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xreader-collection · 4 years ago
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Make Me Hurt - Peter Parker
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WARNING: SMUT, THIGH-RIDING, OVERSTIMULATION, SMUT SMUT SMUT (SEX POLLEN)
WORD COUNT: 3777
a/n SO SORRY I AM TAKING FOREVER TO GET THINGS OUT. I HAVE HAD MAJOR WRITERS BLOCK. I actually began this story like 2 months ago before i got blocked. HOPE YOU LIKE IT
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You told him that it was a bad idea. Tony specifically told the two of you to stay away, but Peter wanted to see what everyone was being so secretive about. Of course you didn’t want to join him, but he begged you and Peter had this ability to convince you to do just about anything. He knows it too. So when he came into your room and begged you to come with him (Tony would be less likely to yell at him if you were with him), you couldn’t say no.
But you should’ve.
“Peter what are we even looking for?” you asked him with a bored expression. Peter looked back at you and shrugged. He didn’t have a clue. You sighed and leaned against the door frame, waiting for your idiotic friend to hurry up and leave. The deal was that you would go with him to the room, but you wouldn’t go in. Peter whined for a moment about it, but decided that it was better than nothing.
“I’m guessing I’ll know it when I see it,” he commented as he continued snooping around Banner’s work space. Guessing that you would be there for a while, you pulled out your phone and began scrolling through social media. You could hear Peter shuffling around the room mumbling to himself, but you concluded that if he found what he was looking for he would let you know.
It was quiet for a while, maybe two or three minutes before you heard clattering and Peter let out a short cry. When you looked up, you saw Peter flat on his ass looking up at some weird pink plant. You didn’t move to help him up or make any noise because of the look he had on his face. He looked dazed or distracted, like he was in some trance.
“Pete?” you asked with furrowed brows, shoving your phone back into your pocket, “You doing okay over there, Spidey?”
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xreader-collection · 6 years ago
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I dont support tumblr in its choices right now and this blog will be deleted along with my personal blogs
I can be found on instagram as @dasistkea ✌
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xreader-collection · 6 years ago
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Following Harrison on Instagram be like
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xreader-collection · 6 years ago
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Can I get 6 for Harrison please?
6. “Are you really flirting with me right now?” - “Have been for the last few months, but thanks for noticing!”
“Hazzy Baby! Make me a pizza!” You giggled as Tom and you stumbled through your front door, Harrison following close behind.
It was a friend’s birthday and Harrison volunteered to be the driver for the night since he had an audition the next day and didn’t want to spend his day hungover. Harry and Sam had challenged the two of you to a few games of beer pong and it was safe to say that both of you were drunk off your asses afterwards.
“(Y/N), Love, you need sleep.” He laughed as he tried to get you to go to your own room. 
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xreader-collection · 6 years ago
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Hey did you like come quietly?
Let me know if you like the no bullshit approach.
Is there anything you'd like to see writen?
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xreader-collection · 6 years ago
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Stay
Tom Holland x Reader
Based around the prompt request: Let me show you why you should stay in bed.
~900 words of fluffyish smut u no how it be
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Tagging mutuals/possibly interested parties, lmk if you want to be removed/added! @starksparker, @bi-writes, @softspideys, @buckyparkerish, @thwippeter, @kathscribbless, @hollisterholland, @loserparker, @madmadmilk, @hollandlovely, @oktomhollandsmut, @spiderboytotherescue, @hollandbaby
A groan passing your lips, you arched your back away from the mattress, muscles tense from lying down for so long.
“We should really get up.”
“Why, though?” Tom rolled over onto his stomach next to you, forearms supporting his weight.
“Because it’s 3pm?” Your fingers brushed across his temple, playing with the unruly curls hanging across his forehead.
“And?”
“And people are generally up by now,” you laughed.
“Yeah well, people aren’t generally in bed with me, are they?” He tilted his head, leaning into your hand.
“You’re so full of shit,” you chuckled, words getting lost in his mouth as he connected your lips.
“Come on -” Pushing himself up onto his hands, he shifted his body over yours.
“Let me -” His arms bracketed your head, bowing at the elbow as he bent to kiss your neck.
“Show you -” He shuffled down the bed, dragging his mouth down your throat.
“Why -” He kissed between your collarbones, exposed by your camisole.
“You should stay in bed.”
Pulling the duvet up over your heads, he pushed up your top, satin sliding over your breasts. His lips travelled down your body, pressing kisses between your breasts, down your ribs and your abdomen, sucking the skin over your hip bones between his teeth. You lifted your hips to let him slide off your underwear, kicking them off into the sheets.
Tom settled between your legs, your knees bent up over his shoulders to let the duvet form a canopy above him. His hands held your legs apart, elbows digging into the mattress as his lips littered kisses along your inner thighs. He hovered over the skin at the very top of your thigh, his mouth repeating the same movements from your hips. You reached down to tug on his hair, his name passing your lips in a whine as you urged him to touch you properly.
The mattress groaned as he shifted his weight over to one arm, leaving the other hand free to inch closer to your core. He slipped a finger inside you, tracing circles on your clit with his tongue. His finger pumped slowly, adding another and scissoring them, his knuckles sliding against each other as he stretched out your muscles.
Ripping your fingers from Tom’s hair, you clawed at the covers above your head - the restricted airflow combined with your breath, hot and heavy as you panted out moans, made the air beneath the duvet stifling. Your forehead glistening with beads of sweat, you gripped the sheets in one hand, the other still tangled in Tom’s hair as you pressed his face closer to your body.
“Oh Go-” you moaned under your breath, the hard G sticking in your throat as your hips bucked up, body tensing from navel to thigh as you came against Tom’s tongue.
He kissed back up your body, wriggling out of his sweatpants and kicking them out the bottom of the duvet. His head emerged from the covers, face pink and hair sticking to his skin. You bit back a giggle, pushing damp curls away from his eyes as he settled between your shaking thighs.
“Bit hot,” he grinned, trying to wipe his face on his shoulder.
Weight balanced on one side, he reached between your bodies to guide himself in, grunting softly into your neck. He rested his forearms either side of your head, your lips moving together in lazy kisses. You wrapped your arms around his neck, knees bent up either side of his hips as they met yours in languid thrusts. Faces slick with sweat, your noses rubbed together as you kissed, all but panting into each other’s mouths.
The bed creaked with your movements, foreheads pressed together as your pants turned to giggles. Your bodies jerking with laughter just made the bed creak more, Tom moaning as your laughter made you tighten around him. Attaching his mouth to your neck, his thrusts sped up, teeth nipping over your pulse. You wrapped your legs around his waist, desperate to feel him deeper inside you.
Tom’s hips stilled as he sat back on his heels, grasping your face between his palms and kissing you hurriedly. He gripped your knees, unwrapping your legs from around his waist and hooking them over his shoulders. You moaned loudly as he leant back over you, the stretch in the back of your legs overshadowed by the sensation of him bumping against your cervix. He thrust into you, harder and faster as you tugged on his hair.
Craning your neck, your lips sought his frantically, barely ghosting over each other before he threw his head back, the column of his throat exposed as he came inside you. Giving a few shallow thrusts, Tom reached between your bodies, thumb bumping against his groin as he rubbed quick circles on your clit. He rolled his hips, grinding against your g spot as your mouth hung open beneath his. You pulsed around him, moaning through your orgasm as he sucked on your bottom lip.
Chests heaving and limbs twitching, you relaxed your legs as Tom pushed himself off you. He flopped down onto the mattress, pulling the covers up over his hips as he settled on his side. Turning your head to look at him, you scrunched up your face as he kissed your nose.
“Okay, fine,” you let your head fall back into the pillows, “we’ll stay in bed.”
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xreader-collection · 6 years ago
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Would you be able to do a “is there anything your tongue can’t do?” with Harry? Or tom, if you prefer. Thanks and love your writing!
20 fuckin years later lmao sorry this took forever boo! And yeah I’m gonna do this with Tom, I don’t think I want to write for the twins unfortunately! Thank you :)
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“Where’s Tess?” Tom’s voice preceded his entrance to the living room where you sat with the door open into the garden.
“Outside, I think,” you paused, realising you hadn’t seen his dog for a few minutes.
Tom brought his fingers to his mouth, whistling for her. You watched as his tongue darted out to wet his lips, folding back as he pushed two fingers into either side of his mouth.
“Wish I could whistle,” you thought aloud as Tessa scampered over.
“It’s easy,” Tom said, scratching the top of her head. “I’ll teach you.”
You spent the next ten minutes trying and failing to whistle - all you could muster was a quiet pfff.
“You have to roll your tongue back,” Tom laughed, demonstrating for the millionth time. “Just try that, don’t try and whistle just bring your tongue into your mouth like this.”
You tried, but your tongue just twitched limply over your lip. You were over it now, fed up of Tom laughing at you.
“It’s alright,” he pressed a kiss to your furrowed brow, “your tongue’s good at other stuff.”
Your face relaxing into a smile, you giggled. “Oh yeah?”
“Not as good as mine, obviously.”
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xreader-collection · 6 years ago
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Take a break.
|| summary: in which tom helps the reader to destress from her hectic school work.
|| author’s note: smut & filth, y’all already know my brand loooool + sorry it’s been soooo long, yikes.
warnings: this au features aggressive, but totally consensual nsfw content… read at your own discretion, please.
Strained red eyes and tight back muscles begged for any form of alleviation, but the intermittent shifting of positions was providing you with enough comfort to keep the driving pain at bay. Still, it was becoming increasingly more difficult to remain focused on your school work; primarily so, when Tom walked through the bedroom door in nothing but low-hanging sweats. The smug smirk he offered was a pleasant sight, especially when paired with glorious image of his naked chest. It glistened with droplets of water, shimmering and reflecting off the sun rays spilling in from the open balcony door — silently thanking yourself for opting on natural light.
“Still at it, huh?” He gives you a pitiful half-smile, running a free hand through his damp curls.
You nod, forcing your gaze away from his muscular torso and back to literary works of Charles Dickens — eyes trained to the pages of Bleak House, with your attention anywhere but.
Spotting him moving in your peripheral, half of his blurred figure peaking out over the bridge of your book, the bed soon dips as he sits opposite you. Fresh from shower his smell is intoxicating, and nearly impossible to resist. Nearly. Tenacity for finishing your assignments, outweighing the desire scratching between your legs.
Without a word, he leans forward, curious wet lips brushing the exposed skin of your shoulder, trailing open mouthed kisses up to the curve where bone met soft tissue. As each warm, gentle touch teased its way up your neck, the focus that was on the words below you faltered, eyelids growing heavy as your tense state melted into the familiarity of his mouth.
“I think,” he suggested between kisses, his words muffled into the crook of your neck, “you need to relax.” The rasp of his voice beguiled the lust sprouting in your core, your better judgement rapidly losing traction against the hot breathe now fanning over your ear. “‘Bout time, innit love?”
With your eyes closed, tongue caught between your teeth, you were nearly there — but the rational part of you was not silenced yet, and it was aggressively gnawing away your lust-fogged inability for discernment. “I can’t.”
Sighing reluctantly, you attempted to shrug him off, nudging him slightly with your shoulders. A dissatisfied groan leaves him, passing past his lips and onto the spot he’d just been nipping at, below your ear. “Seriously?” He questions, half serious.
Turning to face him, you nod furiously, your eyes flicking between his tousled curls and the paper work spread across your lap — both in dissary. “I can’t just stop working, I’m really close to finishing this paper, and if I stop now I don’t know if I’ll have the energy to start back up again and—“
“—okay, you need to shut up.” The rest of your incessant rambling is stopped, abruptly cut off by the palm of Tom’s hand which has forcefully clamped down over your mouth — your sentence falling into his skin, becoming muffled and incoherent. Keeping your head positioned so your eyes are on him, he cups the back of your neck with his free hand to hold you in place. “Here’s what’s gonna happen,” he starts, eyes of brown swirls boring into yours with unwavering intensity, “you’re gonna stop working, and take a break.”
Leaning his weight into you, he forces you onto your back, your head hitting the pillows with a light thud. The softness of the mattress envelops you under his force, your sore muscles screaming with relief. “You’re not gonna think about your work,” The hand on the back of your neck falls to your lap, grabbing your spread of papers and tossing them to the floor in one swift motion.
“Hey—” You grumble a faint protest into his hand, interrupted by the exclamation of his fingers’ grip.
“—I said shut up,” his jaw is tight, eyes narrowed in agitation, “didn’t I?” With the absence of papers clustered on your thighs, he nudges his way between your legs, spreading them effortlessly with his hips. Noting the feeling of his bulge against you, you nod timidly, your breathing gradually pacing out. “You’re just gonna close your eyes,” he picks up from where he left off earlier, “and feel me. My touch.”
Taking the acute shifting of your hips towards his as an answer, he brings his fingers up to his lips, pulling the index and middle into his mouth. You watch as he lubircates them with gentle sucking and flicks of his tongue, the sight causing your insides to clench in anticipation. “Just let me do all the work, pretty girl. Close your eyes and spread ‘em wider for me, yeah?”
As his fingers trailed down your torso, you obliged, spreading your legs as wide as they’d go, and shutting your eyes. Propping himself onto one forearm, he lifts his hips away from yours, providing enough space for his arm to fit between your bodies — his fingers dipping into the lace waistband of your panties. The warm, wet touch of his digits against your slick folds caused your back to arch, pressing your clothed body into his bare chest.
“Jesus,” the word drags out, past his shallow gasp, “this all for me?” Before he’d even touched you, a dampness had grown between your legs at the sight of him, his fingers now running along its evident effect. Pursing your lips against his palm, you nodded, allowing a faint whimper to escape you as his middle finger now dragged lazy circles over your clit. With his forearm pressed against your stomach, the constant flex and relaxation of its muscles, and his two fingers now dipping inside you — it wouldn’t be long.
The length and slenderness of his digits, allowed them to make quick and effortless contact with your g-spot, as they bottomed out before curling. Lips parted and wet against his palm, you allowed a spew of moans to pour into the skin of his hand, nearly thankful that it provided you with a comfortable barrier to cry freely into. “‘Like that, sweet girl?” Tom’s lips brushed along your ear, teeth grazing your lobe, “you like it when my fingers are deep inside your pretty pussy, don’t you?”
Only being able to respond with muffled noises falling from your mouth, he took the gentle bite to his palm as a gesture of agreement. His apparent smirk curved against your jaw before he took the lobe of your ear into his mouth, sucking softly on the smooth skin. As his fingers continued to run themselves along your walls, pumping into you at a deliciously slow pace, he brought his thumb to your clit — the two sensations, added with bites and kisses he placed along your neck, created a heady combination, that brought you to the edge quicker than expected.
“Gonna come for me, yeah?” He didn’t need a response, already recognizing the telltale groans beneath his palm and the contracting of muscles around his fingers. Your wetness had become audible, as he quickened his pace, flicking his wrist aggressively. Thighs clenching around his hand, hips bucking to meet his fingers, and head pressed forcefully against the pillows; you were in euphoria. As his thumb added pressure to your clit, precisely timing it with his two other fingers motions, you were crashing over the edge.
“That’s it, love,” he groaned into your ear, “come all over my fingers.” His hand tightened over your mouth as you met your release, a string of profanities and his name falling into it.
Blinking your eyes open, you exhaled through your nose forcefully, struggling to catch your breathe without using your mouth. Met with adoring, but hungry eyes and a lazy smirk, you couldn’t help smile under his hand. Pumping his fingers a few more times before removing them, he brought them to his lips, pulling them into his mouth as he had before; closing his eyes briefly as they were sucked clean. “You never disappoint,” he hummed appreciatively, removing his hand from over your mouth, “do you, pretty girl?”
Blushing, you smile at him coyly, reaching up to push his curls off his forehead, “could say the same about you, Tommy.” He was radiating smug, boyish confidence as he leaned down to kiss your waiting lips - tender from their restraint against his palm. The kiss was slow and sweet, his tongue dipping into your mouth, stained in your flavor mixed with his own. Pulling back to run the bridge of his nose along yours, he sighed contentedly.
“Guess I should let you get back to it.”
You shook your head, a hand cupping the back of his neck; after having had a taste you craved more. Tilting his head to the side, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “but I thought said that you needed to finish your paper today, otherwise your professor would only give you half—“
“—okay you need to shut up.” You interjected, echoing his assertion from before as your hand came up to cover his mouth. Surprised, you felt his grin against your palm, and although you feigned a cool resolve, your eyes were alight with humor. Using your body weight, you pushed him onto his back beside you, hand remaining over his mouth as you moved to straddle his parted legs.
“Now, here’s what’s gonna happen.”
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xreader-collection · 6 years ago
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On top
Parings: Peter Parker x reader
Summary: You tend to Peter’s wounds after he just got out of a fight with some robbers when things take another course and start to get a little touchy. 
Warnings: Smut, Unprotected sex, NSFW, 18+, little swearing, Cute fluff at the end :)
Authors Note: This actually was not intended to be a smut but ya know, one thing led to another and my imagination ran wild like Forest Gump.
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xreader-collection · 6 years ago
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im confused what is this blog
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Uh... mostly erotica tbh. but hey who reads bios anymore right?
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So....J since I LOVE YOUR MADMADTHIRST and notice you haven't post any of those asks past two days, here's for my science research: what position do you think is tom's favorite like plz rank those positions from his favorite to least, and how long do you think he can last for a round
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i wanna say that the thirst runs out and a bitch gets a lil quenched every now and then but DAMN ok …… i’ll bring it back
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xreader-collection · 6 years ago
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Maybe More Than Friends (Peter Parker x Stark!Reader)
Word Count: 4,729
Peter Parker x Reader
Summary: After Peter joined the Avengers, you were basically forced into spending a lot of time with him, being that your father is being that your father is the Tony Stark. Your relationship starts off fairly innocent being as Peter was fairly shy around you, and not to mention that Tony had strictly forbid you two from dating. But despite your best efforts, the sexual tension between you two is undeniable. And one night while the rest of the Avengers are out on a mission, leaving you and Peter alone, the sexual tension comes to a peak. Peter is 18 in this fic.
Warnings: Extreme fluff. Language. Smut smut smut
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You remember the first time you met Peter Parker. It was embarrassing, to say the least.
It was a pretty unexpected meetup. You didn’t even know that he was in the tower. You were working in the lab with another one of your dad’s employees, helping design a suit for the new Avengers recruit, Spiderman. It was your first major job, and you were so focused that you hadn’t even noticed when your dad and Peter walked in.
“Hey, Y/N, meet the new recruit, Peter. Peter, meet Y/N, my daughter.” Tony said loudly as he entered the lab, startling you and making you hit your head on the wall.
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xreader-collection · 6 years ago
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I’m Trying to Study
Harrison Osterfield x Reader
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Summary: Harrison has been studying all day and you know he knows his stuff and needs a break.
Harrison highlighted another passage in his textbook which was now basically a rainbow. He stretched his neck but continued to work. You looked over from your seat on his bed. Netflix played on your laptop.
“Babe, you know you’ve got this,” you said after he sighed, again. He nodded but kept working. “Lets take a break. We’ll have tea and watch a show, yeah? I’ll order something. Want butter chicken?”
“And pita, please,” he said not looking up. You called in the order.
“Now you stop working and have a break,” you said grasping his notebook lightly. He groaned and let you set it on the night stand by the bed. “I’m trying to study,” Harrison said, whinning. You climbed up and lay on his chest. His sweater felt soft on your cheek.
He wrapped his warm arms around you and you breathed in his scent. Soap and graphite pencil. You wrapped your arms around his waist. He ran his arm up to your hair and his fingers played on your scalp. You closed your eyes and relaxed. This might be the best feeling in the world.
Haz kissed your forehead. You turned your head up to him and caught his lips. He lightly grasped the side of your face as you kissed. You broke the kiss to scoot up his body for a better angle.
Haz gasped slightly as you bit his lip and lightly sucked. His hand moved from your jaw to your hip. You pushed your knees out to straddle him. Your hands wound in his curls as you peppered his face with kisses.
You jumped as his cool hand ran under your sweater and up your back. He unstrapped your bra as you continued to kiss. You pulled it out of the arms of your sweater. Harrison pulled the blanket over you before taking off your sweater. It was cool in the room even with the heater on.
You pulled his sweater off. You lay on his chest as you lazily made out. His hands, finally not cold, began to run up and down your back. He kissed to the side of your lips and down your jaw and to your neck. You moaned softly when he reached a sensitive spot on your collar bone.
Haz, restless of being on bottom, flipped you over and hovered about you while kissing your chest. You arched into his touch as he ran his thumb over your nipple. You could feel him smile in your skin at your reaction.
“Always so sensitive,” Harrison teased. He planted open mouth kisses on your nipples. You jumped at the sensation. It was enough to feel amazing but too short.
“Stop being a tease, babe,” you groaned. Haz laughed.
“Patience. You disturbed me and now you have to pay,” He joked before bending and sucking hard at your nipple. Your hands ran to his hair to keep him there as you cursed loudly. “Fuck… that… Haz…”
You felt your core throb as he played between breasts. Your hips bucked up to his trying to relieve pressure. Haz finally wandered a hand to your leggings. He ran his hand over the front and your hips jumped towards him to get friction. Haz finally pulled them down and began peppering kisses along the band of you panties.
Knocking sounded at the door. Haz looked up and swore lightly. He climbed out from under the blanket and threw his sweater back on and adjusted his pants where he was already partially hard. You smirked in the blanket.
Harrison paid for the food and sat it on the coffee table. He pulled his sweater back off and climbed back in bed. You smiled at him.
“Not hungry?” You smiled as he settled back between your legs.
“Ravenous. But I’m no tease,” he said running his hand up your leg to massage your heat. You raised a brow at him. “Sometimes. So excited already. You’re so fucking wet.”
You whimpered at his feather soft petting. You needed more. You reached a hand down to grasp him through his thin sweats. “Love,” he began. You pushed the sweats down and ran your hand along his length before running a thumb over his tip. His hips jumped.
“Birth control, right?” Haz said.
“Yeah, of course,” you answered. He hooked a hand in the band of your panties and pulled them down. You opened your knees and he slowly sunk into you. You both stop for a second before he began to slowly thrust.
“Can we try something,” Haz asked after a minute. You looked up at him and nodded. He knew you were pretty flexible with yoga and all. Harrison grabbed your leg and pulled it up towards your shoulder slowly while barely thrusting in you.
“So fucking tight, doll,” Haz groaned. You pulled your other leg up to where they both were by your shoulder. “God,” Haz said stopping while panting. The new angle was so great he felt like he was going to cum from it alone. Finally he began thrusting again.
You ran a hand between your legs to massage your clit as he hit an amazing angle. You began moaning. You didn’t have a roommate and didn’t care about the neighbors.
“Do you like that? Does that feel good, pretty girl?” Haz whispered.
“Yeah, yeah,” you gasped. Your legs began to shake as you got close. Haz panted with effort to not cum first. He began thrusting rougher and your body clenched around his cock as you came. He soon followed with a groan.
Haz rolled to the side of you and pulled you close. He kissed your cheek and ran a hand on your shoulder. His eyes closed and soon his movement stopped and then he softly snored. You didn’t want to wake him because Harrison had been working so hard lately.
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Elastic Hearts // Tom Holland x Reader // Part (3/3)
A/N: And the last and final part of this series is here. I’m really so grateful for all the postive responce I’ve recieved from the previous parts and I’m glad you guys like it! I hope you guys like how I decided to end it!
Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader, Harrison x Reader (briefly)
Warning: swearing, SMUT
Word Count: 4k+ (I really got carried away!)
Summary: A premiere night turns into so much more
Tags: @psyfuckers @smexylemony (let me know if you wanna be tagged in future fics!)
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xreader-collection · 6 years ago
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Did you know this isn’t my main?
Yeah I’m not thirsty all the time, there’s a good 3% of the time where im relentlessly obsessed with the MCU and other things. check out keabz for a poorly formatted collection of fuckery, brought to you by a 23 year old wine mom to a lizard and a chihuahua with more charisma than homeboy RDJ
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let the merge begin 
-Kea
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For the blurbs thing……………..🌝 (submitted by @valar–m0rghulis)
“…. you what?” 
“you heard what i said”
“yeah, no. i– uh, yeah, i definitely heard what you said, but– wh- what?” 
tom laughs, scratching the back of his neck as you both lean against the wall together. you held a red solo cup up to your mouth as you took another sip of a foul mix of alcohol. he couldn’t quiet look at you straight, but you didn’t waver, instead, you moved even closer to him.
your shoulder brushed against his.
“..a– are you drunk?” he asks sheepishly, his shoulders relaxing a bit when he realizes that was probably the case. you were acting off your shits because of the alcohol, because you’re a a lightweight or drunk off your ass. that could be the only way right–
“no. i’m all here.”
tom choked on his drink, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“and i mean it.”
he looks at you, big brown eyes a little distrusting and confused. your eyes trace his sharp profile, falling on his lips.
“– jesus christ, where the fuck is this coming from?”
your finger twitches by your side, the back of your nail bumping on the back of his hand, shivers run through him, as you hand takes his. you turn to your side, leaning your shoulder and head against the wall, angling your neck to show him the uninterrupted skin–
“please let me suck you off.”
“ah–!” he chokes again, face reddening as he bows down a little. his curled locks fall over his forehead as he raises his head again, eyes a little darker. it makes you smile.
you push,
“please let me suck the skin off your dick and–”
“that’s enough”
you pull back, a little surprised. but a rejection is a rejection, so you rub your arm and push off the wall. you straighten up and rub your arm, pulling yourself back together–
his hands stop you,pulling it between you, pulling you closer to him– you look up and are blinded by the drunken, smug, lustful smile on his lips, eyebrows scrunched in pain and expectation. his jaw is clenched, and you can see him swallow as he speaks dryly,
“show me.”
you laugh, tilting your head, egging him to say more, to match you thirst. he gets the hint.
“do it, and i’ll eat you out into oblivion”
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Boxing Lessons Tom is giving you boxing lessons for the first time and ends up being more into your physique than your techniques.
Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader
Includes: Smut, DaddyKink!Tom, Rough!Tom
I stood behind Tom with my arms crossed over my chest as I watched him swiftly punch at the speed bag. Well, I had my eyes more on his bare back, watching his muscles tensing and relaxing over and over again, something to bite my lip over. He dropped his arms to his sides as he threw his head back, catching his breath.
He turned to me once he did. “Your turn.”
“You don’t expect me to be that fast the first time, now do you?” I asked with a single raised brow.
He chuckled, taking his water from my hands, “no, but I want you to try.” I fixed the wrap on my hands as I walked over to it. “Can you reach it, Y/N?” He teased.
I looked back, shooting him a nasty look as his eyes scanned up and down my body. “Yes.” I turned back and quickly began imitating his movement, just not punching it as fast.
“There you go. You’re doing great, darling!” He encouraged me as my arms quickly grew tired.
“Can I stop? My arms aren’t gonna hold up much longer.”
He laughed, stepping close behind me. “Keep going.” His hands hovered under my arms, making sure they wouldn’t fall.
“Please.”
“Thirty more seconds, I know you can.”
“Honestly, you suck. You really, really, really suck.”
“You wanted to learn how to box.” I rolled my eyes knowing he’s right and pushed myself to get through the last of it. “Alright, that’s it.” I dropped my arms by my sides and leaned into him. He draped his arm around my neck, “you’re great. A few more times on that and you’ll begin to get used to it.”
“What’s next?”
“The punching bag. I can show you some techniques.”
“Mmm… okay.” I nod my head as got off of him. We walked over to the punching bag he managed to install when he first moved in. I stood in front of it, “show me the technique.” I told him as he put water bottle down on to the nearby bench press.
He walked back to me, standing behind me with a hand on my waist. “So, you’re gonna want to put this foot forward.” He grabbed my bare thigh, pushing it outward, “and your legs gotta be spread apart a bit past shoulder width.” He muttered, pressing himself a bit into my backside.
I moved my leg out, “like this?”
“Good. Now, bring your hands up just above your shoulders.” I did as he told me. “Now, stand as straight as you can.” He pressed his hand against my stomach.
“I’m not standing straight already?”
“Almost.” I straightened out, ‘accidentally’ pressing myself into him. “Perfect,” he muttered to me before sighing. He cleared his throat, “this is a, uh… basic stance.”
“Yeah.”
“It’s the best stance for punching. Give it a try.” I jabbed a few times at the punching bag. He grinned, “you’re a natural.”
“So, what’s next?”
“If you put your hands up by your temples with enough room to see your opponent past your hands,” I followed along, moving in to the position he said, “this is a high stance, so that once you’ve closed the space between the two of you, you can use this to block their hits that’ll be coming towards your face. You want them to hit the lower parts of your arms. But you’ve gotta be careful now because all of this,” he ran his hand over my torso, “is exposed to be hit.”
I looked back at him, “so, what’s the stance called where you’re up against me and copping a feel?”
He laughed, “the you-look-great-in-this-sports-bra-and-shorts-and-I-can’t-help-myself stance.”
I turned around around to him leaving little space between us as I unraveled the wrap from my hand. “Maybe I could show you some of my techniques since you can’t help yourself so much.”
I let the wraps fall to the floor as he smirked at me. “Yeah, I wanna see what you’ve got, baby girl.”
I fold my arm around his neck, my hand snaking it’s way to the back of his hair. I pulled him down into a deep kiss. He held onto either of my hips, pulling me into his hardening member. My free hand untied the string on his gym short and looped my fingers into the band making his kisses a bit more aggressive. I took my hand from the band, slowly wandering over his lower stomach.
He bit down on my lip and tugged on it gently, turning me on. He brought his lips back to mine, bringing his hand over my ass to squeeze it. In one swift movement, his big hand smacked my ass causing me to moan against his lips. I could feel a slight smile on his as we kissed. His hand moved from my butt to between my legs, rubbing me over the thin cloth of my shorts.
I brought my lips to his neck, kissing his most sensitive spots and swiping my tongue over the skin, listening to the soft groans escape his lips as his fingers worked a little faster.
I kissed down his toned chest and torso, slowly bringing myself down to my knees. His hand moving up my body as I moved before resting on the side of my neck. I kissed his hip bones as I slipped off his shorts, agonizingly slow and let them fall to the floor. I dragged my hands against his hard length being held down by the band of his boxers. I plant gentle kisses to his cock over the cloth, keeping my eyes up on him.
Tom bit down on his bottom lip, watching me tease him. I hooked my hands in to the band on his boxers, allowing his long cock to spring free. I bit my lip, attempting to hold back the grin, but failing miserably.
“You like what you see, baby?” He questioned a bit of laughter in his voice.
“Absolutely, daddy.” He grinned, hearing that name.
I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock. I placed my tongue on the base, licking my way to the tip before slowly taking him in my mouth as much as I could and pumping the rest in my hand. He wrapped my ponytail around his hand, pushing farther down onto his cock. His control turning me on immensely.
“That’s it, baby.”
I placed my hands on his hips as he pushed down nearly his entire length. I moaned over him and brought one of my hand to his balls, cupping and gently squeezing them. He threw his head back, his breathing heavier as he still held me down on him, quickly thrusting into my mouth making my eyes water. I pushed myself off of him, catching my breath.
“Oh, fuck.” He groaned, “you always do that so well, darling.” He pushed the free strands of hair off my face with his free hand and wiped away the tears down my cheeks.
I wrapped my hand around his length, pumping him up and down quickly. I slid my other hand down into my own pants, gently rubbing my clit. He watched me touch myself and him as he muttered, “fuck.”
I licked the precum from his tip and lips fell apart as he ran his fingers through his lose curls. I bit down on my bottom lips, innocently looking up at him. He cupped his hand beneath my chin and I stood. He pulled my hand from my shorts and yanked them down to my thighs, his fingers sliding over my slit before pushing past my lips and thrusting his middle finger into my core as his thumb rubbed over my clit. His lips kissed my neck as he pushed me back, stepping out the shorts pooled at his feet until my back hit the cold mirror wall.
Tom pushed the shorts all the way off my legs and kicked them aside. He slipped in a second finger, thrusting his fingers quicker.
“Like that, baby.” I moaned out, throwing my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me.
He smirked, pulling his fingers out from my core, bringing them to my lip, “taste yourself for me.” Without hesitating, I took his long fingers into my mouth and slowly gliding my tongue along them. “You are so sexy, Y/N.” He muttered, pulling out of my mouth and replacing it with his lips.
Tom grabbed at my thighs, lifting me off my feet and wrapping my legs around his waist. His grabbed his cock, placing self at the entrance of my core.
“How badly do you want me, darling?” He questioned against my lips.
“So bad.”
“Beg for it.”
“I want you to fuck me so badly, daddy, please…” I kissed him, “please.” With that, he thrust into me with all the force he could. I let out a loud moan.
“Like that?” He pressed his forehead to mine.
“Yes, daddy.”
He continued thrusting into me with all the power, his hand snaked to pussy and he began quickly rubbing my clit. I could tell he already wanted to cum the way he touched me, leaving me a moaning mess as he groaned.
“Tom, baby-”
He stopped thrusting and looked at me with raised brows. “Who?” He teased, pulling himself out of my pussy.
“Daddy, I’m sorry.” I moaned as he rubbed his cock between my lips and against my nub.
“That’s what I thought.” He muttered, taking my hand off the back of his head and holding it over my head.
He slipped inside of me with ease, thrusting a bit slower than before. His hand held my arm tightly above head as my walls clenched around him, he growled a deep, “fuck.”
I could feel the heat, building up inside of me as my breathing turned into panting as he brought me closer to the edge. He brought his thumb back to my clit, noticing how needy I had become. My free hand grabbed at his bicep, digging my nails into it and feeling it flex repeatedly as he rubbed my sensitive nub. I began bucking my hips into his and pulling him closer to me with my legs.
“Look at me when you cum, baby girl.” He whispered to me.
Those words did it for me. I looked up at him like he wanted as my nerves unraveled and slew of curse words slipped from my lips. My toes curled and my eyes fell shut from the immense pleasure. I let go of his waist, sliding down against the mirror to my knees. Tom let go of my wrist and I wrapped my hand around his cock as he leaned forward, resting his forehead against the glass as his hand rest on my cheek, rubbing the bottom of my lip of my mouth that I left open for him.
I pumped his cock as his breathing became heavier and grunts and moans left his lips. His hand moved to the back of my ponytail, tightly gripping my hair before he came. His warm cum made it’s way into and around my mouth. He caught his breath, his chest heaving up and down as he watched me swallow his cum.
“Fuck,” he chuckled, “you’re such a good girl.” I stood up on my slightly trembling legs and leaned into him. He rest his forehead on mine instead of the mirror. “We’ll have to finish sessions like this from here on out.” He suggested as he grabbed my ass.
I laughed, “we didn’t even get to finish the lesson, Tom.”
“There’s always next time to pick up where we left off. Now, how about we head upstairs for a shower?” I smirked and nod my head, knowing he’d be up for a round two.
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