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viwihere · 4 years ago

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spiderman just fucking the hell out of me in his suit and being extremely cocky and flirtatious pls 😭 love u

The Suit Stay's On

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: smut, degrading, praising, unprotected sex, swearing, Dom Peter, rough sex, etc

Summary: After many months of wondering what sex with Spiderman feels like, you finally get to experience it.

Note: Peter Parker x female reader

All characters in this story are 18+

Also, Need To Know by Doja Cat is basically what song represents this entire story lol

Enjoy :)

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Working as an assistant for the Avengers came with some pretty good benefits.

The pay was great, you even got your own room at the Avenger’s Tower. The only thing was that you ran errands for the infamous Tony Stark. The man was insane, but you still got to hang out with the world-famous Avengers.

Although you knew some of the Avengers, Tony wouldn’t let you mingle with all of them. Especially, the masked ones. The ones with their hidden identities.

Spiderman had always fascinated you.

The way how he was effortlessly swinging across the city of New York, using his strong and durable webs to get him to his destination or to fight crime, really turned you on.

I wonder what those webs can do…

His suit also showed his alluring muscles. The way how his biceps poked out his suit… fuck… staring at the masked hero made your panties stick to your pussy.

“So… who is this Spiderman? Is he cute?” You asked Natasha while you two ate lunch together.

“He’s alright. Young.” She spoke.

“Young… like 22? 24?”

“Early twenties.” She replied.

“Oh… what’s his name?” You asked, prying to see if Natasha would reveal anything about your current crush.

She glared at you, giving you the side-eye before she dived back into her salad.

“Oh, come on… what about his zodiac sign?” You asked again.

“Y/N- you know I can’t say anything about him. If Stark wanted you to meet him, you would already.”

“But Nat! He’s- he’s just so hot!”

“Who’s hot?” Someone asked.

You turned around to see Peter, the intern.

“Mind your business, Parker.” You snarked before you took a bite out of your sandwich.

“What? I can’t know what you two are talking about? It’s my lunch break too.” He spoke, grabbing a seat across from you.

“Y/N here is talking about her newest crush, Spiderman…” Nat spoke, a slight smirk on her face.

“Spiderman? What about him?” Peter questioned.

“Nothing.” You blurted.

“Don’t act like you weren’t just gawking over him!” Nat teased.

“Natasha!” You yelled, not wanting Peter to know about your crush since he did work with Spiderman as well.

“You like Spiderman? Since when?” Peter asked, now highly interested in this conversation.

“Since he saved my life? I told you two about what happened like a year ago…” you spoke softly, remembering the traumatizing moment.

You were held at gunpoint, a masked vigilante about to pull the trigger if you didn’t hand him your purse.

You threw it on the ground, crying, begging him not to hurt you.

You were young, you still had your life to live. Flashes of your family and friends filled your eyes.

Was this the day I die?

Suddenly, a man dressed in red and blue attire swings in front of you, pushing the criminal onto the concrete.

You gasp, backing away as this strange individual kicks away the gun in the thief’s hands, tying him up in what looks like webbing, and pinning him to the ground.

You stand in shock, tears stained on your face as you stare at the person who just saved your life.

They grab your purse, slowly walking towards you.

“Hey… it’s alright… your safe now. Here.” He hands you your purse, all your valuables still inside.

“T-thank you… thank you so much…”

“No problem. Are you alright? You look pale…” he spoke softly, his voice comforting you.

“I’m- I’m okay. I’ll be alright…”

“Okay… good. I’m gonna get his ass to jail, you stay safe alright?” He spoke, his hand on your upper arm, squeezing it slightly.

“Uh… yeah… I’m- what’s… what’s your name?” You asked, intrigued by who just saved you.

“Spiderman.”

Ever since that day, the name Spiderman has stuck to you.

You wondered who he was. You assumed he must be good-looking, his voice, the curves of his body making your assumption correct. And his kind heart. You knew he was a sweetheart. Someone who would die for a stranger at any time of day, no matter the circumstance.

You fell for him.

And you didn’t even know what he looked like.

Sometimes, his name would slip out while you touched yourself.

You just imagined his thick cock, fucking your brains out until you can’t walk anymore. Fucking you so hard that you lose vision in your right ear and hearing in your left eye.

That hard.

Even with such a kind heart, you knew he had a bit of cocky-ness to him.

You had seen him again. Working for the avengers got you more chances to get to know him, get to know the man behind the mask.

He was charming. Sweet. Caring.

Even though your interactions lasted not more than 5 minutes, he still somehow left a mark on you.

Oh, how you wished he fucked you in that tight suit of his.

So, now you were madly in love with who Spiderman was, and you needed to get to the bottom of it.

“I remember, yeah you um… you told me.” Peter spoke, playing with his food as he gazed at you.

“Yeah well… he’s cute. I like him. And I need to figure out who he is! The other day I spoke to him, and he was being so charming to me. Flirting with me! I just know he likes me or something! I dunno… it may be a long shot, but I just need to… I just need him inside me… I know… too much information, but I’m being honest here people.” You explained, not making eye contact with Peter.

Natasha let out a laugh, glancing at Peter's shocked face.

“I’m sorry! I’m just being honest!” You defended.

“You… you want… him inside- inside you?” Peter mumbled, now nervous.

“Yes. No questions asked. I’ll do anything for the man. If he wants me on my knees, he doesn’t need to ask twice.”

Peter started coughing, out of nowhere. His hand was on his chest as he tried to get his act together.

Natasha was now smiling and giggling like a manic.

What the hell is up with these two?

“Well… I’m telling you right now Y/N, I’m most definitely positive that Spiderman likes you back. At least a little.” Natasha spoke.

You gave her a little grin.

“Yeah… he likes you. I can… I can tell.” Peter spoke softly.

“Well, since we now know he likes me, I’m going to come up with a plan that ends up in Spiderman fucking me senseless.” You spoke, a devilish grin on your face as you thought about this filthy plan.

Little did you know, Peter was coming up with his dirty plan too.

Tony Stark was known for throwing huge, fabulous parties. Whether it was someone’s birthday or just a regular Thursday, he would plan extravaganzas in a heartbeat.

It was Saturday night.

You had the night off since you were attending this random party Stark was throwing at his penthouse above the tower.

You knew the avengers would be there.

Usually, Spiderman would barely show up, if anything he would stay for 15 minutes and then leave, but tonight, your gut was telling you that he was going to be there.

You put on your best dress, did your makeup for the first time in a while, fixed your hair, and put on your most uncomfortable but sexy high heels.

Spiderman would see what he was missing out on.

You walked out to the bar, nearly tripping as you stepped around party guests.

Fuck, should’ve never worn these damn heels.

“Hey Nat, lemme get a tequila shot please?” You asked Natasha who was playing Bartender tonight.

You never knew why she liked being behind the bar, but she seemed to enjoy mixing drinks and talking to random socialites.

“Yup- Woah… Y/N! Wow… I might just take you into my bedroom right now…” Natasha flirted, gazing at your outfit.

“Oh stop!” You giggled, liking her compliment.

“Who are you dressing up for?” She asked, pouring the liquor into the shot glass.

“You know who…”

She glanced at you, a smirk on her face as she handed you your drink.

“Let’s hope he shows up tonight, Y/N. You look too pretty for him not to see you. If he doesn’t show, I’ll be runner up.”

You laughed, playfully rolling your eyes.

“I’ll keep that in mind Romanoff…”

A couple of tequila shots later and you were stumbling around the penthouse, looking for a place to sit down.

“Damn, these fucking heels!” You complained as you walked outside, towards the balcony. Thankfully, nobody was outside, so you had the entire balcony to yourself.

You sat down on the bench they had, slowly bending over to take off your shoes. They had been killing you all night. Not only did your feet hurt, but your heart did too. Spiderman didn’t show up.

Heels tossed to the side as you leaned back on the bench, gazing at the magnificent skyline of Manhattan.

You closed your eyes, resting your inebriated body as you got comfortable, feeling the wind pass by your skin.

Suddenly, the wind stopped.

You opened your eyes, confused.

“What the-”

Your mouth was left wide open as you stared at the person standing in front of you.

Spiderman.

“Hey… what are you doing out here? You are missing the party.” He spoke, gazing down at you.

“I- I um… I’m tired. My heels- they- the heels are hurting my feet.” You stuttered.

Shit, maybe I need another drink, so I won’t be so fucking nervous around him.

He chuckled, moving, and sitting next to you on the bench.

“Why- why aren’t you at the party? This is an Avenger’s event. You’re an Avenger, right?” You spoke, admiring his arms.

Fuck, I want him to choke me.

“Had some things to take care of. But I’m here now, aren’t I?” He spoke, his head slightly titling as he admired your outfit.

How your beautiful breasts spilled out that tight dress of yours.

“Dressed up for me?” He teased.

Your eyes widened.

“Uh… uh… I um… no… no. I didn’t. I dressed for the party!” You blurted.

Damn woman, you forgot how to speak?

“You dressed for the party?”

“I did.”

“Hm… that’s a shame… thought you got all sexy for me since you have a crush on me.” He chimed.

You swear your heart stopped.

“Word got around that you like me. Said you wanted me inside you. I don’t even have to ask if it’s true, because with the way your heart is fluttering and how your panties are about drenched right now… I can confirm you dressed up for me, and me only.”

Yup. My heart stopped.

“I- I um… who… oh gosh…” you mumbled, now terrified that Spiderman knows your secret.

“Got you all nervous now? You weren’t nervous when you said that you’d be on your knees for me in a heartbeat.” He teased, his fingers gliding across your thigh as he talked.

You gazed at him, wanting no more than for him to just fuck you.

“No more chit-chat, Spidy. Yes, I like you. Now, let’s get on to the part where you fuck me. Show me what those webs do.” You voiced, a new sense of confidence washing over you like a wave.

He smiled under his mask.

The next thing you knew, you were naked on your bed, pussy soaked as Spiderman himself stroked his thick cock as he admired your bare body. Precum leaking from the pink tip.

“Such a pretty pussy…” he soothed, using a thumb to rub circles around your clit.

Peter’s mouth watered at the sight of your slick folds.

So wet, just for me.

Spiderman was stubborn. He told you that he would only fuck you if he wore his suit. You desperately wanted to see his face, see who would be inside you, but he protested.

Regardless, you would still get dicked down by the person who made your breath hitch by just standing.

Thankfully, Peter recently installed new mechanics onto his suit that allowed him to remove the bottom half of his suit without taking the entire thing off. It came in handy when he needed to pee, or when he was about to fuck you senseless.

Plus, Peter being in his suit made him feel even more confident, his dominant side coming out in an instance.

You’ve never seen a cock that big. It was how you imagined it, thick, veiny, and hard.

“Fuck spidy… is it gonna fit?” You asked, concerned.

I know I said that I wanted him to split me open with his dick, but not literally!

He chuckled.

“I’ll make it fit.”

Suddenly, he impaled you. His thick cock filling you up. You gasped, holding onto your bed with much force. You’ve never been this full before, the feeling was overwhelming. All you could do was gasp for air.

“So tight…” he whispered to himself.

You opened your eyes watching as he thrust in and out of you, his huge hands on either side of your body, holding you tightly.

Oh, how I wished I could see his face. See how good my pussy fucked him.

Peter’s face was scrunched up, lines forming between his eyebrows, lips in a tight line. He was taking in how good you felt, how his tip grazed across your cervix with each pound he made into you.

You told him to fuck you, and that’s exactly what he was doing.

Your moans filled the room, profanities and incoherent sounds escaping your mouth as your body jerked harshly.

Peter watched as your breasts jumped up and down, moving to his rough movements with ease.

“Oh fuck! Spidy! Oh. My. GOSH!” Your screamed eyes rolled to the back of your head.

"If you keep making those sounds, I'm not going to be able to stop myself." Peter spoke, continuing his thrusts.

“Don’t stop! Oh gosh- don’t!”

His thrusts increased, finding a rhythm. The steady rocking of his hips, fingers gripping on your thighs, causing the tips of your fingers and toes to curl.

“Spiderman!” You cried out, tears beginning to fill your eyes.

Suddenly, he picked you up, holding you tightly as he moved you over to the wall, not even taking himself out of your pussy.

Pinning your back against the cold surface, he held you up as he continued his rough thrusts.

Peter was moaning, cursing, grunting, pulling, and tugging at your skin, fucking you with such force, he thought that he would break you.

“Talk like a slut, you’re gonna get fucked like one.” He groaned into your ear as his hand wrapped around your throat, choking you slightly.

At this point, you were now cock drunk. You couldn’t even correlate what the man was saying as his cock tore you up from the inside, out.

You could only focus on how fucking full you were. You could feel him in places you never knew existed. Tears fell on your face each time his cock grazed your cervix. Your makeup was now ruined. It felt so good, you didn’t want him to stop. You wouldn’t even be mad if he fucked you into a casket.

It sent Peter into a frenzy when he watched as your mascara ran down your face. You were a babbling and crying mess, and he couldn’t be prouder.

“You asked for this princess. Don’t go crying now.” He spoke, his thrusts beginning to get sloppy.

“So- so good! I’m- I’m- I’m gonna… fucking cum!” You cried, teeth chattering.

With a few more thrusts, you found it harder to breathe. Your entire body shaking, your fingers gripping onto Peter’s suit. You were about to burst.

“Cum princess. Cum all over me.” Peter groaned.

He didn’t need to speak twice.

Walls clenched around him as your head jerked back, harshly banging against the wall. You didn’t care, your jaw-dropping orgasm took the pain away in an instant. It felt even better than heaven, you swore you saw actual stars above you.

Peter watched carefully as he mentally recorded your orgasm. He watched as your jaw shook, how your legs wrapped around him tightly, and how you let out the loudest roars he’s ever heard.

He would save this moment for later.

He let you cum undone on his cock, making sure you finished before he pulled out letting you down gently on the floor.

“On your knees.” He demanded.

You swore you would get on your knees, no matter what.

Peter didn’t care that you couldn’t even think straight, he wanted you to live up to your words.

“Hurry up, I’m gonna cum.” He moaned, stroking his thick cock with his shaky fingers.

You got on your knees, body shaking with aftershocks of your orgasm.

You gazed up at him, soft whimpers leaving your mouth as you sniffled, your tears now staining your face.

“You look so pretty when you cum, you know that?” He praised.

You couldn’t even speak. You just looked up at him.

“Mm, fuck… I’m gonna cum! Shit- I’m gonna let out a load! Show me those pretty tits, princess.”

You grabbed your breasts, pushing them up for Peter to cum on.

“Shit!”

White strands of his warm cum came blasting like a cannon. He wasn’t kidding when he said he would let out a load. He painted your breasts, marking you as his territory.

His moans ran around the room, eyes rolling back as he continued to cum.

Shit, how much cum does this man have stored in there?

Finally, he finished.

Heavy breathing filled the room mixed with your soft whimpers, cum dripped off your hard nipples.

“Oh, princess, you couldn’t look more perfect… fuck…” Peter groaned, admiring how you looked like his complete mess.

“H-help me… up…” you spoke softly.

He helped you up, your legs about to buckle as he quickly moved you to your bed.

He grabbed some napkins that you had on your nightstand, and he gently cleaned up all his cum from your breasts, even the cum on your floor.

He threw away the drenched napkin, before making his way back to you. You were sitting on the edge of your bed, naked and in shock, basking in the aftereffects of what just happened.

“You alright?” He asked softly, his hand on your cheek.

“I- I don’t think I’ll be able to walk.” You replied.

He chuckled.

“Yeah… you should take a couple of sick days…”

A couple? More like an entire month.

“You know… you could make me feel better if you just showed me your pretty face?” You spoke softly, trying to convince him.

“…Maybe next time princess. It would ruin all the fun we just had.”

You glared at him, rolling your eyes.

“Say, would it make you feel better if we went for round two? I bet it can.” Peter spoke, with a grin.

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viwihere · 4 years ago

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Gone | t.h.

Summary: tom is back from shooting cherry, but he’s not okay.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3 Teaser | Part 3

Part 4 Teaser | Part 4

this moodboard was made by the amazing b @worldoftom i’m in love with this so it has to go on the series post 💕

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viwihere · 4 years ago

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🥺🥺😌

Peter Parker x Reader Smut

Sub!Peter fic

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When you and Peter first started dating, nothing sexual happened, just a few kisses here and there, and occasional make out sessions. As the weeks go by, you were more and more curious as to why the two of you hadn't slept together, but you never brought it up, you didn't want the poor guy to feel pressured.

Then one night, the two of you were watching Star Wars movies for the 70th time in his room, and let's just say that R2D2 was seeing some things he shouldn't be seeing. In the midst of a heavy make out session, you let your hand travel down to the slight bulge you had noticed in his pajama pants, and moved the palm of your hand over him, giving him a tiny bit of friction.

His hips instantly bucked up, and he removed his lips from yours. "Y/N?" He said, meekly as you moved to kiss and lick up the column of his throat, while continuing to palm his now, fully hard cock. You pulled back to admire your work, seeing the red marks scattered across his neck, "Yes sweetie?" You finally respond to the poor boy, who's gone completely red in the face. "Umm, I don't- I cant, umm" he stutters out, his eyes not meeting yours. You use your hand to lift his head so that he finally makes eye contact with you, "Use your words baby", and his eyes close as he lets out a strangled half sigh, half moan.

"Umm, we ca- can't do this" Peter says quietly, almost as if he was ashamed. You scoot away from him a little, so he doesn't feel overwhelmed, "And that's completely fine love, may I ask why?" You ask him softly. "I've never..." he starts, gesturing wildly with his hands and you immediately understand.

"Oh!" You say with wide eyes, and that gives Peter the wrong idea.

He jumps off the bed quickly, grabbing a pillow to cover his lower half, words coming out jumbled, "I knew it! You think I'm a weirdo! This is why I can't be with you! You- you need someone with more, experience and, and who knows what they're doing and that's not-" , he finally quiets down when your lips meet his in a slower, softer kiss than the ones you shared earlier.

You feel his tense shoulders relax and his lips melt against yours, and you finally disconnect from him only to say, "Pete, I promise I don't care that you're a virgin". The boy's face lights up, "Really? You don't?"

You shake your head and laugh a little, "I promise love, it's okay." He grins. "In fact, I find it kinda hot", you whisper the last word with a goofy smirk. The smirk grows into a smile when the younger boy blushes and says, "How is that?"

Before answering the question, you push him down into a sitting position on the bed, you let your hand travel across the expanse of his chest, and say "Baby, is it ok if I touch you?" Peter visibly gulps then responds, "Yes ma'am" before slapping his hand over his face.

"I'm sorry oh my god, I- I don't know where that came fr-" you silence him with your pointer finger over his lips. "Peter, it's okay." His eyes widen even more, at the display of dominance. "Baby, do you want to call me ma'am?" You ask him. He slowly shakes his head yes and you grin, "Perfect."

Y/N loved how easily he was falling into the submissive role. You hadn't had many partners before, but you learned very quickly that you didn't like being told what to do, and the dominant role came easy to you. You were going to tear this poor boy into pieces.

You kiss him again and move to straddle him, your legs enclosing his, and he lets out a light whimper at the pressure on his aching cock. "Don't worry baby boy, I'm gonna take care of you, ok?", he nods his head but that isn't good enough for you.

You grab his chin between two of your fingers and look straight into his eyes and say with a stern voice, "Peter, if anything is going to happen tonight, I need verbal confirmation every step of the way. Understand?"

"Yes ma'am" is squeaked out from the brown eyed boy, his eyes glazing over.

You grind your heated core against the tent in his pajama pants, the thin material giving him the friction he so desperately craved. He lets out a soft moan, his head falling back.

"Baby," you say and grab his attention, and he struggles to focus because of the way you're moving against him, "I'm going to ask you a question or two okay? I just want you to focus on not coming until I allow you" you tell him.

"Yes ma'am" he whimpers.

"I know you said you're virgin, but have you ever done anything?" you ask.

"No ma'am. I mean, I- fuck- I jerk off sometimes but that- that's it" he stutters out, trying his best to answer you.

"Oh, naughty boy", you playfully chastise as you stand up, hearing a whine from Peter.

That noise is turned into a moan as you quickly drop to your knees and mouth at his clothed cock.

"Y/N!" Peter exclaims, gripping at the bed covers.

After there's a nice, big wet spot on his pants, you move to pull them down. You're met with a nice surprise when there's no underwear underneath.

You look up at Peter, with a raised eyebrow and he blushes, "Well I figured that I would be watching movies here, then going straight back to my room to sleep", he answers the unspoken question.

Deciding to tease him a little you say, "Nah, I think you did it for easy access. Anyone who wanted a piece of you could just ask and I bet you'd say yes. Wouldn't you? Cause that's what whores do.", putting emphasis on the "dirty" word.

"What- no no no, I'm not a... that" Peter splutters out.

You grab his cock in your hand, the head flushed red, and you use your thumb to rub the precum around that has gathered at the tip, resulting in a high pitched moan from the boy. You slowly start to stroke him before saying, "I'm sorry, were you disagreeing with me?"

You pick up your pace, flicking your wrist when you come back to the head of his cock, watching in delight as his face scrunches up in pleasure. He shakes his head no, and you remind him "Words, Peter." with a harsh tone.

"No ma'am, I'm not disagreeing" he nearly sobs.

"Good. Glad you remembered who's in charge tonight."

Simply because you can't resist anymore, you lean forward and lick right up the underside of his leaking dick, over the prominent vein, and you end it by swirling your tongue over the tip.

Peter moans embarrassingly loud and looks down at you with wide, glassy eyes and says, "Y/N...", in a whiny voice.

You go back to just stroking him and say, "What is it? What do you want baby, talk to me." He huffs in frustration of not being able to formulate his words.

" I want- I want your mouth." He finally says, but you stay quiet, waiting. "Please" he says meekly and you give in. You finally take him fully into your mouth, moaning at the taste. You focus on going as deep as you can, then coming back up and paying attention to the head.

Minutes pass and you're surprised at how long he's lasting, so you pull off of his cock with loud pop, and say "You know for a virgin, you're lasting way longer than I thought."

"Yeah, I edge myself sometimes, work on stamina" he rushes out, in hopes of getting your mouth back on him.

However, his statement intrigues you. "Edging hm? I wonder how long you can go... wanna find out?" You tease as you leisurely stroke him.

"Nonono! Please no" He begs, "Just wanna- wanna cum" he finishes, hiccuping while trying to plead his case.

"Alright baby, maybe next time" you surrender. His face perks up at the mention of a "next time"

"Where do you want to cum? My mouth, my face, my tits?" You ask him and he doesn't even have to verbally answer. You know which one he wants by the way his eyes light up at the mention of possibly coming on your boobs.

You quickly stand up to take off your shirt and bra, and when you meet the eyes of the submissive boy, you're met with a look of awe. He stares at you as though you are a goddess and he is a mere mortal. It boosts your confidence and your ego, as you go to regain your position in front of him.

"Ok so this is how this works," you start and he's like a little puppy, the way his ears seem to perk up at your instructions. "You're going to jerk yourself off, until you cum all over my tits okay?", you finish, using your elbows to slightly push your tits up and together. His eyes flutter shut and he says "Yes ma'am" before he grabs his cock and starts to tug.

It's not long before he's moaning unabashedly and he's begging for release. "Ple- please ma'am, can I cum?"

"Hmm, I dunno, I think you can wait a little longer", you say with a cruel smile. He whimpers at your mean words and continues to stroke himself.

"Not gonna be able to hold on much longer" he whines out, voice strained.

Deciding to take pity on him, you finally tell him, "Fine you can cum. But, you make sure to keep your eyes on me or you won't cum for a week." you state in a harsh tone.

"Ok ok! I will I promise" he rushes out, starting to stroke himself faster and faster, approaching his climax.

You push your tits up even higher, and you even go as far as to sticking your tongue, just for the erotic visual.

"Fuckfuckfuc- Y/N!" Peter practically shouts as he shoots cum all over your chest, some of it going on your chin and tongue. Not even giving him time to recover, you jump up to his lap to give him a messy, wet kiss. He moans into your mouth, tasting himself and you. You finally break apart, running your hands through his messy curls, "How was that baby?".

He clears his throat before speaking but his voice still comes out a bit shaky, "It was amazing".

"I'm glad it was, now let's get you in the bath while I put your pajama pants in the wash, you can sleep over here tonight okay?" You say in a soothing, quiet tone. "Y-yeah, that sounds good.", the younger boy responds.

You stand up and you start to use your tossed away shirt to wipe of his cum, but Peter stops you, "Can- can I?"

Your eyes widen but you nod your head yes. You barely nod once before Peters tongue is on your breasts, licking up his release. And if that isn't the hottest thing you've ever seen, you don't know what is.

He finishes with a groan before dropping to his knees. "Peter, what are you doing?"

"Wanna take care of you too" he states as he starts to mouth and lick at your mound through your shorts. You moan before gently pushing him back by his shoulders, "As tempting as that is, tonight was and is about you, we'll worry about me another day." He opens his mouth to protest but you cut him off, "End of discussion.", you lean down to his ear to whisper, "Trust me baby boy, I have plenty of ways you can make it up to me. Just not tonight".

He whimpers merely at the thought of pleasuring you, and if that doesn't make you want to just eat him alive. Resisting temptation, you extend your hand to him so he can stand up, and you pull him along as you make your way to the master bathroom.

Perks of living in a multi million dollar compound.

You go straight to the large, jacuzzi like tub, turning on the faucet and letting it fill up. You pour some bath salts into it and hand Peter some body wash, "When it's hot enough, go ahead and get in and wash yourself. I'll be putting your pajamas in the wash and I'll be right back to get in with you, okay?"

He looks at you with a soft smile, "Yeah, okay.""Great", you go back into your room to grab his pants, leaving him alone before heading to the wash.

Soon enough, you make your way back in there, seeing Peter relaxed with his head back against the edge of the tub, his eyes closed. They open at the sound of your footsteps and he smiles fondly at you, before you fully undress yourself, and step in. You cuddle up to him and rest your head on his shoulder.

The two of you stay like that until you hear soft snores from Peter. You step out of the bath and grab a towel to wrap around you, and you go over to wake him up. "Pete, baby, gotta wake up so we can get you to bed."

His eyes flutter open, and he reluctantly steps out of the bath. You hand him a towel, then you go to drain the tub. You tell him to dry off, then go ahead to the bed while you grab his pants.

After returning with his pants, you see him sitting on the edge of the bed, fighting sleep, lazily rubbing one of his eyes with the back of his hand. You try not to aww out loud, because he is just so cute. You finally walk in, handing him his pajamas, then going to your dresser to grab an oversized band t-shirt to sleep in. You put your hair in your head wrap, and you walk to the bed that Peter has already gotten comfortable in.

"You wanna be big spoon or little spoon?" You ask him. You don't mind being big spoon, you actually kind of preferred it. Which is why you let a small smile creep on your face when he says "Little spoon" in a small, hushed voice. You crawl into the bed and let him cuddle into your chest as you wrap your arms around him.

"Goodnight Y/N." "Goodnight Peter."

Peter falls asleep to the sound of Y/N's heartbeat, and Y/N falls asleep to the sound of Peters shallow breathing.

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Hope you liked this! This is my first smut so it’s a little rough, and kinda anticlimactic but I enjoyed writing it.

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viwihere · 4 years ago

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The heel shoes 😪😪😼

#tom holland #gq magazine #photoshoot

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viwihere · 4 years ago

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Keep it pg ☠️

#tom holland #Spiderman #Spider-Man #no way home #Zendaya #mj #marvel #mcu

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viwihere · 5 years ago

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#tom holland #he’s such a diva

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꧁Blurb 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥꧂

Main || One-shots || Series

I realised I write a lot of blurbs and so I thought I’d put them all in once place. This is a collection from this blog and my old one (@parkerpeterholland).

This will be updated as I post. You can also track them with my tag #katiesblurbs.

Events

12 days of blurbmas

KEY = HC (headcanon) || 💦 (smut) || 💖 (fluff) || 💔 (angst)

The interview 💖

Plane journey (HC) 💖

First date (HC) 💖

Twins 💖

Going public // part 2 💖

The break-up 💔

Bafta 💖

Old-fashioned💖

Knitting💖

Make me (Mob!Tom) 💦

Marked 💦

Love and Pizza 💖

Slow dance 💖

Crazy in love 💦

Forget him 💦

Close the door 💖

Valentine’s day 💖

Perfect match 💖

The present 💖

Rainy day 💖

Voice of an angel 💖

Compliments 💖

Supermarket 💖

Monday Night 💦

Tease 💦

Frat!Tom // Part 2 💦

Praise me 💦

Dream // Part 2 💦

Other things 💦

Morning 💦

Adventurous 💦

Cute idiot 💖

Tess the matchmaker 💖

I’ve got you 💖

Hair 💖

Rich kid💖

Cute showers💖

Mario Kart 💖

Interview crash 💖

Small kick 💖

Co-star romance 💖

Dinner thief 💖

Fight to Fluff 💖

New positions 💦

Punishment 💦

It’s mutual 💦

Touch 💦

Truth or Dare 💦

Three can play that game 💦

Not all superheroes 💖

Tom taking care of you / movie night with haz 💖

Pet names 💖

Love making and warm cuddles 💖💦

Restless 💖

Paintball 💖

Talk show 💖

Tired cuddles 💖

Library 💦

Body shots // Part 2 💔💖

Halloween 💖

Homesick 💖

Hufflepuff!Tom 💖

Gryffindor!Tom 💖

Shots and Confessions // Part 2 💔💖

Grind 💦

Surprise 💖

Meet the parents 💖

Won’t fall in love 💔💖

Lazy day 💖

Family Dinner 💖

Make it work💔💖

Mob reader💔💖

Jealousy (HC) 💖

TikTok 💖

Mob!tom marriage 💖

No to Santa 💖

Birthday event (June 2020)

Stay💖

Best present 💖

Good morning 💦

Surprise 💖

Secret 💖

Missed you 💖💦

Moodboards

Prince Charming

Trick or Treat

God!Tom

Autumn walk with Tessa

Lazy day

Hogwarts AU - Hufflepuff!Tom

Fall colours

Prom King and Queen

Romeo and Juliet

Beauty and the Beast

Vampire!Tom

Blue and Red

Soulmate!au

Birthday breakfast

Royal!Tom

Winter vibes

A boat trip (HC) 💖

Sleep (HC) 💖

The perfect storm 💖

Not your fault (contains endgame spoilers) 💔

Concussed 💔💖

Avenger // Part 2 💖

Jokes 💖(💦ish)

Learning 💦

Perfectly imperfect 💦

Unexpected💖

Act cool💖

Love to hate 💖

Wisdom teeth💖

Sunrise💖

Confessions 💖

Kiss practise 💖

Queen 💖

Babysitting 💖

Drawing💖

Stargaze 💖

Date night 💖

Vocal 💦

Ballet 💖

Halloween costume 💖

Guilt 💔💖

Secret 💔💖

Dark room 💖 Moodboard by @parker-holland-osterfield

D&D💖

It’s a Europe thing 💖

Europe trip 💖💔

Wall Crawling 💖

Birthday event (August 2020)

The party 💖

Dad!Peter 💖

Hold my hand 💖

Call me 💦💖

Moodboards

Disney movie date

Roadtrip

Titanic AU

Pastel Pink

Enemies to lovers

Adorable 💖

Drunk 💖

Competitive💖

Surprise 💦

Three can play that game 💦

Rough 💦

Riding (t)high 💦

Tom taking care of you / movie night with haz 💖

Looking after you 💖

Running Lines 💖

Paint fight 💖

Nightmare before Christmas (HC) 💖

Pottery 💖

Period Sex 💦

Laces 💖

Naughty or Nice 💦

Travelling with Haz💖

Choke me 💦

Animals 💦

Blow off some steam 💦

Moodboards

Halloween night

Travel for a press tour

Love bites

Vampire!Haz

Walking Monty

Dad!Haz

Summer vibes

Scrapbook

Winter vibes

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Other moodboards (General)

Halloween

Black cat

Insight (From Love Spidey)

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Match made in Hell

A/N : Yeah (sighs) another series even though I’m lagging behind with my ongoing one. Both will go side by side I can assure you that. This is a Mob AU. Hope you will enjoy this.

Pairing : Mob! Tom Holland x Reader

Summary : you always wanted a simple life but to be born as the daughter of a dangerous mobster turned out to be a curse for you. Everything changes when your father gets your lover killed and forcefully marries you off to another mobster as a part of a deal. You hate your father and your husband the only thing you seek is now revenge. Will you ever be able to fall in love again or this burning hatred inside you will consume you?

Series Warnings : 18+, blood, violence, murder, death, mature content, sexual themes, slow burn, misogyny, language and usual mob related stuff.

Character playlists

SERIES MASTERLIST

Prologue

Chapter one : Promise of an eternity in hell

Chapter two : Devil on my mind

Chapter three : You will. To survive.

Chapter four : Forgive me that I’ve sinned

Chapter five : I did something bad

Taglist in bio or just send an ask or dm I’ll add you.

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viwihere · 5 years ago

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𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐒 (2003) dir. Andrew Davis

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Y’all need to add cuts in your shit sometimes 😭😭 I’m tryna scroll through tags and a whole ass fic is just 10k words long and I gotta scroll all the way thru it like no... plz add a cut or ‘continue reading’ thing whatever it is PLZZZ

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viwihere · 5 years ago

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Just for Show

Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: The Evans Christmas family get together is coming soon and Chris has to come up with a plan as to who he is taking home with him.

Part 1

“Come again?” I blink, my hand lowering the spoon back to the cereal bowl.

“Listen, it would be just for a week and a half” Chris leans back in his chair, his fingers touching the border of the wooden table. “It’ll be over before you realize”

“You want me to fly down to Boston for the holidays and pretend to be your girlfriend for two weeks?” I place my bowl on the table, no longer interested in the soggy cereal. “Chris, you are almost 40, aren’t you old enough to tell your parents that you are still single?”

“Yes but then my mom will spend those days trying to introduce me to all of the daughters of her book club members” He sighs, still remember the last time he was there.

“And? Maybe that’ll be a good thing” I point out. “You can find the right one that way”

“It’s just that- I don’t want to date anyone right now, I like how things are” He states. His life is too hectic right now, besides, he’s gotten used to his routine with Dodger, just the two of them.

“Then tell that to your mother” I roll my eyes, not really getting why he has to do this. “This is pointless”

“Y/N, please. Don’t make me use my card” He pleads.

“You wouldn’t” I narrow my eyes, leaning in closer.

“I mean, you do owe me a favor after all” He gives me a cheeky smile, knowing damn well I can’t say no.

“You pretended to be sick so that I could get out of a boring date” I spat, remembering his phone call during my date. “You are asking me to skip my family’s christmas dinner and to pretend to be your girlfriend for almost two weeks”

“You said that you would do anything to make it up to me” Chris leans in, giving me his side smile. “So, will you be my fake girlfriend for two weeks?”

“I hate you, Evans” I roll my eyes as he grins widely.

***

“So, what’s our story?” I ask Chris as we wait for Scott to bring the car around. He offered himself to pick us up from the airport.

“What story?” Chris asks, pulling his sunglasses out of his bag.

“Our dating story, how did we go from coworkers to lovers?” I ask, letting my hair out of my messy bun.

“You couldn’t resist yourself after seeing my ass with cap’s uniform” He grins, pulling me towards him by wrapping his arms around my shoulders. “Scott is right there, better put on a show” He kisses my forehead, before pulling away to grab my suitcase.

“Ohh so I’m getting the whole girlfriend experience” I tease him, grabbing me bag from the floor.

“Not the whole experience, sweetheart” He winks at me as Scott steps out of his car to open the trunk for Chris.

“Y/N, I missed you” Scott pulls me into a tight hug. “When Chris said you two were dating I couldn’t believe it myself”

“Yeah, it took him some begging but I finally gave in” I tease, getting a snort from Chris.

“What can I say? I like them difficult” He grins back, placing our bangs in the trunk.

“Well, I’m sorry Y/N but I’m also glad you are part of the family now” Scott gives me a wide smile before climbing back into the car.

“I can’t believe we are doing this to your family” I groan as Chris opens the door for me. “I feel awful”

“It’ll be okay” He gives me a sad smile before closing the door so he can climb next to his brother.

***

“Y/N, sweetie, come here” Lisa pulls me into her warm embrace, as Robert stand behind her with a wide smile. “When Chris told me you were dating, I almost cried with joy”

“I’m glad you are happy” I give her a warm smile before turning to Robert. “If it isn’t my favorite Evans boy in the world?”

“Ain’t that a lie” Chris laughs as I hug his dad; who’s gone red from my comments.

“You are right, it’s me” Scott winks at me as he places our bags next to the door.

“Oh come on, leave your brother alone” Lisa stands on her tip toes to hug Chris. “I missed you kid”

“Missed you too, mom” He places a kiss on the top of her mom’s head before turning to his dad. “Hey Dad”

“Hi, Chris” He pats his son’s back. “How was the flight?”

“Really good actually” Chris steps back, wrapping an arm around my waist. “This little one slept the whole way through”

“That’s what happens when you wake me at 4 am” I defend myself, shifting slightly as I feel Chris’ hand on my side.

“Oh, let me take you to your room so you can rest some more, besides, Carly and Shanna won’t be here until five” Lisa guides us down the main hall that leads to the rooms. “You guys are going to be in Chris’ old room, I cleaned it just for you”

Of course we are sharing rooms, I think to myself. Chris probably realized what I was thinking so he just mouthed “it’s okay”

“I’ll let you guys settle in” Lisa smiles brightly at us before stepping outside of the room and closing the door behind her.

“What-”

“I’ll take the floor” Chris replies, knowing what I was going to ask. “There are some blankets and pillows in the closet”

“I hate lying to your mom” I pout, sitting down at the edge of his bed. “She is a saint”

“I’m sorry for putting you through this” Chris sighs, stepping closer to me “But look, we get along really well, we just have to be ourselves and it’ll be okay”

“Fine but our story is not going to be about me fawning over your ass” I roll my eyes before flopping back into the bed. “Now let me have a nap”

“You want to sleep more?” Chris laughs, grabbing some stuff from his bag. I just nod so he shakes his head. “Well, I’m gonna take a shower”

“Great” I five him a thumbs up without opening my eyes.

***

“So he was all jealous and-” I stop myself as Chris enters the living room, rubbing his eyes. When I woke up from my nap, Chris was asleep on the floor on his ‘bed’ made of blankets, and that’s when I heard Lisa and Shanna. “I was telling your sisters how we started dating”

“Oh and how much did you tell them?” He raises his brow.

“I was just telling them how you got all jealous when Seb was complementing me on my new costume” I grin at him, as he stands behind me, placing his hands over my shoulders. “But I only had eyes for you”

“And that’s how it should be” He leans in, placing a kiss over my forehead before turning to his sisters. “Hey guys, how you’ve been?”

“Great, we are so excited to share all of your embaracing stories with Y/N” Shanna beams, bringing her tea cup up to her lips.

“And Dodger? Who did you left him with?” Carly asks, not used to seeing Chris without his furry buddy.

“We left him at my apartment with my dog Missy, I live with my older sister so she’s taking care of them” I explain to them as Chris takes a sit next to me over the couch.

“She’s not going home for the holidays?” Shanna asks me as Chris reaches for my hand to play with my fingers.

“I bought my parents tickets to visit my younger sister and my older sister decided to stay back with the dogs and her boyfriend” I stare at my hand intertwined with Chris’ for a couple of seconds before turning my attention back to his sisters. “Which worked perfect for me”

“And for me” Chris sighs before planting a kiss over my temple.

“Aww” Shanna beams. “I’m so happy for you guys”

“Thanks” I smile shyly at her, Chris’ breath so close to me, it sends shiver’s down my spine.

“We should probably go help mom with dinner” Carly stands up and Shanna follows her so I make a move to stand up too. “No no, you are a guest, stay here”

“Are you sure? I can help” I try to stand up again but Chris stops me.

“They wont let you” Chris laughs, already knowing his mom and sisters. “Stay here with me”

After her sisters disappear into the kitchen, I pull my hand away from Chris. “You are really good at this fake boyfriend thing” I point out.

“Well, I hope so since acting is what I do for a living” Chris chuckles before grabbing the remote control to turn the tv on. “Let’s watch something”

***

“You have to kiss” Scott’s words make me choke on my chicken. “I haven’t seen you kiss since you got here”

“Uh, Y/N is just to shy when it comes to PDA” Chris defends us while patting my back so I can stop coughing.

“Oh come on, it’s us” Scott scoffs before his sisters join him on the request.

“Yess, we want to see” Carly claps her hands while Lisa shakes her head with a smile on her face. “It’s been a while since we’ve seen Chris with a girl”

“It’s weird that you guys want to see me kiss someone” Chris frowns as I take a sip of water.

“Just do it dude, you kiss other women on camera all the time” Scott pushes so Chris looks down at me. I give him a little shrug so Chris nods.

“Fine” He turns to face me before pulling me towards him by placing a finger under my chin. I lean in, ready to get it over with but when his eyes lock into mine, I feel myself getting nervous. It’s not like I haven’t kissed Chris before, we had to for the last avengers movie we did together, but it was different. He was Captain America and I was a Shields agent. We were not Chris and Y/N.

Chris finally kisses me, his warm lips taking over mine. It’s not just a peck, but not a full on kiss, he takes my bottom lip between his before pulling away soflty, he leans in again for a quick peck before kissing my nose and pulling back. “There, happy?” He asks his brother and sisters who just nod and whistle to tease him.

When nobody is looking, Chris leans in to whisper in my ear. “Sorry if it was too much, I knew that if I made it small they wouldn’t drop it”

“It’s okay” I nod and give him a reassuring smile before losing myself back in my thoughts, scared that the feelings that I had for Chris when I first met him might come back if I’m not careful.

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Hiiii so this is my first ever Chris Evans story so if you like it and want another part please like and/or reblog ❤️❤️

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