“I won’t.” Peter assured your dad.

“Bye dad.”

“Bye kiddo.” Tony waved as he walked out of the lab. Once you and Peter were alone again, you scooted your chair closer and rested your chin in your hands.

“Do you think he knows about us?“ Peter asked as he moved some hair away from your face.

“No. We’re way too careful.” You shook your head. Peter looked at you for a minute before going back to screwing together his web shooters.

“Maybe we should tell him.” Peter suggested without looking at you.

“About us?”

“Yeah. We’ve been together for 8 months. Maybe it’s time he knows.” Peter said as he nervously looked at you for your reaction.

“He can’t know, Pete. He’s been very clear that he’s against anyone in the tower dating.” You sighed as you put your hand on top of Peters. Peter frowned a little and flipped his hand so he could hold yours.

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[lnfours]

welcome to toms-gf’s 7.8k sleepover

welcome to my 7.8k sleepover!

to have some fun this holiday season, i figured i’d host a sleepover event where you guys can send in requests and anything else you want from the list below!

the sleepover starts today, december 24th at 12pm (noon) EST and will end tuesday, december 27th at 9pm EST

feel free to send in any option(s) from the list below! 🤍

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link to ask box

🎄 a blurb request for any of the characters i write for (does not have to be holiday themed)

🎁 pick a number between 1 and 30 for a song off of my tom playlist on spotify

🤍 for a picture from my tom board on pinterest

❄️ for a moodboard for the characters i write for (can be holiday based, au based or song based)

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i hope you guys are able to celebrate with me and i can’t wait to have some fun with you! thank you so much for 7.8k, im forever thankful for every single one of you!

happy holidays, from me and mine to you and yours 🤍

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tagging my mutuals so they can have in on the fun, too 🫶🏻

@sunshinehollandd @captaindanvxrs @jahayla-parker

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hi, have a snippet from haunted hawkins :)

tagging @gothbat99 bc i WILL get this finished one day i swear. but here's that snippet i promised !!

Robin spends the night at Nancy’s house. It’s not the first time she’s spent the night at the Wheeler residence, but this is the first time she’s spending the night in Nancy Wheeler’s room.

Which is cool. Fine. Nothing to worry about. She can totally handle this. They’re friends. Friends have sleepovers all the time, right?

Except Nancy doesn’t know, she thinks. She doesn’t think Nancy would hate her, but she doesn’t want to risk it. 

Robin’s hands itch, the need to know more about Nancy overcomes her again, and she tries, really, really tries, not to go through her stuff. Nancy left to grab extra blankets from the basement so she’d be none the wiser. Tom Cruise stares at her as she pushes the itch down.

That is until she catches a glimpse of Barbara Holland. The itch returns, violently.

She can’t help it; something compels her to move, to get her hands on the picture. It’s a photo of her and Nancy dressed up for Halloween. They look so young. So untainted. Alive. Robin’s not an idiot, she didn’t believe that a chemical spill killed Barb in the first place, but when she became privy to all of this Upside Down bullshit, it wasn’t hard to piece together those bits of the puzzle.

Her eyes catch a glimpse of an envelope with delicate cursive penmanship on it that only belongs to Nancy Wheeler. The front of the envelope only has two words on it. Dear Barb.

Robin doesn’t touch it, she has a feeling she knows what it’s about, and opening the sealed envelope just because she’s nosy about Barb and Nancy all of a sudden would be an extreme invasion of privacy and no doubt cross explicit boundary lines. If it were the other way around and Nancy were to investigate a mysterious envelope of a dead best friend, Robin would no doubt have already berated the girl and likely ended the friendship immediately. And Robin really likes being Nancy’s friend.

Staring at these pictures now, though, Robin feels a slight sting of jealousy in her chest; maybe it’s grief, maybe it’s both. Barb was her friend before she was Nancy’s, before she left Robin for Nancy. Even if they were the best of friends, Robin has a feeling that Barb never told Nancy who she was friends with.

Maybe Barb knew about Robin, about her being a lesbian. Maybe that’s why she left Robin for Nancy. She remembers Mr. Hauser and Barb, how she knew about him, and she didn’t tell anyone. Maybe it was just Robin who drove her away. Maybe it was just something about her, what it was, Robin didn’t know.

Strange that in some fucked up way, Barb brought Robin and Nancy together. 

Robin puts the photo back on the dresser and forces her attention back to the manila folders on Nancy’s bed. She pulls one, skimming through the case file just as Nancy comes through the door with the extra blankets in hand, “So,” she starts, placing the blankets on the foot of the bed, looking over Robin’s shoulder, “find anything worth checking out?”

“Uh, I think so, actually. It’s not lab slash Upside Down related, but it is definitely freaky.” She says, emphasizing the syllables in definitely. Nancy’s brow quirks.  Robin continues, “Disappearances, only for the abductee to return a few days later, dazed and confused and,” she stretches the word, “the abductees claim they were cursed by a witch,” Nancy huffs, rolling her eyes, while Robin puts on a conspiratorial voice, “Seeing visions, strange figures following them, cold chills, hot flashes, the whole nine yards. The good news is it’s the closest one, two hours outside of Hawkins. Bad news, it’s in the middle of fucking nowhere.”

“How far out into nowhere?”

“Miles and miles of cornfields nowhere,” Robin drawls.

“Great,” Nancy grimaces, “Road trip?”