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oliviiarodrigo · 11 hours ago
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Staying Right Here
summary → family isn’t just blood. your first father’s day with tom proves that.
warning(s) → faint implications of abuse, aftermath of a shitty relationship, angst, fluff, stepdad!tom deserves a warning too right?
word count → 1.6k
note → inspired by the song so big so small from dear evan hansen. happy fathers day :’) 
Unlike you, your daughter doesn’t remember the blue skied day her father packed up all of his stuff and left town. She doesn’t remember that the breeze was warm, that the clouds moved slow, or that the moving truck in the driveway left a heavy scent of gasoline that lingered for days. She was too young to remember that before he pulled away, dry eyed and straight lipped, he pulled her onto his lap and let her little hands roam the controls of the truck. It was the most control either one of you had had that entire day. 
She doesn’t remember watching her father reverse out of the driveway, but you do. You remember every detail about that day. You remember him throwing his engagement ring down onto the counter, shoving your body against the wall when you tried to get him to slow down. When you reached out to caress his cheek in the middle of your stripped bedroom and he jerked away like your touch would scald him. Three years later, it stings the same to remember how he said he didn’t want to be tied down to a wife and baby so young. How he promised that he wouldn’t be back, and that he’d already sorted everything out regarding your approaching marriage. 
Three years later, your wedding dress still hangs unworn and untouched in the back of your closet, and your engagement ring is framed between other rings in your jewelry box. However, you’ve added so much more beauty and love to your life since the day it felt like you lost everything-- a dog, a new house, a boyfriend, an evolved understanding of just what makes a parent. 
After Rhett, all of your priorities had shifted. You moved farther from your hometown, devoted more of your time and energy into being the best mom and employee possible. You’d almost completely forgotten what romantic love felt like until you met Tom a year and a half later. 
Tom reopened all of the doors you had slammed after Rhett. It took some time, and Tom was understanding of the circumstances that had left you apprehensive and reluctant. He moved at your pace, and only when you asked him to. He followed your lead, understanding that you hadn’t been the only one hurt by the asshole who left. You had a baby at home. A baby that he fell in love with just from hearing you talk. 
If there was just one thing you love most about Tom, it’s his genuine love for others. 
At nine months, you had made things with the Holland official. Instead of spending weekends and work holidays at his apartment, he moved in with you. He brought his clothes, and his guitar, his dog and himself. He brought a completeness to your everyday routine that you hadn’t experienced since Rhett, but unsurprisingly, it was a million times warmer. Loving Tom was a euphoric sensation you hadn’t thought existed outside of romcoms. 
He’s soft with Saige. He tucks her into bed five minutes late every Friday night, brushes cookie crumbs away from the corners of her upturned pink lips, then he turns on her nightlight. He lingers in the doorframe, a smile ghosting across his lips because he knows you’re right behind him. He whispers to your little girl about all the adventures they’re going to go on tomorrow morning, and then he pulls the door almost closed, leaving a line of yellow light to peek into her bedroom. He makes her feel special-- loved. He makes her feel like she doesn’t just have you. 
Since 2018, Father’s Day has been of no importance in your household. Every year you have a conversation with your daughter's daycare and preschool advisors about how they should approach the situation. They’re aware that your daughter doesn’t get to come home to a father, and they insist that they don’t push or pry if Saige isn’t interested in participating in a craft. It breaks your heart, but Saige, your sweet little girl, never turns down a craft. Every year she comes home from school, proudly showing off all of the cards and pictures she’s completed specially catered to you. They’re scribbled in your favorite colors, and although they all start with Happy Father’s Day, they end with ‘I Love You Mommy’, and it’s enough to heal your heart the softest bit. 
When Saige called Tom dad for the first time, it startled you. It was late, and hours after you had tucked her into bed. You were laying down with Tom, head on his chest, eyes closed, listening to his gentle voice as he read a book out loud. You were falling asleep just as a storm rolled in. You held your breath, hoping that the thunder wouldn’t wake Saige, but that hope had been dismantled within a minute, as she scurried to the side of your bed with wet cheeks and tired eyes. When Tom lifted her up onto the bed, she threw herself against him with a quivering chin, scared fingers digging into the skin of his bare chest and back. She cuddled in close, pinching her beautiful eyes shut. “I don’t like it, Daddy.” She had whimpered at another clap of thunder, flinching closer to him. 
That moment had terrified you, because if Tom left, Saige would remember this time. 
This Father’s Day was different. For the first time, it wasn’t just you at home. Saige had asked you early in the week if you could stop by Tom’s favorite nursery and pick him out a bouquet. The question had so nearly turned you to tears, turning a page in both your life and hers. You had been beyond thrilled that she had accepted Tom as being her dad, but selfishly, your heart hurt knowing she’d come home with cards and pictures for him, rather than you. 
For three years, you had been the good cop and the bad cop, mommy and daddy, playmate and parent. Every holiday since Saige was just a baby it had been only the two of you, and you hadn’t expected to feel so threatened when that wasn’t the case anymore. It felt trivial, but so much of yourself had gone into making sure she was loved and cared for, preparing to shower somebody else with affection and praise for being her parent felt like you were losing credit; closing a chapter. 
When you had told Tom about whatever feelings you’d been attempting to suppress, he had pulled you in close to his heartbeat, tangling his fingers into the hem of your shirt and exhaling deeply against your crown. That night he had shown you the man you fell in love with, kind eyes and gentle soul. He promised that history wouldn’t repeat itself again, and you’d be saved from the heartbreak of more lonely holidays. You never wanted to experience those again. 
On Father’s Day morning, you woke up to the bed dipping beneath your little one as she tried to wiggle her way between you and Tom. You can feel the early sunday sunlight warming your skin, hear the rustle of the sheets as Saige snuggles in deep, the heaviness of the comforter over your body and hers keeping away the cold. A smile creeps across your lips as you pull her in close to your chest, reveling in the feeling of her skin against yours. She’s growing too fast. 
“Happy Father’s Day, Mommy!” She sweetly presses kisses into your face, pressing the tip of her nose into yours and then restlessly fighting your cuddles to instead lunge at Tom. “Happy Father’s Day, Daddy!” 
It’s eight in the morning on a Sunday. Your bed is full with love, and pure joy, and the two people you cherish most in the entire world wrapped up in each other's arms and a white comforter, the glowing golden sunlight melting across their faces and into their eyes. Like you did all those years ago, you reach out, wishing the moment would slow down, and stroke the soft skin of Tom’s cheek, biting down on your bottom lip as tears fill your eyes. Unlike Rhett, he doesn’t pull away. He doesn’t throw his engagement ring at you, or slam you into a wall. He doesn’t leave you with a baby and the smell of gasoline in the driveway. He turns his head and smiles at you, takes your hand from his cheek and kisses each one of your knuckles softly. He stays. He doesn’t run away. 
“Come on, Mommy! Daddy and I got you a present!” Saige announces. She looks so much bigger than she did when you put her to bed last night. Her eyes are brighter, and her legs are longer, and so quickly she’s losing everything baby about her. 
Wetness collects along your cheeks when you nod your head, unleashing an unrelenting stream of warm tears down your face. Tom cooes audibly, his lips catching against your temple. Saige laughs, leaning over to lay her head on your chest and wrap her arms around you tightly. 
“Mommy, why are you crying?” Saige whispers, cuddling down deeper into your chest. 
“I’m happy, baby. I’m so happy to have you and Daddy.” You promise, dropping your forehead down against the crown of her little head and breathing in deeply. You had never envisioned this life for yourself, or for Saige, but loving them both, experiencing life with them, it was the best present you would ever receive. “Happy Father’s Day, Tommy.”
Tom’s eyes shine with tears, his thin lips quivering into a tight grin. His fingers lace with yours, complete adoration in his hazelnut eyes as he looks fondly between you and Saige. “Thank you for choosing me.” 
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callmeniyahoran · 12 hours ago
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seventeen :: p. parker ::
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summary :: “we’re only seventeen,” he breathed through the grin spread across his face. Cheeks red with blush while his pink lips were chapped from the cold of the snow that fell around him as he stood outside your window. || when your eyes met those honey brown ones, you felt something, but weren’t sure if he felt it too. He felt it. 10X harder.
paring :: peter parker x asgard!fem!reader
warnings :: heavy fluff tehe, teen romance// strangers>>lovers, cursing, slight smut (HEAVY make out and maybeee grinding ;) )
word count :: 2.6k (2,646)
[a/n] :: this is just a really cute idea I had and it just flew out of me. I’m IN LOVE with this and I hope u guys. Kk I think that all <3. click here to make a request!! click here to join the tag list!!
“Have you ever noticed how dull the world is?”
Your eyes were fixed on the window of the car beside you. You watched as the snow Incase the cars around you. Not being able to tare your eyes from the window, you talked to your sister, Valkyrie, with your back turned.
“It’s 'cause you’ve lived in a world of sunshine and rainbows,” Valkyrie said in a sarcastic tone and she glanced at you through the side of her eye. The two of you were in the back of a taxi, going to a location Thor Odinson had given you. After the prophetic was for filled and Asgard had been erupted into flames by Satur, the people of Asgard followed their new leader to earth. You were clueless as to where everyone went once they had adapted to life on earth while you stayed cooped up in an apartment, not having access to the outside world— until today.
Valkyrie had gotten a call from Thor saying that he needed them to come to the address he had told her.
You watched the city of Brooklyn, New York pass by flash by with all of the colorful lights and neon sign. People yelling on the side of the road with others crossing roads- horns being hooked as everyone rushed everywhere. It was chaotic, but you loved it. It was different.
“Can you stop staring and listen for once,” you turned your body around fully to face Valkyrie as you rolled your eyes. She looked at you with a blank expression before continuing.
“Remember, this isn’t Asgard. What seem normal to you is strange to mid gardens.”
“Okay okay, I get it. Is that all?”
“Whatever- just don’t embarrass yourself. Alright sis?” She held out her fist signaling for you to bump it with yours. A small smile spread across your face when you bumped fist.
“Where here,” the two of you turned forward to look at the taxi driver who looked back through the mirror. You shrugged and opened the door to leave the car.
“Hey! Missy! Where’s my money? I don’t do this shit for fun now,” he said with a raspy voice. You looked at your sister and she shrugged with a smile. You nodded as you both ran out of the car, slamming the doors.
Running side by side, you looked over your shoulder as you flipped off the driver as he honked and drove away— Valkyries laughing sounding in the air but came to sudden stop. As soon as you turned, you face came into contact with a large mans chest in your face. You slammed into him, causing you to fall back. The brown eyed girl next to you crouched over as she laugh and point at your face.
“Ahaha!- you should have seen your face dumbass!”
“Shut up,” you groaned as you sat up, a hand being held out to you. Looking up you saw that it was Thor with a big grin on face. You grabbed his hand, pulling yourself up along with his help.
“The hell is wrong with you,” you grumbled as you wiped the snow off of your clothing.
Thor chuckled as you slung his arms around the both of your shoulders, walking into the building in front of you.
“Lady [y/n], Valkyrie, welcome to the Avengers tower.”
“Stark!” Thor’s voice boomed through tower; his thick accent being herd loud and clear. You walked behind him and your sister, your figure being hidden behind them. Your arms crossed over your chest as you scanned the place over. It was nice and had lots of cool technology. You saw an averaged height, middle aged man with facial hair approaching. He had a glass of whiskey in one hand and the other tucked away in his pocket.
“Ah yes, Stark— and man of spiders— these are the girls i wanted you to meet!”
Man of spiders? You hadn’t seen anyone else walk in but you did hear A second set of footsteps.
“This is Valkyrie,” Thor said as he placed both hands on my sisters shoulder. She sent Stark a small nod and smirk. He returned it with a wave and a small ‘pleasure’.
“Annndd…where [y/n]?”
You pushed past Thor, arms still across your chest as you stood next to your older sister.
“Oh- well this is [y/n], Valkyries younger sister,” doing the same smile and nod as your sister, you gaze landed on the boy next to Stark. His eyes were already locked on you.
The boy looked around your age, seventeen in human years. His eyes were golden, honey shade of brown that matched perfectly with the mess of chocolate curls that sat on his head. His cheeks were flushed with pink as he swallowed the lump in his throat. The clothes he wore were nothing like the boys in Asgard. You had to admit, you loved how it looking on him. You couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes stared deeply into yours, keeping you prisoner.
You loosened your arms that were formally crossed on your chest and started to play with your finger nails, not knowing what else to do. A feeling boiled inside you that you had never felt before. It was warm, and fuzzy. It sound so cliché but it was all so true.
“Ah- well it is very very nice to meet the two of you. This is the newest avenger, Peter. Peter Parker. Who is also known as Spider-Man.” Peter didn’t say anything as he continued to stare at you, but you have averted you gaze to something else.
“Tony, I think he’s frozen,” Thor said to the man next to Peter. You snorted a laugh, hand coming to cover you mouth. Tony snapped his fingers in front of the zoned out boys face.
“Uh- oh hi! I-I’m Peter Parker.. which you knew already…sorry,” he said with a nervous smile as he looked down to avoid your direct gaze.
“Ooookay, Thor will you take them to their rooms? I’m a bit busy,” Tony said as he point with his thumb to the room behind him as he walked into it. Thor nodded with his usual smile. He clapped his hands while turned towards you and Valkyrie.
“Let go shall we?”
“I can take [y/n] to her room! I-if it’s okay… is it [y/n]?” Peter called out, his eyes landing back on you. A smirk slipped onto your lips as you walked towards him and grabbed his hand. His breath hitched at the warm contact. You tried to contain your confidence as you looked at him.
“Lead the way,” you leaned into his face, “man of spiders,” you said with a giggle. Peter’s face became red.
“I love your accent,” he gushed causing you to smile widely, looking at him through your mascara coated lashes.
Peter began to walk you turn your room, you trailing behind, hand in hand. Looking over your shoulder, you winked at your sister. She laughed as she winked back. Thor looked down at her with an arched brow as you and Peter disappeared down the hall.
“What? Don’t cock block my sister!”
Approaching a gray door with a sliver handle, Peter opened it and led the two of you inside. Looking around, you were impressed by how nice it looked. It was absolutely amazing compared to the apartment you had been in. The best part to you was that you had a corner that you could sit in with a window. You already planned on watching earth through that window.
Peter started at you as you looked around the room with a smile.
“This is amazing. Thank you for showing me my room, Peter Parker.”
He almost groaned at the sound of you Asgarden accent saying his name.
“Any time,” he breathed. Looking down you saw that your hands where still in each other’s. You smiled and glanced up at him as he looked down and saw it too.
“Mrs. Stark has a message. Lights out kiddos.”
“What the fuck was that?” Your hand ripped out of Peter’s as you looked around for you could have said that. Peter laughed and explained that it was mr. Stark’s personal virtual assistant, Friday. You sighed and laughed in slight relief.
“Uh well I’ll see you tomorrow [y/n]. Goodnight,” Peter said as he walked over to the door, as smile on his face, lighting up his already rosy cheeks. You smiled back at him with a wiggle of your fingers, “night Parker,” you said as he closed the door.
Turning around you saw that there was a whole wardrobe for you. You started to strip, tacking off the sweatshirt Thor had given you to reveal your bare chest.
The door cracked open and Peter poked his head in.
“Let me know if you need—“ he paused as he saw your bare back facing him. Your looked over your shoulder with a smile.
“Thanks, but I’m good,” you slipped a shirt you found on over your head, now looking for shorts. Peter quickly closed the door.
The curly haired boy rested his back on the door as he let out a breath he had been holding in. His mind replayed the image of you body in his head on repeat. His breathing was un even as he closed his eyes, feeling the sweats he was wearing suddenly become uncomfortable. Running his hands through his thick curls he made his way back to his room.
You were finished changing, now sitting in the corner you had spotted earlier. Your chin rested on your forearms that were leaning on the windowsill. You watched the scenery out side. Fantasizing you and Peter, running and playing in the white, fluffy snow that covered the ground. You couldn’t help but think that you were a fool. How had you fallen so fast for a boy you just met one hour ago? But you could care less. You had never felt this way before, and you intend to make it last. Peter Parker was tattooed into your brain.
And tattoos never go away.
“What up,” Peter slid into the chair next to the one you sat in. It was the evening by now. You had spent the whole day exploring the avengers tower. Talking to some of the people you saw around. You started to really enjoy it there.
Currently you were sat in the living space, reading a book a lady you had met named Natasha has given you.
“Hey man of spiders.”
“Oh I’m never gonna get tired of you saying that with that voice of yours,” Peter admits. You blush at the complement.
“What you got planned for today?”
“Nothin’” you shrug, setting down your book, looking in to his beautiful eyes that you just couldn’t get enough of. You noticed him get flustered, making you smirk.
“Ok good. Make sure you keep it like that.”
That’s all he said as he quickly walked away, not giving you a chance to answer. You laughed to yourself and went back to your book. You weren’t able to focus on it though. Your mind kept going back to Peter and how much you wanted to kiss him all over and be with him. But you kept telling yourself to wait and that the day would come. You had no idea what he had planned but whatever it was, you were more then ready.
That night you were sitting on your bed, trying to learn how to use the phone Tony had given you that morning. You were in a pair of shorts with fluffy socks and a blue and yellow hoodie that you found on the couch in the room you were in earlier that day.
You herd a loud tapping on you window, causing your head to jolt up and look to see what it was. Walking over to the window you made out the shape that was there. It was peter, but he was holding some mask and wearing a blue and red suite. You assumed that it was his suite for the avengers, remembering that when Tony introduce you, he called him Spider-Man.
Rushing over, you popped the locks and opened the window.
“What the hell dude! You scared the shit out of me,” you whisper shouted at him, causing him to laughing.
“Look, I know I met you yesterday.. and this is the most cliché thing I will ever say. But I like you. Like really really like you. So please, give me this chance?”
You smiled at his words as your cheeks heated with the blood rushing to them. You nodded your head fast, letting out a giggle.
“Oh,” he let out a deep sigh, “good. I was scared you’d say no,” you chuckled nervously.
“Never,” you said with the same smile you had when you first met.
“Best part is, I get to spend the most of my time with you. We’re only seventeen,” he breathed through the grin spread across his face. Cheeks red with blush while his pink lips were chapped from the cold of the snow that fell around him as he stood outside your window.
“Come with me,” he held out his gloved hand,”trust me.”
You took his hand you slowly pulled you through the window.
You swung around town with your legs wrapped around his waist and you arms around his neck. Small screams leaving your lips whenever you would look down.
Peter landed onto of a very tall tower, letting you slip from his grasp. You stood and gazed at the breath taking view. City lights flashed all around you, cars honking and speeding past. The night sky dark. But the best part was the snow. Everything was covered in the thick white snow. Lifting your head you looked up into the sky at the snow that fell onto you face. Laughing escaped your lips and you spun around and ended up in Peter’s arms once agin.
“Shit! I’m sorry, I forgot you only had on shorts- and my hoodie,” the last part came out in a whisper.
You let a soft smile form, “I’m for Asgard. I can handle a little cold.”
“God I can’t get enough of you,” Peter said as he let his gloved hand slip around you neck as his other went to the small of your back, pulling you hips in to meet his.
Your hands rested on his biceps as one came up to the back of his head. The two of you stared at each other in comfortable silence.
“I really, really wanna kiss you right now.”
“Oh please do it man of spiders,” you both laughed for a second before Peter pulled you in for your lips to meet with his.
Your lips moved in-sync, like they were meant for each other. You felt his thumb slide across your chin before his lips parted from yours. Peter put his thumb on you lower lip, pulling it down as he smiled.
He moved his mother closer to yours, sticking out his tongue, letting it explore every part of your mouth it could reach before letting your lip go, allowing you to kiss back. You moaned into his mouth as you raised your leg to wrap around his waist. He grabbed the back of your thigh and raised it, squeezing it gently. Your lips trails off of his and to his ear as you started you grind you core onto his cock hard.
“Oh fuck,” you moaned into his ear, causing him to groan. His hands traveled to your ass, snaking and groping it.
That’s how you knew he wanted what you wanted just as bad. And oh man did you love being in love, young, dumb and seventeen.
Should I make a part 2… ;) lmk
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hawkinsholland · 16 hours ago
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Under the Stars.
summary: Queen Adeline Holland finds out that her husband, King Holland is having an affair. But is it an affair? Nonetheless, it doesn't end up good for the mistress.
word count: 2,200
warnings: I swear a lot. V little proofreading. Mistakes.
a/n: guess who's back, back, back for a 3rd time. this is a rendition of an old fic I wrote back in 2019. also give me feedback if possible :-) I also plan to actually have characters, especially if I
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Catharina sat inside the cold, white meeting room; a dark finished table in the middle of the room and chairs that matched sitting around perfectly. It had a very pretty floral detailing that was paired in a vibrant gold. your hands folded in your lap. She knew this table was previously Tom’s parents when they held the throne. She absolutely adored it for more than one reason. She loved the way it looked in this room, imagining that she and Tom could one day be in this same room, discussing what they should do with their children. Sometimes she imagined how it would feel to have the cool wood under her skin, fingers trying to grasp anything to keep her steady while Tom held onto her hips for his own leverage. Moans and screams fill the air as he takes her in such a public space. Camera’s fill the room, but not a care in the world would go through her mind. She was his and he was hers.
But a fantasy is all that was. A stupid little fantasy that could never happen, not even in her wildest dreams. Catharina sighed, moving to flatten down the fabric of her skirt. She could feel Abilene’s gaze on her as she shifted in the seat, trying to get comfortable under the uncomfortable tension. Abilene, Tom’s wife, the Queen of Altanto, is a pretty young woman with platinum blonde hair (that is rumored to be dyed). She has the prettiest bright blue eyes that were perfectly almond shaped and she had dimples along her cheeks when her thin lips smiled. Her face was usually caked with makeup, but here she was. Sitting barefaced as she waited for her husband to come to this meeting. She wasn't even in the usual meeting dress, a beautiful pink and cream dress that had a hoop underneath to make sure that it was poofy. But today, she wore an under slip with her hair in a silk wrap.
He didn’t walk in until the clock-stricken noon, the loud bells from the church they had married in screaming into the summer air. The large doors, with equally as pretty detailing, began opening up. Two guards' hands showed slightly as they allowed Tom to enter. He looked fantastic and Catharina couldn't help but to look at him up and down before meeting his eyes, giving him a sweet smile. He wore a dark navy blue suit. His hair was in its natural state of untamed curls. He was beautiful. Catharina’s stare didn't go unnoticed by the Queen and she scoffed at Catharina, rolling her eyes as she sunk into the back of her seat.
“Aren’t you going to bow?” She almost demanded, but hid as a question, looking between both Tom and Catharina, kicking up one of her thin eyebrows.
Catharina looked at her and obeyed, accepting that this was still like normal, and pushed her chair back. The screeching of the wood on wood making Abilene cringe. Catharina stood, grabbing fistfuls of her dress, much like she would with Tom’s hair, turning on her heel and placing her body and curtsying to Tom. She allowed her head to fall, not looking up until she saw his feet walk past her and towards his seat at the end of the table. Catharina then stood straight and turned to sit back down. Abilene looked at Catharina and then to Tom, her lips turning into a smug smirk as her perfectly pedicured nails tapped the vanilla folder in front of her.
Catharina fumbled with her fingers, she felt self-conscious in this situation. She knew what this was going to be. She had a hunch that she was caught. Red handed. But, to Catharina’s defense, Abilene didn’t even speak to Tom half the time. She would sneak off during the day to see a stable boy, his name currently unknowing to Catharina or Tom. She treated him like shit despite Tom opening his home for her after her parents were tragically murdered after an invasion. Perhaps, that’s why she and Tom gained such a strong, romantic and platonic relationship.
“Ms. Geo,” Abilene began, her fingers finally stopping on the folder before pushing it towards Catharina, smiling at her. Abilene looked over at Tom and nodded towards his mistress. Catharina looked between them before looking over the front of the file. It was normal. It had her last name, first and middle. Who her parents were, where she lived, and even more. Abilene cleared her throat before speaking up in a soft, dainty voice. “I called you and Tom into this meeting because there has been word going around that the both of you are having…” A pause and breathy laugh left her lips, “relations.” Her eyebrows raised and her tongue clicked.
Catharina looked at Adeline, head cocking for a moment. She wouldn’t dare to catch a glimpse at the stone hard expression Tom had across his face. She didn’t even know what to say, she just wanted to look at her. She wanted to ask how fucking dumb Adeline had to be to ever think of acussing her. Not that it was an accusation, but that’s why she only thought of it for a moment. That moment was enough for Catharina to think up something. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Nice one. Totally believable. She thought, facepalming herself in her mind.
Tsk. Tsk. Sounded from her bubblegum pink lips. It was her turn to tilt her head at Catharina. She had a sadistic smile painting her cheeks, dimples showing so broadly in this moment. Her eyes looked so angry but her composure was anything but that. It was calm, cool and collected. Catharina’s father always told her that there was always a calm before the storm, and she believed it, wholeheartedly, at this very moment. “You don’t know, Ms. Geo? Such a shame because a few other people know exactly what I’m talking about.” She winked before sliding the vanilla folder with Catharina Viola Geo written boldly across the top.
Catharina looked down at it, her hands neatly placed in her hands. She didn’t want to know what others knew. What they have said. Hell, she didn’t even want to know who said it. That would crush her more than anything to see her friends give her up like that, or who she thought were to be friends. She understood the consequences that could’ve come to them, but for one damn second she felt selfish. She knew what could happen to them but she knew what could happen to her.
“Take a look,” Adeline smiled, sitting further back in her chair. “Please.”
Catharina sighed and moved forward in her seat, her hands touching the side of the table for a moment. She hated this. She hated every single second but her hands still moved to open the folder.
It was messily put together. One the left side, the side she was holding, were pictures of her. One from when she was first hired at 16 and then the rest as she had continued to work at the castle. Pictures of her working, of her and her friends and even pictures when she would go and run errands for everyone. But on the right side was a whole lot of damning evidence against the very thing that she had “no idea” about.
Pictures of her and Tom alone, hugging. Kissing. Even sleeping, the most intimate time she had with him. And then so many papers that Catharina thumbed through.
Report #50 - Cursing in Front of Guests
Report #64 - Not in Dress before 7am.
Report #153 - Making Advances on King Holland
And there’s the kicker.
Catharina removed the 152 (which she wasn’t aware there was so many) other reports from this first one.
Report #153 - Making Advances on King Holland
Name: Gerlad [REDACTED].
Age: 43
Occupation: Head Security Guard
Report: Ms. Geo, my co-worker, was touching King Holland’s hand after an intense argument with Queen Holland. The microphone’s haven’t been fixed on the camera’s but we can see that she is comforting King Holland. [REDACTED], my other [REDACTED] security guard, said that he was asked if they should do anything. They talked about going and taking Ms. Geo back to her quarters, which is half way across town. They ended up not doing it and instead backed up the footage to make sure that I could see it before it was erased, which happens within 12hours of the recording.
Well, fuck Gerald. Catharina rolled her eyes in her head before lifting that report and a few others to see what the next had to say.
Report: #165
Name: Presley [REDACTED].
Age: 16
Occupation: Seamstress
Report: When I was taking out the trash from the seamshop, I saw a folded up note on the ground over by Catharina’s things. It looked like she might’ve dropped it, but I wasn’t sure if it was King Holland’s doing or not. But I wanted to read it so I did. It was in King Holland’s handwriting and said phrases like [REDACTED] and [REDACTED]. He also told her he loved her at the end and for her to meet him at the Stables after Queen Holland went to sleep. He also told her to watch out for the camera’s because they’re motion activated and he didn’t want them caught.
Well, shit.
Report: #205
Name: [REDACTED] [REDACTED]
Confusion ran through Catharina’s mind as this one didn’t have a name. “Why doesn’t Report 205 have a name or…” Catharina looked down.
Occupation: [REDACTED]
“... occupation on it?” She questioned and looked at Adeline who rolled her eyes.
“For protection, duh!” Adeline sarcastically said. “I want all my staff to feel safe after what you’re about to put them through. They’ve been through hell for you, always lying to make sure that you ate. Always doing something for you because you can’t fend for yourself.”
“I can.” Catharina protested.
“You can’t, little dove.” She smiled, pushing back her seat. “You never have been. That’s why Wirit died, remember? You couldn’t take care of yourself and you couldn’t take care of him. Even working here, you did nothing. You never asked for help.”
“I did.” Another quiet protest that came with a soft tsk from Adeline.
“Did you? We have no report for you doing that.”
“Leave her alone, Adeline.” Tom defended, his hand coming to meet the table. Catharina finally looked at him, eyes meeting. The chocolate brown orbs that she had fallen in love with were filled with worry and regret. She knew it. She just so badly wanted to be in Tom’s arms to cry. To feel these emotions that she’s felt too many times before.
“Your little mistress, Tom,” Adeline spat, “is no good for our kingdom.” She stated, standing from the chair. Her eyes narrowed as she looked over Catharina now trembling form. “She doesn’t deserve a nice home. She doesn’t deserve to eat. She deserves to live the rest of her days in the Enchanted Forest to fend for herself.”
Fuck.
“On September 27, Catharina Geo will be sentenced to eternity in the Enchanted Forest outside of the Altanto town. Anyone seen giving her assistance and are current residence of Altanto will be punished with imprisonment and by reasonable doubt, death.” A deafening silence overcame the trio as she began to walk, her nails dragging along the dark finish as her final words left her mind. “And for God help me, so that I never see you again.”
And at once the large double doors opened and she walked away, leaving Catharina and Tom there. By themselves and the overwhelming feeling of despair. How could she let this happen? She didn’t mean to fall in love with him. She was 16. She was so terribly lost and confused that when Tom met her under the stars one night, she just found comfort. Comfort in his touch - a touch that, years later would turn into a kiss. She was in love with him from the moment they met and by fucking God did she wanted to lose him. By the grace of whatever God was out there, would she lose him to Adeline. Of all people.
“Tom,” Catharina breathed out, looking at the King. Her eyes were dry and hot and her lips still trembled with the overwhelming feelings. Her hands were still touching the folder and they looked at one another. She loved him. She could only love him and she didn’t want to be separated from him and he had to feel the same… Right?
“Runaway with me!” She blurted before she could even stop it. It was quiet enough, however, that the guards couldn’t hear. “Please,” she pleaded.
“I-” Tom began and looked up towards the door. There was a moment of hesitation, his hand touching the table moving back to himself. He was bewildered and she knew that but fucking God, just say yes!
“I love you.” She lastly attempted. Tom looked at her before smiling and dropping his head, chuckling.
“Meet me behind the stables. I’m going to tie up a few ends and get us a few things. Under the stars, alright?” He asked before scooting him chair back and getting up. He didn’t touch her. He didn’t kiss her. He just said a soft ‘goodbye, Ms. Geo.’ before walking through the swinging double doors.
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supernova-creation · 19 hours ago
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So... I just got some inspo for a series from a tweet and I was wondering if any of you would like to read it. I was thinking about the classic "character making a bet to hook up with reader" BUT this ain't what you think it is, instead of who makes the bet being a complete jerk, he's gonna come clean and tell reader that they could split up the money and make like a big dramatic scene the moment she "finds out" about the bet. And to make it more interesting, the people who wanted him to make that bet are filthy rich, and said character doesn't like them, so he does that just to get the money. OH and I was thinking about it being with frat!tom? Please, let me know what you think!! 💖
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Can you pleaseee write a fic where the reader is very pregnant and her and tom get into a huge argument and when tom is about to walk out on her, her water breaks.
"Tom, you don't control me, you don't get to decide what I can and cannot do!" you shout, hands flailing wildly in an attempt to show how you were feeling. Your stomach was bulging out, showing just how pregnant you were, and thats what started this whole issue.
Tom was mad that you had been doing some stuff that you shouldn't be doing while pregnant, it really wasn't anything serious, just silly things like carrying too much weight or drinking too much coffee every once in a while. But these things were driving Tom crazy, making him furious that you weren't taking as much care of your body and your baby as you should be, or at least his definition of what you should be doing, if it was up to him you would have been on bed rest for the past many months, not having that nag that you were in danger somewhere and he couldn't help you. Though his definition of danger was a hang nail at this point.
"I know that but its my kid too!" Tom shouted back
"That doesn't mean that you can tell me what I can do, it may be your kid but at the end of the day its my body!" you scream at this point, your hormones raging as tears fell from your face.
"Y/n, calm down" he groaned, raking his fingers through his hair in exasperation.
"DON'T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN," you cry out "Im leaving, dont text me" you mumble, grabbing your bag and moving to head out the door.
"Y/n, please" Tom's didn't know what was happening, his mind was racing, he didn't know why this was happening, he hadn't meant for it to become this much of a thing, and he certainly didn't want you to leave.
Your hand reached for the door handle but before your hand could meet the cool metal you felt a sudden wetness between your thighs, your pants growing darker as the liquid seeped through the cloth. You turned back to Tom, a look of fear and confusion on your face, any anger you had held melting away.
"Tommy" you mumble, eyes welling with tears as you felt the contractions in your uterus.
"Y/n, please Im sorry, I didn't mean to yell" his hands were over his face scrubbing into his tired eyes.
"TOMMY!" you try again, louder this time, your voice laced with desperation, making him look up at you, eyes widening as he saw the wetness that was spreading across the front of your pants. 
"Oh baby, the baby, it's its coming" he seemed frazzled, and if you weren't in labor you would have laughed.
"Tommy, I'm sorry I yelled" you mumble, as he made his way up to you, grabbing the already packed hospital bag, slinging an arm around your waist to help you walk and making his way out of the door.
"I'm sorry I yelled too sweetie, but the baby is coming so its all gonna be okay, we are gonna be okay" he kissed your forehead gently as he buckled you into the car.
"I don't know if I am ready Tom" you whimper, clutching your belly.
"Yes you are, I'm with you, we are in this together"
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Single dad Tom's son acting up in school after Tom marries reader and has a daughter and isn't paying much attention to him ?
"Is this Tom Holland?" the voice on the other end of the phone spoke.
"This is he, who is this?" Tom was worried, has his phone number been leaked who was calling him.
"Hi I am calling from your sons school, he is currently in the principals office and we were hoping that you could come down and talk with us" Tom's brows furrowed as he looked down at the baby in his arms, the small girl that his world had come to revolve around recently.
"Yes, I'll be there as soon as possible" Tom spoke, hanging up the phone as he bounce that baby gently in his arms.
"Love?" he called out to you, hoping you could take your shared child while he went to school.
"Yes?" you hollered back, walking into the room and immediately taking the baby out of Tom's arms, holding her close to you as you looked at him.
"i need to go to Caleb's school apparently he got in trouble, can you handle our sweet girl on your own for a while" you smiled tenderly at him.
"Of course, love" you kissed his lips softly before wandering off, the baby in your arms.
Tom arrived at Calebs school not too long after, making his way to reception and quickly being ushered into the principals office.
"Mr. Holland, we are here to discuss your son's recent behavior, he has been acting out in class a lot lately, refusing to participate in activities, saying things he knows he is not supposed to say" the principal eyed Caleb while talking, the principal opened his mouth to continue but Tom cut him off.
"I'm here now, it is no longer your place to be telling my son what he did wrong, so address me or we leave" Tom's words were sharp, and he gave his son a pat on the knee to let him know he was always on his side, but the boy simply scowled at him. The principal cleared his throat, adjusting his tie, trying to cover up that he was clearly intimidated, before speaking again.
"As I was saying, we were wondering if anything was happening at home that would cause your sons actions, if he needs help we can offer resources"
"Well, my wife and I did just have a kid, Caleb's half sister, that might be causing the issue" The problem now pinpointed Tom and the principal discussed more in depth on how to help Caleb.
"Come on bud, lets get home" Tom offered a hand to his son but he brushed past, walking out to the car on his own and sitting down in the front seat, a frown on his face and tears in his eyes.
"Okay, what is up with you, kid?" Tom asked, his voice soft as he reached out to ruffle his boys hair.
"Why do you care?" Caleb spat making Tom physically sit back in the drivers seat.
"What do you mean?"
"Ever since the baby came, you haven't cared about me, its all about her, so why would you care what was happening with me, it used to be just you and I and now you don't care about me" at this point the kid was in tears, rolling down his cheeks making Tom lean over the center console, pulling his son into his chest as tears started to fall from his own eyes.
"I always care about you, no matter what, you are my number one boy, and I love you more than anything" Tom whispers against his sons forehead. "Nothing will ever change that"
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delilahwrites4u · a day ago
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Taking requests for Peter parker x reader, Wanda maximoff x reader, Natasha romanoff x reader, bucky barnes's x reader, and Loki x reader I'm comfortable writing any type like fluff or angst and more.
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Keeping Up With The Hollands | 04
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Summary: You and Tom were offered to document your life since you are both famous in the entertainment industry. Now as you got older you left the entertainment industry and head for the medical field. How difficult can it be? Also, did I mention that you have kids?
Pervious | CHAPTER 04 | Next
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Writting this made me laugh at some parts pfftt. Anyway let's pretend that Far Away From Home was shooting during the time the boys were of age (forgot their age ngl 2 or 3 somewhere there)
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Tom woke up first, sensing something on his face. He opened his eyes and catch a small foot in front of him. In confusion, he turned and notice all of his children on his king-size bed. Slowly but gently, he removed the feet that belonged to Edward.
He got up and head to the kitchen. Preparing breakfast for the family. His girlfriend Y/N was on a press conference for her charity.
"So today, we are going on the set of Spiderman Far From Home. Um, I'm not really sure how I'm going to do that and take care of four children. I know Harrison said he will be there but... I'm scared" he said to the camera as he tries to flip the pancake.
"I actually tried hiring a babysitter, they only lasted a few hours. I think I had forgotten to tell them that there would be more than one kids. Anyway, Ed and Chase gave them hell so they all left." After flipping the pancakes, Tom separated them, one for each boy and three for him, with some whipped cream on them.
Finish fixing up breakfast, he goes to wake up the boys, seeing as they are on a time limit. When he got there, he saw Jake up, trying to wake up his brothers.
Tom smile and ruffle the boy's hair, "Morning bud, you slept well?" Jake gave him a toothy grin and nodded. Jake got up and jumped into Chase's body making the boy yell, which woke up Max.
"Get up" Chase got up and pushed Jake down the bed, the two starting a fight. Jake's leg accidentally kicked Ed in his face, making the boy cry. Tom pulled away Chase from Jake and grabbed Ed, trying to soothe his nose.
"Alright, alright, it was an accident okay? You're okay" Once the boy calmed down, he picked up Maxton and carried him to the kitchen, as his two other ducklings followed.
Chase and Jake climbed into their highchair while Tom put Ed and Max in there's. He grabbed the prepared plates and gave them it.
Tom sat down in front of them, trying to feed each of the boys, "Chase is the only one who could fully feed himself, so I have to help the others."
Max took a piece of pancake and gave it to Tom, when Tom saw what he was doing, he opened his mouth and let Max feed him.
"Thank you Max for sharing." Max smiled and nodded and continued eating. After the boys were finished, Tom took their plates and washed them.
When he was done, he went to get the boys dressed including himself.
They made it to the studio safely. Tom took out each boy and placed name tags on them. He took Chase hand's who was holding Ed, then Jake's then Max and walked towards the entrance.
"Pa where we at?" Questioned Ed as he looked around the building.
"Well, we're at my work. You get to see Ironman, Thor-"
"Do we get to see Batman?" Tom looked at Max as if he just asked the weirdest question. As he was going to answer, Ed beat him to it.
"No stupid, they have Captin America"
"Aye! Don't call your brother stupid!" Ed pouted but kept quiet. After checking in with security and handing the children their passes they were allowed to enter.
As they were walking, Tom felt something heavy on his foot. He looked down and noticed Maxton was on it, he let out a sigh and tried to get the boy off of him.
"Max let go, I need to walk"
"No"
"Max, come on buddy, I need my foot"
"No"
Tom huffed and bent down, then he grabbed the boy making him scream. He tried shaking the boy off his foot but he wouldn't move. Giving up, he grabbed back Chase's hand and dragged his right foot.
"Stay then. Bloody hell"
On his way to his trailer, he showed the boys all the objects that were on the walls, the posters, the banners, the pictures of people etc etc.
Tom had left the boys in the lounge area with his stylist, Rachael since she asked too. He was grateful for that, but what he didn't mention was that they were slippery. Literally.
The poor woman's attention was more focused on Jake and  Maxton fighting to get the last box of juice, that she didn't notice that both Ed and Chase were missing. Somehow, both boys ended up by the set where Tom was shooting his scene for Far Away Home.
They watch as 'Spiderman' fought Mysterio. Wanting to go help his father, Chase quickly took off his clothes and ran onto the set and started hitting Mysterio.
(I'm sorry I had to laugh at this scene pffttt)
"Someone's Kid is on set!" someone shouted
"Tom's!"
"Whoa! Hey hey! Get me down!" Tom yelled when he notices what's going on. Jake who was playing as Mysterio, 'fell' onto the ground yelling, "Argh! You got me! Man down!" Giggles and laughter could be heard around the seat.
After they got Tom down, he quickly grabbed his son, and shield him, "Mate, I get you're trying to save me and all but you need to keep your clothes on"
Chase smiled at his father, dimples on display. Tom couldn't hold in his laugh and just started bursting out. Jake got up from the ground and head over to the duo. "I guess we have a new spiderman?"
The director yelled for everyone to take a break, Tom, Chase and Jake head over to where Ed and Jacob were enjoying themselves at the buffet table.
"Ed, I thought I left you at Rachel's? Why didn't you stop your brother?"
"He's older" "Yes he is, but you know sometimes he acts like a div and you're stronger than him, so why didn't you?" "I saw food" Both  Jake and Jacob laughed at that while Tom let out a sigh. He picked up the other boy and carried them to who knows where. They spent a good few minutes looking for the other two Hollands. After giving him, Tom carried the two to the lounge area. Tom got irritated when he saw both Jake and Max sitting next to Zendaya and Angourie who was entertaining the two.
"You're shitting me right?" The four turned towards the voice, Max with his bag on his back and  Jake running up to their father's leg and hugging him.
"Daddy said a bad word" "Pay the cookie jar!" Both girls laughed at their friend, watching as his children scold him for cursing. Tom squeezed into the girls and sat on the couch. Noticing that his brother was nude, Max goes up to Tom and turned around. The said man opened the bag and took out some clothes.
While he was putting on the clothes on his eldest son, he kept mumbling about how 'what's with you and clothes?' and 'I will glue them onto you' or 'You have some issues with clothes'
Both girls found the whole scene to be entertaining considering the eldest son was fidgeting and feeling squirmish. Zendaya who had Max on her lap, played with the boy's hair while Angourie tickled Jake. Ed kept on enjoying his juice box.
After finishing dressing the boy, Tom took out a juice box from the bag and handed it to Chase. "Now keep your clothes on okay?" The boy nodded his head in return.
"So what's his issue with pants? Is it too tight or something?" Questioned Zendaya.
"No. He just doesn't like clothes for whatever reason. We're trying to break him out of it but it's hard. The lad just likes to keep his bits cool" "Tom never say that again please" "I'm just saying"
As he was going to say something else Rachel burst into the room panting and sweating, gasping for air. Quickly Tom got up and handed her a bottle of water while Zendaya rubs her back.
"Are you okay?" questioned Angourie. After calming herself down, Rachel turned to Tom and quickly started spurting out apologizes, "I-I'm sorry,  I got distracted by Max and Jake? I think and then I lost the other two and then I told the two that were with me to stay put but when I came back they were gone!"
"Rachel, love, it's alright. I forgot to explain hay they tend to wonder about so that's my fault. I shouldn't have given you four kids. They are a lot to handle" After trying to reassure the woman, he turned to his troublemakers who all gave him a cheeky smile.
"You should apologise for worrying Mrs Rachel."
"We're sorry" The woman nodded her head and left the room, feeling tired after all of the stunts that were pulled on her today.
Since Chase interrupted the scene, the director decided to call it a day and sent everyone home. After Tom changes out of his suit, he heads back to the lounge to pick up his troublesome children.
Once they got home, Tom took them to the shower, after doing that he dressed the boys into their nightwear with the extra stress from Chase.
Once they were out cold, Tom grabbed his phone and called his wife.
"Hey love"
"Hey, you sound tired, how was today?" He took his hand and rubbed his forehead. A minute had passed.
"It was alright until Max and Jake gave Rachel the slipped, then while I was shooting Chase ran onto the scene and started hitting Jake" "He what?!" "Oh! Not our Jake, I mean Jake Gyllenhaal" "Almost got me rilled up"
"Yeah no, we were shooting a scene and Chase thought I was being attacked so he started hitting Jake, it was cute and funny but it did give me the day off. I got them ice cream, so we had a good day, yeah"
"Well I'm glad you guys enjoy yourself" "Yeah.. I miss you. I'm going to bed alright?" "Sure, night, love you" "Love you too"
Tom hangs up the phone and heads to bed, as soon as he laid down, he heard yelling in the other room.
"You got to be pissing me!" He complained but head into the other room to try and get his trouble makers back to sleep.
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Shh be quite
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Harry Holland x fem reader
Summary: Nikki and Dom wanted their children home for the week, to celebrate Nikki's birthday. Lucky for you they absolutely loved you and asked you to tag along as well. Not so lucky for your boyfriend who is a absolute fucking horn dog. Harry really tried to keep his hands to himself but after a while he snapped. You needed to stay quite as Harry fucked you in a house filled with his family members.
But will you be able to though...?
Requested by: @swiftieland25
Warnings: SMUT
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"Harry are you sure?” you ask as you hold up a flowy green dress with beautiful flowers on it. "Yes my love i’m sure Mum will adore it’’ he assures you.
Nikki’s birthday was this weekend and she had asked you to tag along with all the boys. You, who absolutely loved Nikki of course said yes. The only problem is that you have no idea what present to give her. Just flowers feel a little bit basic but on the other hand you already gave her that garden decoration piece she wanted for Mother’s day. Even though she obviously is not your Mum the past two years you’ve been with Hary you always made sure to give her something on that just like your own Mum.
‘’Okay, i’ll trust you on this one babe’’ you say before kissing his cheek quickly and taking the dress off the hanger.
‘’What did you get her again?” you ask as you make your way over to the register. ‘’The new Canon camera, her new headshots are going to look sharper then ever!’’ Harry says, already excited to give his Mum her present.
"Oh yea! That's so sweet of you baby i'm sure she'll love it" you smile at him.
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'’Ohh Mum how did you make the sauce for the chicken? Bloody lovely” Tom moaned at the taste food the food. ‘’Sam helped me’’ Nikki laughed, nodding towards your boyfriends twin who was grinning proudly at the compliment. ‘’It’s made with smokey paprika powder isn’t it? It has this little extra spice’’ you notice after taken a bite of the juicy chicken as well.
‘’It is one of the ingredients yes!” Sam smiled at you. ‘’You should go on a taste testing show y/n. You have talent’’ Dominic laughs. ‘’She just eats a lot that’s it’’ Harry jokes ending up with you slapping his arm playfully.
‘’The dress looks very good on you Nikki’’ you compliment her, she had immeditaly put it on after you had given the gift. ‘’Thank you love, I absolutely adore it!” she thanks you. Harry gave you a ‘told you so’ look making you roll your eyes at him. ‘’Matches great with the bracelet I gave you doesn’t it?” Paddy adds. ‘’Yes it does!” Nikki notices as she looks down at her wrist. Paddy had given her a silver bracelet with a green charm on it. Matching the green on her dress. ‘’We did well this year Pads’’ you grin at him, holding your hand up to recieve a high five from him. ‘’Next year i’ll come trough with them most epic gift!” Tom grins before quickly stuffing his mouth with a potatoe.
‘’You're just saying that cause you forgot to buy one this year” Harry scoffs.
‘’You can’t blame me, i’m a busy man!”
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"Gorgeous not here" you groan as Harry tried to slip his hand into your sleeping shorts for the third time that night. "Why not? Everyone is asleep!" he argues. "Because what if we wake them up huh? These walls are thin, that's why we're wearing headphones while watching this film in the first place!" You point at the laptop in your lap. You and Harry were sitting against the beadboard of his old bed while watching 'American Murder'. He had told you you needed to use headphones cause he didn't want anyone to wake up by the loud noises of the docu.
"That was a hour ago, I didn't want to disturb them while they were trying to fall asleep. But they are now, so it's fine" he says before tracing his hand from your thighs to your private part once again.
"I don't know Harry, I don't think i'd be able to handle the embarrasment if they do hear".
"Nobody will comment on it then" he says before pressing loving kisses to your neck.
"Oh hell, Tom will make at least five jokes about it in the first 60 seconds I walk into the room" you laugh slightly pushing Harry away from your neck.
"Hmm baby just want to make you feel good!" Harry groans in frustration. "You looked so fucking good all day, I'm telling you if someone in my family could read minds they're probably concidering bringing me to a pysch ward. All the naughty thoughts I had about you.." he whispers the last part in your ear. Resulting in chills covering your whole body.
"I don't know Baz.. you know how uncomfortable I get talking about sex with people who are not you. I would litteraly rather die than your family hearing us" you can feel your whole body heating up by the idea.
"Okay sweets, if you really don't want to i'll stop and we can just go to bed. But remember how quite you were in the cinema last week when my fingers were deep inside you? Or in that changing room at H&M as I pounded into your sweet pussy? Yea, all those times you were so silent and good for me. So why would you not be able to do that for me now eh?" The words left his mouth without shame, his lips grazing your cheek and his fingers playing with the bottom of your shirt.
He knew what he was doing to you. You knew he was playing games with you, trying to submit to him. But you also knew he would truly understand if you didn't want to, and that was one of the reasons you loved this man so much. He always pushed you to your limits, but knew when to stop.
"God alright. Have it your way, but my lord Robert if I get shit from anyone tomorrow you're a single lad you understand?" You threathen him.
"Loud and clear my lover" he grins at your cheekily. Grabbing the laptop and placing it on the floor. Making some room to devour his sweet little girl.
"Okay baby, because you're oh so scared that I will be the reason you'll be loud how about you do it yourself? Than if you make loud noises it's not my fault" he smirks at you.
"What.. what do you mean?" You ask softly. Already knowing the answer but just wanting to hear it from his mouth.
"touch yourself for me". Harry places himself at the end of the bed in a tailors sit, enjoying the view with a smug grin on his face.
You take the heavy duvet off your body and sit up a little bit. Your hands grab the bottom of your shirt and slowly take it off your body, showing a little bit of skin inch for inch. When the piece of fabric hits the floor you place your hands on your boobs and start slowly feeling them up.
"Shit" Harry sighs, his eyes fixed on your breast. "You're so pretty sweetheart, please play with your nipples for me" his voice is so breathy you have to do your best to hear what he is saying.
You put the top of you index finger in your mouth and travel the saliva down from your clavicle to your nipple. Slowly wetting it before pulling on it slightly, making you moan softly. Harry is still looking at you with a twinkle in his eyes, the love he holds for you almost pouring out. You sit up a little more before grabbing the edge of your sleeping shorts and teasingly sliding them off, exposing your heat to the air.
"You're teasing me" Harry whines from the opposite of the bed. His desprate voice makes you grin. "You're the one who is still fully clothed. Speaking of the one who is a tease" you shoot back. "Now, shut up or your family will hear" you wink at him. You cheekily throw your short at Harry who catches them with a smirk. You lay back on the bed, your head propped up on the pillow. You let your hands wonder from your breast to your belly, slowly bringing them down to your thighs skipping over your private part. You did feel the desperate need to touch yourself, but the need to make your boyfriend wait a little longer was bigger.
"Please just get to it!" Harry says his hand oh so slightly pressing against his errection in his pants. "You were the one who told me to do this" you laugh. "Yea I forgot you could be the biggest tease in the wo- oh" he stopped talking immediately as soon as your opened your legs. Showing the leaking situation between your legs. You popped two fingers in your mouth before bringing them down to your entrance, your spit mixing with your arousal.
"Put them inside of your pretty girl" Harry sighs. "Not before you undo your pants and touch that pretty cock of you baby" you whisper in your sexiest voice possible. "Everything for you sweets" he responds before quickly taking off his trousers. You don't think you've ever seen him undress that fast before.
"Give me some of that.." he groans as he scoops up some of your wetness with two fingers and spreading it over his own cock. His actions making you moan louder than you intended to. "Shhh remember to be quite sweetie" he whispers. Without reponding to him you slipped two fingers into your core, biting on your lip to hold back a moan. Your fingers started to move faster as you saw Harry's movements speed up as well.
"This is so hot" Harry groans, his curls starting to stick against his forhead.
"Fuckhhh yea! Love seeing you please yourself like this, shit" you can't help but let those words slip. Harry looked so fucking good right now.
"Oh do you now? Naught girl, your fingers start pounding into your faster at the thought of it don't they?" He teases you. You nod your head with a small moan in agreement.
"Shit I love you so much baby, can you please take me in your throat?" Harry asks. His heart bursting when you nodded your head with a smile on your face.
Harry stood up from the bed standing at the end. You moved your body, laying on your back as you placed your head at the end of the bed where Harry was standing. He stared down at your updown face. You opened your mouth, waiting for your boyfriend to bring his cock deep down your throat. As he does your bring both of your hands around the parts of his dick that don't fit.
"No babe, just use your mouth. Want to see your hands on your pussy" he says softly. You do as he says, taking his dick deeper as one of your hands move to your clit and the other starts playing with your breast once again.
This goes on for minutes, you playing with yourself as you have your boyfriend in your mouth. Wet noises filling the room as you both get off at eachothers sounds. You never really did mutual masturbation before but hell did you both enjoy it.
"This might be the hottest thing we've ever done" Harry moans as he feels his balls tighten, your throat treating him so well.
"And you've been so quite for me so far, such a good girl" he smiles at you as he removes some hair that hanging in your face. "Is it okay if I cum in your mouth?" He asks for you concent. You nod your head to the best of your abilities before you feel him squirt his hot juices inside of your mouth. He removes himself slowly, kneeling down as he brings you up. Making sure to support your neck.
"You did so well for me" he whispers against your lips as he gives you a sweet kiss. "My best girl, I love you long time" he smiles at you before kissing your sweetly once again.
"Not to complain but I di-"
"didn't finish I know sweets. Let me help".
Harry lays you back down, your head supported by the pillow and your legs over his shoulders. In no time his mouth finds your clit, sucking at it exactly the way you like. He knows your body so well after two years of dating. He brings a finger down to your entrance before inserting it. One finger quickly turns into two, pounding into your sweetsport heavingly. You were biting your lip like crazy, way too afraid to make a noise that would alarm his family members.
Harry sees your struggle and quickly picks up your own shorts, shoving them in your mouth. "Now you can let out small pretty moans" he laughs before lowering his head to your core again. You knew he did this for the risk, the thought of you accidentially making a noise and being caught turned him on like crazy.
"Sweetie i'm going to cum" you say, your words getting muffled by the fabric.
"You close?" He asks, making sure he heard you right. When you nod your head you presses a little harder against your clit, keeping the same speed. As stars appear in your vision and your back arches you can't help but bite down on your shorts till it hurts your teeth. The pleasure is almost too much to not make any noise but luckily for you your orgasm slows down just when you thought you couldn't keep quite anymore.
"Good girl!" Harry says his voice truly filled with excitment. "You were so quite for me" he grins at you, grabbing your face with both his hands and giving your a passionate kiss. Pouring all his love for you in it. You smile at your favorite ginger boy when he pulls away from the kiss with the biggest smile on his face.
"You know we do need to open a window, they might not have heard us but they will defenitly know by the smell of sex in this room"
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rosyparkers · a day ago
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bliss among sinners | preview
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synopsis ⇢ it’s february 14th, and you’re alone. as usual. your pity party leads to a shameful, pyjama-clad trip to the corner store for as much candy as you can carry. the last thing you want is to bump into an insufferable, frat-boy wannabe, who keeps popping up in the most inopportune moments and whose shit-eating grin hides something more sinister than he lets on.
↳ drummer!tom, sort of mafia au
genre ⇢ fluff, angst, smut (18+ only; minors dni)
est. word count ⇢ 20k
note ⇢ hoping to get this out next weekend so i hope you enjoy this preview and lmk what you think!
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“What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?”
Can cringe set your ears on fire? This seemingly insufferable stranger only pushes himself close to you until you can smell the musk scent of his cologne and aftershave on the nape of his neck. Your senses are almost on fire from the proximity, not being used to such intimacy for so long, and now your entire body heats for a completely different reason. The man’s only said a handful of words and you’re already wondering whether you should just let the scowl take over your face.
“Well, not like this will interest the likes of you, but I came here to get Valentine’s Day cards.” You smile. “Have a nice day.”
“You can’t possibly believe that a cheap piece of paper can make anyone feel special.” He snorts out, and instead of making it seem like a question, his tone is almost challenging you to answer him.
“So I should stop believing actual declarations of love and care, and start taking your discount, corny, down-right uncomfortable pick-up lines to heart instead?” Scoffing, you turn away from him to put the card back as he watches you meticulously.
“At least my attempts are sincere, unlike this lazy shit a guy buys his girlfriend ten minutes before a date he forgot about.” The man retorts, delighting in the scowl forming on your face.
“Well, it’s a lot better to be lazy than to be a complete asshole to strangers.” You bite, taking hold of the ugliest, most cliché hot pink card and flashing it in his face.
His arms trap you between the counter and his own body, much to your dismay. It’s impossible to deny how almost unnaturally handsome he is up-close, from the light freckles on his cheeks, the specks of gold in his iris and the frilliness on his eyebrow. In pure it’s-been-too-damn-long culture, your eyes trace his own brown ones, sparkling with mischief, to his smooth cheeks and chiselled jaw.
“I don’t think you like me very much, which is a shame because you don’t even know my name, sweetheart.”
“Oh, don’t worry about me. My asshat radar is ever so efficient.” Winking at him, you place your hands on his surprisingly sturdy chest and push him away, taking in a short breath now that the warmth radiating from him is gone.
The smug look does not disappear off his face even after your rather blunt rejection. With the card held between your fingers, you walk away, feeling his eyes on the back of your head like a starved hawk. You’re not even sure why you’re heading towards the cashier since you have no one to gift the card to, but the last thing you’re about to do is give this irksome stranger, however beguiling he looks, the last word.
A sleepy gasp leaves the teen dozing off behind the counter when you smack the card in front of him, and he jumps up in shock. Grumbling nearly as much as him, you search through your pockets for spare change.
“Three fifty-five. Do you have our favourite customer card, ma’am?”
Fuck. The coins in your sweatpants only amount to three dollars and twenty-five cents—so close, but not enough. Mouth drying up, you fumble with your pouches for a few more seconds, hoping the half-awake kid doesn’t notice your predicament.
“Here. Put her stuff on my bill.” Your heart skips a beat and races once again as Beanie Boy comes up behind you, nimble digits handing the clerk his credit card.
“No, no, you don’t have to do that. I have―I’m perfectly capable of paying for my own lazy and cheap needs, right?”
He lets out a disbelieving laugh and ignores your picking his card out of the boy’s hand and slamming it on the counter. Unattainable, he calmly puts his credit card back into his jeans and throws a wad of cash as thick as your fist towards the teenager. The poor kid almost loses his footing, eyes wide open and unsure.
“Do not take his money.” You almost growl at the clerk, who pales and steps back with his hands up, like you’ve pulled out a gun and have it pointed at him.
The stranger puts his hand on your wrist, his voice a lot lower now, “Hey, consider it a gift; a Valentine’s Day gift.”
“That means very little to me after knowing your warped views and dealing with your insufferable attitude. Hell, you probably think the same about love at first sight.” Sneering, you grab the colourful card and scowl your way to the shelves with the dreadful man right on your tail.
“I assure you I’m quite the romantic,” he snorts, boots sounding out on the floor behind you, “I’m even trying to be your Valentine and you broke my heart twice in one night.”
You put the card back in its place before you turn to face him, biting the inside of his cheeks to retain himself from laughing. The disbelief on your face is more than clear, although you feel the corner of your lips twitching upwards, “You are the most annoying person I’ve ever met. Like, you realise we’re strangers and you’re getting on my nerves?”
“Got you to smile, though, didn’t I?” Your eyebrows immediately furrow at his complacent teasing, but it’s too late―he’s already seen the slight grin playing on your mouth.
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golddustharrington · 2 days ago
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Stuck In The Web of Love (Peter Parker x Stark! Reader!) |Spider-Man: Homecoming- Chapter 11|
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Story Summary: Being Tony Stark’s kid can have its ups and downs. One of the downs is that you are in danger when your dad comes out as Iron Man. And one of the ups is that you are protected by the avengers. But what happens when you meet someone that you met a long time ago. As the two of you get closer when you go to Midtown Tech, meeting Ned, MJ, and everyone else. What happens when you catch feelings for the geeky brunette, especially when he has feelings for someone else? Will you hide these feelings or tell him at the right time… or the wrong time?  
Chapter Summary: its homecoming time, and tony meets the reader’s date. peter steals the reader from flash after she had a horrible dinner date with him. peter admits his feelings during an argument. and after a fight with toomes, the jet carrying stuff from the tower crashes in coney island. 
Word Count: 14.1k+
Warnings: fluff, angst, mentions of death and murder, and violence 
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Note for each chapter: grammar, punctuation and spelling errors 
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A/N: For the people who didn’t read the Prologue, that has a lot of important stuff in there, your superhero name is Violet NOT the reader’s name. 
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It was homecoming night, and you were sitting in front of your vanity. Watching Pepper’s reflection as she was fixing your hair with a smile on her face. The two of you went homecoming dress shopping right after school when you told her when the night homecoming was and that you got a date. You were wearing a light purple knee-length dress that was off the shoulder pair with flats with the matching color. 
“Ow,” You winced when Pepper tugged on a strand too hard. She looked at your reflection in the mirror. “Sorry,” She apologized. You took in a shaky breath and looked down at your newly painted nails, they were white and one was chipped from before and getting more chipped from you doing it without noticing until you noticed little chips of white polish on your dress. 
You sighed tiredly as you used your hand to sweep the chips off onto the floor as Pepper pinned a piece of your hair to the side, being careful this time. 
“So,” Pepper began, starting up a conversation. You looked up at the mirror to look at her in the reflection. “This ‘Flash’ is going to take you to dinner?” She asked. You nodded. “Yeah,” You answered. As much as you appreciate Flash taking you to dinner and homecoming, you still wished you were going to Peter, but he’s going to his dream girl. His crush. 
“I don’t know where it is.” You laughed, trying to get Peter out of your thoughts. “He just texted me last minute today, saying it’s a ‘surprise’.” You finished, making Pepper let out a small laugh with a gentle smile as she grabbed a few flower clips to put in your hair. 
“Ah, so a last-minute surprise dinner. How romantic.” Pepper teased playfully as she placed the clips in different places in your hair. “Ha, ha, ha.” You laughed sarcastically with a smile and a little burning on your cheeks. The teasing made you flustered a little bit, but not as much as it was with Peter. And you knew why you didn’t like Flash like you did Peter. 
There were two separate feelings there. You had really big feelings for one boy and saw the other as a friend. But the boy you liked more apparently liked one girl more than you, which you understood. He liked her more than a friend and he liked you just as a friend. 
Sadly. 
“There… done.” Pepper smiled, pinning one last strand of your hair under the clip. Flattening your hair down with her hands with a smile on her face. She saw the sad look on your face as you looked into the mirror, your eyes and lips showing it. Her smile fell when she looked at you, all she could feel from you was sadness. Before all of this happened, when you saw her all you would talk about was Peter and now you didn’t as much after what happened. 
Pepper leaned down, placed her head on your shoulder and her hands on your arms. Giving you a soft smile and a reassuring squeeze to your arms. “Even though he’s not Peter, you’ll still leave him speechless,” You nodded your head at her. “But if you do see Peter, I’m sure he won’t be able to take his eyes off you, and then he’ll be the one after you while you’re having fun.” She added, moving her hands to your sides and began lightly tickling you. 
Making you laugh out loud and lean back into her with your eyes closed. Your laughter echoing throughout the compound mixed with Pepper’s. Something you, Pepper, and your dad haven’t heard after their break from each other. Before that, the two of them would gang up on you when you were little and near the age you are now and one of them would grab you while the other tickled you. 
The room the three of you were in had your laughter echoing throughout it. Happy, memorable memories that neither of you would forget.
So when Tony walked near your bedroom and hearing that laughter from you and Pepper and you begging for her to stop made a smile itch onto his lips. He hasn’t heard that laugh leave your lips in a long time and he’s happy that he’s hearing it now. 
“Tony,” Pepper called through her laughter, making Tony look at your open bedroom door. “Tony, come here.” Pepper demanded. Tony made his way over and stood in the doorway, looking in your room to see you already looking over there with Pepper behind you with her hands on your shoulders. You were trying to get your breathing even from laughing, same goes for Pepper. 
But besides that, you looked beautiful. Your eyes had that happy gleam that seemed to be missing for a while but now it’s back. You gave him a nervous smile, that still seemed to light up the room and bring happiness to everyone who was around you. 
“What’d you think Tony?” Pepper questioned, looking at your dad for an answer. “She looks ready for her homecoming dinner and homecoming?” Tony looked at you in awe before complimenting you.
“You’re so beautiful.” 
You and Pepper chuckled as the two of you looked at each other. “Thanks, dad.” You smiled as you got out of your seat and walked towards him. Taking careful deer-like steps towards him. 
Being cautious. 
Tony met you halfway and immediately pulled you into a hug. This hug surprised you, your eyes widening in shock from your dad's action. You reciprocated the hug, wrapping your arms around your dad. Tony then pressed a kiss to the side of your head, lingering there and made eye contact with Pepper. Pepper was smiling at the two of you with her hands in front of her, clasped together. Seeing father and daughter hugging. 
But it wasn’t just a normal hug. 
This was a hug to apologize to one another. A way to rebuild the pieces that fell out during an argument that had happened before. Pieces trying to build over the harmful words that were shared between the two of you. But the two of you needed someone familiar to join in on the hug. Someone that was there with the two of you when your mom died. Someone who was like a mom to you and was always there for you just like she was for Tony. 
“Pep,” Tony said softly, looking over at the blonde. Pepper looked at the two of you with wide eyes and began shaking her head. “Come on, Pepper.” Tony urged, waving his arm. Telling her to walk over to join in on the hug. 
“No, no, no. Tony,” Pepper began to reject, but then you turned around with a smirk and began joining in with your dad. 
Something the two of you did, not just to her but also to Rhodey and a few other people to form a group hug. 
“Come on, Pep.” 
“Please, Pep. For me.” You and Tony begged in unison. You and Tony had both of your hands outstretched towards her. Still trying to get her to come over to where the two of you were standing. Pepper looked between the two of you and then looked over to the wall near the two of you. 
Trying to avoid eye contact.
But when you were continuously saying her name over and over again, your dad just laughed and did not stop you. Pepper sighed and gave in, just wanting you to stop and to make you and your father happy. The two of you opened your arms to welcome her in the warm embrace with smiles on your faces. 
Her and Tony sharing a look, coming up with the same thing in their heads. Them nodding their heads in agreement with a smile on mischief on their faces making you nervous. 
“You grab her and I tickle her,” Pepper said out loud, glancing a teasing glance your way. “Yup.” Tony agreed. You began trying to fight your way out of their grasps, saying. “No, no, no, no.” But it was too late, Tony grabbed you quickly by the arms, moving behind you while Pepper was in front of you. Repeating the same action she’d before, making you laugh out loud before, your eyes were closed as you tried to push Pepper’s hands off you to get her to stop.
The room filled up with three laughs instead of one. 
Then suddenly a knock on the door downstairs interrupted the laughter. Making all three of you quiet and for Tony and Pepper to stop their attack on you. You were breathless from laughing and trying to get them to stop as you were smoothing out the wrinkles on your dress. 
“That must be him,” You informed, moving a piece of a strand of your hair from the front of your eye. Your cheeks warm to the touch. Pepper and Tony watched as you walked quickly out of your room and down the stairs to meet up with your homecoming date. Leaving the two of them alone in your room. 
“We should…” Pepper began, motioning outside the door to tell him that they should catch up with you. 
“Yeah, we should.” Tony agreed with a nod of his head and watched as the blonde walked past him and hurried down the stairs to reach you. 
“Hey!” Tony heard you greet your date from the bottom of the stairs, and then Pepper’s voice, as well as your date’s voice. Tony sighed and began walking down the stairs, holding onto the railing as he did so. Still thinking about the moment that took place upstairs, a moment where you, Pepper, and he was a family. 
A complete family that he wanted and that he wanted you to have. 
But as Tony got closer to the floor he saw the boy called Flash, who was taking you to homecoming. Flash was smiling at you nervously as you were looking at the corsage that matched your dress, Flash had a matching flower on the lapel of his suit. The color stood out against the gray suit jacket and the gray, black, and white plaid button-up shirt that was paired with a black tie and black dress pants with black dress shoes to finish his outfit. 
“Nice place,” Flash complimented, a slight crack in his voice as you stepped aside to let the boy inside. “Thanks.” You smiled, closing the door once Flash was inside. The three of you not knowing your dad was closer than you thought.
Flash stepped inside, looking around the compound even more. Not noticing your dad at all. He was taking everything in as he turned around in one spot with his mouth opened in awe. “Ms… Ms. Potts.” Flash acknowledged the blonde nervously once he was facing her and was done admiring the compound and not believing that he was here. 
Pepper took a step forward with her welcoming smile and gently grabbed Flash’s outstretched hand and gently shook it. “It’s nice to meet you Flash, I’ve heard some really good things about you,” Pepper greeted, smiling at him and you. Flash felt his cheeks heat up. 
“Y-you did?” He questioned quickly, looking at you for an answer. You just gave him a small smile and a little shrug with your hands behind your back. 
“And before you ask,” Pepper said, getting Flash’s attention. “Spider-Man isn’t here. He’s out somewhere. But her father should be down here in a minute.” You let out a little giggle at Flash getting even more flustered at the mention of Spider-Man and Pepper calling out Tony. 
“Ah,” Tony began, stepping down the stairs and towards Flash with his arms outstretched at his sides as he walked towards the three of you. “So this must be Flash.” Tony smiled, patting Flash’s shoulder in a greeting once he was closer to him. “The Flash who isn’t only taking my daughter to homecoming, but also dinner. Boy is she lucky to have you.” Tony continued, looking down at Flash who was looking at your dad in shock. 
Pepper smacked Tony’s arm to scold him, making Tony jump and cover his arm and look at the blonde. “Ow.” He complained, which only made Pepper roll her eyes at him and talk to him with her eyes. Tony just sighed and ran a hand through his hair while Pepper looked at the two of you. 
“Sorry about him,” Pepper apologized, directing her thumb behind her to point at Tony. “But anyway, let's get some pictures before we let the two of you go before he decides not to let her go.” Pepper joked, making you and Flash laugh along with her as she directed the two of you to the wall excitedly, she was excited to take pictures of you and your date for homecoming. 
Even if it wasn’t with Peter. 
After some pictures and some poses, it was time to leave for your dinner with Flash. Tony and Pepper were walking the two of you outside to watch the two of you drive away. 
“Wow, time sure does go by fast.” Tony laughed, his laugh echoing outside alongside the rest of your laughter. You were toying with the leaf of your corsage as the four of you were making it towards Flash’s car. 
“Make sure to have her by 10 or there’ll be trouble.” Tony joked to Flash, lightly bumping his shoulder. This only caused Flash to look at your dad horrified as he thought about what would happen if he dropped you off late, thinking that your dad was serious. You understood because it was your dad and you were his daughter, but you didn’t want your homecoming date to be horrified of your dad. 
This is why you lightly grabbed Flash’s, grabbing the teen boy's attention. “He’s just joking,” You laughed and then looked at your dad, giving him a look to tell him to stop scaring your date. “Right, dad?” You asked through clenched teeth. Tony only held his hands up in defense and didn’t say anything. 
You just rolled your eyes at your dad and said to Flash. “Come on.” You lightly tugged on Flash’s wrist to tell him to go and he got it and walked ahead of you, your hand slipping from his wrist. You followed after Flash, hearing Pepper scold your dad behind you (which you tried very hard not to laugh at.) 
Flash opened the passenger door for you with a small smile. “Thank you.” You smiled at him, before you got into the car you looked over your shoulder to see your dad and Pepper. Your dad had his arm wrapped around Pepper’s waist as the two of them stood on the second to last step. 
Smiling at you, making you return the smile. 
“You’re welcome,” Flash said, making your attention go back to him. You smiled at him as well before waving at your dad and Pepper. Telling them goodbye. 
“Bye sweetheart, have fun,” Pepper said. 
“But not too much fun.” Tony joked, causing Pepper to lightly smack him on the arm once again with a scold following along with it as you got into the car and looked out of the glass window once Flash shut the car door. Your dad and Pepper were still waving at you as they waited for the car to drive away. 
After getting buckled into your seat and the roaring engine of Flash starting his car, the two of you were off to dinner. Hearing them say their continuous goodbyes as Flash began driving away from the compound. 
As he did so, your mind immediately drifted off to Peter. Wondering how he was doing and if he was having a great time with Liz as his date. 
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Liz’s dad is the bad guy! And Peter didn’t know what to do since he’s in the car with him and Liz. He didn’t have his suit and he didn’t know if he should contact you or not. He didn’t know if Tony didn’t allow the two of you to talk to each other, which is why he didn’t ask you to homecoming. But he needed someone to help him with Liz’s dad and the only person who he could think of, during an awkward car ride to the high school, was you. 
Another reason why he didn’t want to call you was because Liz brought you up in conversation when her dad asked about you, this made Peter overprotective of you. He didn’t want anything bad to happen to you. He’ll do anything to make sure that you were safe. 
“Here we are. End of the line.” Liz’s dad stated as he pulled up to the front of the school, which had pop music playing from the inside. Outside of the school were students standing outside, either with each other or waiting for their date or a friend. Inside the school were students dancing to the music that was blasting throughout the school. Peter swallows nervously when thoughts of what could happen after Liz’s dad drives off. Thinking about what he’ll be able to do without his suit. 
Liz unbuckled her seatbelt belt eagerly. “Thanks, dad.” She thanked before leaning towards the car door to leave, Peter following suit. Thinking he was going to be able to get out of this without having to talk to Liz’s dad. But before Peter could even get his hand on the door handle, Liz’s dad’s voice got both his and Liz’s attention. 
“You head in there, Gumdrop,” He began, looking into the rearview mirror as he spoke. “I’m gonna give Peter the ‘dad’ talk.” Peter felt his heart drop, having a bad feeling about being alone with her dad. Even the teasing tone he added in his voice didn’t make anything less nerve-racking, also with the toothy white smile that he shot towards Peter didn't help
It made everything even worse for Peter. 
It seems that Liz has noticed how tense and nervous that Peter has gotten and placed a hand on his knee to get his attention. “Don’t let him intimidate you.” Peter didn’t say anything to her as she removed her hand and gripped the front seat for support as she brought her attention back to her dad. “Love you.” She told her dad and then leaned forwards and placed a quick kiss on his cheek. 
“Love you too, Gumdrop.” Her dad replied. 
“Have a safe flight.” She said before opening the car door and getting out and closing it. Leaving Peter and her dad alone, making Peter even more anxious and making his heart beat faster than it usually does.
But once Liz was far enough from the car, Liz’s dad turned around to face Peter with a gun in his dominant hand that he grabbed from the glove box. Peter swallowed nervously under her dad’s hard stare, the kind of stare where you couldn’t look away and even if you did you’ll still feel the stare on you. 
“Does she know?” He questioned Peter. Peter felt panic rise in him at her dad’s question. Liz’s dad just gave him confirmation about what Peter was thinking about him knowing about everything. 
“Know what?” Peter questioned, playing dumb. 
“So she doesn’t know. Good.” He nodded, seeing right through Peter’s act. “Close to the vest. I admire that. I got a few secrets of my own. Of all the reasons I didn’t want my daughter to date,” Liz’s dad shrugs with a smirk while Peter was trying to calm himself down in the backseat.  
“Peter… nothing is more important than family. You and Y/N Stark saved my daughter's life, you saved her’s after everyone got off safely which I’m sure she and her father are grateful for. And I could never forget something like that. So I’m gonna give you one chance. Are you ready?” He asked Peter. Peter swallowed nervously as he stayed silent, telling him that he’s listening and for him to go ahead. Despite the nervous feeling bubbling up inside of him. 
“You walk through those doors, you forget any of this happened, and don’t you ever, ever interfere with my business again. ‘Cause if you do, I’ll kill you,” He threatened Peter. The threat made Peter’s heart pound hard against his chest, so hard that he could hear it in his ears. “And everybody you love. I’ll kill you dead and then Y/N, too. Probably kill her before you could get to her before you could even have a chance to save her and then kill you afterward,” He continued. Peter felt anger and fear rise inside of him when he mentioned him killing you before he could save you. 
He didn’t want to think about it, seeing you screaming his name and having it cut off by the hands of a man who is the father of his homecoming date and the man he and you are after. Peter just wants to get out of this car and find you to see if you are okay and to protect you from Liz's dad, not wanting the threat to be true. Peter bit his lip and looked down at his lip, not wanting to look at the man before him. 
“That’s what I’ll do to protect my family, Pete. Do you understand?” He finished. Peter was still looking down at his lap, giving a slight nod as his answer, but it wasn’t satisfactory for the man in front of him. “Hey,” He said sternly, making Peter look up at him nervously. “I just saved your life. Now, what do you say?” He questioned him.
“Thank you.” Peter thanked nervously.
“You’re welcome,” He said. “Now, you go on in there,” He nodded towards the school. “You show my daughter a good time, okay? Just not too good.” He gave Peter a small smile before Peter opened the car door and stepped out, not saying anything to the man. Only stealing glances at him as he was getting out. 
Once Peter closed the door of the car, Liz's dad drove off. Leaving Peter to go into the school with the threats he was given and is expected to forget about what happened. 
But he can't. Not when the lives of everyone he loved, himself and you were at stake. But Peter needs to stop him, he just has to. And he needs to leave homecoming, as much as he didn't want to, and leave to go after Liz's dad. 
And he needed your help. He needed his friend, crush, and partner's help. 
Peter needed to find you. Even if it means taking you away from your homecoming date. 
***
The car ride to the school for the homecoming dance is awkward, pop music filling in the silence that Flash started playing not too long ago to make things as awkward as it is, but it still didn’t help. The restaurant that Flash took you to for dinner ended up in disaster. The branzino wasn’t as ‘fresh’ from Flash’s liking, which caused an argument between Flash and the manager to arise. Thankfully you stopped the argument before anything could get worse and told them that the two of you would leave after everything is paid for. 
And when things could get even more stressful, your phone was going off second after second with phone calls that led to voicemails of him rushing through his words and you couldn’t understand what he was saying. But from how his tone was evident in his voice it was full of panic and you were curious. 
You listened to the voicemails several times while Flash was driving at a somewhat fast pace, his fingers lightly tapping at the steering wheel when he was waiting for the red light to turn green in the beginning. But now that you were at school, still trying to decipher what Ned was saying, Flash decided to speak up. 
“I’m sorry about dinner,” Flash apologized. You pulled your phone away from your ear to look at your homecoming date to hear what he was going to say, Flash kept looking over at you to see if you were listening to him or not. You hummed as your answer, playing with a leaf that was a part of your corsage. “But I know when branzino’s fresh, and that was not fresh, okay? So-” But Flash cut himself off by screaming when there was a thump on the bonnet of the car, causing Flash to slam onto the breaks and causing the tires to screech against the pavement. The action jolted you forward, thankfully you stopped yourself by placing a hand on the dashboard to catch yourself. 
You turned your head to look at Flash to scold him but red-covered feet caught your attention instead. You already knew who it was. That person was Peter in his homemade sweatsuit, something you already knew from the video you saw when you and your dad went to his apartment to recruit him. You felt your heart flutter when you looked up at Peter to see him looking at you and Flash, putting everything together that he was taking you to homecoming. 
“Flash, I need your car and your phone,” Peter demanded in a gravelly voice to make himself intimidating since he didn’t have his suit anymore he had to do everything on his own. You felt your heart drop when Peter just wanted Flash’s car and his phone and didn’t want you, but you understood what happened at the ferry. But you still wanted to go with Peter and help. 
But when Peter looked over at you, you got your hopes up. “And your homecoming date.” You smiled a little and looked over at Flash to see him nervous, he was gripping the steering wheel tightly as he looked up at Peter. Probably thinking about what Pepper told him earlier about Spider-Man being somewhere. Flash stole a glance over at you before looking at Peter once again. 
“Uh, sir, technically this is my dad’s car, sit. So, I can’t…” Flash stuttered over his words as he looked up at Peter as he tried to give the teen boy his answer, Peter jumped off the bonnet of the car, clearly not listening to what Flash was trying to tell him, and opened the car door. Waiting for Flash to get out of the car. 
Flash looked at Peter, stuttering even more but when Peter didn’t budge was when Flash gave up. “O-okay. Just don’t scratch it or do anything to it or my dad will kill me.” Flash stuttered, stepping out of the driver’s side, and lets Peter take his place behind the wheel.  
It was easy for Peter already, the key was in the ignition and Peter just had to put the car into drive and press his foot on the gas. 
Simple, right?
While it was for a little bit. Peter backed up nicely and turned the wheel to go the opposite way of the high school, his hands shaking on the steering wheel. He was nervous being behind the wheel, the wheel being a lot harder to control than what people who can drive make it seem. 
You were about to praise Peter on his driving as he began driving away from the school until he hit a bike rake to the left of the car, causing the metal to scratch against it. You gritted your teeth and scrunched your shoulders at the sound and looked over at your shoulder to see Flash looking horrified as he watched Peter drive away, doing something he told Peter not to do. You sighed and turned around to look forward. 
This was going to be a long car ride. 
***
It was silent during the car ride, Peter weaving around the road, showing that he doesn’t know how to drive than how he easily backed up at the high school. You gripped onto the dashboard for your life as the wind blew through your hair. You looked over at Peter to see him turning the wheel to go into the different lanes on the road, causing the cars to honk at him to tell him to get out of the way. 
And along the way, Peter called Ned and placed him on speakerphone and in the cupholder so that you could hear him. Peter caught you up on everything about Liz’s dad being the bad guy and that he needs your help, to which you agreed to do so and listen to him as he told Ned to track his phone that he left in Liz’s dad’s car. 
And now the two of you are weaving between different lanes as Peter was waiting for Flash on the other end for instructions on how to turn on the headlights and more information on Liz’s dad and Happy. 
“Have you ever driven before, Pete? Like placing yourself in front of the steering wheel of a moving car?” You questioned with wide eyes at the close encounters that two of you had so far with cars you got close to.
“Only with May, I’ve never really driven before. Only with May in parking lots. This is a huge step up.” After Peter answered, the two of you were met with a car honking at the two of you, causing the two of you two to scream in fear as Peter swerved out of the way. 
“Peter, Y/N. Are you guys okay?” Ned questioned, concerned about what was going on with his two friends. You and Peter looked over at each other before you spoke up. “We’re okay Ned.” You assured, gripping onto the dashboard even tighter when Peter swerved to avoid another car. 
“Hey, have you gotten through to Happy yet?” Peter questioned Ned after you assured your friend that the two of you are okay. There’s shuffling on the other side and Ned’s voice speaking through all of it.
“Uh, yeah. I’m working on it. I just gotta backdoor the phone system.” And then the sound of typing was heard from the phone. As Peter was speeding down the road, you swear you felt the little strands of hair coming undone from what Pepper had done to your hair as the wind blew through your hair. And the silence between you and Peter was unbearing. 
You looked over at Peter and opened your mouth to ask him what was wrong since he’s been acting off ever since he saw you with Flash, and the tension between the two of you was really obvious when the main thing between the two of you was unspoken. 
But when you went to ask Peter what was wrong, he already began to ask Ned. “Hey, Ned, how we doing with those headlights?” Peter stole a look at you and your mouth dropped, you felt anger rise inside of you. A part of you has a feeling that Peter knew that you were going to say something to you. It was just a feeling that you had. 
“Round knob to the left of the steering wheel, turn clockwise,” Ned replied. “Left, okay,” Peter mutters to himself as he reaches for the knob and the headlights come on. “Okay, perfect. So, where’s my phone now?” Peter asked. You scoffed at Peter, making the teen boy look at you as he drove down the road. The way he was acting after your scoff, you knew he was annoyed. And if you could see his face, if it wasn’t covered up by his homemade mask, then you’ll see the look of an annoyance prevalent on his face. 
“What?” He asked, getting annoyed, glancing at you and the road repeatedly as he waited for your answer. “Oh, it’s nothing.” You answered sarcastically. You glanced down at the phone that was placed in the cupholder, you felt bad for what Ned was going to hear from you and Peter. An argument the two of you decided to have because of you, but whatever was going on with the two of you needed to be talked about. 
“No, what is it Y/N? You obviously have something to say?” Peter shouted over the cars and the honking so he could be heard. You turned in your seat to face Peter as he continued to drive, feeling the wind whistle through your ears. 
“Me?” You chuckled harshly. “ You’ve been acting like this ever since you took me from my homecoming date, who is-”
“Flash! Really!” Peter interrupted you, anger in his tone as he stole a glance at you before he swerved around another car, he turned roughly on the steering wheel to show his anger. “For your date to homecoming, you went with Flash! And you're mad at me!” Peter exclaimed, with jealousy clear in his voice as he tried to blame you for everything. You laughed sarcastically and looked at him. “You’re one to talk.” You said to him.
“Guys,” Ned said, trying to get the two of you to stop arguing, but the two of you didn’t listen. Instead, Ned was met with the two of you still bickering through the phone. Making Ned sigh tiredly. 
“Oh, really. Please elaborate.” Peter says angrily, pressing hard onto the gas pedal. 
“You got to go to homecoming with your dream date and you don’t see me complaining,” You began, moving your hands as you explained. “I’m happy that we went with her as a friend should be. But, I go with Flash, and all of a sudden you're upset. That’s what I would like to know” You exclaimed, your throat going raw from how loud you were speaking. It being a sign to tell you that you were probably going to lose your voice from this argument.  
“Why am I upset that you went with Flash? That’s what you would like to know?” Peter asked, glancing at me and the road. A little laugh leaving his lips through his mask, his grip tight on the steering wheel was even tight from the last time you checked. From how hard he was holding onto the wheel made you afraid that Peter might break it with his strength. 
“Yes!” You exclaimed. Wanting to know what exactly has your friend acting like this all of the sudden, because you’ve noticed him being a little mad a little when you’re around Flash but it wasn’t this bad. Because at the end of the day, you’ll always be with him and not with Flash in his car. 
“Because I like you! More than a friend! There! There’s your answer, happy!” Peter admitted to you, not looking at you. You gasped lightly at what he just admitted. He likes you how you like him. More than a friend, more relationship-wise. When he admitted this you felt your heart flutter, but the way he was acting after he admitted this was like he was nervous to admit that he had a crush on you. 
So, you reached over and placed a hand on his arm to get his attention. “Pete,” You said softly. Peter looked over at you, and even if you could see his face you knew that there was a red tint to his cheeks. “I like-” 
“Guys!” Ned exclaimed, interrupting you. His voice made you and Peter looked down at the phone that was resting in the cupholder. You understood why Ned raised his voice through the phone, he was trying to stop the fight between you and Peter. You and Peter looked up at each other before Peter answered him. 
“Yeah, Ned.” 
“He stopping in an old industrial park in Brooklyn,” Ned informed the two of you of Liz’s dad’s location. You and Peter looked at each other once again, you had your brows furrowed when Peter exclaimed. 
“What? That makes no sense. He said he was going out of town.” 
“Well, he could’ve been lying to his family and you when he didn’t know that you are Spider-Man.” You stated nonchalantly. 
“Yeah, I know that Y/N!” Peter exclaimed over the cars passing by, he wasn’t yelling at you he was just raising his voice so he could be heard. But you still raised your hands in surrender as you mumbled. “Just thought of telling it to you of the reason why he said that.” 
“Weird. Oh, I reached Mr. Happy. Don’t think he likes you, by the way,” Ned’s voice spoke up through the phone. You placed your hand over your mouth to stifle the laughter from leaving your lips when Ned said this. You knew for a fact that Happy did like Peter, he was just stressed out with moving and getting everything out of the tower for the move and didn’t have time for what Peter was trying to tell him. 
“It sounded like he was catching a flight. He said about something taking off in nine minutes.” Ned added, making you and Peter look towards each other in confusion. The last time you heard from your dad there was something about people being at the tower for something before the tower was up for sale. 
“What?” The two of you said in unison. 
“He was surrounded by boxes,” Ned added, and that was what caused you to have a light bulb go off in your head. 
“Boxes? It’s moving day! He’s gonna rob that plane. We gotta stop him!” You exclaimed, making Peter look at you with the white eyes of his mask widening in panic before he looked forward and pressed hard onto the gas, gaining speed so that the two of you could catch Liz’s dad. 
Your hand back to gripping the dashboard as the engine revved as Peter sped down the road. 
After experiencing near-death encounters as Peter sped down the road, Ned finally spoke up through the phone. 
“Okay, slow down. You’re getting close. It’s on your right.” Right when Ned said this, Peter was about to drive right past the turn Ned was talking about.
“What?” Peter questioned. 
“Turn right! Turn right!” You exclaimed, pointing in the direction where Peter needed to turn the car. Peter took one hand off the steering wheel and raised his right hand and shot a web as he continued to steer the car, making the tires screech against the pavement and for the car to hit the curb and then for it to fall to its side and skid against the concrete., making you and Peter scream for your lives. You felt Peter’s arm go against you to hold you still from going forward or getting hurt.  
But then the car hit a pole lightly, making the car go to a complete stop and then the car going back onto its four wheels. The only sound being yours and Peter’s heavy breathing to calm yourselves down, Peter’s arm was still across you to keep you from falling forward and getting hurt. 
“You okay?” Peter asked you softly. You turned around head to face Peter with warmth to your cheeks and the fluttering of your heart when you looked at him. “Yeah, I’m fine. Are you?” You answered, asking him at the end if he was okay. 
“Yeah, I’m fine too.” 
“Good.” You smiled. 
“Guys! Are you okay?” Ned’s voice boomed from the phone, his voice full of concern. You looked away from Peter as he answered your friend.
“Yeah,” Your eyes widened when you saw a car sitting a few feet away from the car that the two of you were in. You blindly waved your hand in the air to get Peter’s attention and accidentally hit him in the face, not too hard just a little. 
“Ow, what is it Y/N?” Peter asked, holding a hand up to where you hit him. You nodded your head behind you, telling him to look in the direction where you were nodding your head towards. Peter leans forwards to see where you were nodding to see a car sitting exactly where Ned said Liz’s dad stopped.  
“Just keep trying to get through to Happy,” Peter said quickly before the two of you got out of the damaged car and started heading towards the building where Liz’s dad was in, hearing Ned’s voice say before the two of you got too far away. 
“It’s been an honor, Spider-Man, and Violet.” 
***
Levitating down with Peter lowering down on a web, from the hatch that Peter opened from the roof of the building, you saw computer screens and stolen weapons and other things that were all over the building. The screens showing the aircraft that was going to have the boxes that were being loaded for moving and one screen with the tower on it. 
You squinted your eyes at the screen as you and Peter looked around the building in silence. Apart of you thinks that this is a bad idea to be here, the two of you don’t know what her dad has up his sleeve. For all of you may know, he might just trap the two of you down here so he can do what he already plans to do. 
Hell, he might not ever be here by now. He could’ve left, meaning you and Peter missed him. But when you and Peter turned around to see those familiar metal wings, that was a sign that he was here. You walked closer to the stairs, your flats lightly clinking against the metal flooring. 
“He’s got to be here somewhere,” You mumbled under your breath as you looked around the building. And as if it was the answer to your question, the sound of something moving down the hallway caught your attention. “Gotcha,” You mumbled before hurrying, quietly as you could, down the stairs. Hearing Peter lightly call out to you and for you to wait, but you didn’t. 
Peter sighed and swung down from the platform he was on to catch up with you. He didn’t want you to get caught and something to happen to you, not the way Liz’s dad told him in the car earlier. So when Peter caught up with you, Peter lightly grabbed your wrist as he walked beside you. Not wanting to be far away from you. 
He knows you can take care of yourself, but he didn’t want anything bad to happen to you. 
The two of you walked into a big empty, echoey, darkroom. It was abandoned with nothing in it, except for a table with a lamp on the side with tools scattered all over it and had the one guy you and Peter are after. He worked on something with the tools and placed them down, causing them to clatter together as he reached for a new different one. 
“Hey!” Peter exclaimed, making Liz’s dad drop the tool he had in his hand and turned around to face the two of you. “Surprised?” Peter asked sarcastically. Liz’s dad wiped at his hands nonchalantly as he greeted Peter and you like he wasn’t planning on doing something bad. 
“Oh, hey, Peter,” He then turned his attention to you. “Miss. Stark. It’s nice to meet you finally,” He greeted you. “ I didn’t hear you two come in.” He added as the two of you advanced onto him, Peter already let go of your wrist when Peter first got his attention. You had your hands to your sides, formed into a fist to get ready to use your powers just in case things escalated. 
“It’s over. We’ve got you.” Peter said sternly as the two of you got closer. 
“You know, I gotta tell you, Pete,” He began, reaching over to the table and grabbed his leather jacket to put on over his arms. “I really, really admire your grit. I see why Liz likes you,” He added and then pointed at you. “And why Y/N likes you. I do. When you first came to the house, I wasn’t sure. I thought, ‘Really’? But I get it now.” He continued, as he sat down on the edge of the table. Watching as you and Peter got closer to him. 
When he said that he understood why you liked Peter the way you did, you felt your heart flutter like always. But didn’t like it overtake your consciousness, you’d only let it for a few seconds before focusing on the reason why you and Peter are there. 
“How could you do this to her?” Peter questioned, stopping in his tracks and you did the same, just a few feet behind him. You placed your hands on your arms to keep yourself warm, cursing at yourself for wearing a dress with no sleeves. 
“To her?” Liz’s dad asked in confusion. “I’m not doing anything to her, Pete. I’m doing this for her.” You hummed as your answer, not believing him. Peter looked down at you to see what you had to say. You shook your head and said quietly enough for only Peter to hear. 
“I don’t believe him. He’s just trying to cause a distraction so that he gets away. I suggest webbing his hand on the table.” You stated, nodding your head towards the hand that was resting on the table that was close enough for Peter to shoot a web at. You stepped back from Peter and looked back at the man before you and Peter did the same.  
“Huh, yeah…” Peter said, still not convinced, and shot a web at the man’s hand, sticking it to the table he was leaning against and knocked over a bottle that was near his hand. Liz’s dad looked down at his webbed hand and back forward with a sigh, looking into the distance for a short second before looking back at you and Peter. 
“Peter,” He began and pointed a finger at the two of you. “You and your friend are young. You don’t understand how the world works.” He said. 
“Yeah, but we understand that selling weapons to criminals is wrong!” You exclaimed, sending a glare at the man. Liz’s dad looked at you with the look returned as he tried to think about what he was going to tell you. To try to convince you and Peter of what he was trying to tell the two of you.   
“How do you think your dad paid for that tower, Y/N? Or any of his little toys? Or,” He asked, pausing as he held a finger up with a smirk. You felt Peter’s hand wrap around your’s, he was trying to be there for you while Liz’s dad talked bad about your father. “When he had all of those doctors try to help you with your powers, huh? How’d you think he did that?” 
You clenched your teeth in anger as your fist did the same, but a purple linged force surrounded them. Your anger took over you as you glared at the man before you, and if Peter wasn’t there with you, you don’t know what you’d do. Because when Peter squeezed your hand to get his attention and you looked up at him, you felt all of your anger go away. Even if you couldn’t see his brown eyes or his face entirely, you calmed down. 
“Of course you don’t understand.” The man scoffed when you didn’t give him an answer and then turned his attention to Peter. 
“Those people, Pete, those people up there,” He began, making the two of you look at him as he pointed above him and then towards you as he continued. “People like Y/N the rich and the powerful, they do whatever they want.” He then gestures between him and Peter. “Guys like us, like you and me. They don’t care about us. We build their roads, and we fight all their wars and everything, but they don’t care about us. We have to pick up after them. We have to eat their table scraps. That’s how it is. I know you know what I’m talking about, Peter.” 
“No, she is nothing like them. She doesn’t do that. She’s not like them. She cares about other people,” Peter disagreed with him, looking straight at you. Not believing a single word that he was telling him about you. And then Peter added on another question that he wanted to be answered. “Why are you telling us this?” Peter asked him as he turned his attention back to him. 
“Because I want you to understand. And…” He trailed off and placed his hand that isn't webbed down on the table to pick something up as he continued.  “I needed a little time to get her airborne.” 
He then pulled out a device and there was a noise of something breaking through the wall, causing you and Peter to turn around to see the wings bursting through the walls and coming towards the two of you quickly. Peter jumped up as you levitated off the ground. The two of you managed to dodge every move that the wings made as they cut through the pillars that were holding up the ceiling above you. 
“I’m sorry, kids.” Liz’s dad apologized to the two of you after Peter pushed the wings into the wall from jumping and landing on it beforehand. Peter grabbed you by the shoulders and moved the two of you out of the way of the metal wings, you gripped onto Peter tightly when he spun around and slid on the ground after he got the two of you out of the way. After doing so, Peter let you go to let you stand up fully. 
“What are you talking about? That thing hasn’t even touched us yet.” Peter shouted at him as the wings were whistling by as they flew around the building.
“True. Then again… wasn’t really trying to.” The man said, shrugging. You looked around to see the wings cutting through even more of the pillars, Causing debris to fall from the action after the pillars began to fall. Liz’s dad was trying to collapse the ceiling over you and Peter so that the two of you could stop him. 
  “No, no, no, no.” You exclaimed, outstretching your hands to hold up the rumble that was coming down on you and Peter, but it was too late. The roof fell on top of the two of you, burying you underneath the rubble. 
Knocking you and Peter out. 
***
Peter groaned when he became conscious when he looked around to see everything dark with debris laying everywhere and he felt something heavy was on top of him. The events that happened before all of this happened came back to Peter, you and Peter were talking to Liz’s dad and trying to stop him. And the outcome of that was Liz’s dad’s wings knocking down the pillars and trapping you and Peter underneath the rubble. 
Peter tried to get up from underneath the rubble, but he couldn’t. He was only able to lift his chest off the ground, causing him to gasp for air. He was only able to move his head and arms and that was it. As Peter was trying to breathe, he quickly removed his mask to get more air to breathe, the mask wasn’t helping at all. 
“Oh, God.” Peter gasped and then looked to his right to see a familiar light purple corsage that is now destroyed, laying on a hand that belonged to you. And you were not moving or making a sound to tell him you were conscious, but he could hear your heartbeat. Telling him that you were alive. 
But it still caused him to panic. 
“Y/N!” He shouted, hoping that you’ll say something or mumble in return. You didn’t. Peter threw his mask down and placed his hand on some rubble and struggled to try to get the rubble off the both of you. “Y/N!” Peter repeated, looking over at you once again. Nothing came from you. Peter let out a choked sob when he tried to push the rubble off the two of you again. “Okay, ready?” Peter questioned himself before he pushed himself up once again, straining himself as he tried to get the rubble off. 
But the rubble didn’t budge, no matter how hard Peter struggled against the rubble it wasn’t going to move. Peter let out a sob when he couldn’t get the rubble off the two of you, as much as he tried with all of his strength. “Hello?” Peter called out, shouting as loud as he could. Hoping that his voice is loud enough that someone could hear him. “Hello!” Peter repeated himself with tears in his eyes as he choked on his sobs.
“Please. Hey. Hey, please. We’re down here. We’re down here. We’re stuck. I’m stuck. Help Y/N she’s not moving. I can’t move. I can’t-” Peter cried, reaching out and then letting it drop as he panted and laid his head down, letting the tears roll down his cheeks. He felt like a failure, he couldn’t get the two of you out of the rubble, he couldn’t save you. He just felt like a failure. He felt like he failed you. 
Peter then looked up at a puddle to see his reflection. Half of his face in his reflection was covered by his mask. Peter stared at his reflection in silence as he heard your dad’s words echoing in his head from what he was told when he got his suit taken away. 
“If you’re nothing without this suit, then you shouldn’t have it.” 
Peter stared at his reflection for just a little bit before he took a couple of deep breaths before he started using his whole strength to get rid of the rubble. “Come on, Peter,” Peter muttered to himself as he began to push the rubble with his back. “Come on, Spider-Man. Come on, Spider-Man. Come on, Spider-Man,” Peter repeated himself as he continued to push himself up with all of his strength, small pieces of rubble falling as he did so. “Come on, Spider-Man!” Peter shouted one last time, grunting, screaming, and shouting as he was almost off the ground and was getting the rubble off. 
Once Peter got the rubble off the both of you and he was standing up fully, Peter immediately made his way to where you were laying. You had dirt covering your dress and your face and arms, along with cuts that were small and large. The small ones were little scraps on your shoulders and arms, nothing but a little cleaning could help. But the big ones were above your eyebrow and on the corner of your mouth where there was dry blood. 
Those were the ones that needed the most focus on. 
Peter got onto the ground and grabbed you gently, feeling guilty for what happened to you. You were limp in his arms as he held you close, apologizing to you quietly repeatedly and wishing that you’ll wake up soon with promises he’ll never let anything happen to you again. 
But when Peter was going to repeat himself again, he heard you cough and your eyes squinting as you tried to wake yourself up. You groaned when you wiped at your eyes with your hand, looking around where you were. “Wh-where am I?” You asked yourself as you continued to look around the destroyed building with rubble around you, but it was until you saw the brunette boy with big brown eyes who makes you smile, did everything come back. 
“Peter,” You said softly, you watched as a smile appeared on Peter’s face from the sound of your voice. “Y/N!” He exclaimed, he moved his arms from around to rest his hands on your face. You winced at the contact on his hands on the scratches on your face. 
“Sorry,” Peter apologized with a smile still on his face. You looked up at him and reached a hand up to cradle the side of his face as you leaned into his touch. “You’re hurt.” You said softly, noticing a little cut on his lip. Peter leaned into your touch as well and shook his head with a small chuckle. 
“You’re worried about a small cut while you’ve got it worse than me.” You laughed along with him but winced in pain a little after. The pain shot right from your ribs. Peter quickly moved one of his hands to where you were reaching towards and placed his hand there as he looked at you with concern. 
“You think you could make it?” Peter questioned. You nodded your head lightly as you tried to sit up with Peter’s help, wincing still from the pain that shot through your once again. “I can try, but I won’t be able to give my best.” You sighed, looking up at Peter. Peter looked at you sympathetically before looking up from where the roof collapsed to see Liz’s dad sitting on the edge of a billboard sign. 
Waiting for the jet to leave the Avengers Tower. 
“We… we should go after him before he gets the stuff on the jet,” Peter informed, looking down at you once again. You nodded your head in agreement and wrapped your arms around Peter’s neck as he stood up, frowning at the yelp you made. Peter apologized softly to you as he moved towards the puddle where his mask was. 
The two of you were in a hurry to get to Liz’s dad, so when Peter got his mask back over his face and looked up to see Liz’s dad’s wings opening, and began to fly off. Peter looked at you and hated what he was about to ask, but he wanted to know if you could or not. 
“You think you can levitate okay?” Peter asked, looking at you as your brows furrowed in confusion as you looked down at your hands. A petal falling from your destroyed corsage before you looked back up at Peter, wincing as you spoke. “I should be… I just don’t know how high I can get.” You informed him. Peter nodded and shot out a web and it attached to Liz’s dad and you began to levitate by his side, ignoring the pain that was yelling at you. 
  After some time, your powers began to grow weak. The purple force fading in and out, telling you that your powers are going to give out and who knows what’s going to happen after that. 
“Peter.” You whimpered, getting Peter’s attention at the tone of your voice. He looked over at you to see what was happening to you and the white eyes of his mask widened in fear. “Y/N,” Peter said and outstretched one hand that wasn't holding onto the web. You levitated as close and fast as you could before your powers gave out and reached out for it, Peter shot a web at your hand, just like in the elevator shaft in Washington. 
“I got you. I got you.” Peter reassured you as he pulled you up so he could grab your hand. Once you were close enough to Peter's hand, Peter gently grabbed yours and intertwined our fingers. Making sparks ignite in your belly at the contact. You then looked over to see the plane disappear, camouflaging into the night sky    “What the…?” Peter started to ask, looking down at you for an answer. 
“The plane cloaks itself so it wouldn’t be noticed.” You informed him, shouting so that Peter could hear you and so that you could hear yourself. Peter nodded his head after he heard what you said as the two of you continued to go after the winged man before the two of you.
The man taking the two of you high in the sky and above the clouds. 
After Liz’s dad chased after the jet, the winged man went under the plane and latched onto it. This action caused Peter to lose his grip on the web and almost the grip on your hand when he went to stick one of his hands to the plane. 
“Oh my God! Oh my God!” Peter exclaimed, his tight grip on your hand so he wouldn’t lose you. The two of you watched as Liz’s dad folded up his wings when he focused on one part of the plane. Peter tried shooting a web quickly for it to stick on something, but the wind blew it away. As Peter struggled to get to the wings, an idea popped in your head as well as a sudden powerful urge in your body. 
Like your powers were gaining their strength back, despite the pain you’re in. And to test out what you were feeling was true or not, you needed Peter to let you go. 
“Peter, let me go!” You shouted over the wind. Peter looked behind him to look at you, the white eyes of his mask widened in shock and fear as he shook his head vigorously. “No, Y/N! I can’t lose you! No!” He demanded, tightening his grip on your hand when you tried to slip yours out of his grip. 
“Trust me! We can both get to those wings and stop Liz’s dad! I’ll be okay!” You exclaimed back. Behind Peter’s mask, Peter felt his eyes burn with tears at your words and your hand slipping from his slowly. “Trust me.” You repeated softly. Peter sighed shakily before nodding his head slowly and then stated. 
“Okay, but after we get to those wings and something bad happens you’re right by my side, okay?” 
“Okay.” You nodded. 
Peter sighed once again before letting go of your hand, not liking the feeling of your hand leaving his. His eyes closed as he did so, he didn’t want to see you fall. But when Peter expected you to scream as you fell, telling him to go after you, he was met with silence, making Peter open his eyes and he was in complete shock and awe. 
You were levitating before him with your eyes glowing violet that matched the force around your hands as you smirked at him. You were okay for someone who has a bruised rib. 
“Told you I’d be okay, Spidey.” You smirked before levitating to the other wing to help him. 
“I never doubted you, Y/N.” He shouted to you. The only response he got from you was a hum. While you were working on prying off the other wing, Peter was on top of the wings to see if he could get it off from there. But then a little drone pulled off of it and flew off. 
“What was that?” You questioned Peter. 
“I don’t know,” Peter answered. 
The two of you continued trying to pry off the wings of the belly of the plane, Peter then moved to the edge of the wings and started kicking. The wings moved a little, making Peter kick even harder at them, wind whistling through the cracks of where the wings moved. 
Suddenly, the wings moved from underneath Peter’s feet and flew off. The action caused Peter to gasp and to hold on to a handle on the bottom of the plane. Peter looked to his left to see you pointed to the side of the plane, telling him where to meet you. Peter nodded his head and you did the same and levitated to where you were going to go, Peter crawling there. 
Once Peter got to the side of the plane, Peter saw you holding onto the wheel off the door on the side of the plane with a tight grip. This made Peter hurry up to catch up to you, he knows you can catch yourself but he wanted to be right there to catch you just in case you weren’t able to yourself. 
“Just a typical homecoming,” Peter began as he crawled on the door, making you look at him as your hair blew around your face. His voice was muffled from the wind blowing around you, but you still could somewhat understand what he was saying. “On the outside of an invisible jet- ah,” 
“Peter!” You gasped when Peter was cut off by turbulence that the jet hit, jolting Peter in his spot and almost made him fall off until he reached his other arm out to stick to the jet sill. You sighed in relief and were thankful for him getting bit by that spider and having the ability to stick to things. 
“Fighting my date’s dad with the girl I like.” 
You smiled softly at Peter with a tug at your heart when he admitted that he liked you once again. You wished you told him you liked him as well in the car, but it seemed like that wasn’t a great idea and this doesn’t either. And right now doesn’t seem like a great idea either. 
When the two of you were looking at each other, you saw the white eyes of his homemade mask widened in panic after he took a glimpse of what was behind you. And before you could even ask what it was, Peter screamed. 
“Duck!” You did what you were told and moved down, and you're thankful that you did. Because when you did so, the sound of wings and the sound of scraping against the jet made your heart stop. And when you looked to the side to see if Peter was still there to see that he wasn’t, but he was webbed to Liz’s dad’s foot as he flew up in the air made your heart stop even more. 
“Peter!” You screamed, fearing for your crush’s life. You watched as Peter shot a web at the web, grip tight on both webs he was holding on to. However, this didn’t stop Liz’s dad. The winged man used all of this strength to tug his foot out of Peter’s web to get away from him, and this caused the web on the jet to break. Causing Peter to head towards the turbine of the jet along with Liz’s dad, you felt fear overcome you and began levitating to him. 
“Oh no!” Peter shouted in fear as he and Liz’s dad headed even closer to the turbines, making Peter shot webs towards the turbines to stop him and Liz’s dad wouldn’t go through. 
Unfortunately, one of  Liz’s dad’s wings got caught in the turbine in the engine and caused the engine to blow out when he flew away. When Liz’s dad was out of sight, you levitated over to where Peter was, saying his name softly. 
“Peter,” 
You looked where Peter was to see the teen boy safe and sound when he looked up at you. “Whew, I can’t believe that worked.” You let out a breathy laugh and Peter joined. Thinking that nothing bad could happen. But there were sudden sparks from the engine behind him that made your eyes widened in panic. “Peter!” You screamed when he did as the engine was pulled out from behind, but was still stuck together because of the web.
You levitated to where the engine fell out to help Peter. Peter was gripping the metal to stay on and not to fall off. You reach your out hand for him to take and he does, his grip tight as he kicks the engine off his foot that was trapped underneath some webbing. After the engine falls down in the sky, you levitate Peter to the side of the jet for him to crawl on top. 
Once the two of you are on the top of the jet, the two of you see Liz’s dad charging towards the two of you. The tips of his wings digging into the top of the jet, sparks spiking up as he dug his wings in the metal of the jet to get to the two of you. Each time he went forward the two of you went back, but when the two of you backed up, the wind knocked the two of you back. 
Sending the two of you back towards the end of the jet, thankfully Peter webbed the top of the jet and grabbed your hand as the jet began to nose dive. Ahead of you, Liz’s dad was sawing at the top of the jet to get inside. To get whatever he wanted inside of it. And behind him was the city, the exact city the jet was heading towards. 
“Shit!” You exclaimed and looked up at Peter. The white eyes of his mask widened in panic when he saw where the jet was heading. Still holding your hand, Peter turned around on the jet and shot a web at the wing, and then stood up with you. You just held onto the fabric of his hoodie as he used both hands to pull at the wing as the jet flew through the city. 
You placed your head against Peter’s shoulder, feeling his warmth through his hoodie, and closed your eyes when the jet began to tilt as it began to fall faster. “Please turn! Please turn!” Peter begged as the jet continued its path over the city. You looked over your shoulder to see the jet was heading towards Coney Island. 
“Peter!” You exclaimed to get the boy’s attention, Peter turned his head to the side to look at you to ask you what you wanted to tell him. But when he went to do that his web snapped, causing him to fall back along with you. Thankfully, Peter grabbed onto a wing of the jet with a strong grip on your hand. Not letting you go. 
“Hold on tight, Y/N! Don’t let go!” Peter exclaimed to you as the jet began falling at a fast pace towards Coney Island. All you could do was just nod your head at what Peter told you, your heart beating fast as the jet got closer to the land below. What was going to happen when the jet crashes had a lot of things going through your head as the jet was accelerating in speed. 
The jet hit a tower near the island, knocking it over in response to the contact. And then the jet crashed onto the beach and skidded across the sand. You and Peter screamed as he let go of the wing, causing the two of you to tumble in the sand. 
And the two of you were separated when your hands were forced apart as you tumbled away from each other. 
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You groaned when you felt a sharp pain on the side of your head as you blinked your eyes a few times as you looked up at the night sky. You felt the sand in between your fingers when you gripped the sand underneath you. You turned your head to your right and left to see the boy in the red and blue sweatsuit wasn’t by your side as you hoped. 
The two of you got separated from the crash and panic began to rise inside of you as your thoughts kept coming up with different things about what happened to the brunette boy with brown eyes. You shook your head as you mentally told yourself that he was going to be okay and nothing bad happened to him. That Peter is okay. 
“Peter!” You exclaimed as you sat up in the sand, your eyes widening when you noticed the flames scattered along the sand. Making Coney Island glow along with the rides and ferris wheel and the destroyed jet that sat before you that carried things that your dad wanted over at the new compound. “Dad is going to be so pissed.” You mumbled to yourself, wincing at the sting at the bottom of your lip. 
You placed an arm around your chest and right over the place where you were hurt as you stood up fully in the sand to look for Peter. “Peter!” You exclaimed again as you limped down the beach, using your other arm to cover your nose and mouth from the smoke from the fire after you coughed the first time. 
“Y/N,” You heard faintly as you continued to limp on the path you were on. You squinted your eyes through the smoke to see a faint figure before you. “Peter.” You muttered under your breath as you got closer, and as you were walking the figure started going towards you. “Y/N!” The voice repeated. 
“Peter!” You exclaimed, your eyes widened as you limped fast towards him. When you were just a few inches away from him, you noticed Peter had his mask off and had his face scrunched up as if he was in pain. Peter opened his mouth to say something to you, but he didn’t get the chance to because you immediately wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug with your eyes closed. Happy that he was alive. 
Peter was startled a little before he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close as he closed his eyes. “You okay?” You questioned him, he felt your breath hit his neck that caused a tug at his heart. “I think so, I have this ringing sound in my ears.” He answered, burrowing his face into your neck. Unfortunately, his new home in the crook of your neck didn’t last long because he felt you pull away from him. Peter opened his eyes to meet yours filled with concern as they looked over at him, you then reached up and placed your hands on his face, still looking into his brown eyes. 
Peter swallowed thickly as he reached up and wrapped his hands around your wrist. “You okay?” Peter asked softly. You smiled up at him as you smoothed your thumb along Peter’s cheekbone, making Peter sigh. “I’m fine, I think.” You answered him, smoothing your thumb over his cheekbone before dropping your hands to your side, despite how much the two of you didn’t want that to happen.
“My dad is going to be so pissed when I tell him everything that happened when he asks me how homecoming was.” You joked with a giggle as you looked at the destroyed jet before you. Peter quickly looked over his shoulder to see the destroyed jet before looking back over at you, he was going to reassure you that everything is going to be okay. 
But right when Peter was going to tell you this, Liz’s dad charged towards the two of you. Knocking the both of you down, making you both groan in pain. The sound of crashing and an engine caught your attention in front of you and Peter as the two of you got up. 
Liz’s dad pushed away things that were on top of him before he turned his attention to you and Peter. “Hey, Pedro,” He greeted Peter sarcastically and then looked at you. “Hey, Violet.” You and Peter looked at him with your mouths open as he began to fly, his wings sparking blue before he charged towards you and Peter again. Making you and Peter duck to avoid his attack. Peter then tried to shoot a web at him and missed, making it your turn to try to stop Liz’s dad. 
You outstretched your hands and tried to use your telekinesis to keep him from moving, but it didn’t work. Liz’s dad took it as a sign to go after you and Peter again. As he did this, Peter quickly pushed you out of the way so you wouldn’t get hurt from whatever the man was going to do. So, you were laying on the land and watched as Liz’s dad kicked Peter down with his mechanical feet and then latched onto your crush's chest with mechanical claws, making Peter scream in pain at the contact. 
“Peter!” You cried out as you watched the man repeatedly start punching Peter over and over again before lifting Peter off the ground and into the sky. That’s when you stood up and outstretched your hands to use your telekinesis once again, screaming as you focused on getting Peter out of the mechanical claw's grasp. You violently moved your arms to the side, making Liz’s dad lose his grasp on Peter’s chest, freeing Peter and making him fall towards the sand. 
You tried to hold him in the air, despite the pain that was throbbing in your head, as Peter shot a web at Liz’s dad. Unfortunately, that didn’t work, you started to become weak and that left Liz’s dad free to do whatever he wanted after he punched Peter, making the teen boy fall onto the sand. 
Liz’s dad then picked Peter back up with his mechanical claws and started slamming him repeatedly onto the sand before letting him go after hearing you cry out for him to stop. Peter rolled onto his back to catch his breath and turned his head to look at you. You looked like you were about to faint just like at the ferry, you looked up at Liz’s dad as you tried to be strong before he knocked you down. You were too weak to fight him off, so when you watched Liz’s dad fly up and then grabbed at your chest, digging where you had a hurt rib, you screamed in pain. 
The scream that Peter never wanted to hear from you again. Peter blinked his eyes a couple of times to get rid of the tears that were threatening to fall. Peter watched Liz’s dad fly over to him and used the tip of his wing to pick Peter up. You and him made eye contact and you mouthed something to Peter that he couldn’t understand, but the way you mouthed it to him meant that it was something you wanted to tell him. 
As Liz’s dad raised his fist to punch Peter once again, he tilted his head to see something that piqued his interest than you and Peter. He removed his helmet and dropped you and Peter onto the sand. He flew above you and Peter as he went to a case. You squeezed your eyes closed for a moment from the pain that was throbbing in your chest, but when you opened your eyes you noticed that Liz’s dad’s wings were beginning to malfunction as he started to pick up the case. 
The weight of it making it worse. 
“Your wingsuit.” You gasped, trying to make your voice loud enough for him to hear, but winced at the action. Peter quickly glanced over at you before looking back at Liz’s dad and shouted. “Your wingsuit’s going to explode!” Liz’s dad started getting higher and higher with the case, sparks shooting out from the weight. 
Peter winced when he lifted his right hand and shot a web at the case to stop him from going anywhere. Peter immediately got up from the ground and began to pull at the web and you joined in, feeling some of your strength coming back and outstretched your hands to try to stop him. This made him look over his shoulder to look over at the two of you with a grin. 
“Time to go home, kids.” 
“We’re trying to save you!” You and Peter exclaimed in unison. Liz’s dad seemed not to like that since he used one of his wings to cut the web, sending Peter backward. He then tugged against the force you had around him, causing you to gasp in pain and to fall onto the sand in pain. Peter was immediately at your side, placing a hand on your arm, and said your name softly. 
“I’m fine…” You began, gasping for air as you trailed off. “Just… give me… a few minutes.” You breathed as you looked down at the sand. Peter looked up to see Liz’s dad still flying upwards, so Peter went to shoot another web towards him only to find out that he ran out of web fluid. 
But then the wings started making a humming noise and Peter pulled you close to him when the suit exploded, trying to protect you and himself from anything from the explosion. 
When the two of you looked up, your eyes widened at the fire and that Liz’s dad was in that fire. Yes, he was the bad guy, but he was still a citizen and had a family that needed him. 
“No. No!” Peter shouted as he got up and looked down at you. You looked at him weakly as you sat there. “Go. Save him. I’ll be okay.” You pointed at the fire where Liz’s dad was behind. Peter began backing up and asked. “You sure?” You just nodded your head weakly before looking down to catch your breath. 
“Okay,” Peter muttered underneath his breath before running into the flames. He was covering his face from the flames as he ran through them. Coughing as he did so. Once he laid eyes on Liz’s dad underneath the metal wings, Peter immediately rushed over and went to lift one of the wings but yanked his hand back with a yelp from how hot the metal was. 
He tried again, but this time by going for the edge of the metal that was in the sand and was unaffected from the heat. Peter pushed the metal wing away to see Liz’s dad and immediately picked him up and carried him through the flames. 
Once he was out of the flames, Peter looked up to see you standing there with a smile. You were covered in ash, dirt, and blood. Peter smiled tiredly at you before he sat Liz’s dad down and fell on his back and started to cough and you rushed over. “You okay?” You questioned. Peter just nodded his head before he stood up beside you, reaching out for your hands and intertwining your fingers, making both of your hearts flutter. You began to swing them lightly as the two of you stared at Liz’s dad. 
Wondering what to do with him. 
Eventually, the two of you figured out what to do with him. The two of you gathered all of the cargo together from the jet and Peter webbed Liz’s dad to them and left a note behind to let whoever showed up that the man was caught. After that, you and Peter went on a ride called “The Cyclone.” Peter held onto you with one arm as he used the other to climb up the ride, he didn’t want you pushing yourself any further. 
Once the two of you reached the top of the ride, Peter rested against a pole on the ride and you're rested against his chest, making your cheeks heat up and you’re pretty Peter’s did as well, especially when Peter wrapped an arm around your waist as the two of you looked at the beach as the two of you waited for the authorities to show up. 
Over time, the authorities did show up to the beach in vehicles. Checking out the cargo and seeing Liz’s dad. You leaned your head back against his shoulder to look up at Peter. Peter had a smile on his lips from the sight before him. “We did it!” You softly exclaimed, making Peter look down at you with the same smile. His eyes looking down at your lips before meeting your eyes once again, his cheeks with a red tint to them. 
“Yeah, we did.” He muttered and leaned forward, his heart beating fast when he saw you lean closer to him. Peter swallowed thickly, he wanted to kiss you so bad. He did, but he wanted it to be the right time. The right time where the two of you weren’t just fighting one of your classmate's dad a while ago. 
So, instead of going for your lips, Peter went to the top of your head and pressed a light kiss with his eyes closed. He smiled against your head when he felt you lean up to press a kiss to his heated cheek, feeling a smile on your lips as you did so. After that, it was silent for a bit until you spoke up with something that was on your mind. 
“By the way, this is probably way better than being at homecoming, I bet. God, I don’t want to think about what Flash had in store.” You giggled. Peter joined in, his arm tightening around your waist as he rested his head on top of yours. 
The laughter from the two of you making both of your nights a little bit better after a night of fighting and catching the bad guy. 
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callmeniyahoran · 2 days ago
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sight for sore eyes || peter b. parker ||
[master list for this series]
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summary:: “I watch your eyes as she walks by…” you pause, tears forming as you remember the way peter looked at her- the way you wanted him to look at you, “what a sight for sore eyes…” || when the realization hits you about peter, it’s too late. but sometimes late is just the right timing… sometimes.
warnings:: friends>enemies>lovers, mature themes/smut, cursing, slight violence, lots of angst, fluff, clueless peter
parings:: peter parker x fem!reader
[a/n]:: this is just the masters list for my p.p series [sight for sore eyes!]
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[00; jealously]-“I watch your eyes as she walks by…” you pause, tears forming as you remember the way peter looked at her- the way you wanted him to look at you, “what a sight for sore eyes…” || when the realization hits you about peter, it’s too late. but sometimes late is just the right timing… sometimes.
[01; goosebumps]-“who gives you goosebumps [y/n]? || late night shows and movies with Peter were a normal thing; but Peter’s question was unexpected…
[03; fatality] - “oh my g- dude.. it’s Liz.” || playing games with Peter again at his house, he gets a text that distracts him a little to much. || ‘[Y/N] WINS. FATALITY.’ The loud voice on the game announced. “Haha- i won Parker.. for the 5th time in a row…”
[04; what’s this?]
[05; unexpectedly expected]
[06; it’s the way it is]
—ON GOING—
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callmeniyahoran · 2 days ago
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sight for sore eyes || peter b. parker ||
[part 01; goosebumps]
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[part 00] MASTERS LIST FOR THIS SERIES
FOR THIS CHAPTER/PART—
summary:: “who gives your goosebumps [y/n]? || late night shows and movies with Peter were a normal thing; but Peter’s question was unexpected…
word count:: 1.1k
warnings:: angst, cursing, fluff, little smut??
[a/n]:: I hope you guys like this part!! I’ll be making a master list for this series!! Enjoyyy <3
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“Leave me alone!”
You had left Peter’s house two days ago but he still lingered in your mind. Sitting on your bed, your slick black guitar sat in your lap as you scanned over cords on your laptop. There was no point though. Your mind kept wandering to the thought of Peter.
You thought about his cheeks looked as if they started to blush once he saw that Liv was coming with the original group to Florida for the trip to Universal. A small smirk played on his lips that seem to be tattooed in your mind.
Peter Parker was your best friend. You couldn’t even fathom being with him.. so why were you jealous? You had to admit he was good looking and any girl would be much to have him. But that secret little attraction towards him was small enough to be shoved in the deepest, darkest part of your mind.
Day by day— ever since that Liz thing happened, it grew bigger. You were never a jealous type of person but something about picturing Liz and Peter together didn’t sit right with you.
Pushing all thoughts over peter away— or at least trying too— you went back to plucking the strings on your guitar.
Minutes passed and you had finally been able to focus, until you got a text.
Peter: wattup girl. You wanna come over and watch some late night shoes with me???
Great, you thought as you read the text. You wanted to go to his house of course. It was a Friday night in July, only three days till you left for Universal. You really wanted to spend this time with alone with Peter before you are surround with everyone else.
Y/n: sure thing. Be over in 10 my guy.
Hesitant at first, you agreed and jumped off your bed. You grabbed you keys with some shoes and your glasses off of your night stand. You always wore blue light glasses when at Peter’s cause you knew you would be staring at a screen most of the time there.
Yelling to your mom that you had finished packing like she asked and was off to Peter’s for the night. She didn’t mind you going and hugged you while telling you to be safe.
Driving to his apartment you got a notification. You waited till you got into the parking lot to answer. Once you were their you glanced at your phone, seeing that Liz bad been added to the group chat with you, Peter, Ned, and Mj.
Anger rose as you saw that Peter was the one to add her. You looked at the apartment in front of you, “the hell parker,” you mumbled as you grabbed your things and began to walk inside.
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“Jeez man, 12:57 AM already?”
“I guess so,” you said at Peter looked at the time. You head was on his lap as his feet was kicked up on the coffee table in front of him. You legs were on the couch.
The two of you had been watching movies ever since you arrived. You turned your head just enough for your eyes to be able to see Peter. Realization hit as you remembered what position you were in. Your face went red.
If anyone saw the two of you like this that would think the you were a couple. Which you wouldn’t mind cause if you could be with Peter, you would. You would hug him and kiss him in public for everyone to see—
No.
You had to remind yourself that this was your best friend. Again.
Goosebumps started to play on the television screen and you noticed the brown eyed boy smile at the screen. He loved this show.
You sat up from his lap and went to grab the two of you sodas from the fridge. You couldn’t help yourself but ask—
“Why’d you add Liz Pete?” You shocked your self with the question, but Peter was used to your boldness.
“She’s coming with us anyway so why wouldn’t I?” He said nonchalantly.
But Flash is coming too? Why wouldn’t he— whatever. 
Handing him his drink you slumped down beside him, starting to watch the show on the TV.
“Has anyone ever gave you goosebumps, [y/n]?”
You chocked on your soda as you put it down, turning to look at a laughing Peter next to you. Your heart started to beat at an uncontrollable pace. Due to Peter’s enhanced hearing, he herd it loud and clear.
You whipped you lips with the back of your hand as you cleared your throat.
“What did you say Parker?”
“Your herd me [l/n].”
“Well uh-,” you. You give me goosebumps Peter. 
You wanted to tell me so bad but you just couldn’t. You didn’t know if the feeling was just from jealousy or if they were real.
“Yea. Scary things.”
“That’s not what I meant idiot! Never mind. Your such a loner,” Peter said as he nudged your shoulder.
You didn’t even want to ask if anyone gave Peter goosebumps. You already knew the answer.
And it damn sure wasn’t you. It’s not like I wanted it to be… but you did. You really really wished it was you.
It was not 3:17 AM and you decided it was best to go to bed. You got up to go change in Peter’s bathroom. Putting on a bare of very tight spandex you had found laying in your room this morning and a hoodie, you slipped into Peter’s room, closing the bathroom door behind you.
“Holly shit— where the fuck did you get those?”
You jumped at Peter’s raspy voice coming from the bed behind you. Confused, you raised and eyebrow as to what he was talking about.
“The- the uh.. the shorts your wearing.”
Looking down you noticed how tight they were around your thighs and your ass. They look good on you but very revealing. Much to Peter’s dismay. You walked over to the bed and got under your blankets, giving him and small shrug as a short answer. “Just found them in my room on the floor.”
Taking off the glasses your wore to his house you closed your eyes as you got comfortable. You felt Peter’s body shift on the bed. He was moving closer to you. Your heart started to pound against your chest as you felt his arm sling around your waist. His hand started to move lower towards your upper thigh.
What is with this guy and being all touchy in his sleep? Was he sleeping?
You didn’t even want to know. You would never admit it but you started to enjoy his skin on yours. Even if it was platonic.
A soft snore came from behind you. He was asleep.
The hand on your thigh squeezed lightly. Peter moved his hand onto you hip as he moved his hips closer to your ass. Your breath hitched in your throat as he pressed harder and harder onto you.
Then your herd it. A small giggle that turned into a chuckles. With his eyes still closed, Peter ran his finger on your skin, running over the goosebumps he had caused.
Damn it [y/n].
This was just his little game he wanted to play to get and answer to his unanswered question. Almost twenty minutes passed and you knew Peter was asleep now. His gripped loosened and his snores were real this time. You turned to face him as you ran your hand up his arm and on to his shoulder. You smiled to yourself knowing what you were doing. You fingers made there way to his cheek. His face twitched under your soft touch. You giggled.
“Goosebumps.” You said with a smirk. Peter let out a mumble,
“Damn it Peter.”
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blindingdutchy · 2 days ago
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share | t.holland
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{pornstar!tom x pornstar!reader}
summary: you don't like to share, but Tom's going to show you what happens to stingy girls on the playground.
word count: 10,663
warnings: i consider this a part two to switch. smut, little bit of angst, fluffy ending. language. explicit warnings under divide.
18+!!! minors stay away!
warnings: mean dom!tom, slight dom!fem oc, voyeurism, mff threesome, degradation, oral (m+f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up folks), orgasm denial, touch denial, slight bondage (hands tied only), jealous reader + arrogant tom, some daddy + sir kink
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There was a familiar ache in your core as you made your way into work that day. It was a sensation that shouldn't have embarrassed you anymore considering it was in your line of work to take a beating of the sexual sort, but your blood bubbled with fluttery shame anyways because you knew it was definitely not from any job you'd done. The handprints that lingered on your skin were Tom's, as was the throbbing between your legs.
Your coworkers had grown accustomed to the funny way you'd been walking; after all, it had been months of you turning up to the studio just like this. Aching all over, exhausted, and all flustered smiles as every little jolt of pain in your body reminded you of him. Tom really knew how to keep a woman coming back for more, to say the least.
Despite the tender way you were forced to move around, you were excited to get into work that day. You'd been working on a new project behind the scenes for almost a month already, and today you were finally meeting with your favorite director and photographer to start the ball rolling. This was what you'd been fantasizing about doing ever since you'd been brought into the agency--straying away from your dominatrix persona and onto a more personal, enjoyable path.
Priscilla was already waiting for you in the conference room, bursting with energy as she always was and chatting the ears off of Archie. The two of them were sliding a few of your scribbled mock-ups around, along with more than a few stills of your naked body, and nestled so deeply into a conversation that they didn't notice the click of the door as it shut behind you. Even clearing your throat couldn't break their concentration.
"Starting without me?" you questioned, loudly, and finally caught the glimmering eyes of Priscilla.
Priscilla was practically buzzing with excitement as she grinned at you, clapping her hands once before waving you over, "(Y/N), perfect timing! So, Archie and I were thinking about your ideas for doing a cam-girl style video--"
She chattered on and on, only pausing every so often to take a heaving breathe before continuing. The more she said, the more you realized just how much work the two of them had done without you--Priscilla was already pitching set designs and potential scenarios for each video, and Archie was doing his best to help you visualize the filmography he had in mind. It was pretty hard to keep up, but you had to admit seeing their passion for the project only spurred your own to burn a little brighter.
The project was something you'd been dreaming of for awhile. A solo series of videos in the iconic style of a cam-girl; just you, your camera, and whatever you felt like putting out there for the world to see. For so long you'd been afraid to even pitch the idea out of fear of being denied funding, and rightfully so.
You'd had to fight tooth and nail to gain the backing of the agency. It had been a month of pitching idea after idea, crunching numbers and screening all the statistics of solo work so that you could propose a target profit for the company. In the end, you'd gotten the green light--but there was a lot riding on this first video.
If you failed to meet the target you'd set for yourself, the agency would pull the plug on the project and you'd be right back to the leather outfits and whining men. The thought of it urged you to outperform all the standards you'd set for yourself. You were peddle to the metal, full throttle ahead, and Priscilla and Archie's sounding board of ideas were exactly the encouragement you needed.
Archie fiddled with some settings on his camera, instructing you on a few head shots until he was satisfied. "That's it!" he cheered, "You like it? Obviously we'll work on better lighting for the videos, and there'll be editing--but I think this suits you."
Peering over his shoulder, your heart soared at the work of your favorite camera man. "Oh, Archie! That's perfect... If you'd just shown me that I'd definitely think it was the real deal." you gasped, and he grinned at you cheerfully. "How about a lunch break before we get back to work?"
The two of them muttered some hushed agreements, nodding absentmindedly as Priscilla looked over the photos and they returned to the scatter of papers and film on the table. "Yeah, yeah, you go ahead, honey." Priscilla cooed, waving a hand over her shoulder carelessly before tilting her head and squinting her eyes at one of your drawings. "Oh, what do you think about--no, that won't do... but maybe?"
With a hushed chuckle, you shook your head at the two of them and backed out of the room quietly. It almost seemed as if they were more excited than you were, but your stomach was rumbling and you needed something to eat before you started chewing on paper like a goat. Only, along the way toward the exit you paused outside one of the studios at the sound of Tom's voice.
Peeking inside, you smiled at the sight of his mop of curls bobbing--the smile faded to a grimace as you realized he was in no position to talk at the moment. You trailed a little further into the room and shot a tentative smile to one of the crew members who nodded to you, no longer surprised by your presence. Many times before you'd sat in on Tom's filming days, as he had done yours, but never before had you seen him at work with his most frequent costar.
Her name was Melaina, a startlingly attractive woman with what you were fairly certain was the world's most perfect face, and she was the star of most of Tom's work. You had nothing against her, having run into her quite a few times at work and never being anything short of pleased with her sweet and charismatic aura, but man was it hard not to feel inferior as you watched the two of them in action. It was as if they knew what the other would do before they even moved, connected on some spiritual level that boosted their chemistry to an astronomical level.
Tom's body was glistening with sweat and oil, his eyes dark and hooded with lust as he towered over her. The muscles in his back, chest, and arms all rippled with every move he made and caught the light just right, and you found yourself shifting on your feet subconsciously as you watched. Your hands twitched with the desire to push that one stubborn curl out of his face as it slid across his forehead, heavy and sodden with sweat.
Melaina gave a breathy moan that had you swallowing down a lump in your throat, her hands raking down Tom's chest only for him to swat them away and pin them to the bed above her head, "No touching!" he snapped, voice booming through the cavernous room, and you nearly groaned in sync with his counterpart. Too many times he'd growled those words to you, just like that, and the heat between your legs throbbed at the memory.
"Please, daddy," Melaina wailed, "I wanna cum!"
For a moment you rolled the name around your tongue, pursing your lips as you pondered what it would feel like to call Tom such a thing. It didn't feel right though; a sour taste compared to the deliciously sweet way sir rolled from your lips. His low, devilish chuckle brought you back to the present as you focused on the scene before you.
With a long, drawn out roll of his hips, Tom leaned down to Melaina's ear and spoke, "Bad girls don't get to come, darling."
Oh, fuck.
Hearing that name, that one little word, spill forth from his lips in reference to someone other than yourself ignited a certain flame within you that you hadn't felt in quite some time. It was green; everything tinged green in your vision like the sickening tone of the clouds before a treacherous storm. Jealousy wasn't something you wore often, but hearing that was enough to sit the crown of envy heavily upon your head.
Almost as if he could sense it, sense your turmoil, Tom's head tilted back until he looked you heavily in the eye. Your jaw tensed as he continued to push his hips harder through Melaina's cries and pleas, fingers clenching into fists as you tried to get yourself under control. It didn't mean anything.
You and Tom were nothing but friends with benefits, heavy on the benefits and light on the friendship, and this was his job. Hell, it was your job too! It didn't mean a damn thing.
His eyes never strayed from yours as that familiar pinch formed between his brows, his entire body growing rigid. He was brutal with the force of his hips, his hands groping roughly at Melaina's perfect ass and his lips parting in a silent 'o' that grew wider and wider until--there it was. His eyes locked on yours, Tom thrust twice more as a gritted laugh burst from his chest and he stilled completely. She mewled beneath him like a vixen, arching off the bed and crying, "Yes, daddy! Cum for me!"
He knew. His haughty smirk, ticked jaw, and glinting eyes told you well enough that he knew exactly what you were feeling, all the bitter and envious thoughts swirling through your mind. He knew, and he was thoroughly enjoying the way you were rooted in place under the weight of all your jealousy, your eyes locked with his and unable to break free.
"Cut!"
The sound of the clapper snapping and the director's loud shout startled you out of the strange limbo of envy and hunger you'd been trapped in. Tom muttered something to Melaina with a flirtatious grin that made your gut twist, and she laughed loudly whilst slapping a hand across his chest playfully. Suddenly, you weren't so hungry anymore, nor were you entirely interested in speaking to Tom.
You were out of focus for the rest of your day at work, earning disgruntled and concerned stares from your two colleagues who were working tirelessly to perfect all of your plans before the test shoot the following day. All of your thoughts were consumed with Tom, though, and it left you feeling nauseous. Never before had you cared much at all that he was with other women, knowing it was just a day's work for him, but seeing him with Melaina had truly rubbed you raw in the worst way.
The ache between your legs didn't make your heart flutter for the moment. Instead, each time you moved wrong and felt that persistent twinge, it made bile creep up your throat and your face burn with a mixture of bitter emotions. It wasn't that you were suddenly craving more from Tom--because you weren't, and as much as you enjoyed his company you weren't interested in a relationship.
Inferiority was a hell of a bitter pill. That was the root of the green eyed monster that was steadily taking control of you; Melaina made you feel inferior, and you hated it more than anything. Clearly he found her to be a better costar than you, considering he'd not once requested you even after starring in your own special. That was the first strike.
But, was she a better lay than you? Did she feel better, make him feel better than you? Did she talk dirtier, obey faster, and mold herself into whatever he wanted better than you? What if you weren't the only one he invited into his own bed at night?
By the time you left work the sun was setting, hours had passed, and you were exhausted from your racing mind. Usually Tom would have come to find you after he finished filming, but he hadn't and that bothered you. You knew it was probably all a game to him, a way for him to get you all riled up and tease you for it, but you weren't playing. You didn't want to play his games today, and when he finally texted you that night you left all of his messages on read with an acrid taste in your mouth.
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"Ready for the big day?"
A peculiar sense of deja vu washed over you as you opened your dressing room door to reveal Tom perched on the other vanity seat, a tiny smile twitching at his lips and a twinkle in his eye. You really should have expected him to be there considering he'd been eagerly talking about watching you film for days, but after ignoring him you were more than surprised to see him waiting patiently for you to arrive. The door shut with a dull click, and Tom watched you closely.
Whatever he was playing at, you weren't going to bite--today was a big day for you, and nothing was going to distract you from your work. "What are you doing here?" you asked, huffing as your voice cracked and robbed you of your attempt to play it cool.
He just chuckled, a hoarse and airy sound, and licked his lips, "You think I'd miss the chance to see my girl touch herself for hours?"
His girl?
The words swirled around your brain the entire time you got ready, Marlena eyeing you curiously as you twiddled your thumbs quietly and payed no mind to either of the two people in your presence. What the hell did he mean by that? Why did your heart go on the fritz at those two silly words?
"Are you mad at me, lovie?" Eyes flickering over to Tom, you grew hot under his speculative gaze. Head tilted to one side, brown eyes narrowed slightly, and lips puckered in a tiny pout that made you swoon, he asked, "Have I done something to upset you?"
In the mirror you could see Marlena fighting back a smile, looking between the two of you with quivering lips as she held herself back from interrupting the moment. "No," you muttered, dropping your eyes back to your fiddling fingers, "I'm just nervous."
You didn't have to look to know that Tom was smirking, the sound of his soft laughter cluing you into the fact well enough. There was that deja vu again, your mind traveling back to that first time he'd sat in your dressing room and asked if he made you nervous. Teasingly, he asked, "Am I making you nervous, darling?"
Rolling your eyes, you huffed, "No."
Tom's eyes were all over you the moment you stepped onto the set and dropped your robe into an assistant's waiting arms. Clad in a skimpy lace negligee with nothing underneath, it was understandable that he'd be quite enraptured--never before had you worn something so dainty for your work, nor had you ever worn anything quite like the transparent scrap during any of your visits to his apartment. Even you yourself were quite enthralled by the look of it, having admired your reflection in the mirror for ages before finally joining the crew to start working.
As you soaked up the warm, tingling sensation of his ravenous eyes trailing over every inch of your body, you slowly relaxed into his presence. All the thoughts of Melaina drifted away, and you were biting back pleased smiles each and every time you acknowledged his gaze. It felt nice; it felt like it had every time he'd watched you film before, only better because now you were finally fully enjoying your project.
He hung back beside Priscilla in front of the big screen which displayed all the different camera angles whilst you ambled your way around the set. It wasn't complete, but it was enough for you all to get an idea of what the final design should be. A queen sized bed with dark, silk sheets in the center of a warmly lit stage, piled high with pillows of all sizes--already you were imagining towering bed posts with chiffon curtains framing the beautiful space.
There was one camera posted at the foot of the bed which was to be the main view point for the video. Climbing aboard you shifted until your bottom was posted over the scribbled X and leaned back onto your elbows, your knees propped up and spread wide. "How's this look?" you called out, craning your neck to see Priscilla, Archie, and Tom.
"Slide up a bit," Archie bellowed back, "a bit more--that's it! Oh, fuck, that looks amazing."
Having slid up the mattress half a foot, your head fell onto the bed of pillows that were finally within reach. From your new vantage point you could admire Tom, and the sight of him was enough to already have your thighs dampening. It seemed as if he were unsure as to where to look, his eyes flickering back and forth from the blown up, pixelated version of you to the real deal hastily.
The angle was awkward, and no matter how hard you stared he never made eye contact. It was then that you realized he couldn't see your face, at least not the real one, and a certain thrill sparked within you. Trailing your fingers over your stomach slowly, you reached for the frilled edge of the fabric and bit back a giggle as he tensed all over.
Licking your lips in time with Tom, you shouted, "Should we get started, then?"
Within seconds the clapper was dropped, and Priscilla boomed, "Test one, rolling!"
It was strange having to force yourself to look into the camera, rather than avoiding it so as not to ruin the flow of a scene. But, after a few moments of running your hands over your body and trying to get into the right mindset, your mind drifted away from the crowded room and into your own personal bubble. In there, that secret place you escaped to, it was just yourself and Tom.
Your body heated as you pictured him in place of the camera. In your vision he was bare and glistening, just for you; sitting on his heels with his knees spread apart and his hands ghosting over his length languidly. So many nights you'd laid before him like this, aching and begging for his hands to take the place of your own.
"Show me what those fingers can do, darling." he cooed, voice silky and sweeter than honey. It was a stark contrast to the dark, all-consuming pull of his brown eyes that lusted for you greedily.
Breathing a little harder, you tugged the stretchy lace further down your chest until your breasts were exposed to the chilled air. Tom's eyes glimmered, his tongue swiping over his lower lip, and you desperately wished it were his lips wrapping around one of your pebbled buds instead of your clammy fingers. Your eyes fluttered shut for a second as you imagined it; reminiscing on the sensation of his hot, silky tongue swirling around your nipples and tugging them delightfully into his mouth.
It was incredibly hard not to cry out for him as you descended further into the scenario you'd created for yourself. Nevertheless, you swallowed down all the whimpers of his name that bubbled to your lips eagerly, instead whining soft noises that even turned yourself on. "Love those pretty sounds, (Y/N)." he always hummed down your ear, scorching breathe fanning all across your neck.
The facade didn't fade as you opened your eyes again with heavy lids that begged to fall shut again. You tugged hard at one of your rosebuds in sync with Tom's harsh pull over his cock, and your back arched as you gave a loud cry. He moved his hand faster and clenched his eyes shut for a second as he groaned, "Enough teasing, lovie, show me that perfect pussy. Wanna see you cum all over your fingers f'me."
You couldn't have agreed more. Your heat was hot and dripping, your thighs slipping across the sheets a little more easily as you pooled your juices onto the mattress longingly. Tracing your fingers over the swell of your chest and down your stomach, you peeled your flimsy gown back until it was all bunched up beneath your breasts.
Tom watched with baited breathe, held perfectly in sync with your own burning chest, as you teased your fingers all around where you ached to be touched the most. Just as you finally dipped the tip of your middle finger into the slick, a shuffle and quiet laugh shattered the vision of Tom. You huffed in frustration the buzzing in your veins dulled and your hand fell limp over your bare middle.
"Cut!" Priscilla shouted, and even she sounded frustrated as you sat up and ripped your negligee back down, "That was really good, (Y/N)! Wanna have a look?"
You did, but you could barely hear the words coming from Priscilla's mouth as you took in the scene before you. There was Tom, hands cupped over his crotch like they always were when he watched you film, but this time he wasn't watching you. Instead, he was entirely focused on Melaina who stood beside him with one dainty hand stroking his arm, the other twirling the skirt of her sundress lazily.
Your blood boiled to life once more, but no longer was it out of desire for Tom. Pursing your lips, you called back to Priscilla, "No, let's just keep going." He was still engrossed in his hushed conversation with her, and you added pettily, "Might I remind some of you to be quiet on set!"
Melaina's stifled giggle turned the green hue in your eyes red, but you took a deep breathe and resisted the urge to roll your eyes. It didn't mean anything, it didn't mean anything, it didn't mean anything. The mantra echoed through your head as you did your best to keep your ridiculous envy at bay; Tom wasn't yours, nor were you his, and you had nothing to be jealous of.
You did, however, roll your eyes at the sight of Tom's devious smirk. It only widened at the action, and in spite of your wish to pretend he didn't affect you, your thigh clenched subconsciously. "Sorry, darling, we'll be quiet." he hummed, greedily soaking up the distasteful purse of your lips with his eyes.
It was harder to get back into the groove once the cameras started rolling again. Tom's image wavered in place of the camera, your mind clouded with all the conflicting emotions you were feeling, and no matter how hard you tried you just couldn't get back into that bubble. You pushed through, though, and picked up where you'd left off.
"Look at you," Tom simpered as your fingers dipped into your slick once again, your jaw slackening as you toyed one finger through your entrance, "absolutely dripping for me. Does it get you off to see me with another woman?"
What the hell was that? His words were like a record scratch in your mind, your fingers recoiling from your throbbing core in shock. Trying again, you changed your direction and drifted your fingers to your clit with a soft sigh. Closing your eyes to shut out his smirking face again, you rolled the soft pads over your bud and felt your lips part in a hushed moan.
How easy it would have been to keep them closed and push yourself over that edge with nothing but the sensation to edge you forward, but you knew that wouldn't make for a satisfying watch. So, begrudgingly, you opened your eyes again to the scene you'd created for yourself. Tom was sitting on the bed now, his legs spread wide before him to leave space for you between, and his length was laid against his thigh lazily. The tip was weeping and blazing red, a thick drop of pearly precum making your lips tingle with desire.
His hands wrapped around the footboard of the bed, gripping the solid wood so tightly his knuckles turned white and his arms rippled with unbridled strength. All that muscle, the sinewy, languid curl of hard muscle beneath soft flesh pulled taught in restraint; it was enough to have you drooling. Your fingers slipped easily from your swollen clit to your slit, and you dipped the tip of your middle finger inside with a choked cry.
Tom moaned back at you, his cock twitching as he flexed his stomach, eyes glued to the tight clench of your cunt around your fingers. "Fuck, lovie, do your fingers feel as good as mine?" he asked, "Does that pussy feel as good as hers?"
What the fuck?
Melaina's giggle echoed through the set, piercing the thickened air and startling you nearly as much as the wild turn your imagination had taken. Growling angrily, you slapped your hands onto the mattress beside you and pouted, "Are you fucking kidding me?"
"Sorry, I'm so sorry!" Melaina squeaked, sounding so genuinely apologetic it only irritated you further, "Stop it, Tom, you made me laugh."
Sitting up once more, propped up on your hands, you scowled fiercely at the sight of Tom's arm draped over her shoulders and his head dipped low to whisper in her ear. His eyes were trained on you, though, and you knew damn well that coy smirk that teased at his lips was meant for you alone. Melaina gripped the hand over her shoulder tightly as she stifled another laugh, eyes twinkling to match the beaming smile on her face.
Backing his lips away from Melaina's hair, Tom faced you dead on as his head cocked to the side playfully. Narrowing your eyes, you scoffed as he winked at you. That bastard! You flopped back onto the bed with a growl, wanting nothing more than to kick him off the set, but you refrained. You knew it would only cement what he'd already figured out within his head; it would prove that you were without a doubt, one hundred and ten percent jealous.
"How about we take five, everyone!"
You practically threw yourself off of the bed, snatching your robe from the timid assistant with a huff before stomping off the set entirely. What was he playing at? It was one thing for Tom to toy with you, but to purposefully throw you off when you were working? That was low.
Alone in the small room, you dropped your head onto your vanity with a loud groan of annoyance. So many new emotions were swirling around you, plaguing your mind and twisting your gut up into knots so tight you actually felt ill. You couldn't even begin to unravel the twisted mess to pick apart all the different things you were feeling.
There was a quiet knock on the door, and you didn't have to look to know who it was. "G'way!" you grumbled, hissing angrily when the door opened anyways, "I said--"
Tom crashed his lips to yours, choking your words and the muffled squeal of surprise that escaped you. Pushing his weight onto you and pinning you to the chair, he bit down on your lower lip until you whined pitifully, pulling away to look you heavily in the eye, "You ignored me last night."
"So? I wasn't feeling it." you retorted, the almost lie making your stomach flutter. "Is that why you're trying to ruin my test shoot? Another bullshit punishment?"
He gaped at you for a moment, his lips parting in surprise as he blinked down at you wordlessly. But, just as you were settling into the triumph of finally rendering him speechless, he sputtered a sinister chuckle and smirked. Clicking his tongue reproachfully, he tutted, "Are you jealous, darling? Is that what this little tantrum is about? Are you jealous of Melaina?"
The words of your imaginary Tom echoed in your ears, the thin flesh and cartilage heating up in embarrassment as you scoffed, "No, why the hell would you think that?"
Smirk widening, he leaned close to nuzzle his face into your ear as he hummed, "Mm, I think you're lying, lovie. I think you were jealous watching me fuck her yesterday, and today you're so bothered you can't even perform. Envy is a hell of a thing, wouldn't you say?"
His lips sucked on the tender skin of your earlobe, drawing the faintest of whimpers from your lips, and he released it with a dramatic suckle of a wet, sloppy kiss. He whispered tauntingly, "Did it make you jealous to see me cum for somebody else? To see me fuck Melaina instead of you?"
"N-no-- oh, fuck."
Tom's fingers dragged heavily through your folds, a gush of your juices immediately flooding into his open palm in response. His thumb rolled over your clit faintly, teasing the rapidly swelling bundle as he chuckled right into your ear, "Don't lie to me, darling."
That stupid name that he'd called her made you steel your resolve, stubbornly repeating, "'M not jealous, Tom. You can fuck whoever you want."
His fingers plunged into you to the knuckle, earning a loud gasp as your hands flew to his arms and clutched him tightly. "Yeah? 'S that so?" he asked, nipping the hot skin of your neck until you whined desperately, "Think I'd like a taste then, love."
This was certainly turning out far better than you'd expected. With a racing heart and a quivering breathe, you gasped, "Please, Tom." Tom's eyes narrowed at you, his expression hardening as he pinched your hip in warning. "Please, I want you to have a taste, sir."
He grinned, patting your cheek in a playful slap as he cooed, "There's my good girl. Spread your legs, darling."
Obediently, you eagerly spread your legs until your thighs were digging into the sides of your chair and shaking as you fought to keep them splayed so wide. The lace of your negligee was pulled taught and curled up over your hips at the movement, exposing all of you to Tom's greedy eyes. He licked his lips as he gazed down at his fingers still buried inside you as deep as they would go, flexing the two digits and closing his eyes as you cursed and clenched around them.
You crooned as he pulled them out and thrust them back in slowly, curling until the tips dragged over your spot lazily. "Please, sir, want your tongue, too." you pleaded, digging your thighs further into the seat as you rutted down onto his once again motionless fingers.
His eyes snapped open and he quirked his one ruffled brow playfully, "Yeah? You want my fingers and my tongue?" Tom dug the pad of his thumb into your clit deeply, pressing your button down and making your entire body spasm from the harsh stimulation, "I don't know if you deserve both, lovie. You're lucky you're even getting my fingers."
Whining, you threw your head back childishly and ground your hips into his fingers indignantly. He kept them steady, only slightly brushing your g-spot through your forced motion, and his free hand clamped down on your thigh in a bruising grip. "Please!" you begged, "Please, sir, I'll be so good!"
Your pleas molded into a shout as his lips closed suddenly around your clit, his thumb sliding aside to spread your folds open for him as he sucked at your sensitive nub harshly. Tom's fingers pulled out slowly before slamming back into you, his fist effectively punching your core and making you ache, but you moaned and begged for more. Each forceful blow pushed his fingers right into your spot, the tips curling to drag against your upper wall with every motion.
In mere moments you were seeing stars. Your stomach was tightening beyond measure, that coil winding so tight you feared you might break when it finally snapped, but you met each thrust of his hand with a jerk of your hips eagerly. His tongue flicked against your clit in rapid kitten licks, sparking your body to spasm violently each time. "I'm so close, sir!" you gasped, digging your nails into the armrest of your seat as your back arched in pleasure, "I'm gonna--"
With one last long, hard suck on your bundle, Tom pulled away from you completely. His fingers ripped away from your dripping slit and slid in between his glistening lips, that tongue swirling dramatically around the digits as he sat back on his heels much like he had in your imagination. Gaping, you huffed, "What the hell, Tom?"
He grinned devilishly, "Admit you were jealous, and I'll let you cum."
Sputtering, you spat out, "I told you I wasn't jealous."
"Mm, but I know you're lying, darling," he teased, eyes glinting playfully, "and I want to hear you admit it. You wanna cum all over my fingers and my tongue?"
You nodded hesitantly, swallowing the lump in your throat as you whispered, "Yes, sir."
He leaned in close, his nose brushing against yours and his lips ghosting over your own as he whispered, "Admit you were jealous."
Closing your eyes, you took a deep breathe. You felt hot all over with embarrassment, your skin burning and your blood boiling beneath, but fuck, you really wanted that sweet release that only he could give you. So, with trembling lips, you whispered, "I was jealous."
Eyes still closed, you jumped as his fingers brushed over your clit in a feather light touch. He pressed a slow, soft kiss to your lips that had you chasing him for more when he backed away and asked, "Are you still jealous?" One finger toyed with your slit, drawing a harsh line up and down your entrance as you resisted the urge to push further into his hand.
"Y-yes."
He chuckled, and your eyes snapped open as he backed away from you, his hand disappearing from your core. His eyes were dark in a ruthless stare as he stated, "You need to learn to share, love. Stingy girls don't get to cum." And, just like that, he retreated from the room leaving you staring after him in utter shock.
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You weren't sure what you were expecting when you rocked up to Tom's apartment that night following his typical, "You up?" text. What you most certainly had not expected, though, was to find Melaina sprawled out on his sofa in nothing but a sheer negligee--nothing at all underneath. In a strange sense, you figured you should have seen it coming; what better way for Tom to torment you than to make you face the root of your jealousy?
"Mm, on second thought," you hummed, pursing your lips as you took in the woman's sensual form upon his couch, "I think I'll be going."
Turning to leave, you crashed nose first into Tom's hard chest with a muffled grunt of surprise. His hands crept around your waist in a lazy fashion, dragging the fabric of your shirt up until his warm palms found the icy chill of your bare skin. It sent a shiver down your spine, much to your own chagrin.
He pouted, jutting his lower lip out at you tauntingly as he leaned close to brush his nose along the high point of your cheek. "You've only just got here, darling," he mused, "I missed you last night. You left me all alone."
It was really pathetic how easily he broke through your walls. Despite your tireless efforts to re-stack each brick he knocked down, the feeling of his soft lips ghosting along the supple skin of your cheeks had those same cinderblocks crumbling to dust. A gentle kiss on the apple of your cheek, a fleeting peck at the slope of your forehead, one slow trail along the angle of your jaw--you were putty in his hands when his lips finally found your own.
Even as his tongue traced the outline of your lips, you desperately tried to fight his hold on you. Grumbling into his mouth, "I'm sure you could have found company elsewhere--"
Tom bit down on your lower lip, hard, and pulled until it snapped back with a loud pop that made you whimper. Yet, his eyes were tender in a way you'd never seen before as he gazed down at you longingly, whispering, "I wanted you, though."
Yeah, you were fucked.
Breathing a little heavier, you gave into your more animalistic desires in spite of the jealousy and irritation that still boiled deep within your veins. A childish, prideful part of you boasted over his words; he'd wanted you! Not Melaina, not anyone else, just you. It was utterly ridiculous.
Tom's brown eyes were warm, inviting, and curious as he waited for you to make the next move. You could see the questions bouncing around behind them; would you leave? Would you stay? But, there was a familiar glimmer of mischief buried behind the thick honey gaze that had you waiting for the other foot to fall.
Taking your lack of movement as an answer, a desire to stay, Tom pressed another kiss to your lips. Long, slow, and mind-boggling--it felt like your soul left your body with the way he curled his plush lips into yours. Already you were heating up, your body buzzing and growing hotter with desire in each second that passed.
You clawed your fingers into the hem of his shirt, scratching your nails along the flesh of his lower abdomen in a futile attempt to ground yourself. It was a frantic plea to him to hold you there, to keep you from floating away as his kiss took you to higher places. He gave a gentle hiss into your mouth at the sting, but pushed harder into your face as his hands inched higher up your back to toy with the band of your bra.
Fingers gently swept the collar of your shirt down, exposing your neck as fuller, softer lips ghosted along the line of the fabric. Wait--lips? Jumping, you reeled back from Tom's face with widened eyes to find Melaina blinking back at you, eyes blown wide with lust.
"What are you--"
Tom popped the clasp of your bra with ease, looking down at you with darkened irises. "Is this okay?" he asked, glancing at Melaina who was waiting beside your twisted, intertwined bodies for approval.
Her fingers swirled slow, tingling circles on your hip, lip caught between pearly, white teeth as she watched you with enraptured intensity. Two minutes ago, the word no would have spilled from your lips without a moment of hesitation--but now? Now, as your eyes lingered on the swollen, bitten lower lip that called for you to taste it; as you trailed them lower to admire the perfectly soft curve on every inch of her body, it wasn't so clear.
There was a supple rise of her chest with every breathe, hardened nipples poking through the transparent fabric of her dress. Rounded breasts upon a gentle, sloping waist, wide hips that certainly gave way to a perfect handful of ass and thigh, all leading the eye down the length of her sculpted legs. Melaina was like a work of art, and every inch of her that you admired sent tingles through your body.
Glancing back at Tom, you nearly moaned out loud. Her eyes burned the side of your face, but it was nothing compared to the heat of Tom's stare into your very soul. It sucked the breathe out of you and left you feeling dizzy, your vision darkening until all you could see were the artful angles of his face.
You spoke hoarsely, swallowing down the lump that formed in your throat, "Yes."
Tom's mouth parted against yours in an instant, his hot tongue slipping inside and making your eyes roll back as Melaina pressed her body against your side and latched onto your neck. Sucking, biting, rolling the soft muscle of her tongue all along each sharp nibble to soothe the tender flesh--it was an overload of sensation all at once. You didn't know where to put your hands as they both crept theirs all over your body.
It was impossible to decipher where one ended and the other began. Whose hand was that gripping your ass? Whose were peeling your bra straps down our arms under your sleeves? Who was slipping their thumbs along the waistband of your pants, tickling your hot, sensitive skin?
Moaning, you gasped, "Please!"
You weren't even sure what you were asking for, but Melaina quickly stepped aside to let Tom pull your shirt over your head as your bra fell to the floor at your feet. He admired your chest for a long moment, palms cupping the swell of your breasts as his thumbs rolled over the stiffened peaks of your nipples, earning a muffled groan from you. Licking his lips, he stepped back and waved the eagerly waiting woman forward.
As Melaina devoured your chest, you followed him with your gaze through heavy lidded eyes. He watched on with an indecipherable glint in his eyes, lips glistening with a mixture of your saliva and his own. Those long lashes fluttered as he dragged his tongue slowly over the plump of his lower lip, nostrils flaring in a sharp inhale as if he were tasting you all over again.
Her lips were wrapped tightly around your left nipple when he finally disappeared behind you, a shiver wracking your body when his fingers caressed the arch of your spine in a fluttering touch. Chest pressed warmly to your bare back, he dipped low to mix his own marks with the ones she had left behind. You dropped your head back onto his shoulder, lulling to the side to expose the entirety of your throat to him in submission.
When had he removed his shirt? The bare skin of his torso was scorching on your back, matching the heat of his tongue dipping in your collarbone in time with a twirl of hers around your other nipple. Fingers, hands, lips, tongues everywhere; your body was reaching its boiling point.
"Come to bed with us?" Tom's husky whisper directly into the shell of your ear had you whining, arching your back until your behind rolled harshly into his crotch. His length ground into you roughly, a quiet groan escaping his lips at the stimulation, "Fuck, darling, you like this?"
Weakly, barely able to focus through all the pleasurable touches to your body, you whispered, "Yes, yes, sir. Please."
You should have known it wouldn't last. You should have anticipated the shift in Tom's attitude, revealing his true intentions to you as he lead you by the wrist into his bedroom to find a dining chair at the side of his bed. But, you blinked up at him dumbfounded as he held up a silk tie before your face with a devilish grin.
Melaina stretched out on the bed with a hand between her legs, knees propped open wide as she touched herself lazily and watched you closely. Glancing at the tie, then the chair, and then Tom's arrogant smirk, you mumbled, "What is that?"
He just chuckled throatily, grinning as he hummed, "Sit in the chair, darling." You blinked again, frozen in place, "Sit, now, or I promise you'll not like the outcome."
Instinctively, your knees crumbled until you fell into the chair with a frown. He snatched your wrists roughly, twisting them behind the back of the chair until the backs of your hands touched and you whined in protest, "That hurts, Tom."
He pulled further, a sharp ache burning through the muscles of your arms as they dug harshly into the back of the chair. "Watch it, (Y/N)." he growled.
"Sorry, sir." you muttered pitifully, eyes downcast to avoid the amused smile on Melaina's face, "What's going on?"
Tom didn't answer you for a long while, taking his time to tie your wrists with the tie until he was certain you couldn't break free. Testing the restraints, you pouted as the fabric didn't yield in any way to your tugs. He hummed under his breathe in appreciation, though, stroking a finger up the length of your arm as he rounded to face you again.
Melaina sat up and leaned into the arm he reached out toward her, your gut twisting bitterly at the sight of her purring under his touch like a cat. "I told you, darling, that stingy girls don't get to cum." he restated his words from earlier, and your body burned with embarrassment, "So, I'm going to teach you to share. You're gonna sit there and watch me, and you're going to deal with it like a big girl. Understood?"
"But I--"
"Do you understand?" Tom hissed, eyes narrowing in a fierce glare that dared you to challenge him further. You couldn't miss the way his fingers twitched, the familiar sting of his palm on your behind ghosting over the skin in anticipation of impact. He remained rooted in place, though, leaning into Melaina's body that was steadily wrapping further around him.
Her lips were on his chest, leaving a flurry of angry purple marks that made you want to scream like a child. "I understand, sir." you grumbled, slumping into the seat.
He smiled, "Good."
It was as if you disappeared from the room entirely in that instant. He turned to Melaina, completely absorbed in her presence as his hands slid around her waist to grab fistfuls of her ass. Groaning, he squeezed the flesh tighter until she whimpered. Your own body ignited in shame and jealousy, fingers clenching into fists that tugged uselessly against their bonds.
The sound of their lips smacking as they kissed, wet and sloppy sounds that echoed in your ears, made you want to whine. How had it come to this, when only moments ago they were kissing you like that? Was this the only reason you were here?
You watched on with an aching core, racing heart, and sweaty palms as the heat intensified between them. There was that chemistry you'd witnessed on set--their movements so in sync it seemed as if they were connected spiritually, a perfect flow of seamless give and take. It was almost painful to watch.
The jealousy that tore you to shreds was not from a desire to be the only woman in Tom's life, though a selfish part of you did secretly relish in the thought. It was an aching, grotesque and petty desire to know that you were the best. You were jealous of the way he found pleasure in someone else, when all you wanted was to know that you were unmatched. You were jealous to feel his touch on your body, and some part of you was growing desirous of hers as well.
It was a purely physical sort of envy; no feelings attached. Or, at least that's what you told yourself. In some sense there had to be a sort of emotional drive behind it, but it was easier to tell yourself it was stupid pride instead of murky, confusing feelings.
Your eyes clenched shut as you bit back a huff of frustration. Melaina's moans grew louder, until she shrieked, "Please, daddy, wanna feel you!"
There was a smack and a rustle, and when you opened your eyes Tom had shoved Melaina flat onto her stomach. The skin of her still rippling ass was reddened in a blazing hand print, his hand rubbing over the mark soothingly. "You wanna feel daddy's cock, princess?" he growled, "Think (Y/N) deserves to watch?"
"Yes, daddy," Melaina murmured, "want her to watch. Want her to see how good I make you feel."
The green eyed monster in your head was stomping circles through your brain, screeching over the cruelty of the situation. Yet, you kept your lips pursed shut as you glared back at Tom with just as much ferocity. He wasn't going to see you break; you'd come out of this on top, you were sure of it. You weren't going to let him see that she'd hit the root of your jealousy right on it's ugly, rearing head with her words.
You scoffed, and he glared at you with a sort of intensity that made your legs quiver, but you faced his scowl head on with a ferocity of your own to match. You wouldn't let him see that she'd hit the root of your jealousy right on its ugly, rearing head with those words; if he wanted to play, then you were going to play just as hard.
Or, maybe you were just emboldened by the fact that he hadn't called her darling again. Either way, you stared him in the eye until he looked away from you with a clenched jaw and twitching hand. Your first, and only, victory of the night.
It was torture. He moaned as he pushed into her, eyes clenching shut and hands squeezing at her flesh desperately when he bottomed out with his hips buried into her bottom. Yet, you couldn't decide which method of suffering was worse; to keep your eyes opened or closed.
Open, you had to watch his face contort with pleasure and the way he interacted with her eager, willing body. Closed, you had to listen to the sounds they made and feel the way your body reacted in accordance. You were dripping onto the seat, angry tears pooling in your eyes, and your arms were going numb from their restrained position.
"Eyes open, darling." Tom ordered, and you bit back the curse that bubbled to your lips. He watched you with hooded eyes until you met his gaze, immediately blocking you out again to focus on the messy, fucked out woman on his bed. She was wailing, and you were trying your best not to join in the chorus.
He was going an an unrelenting pace, each brutish thrust of his hips eliciting a strangled cry from Melaina. She was clawing at the sheets, incrementally crawling away from him until he pulled her back with a forceful tug of her hips. "Daddy, 'm gonna cum!" she moaned, breathless.
You squirmed in your seat, bottom sliding slickly over the wooden surface from how much you'd pooled into it. "Come on, princess. Cum f'me." he urged, voice strained as he rocked his hips faster into her. The sound of skin against skin mixed with the damp sounds from his force into her slick echoed loudly through the room, but it was unparalleled to the unrestrained scream the tore from her throat.
Watching with wide eyes and strained, clenched thighs, you gasped as Melaina arched into the bed wildly. Her actions were so over the top you'd have assumed they were theatrics, if it weren't for the way you could see her physically quivering with full body shivers. Fuck, why couldn't that have been you?
Tom pulled out of her roughly, turning on you and clambering off of his bed to lean over you. His hands wrapped around the arms of the chair tightly, the muscle of his arms rippling as he gripped it so tight the wood creaked. "Learned your lesson yet, darling?" he demanded, nose to nose with you.
Nodding desperately, you gasped, "Yes, sir."
He disappeared from view, Melaina still crumpled into the bed and spent as she breathed heavily. When his fingers brushed your wrists, untying them slowly, you nearly wept with relief. Finally, he was going to touch you.
Pulling you up from the chair, Tom gripped your chin firmly as his thumb tugged at your bottom lip. "Want me to touch you, darling?" You nodded, begging him with your eyes and whining when he chuckled, "You have to earn it."
He sat back on the bed, scooting until his back was propped against the headboard with his legs spread wide. Patting the space between them, he beckoned you forward until you were perched between his knees on your own. You yelped as Melaina crept up behind you, hands sneaking up the skin of your back until they rested lightly on your shoulders, but you relaxed into her touch as she pressed a feather light kiss to your neck.
As she nipped at the skin, blossoming a new mark amidst all the ones she'd left before, Tom grinned deviously. "Let's make a deal, darling," he breathed, "if you can stop yourself from cumming all over her tongue, I'll let you come on my cock."
You squeaked as her fingers dipped down the front of your body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake as she drew nearer to where you were aching for any sort of touch. Deep down you knew how hard it would be not to finish at any sort of stimulation due to how worked up and ravenously needy you were, but if there was a chance to get Tom where you wanted him then you were going to take it. So, you nodded, "Please."
Melaina pushed you forward until you were bent over, propped up on your knees and elbows. Tom's length was straining against his thigh, and he flexed as your slightly frantic breathing blew across the sensitive skin. He reached out a hand to caress your cheek before winding it to the back of your head, pulling you closer until you wrapped your lips around the tip.
You groaned in sync with him as you felt her blow a cool breeze on your clit, your legs nearly buckling as she forced them apart with her hands. Stars were bursting behind your eyes the very moment she drew a line through your folds with her tongue, but Tom's shove against your head kept you grounded. Focusing, you pushed forward until your nose was buried in his pelvis and he moaned loudly.
Her taste was still all over him. Pulling back until you only held his tip in your mouth again, you swirled your tongue around the head and parted your lips to let your spit soak down his length entirely. You looked up and blinked at him coyly, flattening your tongue under his tip and sucking hard until he clenched his eyes shut and raked his nails into your scalp roughly.
Going down again, you gagged around him and tears sprung to your eyes when he held you there. He was choking you, but you weren't thinking about air--all you could think about was how hard it was not to reflexively clamp down each time Melaina tweaked your clit just right, sending spasms through your entire body.
You were fighting hard to keep from going overboard, your stomach twisted up in knots so tight you felt compressed. Explosive, even. He was moaning above you, dragging your head up and down his length slowly, and there were shockwaves of vibrations in your core as Melaina hummed along with him.
Finally, as you took all of him again and squeezed his thigh with your nails digging in, Tom hissed and pulled you off of him. "On your back, now." he commanded, and Melaina jumped back just in time for you to hastily slide into position. "Fuck, need you so bad, darling."
His hands were hot as they slid up your thighs, spreading your legs apart until he could slip between them and crawl over your body. "Needed you last night, lovie, but you decided to ignore me like a brat." he growled, and you flinched as he dropped to his elbows over you suddenly, "Don't even deserve to feel me, you know that?"
"Please," you whined, "I'm sorry I ignored you, I'll never do it again."
Tom dragged his tip roughly through your folds, scowling at you when you bucked your hips into him, "Do that again and you'll go back in the chair."
You froze, and he hummed in approval before continuing his teasing. Up and down, up and down, up and down, he dragged himself over your entrance and clit until you were shaking with need. Each slow rock of his length through your folds was adding fuel to the fire raging within you, your eyes threatening to roll back from the surface level stimulation alone.
After what felt like an eternity, he finally eased into you slowly. You moaned breathlessly, clenching around him and fisting the sheets in a plea for him to just fuck you already. "Fucking love your cunt, darling," he groaned, eyes falling shut in bliss, "perfect little pussy, all for me. This all mine, lovie?"
"Yes, sir." you groaned, arching off the bed as he pushed deeper against you, "All yours."
He pulled back, dragging slowly against your walls until he slipped out of you entirely and left you feeling empty. But then he forced his way back in roughly, jolting you backward on the bed under the force of his thrust. Your lips opened in a silent yell, hands flying up to claw at his back desperately.
Tom's face dropped into your shoulder, mouthing open kisses into the skin that burned like fire. He picked up his pace with a steady, deep roll of his hips against yours that made you shiver all over. Your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, trapping him against you as you gripped his shoulders heavily.
Your eyes were clenched shut in pleasure as you felt him continue to push roughly against that spot deep inside, sending sparks through out your entire body. The coil in your belly had already been strung so tightly you'd feared you'd burst at the first moment of contact, but you were doing your best to fight it off. You wanted this moment, this feeling of him filling you to the brim, to last forever.
But, Tom shuddered above you and moaned into your ear, "Shit, 'm not gonna last, darling."
He pushed deeper into you with his next thrust, grinding your hips into the mattress as he put his weight behind it. You yelped and your hands left his back to find his face, pulling his lips down to yours in a feverish kiss. It was sloppy, all tongue and clashing teeth, but it matched the desperate, animalistic rhythm of his hips perfectly.
That coil inside you was sparking now, fizzling with pent up energy just begging to burst. "Please, please, please, let me cum, Tom." you begged, and he groaned as you said his name, "Please, Tommy!"
With a sharp snap of his hips, Tom pushed off the bed on one elbow and reached his hand down to the apex of your thighs. His fingers met your clit harshly, swirling rapid circles around your swollen bundle as he stared down at you like a starved man. "Say my name again, darling."
"Tom!"
His fingers moved faster, harder, deeper in time with his thrusts that pushed you to heights you'd never felt from him. His eyes were clenched shut and his lips pulled back in a grimace, jaw clenching as his curls slid all over his forehead in a sweaty mess. He looked beautiful like that--all messy and fucked out, desperate to reach that high that you were pushing him toward.
Your legs were shaking wildly, and your stomach was burning as your muscles began to contract. It was the buildup to the explosive release, and you cried out, "Gonna cum, Tommy, yes! You feel so--oh, fuck!"
Wailing, you clamped your legs around his waist and squeezed your eyes shut so tightly it hurt. The coil snapped and you shrieked, his tip ramming into your g-spot over and over as he fucked you through your high. It felt like you couldn't even breathe, couldn't think, couldn't anything anymore. All you could do was feel him inside you, pushing through your pulsing walls as his fingers continued to rub your clit like a madman.
"Fucking--fuck!" he gritted, hips faltering, "Love it when you say my name, (Y/N). Sounds so perfect coming from your pretty lips."
You were desperate to get him there, feeling the way he was shuddering with each thrust as his body protested the exertion. "Tom, please," you begged, feeling the coil in your belly tightening up again, "cum for me. Wanna feel you fill me up, Tommy."
He slammed into you harder than he had all night, making your pelvis ache but you saw white. The world faded away as you burst into the crescendo again, your throat burning as you cried out loudly. Just when you were about to tap out and push him away because it was all too much, he rolled into you deeply and collapsed onto your chest.
So high in your own climax, you barely felt his cock pulsing against your walls as you milked him of every last drop. It was the warmth, though, that brought you back down to earth. The deep, warmth that filled you up had you sighing and sucking in air desperately, blinking up at the ceiling as Tom breathed heavily into your neck.
The two of you laid there like that for awhile, fighting to catch your breathe as your hearts raced against each other's chests. It wasn't until your vision finally cleared and you could breathe a little more freely, though, that a thought popped into your head, "Where did Melaina go?"
Tom laughed, his chest rumbling against yours as he nuzzled his face into your shoulder with a tender kiss to the sweaty skin. "Mm, don't know. She probably left."
"Oh," you muttered, "I didn't notice."
You hoped he didn't notice how you smiled as he hummed back, "Neither did I, darling."
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Curled up in Tom's bed, you shivered as his fingers traced lazy shapes into the bare skin of your thigh that was draped over his own. On his night stand sat two abandoned cups of tea, growing colder by the minute, but neither one of you was in any hurry to reach for them. You were content to just lay there in his embrace, soaking up his warmth.
This was what you'd grown to love the most over the past few months of hooking up with Tom. The sex was great, the orgasms mind blowing, but the time spent just enjoying each other's company afterwards was your favorite part. It felt nice to just be close to him, to feel connected to him in a more domestic sense.
"You know there's nothing to be jealous of, yeah?" he asked, suddenly, and you craned your neck back to look at him curiously. His cheeks were reddened slightly as he peered down at you with tender, timid eyes.
Sheepishly, you shrugged, "It's ridiculous, I know."
He frowned slightly, but the crease between his brows melted as you blinked up at him with wide eyes. "Nothing you feel is ridiculous, (Y/N)," he stated, "and it's okay to be jealous. You think I never felt shitty seeing you with any of the other guys you filmed with?"
The flush on his face deepened at his confession, but you grinned. He felt it too? "Really?" you asked, trying your best to keep from giving him total puppy dog eyes.
"Really." he repeated you, snorting when you grinned wider, "And, you don't need to be jealous of anyone. You're the only one who ends up right here in my bed, like this. Only one I want to be here, darling."
You buried your face into his chest with a flustered giggle, and he chuckled as his arms wrapped around you a little tighter. In a desperate need to keep things from getting too serious, still raw over everything you'd felt the past couple of days, you teased, "Mm, I'm only here for the tea--Tom!"
He dug his fingers into your ribs, fighting through your squeals and slaps as you tried to escape him. Easily, though, he got the upper hand and rolled until you were pinned beneath him. With twinkling eyes, a mixture of emotions you couldn't read, he taunted, "Admit it, (Y/N), you're in love with me."
In love with Tom? Your mind went blank as you stared up at him, but he just grinned down at you. There was a little flutter in your belly, and his eyes sparkled a brighter at your shiver. He knew. He knew the truth.
"Nah, it's definitely the tea--"
"Why, I oughta!"
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peterbenjiparker · 2 days ago
Drunk friend Peter being so clingy and confessing his feelings to you while crying cause you are just so beautiful and he can't compete with your exes and you're all like: Peter I'm glad you can't cause I hate my exes, they were jerks
sweet || p.p
summary: peter calls you from a frat party after getting drunk to get over you while you were out on a date
word count: 1.7k
warnings: mentions of drinking, suggestive, fluff, swearing
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“You're here!” Peter beamed when your gaze met his across the frat house. “Hey, y/n,” he called out, waving his hand to catch your attention. He leaned back against the kitchen counter, beckoning you over with the beer bottle that he held loosely in between his fingers, his cheeks flushed and gaze hazy, “over here!”
Clutching your phone to your chest, you surged through the crowd, making your way over to him. “You came,” he breathed out in awe, a drunken smile on his face as he stumbled and you caught him by his arm to stable him, “I didn't think you'd show up.”
“Peter,” you said with a head shake, taking the beer bottle from him, “you called me at three in the morning - drunk.” You sighed, pulling him in as you heaved a sigh of relief, “I was worried about you.”
His breath hitched when you pulled him into your chest, your warm fingertips caressing the back of his neck, his curls tickling your skin. He blushed, tucking his face in the crook of your neck, “I'm sorry,” he whispered, nuzzling your collarbone as you giggled, “I didn't want to worry you.”
“Its okay, Petey,” you cooed. Petey, god, for a second he forgot how to breathe. your voice was sweet, words pouring in his ear like honey. He almost whimpered when your nails scratched his neck lightly and his gaze flickered to the beer bottle in your hand.
He inhaled sharply as the night came back to him in flashes and he remembered why he stumbled into the frat party with Harry - his roommate who was nowhere to be seen. he was here because he wanted to forget.
He wanted to forget you.
“How was your date?” He asked, trying to be as casual as possible but the bitterness seeped into his words.
“Um,” you hesitated as your face fell, “I-I It was...” he picked up his head from your shoulder to meet your tired eyes, his heart breaking at the sight of your exhausted features - guilt weighing down on his heart.
You were here at three in the morning to pick him up after he called you - drunk. You were here, you left everything to be here to take care of him. You probably left him - your date alone in your bed to come look after peter because you cared about him.
You've always been so sweet to him. He had known you for years - since freshmen year of college when he moved in with you. You were his roommate but eventually he fell hopelessly in love with you when you flirted with him for twenty seconds.
To you, peter was a friend - a best friend that you'd come to adore. You were an angel, you stayed up with him to help him study for exams, you made him coffee when he pulled all nighters alone. You took care of him when he got hurt on patrols, you were there for him no matter what.
you did all of it because he was your best friend. maybe, he would always be your best friend but that didn't matter. what mattered was you were here and not with your stupid date - you were here with him.
“You know...” you laughed nervously, “the date was - ” he waved his hand dismissively, reaching for the beer bottle to drop the conversation all together but you stepped back, your gaze narrowing at him. “no, peter.”
“C'mon, y/n - ” he whined as he reached for it again but you set it down on the kitchen counter and reached forward to take his hands in yours.
“No more drinking," you said, holding his hands down as he pouted, “no - you're done for the night, alright?” Your arm circled around his waist to support him, “let me take you home.”
He reluctantly slipped out of your hold as he swallowed thickly, “w-what about your date?”
“Peter,” you clicked your tongue as you held him close, “he went home - it's three in the morning, dumbass.”
He blinked at you, “he's not at our place? but i thought...”
“Why would he be at our place at this hour?” Your brows furrowed, “it was shit, pete. the date sucked - he sucked. i left half-way through it. he would not stop talking about his stupid ex and her bangs...”
Peter felt relief wash over him at the same time a wave of guilt crashed over him for being happy for your ruined date. “ah, that sucks,” he chuckled to himself, “and here i was thinking you ditched sex to take care of your drunk friend.”
You pinched his side as you led him out of the frat house, “you jerk,” you laughed when he squealed, rubbing his side. Ii'd ditch sex - literally everything to come make sure you're alright. You're more important to me.”
Heat rushed to his cheeks and he gulped, the liquor in his veins taking control of him, “i'm important to you?” He whispered and you nodded with a puff of laughter and he paused at the entrance, “y/n,” he breathed out and you turned to look at him as the chill of the night kissed his cheek, “would you...um, nevermind it's stupid.”
“What?” you asked, taking his hand in yours encouragingly as concerned reached your eyes, “what is it?"
“Nothing...” he shrugged, “its stupid...i'm not like the guys you go for.” His voice waiverd and you raised your eyebrows at him as his throat closed up.
“Peter - ”
Ii'm not tall," he sniffled, “you like tall guys, like, crazy tall. you - you like,” he reached up to wipe his wet eyes with the sleeve of his coat, “I can't even raise my voice at you, but MJ said you like guys who are mean. personally, i think that's pretty fucked up but i'm still not what you would want.”
“Peter,” you held up your hands as a smile broke out on your lips, “hey - ”
“You're so...so beautiful,” his breath hitched as he grabbed your hand, holding but in between his as he looked up, “you say your hair looks like a rat's nest in the morning but I-I love it. I love your rat's nest and your fuzzy socks. you sing to yourself sometime, you know that? It's crazy, you don't even notice when you do that but i love that too.”
“Y/n," he inhaled sharply, blinking at you as he tilted his head to the side, “angel, I-I love you and i have for years. I came here because i wanted to forget about you but i couldn't because I...I love you so much.”
“Peter...” you stepped in, slipping your hand out of his hold to reach up for his rosy cheek, your thumb caressing the apple of his cheeks as you leaned your forehead against his, “why didn't you tell me?”
“I didn't want to ruin our friendship,” he said sincerely, looking down at his feet, “you mean so much to me - I can't lose you over my stupid feelings.”
You tipped his chin up to meet his eyes, “you are not gonna lose me,” you smiled at him as you leaned in. “I promise.” You whispered against his lips and he froze, his heart racing in his chest as your lips hovered over his. you nudged his nose with yours, “I love you.”
He sucked in a breath, his eyes growing wide, “you - ” he squeaked before clearing his throat, “you do?”
“Yeah,” you nodded, grinning at him, your eyes crinkling, “i love you - I've loved you for so long, pete - ”
“Why?” he asked, backing up against the wooden door of the frat house as the thoughts in his head grew louder than the music blasting inside. “why would you love me? I am nothing like the guys you have dated - ”
“ - the guys i dated are all jerks,” you let out an exasperated sigh, holding his face in your hands, “but you - you are the most beautiful person I've ever met. you are kind, you are generous and you care. you have so much love in your heart, peter.”
He blushed, looking away from you as he smiled at you shyly, “i'm a nerd.”
“A hot nerd,” you said, turning his face to make him look at you. “You are so fucking smart, pete - I love when you are talking about quantum physics or your web guild formula - I love it when you talk science to me, it turns me on a bit actually.”
He laughed, shaking his head and you giggled as warmth tickled your cheeks, “it does! you're so smart, pete. it's not a bad thing, you are a genius. You work with tony stark for fuck's sake, you are - ”
You leaned closer as your voice dropped to a whisper, “you are spider-man. god, peter. you are so much more than what I deserve...those jerks I've dated are nothing compared to you. You are a lovely person and i love you.”
He smiled at you, warmth blooming in his heart, spreading under his skin like wildfire as you wound your arms around his neck, pulling him into you. “I love you,” he whispered as you pulled away.
He brushed your hair aside as he held your face and his eyes dropped to your lips, “can...can i kiss you?”
“Yeah no,” you pulled away from him as you broke into a fit of giggles, “no, no, no, pete - ” You held up your hand, “I can't kiss you. you're drunk. I'm not sure if you're going to remember this in the morning. we can do that...later when you're not tripping over your own feet.”
“Trust me, i'd remember if you kissed me right now,” he breathed out, “you're unforgettable, sweetheart.”
You beamed at his sweet pet name for you, “I can't kiss you on the lips...” you trailed off, leaning in to press a chaste kiss on his cheek, “will this do for now?”
He smiled at you dopily as he hummed, “you are my dream girl.”
You chuckled, “okay, pete, we'll talk about us in the morning,” you kissed his forehead as your fingers curled around his wrist, “let's get you home.”
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𝐢 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞
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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ↣ 𝗉𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎.
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 ↣ 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿
𝐰/𝐜 ↣ 0.𝟩𝖪
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ↣ 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾!
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2 hours.
you had been waiting for peter to arrive at your dinner date for two hours. he’s been late to plenty of your dates which did leave you upset for some time, but you always ended up forgiving him because you knew he was a busy guy. he’s spiderman for god's sake. this however is a different case. it’s your one year anniversary and he promised he would be there on time. clearly that promise was broken. 
getting up, you decided to leave. you apologized for the inconvenience to your waiter and walked out the door. you drove back to your shared apartment with peter and changed out of your clothes. you took a quick glance at yourself in the mirror before changing, and regretted all the effort you put into how you look. you made sure to wear peter’s favorite dress on you and spent so much time making sure your hair and makeup looked good for him. you sulked after changing and made your way to your bed.
not so long after laying down and watching TV, your phone started flooding with messages from peter.
“babe i’m so sorry” 
“i got caught up with some stuff” 
“i’m at the restaurant now, where are you?”
you let out a bitter laugh at his last text. “where are you?” you read over and over. he seriously had the audacity to ask where you were at as if he expected you to continue waiting for him to arrive.
bullshit.
you turned off your phone not wanting to see him leaving you countless texts and phone calls. setting down your phone, you continued to watch TV, trying to get your mind off of peter. being the annoying pest he is, peter made his way to your guys’ apartment and called out your name as he walked in. you rolled your eyes, wishing you had just stayed with a friend for the night. 
“y/n?” peter called your name as he walked into your shared room. “y/n i’m so sorry. i know i promised i’d be there on time, i really intended to. something came in the way and–”
“i don’t want to hear your excuses anymore.” you cut him off.” peter, i'm sick and tired of always being a second choice in your life. i know you’re spiderman and i know you have things to do. i would never tell you to neglect that life for me. but is it so hard to take some time out of your day for me?” you finished.
“you are never a second choice to me. i’m sorry i haven’t been making you a priority. it’s unfair to keep you waiting all the time for me and if i could turn back time and do things differently, i would. i swear i will never neglect you again. i’m so sorry, y/n.”
“i hope you mean it pete. i forgive you, just please stay true to your word.” you replied, not wanting to drag this on.
“i promise i will.” he reassured. “am i…. allowed in the bed? if you want me to sleep on the couch or even at neds place, i will. whatever your most comfortable with. actually, i’ll head for the couch–” 
“peter shut up and come to bed” you chuckled at his attempts to make you comfortable with him.
cautiously, peter crawled into bed with you and kept his distance, still doing his best to give you some space until you weren’t fully upset with him anymore.
“you know you can get closer” you teased.
“o-oh, okay” he stuttered and made his way closer to you, wrapping his arms around you in the process.
“can i… um– can i kiss you?” peter tripped over his words causing you to laugh at him.
“pete, stop asking so many questions” you murmured before pressing a kiss to his lips. “i’m still upset but i’ll get over it as long as you keep your word”
“i swear on my star wars collection i’ll keep my word. if i don't, i'll sell the entire thing and even give you all of the money.” peter said seriously, looking at you right in the eyes.
laughing, you took him up on his offer and drifted off to sleep.
peter never had to sell his collection.
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