yara

i write stuff about some superheroes, it's whatever lmao, i take requests too 

[mexicanboy-deactivated20200810]

If Harry styles can brainwash millions of women into thinking he’s attractive then there’s hope for anyone💞

[hwrdak]

[thepeterfuckinparker]

[bevioletskies]

fashion of the mcu | spider-man: homecoming ↳ peter parker + homecoming suit

“Gotta go. I’m - I’m sorry. You don’t deserve this.”

[delmars-archived]

bonus: 

[chronicowboy]

back in black by ac/dc from ironman: *plays*

peter: i love led zeppelin

tony:

[ackermancurse]

DO NOT SPOIL SPIDERMAN FAR FROM HOME!!!

please make sure you wait a reasonable time (1-2 weeks in my opinion) to post pictures, videos, theories, writing, etc.

there are plenty of people who can’t see the movie opening day so please be courteous of those individuals.

spoilers aren’t fun at all, especially if it’s a movie you have been waiting really long to watch.

[thepeterfuckinparker]

miss. thompson pt.2 — peter parker smut

Summary: After the heated exchange at school, Peter goes to Flash’s party to see you and things get hot and heavy.

Notes: CHARACTERS ARE 18++ and im still trying to get the hang of tumblr :( i think i tagged pt 1 properly so get check it out :)) it was a hit so i wanted to make another part, maybe there will be more ;) let me know! SEND REQUESTS!

Warnings: smut!!!

pt. 1

You sighed in boredom as the front door closed, instantly rising off of the large couch and trudging towards the kitchen. Flash could be heard on the phone while you poured yourself a glass of lemonade, climbing onto kitchen island and scrolling through your phone. All at once, your phone was flooded with texts. You furrowed your eyebrows, pressing on each one as you sipped your lemonade.

‘What should I wear?’

‘Yo! Is there alcohol?’

‘Byob?’

‘Send me the addy, I didn’t ss it.’

‘Is there gonna be food?!?!?!!!!’

You heard Flash enter the kitchen, his fingers tapping away at his phone’s keyboard. You glared at him, crossing your arms immediately. “Eugene, do you have something to tell me?” You said harshly. Your step-brother ignored your tone, rummaging through the fridge and pulling out a box of beer. Your eyes widened, instantly chucking the empty carton of lemonade at Flash. He yelled in annoyance, throwing it back to you. “Are you throwing a party?” You ask.

“What’s it to you? You’re not invited.” Flash spat back, pushing your shoulder to get off of the island. You did, watching him spread out bottles of alcohol and bags of chips onto the marble counter.

“It’s my house too.” You snapped, “Mom and dad are out for literally two days and this is what you do?” You watched him continue to walk past you and set up red solo cups. “Hello!” You exclaimed. Brothers could be dicks, many were gifted with sweet ones but you had been burdened with Flash. He wasn’t a complete pain, he always had your back and was very protective of you but he was also incredibly insensitive. You grew used to it, learning it was better than being an only child sometimes.

“Invite your dumb friends! I don’t care. Hot girls only.” Flash rolled his eyes, ignoring your stomps as you fled to your bedroom. You slammed the door closed dramatically, squealing in excitement after a few minutes and desperately searching your closet for what to wear. Your step-brother was known for having notorious parties, you hadn’t attended one in a while and had to admit you were eager to dance and drink a bit. You settled on a tight red dress, one that was casual yet party-ish. Flash wasn’t a big fan, but he had already downed a beer so he had loosened up. You texted friends while helping Flash set up the house, putting cars in garages, placing important vases into your parents bedroom. The party would commence in thirty minutes and you had finally gotten time to do your makeup. It consisted of mascara and lip gloss before fixing up your hair. You looked over at your phone as you heard the doorbell start to ring, people were arriving. You looked over at your backpack that sat by your bedroom door and thought back to a few weeks back in school. The time with Peter Parker, chemistry project gone wild, you hadn’t done much speaking to him since. You bit your lip as a thought crossed your mind, you grabbed your phone and instantly shot a text to Betty Brant. You both weren’t exactly friends, she was well-known, you were well-known. In a matter of minutes, you had gotten exactly what you wanted. Peter Parker’s phone number. You sent him the obnoxious party flyer that Flash had made on an app, insisting he should come. Peter hadn’t replied which made you a little upset, but you attempted to not overthink and join the party.

You grinned at the set-up, Flash had brought out speakers and was already blasting music. It wasn’t too shitty, you made some requests and helped him tweak his ‘DJ Flash’ persona, he was getting better. There were even flashing lights, people already crowding the house with red solo cups in hands. You found yourself a beer, popping it open and taking soft sip; you were to be the chaperone. You danced with friends, watched people jump into your backyard pool, you made sure the neighbors weren’t being too bothered. You kept yourself busy, one beer turning into three - enough to keep you buzzed yet alert. An hour into the party, you locked yourself away in your bedroom. You simply wanted a time-out, to scroll through your phone and lay down. Swiping out of Instagram, you found yourself searching for Peter Parker’s response only to find that he still hadn’t replied. ‘READ AT 9:32 PM.’ You sighed out in annoyance. The other day at school must’ve meant nothing, maybe you hadn’t made yourself clear, maybe he simply thought it was a one time thing and you clearly weren’t interested. But you were, you wanted to see him again. It wasn’t just the light amount of alcohol in your system, you were still sober. You liked Peter, a lot — and you liked him sexually too, he probably didn’t feel the same way. That had to be it. You were buried into your pillows, still scrolling through your phone before your bedroom door opened. The music that had been blasting downstairs seeped through, instantly causing you to groan.

“This room’s off limits. Find somewhere else to fuck.” You turned over and instantly sat up at the sight of Peter Parker, you fixed your hair, pulled down your dress. “Oh - hey!” You smiled.

“H-Hey, can I come in?” Peter asked softly, your smile grew wider as you nodded. He shut the door behind him, awkwardly walking and standing in front of your bed. “I heard about the party, a-and saw your text so I figured I’d swing by.” His eyes widened, “Not swing by! That’s crazy. I mean - my aunt dropped Ned and I off.” He cleared his throat.

You laughed at him, a rose tint covering his cheeks in embarrassment. “I understand.” You bit your lip, you noticed he hadn’t moved, anxiety in both of your systems. You crawled towards the end of the bed, waving Peter to sit by you. Your legs hung over the end, hands placed on your thighs as he took his seat. “Peter, about the other day - “ You noticed disappointment flash over his eyes, “I really liked it.” He instantly lit up, eyebrows raising. “I don’t know what came over me, that’s not usually how people tell their crushes they like them but - “

“I’m your crush?” Peter blurted out, his lips parted in shock. You twisted your lips and nodded, “You like me?” You nodded again, instantly feeling the urge to just run to your closet and hide, but you pushed forward and rested your hand on his thigh.

It was silent, it was making you nervous. Was Peter thinking about what to say? Obviously because he wasn’t into you. You mentally scoffed at yourself, you were you, of course he was into you! You smirked, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him into a kiss. Peter’s hands flew to your waist, feeling you crawl onto him and hover over. Your hands rested on his shoulders, knees buried into the bed as you sat on his lap. Your kiss deepened, his tongue easily playing with yours. He bit down on your bottom lip softly causing you to moan quietly. Just from the make-out session, from his hands running up and down your waist and back, you were soaking wet.

Peter stood to his feet, your legs wrapped around his waist as he kissed down your neck. Your eyes fluttered closed, soft whimpers leaving your plump pink lips. The wall was pressed against your back, your arms wrapped around his neck as he kissed down your collarbones towards the valley of your breasts. Your breathing was heavy, you took it upon yourself to pull up the bottom of your dress and pull down the top of your breasts. He admired your chest, pulling you up higher to take one nipple into his mouth. You groaned, arching your back as his warm wet mouth engulfed the sensitive bud. Peter set you down, your hands instantly going to his pants. You unbuckled his belt, unbuttoning them and yanking his pants down with his boxers. His length hit your stomach causing you to bite down on your bottom lip, eager to have his cock fill you up. You slid down the wall, your tongue taking a bold stripe up his shift. He gasped from above you, his hands instantly balling into tight fists. Peter hadn’t done anything like this before, the closest he had gotten with a girl was kissing; a bit of ass-grabbing. You, on the other hand, were somewhat experienced; but still a virgin. You intended on keeping it that way, despite your dripping pussy begging you to consider otherwise.

“Fuck, Y/N.” Peter stammered out, his hands unsure of where to go. You took his hard dick into your mouth, taking your hands into his and leading them to hold up your hair. He bit down his lip as he looked down at you, your pretty lips wrapped around his cock. It was a sight he surely would never forget. Your eyes locked onto his face, watching his face twist in pleasure as you looked up at him innocently. Your tongue focused on the tip of his length, swirling around it and hollowing your cheeks. You used one hand to jerk what you couldn’t take, his hips bucking. You gagged on his thick cock, stopping for air and wiping your lips. Peter instantly apologized, embarrassed for getting carried away. You giggled in response, kitten-licking his tip after reassuring him that all was well. You sucked softly, your spit dribbling down his shaft and down your chin. Peter’s eyebrows furrowed, his fingers gripping your hair tighter, pulling you in a bit closer. “I’m gonna come.” He whined out, Peter felt your hands trail from his cock to your wet pussy. Your fingers found your clit, rubbing it roughly while you continued to focus on helping Peter reach his climax. The eager boy began to thrust in your mouth, which you didn’t seem to mind at all. He groaned out, his eyes shutting tightly as he came into your mouth. You released him with a pop, sticking your tongue out jokingly to expose his release. Peter watched you swallow, instantly biting his lip at the sight.

“How was that?” You asked with a grin, wiping your mouth. Peter barely responded before he pulled you to your feet. You both moved to the front of your bedroom door, your hand gripping the doorknob for support. His lips found your swollen ones, his hands kneading your breasts. He peeled off your underwear with his lips still on yours. You felt him place his hands on your hips before he muttered for you to jump. You did as told, ready to wrap your legs around him only to be brought up higher. You squealed in response, his hands holding you up as you pressed your hands into the ceiling. “What are you doing?” You laughed, looking down to see him eyeing your wet pussy.

“Returning the favor.” Peter smiled at you, his hands held your hips tightly.

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss onto your swollen clit. You moaned in response, your hands still touching the ceiling. He licked it lightly before swiping his tongue up and down. A cry left your lips at the feeling, Peter soon licking back up to your clit and wrapping his lips around it. He sucked lightly, his tongue still playing with the bundle of nerves. Your hands flew from the ceiling to his soft brown curls, tugging on them in encouragement. Your eyes rolled as his tongue flattened, you took the opportunity to grind down. Your body shook above him, your fingers still tangled in his hair, you didn’t want him to stop. It was almost like you were seeing stars, the building orgasm in your core was ready to burst. His tongue was doing wonders and you didn’t know how much longer you would last. Peter held you up with one hand, you weren’t sure where the strength was coming from but you didn’t care. His other hand trailed down your thigh before his fingers made their way inside of you, a louder cry leaving your lips. It was a gentle yet quick gesture, he looked up at you, making sure you were okay. The sight he saw was gorgeous, your back arched while your lips parted, sweat glistening across your body. His cock was harder than ever, even after the mind-blowing orgasm you had given him. He felt your fingers yank at his hair harder, your hips bucking, your moans growing louder.

“I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come,” You panted, your eyes rolling as you bursted. You felt a bliss, pleasure coursing through your veins as your orgasm washed over you. You shook in his arms, his tongue and sucking becoming lighter as you relaxed in his arms. “Oh my god, Peter.” You moaned softly, a smile spread across your face as he pulled back. Peter’s big brown eyes gazed up at you, returning the smile as you caught your breath. Suddenly, the door began to open. You gasped, pushing your back further in and Peter’s hand quickly shutting it. “Um - who is it?” You shouted, mouthing at Peter to let you down.

Peter did as told, bringing you down and setting you on your two feet. You used one hand to lock the door while the other adjusted your dress. The brown haired boy beside you scrambled to dress himself, his eyes wide. You fixed your hair and wiped your mouth before shoving Peter away from the door. You unlocked it and cracked it open, sticking half of your body out. You instantly grinned at Flash who glared at you, arms crossed. “What do you want?” You asked, clearing your throat.

“I need your help, neighbors called the cops. Someone saw them. Get everyone the fuck out of here!” Flash insisted, he gestured for you to hurry up.

“Oh uh - shit! Okay.” You nodded, “Let me put on some shoes.” You held up a finger before scrambling back into your room and locking the door.

Peter stared at you, “What do I do?” He asks quietly. The music was now off, Flash was sitting at your door. You pulled on your shoes, looking around for answers. The doorknob rattled again, you quickly pushed Peter, pointing towards underneath your bed. He understood, quickly scrambling to hide himself.

You rushed back to the door, opening it before Flash stormed in. “Mom and dad!” He pointed to his phone, you shut the door behind him. Your step-brother answered the phone, a fake grin plastered on his face as he spoke. He sat on your bed, laying down as your parents checked up. You felt nerves in your stomach, you felt like throwing up. “Yeah, everything’s fine. We’re watching a movie and we’re gonna head to bed, right Y/N?” Flash looked at you.

“Oh yeah! Totally - everything’s cool here.” You answered quickly, running a shaky hand through your hair. After a few minutes, your parents hung up. “Okay, go and tell everyone to get the fuck out. I’m gonna talk to the neighbors.” Flash inspected you carefully before standing up and nodding, he headed towards the door. He stopped in his tracks, his face scrunching up in disgust as he looked at the floor. “W-What?” You asked anxiously, looking at him with wide eyes.

“I thought girls rooms are suppose to be clean.” He pointed at your discarded panties on the floor, Flash rolled his eyes before leaving.

You sighed out in relief, locking the door behind him. “You can come out,” You mumbled before watching Peter crawl out. A light-hearted laugh left your lips, he rolled his eyes at you as he walked over. Peter kissed you gently, his thumb pressed against your cheek. “Thank you for tonight.” You muttered on his lips, he pulled back and thanked you in return.

“I gotta go.” Peter reminded you, his hands on your hips. You both clearly didn’t want to be separated but he had to leave. He reached for the door before you pulled him back.

“No! Flash will see you.” You argued, Peter looked at you in confusion. “Um - “ You thought to yourself, turning and looking at the window. “It’s not a far jump.” You smiled nervously.

“Y/N,” Peter whines before sighing and trudging toward the window. He opened it, peering down and glaring at you jokingly in response.

“I’ll see you again, right?” You asked softly, tucking a hair behind your ear. You ran your hands down your dress, bouncing on your feet.

Peter nodded, a smile on his sweet face. “Yeah.” You enjoyed tonight, it wasn’t just about the touching and being with him physically. You genuinely had feelings for Peter Parker, you wanted to see him again. You wanted more than this too, but until that comes, this would be fine.

You kissed him again, hands pressed against his cheeks before you heard your door rattle again. Your eyes widened as you ushered him to jump out. Peter nodded, watching the door open and quickly jumping out of view. You whipped your head, quickly closing your window and grimacing at Flash.

“Well, are you coming?” He shouted in an annoyed tone.

“I’m coming, jeez!” You exclaimed, rushing past him.

[kpfun]

[thepeterfuckinparker]

miss. thompson — peter parker smut

Summary: Miss. Y/N Thompson is Flash’s step-sister, one of the queen bees and a popular girl around the school. One day, she’s feeling bold when Peter Parker is her chemistry partner.

Notes: ive had this idea for such a long time, but like a fanfic for it on wattpad (FOLLOW ME ON WATTPAD: @/angryfangirl) bUt im a dirty girl so i turned it into smut oops,, i GOT SOME CUTE ASS LINGERIE ON, GOT SUM DICK TODAY, THOUGHT ID UPLOAD THIS LOLOL

Warnings: very smutty, rubbing, boners, wet things, annoying flash, kinda sex-in-school!!!

pt. 2

“Miss. Thompson,” Your head shot up, meeting eyes with the irritated teacher in front of you. You smiled, laughing nervously as you raised your eyebrows. “Do you know the answer to number fifteen?”

Before you could answer, the bell rang causing you to spring up and grab your things. The class chuckled in amusement while you smirked, holding your books against your chest as you waltzed out of the classroom. There was thankfully one class period left, Chemistry Honors, you loved it. Well, not the subject specifically. You took your time walking down the hallways, greeting peers as they waved at you. It wasn’t hard to explain, you were pretty popular around the school, you could blame that on your step-brother, Flash Thompson. You were the nicer sibling, sweeter and smarter, definitely the favorite. Flash’s father would easily choose you over his son, you were just that good of a kid. Flash, on the other hand, was a known troublemaker, stuck-up rich kid, and quite the bully. You were nothing alike despite your years of growing up with each other, your parents married when you both were eight, it was a love-hate relationship between you both. Something that was a bit similar between you and Flash was reputation, you were somewhat serious about yours, never associating with the wrong people, it was a flaw of yours. You didn’t hang out with the Gaming Club, you found yourself a bit closer to Liz Allan and the cheerleading team.

“Today, we will be doing a Mole project. You will be making stuffed Moles! Get it? — Mole?” The chemistry teacher announced the moment students began to enter the room. He held up a little stuffed rodent that he had made himself.

You rolled your eyes, looking around for available seats at the working tables. Your eyes landed on Flash, instantly scoffing and shaking your head. You refused to work with him, he was already a pain in the ass at home. You continued to scan the tables before finding all the seats used up, you gasped at the sight of a free chair and table, rushing over, you jumped to seat yourself. You glared at the back of Flash’s head as he was seated in front of you, the seat beside you screeched.

“Can you not talk so obnoxiously loud?” You flicked your step-brother’s ear causing him to flip you off in return.

He began to think of a snarky remark before he focused on the person who sat beside you, “Penis Parker!” Flash laughed.

You turned your head and raised your eyebrows at Peter, he kept his head low in attempt to ignore your step-brother. You slapped the back of Flash’s head and muttered for him to be quiet. After a few seconds, you turned to Peter and smiled. “Sorry about him. He’s an ass.” The boy looked up and laughed quietly.

You bit your lip as he gazed away, paying attention to the directions being given. You couldn’t help but stare at him, Peter Parker was handsome, an old crush since middle school that died down by the beginning of junior year. He was interested in your best friend, Liz Allan, everyone was pretty sure of that, but as soon as she had moved away, his interests were unclear. You found yourself biting your pencil, your eyes still studying his face. Peter had a strong jaw, soft skin, these cute brown eyes that were either very focused or sometimes incredibly lost. You were brought back into reality when Peter looked at you, you straightened yourself up. He scooted his seat closer to you, settling the worksheet in between you both. Peter Parker was a low status at school, typically, he was someone you didn’t really associate with. It was bitchy, but that’s how it was. People would probably laugh at you if they were knew how you felt about the boy. You watched him scribble his name on the top of the paper. It was senior year now, things were different, what was the point of still trying to fit in when school was going to be over soon anyways? He passed the paper over to you, waiting for you to write your name.

‘Y/N Thompson’ You write neatly, moving your seat closer to start working. His clothed knee touched your bare thigh, he cleared his throat nervously. “Um- okay, did you want to do the stitching while I completed the work problems?” He suggested.

You raised your eyebrows in amusement, “Why do I have to do the lady work?” You passed him the sewing kit with a smirk while you grabbed the calculator. Peter’s cheeks turned a bright pink before he stammered nervously. “We’ll switch off, okay?” You started off with number one, easily figuring out equations and scribbling down the answers.

Peter sat beside you, starting to stitch the fabric to build your stuffed mole. You found yourself tearing your gaze away from the paper to look over at him. He was focused, his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth in concentration. You bit down on your lip again, taking an attempt at question number two before you moved your thigh. His knee continued to brush on your skin, your arms touching. You cleared your throat, pushing the paper closer to him before thinking of what to say.

“Um, I don’t think I get this one.” You said softly, you did understand the question, you just wanted his attention.

“Oh okay, I-I can explain it.” Peter nodded, You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Can you talk louder? I can’t hear you.” You lied, the classroom had gotten rowdy but not to the point where you couldn’t hear.

He leaned closer to you, his lips close to your ear as he began to explain the question. You moved your leg, goosebumps running across your skin as he spoke to you. Your hand slipped underneath the table, landing onto his left thigh. Peter froze, his words choking up. You stroked his leg gently with a soft smile playing on your face. He stared at you, unsure of what to say. You looked around the classroom, no one had been paying attention.

“A- W-What are you doing?” Peter asked quietly, continuing the stitching while you used your free hand to play with the pencil on the desk.

“Do you want me to stop?” You asked, all he needed to say was yes or no, you would oblige. It was bold move, completely unexpected. Peter never thought you would try something like this on him, Y/N Thompson trying to seduce Peter Parker? It had to be a cruel joke.

He was scared to respond before he gulped, “No.”

“Then I won’t.” Your whispered into his ear, your hand continuing to stroke his thigh.

Peter shuttered beside you, his hands slightly shaking as he ran the needle through the fabric. He wasn’t very good at stitching but now he was doing even worse. Your touch was making him sweat, your soft hand on him was getting him hard. You noticed, occasionally looking from the worksheet to the boy’s face to his stitching to his lap. You smirked slightly as your hand led to his hard-on, you palmed him through his pants. He let out a small gasp, whipping his head up to glance at the teacher. You looked over at Flash who hadn’t noticed anything, you don’t know how he would react. You focused back to Peter, the pants leaving his mouth were leaving you wet. You cleared your throat, opening your legs wider and slipping down your hand to your soaked panties. He glanced over, eyes widening even further, if they grew any bigger they’d probably fall out of his head.

“We always have tomorrow if you don’t finish today! We will be presenting these, they need to be unique, make them a name. They can even be based-off of your favorite character!” The teacher exclaimed, Peter flinched each time.

You watched him attempt to stitch with one hand, the other grazing up and down your thigh. He clearly hadn’t done this before. You leaned closer to him, your lips lingering along his ear. Peter inhaled sharply, as your breath hit his skin. “Touch me.” You almost moaned quietly, he did as told, nodding as you sat back and continued to watch his lap with hooded eyes. Your hand worked back to the worksheet, while your other was handling palming him through his black jeans. His fingers pushed away your panties, he instantly collected the wetness between your slits, the pad of his index finger placed on your throbbing clit. You groaned lowly at the feeling, he didn’t really need your help, he somewhat knew what he was doing. Peter Parker has never been with a girl, especially in this way - he must’ve learned from videos, it felt good so that’s what you assumed. You clutched his hard cock through his jeans, biting down your lip as he rubbed circles on your sensitive bud. You looked up, on look-out once again before you met Flash’s eyes.

“What?” You snapped, “Sorry that our mole is gonna look better than y-yours.” You stuttered during the last word as Peter’s fingers pressed down on your clit harder than before, you rubbed him quicker.

“You wish!” Flash scoffed, turning his head and paying attention to his work, nudging his partner to work faster.

You quickened your pace with the palming of his cock, resisting the urge to accidentally drop your materials and get on your knees for Peter right there. His breathing was heavy, his fingers were quicker on your clit, he was close. You could see it in the way Peter was twitching, the way he occasionally shut his eyes and shuddered in pleasure. You leaned towards him again, a smile on your sweet face. “Cum for me, Parker.” You said softly, he instantly groaned but quickly covered it up with a cough - no one noticed. You continued to palm him until he grabbed your hand, it rested there for a second until you felt a wet spot on his black jeans. Peter was lucky he had worn them. You pulled away from him, a shit-eating grin on your face. You looked over at him and admired the post-orgasm look on his face, he was red, a bit sweaty from the pleasure. With confidence, you picked up his hand and raised it to his mouth. Peter took the hint, taking the fingers he had played with you and cleaning them up. He smiled back, leaning closer to you, “You taste so good.” Peter’s comment was low, it made you squeeze your thighs together in surprise.

“See? Look at mine, fuckers!” You both tore away, looking over at Flash who set down his mole. It was a stuffed animal in what looked like a makeshift Spider-Man suit. You snorted, your step-brother was obsessed with the superhero. Peter’s eyes widened at the sight, awkwardly coughing and focusing on your own project.

“It looks fucking stupid.” You laughed, snatching the Spider-Man mole in chucking it across the room. Flash smacked your arm, immediately protesting and shouting.

“Miss. Thompson!”

[thepeterfuckinparker]

i just skim read your striking vipers au with peter and im !!!! will def reread and give detail thoughts later but it was hot omgggg

oh my god im sjaozmwlsmw literally going to cry right now,, you’re one of my faves on tumblr and you noticed me i love you sm thank uuuu :))) <333

[amber--555]

present me: *procrastinating* i can do this all day

future me: *sighs* i know

[lowkeysebastianstan]

present me: *being bitter* i can do this all day

future me: *sighs* i know

[thepeterfuckinparker]

heartbreak girl - peter parker

Summary: Your heart is left smashed into pieces and Peter Parker is there to help you.

Notes: yes i used a 5sos song, oops ?? tb tho,, this is nothing but short fluff and a bit of angst, enjoy!!!

Warnings: swearing i gUess, cheating, a lil self-conscious bits???

You picked your head up from the pillow, groaning at the sound of your bedroom door opening. Peace, quiet, and time to cry was all that you wanted; but it seemed like that was impossible. You wiped away your tears, turning to face the intruder. Peter Parker gave you a sympathetic smile, shutting the door behind him before sitting in bed with you.

“Are you okay?”

God, you hated that question. Whenever someone asked you that question, and you clearly weren’t okay, it led to more tears. You tried to muffle a yes, but a slight sob stopped you from doing so. Peter instantly frowned, quickly shushing you and pulling you into a tight embrace. The tears rushed down your face even quicker than before as you gripped his sweater, burying your hot face into his neck. He didn’t seem to mind, Peter was well-aware of what he was walking into. Rumor-has-it, your boyfriend cheated on you, multiple times, it had all just recently come to light. That rumor turned out to be true, multiple videos and text conversations suddenly surfacing. It seemed like everyone knew, especially Peter, he had called it back with Ned awhile back. He brought it up - being the good friend that he was - but you - being the idiot naive girlfriend - shot him down. Peter didn’t take much offense, knowing that your boyfriend was manipulating you to the point where Peter pretty much thought you were brainwashed. In a way, you were; but you always had your suspicions. Your boyfriend was never good to you, constantly bringing you down, being awful to you, not treating you correctly; overall, he was a piece of shit and everyone knew it, including you.

“Talk to me, Y/N.” Peter resisted the urge to cry, he hated to see you hurt. He wished he could have saved you from ever falling for such a horrible boy. “Please?” He pulled you back, petting your hair gently. Peter hated it, but he wanted nothing more than to tell you: ‘Y/N, I’m right here, when are you going to fucking realize?’ but instead he held you.

“I feel like shit, I feel so fucking stupid, Peter.” You sniffled, looking over at your bedroom floor.

Peter had noticed the torn photos and the thick letterman jacket laying across the floor. He tried not to bring it up, shaking his head and tucking your hair behind your ear. “Listen to me, you are not stupid. That asshole knew what he was doing, he knows how much you love him, and your love for him blinded you.” He sighed, his jaw slightly clenching in anger.

“What did I do wrong? Is it me? Am I not good enough?” You whispered quietly, you asking the questions to yourself, but Peter heard you with no problem. It might’ve been because he has enhanced senses, or because you suck at whispering.

“Why would you ever ask that? What the hell, Y/N?” Peter furrowed his eyebrows, his fists tightened. “God, you are amazing. You are precious, you are the smartest, you’re sweet, you’re beautiful, you’re perfect.” He grumbled, frustrated because you couldn’t see yourself the way he saw you.

“You’re just saying that because you’re my friend.” You shook your head, inhaling deeply, attempting to calm your nerves but the tears wouldn’t stop brimming your eyes.

Friend. Peter hated that word, he wanted something more, but he was too afraid to say anything. He didn’t say anything before you started to date your boyfriend, he couldn’t say anything during, and he definitely couldn’t say anything now. You were absolutely broken, your eyes swollen from crying all day at home, hair a mess but he didn’t mind, your nose was super runny but he had bought you a box of tissues on his way to your place anyways.

“I couldn’t even go to school. I don’t want to see anyone, everybody probably thinks I’m a moron. Does he even care? He didn’t even bother to text me, or acknowledge the fact that it’s out there.” You wipes your face, leaning your head on Peter’s shoulder.

Your boyfriend didn’t care, Peter knew that because he had confronted him in the school bathroom. It was Ned, Flash, Peter, and your boyfriend. Peter asked why he had done it, how he could treat someone as great as you so horribly. He didn’t care, and that’s when Peter punched him in the face. Flash even rooted for him! That’s how shitty your boyfriend was. Thankfully, Peter didn’t get caught and no one told, but he didn’t regret it at all. He didn’t know how you would react, he was a bit afraid to tell you. Would you thank him? Would you cry? Peter wasn’t gonna take the chance, choosing to simply tell you another day when you weren’t sobbing in his arms.

“Nobody thinks you’re a moron. Everyone thinks he’s the moron, Y/N.” Peter slung his arm around you, pulling you closer and pressing his nose to your head. “I know it may seem like it’s not gonna be okay, things suck right now, but it’ll get better. You’ll find someone better.” Peter muttered softly, his eyes fluttering closed as he listened to you sniffle. Peter wanted that someone to be him. He’d been head over heels in love with you since middle school, never having the guts to finally tell you. He appreciated you, was always there for you when you needed him the most, he held you when you needed holding. You were blind, oblivious, or maybe you knew and just didn’t feel the same way, he was overthinking.

“God, why can’t I find someone like you, Parker.” You pressed your cheek against his, whimpering as you held his hand.

I can take away your hurt, heartbreak girl.

[hunters-schafer]

Spider-Man: Far From Home (2019) dir. Jon Watts

[thepeterfuckinparker]

striking vipers — peter parker smut

Summary: You and Peter grew up together, always being the best of friends. Things are different, you both are in your late twenties. You haven’t seen him in a year before he finally shows up again. It started with a video game.

Notes: yes this is based off of the ‘black mirror’ episode bc i love anthony mackie, i love pom klementieff and i love black mirror so let’s go??? PLEASE ENJOY AND LEAVE ME FEEDBAcK, i was really excited to make this and i hope it doesn’t suck too much!! ITS SUPER LONG IM SORRY

Warning: +18!!! smut, swearing,, video game violence?? spanking, oral (f and m receiving),, cheating,, IT GETS HOT AND HEAVY

There’s tons of kids, parents rushing back and forth to the small table with wine and running back to keep eyes on children. They stop to greet you, the birthday wishes are endless as people pass by. You thank them, pulling on a smile. It’s your twenty eighth birthday, your husband threw you a birthday party. You were unusually out of it, not really in the mood to celebrate. Your eyes find Ned’s hand waving you over, you grinned and obliged, walking over to him. He has his arms wrapped around Betty, she’s watching a little girl intently as she plays in your backyard.

“Hey guys,” You muttered, watching Ned press a kiss onto Betty’s lips before she walks off to grab their daughter. “I swear, you guys have been engaged for years now. When are you finally going through with it?” You asked Ned, sipping the glass of wine in your hand.

“Things are expensive right now. I promised her I would make everything perfect, so I’m saving until everything is how it should be.” Ned replied, his daughter waving at him in her mother’s arms. “Well what about you? You and Flash — What? Five years now? No kids yet?”

You shook your head, looking back over to the barbecue grill and smiling at Flash as he cooked burgers. “Not yet, it just doesn’t feel right yet.” You explained briefly, “He really wants to though.”

“They change your life, Y/N. In a good way. Betty and her are the best things that ever happened to me.” You watched him look back over to the blonde woman and the little girl. He watched them in awe, almost as if they were his favorite show and he couldn’t get enough of them. You could see the adoration he had for them, he’d die for them.

“Is that MJ?” You furrowed your eyebrows as you looked over at a curly haired woman with a little boy. “Jesus, she looks different.” That wasn’t true, she still looked like the Michelle Jones you knew from high school, one of your best friends, you simply didn’t recognize her because she wasn’t with her partner-in-crime.

“Y/N!” You turned and looked at Flash, he pointed towards the inside, “Can you get that for me?” Someone had been ringing the doorbell. You nodded, excusing yourself from Ned before rushing inside.

You fixed your hair as you trudged towards the door, you had on a pair of jeans with a blouse and a pair of thick wedges, you looked at yourself in the mirror before opening the door. You brushed off your blouse, glaring at your face, you felt old, you still had years to go, but you didn’t feel young anymore. Time was flying by, you weren’t sure how to feel about it. Now was the time that you become an adult, high school and college was over, you were married, you were living in a house that you bought yourself with your husband, Flash wants kids. You ripped away from your thoughts as a soft knock sounded, you quickly cleared your throat and opened the door.

“P-Peter! Hey, oh my gosh.” You smiled and pulled the familiar face in for a tight hug. He was your best friend in high school and college, you both were attached by the hip growing up. “It’s been so long.” His arms wrapped around your waist as the hug went on, it had been exactly a year since you had seen him in the flesh, he made an appearance at your birthday party last year then never popped by again.

“I know. Happy birthday!” Peter pulled away, his smile was the same, he pushed forward a gift. “I got you something.”

You raised your eyebrows then pouted, “Peter, you didn’t have to do that.” You muttered before taking it and stepping aside. “Come in!” You said.

Peter did as told, stepping inside and admiring your house. It was sophisticated, new picture frames littering the pale blue walls. He looked over at the sliding door across the room, “Quite the turnout.” He then looked down at the baby bags, kids toys scattered across the floor. “Did you and Flash - “ Peter began as he picked up a pack of pampers.

“No!” You snatched it, chuckling, “No, um - not yet.” Your best friend noticed the uncomfortable look on your face. “MJ’s here too. I figured you guys would ride together.” You pointed over to his wife, she was holding their little boy in her arms.

“Oh, MJ and I aren’t together anymore.” Peter said lowly as you poured yourself another cup of wine. Your eyes widened, your lips parting in shock. You instantly handed him the glass, he needed it more. “Thank you. It’s okay, it’s been a year. That’s why I haven’t been around as much, I’ve been figuring things out. I’m living in Queens again, I get our son on weekends.” He had a small frown.

“I’m so sorry, Peter. Only on weekends?” You asked softly, setting down the gift.

“Yeah, but it’s okay. MJ just thinks it’s better if she gets him, you know - patrolling and all.” Peter said quietly, you nodded, understanding what he meant. There was a small pause before he sighed with a smile, “Open it!” He pushed.

“Okay, okay!” You laughed, opening up the bag and pulling out the paper. You finally reached in and grabbed a box, “Striking Vipers.” You looked up at Peter who smiled down at you, “God, this was so long ago.” The last time you had played was ten years back, before Flash and you had gotten serious. Aside from Peter, Ned, MJ, and you messing around constantly after school, this was what you and Peter did almost every school night.

“It’s a new version, updated and all, it’s virtual reality. I played the demo in the store, it was fucking amazing. I thought of you, your birthday, so I got it for you.” Peter watched you gawk at the packaging. “Happy birthday.”

“Thank you so much.” You set it back into the bag and hugged Peter. “I’m really glad you’re here.” You muttered gently. You inhaled his scent, it was comforting and made you warm. There were no feelings with Peter, he was nothing but your best friend, everything felt okay with him.

The sliding door open causing you and Peter to slowly let each other go, Flash grinned as he walked in. The two men greeted each other with a shake of the hand before Flash wrapped his arm around you. “Sweetheart, everyone’s outside, we’re about to cut the cake.” You nodded. “Come on, Parker! I’ll cut you a big slice.” Flash gestured outside.

“Oh no, I can’t, um –“ Peter looked over at you, hoping you would understand what he meant. He didn’t want to see MJ, he insisted that it was no big deal, but he couldn’t bear to see her. “I have to get going.” Peter patted Flash’s back. “It was nice seeing you guys.”

“It was nice to see you too, Pete. Thank you for the gift.” You pulled Flash to help you lead Peter out. “Please, don’t be a stranger, Pete.” You watched him open the door and smile back at you.

“I won’t be. Bye guys.” Peter waved, his eyes didn’t leave yours. He looked guilty, for having to leave, for not telling you about MJ, for being MIA a whole year, for not being a best friend.

You shut the door, smiling at Flash as he held you. He pressed his lips onto yours causing you to hum out in satisfaction, you pressed your fingers onto his jaw, pulling back. Flash and you despised each other in school, but when college rolled around, Ned and Betty were together, MJ and Peter, you and Flash was somewhat drawn to each other. He brushed his thumb on your lip, suggesting you both get back to your party. You agreed, somewhat wishing you could kick everyone out and go to bed, but you knew it couldn’t happen. The party dragged on, everyone leaving at around seven due to work and school for the kids the next day. Ned and Betty said their goodbyes, MJ giving you a tight hug, your friends left in a hurry. You were left with Flash, he was brushing his teeth while you were sprawled out on the bed you shared. He joined you, laying beside you and holding you. In no time, he was passed out asleep. You, on the other hand, were staring up at the ceiling, waiting for sleep to finally set in but it simply wouldn’t. You sighed in frustration, climbing out of bed and walking to the living room.

Your robe hugged you tightly, crawling onto the couch after turning on your TV. The light from the screen illuminated your face in the dark, you grabbed the controller and placed the game piece inside. You settled on a boring game, one that would soon drift you off to sleep, you had work in the morning. The game consisted of puzzles, you worked the buttons to solve each one, time going by slow. A chime went off, you directed your eyes to the corner of the screen.

‘Peter is online.’ You smiled, ‘Peter invited you to play Striking Vipers.’ You pressed the join icon, putting your ear piece in. After a few seconds of fumbling with the game piece, you inserted it into the controller.

“Parker. Shouldn’t you be in bed?” You slouched into the couch as the game loaded. Frames of red, yellow, and blue were displayed as the title appeared.

“Shouldn’t you?” Peter retaliated. He pressed the start button, “Early day in the office tomorrow, you sure you wanna do this?” The display was normal, nothing seemed different.

“Yes, Peter! Alright, how do I do this?” You asked. Your fingers fiddled with the box, opening it up and peering down with furrowed eyebrows at the technical device.

“Take the sticker, put it on your forehead.” Peter explained over the earpiece, chuckling at you.

“Left or right side?”

“Whichever.”

You did as told, fumbling with the sticker and finally placing it onto the right side of your forehead. You stared at the screen, waiting for something to happen.

“Now what?” You asked in a confused tone.

“Press the sync icon on your controller.” Peter said.

You followed orders, pressing a finger on the controller before you slouched into the couch. Your head tilted back, your eyes going black, Peter’s voice cut off as you were leaving consciousness. After a few seconds, you came back to, colors and lights forcing you to awaken. You gasped out in surprise, Peter doing the same with an amused laugh. Everything was vivid, you recognized the same place you and Peter always picked to play, an alleyway in Japan, neon signs bright and on every corner. You waited to pick characters, reminiscent on your favorite one years back ‘Lance’ while Peter adored ‘Roxette’ but you watched as a display appeared.

‘Self-Character Mode placed.’ You peered down at your body, it was you, but in a tightly fitted latex orange jumpsuit, it showed a good amount of cleavage to the point where Flash would freak out. You had fabric wrapped around your hands. Peter was wearing a wife beater tank top, a pair of red loose pants and a red headband on. It was realistic, almost as if he was actually in front of you, he somewhat was. You both were ten feet apart, your arms raised in a fighting stance.

“Is this gonna hurt?” You asked with a smirk, jumping back and forth excitedly.

Peter shrugged, “You can feel everything. Tell me if you feel this!” He suddenly leaped forward, kicking under your feet causing you to fall onto your back.

“Oh you asshole!” You groaned, standing back up and striking a move. You found yourself button smashing, going from punches to high kicks to combos.

“You’re button smashing, Y/N!” He protested. You laughed back, he finally got a hit in, the sensation felt real causing you to groan in pain. “Play fair, baby girl.” The pet name made you freeze slightly but you played it off easily by punching him in retaliation.

“You’re going down, Parker.”

You both kicked and punched, not hard enough to leave each other crying and not rough enough to immediately end the game. Peter was going easy on you, you had to admit you sucked at this game despite your constant attempts for years. Your hands healed if they were bruised, the small marks on Peter’s face faded as seconds went by. You pressed your buttons, hoping a specific combo you remembered back from years would still work. It did, you lurched forward and used one hand to wrap around Peter’s throat, you swiped both his legs and pushed him against the ground. You giggled above him in satisfaction, your hand loosening its grip. Before you could even blink, Peter grabbed your own throat and flipped you over, his legs straddling your hips. You huffed in annoyance, his free hand pinning your arm above your head. He smiled down at you, the both of you laughing before Peter suddenly leaned in. His lips were on yours, the kiss soft and slow. You were frozen, but a part of you cracked and you were soon kissing back. It was different, you could feel the kiss as if it were real, the butterflies in your stomach, the need for it to deepen. He pulled back slightly, your foreheads pressed against each other.

“Peter, we shouldn’t.” You thought back to Flash, he was sound asleep in your shared bed, you looked down at your arm that was dangling beside you, your wedding ring still visible.

“I know.” Peter nodded, he was panting above. You shifted underneath him, shyly lifting your hips to meet his crotch as you argued with yourself mentally. “We shouldn’t.” He agreed, there was so much at risk.

“But I want to.” You whispered, that was all Peter needed to hear before his lips met yours again. You lifted your free hand to touch his stomach, pushing up his loose shirt and quietly whining at the feel of his toned abdomen. “I need you.”

He sat you up, kissing your neck, trailing to your collarbones until he reached the top of your breasts where he left soft bruises. They disappeared after seconds, he freed you of the latex suit, zipping it down and helping you peel it off. He groaned at the sight of your naked body, whispering to you about how beautiful you looked. Peter’s hard-on was visible through the baggy red pants that you quickly yanked down, his length hitting his stomach almost immediately. There were no smirks, no snarky remarks about how vulnerable you both were, there were soft praises and moans, delicate kisses. You lurched up, grabbing his arm and throwing each other against the virtual corner store, the neon lights illuminating your bodies and faces. He was pressed against the glass while you peppered kisses down from his neck to his stomach. You fell to your knees, placing a soft kiss on the angry red tip of his cock causing him to softly groan.

“Y/N,” The sound of your name rolling off of his tongue made you damp, your pussy was glistening. You took your time, licking up his shaft and twirling your tongue around his tip. Under hooded eyes, you looked up at him, watching his face express the pleasure he was feeling. His fingers tangled into your hair as you took his length into your mouth, working your tongue as you bobbed your head. With one hand gripping onto his bare thigh, you took your free hand and led it down to your dripping heat, playing with the sensitive bud between your legs. Each moan that you let out while he was thrusting into your mouth sent him into a frenzy, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. Your clit was throbbing at your fingers, you could come at the sight of him, his whimpers were sending you over the edge. Just before you could come from below him, and just as his cock twitched in your pretty mouth, he pulled away and made you stand. The roles were flipped, the front of your body was pressed against the glass while he crouched to his knees. Peter’s hand slapped against your ass causing you to yelp out in surprise, he pressed your upper body further into the glass and forced you to arch your back. His tongue slipped to your pussy, dipping in and out of you.

“Fuck, Peter!” You cried, dragging your hand against the glass. Your sensations were set to an unbelievable level, everything felt like heaven, each swipe of his tongue was sending you into a bliss.

“C’mere, princess.” Peter whispered softly as he stood to his feet, you were shaking underneath him. He lowered himself, bringing your hips to a higher level before he slowly pushed himself inside of you. A pornographic moan left your mouth as he filled you. “You’re so tight.” He allowed you to adjust, your body pressing further into the glass. The thrusts started off slow, he hit each angle perfectly, his hands holding your breasts as he pulled you back into his body.

“Faster, Peter.” You begged, beads of sweat collecting across your body as he held you. Peter quickly obliged, his thrusts becoming fast-paced and deeper. “Fuck!” You moaned, your teeth biting down on your lip. You swore you were seeing stars from how good he was fucking you, the both of you were sensitive. Typically, you lasted a good amount of time during sex, it was hard to make you come, but in this moment; you weren’t sure how long you had left.

“Oh my god.” Peter mumbled into your neck, he was twitching deep inside of you. The two of you were bound to explode any second now, unable to go any longer from the dialed pleasure. “I’m gonna come.” He panted, you nodded in agreement.

“Come for me, Peter.” You pleaded, you were trailing right behind him. He did, filling you with his warm seed which caused you to cry out. Your legs shook, your fingers clawing at his thighs, your head fell back in defeat. The two of you stood, his cock still inside of you, fingers still playing with your hard nipples. You caught your breath, wiping away the sweat on your forehead. Peter turned you around, pressing your body against his as he pressed a soft kiss on your lips. His hands were shaking, you both were overstimulated. The kiss lingered for a few minutes before you tore away, looking up at him with a worried glance.

“Oh no,” You thought back to Flash, you made a mistake. “Oh my god, what did I do?”

Peter’s eyes widened, “No, Y/N. It’s okay!” He insisted, watching you squirm away from him.

“No, no — NO! How do I get out of here?” You looked at him. He stared at you, your hair was stuck against your sweaty face, your cheeks were soft pink, your lips swollen from his kisses. “Peter!” You shouted.

“Exit game!” He exclaimed quickly, Peter disappeared.

You stared at where he once stood, looking at the littered articles of clothing on the streets. You felt tears brimming your eyes, quickly inhaling in panic. What had you just done? You cheated, was this cheating? It wasn’t real, but it sure felt like it. Peter was your best friend. You loved what had just happened. But Flash, how could you have done this to your husband? You shook your head, gulping.

“Exit game.”

[thepeterfuckinparker]

facetiming peter parker - hc

Summary: facetiming peter parker and the cute shit that goes down.

Notes: thought these up and thought they were cute lolol (FACETIMING IS ALSO VIDEOCHATTING BC NOT EVERYONE HAS IPHONES) sorry it sucks???

Warnings: peter and y/n are 18 +, it’s a lil sexual towards the end

so u and peter facetime like every night and stay up until one in the morning

unless it’s the day before an exam, then you’re both in bed by nine

when it’s nights before exams, u both are sitting at desks and studying in silence

it’s like a good silence tho

then there’s facetime calls where may is out late, ur busy, peter’s home alone and he makes a sandwich on the phone

but like he explains how he’s making the sandwich and teaches you even tho u know how to make a sandwich, it’s like ‘the peter parker cooking show’

“then you’ll butter the bread lightly and add a pinch of paprika”

“ok pete”

you’ll do homework together on facetime, asking each other questions

“what’d u get for number seven? i got 34.5″

“uhh i got ohio as the answer”

“???”

he’ll scold u for using photomath

but u ignore him and use it anyways

then when yall get into arguments, u still facetime because if u don’t, you’ll feel guilty

you guys stay quiet and on paused, ignoring each other

then you’ll get on camera and stare at each other

“are u gonna ignore me all night pete?”

he’s playing with his web shooters instead of responding back to you

but once he hears u sniffle even a tiny bit ..

“baby im so sorry”

“you’re right, i’m wrong”

facetime calls when he’s needier than usual

he’s angling the camera in a different way, giving you a view of his face and chest

“baby stop going on pause”

“pete! i gotta text someone back, hold on”

you start to get what he’s putting down, being a little more flirty

you lose a few clothing items in the span of five minutes on facetime

he’s using extra pet names 

“princess”

“baby girl”

“angel”

you’re kind of resisting just to tease him, showing off your cute lingerie but then going off camera

peter would get frustrated, flipping the camera and showing you how hard he was

you’d bite your lip, setting your phone at an angle on your desk

then sprint to your door and lock the door

peter would too

aunt may doesn’t need to know what’s going on

“is ur door locked??”

“yup”

“you sure??”

“yes princess don’t worry, flip the camera beautiful”

[parkerpete-archive]

Happy 23rd Birthday Tom Holland! (June 1, 1996)

[thepeterfuckinparker]

reunited - tom holland

SMUT WARNING

Summary: After a few months apart and FaceTime the only way of communicating, Tom and you are reunited and it’s steamier than usual.

Notes: back at it again with the smut,, let’s try again!! sorry, it’s kind of definitely shit :)) ITS PRETTY SHORT AND BRIEF!!!! im still trying to get the hang of this, bear w me <333

Warnings: 18+ ,mild smut,, swearing, nsfw,, handjob, fingering, nothing too crazyy

Word Count: 1218

The flight was landing early in the morning, almost four, so you spent your time tidying the house and preparing for Tom’s arrival. You insisted on meeting him at the airport, you weren’t sure how much longer you could go without seeing him. You got into the car, with a special breakfast made for Tom in a bag. You focused on the road as you made your way to the airport. Despite your chill persona, inside you were freaking out about being reunited with Tom, it had been four months, no breaks in between and no seeing each other for split seconds. Sure, you had seen each other on FaceTime, sending each other selfies, but it wasn’t the same. Four months without touching or holding him, you practically forgot what his skin felt like. You pursed your lips, adjusting your hair anxiously. Tom wasn’t anyone you needed to impress ever, you never failed to leave him in awe every time he saw you, but that didn’t matter. You were still gonna try hard, ditching the pair of sweatpants you had on earlier and going for a denim skirt that was barely worn. You decided to wear a bralette, maroon lace with thick straps and soft patterns, along with a button up of his, slightly exposing what you had been wearing underneath. It was tucked into your skirt, a slightly messy but very sexy look, at least you hoped. Your thoughts took over, varying from if he had already eaten on the plane to the things you were going to do when you saw him. You were gonna hug Tom, of course, he’d be looking so good, his hair a bit grown out from the tour and he’d probably have the biggest shit-eating grin on his face. When he’s off on tour, he keeps himself busy in the gym with Harrison, he had definitely been keeping himself busy, his shirts were probably tight on him. You thought about his lips, how much you missed and craved them. You missed his touch, you needed him badly. Immediately, you pressed your thighs together, clearing your throat and ignoring the wetness that had come out of nowhere. After going through horrendous traffic, you parked, making your way towards his terminal and baggage claim area.

It felt like you were about to meet Tom Holland, well you were, but it felt like it was the first time, like you guys hadn’t been dating for years now. You primped your hair, rubbing on chapstick and bouncing from foot to foot impatiently. You were typically patient, but this time was very different. His arrival was low key, he swore not to post anything on social media, leaving the airport a bit more deserted than usual. Tom drew a crowd, it was just known. You kept looking for his familiar face, occasionally looking down at your phone to ask where he was. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as you started to type another text to him, the more time passed, the more anxious you were becoming. A suitcase rolled over your foot causing you to slightly yelp out in pain.

“For fuck sakes.” You cried, lifting your foot up and balancing yourself with the culprit’s shoulder.

“Oh, love, I’m so sorry!” You jerked your head up and smiled at the sight of Tom. “I didn’t mean to, I was just sprinting over here and my suitcase beat me to ‘ya.” He grinned, he watched you drop your foot.

You pulled him into a tight hug, he used all his strength to hug you back, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. You pulled back, taking his face into both hands and kissing him passionately. Tom hummed in response, eyebrows slightly raised and hands relaxed around your waist.

“I missed you - so much.” You said between kisses, pulling him closer. You weren’t much for PDA, but like it was said earlier, today was different.

“I missed - you - too- darling!” Tom laughed, stepping back for a breath. “You’re a tad bit hyper for it being five in the morning, Y/N.” He pressed his thumb on your bottom lip, smiling at you.

“Bathroom?” You chewed on your lip, grabbing his wrist and beginning to lead him. Tom quickly grasped his luggage and followed behind you, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “There,” You nodded over to a family restroom.

“The women’s restroom is just down there, love.” Tom pointed further down the baggage claim area, looking around carefully. He felt your grip tighten, you turned to face him, a smirk rising onto his face. “You alright, Y/N?” He asked you softly.

“I just think, we better get into this bathroom before I burst.” You inspected his look carefully. “Is that okay?” Tom pushed the hair away from your face.

“In public, love? Are you sure? I don’t mind, but it’s not very like you.” Tom chuckled, suddenly gasping as you pulled his hand to tuck underneath your skirt. “No panties?” He bit down on his lip, eyes narrowing.

“No,” You shook your head, Tom used his fingers to collect the wetness between your slits. “Bathroom?”

“Bathroom.” Tom agreed, earning giggles and smirks from you.

His hair was already messy, curls falling onto his forehead and you weren’t to blame, he was tired from the plane ride. But simply not tired enough to turn down a good time from you. Tom locked the door behind you both, tossing his luggage to sit by the door while he pulled you up to sit on the sink. He stood in between your legs, one hand working on your wet pussy and the other grasping your breast in a massaging manner. You moaned out in satisfaction, it felt nice to finally earn an orgasm from Tom himself and not your own desperate fingers.

Tom smiled, kissing down your lips to your throat, leaving soft kisses on your collarbones and on the top of your breasts. “Who let you out the house like this?” He groaned, “On full display. Everyone able to see my pretty girl.” Tom whispered softly, his fingers making soft circles on your throbbing clit.

You clawed at him for further attention, your hands trailing from his shoulders down to his belt buckle. With your teeth biting into your lip, you unbuckled his pants, dipping your hand into his grey sweatpants and pulling out his hard cock. He was hot, a bit sweaty, just as horny as you were. His eyes had nothing but lust and love, the overwhelming feelings of being reunited taking over. Tom’s fingers made their way into your entrance, easily slipping in due to how dripping you were. He whimpered softly as your hand wrapped around his cock, pulling back from him to spit down on it, the tense friction becoming more and more pleasurable. You flicked your wrist, making jerking movements as you jerked Tom off, looking at him closely. His bottom lip slightly quivered, moans still falling from your lips as you watched him.

“I missed you so much baby.” You mumbled, pressing your lips below his ear, kissing down and reaching his sweet spot. You sucked his skin gently, your hand still jerking his hard cock off, you bit down softly, you wanted to mark him. “I’m so happy you’re home.” You whispered. You moaned out, Tom kissing you harshly in a way to silence you.

“Fuck, Y/N.” Tom cursed, the hand working on getting you off, the thrusting of his thick and long fingers into you was weakening. He was close, he wouldn’t last much longer, you wouldn’t allow it.

“Come for me, Tommy.” You sighed, the nickname instantly causing Tom’s eyes to roll back. He cursed again, gripping the sink beside you and his finger slipping out to grab your thigh. Your lips connected once again as you felt him come undone, ribbons of his seed spilling out onto your hand.

“Darling,” Tom gasped out, catching his breath while you smiled and laughed. “Let’s pack it up, round two at home, yes?” You both smirked.

[thepeterfuckinparker]

tyrant - tom holland

SMUT WARNING

Summary: You’re on vacation and taking a night in the city with a group of friends, you wind up in the club where you spot an incredibly handsome man who can’t keep his eyes off of you.

Notes: hi this is my very first post and im very nervous and its probably shit but please enjoy. i’d listen to tyrant by kali uchis in the dancing scene?? uhh once again i apologize, this is my first time and im working on it lmfao

Warnings: 18+ NSFW,, lots of smut, grinding, oral male & female receiving, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap ur willy sweeties) a little bit of choking??? oNLY a little!

Word Count: 2206

You were wearing a tight red dress, the silky material clung to your skin every move you made. Typically, you would have turned into the hotel and been catching Z’s in the comfortable room you had been sharing with friends, but you were forced to go out. You didn’t protest, there were enough drinks in your system from earlier that day to loosen you up. The club was large, people spread out from booths and tables, to a crowded bar, and a packed dance floor. You were sober, deciding you weren’t going to make your next morning difficult and stick to light fruity drinks. You slid into a booth, a smile playing on your face as your friends stalked off to join the dancing crowd. You sipped the Dirty Shirley in your hand, crossing your legs and tilting your head back. You observed your surroundings, the lights in the club were deep blue, everyone had been happening to wear white. You didn’t get the memo, silently cursing your friends for not letting you know about the dress code. You set your glass down, grabbing the cherry in your drink and popping it into your mouth. You were a bit of a lightweight, the drink making you a bit more giddy, but still very aware. 

Something had caught your eyes in the ten minutes of you sitting and swaying to the music. A man in a tight black shirt, jeans that seemed to fit him in all the right places, his eyes were narrowed as he stared at you. He was familiar but you couldn’t put your finger on it. You smirked, taking another cherry into your mouth and sucking it off of its stem as seductively as you could, hoping you didn’t look stupid. His teeth found his bottom lip, head slightly nodding in attempt to get you to come over. You stood up to your feet, walking away from your booth and towards the handsome man. He offered his hand, lowering to talk into your ear.

“You seemed lonely, love. Care to dance?” The accent that fell from his lips surprised you, the same smirk crawling onto your face. You nodded, leading him into the crowd. His hand rested on the small of your back politely, he reached to grab your hands but stopped when he felt your hands lead to your hips. “Oh.” He spoke lowly, enough for you not to hear the gasp that he let out.

You smiled, your hips winding behind him, his hands gripped onto you tightly. You pressed your behind closer to his front, arching your back to lean back further onto him. His hands wandered as you continued to move, they adjusted from the top of your thighs, one handing pushing your lower back and the other grabbing your hip, before they rested just underneath your breasts. The man was undeniably turned on, the hard on pressing behind you proved it. You turned to face him, resting your hands on his chest while his lingered on your back. You weren’t sure what had taken over, you weren’t one to kiss a stranger, but you did. He kissed you back roughly, his lips tasted like cherry chapstick which you appreciated very much. You gripped his neck, smiling into the kiss before pulling back and inspecting him carefully.

“Do you have anywhere to be?” You said over the music, your hips still moving to the music. He shook his head frantically, earning a smirk from you. “What’s your name? I’m Y/N.” You pressed another kiss onto him, grabbing his hand gently.

“Tom.” He replied, his eyes were glossed with lust. You smiled.

“Want to get out of here, Tom?” You whispered into his ear, trailing off to press your lips below his ear, peppering kisses down his neck. You heard a small groan leave him, he nodded, grabbing you softly and leading you out of the club.

The two of you struggled into a car, the driver seemed to know Tom when you both climbed in. “Where to, Mr. Holland?” He was a personal driver. 

“Please, Anthony, don’t get offend but - “ Tom began nervously while you blushed.

“I’ll take a hike. Have fun, Mr. Holland.” The driver smirked. Tom didn’t hesitate to respond, pulling up the partition and pulling you into him closely.

You straddled Tom’s lap, pressing your hands against his chest as you grind your lower half against his hips. A moan left your lips, the thin pair of lace underwear you were wearing were drenched. Tom could feel it, his hands moved up your skintight dress and revealed your lower half. He helped you take off the underwear, while you pulled off his shirt, almost groaning at the sight of his body. Tom was well-built, strong arms and a chest and stomach you were melting for. His hand found your unclothed pussy, a soft whimper emerging from you as he rubbed soft circles to your clit. Tom smirked, he pulled down your dress with his free hand and pulled your chest towards him. He brought a nipple into his mouth, teasing it slowly while he ran his fingers down your slits, finally sliding one finger inside of you.

“Tom, fuck.” You let out a gasp, one hand resting on your thigh and the other played with his hair.

“How’s that feel, angel?” His names were making you smile, your body shook as he stuck another finger in, “Tell me, darling.”

“So good, baby.” He smirked at your response, your foreheads pressed together as he continued to use his fingers to thrust into you.

Just as the knot in your stomach was beginning to prepare to burst, he pulled out causing you to pout. He led you to take his place in his seat, crouching down so he was face to face with your wet pussy. He groaned at the sight, lifting your hips and holding you up in order to get you at a better angle. Your legs slung over his shoulders, you were twitching at the feeling of him blowing air onto your heat. His tongue finally made a long stripe against your pussy lips, pausing at your clit. He wrapped his lips against it, sucking it gently while his fingers made their way inside of you. You gasped gently, gripping the leather seats on either side of you. He curved his fingers upwards, making perfect strokes onto your g-spot.

“Jesus, Tom. I’m gonna come if you keep on doing that.” You whined, grinding your pussy closer to his face. The pleasure was washing over you, his arm holding you up and tightening each time you squirmed in satisfaction. His tongue played with your clit, his sucking occasionally growing harsher. You bit down on your lip, looking down as he focused further on the thrusting of his fingers, the strokes of his tongue were lighter and the thrusts heavier. You inhaled sharply, grabbing a handful of his hair and gently handling it as the coil in your stomach began to burst. You cried out in pleasure, arching your back and squirmed further, Tom finally slowing down and giving you a break.

“You look beautiful like this, angel.” Tom smirked, he peered up at you and crawled back to face you. The two of you pressed lips, allowing yourself to taste the sweetness on his tongue and lips. He took it upon himself to clean his fingers with a quick swipe of the tongue, Tom unbuckling his pants while you continued to press kisses onto his lips and down his neck.

“C’mon,” You breathed out, pushing Tom into your place and helping him pull down his briefs. You almost whimpered at the sight of his cock, crouching on your knees and taking ahold of it.

Tom groaned softly, his hand taking your hair and wrapping it around. Your eyes connected with his as you got closer, taking a long stripe up his shaft and to his throbbing tip. You swirled your tongue around it gently, occasionally looking up to watch Tom grunt and praise you. Your head bobbed up and down as you gave his tip the attention it needed, using your hand for the rest of his cock that you couldn’t reach. He bucked his hips in pleasure, you allowed it, Tom gripped your hair harder and slowly led you, thrusting up and into your mouth.

“I can’t take it anymore.” Tom moaned, pulling you up and onto him. Your legs rested by each of his thighs, you felt him run his cock along your slits. “You’re okay with this?” He asked heavily.

“Yes, Tom, please - just fuck me.”

You reached to guide his cock, lowering yourself onto him. You sighed in relief, your back arching at his length filling you. Tom’s hands found themselves on each side of your hips, helping you ride him. You hooked your arms around his neck, your chest on full display as you bounced up and down. You moaned softly, dragging your nails from his neck to his chest, he didn’t seem to mind, he was egging you on.

“You feel so good, pretty girl.” Tom bit down on his lip, his hands moving from your hips to your nipples then back to your hips.

“Oh my god,” You cried out. You paused on riding, Tom taking over and thrusting up into you. Your hands held onto him, the thrusts were rough and mind-blowing, you had almost lost balance. Tom played with the material of your dress, it hadn’t made it off and was resting underneath your chest and above your belly button. Tom caught you off guard, suddenly flipping you over and thrusting into you from another position. Your back was pressed against the backseat, your eyes barely able to stay open, his cock continued to bury itself deep inside of you.

“Yes baby, you’re fucking me so good, Tommy.” You arched your back, a smile on your face as you hooked your ankles around his thighs, bringing him closer to your body.

Tom’s lips hooked onto your neck, leaving sloppy and wet kisses on sensitive spots. You knew your neck was painted with bruises, you’d get endless comments about them the next morning but you didn’t care. The pleasure was sending you in a bliss, you rolled your eyes as he quickened his pace, separating your bodies so he could look down. You chewed on your lip, studying the sweat dripping down his stomach and the beads forming at his forehead. His lips parted like a moan will be let out, each time he thrusts deeper into you. Tom grips onto you tighter, the movements only becoming faster and harder and at better angles. You gasped out, back arched further than ever before, you grabbed Tom’s arms that were on either side of you. Your fingers wrapped around his biceps as you clenched your walls around his thick cock. He groaned in response, taking the action as an indication that you were close. Tom’s twitching cock inside of you wasan indication for you that he was right behind you.

“You gonna come for me, baby girl?” Tom muttered, watching you as he continued his movements, wanting nothing more than to hear and watch you orgasm once again. You nodded frantically, grip on biceps tightening, your body slowly loosening itself up as your orgasm washed over. You lost the grip on him, barely able to keep your fingers holding onto Tom. You slumped back after touching chests with him, still clenching around him as you rode out your high and he began chasing his. Tom was close, you could sense it from the small whines leaving his lips and the swears that he’d spew out. His fingers wrapped around your throat, your eyes still barely keeping themselves open.

“Look at me, angel. Y/N, look at me.” Tom grunted, your eyes fluttered open, his grip around your throat still tight yet gentle, he was careful not to hurt you. “Fuck.” He sighed out, Tom pulled his cock out of you and let it rest above your lower stomach, ribbons of his come falling onto your skin. He was sure not to spill on your dress.

“Oh my god,” You giggled softly, the shaking in your body still visible. Tom kissed you gently, smiles interrupting. You heard your phone vibrating on the seat beside you, groaning as you remembered that you had kind of ditched your friends. “Shit, I should go.” You gasped, Tom found a towel in a glove box, helping you clean yourself up.

“You were amazing, love.” Tom commented as he pulled on his briefs, pants following, along with his shirt and belt.

You pulled the straps to your dress back up, the material covering you up once again. Tom helped you pull down your dress, handing you your underwear almost hesitantly. You smirked, handing the lace panties back to him. “You keep them, something to remember me by.” Tom chuckled and nodded, tucking the pair into his pocket. “But don’t worry, Tom, we’ll be seeing each other again.” You pressed your lips onto his, hand holding his chin before you pulled away and began to open the door.

“Yes we will.” Tom smirked in return.