Featuring:Tom was home again. After filming for months, he was finally finished with Cherry. Tom and Harry flew back home, finally reuniting with their family. Ever since Tom found out that Harrison had hypnotised Harry, Tom had been determined to find out how to do it as well, so he could regain control of his brother and finally get payback. But it was a long process. Every day Tom and Harry were giving it a shot, hoping to finally put Harry under. The only reason Harry was playing along was because being controlled like that by Harrison was such a turn on for him. One day though, when the parents were out of town, Sam was just doing the laundry. He had picked up his washing basket and was just carrying it towards the washing machine. He was wearing a casual blue top and a pair of jeans and was barefooted. Sam was just about to pass Tom’s bedroom, when he heard voices.
“Just relax. Focus.” Tom was saying. Curious, Sam peeked through the crack of the door. He saw Tom sitting on his desk chair, opposite Harry who was sitting on the edge of his bed. Tom was wearing a tight grey shirt that was desperately trying to contain his chest and a pair of black sweatpants. Then Harry was just wearing a forest green top and a pair of grey shorts. “Tom, I don’t think just your finger will work. Harrison was using a tie.” Harry said as Tom had been moving his finger back and forth. “Okay, okay, let’s see…” Tom muttered, getting up and going over to his desk. Sam wasn’t really sure what they were doing, but instead of questioning them, he decided to just put the laundry basket down and watch. Tom was looking through his drawers in his desk before finally, he found something. “Perfect.” He smirked, pulling out the dog tags he was able to keep from the set of Cherry. “That’s hot.” Harry admitted as Tom sat back down. Sam frowned in surprise. Was that a flirt? “Let’s try this again.” Tom smiled. He dangled the dog tags from his finger, making them sway from side to side like a pendulum. “Now just focus. Focus on the dog tags.” Tom told his brother in a low, soothing voice. Sam found himself focusing on them too, staring intently at them. “Let my words wash over you. You’re safe. Everything here is calm and peaceful. Let yourself sink into my words as you relax deeply.” Tom continued. Both Harry and Sam found themselves becoming more and more relaxed, hanging onto every word Tom uttered. “Your eyes may feel heavy and want to close. Listen to your body and my voice as you begin to feel calm.” Tom said. The twins’ eyelids were drooping as they fell more and more under Tom’s control. “Give your mind to me. When I say… ‘HypnoTwinned’, you will be under my control.” Tom said with a little proud smirk. “Now, when I say ‘Cherry’, you will be snapped out of your trance.” Tom finished, before putting his dog tags around his neck. “Cherry.” And just like that, both twins’ looked up. They seemed back to normal, though maybe a bit confused. “Whoa… Did it work?” Harry asked, rubbing his eyes as Sam did the same on the other side of the door. Sam was so confused. What the hell were his brothers doing? And how did that affect him? “I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?” Tom smirked. “I felt pretty out of it.” Harry admitted. “What’s the trigger word?” “You realise if I say it and it worked, you’ll be my well-trained pet brother?” Tom reminded him. “Why do you think I asked?” Harry said, flirtatiously. Sam couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Were his brothers-? “Hypnotwinned.” Tom said and like someone had flipped a switch, Sam’s thoughts stopped. Both twins went into a dazed state. Their eyes were half lidded and they both awaited commands.
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It was a sunny, English day. The green grass of the golf course was glowing in the warm sun as a breeze blew by every few minutes. There was a huge event where lots and lots of celebrities were coming together for a golfing event, specifically Tom Holland and his brother Harry. They had both been swinging and swinging, sending the golf balls flying through the air towards the holes. But, a few hours in, all the players took a break, between holes. Tom and Harry were chatting in the shade of the trees, each wearing white polo shirts and black trousers. Tom was just wearing a cap, while Harry’s curls had been set free. They had both gotten increasingly sweaty, thankful for the breezes that came.
“Had enough water?” Tom asked Harry. “Yeah, I'm good. Like I'm thirsty, but for something else.” Harry said with a little smirk. “Oh really?” Tom smirked back, knowingly. “Yeah, I mean… Can you blame me? Your ripped body wrapped in that tight polo, I can see every muscle.” Harry whined, openly grabbing his crotch. “Why do you think I buy a sizes slightly too small for me?” Tom scoffed. “To turn me on?” “Obviously.” Tom chuckled. “Or Haz… Or Sam.” “Aha, well it's clearly working.” Harry laughed, before his eyes scanned the area. “Hey, c’mon, let's get into the bushes.” “Harry. We’re at a golfing event. With big stars and photographers. You really think it's worth risking being caught?” Tom pointed out. Harry took a moment to think about it. “Yeah.” He simply answered. “Yeah, you’re right, c’mon.” Tom scoffed, taking Harry’s hand and dragging him into the woods that were around the golf course’s perimeter. Featuring:The flight back wasn't too different than the flight over, except the rest of the family has gotten involved... “Where’s my fucking toothbrush?” I yelled as I was looking through the bathroom’s cabinets. Today we were going home after the most amazing, wonderful, sexiest holiday of my life. It almost felt like I had been reborn, with a new lease on life.
“I got it, I got it, Oliver. I already packed it in our wash bag.” Tom told me, coming into the bathroom. He was wearing a pink t-shirt and a pair of white short shorts. “Oh, thanks.” I smiled, giving him a sweet kiss. “Mm, my pleasure.” Tom winked, before we came out of the bathroom. “You can thank me in more ways than just words though.” He smirked, running a hand down my back before squeezing my ass. “Nope, not right now. We gotta leave in like 10 minutes!” Dad told us, coming over with his suitcase. He was wearing a grey tank top that showed off his powerful arms and a pair of black shorts. “Fiiiiine.” Tom pouted. I hurried back to my bedroom, which I had slept in with Ross last night, who was there zipping up his own suitcase. He was wearing a white tank top and a pair of mid length, blue shorts. “Looking forward to the flight?” Ross smirked, reminding me of our last one. “Fuck yeah.” Featuring:Whilst desperately looking for a cure to his Palladium poisoning, Tony discovers an old tape of his father talking dirty to the camera... Tony was in his workshop, wearing a simple black top and a pair of black sweatpants. He was sitting in a recliner seat, scouring through his Dad’s books and files looking for a solution to his arc reactor poisoning him. The workshop was dark for the reels being projected into a screen. It was his father’s old promotional videos for the Stark expo, mostly bloopers and outtakes as he tried to stay focused long enough to say his lines. He was much younger than Tony ever saw him - probably younger than he was now. He had short black hair and a moustache. He wore a white button down shirt, suspenders and a pair of grey pants. Tony was barely paying attention though, just continuing to go through pages and pages of irrelevant information. But when Tony heard a moan, his attention quickly returned to the screen.
It’s early in the morning. You had just woken up to the sound of kids playing outside your campervan. You’re here at a family gathering, at a campsite with your close and extended family. You yawn as you get up - the rest of your family members in the campervan were either still asleep or simply weren't getting out of bed. You quietly get dressed and leave the campervan, feeling the warm sun bathe you in it’s light. You see various different family members you barely even recognise as you take a walk around the large campsite. Kids are either playing football or spraying each other with water guns, meanwhile you’re wondering how they already have so much energy as you drag your feet across the grass. There’s a cool, early morning breeze as the trees sway around the perimeter. Your family members were all camping in either RV’s or large tents dotted around the large plain of grass. You were just walking on the opposite side of the campsite from your own campervan.
“Hey.” A voice says, snapping you out of your thoughts. You look over to see your older cousin, Gavin. He was shirtless, wearing a pair of sunglasses and blue shorts. He was sitting in his own little campervan, drinking a coffee in the driver’s seat, with the door open. “Oh hey.” You smile as he slips out of the van and shutting the door behind him. It's hard not to drool as you watch his ripped body approaching you. He has an amazing, kinda hairy chest with a necklace bouncing off of it and a set of defined, mouth watering abs. “I haven't had a chance to talk to you yet. There’s so many of us, it's hard to keep track.” Gavin chuckled. “You wanna drink?” He asked, casually scratching the back of his head. You could swear he was purposely showing off his hairy pit and flexing his bicep. “Sure.” You nod, wanting to see where this goes. “Atta boy.” Gavin winks behind the red tinted shades before opening up the side door of his van. Inside, the floor was basically a large bed, with a countertop next to it with a coffee machine on it, and an inbuilt mini fridge. “Wow. This is cool.” You smile as he places the coffee on his countertop before going to make a second one. “I know right? Feel free to come in and chill.” Gavin says, gesturing towards the bed. Your cock can't help but twitch as you join him in the van. |
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