Request: can you do one where Peter and reader got a bit steamy with a make out session and Peter doesn’t notices to ton of very very noticeable hickies on him until he’s left his room and him trying to survive the day with it?
A/N: Hey guys! I am finishing my exams this Wednesday, so I will probably upload nothing else until then -I will try to write my imagine based on the incredible trailer that day, so it should be up on Thursday at most!
Peter laughed softly as your lips traveled down his neck, leaving small kisses. His t-shirt was off, you wearing it. ‘’Babe, somebody is gonna barge in’’ he whispered, a smile on his lips as your lips kissed his stomach. ‘’Are you giving me a hickie?’’ he asked, furrowing his brows. You raised your head to look at him, a smile plastered on your face. ‘’Of course not’’ you reassured him. He brought your face close to his and kissed you, the kiss getting more intense as time passed. His hands traveled to your hair, messing it up, then moving to your hips and pulling you closer to him as he sat on the bed. You put your hands on his hair, pulling at some strands and making him groan. Lowering your head, you started to kiss his neck again, his eyes closed. His hands moved to your butt, making you moan softly as you gave him a hickie, which was followed by multiple others, although he didn’t notice. You kissed him on the lips again, his tongue entering your mouth as your hands drew patterns on his back. He run his hands up and down your body, enjoying the feeling of having you so close to him. Finally pulling apart to breathe, you rested your forehead against his and smiled softly, opening your eyes to find his looking at you with an expression full of love. He grinned before grabbing the hem of his t-shirt with his hands. ‘’Will you give me back my t-shirt so I can go out and have breakfast?’’ he said, the grin still on his face. You laughed and took it off, his eyes never leaving your body. You then put on your clothes, and as you looked at him putting on his t-shirt, you admired the way his neck was full of hickies, although he didn’t notice. ‘’Let’s go grab some food’’ you said, getting up from bed and grabbing his hand. You both left your room at the Avengers Tower and walked towards the kitchen, a comfortable silence between you. When you got to the kitchen, everybody was there, considering it was still pretty early and they couldn’t afford to sleep in and lose training. ‘’Good morning everyone’’ you said as you let Peter’s hand go, walking to the fridge to get some juice. Peter sat on a stool as you passed him some pancakes, and Tony looked at him with a smirk on his face before nudging Steve’s side. ‘’Spiderboy, what you got in your neck?’’ he asked, the smirk present on his voice. Peter automatically raised his hand and put it on his neck, trying to see if he had something. ‘’What do you mean?’’ he asked, his voice raising an octave. ‘’It seems like somebody decided to paint a sunset there’’ Natasha told him. You rested against the counter, a cup of warm coffee in your hands, which you brought close to your lips. ‘’I’m pretty artsy, right?’’ you asked, taking a small sip of your drink. Peter gasped and looked at you, an offended look in his eyes. ‘’You said you hadn’t given me a hickie!’’ he accused you. ‘’When you asked me, I hadn’t’’ you said, shrugging your shoulders. Everybody laughed as they looked at Peter, who looked like an angry kid. ‘’What am I supposed to tell my aunt? The ‘I fell going down the stairs’ excuse isn’t gonna make it this time!’’ he complained.
Listen, listen. The fact Eliot Spencer’s response to Parker being upset and asking if they could kill the guy who upset her was a shrug and, “Yeah. I mean, I could.” will never, ever not be important to me.
Let’s go steal a Leverage shirt! Any Mastermind, Grifter, Hitter, Hacker, or Thief would be more than happy to pinch this little black number. Printed in dazzling, expensive metallic gold for our favorite team of badgood guys.
Along with a new design, we’re introducing a new product to the UE line!
These unique hooded shirts are made of a blend of ring spun combed cotton and rayon, making them exceptionally soft (softer than our tanktops, which if you’ve ever bought one, you KNOW how soft that is!).
I’m forcing my roomate to watch leverage and it’s great. She just had a head cannon though. its wonderful.
We’re watching the runway job right now and Parker turns around and has these fabulously French braided hair. But Parker doesn’t strike me as the type that would take time with her hair in the morning.
But! But! As the fandom has previously established, Eliot is. So can you imagine Parker sitting herself down in the floor in front of Eliot, and him doing her hair in more and more intricate styles? Cause I can. And now I want to draw fanart of that.
-”Hi, I’m Beth Riesgraf.” -”Charles you’re on the wrong show.” -*Intern finds Beth and Aldis secretly hiding behind some shit* Aldis: Get out of here, what the shit? Privacy. -*Intern finds Beth, Aldis, and Christian all hiding in various states of undress.* Aldis: GET OUT OF HERE, WHAT THE SHIT! PRIVACY -Literally like, they all know about the Ot3 and they love it. -Beth: *in the middle of a crowded mall* SHIT. Oh SHIT. I’m sorry to all the parents and children. *Hiding her face in shame.* -”IM ARRESTING MYSELF.” -”What are we going to do, Nate?” “We’re going to convince him that you’re a lying greedy bitch.” -Gina hitting Tim a lot. -Gina cleaning a table with money she’s holding in between her toes. -Gina sneezing. -”It’s a dick in a box.” -”Why yes my- my- my- my-” -”Oh fucky ducky.” -”You’ve spent a disproportional amount of your life in air ducts.” “I’m sorry.” -”Mr. Travers I am Agent…………….” -Client: Isn’t…What you guys do help people when no one else will? Tim: No. -BETH FALLING IN THE GRAVEYARD -”You callin me a liar? Cause I’ll get on this fuckin plane and leave right now.” -”There’s a subdivision of other buildins up above. You’re gonna- I’m gonna- You’re lookin at another take from me cause I just fucked up.” -(Blooper from the WWII episode.) Beth: Oh, Charlie. Aldis: Sup boo how you livin? -The entire cast fixing their hair in the camera at some point. -Chair spinning. -Aldis: We looked everywhere, but the f-farm- p- p- fuck.” -Dancing. -The team skipping out of a cloud of smoke while holding hands
Request: Hey, could you do a imagine of (tom holland) Peter having a study date with the reader and things get a little frisky😏
A/N: Happy New Year!!! Hope this 2017 brings you great things and you are happier than the year before!!! :)
‘’All of this studying is driving me mad’’ you said as you got up from Peter’s bed. ‘’I’m going to get some food. Do you want anything?’’ He looked briefly at you and furrowed his brows, thinking for a second. ‘’Some chips, please.’’ You nodded and walked to his kitchen, bobbing your head to a random song stuck in your head. ‘’Do you mind if I take off my shirt? I’m kind of melting’’ Peter’s voice called from his room. ‘’Yeah, whatever’’ you told him. ‘’It’s your house, after all.’’ Coming back to his room with your hands full of food, trying not to drop anything, you opened his door with your foot. ‘’A little help?’’ you asked. He chuckled and got up, taking some of the stuff from your hands. When you finally looked at him, you let out an strangled sound. ‘’Since when are you hot?’’ you said without thinking. You blushed and tried to cover it up, embarrassed. ‘’I mean, since when do you have muscles?’’ Peter blushed and looked at you, scratching the back of his neck. ‘’The spider’’ he said and quickly turned around, sitting on his bed to continue studying. You observed him and nodded your head, sitting next to him and grabbing your books, but not concentrating. You looked at his lips, something you had done multiple times before without him realising. You then looked at his ruffled hair and pink cheeks, admiring the way he looked handsome without putting any effort. In a moment of bravery, you took his face in your hands and turned it so he was looking at you. Before he could ask what was going on, you kissed him, eyes closed, waiting for him to return the kiss. It took him a few moments, but he finally put his hands on your hips, his tongue finding its way between your lips. You threw your books across the room so you would have space on the bed and lay there, running your hands over his abs. He groaned and then moved his lips to your neck, leaving soft kisses and a few hickies. You messed with his hair as you moaned, enjoying the feeling his lips gave you. His lips kissed yours again and you wrapped your legs around his hips, making him groan once more. When he finally pulled apart, he rested his forehead against yours, his lips touching yours as he spoke. ‘’This is definitely better than chips’’ he said, a soft smirk on his lips, shocking you for a second before you two bursted out laughing.
Request: Okay! Honestly, your imagines are awesome!! They have got everything in them, humor, fluff, making out!! They are amazing!! Are requests open? If they are, can you write an imagine where Y/N is Hawkeye’s daughter, and she is dating Peter, so he decides to give her the safe sex talk and she’s like ‘I’m not a virgin’ and he flips out! And could Peter and the Avengers be there? Thank you so much!! :) :) ❤️❤️ by @allkindofimaginesmultifandoms
A/N: Hey everyone! I’m so sorry at the lack of imagines up lately -I’m just studying really hard and I have literally no time to write. I am going to try and upload thrice a week, but please bear with me if I’m too busy and I can’t. Thank you for understanding x
You sat on a stool at the Avengers Tower’s kitchen, looking at your nails while listening to your father, who was lecturing you after finding you and Peter heavily making out there. ‘’You hid it from me!’’ he screamed. ‘’How could you? I bet your mother is going to be so mad. You are going to be grounded for this, young lady.’’ That made you look at him, a confused look in your face. You looked at Peter, standing at the other end of the kitchen next to the rest of the Avengers, who had gone into the kitchen when they heard all the shouting. ‘’What for? Having a boyfriend and not telling you so you wouldn’t ground me?’’ you told your father, mad. ‘’That’s why I didn’t do it! I’m old enough to choose who I want to go out with. You adored Peter until twenty minutes ago!’’ Peter awkwardly scratched his neck, trying to leave the kitchen but not being able to, the rest of the team blocking the door as they saw you and your father argue. ‘’Clint…’’ Natasha started softly. ‘’Maybe she is right. She is seventeen. I think she is mature enough to know what to do and who to date.’’ Clint glared at Natasha, mad that she was taking your side in the argument. ‘’I bet you are going to get pregnant. If you ever come home with a child, I swear to God… I am so mad about this, but I know you are going to keep seeing him,’’ he told you, earning a nod from you and making Peter blush ‘’so I’m just gonna give you the safe sex talk in front of everyone to make you uncomfortable in revenge.’’ You blushed and shook your head, already knowing that wasn’t gonna end well. ‘’Dad…’’ you said slowly, trying to get him to stop. ‘’First of all,’’ he started ‘’you should go to the gynecologist with your mother so he can give you whatever pills you women use…’’ ‘’Dad….’’ you said again, a little bit louder this time. ‘’And never, ever, let Peter do anything without a-‘’ ‘’I’m not a virgin’’ you told him quickly, making him shut up and open his eyes. He looked like a fish out of the water, not knowing what to say. You looked at the rest of the team slowly, your cheeks bright red, and you found them chuckling and laughing, Tony’s hand patting Peter’s shoulder as Peter stood there with his cheeks burning. ‘’You…’’ your father started, looking at you. ‘’You…’’ he said again, looking at Peter this time. ‘’It was not with Peter, before you try to kill him’’ you told him, chuckling a bit. ‘’I go to high school. I know more people than the Avengers.’’ Clint looked back at you, trying to decide what to say. ‘’I’m so gonna tell your mother’’ he told you. ‘’She already knows’’ you said, laughing a little. ‘’And we went to the gynecologist. And I’m taking pills. She just decided not to tell you.’’ Your father opened his mouth, a confused look on his face, and he turned to the door. ‘’I can’t believe this is happening to me’’ he said softly as he left the kitchen, the team letting him go. They started to leave one by one, winking or laughing at you, making you blush. When they were all gone, Peter approached you, a shy smile on his lips, his hand on his neck. ‘’How about we finish what we started?’’ he asked you softly, making you laugh before kissing him.
[caption: eight gifs from the stork job from leverage. eliot, with an ice pack held to his face, asks, “how do we even know this kid is an orphan?” parker replies, “see him pocketing those cookies? he’s hoarding food. that bag on the table, he keeps his essentials light and portable. he knows he’s going to be taken away at any moment. and there, when she goes to touch him, he flinches. he’s expecting for her to… trust me. he’s an orphan.]
Request: First of all, I LOVE your writing!!! Also, I was wondering if you could do an imagine with Tom Holland and an artist reader, and he’s totally head over heels for her (secretly) and thinks she’s talented, but she has her head in the clouds and is so busy daydreaming/drawing that she’s oblivious to his attempts to flirt/impress her. Finally, Tom becomes so frustrated that he blurts that he’s been in love with her for 217387312 years. Lots of fluff, please:) Also Haz teasing him??? haha. Thanks:)
Raising your eyes from your notebook, you look at Tom, who is sitting in front of you at the diner booth. ‘’I should probably stop doodling’’ you say, putting your notebook and pen in your bag. ‘’I’m sorry.’’ You look back at him to find him staring at you, no words leaving his mouth. ‘’Are you okay?’’ you ask. ‘’Is there anything on my face?’’ Tom quickly shakes his head and smiles softly. ‘’No, no! Nothing’s on your face! Your face-your face’s perfect’’ he says before blushing. You smile at him and turn around in your seat, looking at Harrison, who is ordering your food. ‘’Would you… Would you want to, I don’t know, have coffee together this afternoon?’’ Tom asks, blushing. You don’t realize his blush and nod your head, happy. ‘’Yeah, of course! Is Haz coming?’’ you ask. His face changes, although you don’t realize. ‘’Uhm, no. He has things to do’’ he softly answers. You nod your head again and look at your hands, full of doodles. As you start bobbing your head to a new melody you have just thought of, Harrison approaches you with his hands full of food. ‘’Hey, guys’’ he tells you, sitting next to Tom. He looks questioningly at Tom and Tom simply shrugs his shoulders -he doesn’t know if Harrison’s idea of Tom inviting you to coffee has really worked. When they realise that you haven’t spoken a word in ten minutes, they start to worry, until you look at them suddenly with an excited look in your eyes. ‘’I just came up with an amazing idea for a song lyric!’’ you whisper-shout. They both laugh, Tom looking at you tenderly and with an adoring look in your eyes. ‘’If you don’t close your mouth, you are gonna catch flies’’ Harrison tells him as he sees Tom staring at you with his mouth open. Tom blushes and nudges his friend, his eyes not leaving your figure as you look for your songwriting notebook all around your bag. When you finally find it, you look back at Tom, feeling his eyes on you. ‘’Is everything alright?’’ you ask, concerned. ‘’Yeah, yeah’’ he tells you, shaking his head softly. ‘’You just look really pretty today.’’ You blush and laugh, hearing Harrison chuckle next to Tom. Quickly scribbling the lyrics down on your notebook, you look at the table and find it almost empty. ‘’Shall we leave already?’’ you ask. The boys nod and walk to the door next to you, Tom’s arm brushing against yours, his cheeks red. ‘’I’m going to pick up the car and I’ll pick you guys up here’’ Harrison says, and he is gone before you can even tell him that you don’t mind walking. ‘’What are the song lyrics you thought of?’’ Tom asks you softly. You shake your head blushing a little. ‘’I’ll tell you when the song is done. I don’t feel like they make a lot of sense on their own.’’ ‘’I’m sure the song will be great. You are amazing’’ Tom tells you, still blushing. You laugh and hold his hand, trying not to blush yourself. Tom starts leaning in, although you don’t realise and turn around to look at a bird when his lips are extremely close to yours. He groans, frustrated, and removes his hand from yours to tug at his hair. ‘’Goddammit, [Y/N]’’ he whispers. You turn around again to look at him, your brows furrowed. ‘’You are so goddamn oblivious. I’ve been trying to tell you I like you for months and how desperately in love I am with you and you don’t even realise my pathetic attempts at flirting.’’ You open your mouth and your eyes, processing what he has just told you. ‘’You like me?’’ you ask him. He nods and closes his eyes, ready to feel the rejection. ‘’I’m sorry I didn’t realise, but you know how I am. I always have my head in the clouds’’ you admit. ‘’I like you, too, you know. I told Harrison last month. I’m surprised he didn’t tell you’’ you say with a chuckle. ‘’Are you serious? You like me?’’ he asks, removing his hands from his face and smiling like a kid. ‘’Wait,’’ he says, furrowing his brows, ‘’Harrison knew? I’m going to murder him’’ he whispers. You laugh and shake your head, grabbing his hand. ‘’Come here’’ you tell him before pulling him close to you, your lips finally collapsing against his. After what felt like a second, Harrison’s voice came ringing through the street. ‘’It was time! I was tired of being surrounded by stupid people!’’ he shouts from the car window, raising his thumbs at you.