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i love you all so much!! xoxo never forget that. <33

Hey guys I’m gonna stop posting on this account now. It was really nice talking and interacting with such an amazing amount of people. Thank you for all of the experiences and fun!! I will leave this account alone though, in case anyone wants to read or view my fanfics or posts. Thank you all for being such an amazing fandom. <333 Hopefully you all can understand. I love you all so much, have an amazing day. 💝💞

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thigh riding w/peter parker?

“Ned go left, go left!” Two hours. Your boyfriend had been sucked into the video game for two hours, you didn’t mind watching him but there was a point where you wished he listened.

“Peter I’m ordering takeout. What do you want?” You groaned, his eyes don’t even flicker away from he game he just gives a simple ‘yeah, okay’ completely ignoring the question. “Peter I’m taking off my shirt.” Again, completely ignored you saying ‘cool, babe!’ As he focused on the game.

You order what you both like before coming back to the couch finding your way into Peters lap. Kissing at his neck softly while he yells at ned through the headset.

“Peter,” you kiss again and again. “Take a break for me?” You shift enough just to rub yourself accidentally against Peters tigh, you wore the thinnest pair of silk pink shorts and he cold feel you through them. His thigh accidentally flexes under you making you smirk with an idea.

You slowly rub yourself back and forth, rubbing him in the processes. His grip on the controller starts to go loose and you can hear Ned yell at him through the headset for getting him killed.

“Baby what are you doing?” His soft brown eyes flicker over to yours, his lashes bat a few times and you catch his lips against yours only rubbing him harder. He throws his head back slightly before ned yells at him again.

“No ned! (Y/n) is here shes...” he watches you use his thigh to get off, he’s already hard under your touch and how he desperately wants you to pull him out of his sweats and how he wants to fuck you on the couch. “She’s doing some homework.” He lies clearing his throat before going back to the game.

“Peter,” you let out a soft moan into the crook of his neck. “Peter I’m gonna cum.” You cry as you shudder under his thigh, feeling yourself shaking softly and he too is on the verge of loosing himself.

You rest there for a bit before pulling your head from his neck, his hands blank on the controller and ned is yelling at him.

“I’ve gotta go,” Peter presses pause. “Foods here.” Was all he said before turning off his headset and throwing it across the floor not caring.

“I’m sorry—“ you start as you see how dark his eyes are and his arms are flexing as they pin you down. You can’t tell if he’s mad or turned on or both.

“No you’re not.” He catches your lips and rips off the shorts quickly. Maybe you would use the technique of using his thigh more often to get his attention, or maybe next time you would just touch yourself in front of him and see how it goes.

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#that’s my son right there

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Arvin didn’t want to fall asleep sitting next to a stranger

THE DEVIL ALL THE TIME dir. Antonio Campos

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Tom Holland for GQ Magazine, 2019

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TOM HOLLAND being a dork behind the scenes of Spider-Man: Homecoming

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happy (almost) 24th birthday to the beautiful, talented, golden hour queen, our mj... zendaya 🖤

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glad ur back! 💕💕

Aww thank you!! I’m so glad to be here again too!! 🥰🥰♥️

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so I’ve been gone for a while...

And I’m back!! I’m so sorry I left without telling any of you guys, I just needed a break from my blog and needed to just relax from social media for a sec.

Also, I’ve noticed I’ve missed out on a lot of things, whether that be good or bad, but thankfully, I’m all caught up!

But I still can’t believe that I missed Petey’s and Queen Z’s birthdays.... ☹️

And RIP to Chadwick Boseman, I still can’t believe that he passed. He had such a beautiful soul, and was so mentally and physically strong. He will be greatly missed. 🖤

Anyways, I just want to stop and thank everyone who has been following me/recently followed me!!! 🥺💜💜 We have recently reached 2.5k+ followers!!!! I can’t thank you guys enough for making this blog brighter and for understanding me. 🥺💜💗

Love you all, so much. xoxo ❤️

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Black Panther (2018)

in loving memory of Chadwick Boseman. November 29, 1976 - August 28, 2020

We’d never be ready.

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oral lesson

a/n: i’m literally having major writers block so this is like hella short, i’m so sorry, i’m trying as hard as i can T^T

warnings: smut, oral (fem. receiving), slight dom!reader ı ʇɥıuʞ

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nsfw under the cut

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Tom Holland’s press tour outfits 

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Would u b able to write a blurb where the reader is feeling terribly nauseous bc of the japanese food she had with Tom and the boys and she goes to bed without telling Tom she's feeling sick and while Tom falls asleep, she stays awake bc of the nausea and when it comes too strong she tries to rush to the bathroom but she can't make it in time and end up throwing up on the bedroom floor then she start to cry of embarassment and afraid that Tom will scold her? Thanx. You're dope!

So this one has a tw of vomiting but I actually enjoyed writing this. I love the idea of Tom taking care of you.

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The nausea was terrible. That damn sushi completely ruined your stomach for the night and after Tom had gone out, you rolled in bed, trying to swallow back the sickness. But it was no use. 

Standing from the bed, you try to make it to the bathroom in time but nearly there, still on the carpet your tainted dinner comes back up. You're pissed, embarrassed, disappointed. Tears spring to your eyes as you try to figure out what to do, flicking the bathroom light on. You sniffle, the disruption drawing Tom awake. He sits up, 

"Baby, what's wrong?" He asks sleepily. You shake your head, 

"Nothing." You mutter. He doesn't believe you, scooting to your side of the bed as you start to cry harder, afraid of what will happen once he realizes what happened. But Tom finds the mistake and he's worried instead, 

"You got food poisoning." He states, standing from bed, 

"Tom it's okay-"

"No, my mum taught me what to do. Paddy has thrown up on carpet, just gimme a sec." He murmurs, heading downstairs. He returns with gloves, a trash bag, the dustpan, and a spray bottle a third of the way filled with water, 

"Get me the hydrogen peroxide babe. And get some water, brush your teeth and eat some crackers." He commands. You fetch the peroxide, giving it to him and retreating to the bathroom to brush your teeth. Meanwhile, Tom gets as much as he can onto the dustpan and into the trash bag, tying it up and pouring hydrogen peroxide into the squirt bottle. He uses old towels from your closet to dab at the affected area with the now diluted peroxide solution and towel. When he's finished, he takes the bag outside and tosses it in the trash, putting away his supplies and finding you in the bathroom, splashing cold water on your face. He rubs up across your back, 

"You okay?" You avoid his eyes and nod, leaning on the counter. He hums, 

"Bedroom's all clean. You can go lay back down. If you want I'll go get you a cool water and I'll get you a cloth and all that." He frowns as you sniffle,

"Darling, talk to me. What is wrong?" He asks, hands on your hips. You sniffle again before standing up, 

"Tom, I just threw up on our bedroom floor. You know how fucking embarrassing that is?" He purses his lips, 

"Well… no, but that information won't leave this house. It's alright darling. The carpet looks brand new and as long as you're feeling better, that's all I care about. Nothing to be embarrassed about, I promise." He reassures, rubbing your shoulders. He leans in to kiss your bare skin, 

"C'mon, let's get you laid down." He adds, guiding you back to bed. He tucks you in, dragging the trash can closer to you just in case, 

"So… I'm gonna go get you a cool water and hopefully whatever irritated your stomach, you've already gotten rid of. But I want you to relax. Think about anything but this and I'll have you take one of the uhh, anti-nausea pills in the downstairs cabinet, okay?" He explains, stroking your hair down. You nod, returning Tom's smile, 

"Be right back." He mumbles, leaning in to kiss your forehead. When he returns, he helps you drink a few swigs, anti-nausea pill mixed in there somewhere before capping it and climbing into bed beside you, arms gently wrapped around you. He kisses the back of your head and sighs, 

"Nothing to be embarrassed about darling. Just get some sleep and hopefully in the morning you'll feel better." He whispers. You hum, grasping his hand tight in yours. You close your eyes and sigh, letting Tom thread his legs through yours, a comfort seeping into your body knowing that Tom would always take care of you. No matter what happens.

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baby boy

pairing: sub!peter parker x reader

request number twenty-seven: can you do sub!peter parker getting overwhelming attention to the point he’s trembling and whining loudly 👀

word count: 3k+

notes: well it’s smut so…you know. (also i don’t like the word mistress so peter doesn’t call the reader that in this.) 

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