#tom holland smut request

[whoreforpeterparker]

on my knees

Summary : Reader gives Peter head for the first time.

"fuck Peter" you whimpered as Peter kissed and sucked on your neck leaving many hickeys to deal with tomorrow but in the moment you dont care.  

This wasn't the first time that making out with Peter got so heated, this has become an everyday occurrence. Usually you two would try and study but you would always end up on his lap hungrily making out and grinding slowly on each other. 

That was the current situation. your grinding against Peters very apparent boner quietly moaning your hands tugging at his shirt silently asking him to take it off.  He got the hint and takes it off, the sight always makes you speechless even if you've seen him shirtless countless times the sight always turns you on. 

"quit staring Y/N" He says with a slight smirk your cheeks turn a bright shade of pink, you hadn't noticed you were staring "sorry" Peter gently grabs your face with one hand, other on your waist and kisses you, the kiss was sweet unlike the earlier kiss.

His kisses move to your neck he finds your spot easily making you moan. You grab at his hair and pull him closer, Peter groans when you grind down on him the pressure on his rock hard dick being so pleasurable he felt like he was about to cum right then and there.

Peters kisses made you feel like you were on fire every ounce of your body was burning up, you took off your shirt revealing your red bra that pushes your tits up perfectly. Peters eyes widen and cheeks redden "Fuck Y/n you are so beautiful" you gave him a smile and kiss him again sweetly as a thank you before it swiftly turned heated again.

Your hands wander all over his bare chest and down his abdomen Peters breath hitches when your hands reach the waistband of his grey sweatpants. You pull away from the kiss " is this okay?" Peter nods, you give him a nervous smile. You and Peter have never gone this far before and you wanted to be good. 

" y-you don't have to if you don't want to that's okay" Peter says while giving you a smile " I want to"  You said as you drop down on your knees in front of his bed and start pulling his pants and boxers down at the same time, Peter helps you by lifting his hips. 

You gasp when you see his dick he was big and thick leaking with pre cum, you are still nervous but exited at the same time, you have been wanting to do this for a while you even researched how to give good head in preparation. "Please do something baby" You look up to see Peter panting heavily, face redder than you have ever seen before but it only made you more exited and determined to make him feel good. 

You leaned down and grabbed his dick you then bent down and licked his tip tasting his pre cum. Looking up to see his reaction his head was thrown back mouth agape, he already looked fucked even if you barely touched him . without looking down you started sucking on his tip before slowly going further down Peter moaned loudly and looked down making eye contact. 

"shit y/n you're so good at that" His words spurred you on making you go faster you jerked off what you couldn't take in your mouth. You moan as you feel Peter thrust his hips further into your mouth making you slightly gag. Peter quickly takes himself out of you " I'm so sorry are you okay? did I hurt you?" He checks your face for any injuries you laugh" Peter its okay it was actually really hot you should do it again"

"o-okay" you give Peter a quick kiss before going back to his dick licking  from the base to the tip then spitting on it. You jerk him off a little pulling moans and whimpers from Peter you bent down and started bobbing your head on his dick drool slid down on his dick creating a wet slobbering sound. His hands went to your hair making a ponytail "fuck babe shit feels so good" Peters loud moans and groans motivating you to keep going despite the ache in your jaw.

Peter thrusts gently into your mouth, making sure he didn't hurt you. You could tell he was close to cuming when his dick twitched you quickened your movements moaning when his dick hit the back of your throat the vibrations from your moan pushed him to close the edge " I-im going to cum baby" his thrusts quickened and his grip on your hair tightened you made eye contact as he came down your throat with a loud moan. 

after swallowing his cum and recovering from his incredible high he looks at you with a shy smile  "t-that was amazing baby thank you" he says as he reaches for tissues on his nightstand you shot him a confused look his eyes widen with realization "wait did you um s-swallow?" you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out showing that you did indeed swallow every drop he gave you. 

"fuck" He pulls you up and kiss you hard groping your ass. the kiss got heated your tongues fighting for dominance. Peter moves you down on the bed " Your turn" he smirks

[nouearth]

tom take it out it's hurtingggggggg

[shawnxstyles]

Omg! Panty stealer pt2 is sooooo gooood! Cocky and dom Peter absolutely blew my mind! Your writing is awesome!

Pleeeeease tell me that it will be third part to fulfill the panty trilogy! As humble suggestion maybe reader find out that Pete is SpiderMan and he will finally get head from her while he is in his spidey costume? Or maybe more than just blowjob?Hehehe Am I very bad and naughty that I'm typing this to you? 🥵🤤

Anyways love ya darling! You're smashing it!

in the suit

words: 3k

warnings: smut; (m- receiving [oral], dirty talk), language, and fluff of course. barely edited.

note: panty!peter blurb #1 coming up :D also, this is the way i believe y/n would have found out about spider-man, but i have another request for the same thing so i’ll probably do an alternative version!

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you couldn’t stop thinking about it. how?

how does peter manage to get into your room every night? okay, not every night, but most nights.

most nights, peter magically and mysteriously sneaks his way up into your forbidden bedroom with ease. sometimes, you even wait and watch outside your window to try to get a peak at what he’s doing. but you never see him.

he’s just so slick. how does he do it?

you and peter have been together for over a month now, if you’re counting the day he broke in. the feeling isn’t necessarily new in your heart. you feel like you’ve known him your whole life. like he’s always just… been there.

through this month of stability yet craziness, you haven’t gone back to the frat house since the halloween party. you thought that after you guys got together you would stay there more often, but peter doesn’t want you to be ‘attacked’ by the guys. meaning, he doesn’t want them to ask a million questions when you guys are supposed to be private. you thought his excuse was dumb, but he was also just being a bit protective.

in reality, peter just didn’t know how to get you into the frat house without anyone seeing you. you both had agreed that your relationship was going to be kept private, very private. people could spread rumors and assume you two were together, but you weren’t going to show each other off. you guys liked it this way, it made your relationship more special because it was just for you two.

peter had a sixth sense, sticky fingers, and webs. it was pretty easy for him to crawl up into your room especially because you didn’t have security cameras (maybe you guys should get some at some point though…). you would constantly ask him how he does it since you live on the second floor and it was high up. but peter responds by not responding and instead laughs and kisses you. god, he was too good at distracting you.

but tonight, you were determined to find out.

peter had already texted you earlier and said he wouldn’t be able to stop by tonight because of overbearing homework. you completely understood, and sent him a good luck and goodnight to me then message. but truly, you were sneaking out and heading towards the frat.

you put on your sneakers and a hoodie, pulling the strings tightly around your head. the early december weather was no joke in massachusetts, and your thermal leggings were barely helping to keep you warm. as quietly as possible, you leave through the back door, making sure not to alert anyone or anything. not like you have a system to alert though.

you cut through some of the hedges until you’re in the front yard and the frat is staring at you from across the street. taking a deep, chilly breath, you cross the road with your frozen fingers tucked in your pocket.

all the lights in the top rooms were off, except one. you’re not totally sure which one is peter’s, but what other frat guy would stay up until 11 p.m. working on homework?

maybe ned, but he sleeps downstairs.

you walk until you’re under the window, the yellowish light taunting you. there was no latter, vine, rope, or magic hair to get you into the bedroom. the houses were built very similarly, and you know he doesn’t bring a latter with him.

so how does he do it?

you take a glance at your surroundings. the biggest difference of your houses was that the guys’ didn’t have large garden hedges. they just had a shit ton of messy bushes that they should probably trim once in a while.

having no ideas, you try to jump towards the window. great, that’s totally going to help you. maybe you’ll get some super jump that can spring you up and inside.

you feel stupid. yeah, peter may be the smartest person on campus and going to mit on a full academic scholarship, but how does he sneak into your room? with geometry? you didn’t think so.

wait.

what if… he’s hiding something from you?

that would explain why he’s so weird about it. letting the impulsive decisions take you over, you throw a rock at his window. hopefully, you’ll get his attention and he’ll come down, so you can see how he does it. or he’ll just go through the front door… whatever he does, you need to ask him this question right now. or else you’ll never be able to sleep again.

when throwing the rock gets tedious and noisy, you quit. just as you’re about to drop to the ground in annoyance, you hear a distant whipping sound. you hold your breath as if the person whipping will hear you.

fuck. it wasn’t a good idea for you to go out at night.

suddenly feeling anxious and scared, you slowly creep towards the sorority house. you don’t get too far before you see a body flinging through the air. the whipping noise gets closer and closer to you with every web on the streetlights. what the…

there’s only one person that could possibly be doing the impossible.

spider-man.

but what was he doing in your little neighborhood? this was one of the safest places in the area, so he didn’t need to check up here. there were so many more places in massachusetts that needed saving. feeling beyond curious, your feet scatter to hide you behind one of the untrimmed bushes.

you watch through crowded leaves as spider-man swings through the neighborhood, getting towards you. it’s like he can sense you and he’s coming for you. your heart thumps wildly in your chest, nervous about seeing him. you’ve never seen him before, and at least not in person. he was popular on the newspaper and television screens, but never on the street. unless you lived within the city.

with one long and final thwip, spider-man flings himself towards the frat house.

what. the…

you place your hand over your mouth, just in case your breathing is too loud. you intensely watch as the spider crawls up the white wall and towards the only lit window in the whole house.

no. fucking. way.

before you could fully register what you were seeing, you felt the gasp leave your mouth. you slap both of your hands on your face to shut yourself up. you nearly fall back on your heels as spider-man halts his movements. he scans his surroundings before jumping down the wall entirely.

your eyes are wide and your hands of shaking. you’ve never felt your heart beat so unbelievably fast, but you’ve also never been more afraid. what does he do to people that find out? what is going to happen to your relationship?

the body of blue and red stocks closer to the bushes with careful steps. you try to scoot away, but your back hits the fence. the wood creaks, your actions not quiet enough. his footsteps pick up speed as they rush to the bushes with determination.

spider-man jumps over the plant with grace, hoping to see a wild animal of some sort. but when he sees his girl with the most shocked and terrified expression in the world, he immediately falls to his knees.

“y/n,” he calmly says, slowly inching to you. he doesn’t hesitate to comfort you as peter. you don’t move, you just listen. “it’s okay. i promise.”

now that he sensed you, peter could hear your heartbeat overbearingly in his ears. he could hear your muffled breaths under your palm, and he just wanted to soothe your fear.

“baby,” he wanted to cuddle your body until you stopped shaking. you weren’t crying, you were just in shock. peter takes a quick glance at his surroundings before yanking off his mask and kneeling, so you could see his face reflecting off the moonlight. “it’s just me.”

“i…” you whispered as your hands fell from your face. peter doesn’t hesitate to grab them gently with his gloved ones. “…knew it.”

“you knew i was spider-man?”

“well… for like five seconds,” you flusteredly laugh while trying to recover. you still haven’t gotten used to this. well it’s only been a minute. “i knew you were hiding something.”

“what are you doing out this late anyway?” he stares straight up at the moon as it shines vehemently over you both.

“uh… well,” you start, “i was kind of curious as to how you always snuck into my bedroom without a latter or something, so i went to see? i don’t really know what i was looking for.”

peter chuckles. “but you found your answer, yeah?”

“yeah, i did,” you smile with sweetness as peter helps you up from the grass floor.

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“it’s different breaking into your room rather than mine,” you say as you sit on the edge of peter’s bed. you watch as he tosses his mask inside of a box labeled books. “so that’s what was in the box. not dirty magazines.”

“surprise?” peter laughs and you giggle at his shyness. his cheeks and nose were red from the cold, but also from the slight blush that crossed them. you made him feel all warm and tingly inside, and even a little gooey.

his hand reaches for the button on his chest. it deflates, instantly becoming huge around him.

“wait,” you stop him before he undresses himself. he looks towards you. “can i just… look at you for a moment? in the suit?”

a small smirk creeps up his face. peter clicks the button again and his suit encloses on his body, outlining his muscles perfectly. every ridge and curve of him was being shown off by the spandex. you felt a spark of lust fire inside of you at the sight.

“like me in my suit, baby?” he teased as he trudged over to you. you stood up from the bed to meet his buff chest. you nodded with a bite of your lip.

he nearly growls before attaching your lips. it’s barely been a day since he’s last kissed you, but that’s too long for him. his gloved hand grips your jaw to deepen the kiss while your hands explore his messy hair.

the heat between you was undeniable. you were getting worked up over peter in his suit, and that’s something you never thought was possible. because you didn’t think peter being spider-man was possible.

is there a spider-man kink?

you take your shirt off after breaking the kiss, but resume it in no time. as he pushes you onto the bed, you stop him, having a new idea in mind.

“peter,” you sigh, spandex body hovering over yours.

“you okay?”

“yeah, yes. i just…” you swallowed, “can i…”

you didn’t really get your question out. you just slithered your body off the bed until your knees were digging into his carpet. peter’s eyebrows shoot up as he stares down at your figure, submissive below him.

“fuck. you want to touch my cock?” peter was already growing hard at the idea of fucking you in his suit. he found it hot that you found his suit hot. everything seemed to be a turn on right now. but now you were on your fucking knees like an angel and damn near begging to touch him?

how could he say no?

“go ahead then, sweet girl,” peter allows, but you stay still.

“how do i take it off—?”

“right—”

he unzips a zipper that you swear wasn’t there before. you barely take him fully out before you’re drooling at the sight. he was big and thick, and you don’t think you’d ever get used to looking at and feeling him.

your thumb drags over his weepy tip and he winces at your freezing touch.

“sorry!” you exclaimed with a funky smile. he forcefully laughs while you spit warmth into your hand.

“it’s okay, baby.”

your delicate hand wraps around him as you shift up and down. he sighs into the air, eyes fluttering back. your other hand scratches his thighs lightly. then, you fondle his balls until he’s groaning above you.

“fuck, darling,” he moans as his rough hand rests on your head. with his grip on you, you feel inclined to put your mouth on him. you’re barely an inch away, so what are you waiting for?

your lips pucker as you kiss his veiny shaft. you see from the top of your eyes how his face floods with pleasure, and your ego rises.

“if you look at me like that again, i’m going to explode, baby,” peter husks with his fingers laced in your hair for support.

with a hummed chuckle, you finally place your mouth on him. you suck on his leaky tip as a deep groan elicits from him. his noises always give you a bunch of reassurance, so you hum against him in satisfaction.

“takin’ me so well,” peter forces himself to stay still and let you do all the work. although, his hips just want to break free and ram into the back of your throat until you lose your voice. for another time… “love when you’re on your knees for me.”

you vibrated a moan against his cock as you took him deeper, a little more than half way. you were never the best at giving head because you couldn’t go that far down without gagging atrociously, but after peter showed you a better technique, for breathing and comfort, he thought you were a professional.

“you like being on your knees for me? or for spider-man?”

a groggy moan rippled around his cock from your filled throat, confirming his suspicions. you were definitely turned of the idea of peter as spider-man, and because of that, he was too. every time you were horny, peter was too.

you released your hands from him and braced them on his thighs. you focused and remembered the small notes he’s given you before. you take a long breath before sinking his cock deep in the back of your mouth. your thumb stabs your palm to eliminate your gag reflex, and it works. your nose nudges the base of his cock and you can see up close how his abs contract tightly.

“fuck! doing so good for me. going to make me come, sweet girl.”

hearing this, you bob and twist your head with a goal. your tongue swirls exploring around each ridge like it’s never tasted the plain before. peter was delicious; he was sweet with a pinch of saltiness that made you a fan of giving head. you would get on your knees any day for him.

his cock twitches in your mouth, warning you that he’s coming. you feel his hips buck into you as he strongly yanks your hair. you groan as he lets himself go.

“where do you want it? on your face? chest? or are you going to swallow it like a good girl?”

even when his dick twitches again, you don’t make an effort to move. you lick the underside of him, which sends peter over the edge.

a string of hushed groans fall from his pink lips as his muscles clench. ropes of his orgasm spurts down your throat, and you swallow every drop like a champ. well, almost all. parts of his come drip from the corner of your lip as he slowly pulls out of you.

the second he exits you, your jaw is instantly sore and achy, but it was worth it. to see the flustered and breathless peter above you was worthless everytime. peter was nearly disoriented by how fucking incredible your mouth was. how you were.

he tucks himself back into his suit as you remain on the floor. he leans down and helps you up, your knees popping in the process.

“how was it this time?” you croaked, voice cracking horrendously. peter tries not to laugh as he wipes away the nearly dried sperm on your face. you open your mouth without a thought, and he sticks his thumb in your mouth for you to lick it clean.

“it was good. fucking amazing. impeccable. exceeded expectations. outstanding performance—”

“okay, okay i get it. you’re a nerd!” you brokenedly laugh as you shove his chest. you got a sudden wave of chills because you were starting to get a bit cold. your body was still running hot because you were still, well, turned on.

“nerds are awesome, okay? they know everything.”

“like what? impress me,” you challenge as you throw your leg on top of his lap and get yourself seated. he smirks, feeling his cock chuff up a bit already. you were beyond soaked in your panties, and you just couldn’t wait for peter to destroy you.

peter knows you didn’t actually want him to say anything nerdy, so he made it a bit sexual. as always.

“they know how to… kiss.”

“you’re probably the one nerd that knows how to kiss.”

“okay, fine. i know how to kiss,” his hand cups your face as it leans closer towards his. he places a soft, longing kiss on your swollen lips before pulling away way too fast for your liking. “i know how to touch you, i know how to rile you up. right? i’m doing it right now. and you’re probably soaking.”

a warmth wave floods through your body at his words.

“i know how to talk to you too. bet these dirty words are going straight to your little clit, huh?”

“peter,” you whimper. he was right. he was beyond right.

his hand trails down your bare stomach and hovers over your clothed cunt. he can feel the heavy heat radiating from you through your leggings, begging for more.

“i can feel you. i can smell you, too. a perk of being spider-man,” he smiles, “guess this nerd is pretty great.”

“peter!” you shook his shoulders in desperation, but he didn’t move. you had a love hate relationship with his teasing. he indeed got you riled up, to the max, until you were begging him to touch you. he just dragged it on and on and on. he loved hearing you beg for it.

“okay, okay, sweet girl,” peter chuckled as his fingers fumbled down the waistline of your leggings. they were thick, so you helped him get them down. “just want to hear you say how awesome nerds are first. how do you think i made these webs?”

“you’re the hottest, super-nerd i’ve ever met in my life. now can you please fuck me?” you begged as your cunt ached.

“aw thanks, baby,” all he did was laugh at your misery with a smirk. “all you had to do was say please.”

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note: not my best work, but i hope you enjoyeddd. literally posting this at 1 am :D

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[ursemma]

Fandoms I write for:

Requests are open!!

Gossip girl

Nate Archibald , and Chuck bass.

Harry Potter

Harry Potter, Weasley twins, Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Lorenzo berkshire, Theodore nott , James Potter, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin

Maxton hall

James Beaufort

Spiderman

Peter Parker

Any Celebrity!

And lastly

Formula 1

Max Verstappen, Charles Leclerc, Carlos Saiz, Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri and Lewis Hamilton

Things i won't write for

Daddy/mommy kink

Foot fetish

Degradation kink

Vomit/period/piss/spit kink

Age gap more than 4 yrs

Trans reader or character

Rap€/ assault/ molestation

Knife play/gun play

[tfsr1rlfem]

Hi everyone I was wanting to start getting back into writing since I’ve kind of been in a slump with it since college and i was hoping If anyone had any sort of requests or characters they would want me to write for I’d be more than willing!

The characters I’d be willing to write for for now would be:

Any of the criminal minds characters (please someone give me a Spencer Reid fic idea I love him so much)

Any of the Harry Potter characters (this can include marauders era but I’m not as familiar so give me patience)

Any stranger things character

Anyone from Derry girls

Any marvel character

I would also be open to writing for celebrities/ influencers if I am familiar with them

Thank you in advance I appreciate anyone who’s even read this <33

[buckybarnesandmarvel]

hey guys! i think i may slowly be coming back into the writing mood, so hopefully, this week i'll be able to post a fic! i know i have tons and tons of drafts and requests not done and thank you all for being so patient, but can i request if anyone can send in a couple more requests, maybe? i've been scrolling through my drafts and i'm not really getting any inspiration to start off again. thank you again and i love u guys loads!!

i'll tag some people later too :)

[icantdothisallday198]

Andrew Garfield x Reader x Tom Holland You were sitting on your bed when Tom and Andrew walked in, "hey guys" you said as they sat on your bed and cuddled up to you "long day?" You asked "yeah felt like everything went wrong today" Andrew said cuddling further into your neck while Tom nodded and done the same.

"Aww it's gonna be okay darlings" you said playing with their hair, they both made noise when you started playing with their hair they were both clearly enjoying it.

"How about we have a little fun before we go to sleep?" You ask them "what do you mean?" They both say in unison "I know how much you love watching porn so why don't we watch some together?" They both look at each other and nod "yes please" Andrew says while Tom nods his head.

"What kind of porn do you want to watch?" You ask them "anything really just whatever turns you on" they both say back to you, you smile, stand up, walk over to your laptop and turn it on "okay let's see what I can find" you say as you sit down next to them and start typing.

"Oh god this is going to be good" you think to yourself, Tom and Andrew are sitting on the bed now naked, while you type away on your computer, "this one looks good" you say looking at the screen as you press play on the video and start undressing. You hear Tom and Andrew moan as they watch the video and jerk off, you then turn to Andrew and take over for him, he moans loud when you start touching him.

"Hey! No fair why does he get attention and I don't" Tom whined "okay, okay" you said and took over for him as well they both moaned at first they were watching the porn but it had been long forgotten by now.

"Oh god" Tom moaned out "you're so hot" Andrew said touching you in any place he could, you then took Tom in your mouth, Tom moaned so loud you were concerned that your neighbours were going to call the cops, while Andrew felt left out and started to finger you, you moaned around Tom which just made Tom moan louder.

"Fuck me Andrew" you said, you heard Andrew moan from behind you but he quickly complied and started fucking you "I'm close Andrew" you moaned out around Tom, "me too" Tom moaned out "lets cum together" you said and they both agreed "yes" they both moaned in unison. You feel Andrew cum inside you, and then Tom follows soon after.

You collapse onto the bed exhausted. "That was amazing" you say while you recover. "Yes it was" Tom said as he snuggles into you "goodnight darlings" you say and you both fall asleep in each others arms.

[viviennes-tears]

Keeping a secret (Tom Hiddleston & Tom Holland one shot)

18+ blog: It is YOUR responsibility, as a reader, to think about the content that you consume at your own discretion. 

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A/N: I'm so excited for you all to read the first prompt from the new batch of requests! I hope you like it 😊 x

Prompt request by VampireQueen666 on A03: Tom Hiddleston is on the Avengers set and the others are giving him a little surprise celebration for something. Holland is tasked to watch him till they're done setting up. Hiddleston and Holland are watching tv in their costumes. Hiddleston knows Holland is hiding something, and he knows he can't keep a secret, So Hiddleston stars seducing him, kissing his neck and stripping him out of his costume, playing with Hollands naked body, Holland is having a hard time keeping the secret, sex ensues but Holland succeeds in keeping his mouth shut.

Summary: Tom Holland accidentally found out that The Avengers Infinity War cast and crew have been planning an anniversary party for him and Tom Hiddleston. Much to everyone's reluctance they intrust him to keep their secret from Tom, despite how he's never been any good at not giving away any spoilers. However he finds himself betting with Tom whether or not he can truly stay true to his word, having to endure a tortuously pleasurable coaxing, without spoiling anything. 

Warnings: Smut, spanking, deprived orgasm, dirty talk, oral sex, masturbation, bondage, anal fingering, m/m established relationship, fuck used once?, teasing and dom Tom Hiddleston if you squint.

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The Avengers Infinity War cast and crew cheered and clapped as filming had finally wrapped after an exhaustingly long day. During the aftermath some people formed small groups, standing around whilst chatting and laughing among themselves, also exchanges of a job well done. Hiddleston jumped up out of his chair and rushed over, wrapping an arm around Holland's neck, as he messed up his already static hair which was caused from wearing his Spiderman mask. Both Toms were laughing in between Holland's puny attempts at protesting.

"Now, now Loki play nice." RDJR mockingly-chastised with a smirk across his lips. Tom lets Holland go shortly thereafter, receiving a playful shove in return, then he follows that by pushing his face away playfully as if to get rid of his smile. Of course neither could stop smiling, and being close to each other. As proven by Hiddleston pulling Holland close to his side and placing a peck to his cheek.

Before long both Toms exit the set with Chris Hemsworth, the three of them chatting away, whilst Hiddleston walks with his arm around Holland's shoulders and Holland has his around Hiddleston's slim waist. Also, despite Hiddleston's last scene of the day having ended ages ago he waited around the set for Holland to finish, he enjoyed watching the younger man perfect his craft, and he couldn't wait to spend some alone time with him now the filming part of the day was over. Especially since it's their third month anniversary, having met during a meeting with Kevin Feige and other executives, as well as many others like Downey. It was merely their paths crossing briefly, kind of meeting, until they had gotten together a short while after filming had begun, both falling fast for the other. However what Hiddleston doesn't realise is that the cast and crew have been planning a little surprise party to celebrate the special occasion. Whereas Holland found out accidentally, and he now has been tasked keeping Hiddleston occupied, at least until the final preparations are finished.

"Remember what we all said earlier?" Chris Evans asks, after he races to catch up with them and Elizabeth Olsen in tow.

"Yeah, it's important mate. Keep this...." Hemsworth covers Holland's mouth with his palm as they halt in their tracks, "shut, alright?" He says seriously and then removes his hand, as Holland just nods in agreement.

"We're trusting you, ok?" Evans adds as he points his finger at him.

Hiddleston's eyebrows knit together in confusion, "about what?," he asks as he glances between them all.

Holland opens his mouth to speak but..."couldn't say, sorry..." Elizabeth says, then shrugs with her lips pressed into a thin line. Whereas both Chrises mumbled some nonsense, before they pointed into different directions, as if pretending they had been called away.

"Lizzy?" Tom tries to coax her to talk in his low menacing Loki voice, as he closes the distance between them.

"It won't work on me, Hiddles." Elizabeth says, folding her arms under her cleavage with a satisfying confidence in herself.

"Humph...it did when we were dating." The pair narrowed their gaze at each other and his jaw flexed while tightly clenched together.

Elizabeth is the first to break eye contact, "good luck with this one." She says teasingly and playfully pats Holland's cheek as she passes him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Hiddleston asks defensively, but he's not given an answer or even a backwards glance as she disappears.

Holland came up beside Hiddleston and kissed his cheek. "Come on, don't let it spoil our anniversary." He says in an annoyingly comforting way, causing Hiddleston to roll his eyes at him, while a smile plays on his lips simultaneously.

Hiddleston then takes Holland's hand as they single file into Hiddleston's trailer. Once inside Holland gets comfy in the seating booth and instantly reaches for the TV remote, as Hiddleston closes the door behind them, then he moves gracefully towards the kitchenette which is opposite Holland. He is careful not to block the TV screen that is attached to the wall underneath some cabinets, as he grabs them a couple of beers out of the fridge. He twists off the caps before tossing them carelessly onto the counter and then he joins Holland in the booth. He sets both beers down onto the table before he slouches down and leans back into Holland's chest as he flicks through the TV channels.

The TV flickers from picture to picture until Holland finally settles on a random movie which had barely started. Satisfied with the find Holland puts the remote down next to his untouched beer before his fingers find their way into Hiddleston's inky black Loki wig. He twizzles a strand around his fingers as Hiddleston wraps his other arm around him. They settle into a peaceful silence for a while as they watch the movie, that is until Hiddleston begins interrogating Holland for some answers.

"What did Chris mean when he told you to shut it?" Hiddleston asks, as he peers up at Holland as he stays nestled back in his chest.

"Oh...er...you know just about the usual spoilers and stuff." Holland replies without taking his eyes off the TV screen.

"Right...." Tom trails off in disbelief, a questioning quirk of his brow, as he sits up in order to look Tom sternly in the eye. "You're not usually this quiet." His gaze unfaltering as Tom tries to appear innocent, evidently his facial expression was too transparent, Hiddleston knows him far too well and Holland knows it too.

As Hiddleston's gaze softens slightly he leans in close to Holland, so close that his lips are ghosting Holland's, their lips don't touch as he waits to see what he does first. Waiting to see if there's any cracks in his futile innocence. Albeit as the seconds tick by and Hiddleston doesn't seem to be backing away, Holland presses his lips into a thin line, as if to keep himself from slipping up. When Hiddleston finally does make a move he kisses the side of Holland's mouth, then he kisses along his jaw while his left hand cradles Holland's head, as it lulls to the side and exposes his neck completely to him. Now Hiddleston has access he slowly makes his way down his neck. The soft caress of Hiddleston's lips on Holland's neck causes him to let out a moan and his hands grip onto Hiddleston's forearms. His grip tightens as the kisses soon turn into bruising ones instead.

"You've never been able to keep that pretty little mouth of yours closed for long though." Tom says seductively, once he looks back into Tom's eyes, and he runs his thumb along Holland's bottom lip as he speaks.

"I can keep a secret!" Holland whinily complained with a pouty lip.

"Just like the time when you told Jacob Batalon and then the rest of our Marvel co-stars about us after we agreed to keep it between us for a while." Hiddleston said seriously.

"When are you going to let it go? I apologised several times and then some." Holland says and then bites his lip.

"Insufferable..." Hiddleston mockingly-scoffed.

"Yeah, but you love meeeee." Holland pecks Hiddleston on the lips.

"I suppose so..." Hiddleston agrees as another sly smile across his lips. "Do you want to make a bet?" He suggested.

"What kind of bet?" Holland asks cautiously.

"You let me do whatever I want to you until your writhing beneath me...unable to keep quiet...panting, moaning and crooning into my ear." Hiddleston says in his most seductive Loki voice and he nips Holland's earlobe for good measure. "You'll be so putty in my hands that you will tell me everything and you'll cum harder than you've ever cum before." He whispers into his ear.

"W-what happens if I don't?" Holland replies a little breathlessly after that imagery was put into his head.

"If you don't I won't let you cum." Hiddleston says, gently patting Holland's cheek with a knowing look.

"No, don't be like that. It's our anniversary. Anything but that, please?" Holland pleads with puppy dog eyes.

"Ehehe, I know that look, I'm the master of that look as well as others..." Hiddleston winks with two fingers hooked underneath Holland's chin. "Those are my terms, not that you have any say in the matter."

"But-" Hiddleston's lips crash against Holland's, silencing him this time, hungrily moving against his. Within moments Hiddleston's tongue prods eagerly against Holland's lips, asking permission for them to part, which they do so willingly and Hiddleston's tongue is met by Holland's, massaging against the other's and teeth slightly scraping together.

As Holland's eyes slowly open after their lips part to catch their breath, he sees Hiddleston sliding on his knees backwards, until he steps out of the booth and his eyes never leaving Holland's as he moves gracefully. However Holland isn't given long to get his breath back before he's dragged to the edge of the booth by his ankles, his hands are now in Hiddleston's reach, and then he's yanked up onto his feet. Tom instantly presses his body into Hiddleston's as their lips find each other again, with his arms wrapped around Hiddleston's waist, while Hiddleston's wrap around his neck. As the kiss deepens Hiddleston toys with the zipper at the back of Holland's SpiderMan costume, pulling it down slowly, his knuckles brushing against his flesh. Once the zipper reaches half way down Tom's back Tom pulls the latex away from his right shoulder, exposing his delectable soft skin to him, which is asking to be marked like his neck had done earlier. A gasp leaves Holland's lips at the sudden bite to his shoulder.

Hiddleston soon carries on, pulling Holland's costume down slowly and with the newly presented areas on his chest becoming bruisingly marked, licked and caressed affectionately. Each nipple taken into Hiddleston's hot mouth in turn as the other was rolled and pinched between his fingers. Thus far Holland hadn't said a word except for the sounds of approval. Evidently Hiddleston had to up his ammo. Firstly Hiddleston wiggles Holland's costume down past his hips, then he yanks it off the rest of the way, and reveals his cheeky black lacy thong underneath. Tom curled his fingers around the thin edges wrapped around his hips, once he stood back to his full height and then he roughly pulled Tom's hips to his own, both groaning at the sudden closeness.

"I like these ones." Hiddleston growls.

"I thought you'd prefer a more grown up look for the special occasion instead of my usual novelty ones you keep tearing off." Holland said and it was his turn to nip at Hiddleston, taking his bottom lip between his teeth, pulling gently on it for a few seconds.

"What makes you think these ones won't get torn?" Hiddleston asks as he rolls his hips against Holland.

"Because I'll run out before filming wraps." Holland replies, his cheeks heat up as Hiddleston lovingly strokes his face with one hand, the other still tangled around the edge of his thong.

"Humm...we can get you more." Hiddleston said, as he ripped Tom's thong off with one hand, letting the torn material fall by their feet, his fingers then tracing down the v-dip and brushing the light sprinkling of pubic hairs.

Tom's breath hitches in his throat as anticipation within his body tingles delightfully, albeit Hiddleston doesn't touch him where he needs him most, at least not yet anyway. Instead he stood there in all his bare glory for a couple of minutes only to have Hiddleston return to him with his famous Loki scarf. The scarf runs along his jaw, down the side of his neck and his chest, the fluffiness causing him to giggle as it dances across his ticklish skin. He easily allows his arms to be caged between his back and Hiddleston's chest once he was spun around. He felt the scarf being tied tightly around his wrists, as Hiddleston gently kissed his shoulder blades, the last of Mr Nice Guy for the time being.

Hiddleston seats himself back into the booth, spreading his thighs generously to accommodate Holland's naked form, which he draped over them roughly before his hand thwacked against his backside. The full spans of Hiddleston's hand struck in quick sessions, reddening the pale skin beneath his hand, Holland letting out cries of pleasure mixed with hisses as he felt the sting and heat begin to radiate from his tush. It had been a while since he'd been spanked and unashamedly he missed it. He felt his cock hardening between his thighs and he could feel Hiddleston's own growing bulge against his stomach too.

Heavy pants filled the air following on from the relentless spanking session mixed with the low murmurs of the TV still on in the background. Holland lay draped over Hiddleston's lap still waiting to be let up, as he felt Hiddleston knead his bum, and then he felt a cold lotion being poured onto his reddened flesh. It was gently rubbed into his skin to help soothe him.

"Ready to talk yet?" Came Hiddleston's gruffly voice.

"N-no..." Holland said around the lump in his throat.

Clearly it wasn't the correct answer, earning himself another harsh thwack, before he was forced to stand on shaky legs as Hiddleston dragged himself out of the booth. Next he was forced down onto the table. The untouched beer bottles and TV remote were pushed to the end to make space for his body, while his arms remained trapped beneath him, as his wrist remained tied together. His legs were hoisted up and forcefully parted with his feet planted firmly on the table. Hiddleston's lusty gaze roamed over the fine specimen before him and he bit his lip to suppress a groan. Eventually his fingers traveled lightly down the valley of Holland's chest, spreading the light sheen of sweat, and spares of hairs matted together. His fingers stilling at his navel as he meets his gaze. Next Hiddleston leans down, peppering kisses once more down chest, Holland's toned abdomen tightening, caused by Hiddleston tracing around his muscles. Before long Hiddleston was kneeling down with his head between his thighs, placing sloppy kisses to each of them, whilst his fingers stroked in small circles on Holland's hips.

"Anything you wish to tell me?" Hiddleston asks, his lips ghosting hotly against one thigh.

"I-I told you....n-no." Holland panted.

"No?" Hiddleston growled lowly.

Tom sat back on his heels as he spat into his palm before taking hold of Holland's engorged red flushed cock into his hand. Holland gasped and felt his cock twitch in his hand as he was being stroked at a leisurely pace. Hiddleston's salvia coated his cock as he spread it from head to base. He then pressed the pad of his thumb against the slit and massaged his balls with the other hand. Pearls of precum trickled out after a few swipes of his thumb. Leaning forward Hiddleston used the flat of his tongue and licked a wet stripe along the slit, making Holland hiss through gritted teeth, and his fingers twitched behind his back to ensure the blood still flowed.

Hiddleston nuzzled his nose against Tom's manhood, inhaling deeply, his own cock practically wanted to burst out of his tight leather trousers. He swallowed thickly before taking the head of his cock between his already reddened lips. He sucked gently at first, creating sounds as though he was enjoying a lollipop instead, until he returned to licking the tip. A few times this happened before his gaze through his lashes was met by the younger man's own gaze, his lips slightly parted, a dreamily glint in his eyes, as he held his head up to watch. Watching his cock disappear between beautiful thin lips, and the feeling of wanting to tangle his fingers into Tom's own hair instead of the wig, which now fell around his face in messy tendrils. Yet the upwards thrust of his hips begged Hiddleston to take more of his needy cock. Thankfully he obliged. Hiddleston took him all the way down his throat and hollowed his cheeks, until he pulled back, the head only seated between his lips. He repeated this action several times at his own pace until Holland began rutting upwards and further down his throat. Usually Holland would lay back and let Tom take his fill, but seeing as this was a bet he wanted to push him, to get Tom to make him cum without spilling the tea. He managed to slide off the table and began to impatiently force his length all the way to the back of Tom's throat. Hiddleston had to grab tightly onto the backs of his thighs as Tom used his mouth, tears springing up from his eyes, while he tried to relax his throat and keep breathing through the merciless fucking.

The quack in Holland's thighs was the telltale sign of his pending climax, but before he could fathom what was happening Hiddleston ripped himself away, his saliva and Tom's precum dribbling down his chin. Holland whined at the loss of his hot wet mouth around him. His plan had failed.

Hiddleston tsk'd as he rose onto his feet, wiping his chin and mouth with the back of his hand, before he forced Holland back down onto the table. Forcing him back into his previous position with his legs hoisted up and parted. Holland didn't dare try anything else and waited for his boyfriend to resume his agonising bet. That he did when he was pleased enough with the way his climax had subsided. He continued with his ministrations, his hand collecting the slick from his cock, before tracing and rubbing two fingers around Tom's hole. His sore ass scraping against the knotted wood beneath him. Also no matter how many times he was touched there by Tom he always shivered with delight at knowing the inevitability. A gasp escaped his parted lips as one finger entered him, it wiggled around inside a bit, until only the tip remained. Hiddleston repeated the action two more times before a second finger joined in. Wiggling both around and then gently spreading them, opening him up, enjoyment etched on his face from the slow torture.

"Tom p-please go faster." Holland pleaded through ragged breaths.

Tom removed his fingers momentarily, allowing Tom to sit up as he untied him, "don't try anything just because I untied you." He warned and gently laid him back again once his arms were freed.

Holland embraced the freedom of his hands, allowing Tom to massage them above his head with one hand, the other hand finding its way down his body. He moaned at the feeling of his fingers returning to his now sodden hole. Only this time he was a lot more rougher, his fingers fucking him wildly and Holland's hands flew up to hold steadfast onto Hiddleston's leather bound hips to keep him grounded. The feeling intensified as his cock was taken back into his hand, being pleasured in such a way that just as Hiddleston said he was crooning into his ear as he lent down to him.

"That's it baby, sing for me. Tell me all." Hiddleston whispered hoarsely.

Unfortunately just as Hiddleston also said Holland didn't get to cum. He lost the bet as he stayed true to his word. Although deep down Tom was proud, but he wouldn't let it show.

Heaving breaths filled the air as Tom sat up and saw Hiddleston stooped against the kitchenette counter, as he unzipped his leather trousers, freeing his flushed viney cock out of its tight confinements. He spits into his palm again and takes hold of his needy cock. Bravely Tom slid off the table and wobbled towards the older man who's fist was tightly assaulting his length. Upon approaching closer he could see Hiddleston's pupils are completely blown out, just like he suspected his own to be like, the same could be said for their lips to be red and swollen.

Holland tries to reach for him with pleading eyes, but his hand is instantly slapped away, followed by a grunt falling from Hiddleston's lips causing his own cock to twitch wantonly in his hand. His lustful gaze roaming over Holland's flushed aroused body, soaking in every ounce of him, his thrusts into his hand becoming erratic as his eyes stopped at Tom's proudly erected cock.

"F-fuckkk!" Tom groaned with his eyes tightly closing in perfect timing of his release. He comes in thick ropes, spurting out onto his hand, some dripping through his fingers and landing on his leather boots.

Holland finally closes the distance between them and kisses Tom's temple. "You're beautiful." He whispers.

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Later Holland manages to convince Tom to go out instead of being cooped up in the trailer for the rest of the night, like they'd previously planned on doing, at least that's what Tom thought their plans were. Plans of eating a takeaway and staying in for the night just the two of them. Although Holland's foolproof excuse was that he needed it after the torturous bet between them, it seemed to work too.

Their car pulls up at a quiet out of the way grand stoned venue. Hiddleston looked out the window as his eyebrows knitted together, his mouth opening to ask where they were, but the words could barely form as his attention was drawn away from the window. The sounds of Holland opening the door on his side and hoping out onto the gravelled drive had confused him more. He thought they were going to some restaurant in town, evidently the newer and better TH he often referred to Holland as had other ideas. Wordlessly Hiddleston decided to join Holland, stepping out onto the gravelled driveway, holding his hand when he rounded the car and letting the younger man guide him inside.

The venue's foyer was elegant, empty of people, and warmly lit by the posh glass chandelier above their heads. Not that Tom gave Hiddleston much time to enjoy the architecture or finer details of the entrance, he was beaming that much was clear, guiding Tom further inside. Ahead of them down the other end of the corridor was a large wooden door and as if on cue they swung open once they were right outside of them.

"SURPRISE!" Came a chorus of familiar voices of the cast and crew who had grouped together in the centre awaiting their arrival.

Hiddleston was completely stunned. They'd made a lot of effort in elaborately decorating the venue. A banner hung across two pillars, it read 'happy anniversary!' in a bold black font, with a golden swirly pattern in the banner's corners which complimented the back writing. Balloons of black and gold were scattered about the dance floor as well as helium ones decorating the decked out tables. After everybody had spurts out Hiddleston became mobile again. Both Toms got to drink, dance and laugh as well as tuck into the delicious buffet that was spread out at the back.

Near the end of the night when a slow song came on both Toms got onto the dance floor with the rest of the couples. They swayed gently in each other's arms to the music.

"Soooo...do I get to cum later?" Tom asks loud enough for only Tom to hear him with a wiggle of eyebrows.

"I'm not promising anything." Tom says as if thinking about the request, adding to Holland's accomplishment of keeping all of this a secret, except for the twinkle in his eyes was giving him away.

Tom Hiddleston Masterlist

Source: @viviennes-tears​ ​

[vikilinda]

Sooo, first of all, thank you very much for all those who have voted, as soon as the time is up upload them request. And now, I was thinking of doing other stories, so if you have requests about any series or actor, leave it to me on a tray and I'll be happy to do it. while we see each other on Saturday with the requests🤎

[starboye]

pairing: jacob elordi x male reader x tom holland

request: I'm a manwhore for Jacob Elordi and Tom Holland being possessive over male reader whenever he talks to another guy whether he's just being friendly in general and the two of them just fuck and tease male reader whenever they get a chance and male reader calling them daddy(btw love your work!)

warnings: smut, rough sex, fingering, teasing, face fucking, cum eating, daddy kink

you were just chatting it up with some other actor at an event, you weren't even all touchy with them like jacob says but somehow just talking to the guy shows how badly you wanted him to fuck you so they just had to interrupt the conversation, both of them wrapping an arm around you waist and laying a kiss on your head.

"hey baby who's this" jacob asks moving his hand lower to grope your ass right in front of the man "just a friend i was talking to" you say already knowing the thoughts bouncing around in their minds "well seeing as we're here now you can go now" tom pipes up, watching the man quickly walk away to not start anything with tom or jacob.

"now why did you do that" you ask turning around to see the shit eating grin on their faces before jacobs leans down to kiss you and tom starts kissing your neck "we have no idea what you mean" tom mutter "guys stop we're in public" you try to push them off you but once they have a thought in mind they wont stop till they do it.

pushing you into the nearest bathroom and locking the door before taking off your clothes and letting them drop to the floor, jacob bending you over the the sink and spitting on his fingers, sliding them up and down your hole to open you up while tom continued making out with you to swallow your moans to keep them from reaching the ears of the others outside the door.

after some time of teasing you jacob finally slips his fingers inside you, curling them inside you over and over as he pumped them in and out of you, just grazing against your good spot leaving you moaning into toms mouth like a needy cock whore "please please i need it" you whined making them both chuckle "you want this cock in you" jacob taunts you, just barely rubbing his tip up and down your hole.

"mhm please j" you choke out and jacob fulfills your request, slipping his thick cock into you in an instant, whimpers falling from your mouth as the large man plows your hole raw while tom decides he has to keep you quiet some way, turning you his way and pulling his pants down to let his cock flop out and shoving it in your mouth, your moans reverberating around his cock making him shudder a little.

"two tight holes for two big cock" tom laughs pumping his cock in and out of your mouth roughly, listening to you gag around him like a good boy, it felt so good being a cock slut for tom and jacob, feeling their dick fill you up and stretch you out everyday, although it left you sore it was so good to be the only hole for them.

"what do you say, should we fill him up jacobs" tom asks feeling himself already about to unload "it would be a crime if we didn't" jacob smirks pounding into you harder before emptying his load into you, tom following close behind and cumming down your throat, hearing as you struggle to take all his thick cum down but you do.

"now what do you say" jacob asks giving a little slap to your ass "thank you daddy" you stammer out "good boy now lets get you dressed" tom says, they both help you put all your clothes back on and walk you to the car, getting weird stare from the guests that see you walking funny and looking fucked out, only if they knew.

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[whoreforpeterparker]

The Unknown

Summary: Peter and reader make out for the first time ;)

Requests are open : )

You and Peter haven't done anything more than kiss but it isn't because you guys don't want to go further its simply hard to find a time to be alone. Peter is always busy with being Spider-man which you don't mind at all but it gets frustrating when all you want to do is make out with him until you get lightheaded. Thats all you think about in class and you were determined that today was the day. 

When you and Pater arrived to his apartment you find out that May isn't home. "What do you wanna do?"Peter ask while opening his bedroom door "umm I don't know maybe watch a movie?" u say while sitting down on his bed and smiling widely. You don't realise that you've been staring at Peter the whole time that the movie has been playing until he laughs and ask "what?" while giving you the dorkiest smile ever you don't answer instead you lean in and kiss him. 

Peter holds your face gently with one hand, the other on your waist you are both smiling into the kiss until you grab and tug at his hair that makes him groan. He kisses you harder moving his hand under your shirt you keep playing with his hair and tugging at it, you love the sounds Peter makes. His hands move to your thighs you whimper when he gets dangerously close to your core.

  Peter pulls you into his lap you moan quietly when you feel him already hard from your actions he takes the opportunity to stick his tongue in your mouth. His hands wander on your lower back instead of where you desperately want him to touch you "Peter" you whisper making him stop his movements to looks at you blushing and panting "touch me". His eyes widen as his blush deepens he kisses you with all his strength and lets his hands wander to your ass you moan and grab the hairs on the back of his neck.

You feel hot and sweaty so you quickly take your shirt of revealing your lace bra Peters eyes go wide and you feel his dick twitch in his pants. "fuck" Peter whispers never taking his eyes off of your tits he's embarrassed of how many times he has imagined you in situations like this that he can't believe that it is happening and how gorgeous you are. 

He moves his kisses to your jaw then neck trying to find your soft spot "fuck Peter right there" you moan when he finds that delicious spot of yours. Peter swears he has never heard anything hotter then your moaning and panting he makes it his mission to get you to make those sounds as many times as he can. He sucks and bites at your spot making you move in his lap you both groan when you rub against his hard dick. He moves his lips to your chest his mouth sucks on the exposed skin of your left boob while his hand fondled with the other." fuck baby feels so good" you say out of breath this was way better than you imagined.

Peter helps you move on his lap you both gasp and moan at the incredible sensation. Peter stops to look at you as you move yourself on him "fuck you're so beautiful" you kiss him in response never stopping your movements the kiss is sloppy and hot your both panting and moaning into each others mouth.

You kiss down his jaw to his neck sucking and licking desperately your hands go under his shirt his skin is hot and sweaty. Peter whimpers and pulls you even closer to him when you find his spot. You move faster in his lap nothing but whimpers and gasps coming from your mouth. 

"Fuck this feels amazing" Peter moans throwing his head back, your hands are all over his chest you feel like you are going to explode any minute but that all stops when you hear the front door open.

[boypied]

OUR GOOD BOY.

pairings: tom holland x male reader x taylor zakhar perez

summary: male reader is in a polyamourous couple and they decided to fuck him for being such a brat lately.

requested by: anonymous

warnings: SMUT, anal sex, threesome.

The sound of your moans were muffled by Tom's plump asscheeks as he sat down on your face, Taylor jerks your cock off trying to cause the third orgasm of the night. Your tongue dips back and forth into Tom's hole after it was filled up with cream from Taylor. It's almost like a cum-filled doughnut. Taylor's hand movements could make you cum in an instant but you were holding back, simply trying to make sure this lasts for as long as possible.

"Fuck!" your boyfriend Tom groans out as his pink-pucker gets tongue fucked by you, his eyes dart down to your pink tip leaking like a fountain. "Look how much!" Taylor groans out in ecstasy as you buck your hips up into his hand. "Fuck him!" Tom says with a smirk. Taylor drops his grasp from your cock. Taylor lines up his cock with your already loosened hole and slides himself back inside "perfect fit" he mumbles out, "thanks to me" Tom says.

Taylor begins to slowly slide himself back and forth, in and out of your wet hole. He was in complete awh as he watched it disappear in and out of your hole like it was some magic trick or a black hole that would suck anything in. He chuckled to himself as he wrapped his hand around your stiff twitching member giving it a couple light jerks before he starts to beat your cock to an inch of its life.

Your eyes flutter back as Tom's plump cheeks practically take over your entire face as they're so juicy, he was every tops dream except he loved fucking your hole so you didn't get the chance to fuck him often. Tom pulls his ass off your face and lines himself up with your cock and slowly sliding himself down on your pole bouncing on it for pleasure on both ends, "fuck! He's stiff isn't he!" Tom groans out to Taylor who completely ignores Tom and just continues pounding away at his hole.

Tom bounces on your cock for a good half-hour but would stop anytime he thought you were getting close to busting, but before you know it he pulls himself off your cock and he sits back down on your face, "eat it!" He says in his hot british accent so you obliged.

Tom flips himself over and pushes his cock into your mouth, feeling your throat take his entire length was the highlight of his entire existence, "p-perfect" he whimpers slightly as he begins to buck his hips back and forth in your mouth as your tongue slides back and forth against the backside of his shaft. Taylor begins to pound away at your hole. "Takin' it so well" he groans out as his cock hits your sweet spot for the hundredth time.

With each thrust of Tom's hips into your throat, it reveals his perfect glistenly wet hole to Taylor making his cock rock hard, they both utterly destroy your boy-pussy, your cunt, whatever you want to call it; it was destroyed. You've never felt so connected in this relationship, then you did right now. Both their cocks stiffened and twitched once more before they both busted their load inside your body, you swallowed all of Tom's load and took in every last drop of Taylors.

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[shawnxstyles]

we need a part two when they finish the project please

sweetheart (part 2)

warnings: smut; (f- receiving [fingering, clit stimulation], praise kink, protected sex, slight cock-warming, dirty talk), and tiny fluff

note: i’m soooo sorry i haven’t been as active. once june starts i’ll be able to write more and post more stories, but right now i’m super busy. i have a few fics right now that i’ve started, but haven’t gotten the chance to sit down and finish them. so for now, please accept this blurb 😖 sweetheart part 1

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you’ve always had a liking for school, in every aspect. unlike most people, you enjoyed doing homework and projects because it helped you understand the material you were learning. specifically, you adored science. you thought that the facts and what-ifs of the universe were fascinating, and you wouldn’t mind spending your whole life experimenting to discover new things. you absolutely loved chemistry and found it fun to analyze different equations to see what substance creates which reaction.

but right now, you’ve never hated science more.

peter is sitting on his computer typing away on the essay portion while you’re trying to focus on writing the poster. in all honesty, he gave you the easier job and you’re grateful, but you can’t seem to focus. not after he had his warm mouth on your pussy only two hours ago. every few moments, you would peek at peter’s fingers typing. you were getting so desperate to the point that each word he typed sent a tingle down your belly. when you two made light conversation, you swear his voice got a little deeper each time, and the rumbly rasp nearly sent you flying onto his lap.

“y/n, did you hear me?” you did not hear him.

“huh?” you blinked a few times, shaking all your dirty thoughts of his fingers from you. but they looked so rough and they moved so quickly, just like they did in you—

“are you okay?” no, you were not okay.

“uh, yeah, i’m fine,” you lied because you just wanted to finish the project, so peter could withhold his promise. that promise was the only thing getting you through this poster. there seemed to be a million facts and a lot of diagrams.

“what’d i say about lying?” peter asked with a head tilt and an octave-lower voice, his fingers halting on the keyboard. your heart skipped an erratic beat and your pencil dropped onto the poster paper.

“d-don’t do it.”

“good, you remembered,” he smirked subtly before typing away again. you take shallow breaths, wondering how he takes away your breath so easily.

the pulsing need of your clit and the burning of your stomach keep you from focusing. after ten minutes of hazily writing and sketching nonsense, you swallow your fear.

“peter, i was wondering if…we could take a break?” you suggested, pencil spinning around your anxious finger.

“sure, that sounds good,” he replies, but not the way you wanted him to. you watch as he saves his progress and closes his computer before walking around the kitchen island. he grabs two cups of water and hands one over to you when you appear at his side.

“oh, i’m not thirsty,” you smile to deny his offer.

“but you will be,” peter says nonchalantly before taking a smooth sip of his water. you feel the all-too familiar blush cascade across your neck as your eyes wander around the floor.

“are you all shy now? you didn’t seem to be when you were checking me out earlier,” peter taunts with a fake-innocent smile and places his glass on the counter. your eyes go wide for a moment, embarrassed that you were caught. “what? you didn’t think i saw you looking at me like you were going to jump on me? i know needy eyes when i see them, baby.”

the overwhelming heat of your skin fogs up your brain, making it impossible to focus on anything but the words leaving his lips. you’re silently begging him to touch you, to mend that ache in your cunt with his rough fingers. and hopefully, his cock. god, you want to see and feel his cock more than anything. you bet it would stretch you out for a whole week.

you swear you’re not normally like this.

“something’s on your mind,” peter observes with squinted eyes and a hand under his chin. “what is it?”

oh, just the idea of you fucking me into oblivion that’s all is what you wanted to say, but of course you didn’t. you mumbled out some gibberish that he couldn’t understand.

“i can’t hear you, sweetheart,” his words were so condescending, and in some twisted way, it turned you on so much.

“your promise,” you finally said, looking at his eyes. with each passing moment they grew from brown to shades darker.

“oh, i see,” peter tsks, “please, remind me what my promise was again? i seem to have forgotten.”

peter just loves games. especially the ones where he can feel your skin radiating fiery heat and watch your body squirm in its place. like he has all night, he’s been able to smell your arousal throughout the two hours you’ve been working. it utterly killed him to sit steady and type some scientific essay that wasn’t nearly as entertaining as your moans or ogasmic face. it was even worse knowing that you were just as desperate, but most likely didn’t want to interrupt your guys’ work time. what an angel you were.

but right now, peter’s never wanted to do more sinful things.

“you said…” how does he say such dirty words with ease? “you said we could continue what we were doing earlier.”

you lean your back against the counter, heart beating erratically in your chest as you try to remain cool. but your entire body was on fire and your clit was throbbing in your soaked underwear, so it was pretty difficult to stay focused.

“and what was that? use your words,” peter softly demands, licking his lips smugly. a never-ending heat cascades through your body, making your heart beat faster than ever. you breathe in, trying to get the courage to be so upfront.

“you said you would…fuck me,” you surprised yourself when you said the words. they sounded even bolder than you would have thought. every little moment he doesn’t say anything makes you think he’s just going to laugh at you. at this point, you think you’ve gone insane because you can no longer feel your heart beating. just the impending silence dangling between you two.

“good girl. now i remember,” peter smiles proudly and inches his way closer to you. his hand snakes up your neck and caresses your jaw. his thumb plays innocently with your bottom lip as your trembling breath huffs out. he could do whatever he wanted to you, and you would let him. “it wouldn’t be very nice if i didn’t keep my promise, would it?”

“no,” you waver out. your legs are stiffened together and your eyes are straining on his every move.

peter solely smirks before leaning down to kiss you. like the movies, his kiss is soft and pleasant. the way your lips molded together caused such an intense chemical reaction, and you would love to experiment on it. multiple times. every day. you would kiss him as many times as you could. you never would forget the magnetic feeling of his lips on yours.

your hands get lost in his brown hair, twisting their way through his ends. you’re so lost within his kiss that you didn’t even comprehend when he said “jump,” but you subconsciously listened and leaped into his hold. peter carried you to his bedroom, which you have been dying to see since you walked through the door. you believed someone’s bedroom said a lot about them.

however, you were too focused on other things to analyze peter’s bedroom. peter delicately lays you onto his black sheets, still kissing you like the world is ending. he slowly makes his way down your warm neck as you hum at the feeling. knowing what’s coming, you don’t wait for peter to ask permission behind discarding your own shirt. you close your eyes and tell yourself to not be self-conscious. he’s already seen you naked, so why be nervous?

seeing this, peter frowns slightly. his rough fingertip taps lightly on your temple. “open. wanna see your pretty eyes.”

your stomach tingles at his words before obeying his request. instead of smirking, peter smiles goofily and then kisses your cheek. a wave of warmth erupts through your skin at his affection. your entire body was covered in flames at this point, and you wondered if you would even be alive to get to the good part.

his tough hands roam your supple skin in hopes of exploring every inch. the rough texture left tingles in its trail.

“jeans?” he asks, looking up at you for approval.

“yes. please, peter,” you rushed and pleaded. your clit was begging for some friction, and you were about to start crying if you didn’t get something.

“gotta tell me what you want, sweetheart,” peter sang, thumbs rubbing the supple skin of your inner thighs teasingly. you wavered out a shaky breath, trying to conjure up the words.

“i need you so bad it hurts,” you whimpered. you were honest with peter, but your words weren’t what he wanted.

“i bet it does, baby. but that’s not what i asked,” peter flicks your clit through your underwear causing you to gasp at this unexpected movement. your thighs twitch and tighten at his teasing. he does it a few more times, just to get your body even more excited, and to get you to finally speak up.

“f-fuck! peter, i need your cock. i-i need you to fuck me,” you shouted, louder than you intended, but that was even better for peter.

“look who’s using her words,” peter says smugly, making your roll your eyes. you both assist in shrugging your panties off, making you completely naked while peter is still fully dressed. you reach for his shirt, but he’s already a step ahead of you and pulls it off himself.

when you see his body, you swear you almost faint. peter had six bulky packs of muscle on his abdomen and lumps of muscle on his arms. his chest was buff and tight, yet looked soft all at the same time. you had to blink a few times to make sure he was real. you even poked a finger at his stomach just to make sure it didn’t go through him like a ghost or a hologram. peter chuckles at your antics before grabbing your hand and kissing it, just like he had done earlier in the evening. and just like earlier, you felt yourself blush profusely and feel tingly all over again.

while you’re smiling like a goof, peter’s hands resume on your body. you instantly stop smiling because you remembered just how much he’s deprived you. but he’s also given you more than anyone else has in the past…

his digits caress your soaking slit between your crossed legs. you gasp because he’s finally touching you bare.

“open,” he demands softly, voice deep and lustful. shakily, you listen and do so. peter doesn’t hesitate to find your lips again with his fingers.

you quietly moan at the delicate pressure, feeling the smallest bit of friction. just as you were about to beg him for more, or to hurry up, his middle finger slips inside of you. it was almost embarrassing how easy it was. the amount of wetness you were leaking could fix the california drought.

“god, you’re so wet. what made you like this?” peter slowly pushed his finger in and out, thumb circling your puffy clit at the same time.

“you, peter! fuck,” you clenched around his digit, needing release already.

“are you thinking about my cock? hmm?” peter questioned, voice gravely as he leans over you. “are you thinking about me inside of you? thinking about how much i’m going to stretch your little pussy out?”

you groan at his foul language, pulsing barbarically. you’re straining to keep your eyes open, trying to obey his earlier request and to intake the moment. peter urges you to come, increasing his thrusts and pace. before you know it, your core is tightening and you’re squeezing peter’s fingers until you do. you thought you cut off his circulation from how hard you were clutching onto him, but when he pulls his fingers away and licks them proudly, you knew he was just fine.

“taste so good, sweetheart,” a smirk dances upon his lips as your taste lingers in his mouth. he’ll never forget that taste, no matter what happens after tonight. he’s hoping there will be more nights like these. more days too.

“can you please fuck me now, peter?–”

he holds up a finger to your lips.

“all of a sudden you know how to use your words and it still sounds so dirty coming from your pretty lips.”

in the blink of an eye, peter is reaching over to his night stand to grab a condom (hopefully). when you see the tinfoil wrapping, he stuffs it between your teeth, making you hold onto it. you then watch as he undresses his pants, clearly taking all the time in the world like he has it.

the smell of your orgasm and your wetness is haunting peter’s senses. the scent of you is never going to rid from his body or his room. he also doesn’t ever want you to leave, so he’s going to drag this out as long as possible.

once his pants are finally off, you get the courage to undo the wrapper while he’s taking his underwear off. holding the condom, you almost drop it once you see his length. he’s big, bigger than you’ve ever had. the tip of cock is bright red and leaking a bit of pre-cum, clearly just as desperate as you.

“fuck,” you mumble when looking at him. all he does is smirk before taking the condom from your hand and putting it over himself. peter leans over you again, face over face.

“ready, sweetheart?” his smirk lingers while you clench around nothing. you can feel the overwhelming sensation of your clit throbbing and you just want him to mend it. “ready to be fucked so hard you can’t leave?”

“yes, peter. fuck me hard.”

with your final words, peter is gently sinking into you. your wet folds encompass his cock snuggly causing you both to groan in delight. after a few moments, he starts to rock his body and you release a string of moans with every thrust. you try your hardest to keep your eyes open, but fail to do so. the sensations are indescribable throughout your body.

peter’s actions get harder, rougher. just like you wanted. he’s flicking his hips into yours with skilled movements while his face is relaxing in the crease of your neck. you feel his warm breath on you as he groans into your ear, lighting your whole body on fire.

“shit, peter, it feels so good. don’t stop,” you whine when he hits a certain part inside of you. your hand creeps down in between you both to rub the ache in your clit, but peter stops you.

“love when you touch yourself,” he grunts, never halting his movements, “but that’s my job right now.”

so, peter begins harshing rubbing your clit to no end. instead, your hands squeeze tightly on his biceps while he pounds into you so hard, you see stars. your never-ending wetness makes it so easy for him to slip in and out.

you feel yourself clutch onto his cock and when he moans, he sounded like the best thing you’ve ever heard.

“i-i love when you moan,” you croaked out, feeling too blissful to speak coherently.

“yeah? what else do you like?” peter huffs out, still smug as ever, even when he’s deep inside of you.

“l-love when you talk dirty, peter.”

“knew you were fucking filthy.”

with his rough words, you’re on the brink of your orgasm. your core tightens like it did earlier and your nails are digging deliciously into his skin. peter hisses in pleasurable pain, loving what you’re doing to him.

as your orgasm flows over you, your heart beats a million miles an hour and your breathing becomes staggered. the moans you elicit were just as filthy and pornographic as…well a porno. as you came, peter was smiling the whole time.

peter twitched inside of you and that’s when you knew he was close. you tangled your hands in his hair one last time and gave a single tug. that simple movement caused him to groan deeply and bring him to his release.

he doesn’t pull out quite yet. he just rests inside of you with his head on your chest. then after a few moments, he goes to get up.

“don’t leave,” you whisper and slide your hand through his locks again.

“it’s my place, baby, i’m not leaving,” he chuckles and slowly pulls out. you whimper at the loss of his cock, and at the feeling of being stretched out to the max.

“peter, i think you ruined me,” your voice cracked because it was hoarse and dry. you definitely needed some water now.

“good. are you thirsty now, sweetheart?”

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Tom Holland Masterlist

includes peter parker and other characters

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Key:

*= smut

❀= favorite

♡= requested

Tom Holland

-By Your Side 

in which y/n tries to help tom improve at roller skating as several obstacles get in their way of having a good time

-It’s All For You ♡

in which y/n is up for an oscar and is supported in every way by her boyfriend tom

-Spider Terror 

in which y/n and tom face one of his biggest foes: a fellow spider

-Movie Night*

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

-That’s The Tea

in which tom finds out his girlfriend has no idea how to make tea

-Clean ♡

in which y/n helps to break tom’s fear of vulnerability by comforting him after a bad day

-Popsicle Pairs

in which you and tom decide to enjoy more than just popsicles until your son intrudes

Peter Parker

-Where Do We Go Now ❀

in which the death of y/n's father leaves her determined to bring him back and her boyfriend peter determined to save her

-Peter’s Precarious Polyjuice Potion / Part 2

in which you and peter are forced to take extreme lengths to protect your secret relationship with the help of your shape shifting powers

Arvin Russel

-Family Line

in which y/n teagardin is forced move to West Virginia with her brother and in the process, finds a boy who might just make everything alright

-Gold Rush  ♡

in which you and arvin’s secret relationship is discovered after a steamy movie night

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The Master : Tom Holland x Reader (Completed Series)

Descr: Reader is the prop master for Uncharted. She therefore meets Tom on set and soon they’re falling for each other. But will things burn out before filming is over? Or will they be able to make it? Fluff, some hurt-comfort and angst-to-fluff

Warnings: flirting and pining of course, manipulative ‘friends’, reader can’t swim (& falls into ocean very briefly), gift gifting, birthdays, (briefly mentioned) creepy man, mentions of alcohol, SEE WARNINGS for Part 8 separately below,

Notes: Reader’s ethnicity (Latina) and age are briefly mentioned in part 7 but rest of the story is meant to read as a reader insert still.

Part 1 - Ringing Introductions

Part 2 - Crushing and Flirting

Part 3 - Bonding in Barcelona

Part 4 - Daring Acts

Part 5 - Courting in the Club

Part 6 - Self-Appointed Protector

Part 7 - Birthdays and Dates

Part 8 - Ready to Rush (18+ ONLY, SMUT. Can be skipped without issue.)

Part 9 - The Incident

Part 10 - T-Minus Two Weeks

Part 11 - Revelations Lead to Solutions

The End

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Tom Holland Masterlist

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