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not-so-rosyyy · 6 months ago
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literally the entire street is filled with people waiting to just catch a glimpse of him??? this is insane
https://x.com/tomhollandbr/status/1793420034561433894?s=46&t=k9sgoI0dSBtupI5VlBJY3A
and here I thought it was just the gworls waiting for him every night, tell me why there’s a grandpa and a bald man right in front of the person taking this video 😭
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inyourwildestdreams22 · 1 month ago
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Tom method dressing to the Bero Can and Berobrewing in the replies agreeing. https://x.com/tomhollandbr/status/1849141455563972862?s=46
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So true, so red tomorrow
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flodaya · 6 months ago
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nobody let z see this she'll collapse
https://x.com/tomhollandbr/status/1790411127626605005?s=46&t=k9sgoI0dSBtupI5VlBJY3A
lol Z is actually sitting on their sofa at home and is going through the photo album of Tom during his Billy Elliot era every night 🥹
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tinas1469 · 6 months ago
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Tomhollandbr: Any announcements coming? 🤔
Tom Holland participated in a meeting with the president of Sony Pictures Entertainment, Tom Rothman, yesterday afternoon in London.
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crazykuri · 6 months ago
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https://x.com/tomhollandbr/status/1793785399460192610?s=19 came across this tweet and 5 stars is incredible!? From the telegraph too which is a major newspaper
❤️ love the praise they’re getting! there are negative reviews too, but one said tom acts best with his face rather than his voice, and ykw, i���ll take itt
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tomhollandnet · 2 years ago
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Fan made Barbie parody poster feat. Tom (via tomhollandbr)
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i-gotyou-dontworry · 2 years ago
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Link for Apple TV
https://twitter.com/tomhollandbr/status/1648416659340705792?s=20
Ohh thank you!😊
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its-ashley-95baybe · 1 year ago
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https://twitter.com/tomhollandbr/status/1662833982147272708?s=46&t=lE08hTKXL4XH9Sir4r4fhA
Here’s the video of Tom saying he was visiting someone instead of just saying “my girlfriend”
Here’s the video guys!!!! Thanks so much anon!!!💙
He could care less about Z really like there’s no reason not to mention her by name and I swear if someone says it’s for privacy or he doesn’t have to prepare to feel my wrath lol
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maratonixoficial · 5 years ago
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dirtychocolatechai · 3 years ago
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murphy’s law | p.p
🍵pairing | peter parker x f!reader
🍵wc | 4.8k
🍵warning(s) | 18+, smut; sex pollen, mild dub con cuz pollen, dirty talk, handjob, frottage, needy/desperate Peter, slight sub Peter, age gap (reader is a few years older), loss of virginity
🍵request | sex pollen peter but instead of him staying sweet it makes him dirty
🍵notes | this took me like 3 years to write, no joke 🙃 Anyway, hope it was worth the wait, babes! Sorry for anyone who saw this already, there was an issue with the tags hoping they’re fixed now 👍 Peter is always 18+
🍵tag list: open | requests: open | masterlist
(gif credit @/tomhollandbr)
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It’s been 16 grueling hours since everything that could go wrong did.
Avengers be damned, you’ll ghost their asses if you have to suffer through another 16. You're not an expert, but they should have come up with something by now.
Seriously, what’s taking so long?
Not only has Parker suffered enough mortification to last a lifetime, it’s dumb luck he’s still breathing, albeit on borrowed time. A high stakes race against the clock. The eleventh hour is nigh. There’s no overtime, and it’s not just Parker’s dignity on the line this time.
Soon, there won’t be any other choice.
He’s already wound tighter than an old rubber band. His self control is impressive, but even their Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man has his limits.
No doubt, he’s going to snap once the pollen reaches its zenith. All the sticky fever dreams, all the sweat and regret - it’s going to be a cakewalk compared to the hunger that’ll raze through his system like liquid fire, leave him desperate and dripping for a release that’ll never come.
The tension between you mounts with every sneaky touch, each stolen caress bolder than the last. It’s so obvious how badly he aches to reach out, to touch, anticipation hiding in the hunch of his shoulders and the shift of his legs.
Stomach swooping at the sound of his low groan, you beat back the urge to glance up and frown down at the magazine in your lap. “Parker?”
“...”
“... Parker?”
“H-nm?... Oh, uh - what’s, uh, what’s up?”
“Are you --”
You scoff, tucking your elbows into your sides and hunching your shoulders. “My eyes are up here, you little perv.”
Parker jolts, his head turning to face the wall with a sputter. “I - I’m… sorry, I just…” He trails off, the silence dragging on as he gets lost in his head. “Oh my god, why is it so - it’s really hot in here, isn’t it?”
“No, it’s just you, Parker.”
“Huh?” The eyes of his mask click with every slow blink as he sways on the spot. “Really…”
“Yes,” you say. “Really.”
Frustration throbs in your temple, a sharp pain lancing through your skull with every beat of your heart and your jaw worked into a painful knot.
Your nails nearly rip through the glossy page with how forcefully you turn it, the article staring up at you nothing but blurred letters.
“Who knows,” you shrug, “Maybe if you wouldn’t sit so close to me…”
You let the words hang in the air, gauging his reaction.
Only it’s as if he’s woken from a fever dream, his voice slow to come and fraught with heat when he asks, “Can I — please, let me touch you?”
The unexpected request knocks you for a loop; echoes in your ears until you can’t make sense of the words, thoughts thick as mud.
“What?”
Heart thudding in your chest, you peek at his profile from beneath your lashes. It’s harder to breathe, the air sucker punched from your lungs in a shaky exhale. Heat settles into the apples of your cheeks.
“I- no…”
His expression is inscrutable - hidden behind a sea of scarlet fabric. You’re stuck tracking the subtle twitch of his shoulder, the twiddle of his thumbs, as he processes your response.
You wish - not for the first time - Parker wasn’t wearing his mask.
“Please,” he says. “It’s so hot.”
Instead of waiting for you to reject him again, Parker squirms closer and tugs the mask up over his chin. The fabric exposes the lower half of his face, bunching under his nose.
Your eyes follow the line of his jaw to the tender curve of his mouth. And then your attention snags and refuses to budge, your mind conjuring up many scenarios wherein you bite his lips red and raw yourself.
Ignore it, ignore it, ignore it.
Honestly, this entire situation is cruel - to the both of you. Parker, for obvious reasons, and you - well… You haven’t felt this wound up since you were a teenager, your restraint stretched bow string taut.
“I won’t do anything weird, I just — can’t take it anymore. Need to touch you.” Parker draws in a shuddered breath, a hand scrubbing over the nape of his neck. His voice cracks, low and desperate, “Please, it’ll help… I think…”
Any response you had turns to ash on your tongue at the flash of his tongue whetting his lips. Curling through your mind is a far-off dream better left between the sheets; the image of his head buried in your thighs - his curls tickling your skin and his mouth sugar-sweet on your cunt.
Almost as if he hears your thoughts, his wide jaw flexes and his nostrils flare. A thrum of molten heat bubbles to life deep in your belly, bolts of arousal hooking behind your navel and tugging at your edges until you almost crack like fine china.
Thighs clenched, you choke on a sigh of appreciation when your gaze wanders to the erection stretching out the front of his suit. You rip your eyes away as quickly as they settle, but any hope that Parker didn’t notice where your attention strayed goes out the window when he clears his throat and covers himself with a hand.
Before you can apologize in some awkward, roundabout way, a wide palm wraps around your wrist. He traces shapes into your skin, fabric catching on your pulse point with every pass of his thumb.
“Please don’t make me stop.”
“... Parker…”
Huffing, his hand cups your shoulder, his fingers tense as it seems to do little more than frustrate him.
“--It’s not working. Off, off!” he hisses. “Hn - need’ta get this stupid,” he yanks off his mask and tugs at the torso of the suit, “thing off.”
After a quick smack of the spider emblem affixed, his suit pools around his hips in a puddle of red and blue. The firm planes of his chest glow gold in the dimmed light, the glitter of sweat enhancing the cut of his torso.
Shoulders, broad and capped with thick muscles, melt into a trim waist. Goosebumps burst across his forearms as everything rushes in all at once with nothing to filter the excess stimuli.
Parker flexes his hands, your attention dragged to the constellation of freckles dotting his abs, and oh...
Shit. Lids half-mast, you suck your teeth and pinch your thigh. Remember, no touching.
…Even if you want to map that pattern out with your lips, carve their paths with your tongue. It’s like you’re noticing him for the first time, your head spinning with the realization that as much as you poke fun, he’s not much younger than you.
You’ve always thought of him as a little brother, attractive in that charming boy next door way - all strawberries and cream. And now the urge to nibble on the jut of his hip makes your mouth water, your teeth ache.
It’s as you’re reaching out to see for yourself if his skin is as soft as it looks when he breathes your name. A breathy, awe-filled exaltation that shatters the trance, his eyes wide and eager.
Freezing, you swallow rough and exhale slow. Bite down on the inside of your cheek to keep you grounded. And when your hands don’t stop shaking, you sit on them. That was way too close for comfort.
“What’d you think you’re doing, Parker?” you ask.
Only it’s more like sharing breath, your voice hushed and far too intimate - an open wound that exposes all your raw nerve endings. You’re too afraid to break the strange tension electrifying the distance between you.
Shuffling closer until his knees dig into your thigh, Parker tucks his ankles under himself and reaches out. His eyes beg for relief, pupils blown wide. “Just let me…”
Bridging the gap, his palm settles on you without a barrier for the first time. A deep groan punches out of his chest, his fingertips digging into the meat of your upper arm. His eyes slam shut, his mouth dropping into a slack o.
Awareness sizzles at the points of contact, his hand sliding back over the curve of your shoulder. Even through your shirt his palm is unnaturally warm and clammy. Shivers branch through your limbs when his knuckles stroke over your fluttering pulse.
“Parker -- Peter.”
Your calls for attention go unheeded, the web slinger pushing until you find yourself sprawled across the couch with him on top of you. Torso plastered to yours, his body is a too warm weight as he buries his nose in the crook of your neck.
His next exhale shudders from him.
Parker sighs. “Mm, you smell really good.”
Content for the moment, he traces the line of your throat and ends behind your ear. Puffs of moist breath tickle your skin as he breathes you in; your scent a cooling balm that tames the blood boiling in his veins, albeit temporarily.  
“Like really, really good,” Parker slurs, low and punch drunk. “D’ya know that?”
Patting the back of his head with a chuckle, your own falls back in defeat. This is so not how you expected to spend your day off, swallowing down all the inappropriate feelings welling up in the face of Parker’s inability to keep his greedy hands to himself.
“Thanks, kid.”
You throw out the nickname in an attempt to pump the brakes, give yourself time to muster up some semblance of self control. He’s already got a crush on you the size of the moon - there’s no reason to give him false hope.
His face is burrowed in the side of your neck so you can’t see his expression but when he responds, there’s no mistaking the petulance threaded through his words, “Don’ call me that.”
You hate how endearing that is.
“‘m not a kid…”
“Yeah, uh-huh. You’re not a kid.”
“‘m not.”
You leave him to his sulking, pleased this is helping even if it’s awkward. It’s going to be weird after this, but you’re sure things will return to normal. The dynamic will repair itself and you can go back to pretending you don’t know how Parker feels about you.
You fall into a rhythm, occupying yourself by running your fingers down the back of his neck. Smothering a smile at the hum rumbling from his chest into yours, you drag your nails along the pink skin.
Parker shudders in your arms. Lips glide over the sweep of your jaw.
Mouth opening, you start to protest when he ducks down to skim his lips over yours, the kiss petal soft.
His chest heaves where it’s pressed to yours, his hips flexing against your thigh in little aborted thrusts. A damp patch blooms on the crotch of his suit, Parker whining low and wounded as he works himself up.
The downright sinful grunts and breathy groans stoking the embers of your desire, a rush of heat stealing across the bridge of your nose. Your voice cracks, "Parker, stop!”
“God, ‘m so sorry.” Hands shackle your wrists to the cushion. “I wish I could, I really do, but - I can’t, you smell so good and I…”
Your wrists twist in his grip, and press for his attention, “Peter, let go.”
A hot tongue drags over your pulse. Then a flash of teeth and gentle suction as the web slinger draws your skin into his mouth. He releases with a wet pop, pressing a tiny kiss to the abused spot.
“Let me - just a little, I promise.”
His plea gives you pause long enough for him to seize his opportunity with both hands before it floats away. The musky scent of arousal is thick in the air, saturated with a scorched spice that burns your nose but compels you all the same.
Parker’s lips tremble inches away from your own. “Can I - can I kiss you?”
The effort is sweet, but you both know he can’t do much else but submit to his whims. In fact, you encourage him to kiss you harder with a tug of his curls. He’s like a man starved of touch, all consuming as his hands stroke the curves of your body, drawing you into the breadth of his torso.
“Oh my god, ‘m so sorry I just - shit, you feel…”
It’s like being doused in gasoline; once he’s tasted you, he can’t stop.
Only pulling away long enough to get a few words out at a time. He’s hungry and searching, his tongue soft and curious where it licks along the tender inside of your lip. You moan. The obscene glide is just the right amount of filthy to get your toes curling.
“Shit, Parker.” Catching his lip on the release, you give it a teasing nip. ”Never would’ve guessed.”
“Oh, that’s...”
Never finishing the wayward thought, Parker surges forward with a new found voracity. Every kiss is different. Some are so long and deep you’re left gasping for breath. Others are nothing more than sharing space.
Any lack of finesse is more than made up for with how eager he is. It doesn’t take much for him to pick up on which way he needs to flick his tongue to get your hands in his hair or how to get those honeyed moans to tumble from your lips.
Enthusiasm gets the better of him, his hips finding a home between your thighs. And then he’s lining up with your core and rutting forward into the cradle of your body. The angle’s perfect.
The fat head of his cock nudges your clit through two layers of clothing, a rush of heat trickling down your spine like water from the muted stimulation. Sparks burst behind your eyelids, every measured grind making you aware of how messy your pussy is, panties sticking to your swollen folds.
You jerk, breath rushing from you in a low hiss.
“Did I - are you - ohh, my ghaaah…” Panting, Parker flicks his sweaty curls out of the way and white knuckles the cushion by your ribs. “You okay? Was that too much?”
His hips are slow to stop, but once he does a plaintive whine escapes at the lack of friction. His eyes are hazy and brimming with tears, shaking apart on top of you with the effort it takes to stop his mindless rutting.
It’s difficult replying through the whimper trapped at the back of your throat but you manage somehow. “No, no I’m - fine, it’s fine. Just - you can keep going.”
A livewire of raw nerves, it’s not long before Parker gets frantic again. This time he’s throwing his whole body into every thrust, his arms a cage that keeps every available inch of your body pressed to him.
He can’t decide where to settle his hands, palms hovering over your tits before dropping to the dip of your waist. They grope at your thigh and then inch up to dig into your hips. His cock throbs in time with his heartbeat, a swollen line that spreads you open with every pulse, every twitch.
The friction’s too much. Not enough. Prolongs the inevitable. Drives him higher and higher and higher - and hangs him there. One wave of burning arousal flows into another until he’s sick with the instinct to touch, suck, fuck it out of his system.
The pollen accounts for most of it but it’d be a lie to say it’s not filthy-dirty-hot how wrecked he is above you… And he’s not even buried deep inside you - yet. But god, you wish he was.
It would be a mutually beneficial resolution...
“Can - oh fuck - can smell how wet you are right now.”
The words break him, his back rippling with hitched little breaths. Finally shoved past the breaking point. You’re surprised he’s held out this long. Desperate little kisses pepper the length of your neck.
Your heart lodges somewhere in your throat, unsure of what to do. You’ve always hated seeing him upset but what the hell are you supposed to do now? Should you even do anything? He’s in so much pain but surely someone will walk through that door any minute with the antidote.
“Parker?” you ask. “What can I do?”
Cupping his face, you unstick him from your neck and search for the answer in the depths of his eyes. His skin is burning up, flushed and dewy with sweat. His curls stick to his cheeks, a wild halo scattered in all directions. His gaze is dark - full of intent. Self-control ripped to shreds, trapped in the throes of insatiable lust.
“Please, I can’t - I can’t,” Parker sobs. “...s’not enough. It still hurts.”
Damnit.
How can you say no to those pathetic eyes filled to the brim with tears. Everyone hoped it wouldn’t come to this but… Circumstances being what they are, you have to re-evaluate. He’s already suffered enough, hasn’t he?
“Have you even seen a pair of boobs in person before?”
A furrow develops between his brows and he chews on his lip, his throat bobbing. His fingers twist in the fabric of your shirt. The little shake of his head is so quick and short that you’d have missed it if you weren’t watching for it.
“Man, this is so embarrassing…”
He refuses to look at you, glaring at a spot on the couch somewhere around your shoulder and that just won’t do. Especially if you’re about to be the one to pop his top. You’d like to still have a relationship with him after all’s said and done. Can’t do that if he won’t even be able to look you in the eye.
Losing his virginity because he’s forced to is already horrible. No need to give him a complex. A split second decision has you shushing him, stroking the sweep of his cheekbone and wicking away the tears.
“It’s okay, Peter,” you say. His first name tastes far too sweet, fizzling like champagne on your tongue. “Pinky promise.”
His eyes squeeze shut, his body sagging into you, and he slurs a litany of thank you’s into your neck before preoccupying himself with nipping at your collarbone. Working a hand between the press of your bellies, you slip into the bottom half of the suit and take hold of him for the first time.
Velvet soft, he throbs in your palm and whines at the foreign touch.
“O-Ohh, haah, my - fffuhh.”
Pre-cum drools from the slit, your hand soaked after a few sloppy warm up strokes. The wet schlick of his cock sliding through your fingers gets your heart pounding and your pussy throbbing. The scent of sex teasing your senses, heavy in the air and daring you to push him over the edge he’s been straddling.
“You good?” you ask, swiping your thumb along the ridge of his cockhead. “It’s not too rough?”
He chokes on his inhale, arching back so far he’s sure to pull something.
Taking his reaction as confirmation, your nails drag through the neat thatch of hair curled around the base of his shaft. It’s a little cramped but with a little maneuvering you get your fingers around the thickness of him and gently squeeze the filled out shaft.
He jerks in your grip, hips twitching. “Shit, fuck, oh my god--”
“Mm, that’s it, Peter.” You encourage him to fuck up into the circle of your fist, playing with his weeping slit. Your strokes are languid, sure. "Use my hand, let me help you feel better.”
Who knows, maybe this’ll be enough.
“I - I want…” He breaks off with a full body shudder, curling in on himself. “--Please!”
“What is it?” Working your wrist, you jack him off faster and alternate the strength of your hold to hear him whimper. “What do you want, Peter?”
“I need,” he gasps, jaw clenching hard as he bites out, “you.”
Or not… Well, it’s no contest by this point.
“Okay.”
The suit and his boxers get tossed off to the side with little fanfare, a bundle of red, blue and plaid that’s quickly joined by yours. Seeing him naked for the first time takes away your breath, the etch of his body fucking devastating. He’s far from the mouthy teenager you met years ago.
“Oh, wow, you look…”
There’s a dopey smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, his eyes a physical caress as it roves over the exposed length of your body. They track every dip and curve, focusing on your tits and how your nipples tighten under his gaze before dipping to the apex of your thighs.
With a smirk, you shift back on the couch and stretch out, resting your heels on the overstuffed cushion. Your hands drag down the slope of your thighs, your knees falling open. Parker chokes, his eyes wide and disbelieving as he gets his first look at your pussy - your silken folds and aching clit on full display.
“You can do more than look, Peter.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice, his fingers digging into the fat of your thighs as he presses down on the backs of your knees. Slotting himself into the open space, he stares down at where his cock rests over your belly.
“Can’t believe I’ll fit inside you - you look so - fuck, so good.”
You hum, reaching down to give his shaft a few more strokes before arching your hips and working the swollen head between your folds. When it catches on the rim of your entrance, you let Parker take over.
“You feel so, so soft and wet.” His voice is full of wonder, his expression borderline pained at how hot your pussy is against his oversensitive cock. He groans, throaty and ragged. “H-Holy shit.”
The first few tentative thrusts rub him along the length of your slit but then his hips flex just right and he’s sinking forward into you cautiously. You whine softly at the slow glide, your gummy walls relaxing with every inch he gives.
It’s a tight fight and somehow that’s even hotter. Who’d have guessed unassuming Peter Benjamin Parker is so hung every inch of your pussy is stuffed full of his cock.
Cussing, he anchors himself on the backs of your thighs. When he bottoms out, its like being wrapped in liquid silk. A shaky sigh of relief follows his bitten off whimper, his expression heated and his cheeks rosy with fever.
Then, you fully relax and your gummy walls give under the pressure. Your cunt sucks him deeper, the spongy cockhead kissing your cervix with a wet squelch. Completely blissed out, he fixates on the sight of you stretching wide around the girth of his shaft.
“Ohhh my fuck-ing god.” Hovering over you, the normally sweet young man falls apart. “You’re taking my dick so well,” Parker breathes. “I…”
Abs clenching, his hips surge forward before he catches himself, his arms bunching with the effort of holding himself in check. Jaw working furiously, he fights through the feverish haze long enough for clarity to return, his eyes tortured and heavy but oh so very hungry.
“‘m sorry, that’s so rude to say, I just - I can’t - shit.
“Oh, Peter.”
You sigh, arching into his touch. Nevermind the tender sparks of pain you’ll be feeling for days, his hands a little too rough, too rude. Tiny sparks of black amid an ocean of pleasure.
He’s so deep every minute shift nudges the tip against your cervix, the veins dragging over your walls and hitting all your sensitive spots in a single stroke.
“Please, help me. Wanna make you feel good,” he barely breathes, one sentence running into the other without pause, “Wanna make you cum too but I...please.”
“Shh, shh, it’s okay. Don’t worry, I’ll show you.”
A frantic nod.
“Now why don’t you start moving, huh?”
“Yeah, yeah - I, okay, I can do that…”
Wrapping your legs around his, you use your feet to start him on a slow rhythm and use your hips as an example to show him how to move. Before long, he’s rocking down into you with long, heavy strokes.
“Feelin’ good, baby?”
“So good. Never thought - hhnng - never thought I’d get to do this with you.”
“Good, that’s good. Want you to feel good.”
“Tell me,” he says, sweaty forehead resting against yours so he can stare into your eyes. “Tell me what to do.”
“Faster,” you reply, “and try to grind up if you can.”
Shocks of pleasure settle between your thighs, one hand threading into the curls at the nape of his neck. He whines when you yank, tugging him down to press a sloppy kiss to his lips. The wood of the couch creaked with every rocking movement, the legs scraping across the floor with how hard he’s fucking into you.
“Wanted to do this for so long.” Parker’s slurring into the crook of your neck, sucking on the tender skin. “Thought about it every time I saw you.”
His body cages you in, surrounds you and fills every sense with nothing but him. Sharp hip bones smack into the backs of your thighs, his ass flexing beneath your feet as he stuffs you full of cock over and over again.
His breathing is erratic, fast and heavy with effort. After a few more thrusts, his shaft starts to throb with every sloppy roll of his hips. Clutching you closer, his face slips down to your chest where he burrows between your breasts.”I’m - I’m…”
“Peter, I swear I’ll make you regret it if you cum inside.”
“Shit - you can’t just say stuff like that.” He chokes on your name, his hands flexing on your thighs. “‘m not gonna last much longer.”
When he pulls back to look down at you, you notice how much his arms tremble. When your gazes lock, the wordless plea hidden in the depths of his eyes makes your breath rush from you in a low throated groan. Your walls ripple at the sound, slick gushing over his lap when you clench down around his shaft.
Immediately, his arms buckle.
“Fuck! You - you can’t just do that.”
Catching himself at the last second, he ruts forward desperately amid the distant sound of ripping fabric and the wet slap of his cock driving balls deep into your needy cunt.
“Not yet, Peter,” you pant into his ear, hips twisting to the side so when he slides in, the head slams into your g-spot full on. “Just a little longer, please, baby. I’m almost there too...”
The tremor starts in your limbs, your hands numb and knees weak. Every shift feels like it scrapes down your spine, your nerves hyperaware and oversensitive. It might’ve taken you a second to establish a rhythm that works for the both of you but it’s so worth it.
A yawning need takes root in your core, you reach down to brush over your clit - the swollen bundle of nerves jumping beneath the pads of your fingers. Toying with your clit, tracing your slit and feeling where he stretches you open brings you right to the edge.
The pressure builds in the base of your spine, the pool of warmth in your belly threatening to wash over you like a tidal wave. Tingles of sensation zip down your spine and through your nerves, your body locking up and your pussy clenching from the dual sensation of a cock stuffing you full and your clit pinned beneath your finger.
“Peter, right there - oh fuck - right there! I’m gonna - gonna…!”
Everything flashes black, every muscle in your body pulled taut. Your hands anchor themselves onto his shoulders, your nails scratching at his skin as you cum harder than you have in a long time. It’s a wet, messy orgasm that leaves you rung out and twitching, your pussy pulsing with every beat of your heart.
Tears slide down your cheeks and you whine, too high on euphoria to care whether or not he cums inside. After all, if he did, you could always make him clean it up with his tongue…
Hips stuttering against your ass, Parker’s mouth drops open in a soundless shout. Buried deep inside you feel his cock throb once, twice, three times before he’s ripping himself away at the last possible second.
Milky slick follows his exit, oozing out of your tender pussy and dripping down your ass to darken the fabric of the couch. Pleasure drunk, you’re almost tempted to have him pump you full but then he’s coming - finally - his shaft bobbing with every thick spurt he shoots over the top of your mound.
His sigh of relief makes you smile, half dazed while he watches his cum drip down over your abused slit. His thumbs slide over your puffy folds, spreading them to see how fucked open you are while massassing his load into your tender clit.
“So pretty ‘n it’s all because of me,” he murmurs, enchanted while you twitch with aftershocks. Between his thighs, his erection remains unflagging. “Can we keep going?”
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tomdayastuff · 3 years ago
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but you would think someone would have sneak a pic or justin also no ? i was searching for recent JB pap pics and found nothing
also the only source was tomhollandbr so maybe they got it confused
Maybe. Daily Fail or some other trash magazine might post more pics soon.
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inyourwildestdreams22 · 6 months ago
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Tom doing the traditional bow at 27 that was taught to him when he was 12😭
https://x.com/tomhollandbr/status/1790411127626605005?s=46&t=cy5LxXZDi112g6v_LrRF7g
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rdjandtomholland · 5 years ago
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Tom Holland recorded a message to Robert Downey Jr. at the 'Renaissance Award Gala'.
Source: @TomHollandBR
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entretenizando · 5 years ago
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@tomhollandbr <3 👨‍🔬
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cheersicon · 5 years ago
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oii, onde voce achou essas fotos do tom???
todas no twitter: @tomhollandbr
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spidermaninlove · 6 years ago
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Tom at a restaurant in Brazil.  12/8/18
Source:  @tomhollandbr, Twitter
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