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mehphoobia · 2 years

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DON'T TELL YOUR MOM - Tom Holland one shot

Pairing:- Tom Holland!step brother x Reader

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Summary:- "Shh we don't want mom and dad hear your moans now do we?" he joked. He noticed fresh slick oozing out of you and smirked to himself.

"Moan louder" he commanded.

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Warning- Pure Filth 🤐 that's it | WC:- 1.7k

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Rings and vows were exchanged; promises of never leaving each other again were spoken between your mother and your step dad. God knows if those promises would be kept for long, considering this is your mom’s second marriage and your step dad’s third.

Your step dad was rich wait that’s underrated. Your step dad is filthy rich. Even after diving all of his property between his three sons and now you, he still had enough money to go up and about all by himself. After the traditional wedding ceremony, all the guests were then taken for a cruise for the reception. What’s a 20 year old girl like you gonna do among 60 something years old businessmen and not to mention their wives. So you decided to go hangout with people below the deck.

As soon as you made your way down the stairs, Peter pulled you in squeaking in excitement. “Where were you? Me and ‘Vin were looking all over” he pouted. “I was upstairs, you know these parties and their formalities” you shrugged. “You mean the wedding. Our parent’s. Aren’t you happy? With Arvin, Tom and of course Me” Peter was concerned for you. He knows how much of a new family, new place, new people can get to your head and being the youngest amongst those three, he could connect.

Easing him out you said, “Especially you. I’m really happy with you guys, couldn’t be happier.”

“Oh Sis, don’t worry about the old man, you won’t see him as much, to be honest, neither do we.” Arvin stood behind you holding a glass of not-so-soft-drink. You smiled as you eased out in their comfort. Arvin was an amazing elder brother, caring, supportive and loving. After all he was supposed to take the business on so the responsibilities came to him naturally. Peter, well, obviously was a happy bouncing pumpkin. All the time, he was happy there was finally someone he could take care of.

But the middle one, Tom, was a force to reckon with.

The two brothers pulled you in through the party, in midst of the dancing figures, ugh the stench of all the perfumes mixing together could potentially kill you. So you decided to sit in front of the projector with Peter already passed out on the couch. Figured. That kid

Among the shadows, preying eyes were set on you as you unknowingly sat there innocently. Tom was looking at you hungrily. The way your eyes peeked at the adult movie playing on the screen, how to hid your eyes between your palms during an ‘inappropriate scene’. How smooth your legs were, as the lace of your skirt rested on your thighs. If adjusted, it could give a perfect view of your untouched, virgin womanhood.

As he watched you, he noticed a young man sit beside you and have a small talk just to engage conversation. While talking he slyly slipped his hand on your thighs and Tom noticed how supple your flesh was, as it sank under his fingers which merely grazed your skin. Him and only him, was allowed to experience it around his face, ears and lips as he ate you out.

“Hey Andrew” Tom spoke which startled the young man. “H-Hey Tom”

“Mr. for you, Andrew” Tom spoke coldly. Andrew gulped on the sheer dominance Tom exerted. Tom’s alpha pheromones and aura caused Andrew to trip back and hit the wall as Tom threatened.

“Listen, if I see you near Y/N, tonight or ever again, I’ll start …..peeling your skin …..from the point you touched her. Understood” Tom bent Andrew’s fingers so hard, he could hear his fingers break. Not to startle anyone, Andrew had no choice but to keep quite as he ran away from there.

Tom adjusted his tux as he returned to his seat, set his hair and looked at you again. Sitting there all innocent, blushing at the scenes. “You’re ruining me” he thought. “…and I’ll spoil you.” He continued.

During all the lunch and dinner dates your parents had before the marriage, to get the children bond, bonded too much for Tom. He would drop his cutlery often just to bend down and see your smooth legs and feel them if he was lucky. His fantasies of having bent over and pounding into you over and over again got him hard as he showered and came hard on the wall. Things you were doing to him.

It had been six months since the wedding and your family of six were living in your step dad’s mansion. But somethings had changed, Tom started visiting you often. After his shifts at the office, he would come directly in your room. But not to talk.

He would come and talk about your womanly instincts. How you felt sexually. Discussing all of this with your step brother was weird but after some time it got a little comfortable. Too comfortable.

He then installed a projector in your room, and installed some porn videos and asked you to watch them. You had never seen anything as obscene as this. Hell you never even liked anyone so you never bothered to explore and experience yourself. “Why are you doing this?” you asked Tom, who was sitting their silently, as if nothing happened. “I’m taking care of you, till you find someone, whom you love, so you could all of that with him. I’m your brother right?” he spoke while slowly walking towards you and caressing your face. The hell he was.

It had been weeks, since he was showing you those videos. One particular one of them had a girl touch herself down there. You had never tried it before so you decided to change that today. Hesitantly, as you reached to your panties, you experienced something wet and slimy. But just as you were going to get your hand out feeling disgusted, you hit a spot that got you screaming. You get touching that spot and now in a faster motion and you continued till you felt like peeing. You stopped then and took heavy breaths.

Tom stood there and saw everything. Heard everything. He stood there cupping his bulge which was so hard it was almost numb. He had to do something. So he made a choice.

That night after everyone was sleeping, he went to your room and to his surprise, he saw you, getting off to the mobile phone. You kept the vibration mode on and on your soft spot. Tom slowly walked in and saw you.

Eyes closed, mouth apart and a sheen of sweat covering your body, reflecting light from all the right places. Your boobs were swollen as you kept denying yourself an orgasm as you thought you were about to pee.

He got on his knees and found his opening as he attached his lips on your red and swollen lips. You jolted at the sudden pleasure only to be calmed down by Tom.

“Hey babygirl, big brother’s gonna help you now, let go” he said circling your sensitive pearl. “I think…I think..ahhhh I’m gonna pee” you talked half moaned. “Let go babygirl, cum on my tongue.”

You heard what he said and let yourself go, “Tom, ahhhh, Tom please” you whispered as you came on his tongue. It drove him crazy, the way you moaned his name. You were meant to be his. Even if you weren’t no one else was getting you anyways, you were his in every literal sense.

As you came down from your euphoric high, you were bought to reality with Tom’s zip being open and stroking his rick hard dick. “To-“ you tried to speak only to be mummed later. “Shhh” he placed his fingers on your lips to shut up, the sift pink flesh, he wondered how it tasted until he did. The kiss was soft and slow as he started to explore every bit of your mouth, your tongues touched and lapped with a slow and soft chaste. But to your surprise, the slow and chaste motion was broken when he pulled you towards himself, grabbed your legs and spread them wide.

“It’ll hurt, you’ll have to take me well babygirl” Tom commanded. All you could do was nod. You never felt all those things before, so wet, so supple so ready and all for him. He lubricated himself with his pre-cum, completely unbothered about protection.

He lined himself at your center, looked at you with lust filled in his eyes. “All mine”

He thrusted himself in you in one swift motion and touched that spongy soft spot inside which had you moaning so loudly he had to cover your face. He thrusted in and out of your virgin cunt which swallowed him like as if it was devoured. After hitting the spot again and again he repositioned himself as he drew you closer and had your ankles touch his lowered back. He kept massaging the soft and sensitive pearl as he kept fucking you.

It was driving you crazy, all these touches. You were moaning mess and he didn’t complain until. He hit that spot so hard this time as he got up stand so he could get deeper.

"Shh we don't want mom and dad hear your moans now do we?" he joked. He noticed fresh slick oozing out of you and smirked to himself.

"Moan louder" he commanded. He had to sprawled below with your legs apart and he stood as he fucked you into oblivion. As you approached your edge yet again so did he.

He could feel the slick covering his dick, but it wasn’t, it was blood.

Tom took your virginity just like he wanted and no one else was getting a taste, ever. You both came at the same time. He almost fell on top of you when your walls held him so hard he couldn’t move. After the strenuous episode, you were tired so you drifted off to sleep.

Tom already had so many fantasies to fulfil. With you. Only the thought of it got him hard. Again.

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A/N:- Hey you guys, though its a one shot, why do I smell a part 2? It was so fun writing this, me and my horny brain I swear. No matter how smutty the fic is Peter fluff kills me 😭, he is so adorable.

The tag list is still open and I would love to hear from you guys. 🖤

Check out my other fics here; duh its a masterlist, stupid me.

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hollandsfavbabe · 1 year

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Movie Night

pairing: tom holland x reader

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

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

word count: 4.8k

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

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

#tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #tom holland #movie #tom holland smut #smut #covid19 #first smut #sorry it took so long #sorry if it sucks #im just sorry #dont be silly wrap your willy

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sauronpilled · 3 months

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`•° some dayang + wyll lore 🍓 :

- dayang was smitten by him the moment he introduced himself with the rapier during the battle at the gate. she was so giddy that she immediately sought after him once the bloodbath ends.

- when she sees him with the children, her limerence grew.

- that night at the camp, they playfully made promises to each other to stay as friends, once they remove the tadpoles.

- dayang doesn't really hide her favoritism as she always laugh at his jokes ( cue zendaya guffawing at tom holland gif ).

"Well, it seems like you're having an elating conversations with The Blade. I'm sure you have no need for us anymore," Shadowheart remarked, as she tap her foot impatiently. Waiting for their charades to end.

- when mizora transformed him into a devil, they bonded over each other's fear of being seen as monsters. some night, she came to him, and try to ease his concern with her words of affirmations.

"You are glorious as you were before. Curse to those who refuse to see your beauty as they have been blinded by their filth in their heart," Dayang slipped the words into the silent night, her fingers trace over the horns that adorned his head.

- when they ventured into the underdark, wyll gifted her a glowing mushroom. previously, she had shared how she misses her home, so wyll decided he would pluck the prettiest mushroom he could find. dayang joyfully accepted the gift and encased it in a jar.

#wyll ravengard #oc : dayang #ship : grudgeblade #i have. thoughts about them.

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sharp-and-swift · 2 years

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⚡️ SHARP FIC PICKS ⚡️

(aka sharp’s fave smutty smut smut)

• UPDATED 09.18.22 •

I’ll be updating this list with my fave fics for easy access and I’m sharing it bc why WHY would I not want to spread the joy?

WARNING: there’s smut all over this so you NEED to be 18+ (minors DNI!!!) and even then proceed only if you’re comfortable with filth. Ye have been warrrrrned. Also, some of these might get angsty and/or fluffy and oh these are like the cherry on top of the smut sundae.

⚡️ All fics involve sex between/among consenting adults (18+).

Currently mostly who am I kidding it’s only consuming Eddie Munson/Joseph Quinn x Reader and Steddie x Reader fics but plan to update with my other loves Tom Hiddleston/Loki and Luke Thompson /Benedict Bridgerton as well.

⚡️ I’ll be reblogging fics randomly but this is where they all go to sleep at night. Follow/filter by #sharpficpicks so you don’t miss the goods.

(this is my first time ever doing anything like this so if I’m going about it the wrong way/you don’t want me linking to your fics/anything at all, just lmk and I’ll fix those mistakes!)

Come join me as we dive into the pot of golden smut at the end of the fanfic rainbow 🌈✨

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STRANGER THINGS

EDDIE x READER

PART I (fic list ending on 8.12.22)

PART II (ongoing list as of 8.18.22)

Distracted (fem!reader) by @roanniom

Inexperienced Eddie Being All Flustered; Soft, Gentle Sex w/Eddie; Eddie’s Guitar Pick Necklace (fem!reader) by @ringpop-poppy

Give it a Try (fem!reader) by @tenseoyong

Baby Talk (fem!reader) by @strangermarvelss

Nothing Else Matters (fem!reader) Part 1, Part 2 by @eddiesdenimvest

Eddie’s Throne (fem!reader) by @eddiesdenimvest

Good Boy and Insatiable Girl (fem!reader) by @peterthepark

18 (fem!reader) Part 1, Part 2 by @eddiesdenimvest

Eddie relieving you while you watch fireworks from your window (fem!reader) by @erosso

No One Knows (fem!reader) by @goldustwomun

When We Were High (fem!reader) Part 1, Part 2 by @eddiemunsonswhxre

Move Me, Baby (fem!reader) by @cryptidcasanova

Camping (fem!reader) @munson-trashcan

Wrapped Around Your Finger (fem!reader) by @lilacletter

Can I Borrow Your Bed? (fem!reader) Part I, Part II by @hard-candy-writing

Play Pretend (fem!reader) Part 1, Part 2 by @webslinger-holland

“Good Morning Sweetheart” (fem!reader) by @dakotalun

"I'm not wearing any underwear... thought you'd like to know." (fem!reader) by @mypoisonedvine

Drink the Lake (fem!reader) by @silkscream

Boo? and Boo? Spellbound (fem!reader) by @eagerbby

Only You (fem!reader) by @eagerbby

First Time (fem!reader) by @forever-rogue

Just Where Our Bones Will Rest (fem!reader) by @indouloureux

She’s Trouble (fem!reader) by @wroteclassicaly

Made For Lovin’ You (fem!reader) by @xechowritesx

New Sensation and Need You Tonight (fem!reader) by @darkdarkroom

Mechanic!Eddie (fem!reader) by @sweetpeapod

Series (ongoing and 3+ parts)

Worlds Apart (fem!reader) Parts 1 through 12 here [*will update as chapters are released] by @munsons-maiden

I Just Want You [another epic series, loving it!] (fem!reader) Parts 1 through 14 here [*will update as chapters get released] by @eddiesdenimvest

Dealer’s Choice; Double Down; Down to the Felt; Take The Edge Off (fem!reader) by @ohcaptains

When I Think About You, I Touch Myself Part I and Part II; Call Me [part of the same series] (fem!reader) by @prettyboyeddiemunson

Ourobouros [3-part series] (fem!reader) by @rosemaremembrance

Meet the Munsons (fem!reader) by @mypoisonedvine

Spring Break (fem!reader) Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 by @strangermarvelss

Days of the Week: Tuesdays?, Wednesdays, Thursdays, Saturday, Sunday, Monday (fem!reader) by @munson-trashcan

A Little Push (fem!reader) Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 (Part 3 is Steddie x fem!reader) by @ladyfogg

Forbidden Fruit (fem!reader) Part I, Part II by @munsonquinns

STEDDIE x READER

@peachesworld96 has an incredible series with more to come! Best read in order IMO but do your thing

Good Vibrations (fem!reader)

Good Old Fashioned Lover Boys (fem!reader)

Crazy On You (fem!reader)

Burning For You (fem!reader)

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one, two, three (fem!reader) by @indiefilmfatale

Rock The Night (fem!reader) by @stranger-nightmare

Wild Parts [series] (fem!reader) Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV by @xdirtyx

Matters of Taste (fem!reader) by @rosemaremembrance

Dangerous Woman (fem!reader) by @eddiemslvt

There’s No I In Threesome [series] (fem!reader) Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 by @corrodedhawkins

Baby (fem!reader) by @eddiemunsonbrxinrot

A Little Push, Part 3 (fem!reader) by @ladyfogg

Meddle About (fem!reader) by @peterthepark

JOSEPH QUINN x READER

One of my favorites is the Sleepless series by @timejumpbucky holy God it’s sweltering

Sleepless [Part 1] (fem!reader)

Sleepless [Part 2] (fem!reader)

Other amazing JQxReader fics:

Love Me More (afab!reader) by @indouloureux

Reader and Joseph on Honeymoon (fem!reader) by @indouloureux

Role Play (fem!reader) by @corrodedhawkins

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#eddie munson smut #eddie fucking munson #eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn x reader #joe quinn smut #joe quinn x reader #steddie smut #steddie fanfic #steddie #steddie x reader #eddie munson fanfic #joseph quinn fanfiction #stranger things smut #steve harrington smut #steve Harrington x eddie Munson x reader #sharpficpicks

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late-to-the-party-81 · 11 months

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I feel the rush, addicted to your touch

AN: sorry, not sorry - Have some brain rot filth courtesy of that scene from Crowded Room and Tom Holland’s slut era….As always an aged up Peter Parker…

Beta’d by no-one, bwahahahaha, but enabled by @buckyismybicycle

Dividers by @firefly-graphics and moodboard by me, with images from The Crowded Room courtesy of www.TomHolland.org

Master list

Summary: Peter’s on a mission. Whether he gets what he’s expecting is a different matter.

Relationship: Peter Parker x Sam Wilson - No powers au

WC: 1.4k

CW: Disaster Gay Peter Parker, Strangers to lovers, drug use, unsafe sex, unhealthy coping mechanisms, implied previous SA, hooking up, anal sex, spit as lube, daddy kink, oral sex, face slapping (once) being shared, angst. This is messed up - you have been warned.

I’m so fucked up right now!

As the thought crossed Peter’s mind he giggled to himself at the dual meaning. Because he was fucked up - his life so far had seen to that, but he was also high as kite, tripping his balls off after the two lines he’d done at home before heading out, so doubly fucked up.

He supposed he’d been a normal kid once. It was so long ago that he didn’t remember much. He got flashes now and then, memories of his mom singing to him, his dad reading him a story. But that part of his life hadn’t lasted long, courtesy of a drunk driver. He remembered being scared and confused when he went to live with Uncle Ben and Aunt May. Things had settled down, at least for a bit, and he’d had some semblance of happiness.

However, the universe decided that it hadn’t tortured him enough, so it sent a mugger who accosted and killed Uncle Ben over the $47.32 cents in his wallet. That’s when things really went downhill. The reduced income, the cost of the funeral. To say he and May had struggled financially was an understatement.

Peter had had prospects before then. He was smart, capable, excelling at school, but he’d had to get a job to help out, and his school work suffered. He got angry at everything and everyone around him and made bad choices. Choices which lead him to trust people he shouldn’t have trusted. People who gave him things, did things…

Peter shook his head. Tonight wasn’t about being maudlin. Tonight was about having fun. He might be fucked up, but he was planning on just being fucked too.

Black eye liner rimmed his dark hazel eyes, smokey eyeshadow spread across his eyelids. He’d tried to tame his milk chocolate curls by slicking it back - there was still a cowlick at the front - and it curled at the nape of his neck.

He sashayed into the club, hips swinging as he pushed through the crowd, so obvious in what he was after that the only way to be clearer would to have a light-up sign over his head like a cab. His black jeans were so tight they were almost painted on, moulding his pert ass and highlighting his slim waist. His matching black shirt was almost sheer and barely buttoned, giving a full on view of his toned abs and pebbled nipples.

With the bass thumping and the red lights pulsing, Peter shucked his leather jacket, slinging it over his shoulder and making his way to the bar. He straddled a stool, and started to look around, peering out from under his long dark lashes, and chewing on his thumb. He wasn’t exactly sure what - who - he was looking for, but he knew he’d know it when he saw it, or rather, him.

A-ha!

Eye contact was made and not broken. Two knowing gazes locked together, assessing each other. The man walked over, dark skin shining like mahogany under the club lights, and leant over, lips close to Peter’s ear.

“You want a drink, sweet thing?”

A large hand rested on Peter’s thigh, squeezing gently.

“Whisky please, daddy…”

A shudder running through the body next to him let Peter know he’d played it right.

“You old enough for the hard stuff, sugar?”

Peter turned on his stool, even as the man signalled the bartender. He hooked his calf around the back of the man’s thigh, pulling him between his legs.

“I’m old enough for all the hard stuff.”

A raised eyebrow, and then the hand on his thigh was tightening.

“Good to know.”

Two whiskeys were ordered and quickly knocked back. Peter slid down from the stool, letting his body rub up against the one in front of him. Now he was on his feet he could fully appreciate the height and breadth of the man, and he could feel the lust rushing through his veins alongside the coke. With his hand fisted in the man’s shirt, Peter walked backwards onto the dance floor, wholly enraptured by the sparkling eyes and knowing smirk aimed in his direction.

Once he’d got into the middle of the throng, the press of bodies almost as intoxicating as the whiskey, Peter turned his body, pressing his back to the stranger’s front. Two large hands grasped at his hips, grinding them back, and Peter let his own arms raise up over his head, so his hands could rub over the cropped dark hair of his soon-to-be lover.

Peter felt dizzy, beautifully out of control, as he gyrated, letting the music flow through him. The hands left his hips to rub over his abs, sneaking under his shirt to feel his heated skin and to skim over the front of his pants. He arched up into the touch, sucking in air and rolling his body.

It was only a few minutes later when Peter found himself pressed face first against the wall of a stall in the men’s room. The music from the dancefloor, although muted slightly, was still loud. His pants were pulled down, and rough fingers, only lubed with spit, were rubbing at his tight hole. He gasped as one, then two, were harshly pushed inside him, a mere nod to prep, and then oh!

His lover’s hands covered his, fingers linked, and Peter cried out unabashed as his body was thrust up against the thin wall. He was so full! The stranger flexed his hips, thrusting his cock in and out, hitting that spot that made Peter whimper and clench in pleasure.

It felt so fucking good! He could almost forget everything.

It was over too soon, their fervour, their feral lust, pushing both of them over the edge, and Peter gulped in air, head still resting against the side of the stall.

“Come home with me, sweet thing. I got some more sugar for you, Sugar.”

Peter inhaled through his nose and threw down the rolled $20, before falling backwards onto his ass. What day was it? How long had it been since he left the club? Did he even care? He was high again - or was it still? - and he’d been fucked seven ways from Sunday. He giggled, rolling over and getting to his feet, to bop around to the music playing through the stereo. He only had on his underpants and a t-shirt given to him by his lover, but he didn’t care. For once the voices in his head were quiet and he felt so fucking happy.

He put on a flirty little show for the man in the chair, but after spinning too fast, he fell back over onto the floor. Laughing again, he came up onto his knees and crawled over towards his lover.

The sun coming in through the thin curtains made the man’s skin glow golden as he slouched, relaxed in an easy chair, smoking a joint and puffing perfect rings into the air, watching Peter dance. As the young man got closer, he spread his legs.

Kneeling between them, Peter undid the belt that was stopping him from getting to his prize. That damn knowing smirk had returned, and Peter smiled back before ducking his head and taking the thick, cut cock into his mouth. Fingers tangled into his curls, holding him in place as he swirled his tongue and hollowed his cheeks.

Somewhere, on the periphery of his consciousness, Peter heard a knock on the apartment door, and noticed it opening from the corner of his eye, but he was too caught up in own blissed out state to pay it much attention. That was until an enquiring voice broke through the fog swirling in his brain.

“What you got there, Sam?”

A grunt, and a flex of hips made Peter gag for a moment, but it didn’t deter him.

“Got me a sweet little thing.” A sharp tug on his hair made Peter lift his head up, and he looked around, mouth agape and eyes wide. A tall, dark haired man was leaning against the shelving unit. His arms were crossed and he was observing Peter with his crystal blue eyes.

A light slap across his face brought his attention back to his lover.

“You listening, Sugar? This is my main man, Bucky. He’s a good friend and I share all my shit with him, sometimes while I’m still using it, so just relax, honey. We’re gonna send you sky high…”

Tag list: @doasyoudesireandlive @chemtrails-club @talia-rumlow @peaches1958 @pono-pura-vida @writing-for-marvel @kmc1989 @mrsmischief209 @sebstanwhore @preciousbarnes @jobean12-blog

#peter parker #sam wilson #peter parker x sam wilson #disaster gay peter parker #inspired by the crowded room #tom holland fan fic #late writes

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hederasgarden · 2 years

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Take Me To Heaven

Summary: If heaven’s a place you’re certain it can be found between Rhett and Arvin. Pairing: Rhett Abbott x F!Reader x Arvin Russell Rating: Explicit, 18+ only. Threeesome, unprotected PIV, anal sex, creampie, cum play and generally filthiness. Word Count: 700 A/N: I have zero excuse for this filth. I am sorry. Thank you @mayhem24-7forever for beta’ing. @yespolkadotkitty is to blame for introducing me to Arvin in this post. I have not seen the movie but she showed me clips and lord above, Tom Holland with that southern accent DOES things for me. No year is mentioned but this can be read to occur during Arvin’s time.

You know it’s wrong to lie with two men at the same time, especially since you’re unmarried. The good book is clear on the matter, but you gave that up long ago after your daddy passed down in the mine and your mother joined him soon after. It doesn’t matter what the preacher in town says, high and mighty on his pulpit. You know the closest to heaven you’ll ever get is with Arvin and Rhett, letting them worship your body and drink from the holy communion between your thighs.

It's not Sunday, but church is certainly in session tonight.

“That’s it,” Rhett encourages, stroking down the line of your trembling back as he slowly pushes past the tight ring of your asshole. It burns and you groan, letting Arvin swallow up the sound with his mouth until Rhett’s seated fully inside. Arvin's sweet face is below you, his throat bobbing as he holds your hips and carefully brings you down to meet his cock. Behind you, Rhett pants into your ear, pulling back at the same time.

"God, you feel good," Arvin groans. "You gonna let us fill you up?" He asks, raising his hips and making you moan, low and long. You curl your hands over his shoulders, nails digging into the skin as both men jostle your body between theirs.

"Yes," you cry, gasping when a sharp snap of Rhett's hips drives Arvin's cock deeper inside.

"Gonna be leaking us everywhere," Rhett pants, his vulgar words twisting up your insides in the best way.

He'd taken you into the city weeks ago, pretending to be your husband to get a birth control prescription filled. You followed the doctor's orders to the letter, careful to take the little pill at the same time each day so you could get to this moment. You wanted to feel them both come inside you, to not have that high cut short in a moment of panic as they pulled out to come on your stomach.

"Gonna look beautiful, filled with us," Arvin promises, mouthing at your nipple. Rhett's lips drag over your shoulder and you feel the bite of his teeth on the side of your neck. He loves to mark you, even more than Arvin does, and you know you'll be wearing a high neck dress for the next week at least.

"Come for us," Rhett encourages.

You shut your eyes and let their bodies carry yours to that zenith of pleasure, coming around Arvin with a cry. He finishes next, tendons in his neck straining as he fights for his own end. Rhett comes last, snapping into you hard enough to make even Arvin groan. It's ecstasy, feeling them both come inside you, giving you that warmth you crave.

The skin of Rhett’s chest is slick and warm against your back and you quake when he pulls his cock from your ass. You can feel his spend dribble down to join Arvin’s.

“Get her on her back,” Rhett rumbles, helping Arvin maneuver you off him.

Your legs are sore from straddling him for so long but when you go to stretch them out, Arvin hooks a hand under your knee to spread you open.

“Let us see our hard work,” he tells you, looking hungrily at your weeping cunt.

The bed dips and Rhett settles himself between your splayed thighs. He drags his finger through Arvin’s seed, smearing it up your belly and then down your thighs.

“You look good like this,” he praises. “Pretty enough I wish I had a photo.”

Heat rushes under your skin at his words. Your body’s still trembling with the aftershocks of your pleasure when Arvin curls two fingers inside and brings his glistening digits to your lips. You suck them clean, aware of the way both men watch you with renewed desire.

“I should get a shower,” you tell them, rising up on your elbows.

Rhett shakes his head. “We’re not done. I haven’t had that sweet cunt yet,” he tells you.

You swallow hard and watch him disappear into your bathroom to clean up as Arvin encourages you to roll onto your stomach. His fingers prod your ass and you groan, hips lifting.

“We’re gonna have you everywhere,” he promises.

#rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott x you #rhett abbott x female reader #rhett abbott fanfiction #rhett abbott smut #outer range #outer range fan fic #arvin russell

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justapurrcat · 2 years

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A/n: A continuation of this absolute blasphemy here, just a little something to make sure I go to Hell even if I don’t believe in it lol. Brace yourselves, it’s pure filth under the cut and it’s unedited, too~

Word Count: 1.672k

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“Are you sure?”, Tom whispers against your neck.

You nod, pulling him in for a kiss. “I love you”, you murmur, reassuringly.

He’s sitting on your unmade bed, his back against the wall, messy sheets twisted under your naked bodies and you cuddled up in his strong arms. He has already taken you, claimed you, loved you again and again and again, and the night is almost over. But he won’t be ripped from you this time.

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” You allow yourself to kiss him again, then tenderly bump your nose against his and proceed to reiterate your request in a soft whisper. “Do it.”

You tilt your head back and Tom gulps, the sight of your exposed throat being all he can concentrate on, the pulse calling him like a nymph’s chant.

His guilt is strong, but his love for you and the fear of losing his lover, his soulmate, to time and Death are stronger, and that is all he need to be convinced. With said thoughts in mind, he finally obeys your order, tearing your tender skin with his fangs.

He has done it so many times, but it will never cease to amaze him. And you taste better than usual after he’s had you. And even better when he feeds off of you while he’s having you.

The warmth, the scent, the addicting taste of the ambrosia only you can offer him, the wonderful sensation of you flooding his mouth takes him to Paradise every time. It’s so absurdly ironic that God would laugh about it, too.

You slouch against his chest, eyes rolling in the back of your head, surrendering to him and him alone. “My love…”, you sigh breathlessly.

Tom takes your hand, pressing the palm above his heart.

I’m here, my love.

Then, he bites into his wrist with way less care than what he used with you, and gingerly brings the wound close to your lips.

With a gulp, you hesitantly open them, letting the thick, dark liquid run down your throat, a few drops spilling down your neck and breasts.

You drink until Tom makes you, then he lovingly cups your cheek, sealing the deal with a kiss that tastes of blood and tears.

“You’re mine, now.”

There is no going back and the first wave of hurt washing over you is yet another confirmation of that.

“And I’m yours.”

He rests your frame on the bed and moves to lay next to you, but your desperate hold on his wrist halts his movements. Shaking violently, you part your knees and your request is unmistakable.

You need him to take your mind off of the pain, and he doesn’t find it in himself to deny you, despite the scrap of moral he’s trying to hold on to.

Tom gets on his knees between your legs, caressing them in an attempt to bring you some comfort.

“Darling…”, he murmurs, hating himself for the terrible ordeal he’s putting you through.

“L-love me again”, you plead with a broken whimper. “Please, Tom.”

Oh, he will. And he will love you until the end of time. He swore it to God, after all. He swore it to you.

“y/n…”, he tries to reason with you one last time.

“Please.”

The silky petals between your thighs are trembling slightly, still sensitive from his actions, still glistening because of his kisses, and he cannot resist to that sight.

He remembers his past life, centuries ago, and how he had spent so many years begging God to give him a vision that would strengthen his quivering Faith. His requests had always been unheard, and now here you are, offering him everything he could desire without even needing him to ask.

If only the Lord had cared about his human self just as half as you care about the monster that he is now…

He had to damn himself to find true Salvation. To understand what Love was. And it all came from you. Therefore, he is somewhat grateful for all that neglecting: he wouldn’t have been yours without it.

“Tom…”, you sob again, turning your head to the side and pressing your wet cheek into the pillow, and your suffering claws to his chest.

Humans have been built to the image and likeness of their flawless creator, yet none of them is truly immune to temptation. How could a devilish, Luciferian creature like him set the right example?

“As you wish, my darling.”

Tom feels your hands on his as he squeezes your hips, then reclaims his place inside of you for the hundredth time that night.

You sigh in relief, the beloved intrusion taking your mind off of the torture you’re undergoing at least for a second.

He’s slow, gentle, each thrust taking its time to fill you up, not letting any part of you untouched.

Arms spread, hands fisting the sheets, your lovely features altered by the sweet agony of his love and the dreadful pain of his venom, you look beautiful, like you’re the most accurate representation of God herself.

A wicked comparison crosses his twisted mind at that, the memory of that little wooden cross – before he destroyed it by throwing into the fire – and how his lips, tongue and teeth worshipped it on the holy ground of your cunt.

You squirm and call his name, almost not noticing your own cry for help, but he does – of course he does –, so he increases his pace until the wooden headboard is cracking against the wall. Until you’re screaming under him for the whole convent to hear.

Focus on this, my love. Focus on how I make you feel.

And it’s the closest thing to pure ecstasy you have ever experienced. What your parents wished you would achieve through incessant praying and starvation, was gifted to you on a silver plate the moment you martyrized your Faith on the altar of love.

The only deity you know now is the one on top of you, his Sacred Word in the poison pumping through your veins and in the ruthless rhythm of his thrusts.

You look at him through hooded eyes, so enraptured you almost fail to hear someone calling for you, desperate fists hitting the door of your cell.

“Sister!”

You would laugh at the absolute depravity of all this if you weren’t so absorbed by your lover, who only leaves you capable of repeating his name, each time louder than the previous one.

“Tom…”

“y/n! Open the door!”

“Tom…”

“What’s going on?”

You’re in Heaven, that’s what's going on, and you could swear you hear angels sing when you both reach the peak of an indescribable pleasure.

“Tom!”

With that last yelled praise, your body goes limp, completely stilling as your eyes close, the only trace of movement left in you being the slow, regular raising and lowering of your chest.

Even the voices on the other side of the door quiet down, as if they’re waiting for something. A sign, maybe.

And it’s the same for Tom, only, he’s waiting for a different one.

Suddenly, your eyes shot open, pupils dilated to the point they almost look entirely black. You gasp, your chest pressed against his as it fills and empties with air, a foreign feeling spreading under your skin.

You’re hungry.

Sensing your need, Tom offers you his throat, a silent invitation in the proud smirk he gives you.

You don’t need to be told twice, your fingers running through his curls as you pull him closer, immediately biting into his neck like your life depends on it. Without exaggerating, it does.

His moan resonates next to yours in that tiny little cell and it’s the purest form of sin that an innocent could ever commit.

Tentatively, Tom thrusts into you again and you clench around him, gladly accepting the initiative. You don’t have only one appetite to be satiated.

He doesn’t last long and neither do you, both too intoxicated by the aphrodisiac concoction of the blood mixing on your tongues. The taste is different from before, and you understand why he is so addicted to you.

You detach your mouth from his neck as his tip kisses your cervix, the feeling of him being so deep inside of you enough to throw you over the edge, dragging him with you in that blissed fall.

As if on cue, the wooden door hits the ground with a loud crack. Some brave – or probably just less frightened – nuns in their nightgowns breaking into your cell only to be met by a view that will haunt them until their dying day.

Their poor, little, lost sister naked and covered in blood, entangled in an embrace with her demonic mate.

Tom raises to his knees, allowing them to take in the full picture, revealing the obscene detail of your still connected bodies, in case they had any doubts left on the many ways he has defiled your purity.

You smile at the horrified gasps when his large hand splays onto your stomach, the implication behind the gesture being clear as day. Your hand rests on top of his, drawing his full attention back to you, an “Amen” that sounds like an “I love you” coming out of your lips.

There is no time left for anything else, the first ray of sunshine taking your place and blinding the traumatized godly women. When they are able to look again, there is no trace left of you other than the blood soiling a bed they’re most likely going to burn, and a bunch of rags, what little remains of your sacred habit, abandoned on the floor next to his clothes.

It would be your last time wearing it, so Tom had seen no point in leaving it intact, one last proof of his claim on you.

You don’t care about any of that, though.

For you, this new eternity begins like this, in the arms of your lover.

A/n: Pure filth, I did warn you tho. Hope you enjoyed it 💜

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girl I nearly died in Spanish class today

we were doing an activity where there's a list of celebrities in the textbook and then the teacher described them and we guessed who it was. the first thing he said was "esta persona le fascina a zendaya" to describe Tom Holland. Then he says, "are they still married" and I'm like ummm no they're not even married😭

but like moral of the story the general population loves them soo much

not le fascina omg they read thomas to filth

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Hey!

Love, what works you can recommend if I'm looking some smut with Andrew Garfield-Reader-Tom Holland? I mean, two hottest guys (for me) having some spicy fun with girl (Y/N) what else could I wish ? 🥵😃😃

Hope you will have awesome weekend!

Ok, I SWEAR I read a fic where Y/N is MCU Peter's girlfriend, but she also looks exactly like TASM Peter's deceased girlfriend. When NWH (loosely) happens MCU!Peter feels sorry for TASM Peter and not only lets him have sex with Y/N he also watches? Did I read this filth (affectionate) on Ao3? Does anyone else know what I'm talking about?

#Lizzy recs.#find a fic

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Once Upon A Scream (Witch! Tom Holland x Witch! Reader) - Prologue

Warnings: Filth in upcoming chapters, mentions of blood and violence, mentions of satanic stuff? Don’t know if thats a warning or not...

Word Count: 4029

Summary: As adversary witches, you and Tom spent your entire lives despising the other and their family’s magic. But when forces pull you together, a curse upon Tom’s town is unleashed and

A/N: Praying to the tumblr gods that this series doesn’t flop so please share it as much as you can! But happy fall! I’m so excited for this one because I am OBSESSED with witchy books and really want to do one for Tommo so I hope you guys like it? This one has one of my favorite enemies to lovers tropes that I have written and it’s been so much fun so far. Big thanks to @osterfield-holland-andcompany @lauras-collection for helping me out with this one and the moodboard! Pleaseeeee interact with it! THANK YOU AND ILY – xxx N

Looking vacantly in the mirror while smoothing out your black velvet dress, you waved your fingers around your head to allow your magic to put the final touches on your hair. This day was always filled with dread for you, but this year more so than ever. There was a lot riding on a day like today for you and your sisters, and now it was all your responsibility. The worst of it was trying to make a good impression on people who you knew very well despised you already.

At least that feeling was very mutual, you thought to yourself while you stepped into your heels before heading out. The Founding Family was one you had no choice but to endure considering you resided in the same town. Holland Hollow was a town far too small for rivals such as yourselves. And when a new witch had ascended like you had, it got significantly smaller.

Every Founder’s Day was when your coven had to present its reigning Supreme to the Founders. A tradition that began centuries ago when Holland Hollow was founded and slaughtered the majority of your deceased sisters because they were becoming more powerful than them. Unable to fathom the idea of a group far more powerful than the family itself of whom created its town.

But one sister, Hyacinth, survived. She and the Founder made a treaty to keep their respected magic within their proximity in the town and to never combine the coven’s magic with a Founder’s. In return, the Founding Family would call upon the Sister of Hyacinth on the same day each year; where they would feast together regardless of how they felt towards one another. The Supreme Witch would be announced, and be forced to manifest for the Founder, which you suspected was for them to make sure you weren’t as strong as they were. Centuries had passed, but the animosity was still very much alive.

For the mortals who resided in Holland Hollow, Founder’s Day was a festival to cherish and enjoy. A day of parades and parties, pumpkin carving competitions and pie baking contests. But for you and your fellow Sisters of Hyacinth, it was a reminder that the town you were in had full control over you and your magic. When it very much should have been the other way around. And with your magic now at the forefront, it so easily could be.

You never wanted to ascend to Supreme Witch, no one ever wanted the title. It was a burden for most as opposed to an honor. But when you ascended, your magic was the strongest in decades. And once you managed to keep it under control, you rose to the occasion and took on the title proudly. You may not have been born to lead the coven, but you fell into it so easily. Making your sisters proud and making them feel safe meant more to you than any magic you could gain.

After gathering a few herbs to bring downstairs, you headed through the corridors and down the spiral staircase to meet with the rest of the coven. All of your sisters were waiting for you so you could head to the Founder’s Day Gala together. You didn’t want any of them knowing how nervous you were but your chest was pounding when you greeted all of them. Being presented to the Founders was the last thing you wanted to do today when you already had so much work to do at the store.

That, and you were dreading having to manifest your magic in front of the Founder’s son, the Sovereign, Tom. Who was nearly as powerful as you and never let you forget it. As if the Founding Family wasn’t despised by you and your sisters enough; Tom was the additional thorn in your side that made you want to put another helping of Angelica Root in his tea.

The first time you did that still gave you a thrill of excitement every time you remembered how it made Tom’s hair fall out. Even if he still looked good without his brown curls, it was worth the confiscation of your herb garden at the time. And if anything with him happened like what had happened the first time, you would do far worse than Angelica Root.

You were always at each other's throats but ever since you became Supreme, Tom’s disdain for you had only increased. Maybe it was because you were finally a match for his magic and he didn’t like knowing a Sister of Hyacinth could keep up with him. But even you had to admit Tom was powerful; not only as a witch, but as a Founder. A part of you was envious of what he could do but the other part of you wanted to place another hex on him.

Taking in the fresh air as you walked into the town’s center, you tried to remind yourself of the positives of this day. There weren’t many, but one of them being that it was one of the few days out of the year where the energy within town was at its strongest and your magic could charge to an entirely new level.

Magic was a dreadful responsibility but the power it held was incredible. Surrounded by the right energies and witches it could make you feel all sorts of ways; tranquil, elated, even aroused depending on the witch. And as Supreme, all of that was now heightened for you. Holland Hollow was many things. But boring never seemed to be one of them.

You felt a shiver crawl down your neck as you sensed a familiar form of magic nearby. Breathing out a laugh while you excused yourself from your coven, you walked your way over to a table selling candied apples. Pursing your lips, you leaned over the table and found the source of the eccentric energy.

“I don’t suppose these apples carry any…particular ingredients in them to help a witch out, hmm?” you smiled when you got Harrison’s attention and leaned over to give him a hug. It felt nice to find someone similar to you walking amongst the mortals today but who understood the stress you were dealing with. Especially a witch who had a gift enabling him to grow any and every herb, regardless of the rarity, “Feverwort? Coffeeweed? Ugh, Haz! I beg of you…” your plea turned into a laugh when you saw his lips curve into a smile.

“As if I’d refuse a Supreme anything on a day of Founder’s…” Harrison rolled his eyes playfully while he slipped his hand into his back pocket and pulled out a small, clear baggie with muddle herbs in it, “Chrysanthemum and Coughort will do the trick,” he winked and extended his offering to you.

You practically squealed as you took the bag from him, “Oh! Thank Satan! I barely want to cross paths with that nightmare of a Founder in there. I’ll need anything to help me get through it…” you sighed into the cup of hot water Harrison had made appear in his empty hand for you.

Harrison was one of the nonaligned witches, meaning he didn’t have a coven of his own. He spent most of his days working in the public library, studying everything he could about the town’s history so he could collect and gather rare herbs and crystals for elixirs and serums that some witches may never gain enough skill to do. So he sold them to said witches for a fortune. But since you were Supreme and one of his closest allies, he traded you his findings for your coven’s famous homemade pumpkin streusel.

“Need I remind you, you’ll be on his territory while you manifest?” Harrison watched you carefully while you inhaled the drink Harrison had made for you. You rolled your eyes into your cup even though you knew he was right. “Tom may be your adversary, but he’s still the Sovereign,” his eyes narrowed.

“And I’m Supreme and can turn that lovely victorian he lives in into ash if I so choose,” you fought back with a grin. But you saw Harrison’s face and you shook off your annoyance, “I just hate this day. And I hate it even more now that I’m in charge of retaining a century’s old tradition…”

Harrison pressed his lips together and turned his head when the bells coming from the Founder’s Hall began to ring. He could sense your heart beating out of your chest and gently took your hand and brought it to his lips formerly, “Well, I know you’ll make your sisters proud today, Y/N,” he smiled when he let go of your hand and his eyes went to the short hem of your dress, “And you may just bring the Founders to their knees in that dress…” he chuckled before his attention was taken by a young girl asking for a candied apple.

With your sisters right behind you, you stood in front of the threshold to Founder’s Hall. Turning around to face them, you nodded your head with a small smile before you stepped in first while they quickly followed. The sounds of your heels clacking against the marble as you approached the center of the room where a long table was set up. The entire room was lit only by candles and it smelt of sage and rosemary.

If you didn’t know any better, it almost felt like your coven’s home. Only yours was better.

Your sisters took a seat at the table with the rest of the founding family. Their job was merely to present you to everyone in the room while you did everything else. And in a room filled with witches, the magic felt so strong it nearly knocked you out. But then you saw where the magic was coming from and immediately stiffened at the sight.

The Head Founder and Sovereign came forward and you tried your best to refrain from rolling your eyes at how serious they had looked walking towards you. It was as if they were trying to prove they had just as much magic as you and it nearly seemed laughable. Tom was a strong witch who didn’t have to prove a damn thing to you but it was nice knowing you clearly intimidated him.

You shook the hand of Tom’s father, The Founder, and tried your best to seem interested. You had never met them as Supreme so this time all eyes were on you and you had to be careful. The energy in the room was heavy but seemed to be masked by all of the festivities going on around so nobody seemed to take notice. Except you.

And Tom certainly noticed.

It wasn’t every day that the one witch he particularly despised rose to the most powerful position and now he had to play nice with her for the day. You had been the bane of Tom’s existence for as long as he could remember and he didn’t expect it to go any other way. He was more than loyal to his family and even more loyal to keeping all of the Sisters of Hyacinth as far from him as possible. With you being the main witch he desired to steer clear of after this.

Tom looked at you before him and sucked in a breath. You were a stunning witch, he couldn’t argue that. He had to remove his eyes from where your dress had ended and your legs began because he was afraid his father would take notice. Or worse. Having you take notice. Being a beautiful witch meant nothing and Tom quickly shook those thoughts away when he caught the expression on your face.

“Something you find amusing, your eminence?” It took a lot out of Tom to call you that. But he didn’t want to be on the receiving end of his father’s wrath so he grinned and bore it for now. Taking a step forward while he raised an eyebrow at you, “And do I detect foxglove within you?”

“The only thing I find amusing is that you could probably summon Satan himself and still not know your herbs properly,” you answered snarkily with a playful smirk while you watched Tom’s scowl tighten on your gaze, “Oh, and Happy Founder’s Day, my Sovereign,” you added nonchalantly.

Tom’s father quickly chirped in to disrupt the squabble about to take place, “As tradition of our covenant, we offer the new reigning Supreme a token to remind us all of our reconciliation and neutrality…” he glared at Tom and waited for him to snap his fingers, allowing a box to appear in his hands.

Taking a few steps closer to you, Tom opened the box and extended it towards you. Your eyes rested against the sparkling pendant. As Tom removed it from the box, you noticed it was attached to a golden chain. You didn’t really want to accept anything from the Founders but you knew you had no choice in the matter so instead you bowed your head in gratitude while Tom opened the clasp and spun you around.

“This was the very same amulet worn by Hyacinth when she died in 1622. Given to her by none other than our Founding Father, Jeremiah, when the covenant was created,” the Founder spoke while you felt Tom’s breath on the back of your neck as he carefully draped the necklace around your neck. His fingers felt like ice against your skin, “We had only discovered it was in Jeremiah’s possession when we discovered his vault several years ago,” he added as Tom finished clasping the chain together.

Your eyes quickly met before you looked down at the pendant and then back at the both of them, “Ah, I see. So you’re just giving back what was rightfully ours anyway,” you answered cheekily and tried to shrug it off with a laugh, “And as always, my sisters and I are forever grateful for the treaty and our place here in Holland Hollow,” it was a line that was recited by each Supreme every Founder’s Day, and it still made you want to cut your own tongue out.

“As always, the Founding Fathers of Holland Hollow welcome any Sister of Hyacinth,” Tom responded with his ghastly line that made him cringe and want to rip that necklace fresh off your neck.

This was so old fashioned and new witches and Founders such as Tom thought ceremonies like these were incredibly impractical and only continued on because his father insisted on traditions. So Tom had to as well, “As long as the covenant remains in tact,” he added lazily, snapping the box closed in front of your face and grinning when you jolted, “Well…time to see what you’ve got, witch,” Tom muttered under his breath before he went to his seat beside his father.

Moving towards the center of the altar, you closed your eyes so you wouldn’t be intimidated being watched by so many people. You focused on your magic and collected as much energy from the room as you could. Repeating your incantation in your head over and over and putting all of your intent into it. Once you felt like you were in control of the moment, everything just got lighter.

Tom held back his gasp when he watched you levitate on the altar and blow out every single candle that was lit. He nor his father had seen a Supreme Witch do anything like that since…never. Tom had never seen anything like it before. How the hell were you so powerful and where were you conjuring that magic from?

He had known your coven had grown over the last few years and he heard certain things about some witches within it dabbling in both white and dark magic. Although, Tom couldn’t be one to judge too harshly regarding magic since he used both as well. Dark magic wasn’t necessarily bad but it came with a price and if you weren’t a powerful enough witch, it came with serious consequences. But Tom was powerful enough. And clearly, so were you.

That was going to be a problem, Tom thought to himself while he continued to keep his eyes on you still in the air. Now relighting each and every candle, one by one while the organ from across the room had begun to play as you gently came back down to the ground. Something like that seemed like a trivial type of magic but Tom and his father knew a typical witch couldn’t conjure all of that at once. But you did it without breaking a single sweat.

Your eyes slowly fluttered open when you heard the rupture of applause come from behind you. Smiling coyly while you turned around and took another bow towards the Founder as every Supreme before you had done. Walking your way back to the table as he announced that dinner should begin now that the ceremony was completed. You were famished and any type of sustenance would help refuel your energy again.

“Well, Satan below, aren’t you a clever little Supreme now,” Tom came into view with an empty plate and handed it to you while you both made your way over towards the buffet table. “It’s very cute seeing how hard you try,” he grinned snarkily as he continued to follow you around the table.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be, Tom?” you scoffed while you took a spoonful of the roast that had been brought out and placed some into your plate. Trying not to look back at Tom even though you felt his eyes glaring into your back, “Isn’t there a mortal waiting for you at The Watercress Magik to share an ecstasy potion with or something?” you rolled your eyes at the thought. You always heard rumblings of what the Sovereign would be up to with other members of the town and every story made you wish you had never heard it.

Tom let out a dry laugh, “Is that jealousy I sense? Oh, cara mia…” Tom teased as he hooked his fingers underneath the chain of your necklace and guided them to the pendant where you locked eyes, “I could conjure us up a potion right now if that’s what’s got you so worked up…” his eyes went back down towards your legs and his stomach flipped. “It’s a full moon tonight so we could-”

“Do not call me that,” you seethed at him through your teeth and swatted his hand away from you. How dare he think a Sister of Hyacinth would want anything to do with a Founder. The thought alone made you feel weak, “I’d rather ingest Wormwood than consume any type of potion with you, Tom…” you spat his name back at him as if it were venom.

“That’s no way to speak to your Founder,” he teased right back. Oh, you were certainly everything that Tom remembered to disdain and that feeling wasn’t going away any time soon. He grabbed a glass of wine from the bar and sat beside you at the table. He had to get the last jab in, “I don’t suppose I need to remind you about what had happened during the Bealtaine last equinox, hm, cara mia?” his words had you frozen and he knew he had you at a checkmate.

You silenced him with a wave of your finger, tossing it towards Tom’s lips and sealed them shut with your magic. Your blood was boiling and he was getting a rise out of you, which only infuriated you further. You took a breath as you leaned in, “Remind me all you want, Tom. We all know what the outcome of that story was…”

As you trailed off, you moved your fingers again and forced his wine glass into the palm of your hand without even trying. You brought the glass to your lips smugly while your eyes remained on Tom’s, “And we both know that neither of us would be in our current positions if the Bealtaine happened any differently,” your tone was clipped before you got up and walked away.

Tom stared at the now empty glass with a huff. His eyes flickering towards the sparkling gem resting upon your neck and he suddenly felt his energy rising. Muttering a spell to himself while he glared at you and the necklace in order to remind you precisely who Tom was.

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I got the power [p.p]

pairing: room/flatmate!Peter Parker x reader

summary: You and Peter get closer when the power in your building goes out for a day.

warnings: smut (f masturbation, oral f receiving, + penetration, I didn't mean to make it that way but reading it back it could be implied that it's Peter's first time but it depends on you lol), a bad joke about sex/masturbation?, Peter's physics book lmao idk where that came from

word count: 3k

a/n: this was just supposed to help me get out of a writing slump but I think it turned out cute so why not share it?

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Hotel [p.p]

pairing: Peter Parker x Avenger!reader

summary: You and Peter spend the night at a hotel after a mission. When you can’t sleep, you decide to tire yourself out, not knowing that Peter’s wide awake too, listening, and he wants nothing more than to join in.

warnings: smut (masturbation (f + m), oral (f + m), reader masturbates w peter in the room without his consent but he likes it so (but don’t be like her irl), don’t think there is anything else??

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1,656 notes - Posted July 2, 2022

If I Could Die In Your Arms [p.p & p.p]

pairing: mcu!Peter Parker x reader x tasm!Peter Parker

(Tom Holland!Peter x reader x Andrew Garfield!Peter)

summary: When another Peter Parker shows up in your world, you give him a chance to have one last moment with the love of his life, someone who looked exactly like you, but also someone who died in his arms.

(thank you @t-lostinworlds for this beautiful summary <3 pls i was struggling)

warnings: smut, (oral (m and f receiving), not a threesome, Pete just watches, unprotected sex but nothing happens bc this is fictional, Peter is in his feeeels, slight nwh spoilers (this is a different timeline tho, the things that happen in nwh don’t happen here (plot-wise?)), angst i guess? but not really, mentions of death (the reader died in Andrew!Peter’s universe), omfg writing the warning and summary for this is the hardest part idk why gfshjdfkl, this ended up being so much more emotional than sexual (how i originally planned) but if you just want a sexual fic, i’m on it already kjsahd plus my requests are open <3

word count: 8.2k… i–

❗️I actually feel like it’s very clear which Peter I’m talking about most of the time but still, to avoid confusion: Tom=Pete, Andrew=Peter (after the first few paragraphs at least, after she calls him my Pete lol (I even put it in italics AND BOLD)) (so Tom is the reader’s bf, Andrew is the one who comes to their universe)

thank you so so much @ t (and m and lauren) for helping me with this ilysm <333

･ﾟ✧*

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1,808 notes - Posted January 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Never Have I Ever [p.p]

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: When Peter meets you at college and you two bond over your lack of sexual experience, you quickly become the best friend he’s ever had. But while he falls madly in love with you, he doesn’t know if you feel the same. You hold his hand when you’re out together, talk to him about the vibrator you want to buy and bless him with that beautiful look in your eyes that is reserved only for him… yet he’s not sure if you see more than a friend in him. Little does he know, you’re wondering the same about him, hoping for the same outcome.

Warnings: smut (all first time, oral f + m receiving, dry humping (semi-public? but it’s completely uninterrupted and unseen and in a remote location lol), masturbation (f with a sex toy and m with the reader’s underwear), vaginal sex – the second half of this is basically all smut), a sprinkle of jealous Peter, Professor Garfield lol, a little bit of angst ig bc Peter keeps doubting himself and thinks he’s a pervert but he’s just dumb as shit and oblivious, (all Peter’s pov <3), fic starts off with an awkward and embarrassing story lol, alcohol/drunk!Peter, (btw if first year of college sounds a little young to you you can always imagine they just took a break between hs and college), idk how college works in the usa, also I mention Peter's enhanced senses but it's not a Spiderman fic at all lol

Word Count: 23k omg, the longest thing I’ve ever written (if that’s too long for you i’ve put four ‘dividers’ in total so it’s split into 4 more or less equally long parts (the first is like 4k, second is 7k, then 4k again and the last is 8k) but of course you can ignore that and just read all of it in one go, all 23k are in this post, it’s a one shot)

It's finally here! Thank you for all the love I received for the teaser and just talking about this fic already 💘 This has been on my mind for so so long and I’ve been (sporadically and inconsistently) writing it since like September. I’m so glad it’s finally finished, this was one of my favourite wips I‘ve ever worked on, I really loved writing Peter and the reader and their dynamic and experiences and I hope you love reading it just as much 💖

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4,525 notes - Posted May 28, 2022

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #kept forgetting to post this and now it #it's the next year omg

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