#spider-man homecoming fanfic

[iridescentparkers]

lessons in sexting ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

warnings: very suggestive! (18+)

“PETER!” you exclaimed, and he dropped inside of your bedroom window. You lay on your shared bed where you once waited for him to arrive. He yanked off his mask and crawled between your legs, quickly placing his hand along your waist and head buried in your chest. “What’s wrong?”

“I can never go outside again,” he muffled, turning his face to the side as he remained on your chest. 

“What are you talking about?”

He dug around in his pocket before grabbing his phone and scrolling to find a picture of himself. Lying down, his sight refused to meet yours as his head remained turned to the side, and he raised his phone to your face. “Read the text.” 

The photo was quite…shameful. In the photo, the phone was angled downwards towards the bottom half of his thin, sweaty suit. Peter was unbelievably hard and gripping his erection above the material. The upper half of the photo showed Peter’s teeth gripping his mask, drippings of sweat falling down his face. Underneath it was a text that read, “Baby, I miss you <3” 

“I didn’t get this text-” 

“Look up,” he murmured, and you moved your eyes to see that he sent it to Harry. You couldn’t help but laugh, Peter then groaned into your body and placed his hands on his face. 

“Is business rough these days? I didn’t realize Spiderman offered this kind of service.” You laughed, slamming his phone down on the bed. 

“Please.” he began, “He hasn’t responded 'cause it's late but I know he will never let this die.” 

“I don’t know if I will either!” 

“I missed, you!” He exclaimed. “It was getting boring and hot in that suit.”

“If it helps,” you whispered, running your fingers through his unkempt hair. “You looked good.”

“Really good?” He murmured, moving his eyes up to your face before placing kisses on the top of your breasts.

“Mmm hmm,” you hummed, nodding as Peter moved to hover above your body, placing you beneath him as he kissed you deeply. “Really good.”

[creamecafe]

Dating MCU!Peter Parker HCs

Pairing: MCU!Peter Parker x GN!Reader (No pronouns used)

Warnings: none just fluff and suggestive themes but nothing explicit, mostly allusions.

Before finding out he's Spider-Man

Sweetest boyfriend to exist

He loves you crazy much

Golden retriever vibes (More like Brown Retriever because of his hair but you get the point)

Doesn't know what to do with PDA

You guys could be dating for a month or a year and he still doesn't know whether to hold your hand or put your hand around your waist

Loves building Legos with you

Study dates are a must have for him

After finding out he's Spider-Man

Finding out he was Spider-Man was a huge roller coaster

I mean him hiding a secret from you that he's Spider-Man? Not a chance in the world could he cover it up.

The poor boy couldn't even hide that he had the hugest crush on you since Kindergarten

Aunt May loves you. Like a lot

She would let you sleep over if you had no place to go.

Gives you food, drives you and Peter around, basically treating you like she would treat Peter

Jokes about you and Peter doing something naughty

"Oh I'm so sorry, I should've knocked. What are you guys up to?"

"Hi Aunt May, we're just studying

"Oh alright, if you're going to be "studying", make sure you use protection. I could go to the store right now to get you some condoms."

"Aunt May!"

Being awesome friends with Ned, MJ, and Betty (Flash tries to act like a friend but is only nice to Peter because your dating him)

Flash would hit on you even though you gave multiple signs that your not interested in him

Peter just gets worried that he's not enough for you.

He's insecure of how much money he has, if your bored of him, etc.

But you always tell him you love him and don't care how much he has

Sharing playlists with him on Spotify is love language to him (No premium, but that's ok because you guys have memorized the ads to keep you guys entertained)

Upside down kisses makes him weak (or is it the blood rushing to his head when's he upside down?)

Swings around New York with you to help ease stress or to spend time with you

Talks about you a lot to the Avengers and especially Tony

Could never forgive himself if you ever got hurt or Worse

But you assure him nothing will happen to you

He's such a aftercare sweetie

Gives you water, snacks and hugging you close

Praises you saying you did a good job and if he did anything that you didn't like or what he could do better

Loves discussing about the future with you

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[melonlthawne]

what if peter parker got the spider bite when he was 7? haha….would that be weird or what? 🥴🌝🌚🌞

[aes70]

Ok we all know that this:

Is Peter and Tony, in any shape, in any universe.

That lyric is literally Peter talking to Tony after his death buuuuut what about this??

Just imagine them after a Lord of the Rings marathon and Peter saying something like:

"Oh man, it would be so cool to have a secret language. Ned and I tried to make one after we first saw the movies, but we didn't do much more than make an alphabet, it's actually very difficult to make a whole new language. :(“

And Tony simply saying:

"What the hell????? Let's make one right now kiddo, a language just for us."

And then they both spent HOURS reading about languages, lexicon and pronunciations of ancient Latin (And a lot of other Idioms) to finally create their secret language.

After Tony died, the book they made was covered in dust and Peter never heard anyone read it again, no one else knew how.

[lnfours]

nonsense | t.h

summary -> inspired by ‘nonsense’ by sabrina carpenter. dedicated to @darling-im-wonderstruck and @kate-bishopss <3

au -> tom holland x singer!reader

wc -> 1.6k

warnings -> unedited, fluff, tom being bf material, a little bit of language and sexual innuendos

masterlist | listen

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you sighed softly as you sat in the interview chair, tapping your fingers against your leg as your hairstylist and makeup artist applied some last minute touches before the camera turned on.

your new single had been on top charts for the past couple months, your album was coming out in a few short weeks, a tour was on the agenda for later this year. everything felt like it was finally slotting into place.

your fans had shown an insane amount of support from the number of streams and pre-saves for your new music, everything career wise made you feel on top of the world.

personal life wise, not so much.

you had met tom awhile back, the two of you had instantly connected while he was filming the latest spider-man movie. you two had gone out on a couple dates, hooked up a few times, the usual.

he checked all the boxes. he was caring and sweet, he made you feel like a queen, and he made sure you knew just how special you were to him.

however, whenever he was around, you felt knots in your stomach. the nervousness would set in whenever he was near. whenever you talk, you’d feel like you were speaking nonsense. all the nervousness is what kept you from jumping into something with him, but he was adamant about waiting for you. he didn’t want anyone else but you.

he didn’t care if it made him sound desperate, didn’t care about the girls in his dms or the ones who would text him and ask if he was seeing anyone. he only wanted you.

the camera started rolling and the interviewer introduced herself, smiling to the camera before introducing you. you smiled and thanked her for having you on before she asked her first question.

“so, ‘nonsense’ has been a huge hit,” she started, “you sing some very, risqué, lyrics, while also talking about how this certain someone makes you feel. did you pull inspiration from real life to write this?”

you nodded, “yeah, i did. i mean, you know that feeling you get when you talk to your crush? the kind of feeling that makes your insides melt? that's kind of how i feel with this person, every time.”

she smiled, “do they know they make you feel that way?”

you nodded, letting out a soft chuckle, “they do, yeah.”

she continued with the next question, “so, fans have speculated that the song is about tom holland, and you guys have been spotted out and about over the past couple months. are they right?”

you shook your head, palms sweating as you thought out your answer, “they’re all so creative with their speculations, but no, it’s not. tom and i are just friends.”

she tilted her head, “really? i mean, so many people have put compilations together of the two of you together and it seems like there’s some real chemistry brewing there.”

you smiled politely, “yeah, no. he’s really sweet, but we’re just friends.”

you felt the knots in your stomach again as you talked about him. just the thought of him made your stomach erupt in butterflies, how were you supposed to be together?

the interview was over after some more questions about the album and tour. you walked back to the dressing room, grabbing your things. as you scrolled through the missed texts on your phone, only one stood out to you the most.

tom: you were great ❤️

you smiled softly, going to reply, but your thought were interrupted when your manager walked in the door.

“the cars here,” she smiled, “ready?”

you tucked your phone back into your purse, “yeah,”

you walked outside of the building, saying hi and greeting some fans who waited outside. you took pictures, signed autographs, but the only thing on your mind was that text.

you pulled your phone back out as you got into the car, the driver heading back to your apartment building.

y/n: thank you ❤️

your fingers hovered over the keyboard, contemplating sending what you were thinking. you didn't understand why you were so nervous around him, why everything he did made your heart race or why he made your tongue go numb like all of a sudden you’re speaking gibberish.

none of it made sense, but then again, did it really have to? wasn’t the whole point of falling in love with someone about risks and growing together?

it was, right?

wanna get dinner tonight?

you locked your phone as soon as the ‘read’ popped up at the bottom of your message. you nervously bounced your leg, trying to fight back the urge to say ‘never mind’ as you watched the city life outside the dark tinted window.

your phone buzzed twice in your hand and you hesitated before looking down at the message on your lockscreen.

thought you’d never ask

meet at your place around 7?

you smiled down at your phone, your manager looking over at you as she spoke up, “nice job dodging those questions about tom earlier. i know how important your private life is, we want to keep it that way.”

you nodded, typing back your response before looking back at her. desperately trying to steady your heartbeat.

sounds good, spider-boy ❤️

“yeah,” you sighed, “i mean its not like i completely lied to them. we are just friends.”

“friends who hook up and get dinner on sunset?” she asked with a raised eyebrow. you sighed as she giggled, “i mean, i know there’s something brewing, anyone with eyes does, but why wait?”

you shrugged, “he just makes me nervous, almost like he’s too good to be true.”

“for as long as i’ve known you, if anyone deserves the ‘it’s too good to be true’, it’s you.”

you nodded, a soft smile on your face as the driver pulled up in front of your apartment building. you said your goodbyes, heading into the building and making your way into the elevator. you sighed, pressing the button for your floor.

maybe she was right. she almost always was.

the next few hours felt like the longest ever as you got ready. your hair was still styled almost perfectly from before, you touched up your makeup, and slipped on one of your favorite dresses. you felt good, and you looked good.

you were in the bathroom, applying some lip gloss in the mirror when you heard the knock on the door. you ruffled your hair one last time before making your way down the stairs and to the door, the clicking of your heels echoing throughout the penthouse.

you opened the door, smiling as tom stood in a dress shirt and dress pants. his sunglasses pushed back the curls that would normally fall in front of his forehead.

he looked so damn good.

he could say the same about you, though. his eyes traveled down your body as soon as you opened the door. he smiled as he handed you the bouquet of flowers from his grasp.

you thanked him and let him inside. he closed the door behind him and followed you into the kitchen where you were adding the new bouquet to the vase on the island.

“you look gorgeous, love,” he smiled as he took your hand. you laughed as he spun you around in a small circle, pulling you into his chest.

the smell of his cologne was embedded in your brain. after many nights of rolling over and smelling it on the pillows on the other side of your bed, or on one of the blankets on the couch he claimed was his, it smelled familiar. the feeling it gave you almost felt like home.

“so do you,” you grinned, “where are you taking me tonight, holland?”

“mm,” he hummed, “i booked a reservation for that italian place you like.”

you felt your heartbeat quicken as his nose brushed up against yours, “the key to my heart.”

he laughed softly, “seems you figured out what the key to mine is.”

you sent him a questioning look, “what’s that?”

“writing a song about me,” he smiled, “or, as you say, ‘about you and me’.”

you let out a chuckle, “you listened to it?”

“of course,” he playfully rolled his eyes, “it’s an honor to have a pop hit written about me, y’know.”

you hit his arm playfully, “stop.”

“stop what?”

“being so,” you trailed off for a second, “perfect.”

“you deserve nothing less, y/n.”

you felt the heat rise to your cheeks, and if he wasn’t holding you by the waist, you probably would’ve toppled over.

“you just make me so nervous,” you breathed out, “i’ve never felt this way about anyone else before.”

he smiled, “me either,” you returned the smile, “i know i’ve said it before, but i want it all with you. all the nervous jitters, the pillow talks, the dancing in the kitchen, all of it.”

in that moment, you put your nerves aside and let yourself give in.

“i want it all with you, too,” you mumbled, leaning closer to his lips. he smiled against yours as he kissed you sweetly, the both of you pulling away and erupting into soft chuckles.

your laugh grew louder when he picked you up, ignoring your protesting as he started up the stairs to your bedroom.

“what about our dinner reservation?” you laughed, fingers hooking into the waistband of his pants.

“you asked how quickly i can take my clothes off,” he said as he laid you down on your bed, “and there’s only one way to find out, love.”

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[indominusavenger]

Headcanon (but feel free to use as a prompt): When Peter goes on the inevitable Stark Industries field trip, he gets so flustered when Mr. Stark finds him and his tour group that he activates another previously unknown spider power and literally turns invisible.

[rosedavid]

It’s been almost a year of struggling to write, and I finally published a fic again. It feels good to be writing again. I’m trying to be kind to myself and not put any pressure on myself to write anything unless I feel inspired. Anyways I wanted to share this here in case anyone was interested in checking it out.

School Daze

Peter Parker & Tony Stark (Irondad)

Summary:

“Wait a second, you said he got a lucky hit…” He sees the moment Ned connects everything. “A knife? You said it was a small thing! Please tell me you’re not walking around high school with a stab wound!” Ned’s voice raises.

Peter hesitates, and Ned gasps.

"Oh my—”

Wincing, Peter tries to argue, “It’s barely a stab wound—”

“—god! Holy shit!”

---

Peter gets hurt. He then proceeds to go to school like normal. Was it his wisest choice? Probably not. Especially when he's on the verge of passing out during decathlon practice...

[milady-pink]

Poor Spider-Man…

[irondadspiderson4evr]

I’m waiting to get my ao3 account! Chapter one of the homecoming fic has been approved by my beta readers, so that will be coming as soon as I get my account!

[do-not-go-gentle]

hey you guysssssss i'm looking through my bookmarks and I NEEEEEDDDD TO SHARE THIS FIC W YOU GUYS. this is the fic which has made me laugh every single time I reread it (which is frequently). it's dick or treat by thwip--thwip (Trickster88). it's a pretty quick oneshot but I love it with my wholllleeee heart <33333

[celestialseawitch-ff]

Spider-Man: Prince of Asgard

🌟 New Story! 🌟

Rating: T Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Happy Hogan Warnings for: mild kidnapping (kind of?), dead Aunt May (I'm sorry), and a lot of stress on a very young boy Summary: Peter was always told not to take candy from strangers. Why didn't anyone warn him about taking golden apples from a god? Or: Peter meets Thor and Loki before they head off to find their father -- everything is different.

Links: Ao3 | Blog

[iridescentparkers]

lavender haze •.˚⚘ ⋆.*.ゞ

a/n - i thought this was so funny as i was doing this exact thing! no warnings just fluff.

“INFUSED WITH LAVENDER AND CHAMOMILE,” Peter announced in your bathroom, reading the container of your eye gel patches you used before bed each night. “Whatever, these don’t work.”

“Who told you that?” you giggled, using the jade roller to set them on your face as you looked at Peter in the bathroom mirror. 

“Science,” he said confidently, looking at you in the bathroom mirror. “Companies try to fool you with big words and cutesy smells.” 

“Well, these big words and cutesy smells make my eyes less puffy and relax me before bed.” You laughed. 

“You don’t even need this dumb stuff,” he informed, dropping the packaging. “You already look stunning.” 

He stood at your side and wrapped his hand along your waist as he peppered kisses around your face before nuzzling into your neck, “I’m going to get some sleep, and you should start investing in some real sleep remedies.” 

AFTER A LATE NIGHT, you dragged the balls of your high heels to your apartment door, opening it before throwing down your painfully cheap heels that needed to be trashed. 

You were still sober despite the rampant club scene you left and trembling at your bedroom door. 

Swinging the door open, Peter was sleeping deeply on his side of your bed. His suit was still halfway on, and he had barely made it under the covers. He was lying on his stomach, his cheek squished into the pillows, and his mouth hung slightly open.

Giggling to yourself, you sat next to him, rubbing a hand on his back to let him know you were home. Mid circle, you stopped, looking at the bright purple stripes underneath his eyes. 

“What are these,” you whispered, tapping the two lavender stripes. 

He didn’t move but spoke up softly, “Fine, you were right.”

“About?” You asked sarcastically, pursing your lips upwards as his eyes remained shut. 

“I got home at 12 and was headed to bed before I saw them lying on the sink.” He began, opening his eyes and wiping the slight drool before he came to a seated position. “I put these on just to test them out, and I guess.. I passed out.”

He gestured towards the eye patches, and you giggled at his frown accompanied by his tired expression. “It’s just the lavender smell, I swear.” 

You kissed his cheek before moving to your bathroom, “Maybe, just this once, science was wrong after all.”

[blueandbetaraptors]

Got this idea from someone, I tagged them at the bottom of the story, thanks for letting me write it!

It was a bright and sunny afternoon. Ned and Peter were walking back from school to the tower. Peter was sharing his personal experience from when the vulture tried to kill him.

“I tell you Ned, I don’t think I’ve ever been so scared, at first I thought he was just trying to hit me with his metal wings. I joked that he missed. Then he gave me this evil look and was like “I just needed to distract you” and I see him grab his wing hoverboard thingy and he shot off and the ceiling started to collapse!”

“Wow dude, that’s freaky. I mean, you probably would have been less stuck if Mr.Stark hadn’t taken your suit.”

“Yea but I don’t really wanna tell him, cause then I’m worried I’ll make him feel bad.” Pete said as they walked into the front doors.

“How did you get out?”

“Well I cried, I was definitely panicked, but I forced myself to push the rubble off my back and crawl out… and that’s how I almost died!

“excuse me?” Tony said, he suddenly stops his conversation with Steve and Bruce.

Pete and Ned stop in their tracts when they suddenly see Tony, Steve and Bruce gathered around the elevators when Tony caught the tail end of the conversation.

“who and where?” Steve adds, makeing himself look tall, a face of a man who wants justice served.

Bruce looks at Peter, “No one’s going to get away with that one, need me to send the other guy?” A hint of green starts to show on his neck.

Suddenly a large sound comes from up above as Clint comes down from the vents,” I can take care of them.” As he lands on his feet.

Suddenly Peter and Ned are in front of 4 of the avengers, all who look bent on stopping the person that apparently almost killed Peter.

“oh, hey guys, i was just telling Ned about the time a building fell on me. It’s all good now. Yall don’t have to do anything.” Peter, confused responded as he rubbed the back of his neck, Ned by his side, his mouth slightly agape like a fish.

“ Yup! Buts it’s cool now. Like Peter said.” Ned recovers and tries to help Pete calm the avengers down.

Tony, Steve, Bruce, and Clint, “WHAT?” The foursome yell in unison

“Fri- get me info on this!”

“Are you hurt”

“When did this happen.”

“Son, who did this to you?”

“Why the hell didn’t you tell anyone.”

“Language!”

“Shut it Steve”

Suddenly Peter is getting overwhelmed by all the talking that Ned grabs him and pulls him away while the avengers start talking over each other not realizing that Peter and Ned left to go upstairs. However, Nat stops them.

“Ok, I heard the commotion. Something about you almost dying, someone not telling us that a building nearly crushed them… care to explain?” She folds her arms, giving a ‘don’t try to fake it’ expression.

“It’s not a big deal now Nat. I found the guys who were stealing the alien weapons and I tried to call Mr.Stark but he was busy with the move, but I didn’t have my suit cause Mr.Stark told me I don’t need it if I’m gonna be reckless. Well I found out it was Liz’s dad and I went to confront him and he was talking he was just buying time for his wing thing to come and get him loose and then he circled around me, I thought he missed but he was just going for the support systems and he got away right as the building collapsed on me.. a..and I was scared but I know I had to be strong and I survived.” Pete kinda said it in a rush, and then realized that the whole team, was listening in.

Peter watched as expressions turn from concern and anger to solemn, and even some guilt faces, Clint literally punches Tony’s arm.

“Hey! What was that for Legolas?” Tony asks as he rubs his arm.

“That’s for almost getting Peter killed by taking his suit.”

“Guys seriously, it’s not a big deal, i survived and I learned from my mistakes.” Pete tried to explain, trying to calm the nerves of everyone.

“Peter, gosh, this world is too good for you. Look, I was wrong for taking your suit, just with what happened with the ferry, i thought you were getting to gun ho and I needed to slow yourself before you killed yourself.” Tony signed and ran his hand through his head.

After sitting down and the avengers learning more of Peter’s experience with the vulture, they all gained a new respect for their teammate and also thanked Ned for helping him.

@irondadspiderson4evr

[clo-thespin]

Chapters: 10/? Fandom: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), The Amazing Spider-Man (Movies - Webb), Spider-Man (Movies - Raimi), Spider-Man: Spider-Verse (Sony Animated Movies), Uncharted (Movie 2022) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Peter-Two & Peter-Three (Spider-Man: No Way Home), Miles Morales & Peter-Three (Spider-Man: No Way Home), Aunt May Parker & Peter Parker, Happy Hogan & May Parker (Spider-Man), Miles Morales & Peter B. Parker Characters: Peter Parker, Nathan Drake, Miles Morales, Aunt May Parker (Marvel), Tony Stark, Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones (Marvel), Happy Hogan, Peter-Two (Spider-Man: No Way Home), Peter-Three (Spider-Man: No Way Home), Peter B. Parker (Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse) Additional Tags: Multiverse, Characters React to Fandom, Bisexual Miles Morales, Bisexual Peter-Three (Spider-Man: No Way Home), Bisexual Peter Parker, Bisexual Nathan Drake, none of these people are getting together, there are just subtle hints to their sexualities, Dead Aunt May Parker (Marvel), but she's alive?, Good Friend Ned Leeds, Worried Happy Hogan, Protective Tony Stark, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Peter Parker Has Panic Attacks, Peter Parker has PTSD, Worried Tony Stark, Tony Stark Has PTSD, Spidey Sense (Marvel), nathan drake and peter parker act like brothers, Parental Peter B. Parker (Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse) Series: Part 3 of Spider-Man characters react to media!! Summary:

All three Peters, Miles Morales, and Happy Hogan join the group and everyone watches Homecoming.

chapter 10

this chapter focuses on miles

[lnfours]

sideline (one) | t.h

summary -> tom holland: the name thats always floating around campus, and for good reason. he’s the captain of the hockey team, he’s good looking, and he’s always caught up in an off and on again relationship with the president of the sorority. that’s where you come in. you two had made a deal to make your exes jealous, but we all know how fake relationships end.

wc -> an introductory 3.1k :)

warnings -> mentions of being cheated on, drinking, and language.

🎵 spotify playlist | 📖 prev/next chapter | 📂 masterlist

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summer had gone by in a blink of an eye, and before you knew it, it was fall. the start of junior year, the second to last year of your college education. the year where almost everyone starts to realize ‘oh, this shit is real’ and really whip themselves into shape. 

you had gotten back to your off campus house before your two other roommates. you had met the two other girls you now call best friends during your freshman year. there was sarah, who was your roommate your first year, and mia, who was your neighbor in the dorms.

you enjoyed being the first one to the house. you could move in your stuff peacefully without having the other girl’s stuff in the way. plus, you could play music as loud as you wanted to. that is, with the exception of the open window and the other students looking up towards your room whenever they walked by. 

and of course, just like it was last year, once the others girls arrived: chaos ensued. 

“oh my god, the hockey team is throwing a party tonight,” mia practically yelled from the kitchen, “we have to go!”

mia was the wild child, the party animal out of the three of you. sarah was a lot more like you, someone who would rather stay at home and watch a good movie than go out to a party. however, over the past couple semesters, mia has gotten you more out of your shell.

which she may or may not take a little for granted on some occasions.

you shook your head, “hell no.”

“why not?” she frowned. you rolled your eyes. 

“because if the hockey team is throwing a party then you know, about 99.9% of the time, taylor and her posse are gonna be there.”

taylor harrison, the president of the sorority and the literal definition of daddy’s money. she's the type of girl who gets what she wants when she wants it, and if she doesn't then all hell brakes loose.

it didn't help that she was the girl every guy had their eye on. the girl, that for some reason, every girl wanted to be approved by her and be her friend. you couldn't understand why someone would want to get sucked into her toxic, little circle. 

“besides,” you shrugged, “jack and i have plans.”

the two other girls sent you playful looks, “plans?”

“oh, shut up.”

jack had been your boyfriend since the beginning of last year. the two of you were in the same class, he sat next to you and the rest is history. it was cliche and something that happens to everyone, but you could tell that it was different with him.

“well then,” mia sighed, looking over at sarah, “i guess you’re forced into going to the party this time.”

sarah groaned, “seriously? there’s a new episode of drag race i need to watch.”

mia gave her a look, “i’ll buy you coffee for a week.”

sarah rolled her eyes before looking back over at you, watching as you slowly backed away from the conversation, “you owe me.”

you laughed, hand on the knob to the front door, “sorry! gotta go!”

you quickly left the house before you were convinced to skip out on jack and go to the party too. you made your way towards the campus apartment buildings, giving small smiles to a couple of the familiar faces that passed you. you had made your way through the group of people in the quad, going inside the building and heading for the stairs. 

you reached his apartment door and knocked, but there was no answer. you waited a couple seconds as you heard shuffling from the other side of the door.

you knocked again, “jack?”

with no answer yet again, you reached for the door knob and turned it slowly, but you wish you hadn’t. you watched as a red headed girl held her shirt up, covering her chest and as jack froze in place in front of the door, shirtless with hickeys littering his collarbone. 

you didn't know what to say, or how to react as the girl turned around and put her shirt on. 

“y/n, baby, this isn’t what it looks like-“

you cut him off with a hard slap across his face. the red headed girl gasped quietly. you sent her a look. 

“don’t you have somewhere to be?”

she gathered her things quickly before talking to jack before she pushed past you, “i’ll call you?”

he didn’t answer her, just stood there looking at you. you watched her leave as she quickly made her way towards the staircase at the end of the hall, disappearing behind other people. 

“how could you?” you asked, your voice breaking as tears threatened to spill over your eyes. 

“i’m sorry-“

“don't,” you mumbled, “we’re done.”

he watched as you turned away from him, walking towards the stairs. you ignored his calls to come back as tears spilled out of your eyes and onto the tile of the hallway. 

you took out your phone, sending a text to the groupchat with mia and sarah. 

y/n change of plans, not going to jacks.  you guys at the party yet?

sarah unfortunately what happened with jack?

y/n  ill explain when i get there 

mia YAY Y/NS COMING TO THE PARTY!!! 

you locked your phone, shoving it into the back pocket of your jeans as you made your way towards the house party. most of the guys on the hockey team had done the same thing as you and your friends, they had decided to share a house off campus. it was the hotspot for all the parties and they were known to throw the best of them. 

you walked up the path, people sitting outside with drinks in their hands as music boomed from inside the house. you made your way through the door, looking for sarah and mia, but they were nowhere to be found. 

you sighed, making your way to the kitchen instead. you went through the different alcohols and mixed up some kind of concoction into your cup, gulping it down before reaching for another alcohol. you poured a heavy amount, someone walking into the kitchen and coming up next to you, grabbing a can of soda. 

“damn, rough day?” 

you instantly knew that accent. tom holland. the captain of the hockey team, the hottest guy on campus.

and taylor harrington’s boyfriend. or ex boyfriend. it really depended on how she felt that day. 

“you could say that.”

he watched as you mixed the vodka with a can of soda. you didn’t tense at his gaze, didn’t immediately want to keep his interest. but something about you made his eyes linger a little longer than he would’ve done with anyone else. 

“you alright?” he asked, still watching as you sipped the drink from your cup. you made eye contact this time, nodding as you swallowed. 

“not really, but it’s not like you necessarily care, right?” 

you didn’t mean to sound like an ass, but you really didn’t want to deal with taylor’s bitching if she saw you talking to tom. you were pretty sure that if she were to say something to you right now, you’d rip the overpriced extensions out of her bleach blonde head. 

“i mean if you’re upset about something, i think it’s best if you talk about it. especially ‘cause it looks like you’ve been crying.”

why's he so nice?

“and what? talk to you about my problems? no thanks.”

he shrugged, leaning against the counter, “can’t say i didn’t try.”

you took another sip before looking back at him. you didn’t mean for your eyes to linger around his jawline, but god he was hot. any girl, or guy, would say the same thing. he was easy on the eyes, extremely good at his sport and he got near perfect grades. he literally checked all the boxes.

that’s when you noticed something was missing, “where’s your barbie girlfriend and her minions?” 

he laughed, “not a clue, could care less to be honest with you.”

you raised an eyebrow, “what? did she break up with you for the 30th time today because you didn’t get her a chanel bag?”

he smiled, “nah, i broke up with her. caught her sleeping with this other guy.”

your eyes widened, mentally cursing yourself for being such a dick, “oh, uhm- i’m sorry.”

“no, it’s okay-“

“it’s not, because i know what it feels like,” you said, your eyes meeting his brown ones, “it sucks.”

“how long ago, if you don’t mind me asking?”

you looked down at your phone, glancing at the time, “about forty-five minutes ago.”

his eyes widened softly, “shit, i’m sorry.” 

you shrugged, “what can you do, right?”

he nodded, “suppose you’re right.”

it was quiet for a couple seconds before he spoke up again, “is there a part of you that kinda wants them to be jealous? like see you with someone else and be like ‘damn, i shouldn’t have fucked that up’? or is it just me?” 

you thought about it for a second. thought about the look on jack’s face if he were to see you with someone else, if he would even react. you thought about rubbing it into his face that you found someone better, someone who would never betray your trust. 

“yeah,” you nodded, “now that you mention it.”

your conversion was interrupted when mia and sarah made their way into the kitchen, “y/n! there you are!”

you smiled at sarah, clearly seeing a very drunk mia.

“hey,” sarah said, “so what happened with jack?”

“it’s a long story, i’ll explain later,” you said, grabbing the bottle of tequila out of mia’s hands, “let’s put that down, yeah?” 

“but ‘m not even drunk!” you were surprised you were able to make out the sentence from how slurred her words were. 

you chuckled, “trust me, you are,” you looked over at sarah, “we should head back to the house.”

she nodded back at you, agreeing. tom spoke up once again, “hey, i could give you guys a ride back to your house.”

you waved him off, smiling politely, “no, it’s okay. it’s not that far of a walk.”

“no, no, i insist,” he said, fishing his keys out of his pocket, “just tell me how to get there.”

you looked at him, “you’re sober?”

“yeah,” he said, “i don’t really drink.”

you nodded to him, knowing he wouldn’t take no for an answer. you let sarah and mia walk in front of you, tom on your left. he walked up to a group of guys that you assumed to be his house and teammates. 

“hey, i’ll be back in a little.”

“sounds good, man.”

he nodded towards the door, placing his hand on the small of your back to lead you through the crowd. as you pushed through with tom following behind, you noticed the looks that got thrown your way.

of course everyone’s eyes were on you, you were walking with tom holland, who had his hand on your back. of course it looked a little bit conspicuous to anyone who was watching.

once you were outside, he unlocked the audi that was sitting in the driveway, mia and sarah filing into the backseat as you climbed into the passenger side. 

“so, where to, ladies?”

“we’re on lincoln, in one of the off campus houses.” sarah said, letting mia lean her head on her shoulder. 

he nodded, putting the car in reverse. the music softly playing from the speakers as you found yourself staring out the window, losing yourself in thought as tom made small conversation with sarah in the back. 

“hey,” his voice directed towards you as it pulled you out of your train of thought, “you alright?”

you looked over at him, sending him a tight lipped smile and a nod, “yeah.”

“you sure?” he looked back over at you before looking at the road in front of him, “you’re not a very good liar.”

you sighed, “just thinking about what you mentioned earlier, you know the whole ‘making my shitty ex jealous’ thing.”

he nodded, “yeah, it’s just the coming up with something that would bother them that’s the hard part.”

you nodded in agreement, looking back out the window. you started thinking of ways that you could make it look like you were doing so much better than jack, something that would instantly make him regret cheating on you. 

that’s when it hit you.

“a fake relationship!” you said, tom’s attention turning back to you. 

his eyebrows were furrowed, “what?”

“you know, get into a fake relationship with someone. you go out and pretend that the two of you are dating, the other person would obviously know it’s fake, and the both of you could benefit from the ‘relationship’. the best thing about it is that no one else would know you're not together, only the two of you.” 

he nodded, “doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”

“of course it doesn’t, because i came up with it,” you smirked, “and i’m the mastermind.”

he let out a chuckle as you pointed to your house, telling him he could just pull up in front of it. he did as you had asked, pulling in front of the house and unlocking the doors so the three of you could get out. 

“thanks for the ride, tom!” sarah smiled, helping mia out of the car as she led her towards the house. 

“anytime.”

you watched your roommates from where you were standing by the open car door. once you saw they were inside, you looked back at him. 

“thanks for letting me vent,” you smiled, “and for the ride, too,” you tucked a piece of hair behind your hair as the wind softly blew it in front of your face, "you know, she really ruined your reputation."

he smiled from the drivers side, “i’ve heard that more than you think.”

you smiled back, “thanks again.”

“always.”

you closed the door to the car softly, making your way to the front door. you had noticed he stayed in the car, making sure you made it to the door okay. you sent him a small wave as you closed the door, locking it and turning off the outside light.  

you leaned up against the wooden frame, looking back at your grinning roommates, “what?”

“tom freaking holland just drove us home because of you!” mia said, “how did that even happen?!”

you rolled your eyes, “nothing happened. nothings happening, okay? we’re just in the same situation.”

“oh, yeah,” sarah said as you made your way into the kitchen, “what happened with jack?”

you took a deep breath as you grabbed a water bottle, the two girls anxiously waiting for you to tell them why you were so upset.

“i uh, i went over to his apartment and he was fucking another girl,” you said, both of their mouths dropping open, “and i broke up with him.” 

“i’m so sorry,” mia said, “he didn’t deserve you.”

“what a dick!” sarah rolled her eyes, both of the girls walking over and wrapping you in a group hug, “we love you.”

you smiled, “i love you guys.”

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“what, so are they broken up or are they dating still?” you asked, watching whatever reality show sarah had put on the living room tv. she shrugged her shoulders.

“not really sure.”

“if i was her, i’d break up with him.” mia said from her side of the couch. sarah nodded her head, pointing at her as a silent way of saying she made a point. 

there was a knock on the door, pulling all of you away from the show. you got up from your seat, putting your drink down, “i got it.” 

you walked over to the front door, unlocking it as you peeked open the door. you opened it the rest of the way as you smiled at the brunette boy in front of you. 

“stalker much?” you joked and he let out a soft laugh.

“hello to you, too,” he joked back at you, “do you have a minute? i uh... have to talk to you about something.”

you nodded, letting him inside the house. sarah and mia watched from the living room, eyebrows raised as you shut the door. 

“hey, tom!”

he smiled back at the girls in the living room, sending them a small wave as they sent you a look. you waved your hand in front of your neck, telling them to cut it out. 

“we’re going upstairs.” you grabbed tom’s arm, pulling him away from the looks your friends were sending. he followed you up the wooden steps and into your room. he looked around at your room as you closed the door. 

you sat cris-cross on the bed, waving towards the desk chair and the bed, “you can sit wherever.”

he nodded, opting for the desk chair, “thanks.”

you sent him a soft smile, “so, what’s up?”

“so, i’ve been thinking about what you said in the car last night, the whole ‘fake dating’ thing,” he started, taking a pause to make sure you understood what he was talking about. when you nodded, he continued, “what if we 'fake-dated' each other? i mean, i know it’s kind of crazy beings we barely know each other, but you said it’s better to choose someone who knows it’s fake and someone who could also benefit from it. plus, you said you wanted to make your ex jealous too. you check all of the boxes.”

you raised an eyebrow, “i… i uh-“

“i know, i'm sorry to just kind of throw it all onto you at once, but i’ve been thinking about it since last night. i mean, you are the mastermind, right?” he smirked and you rolled your eyes playfully. 

at the end of the day, how bad could it be?

“what if i say no?”

he was silent for a second, “i didn’t really think you’d be opposed.”

you let out a sigh, why am i doing this? 

“okay, fine, you have a deal,” you extended your hand out for him to shake, when he reached for it, you pulled your hand back. he shot you a confused look.

“however, we’re doing it by my rules.”

he shook your hand, “deal.”

you pointed to the notepad and the pen on your desk, “can you hand me that, please?”

he nodded, grabbing the paper and pen off the desk. you turned to a blank page, writing at the top of the page. 

fake dating rules:

“okay, number one,” you said, tapping the pen against the notebook as you thought about the first rule. when it came to your mind, you immediately started writing it down, “no strings attached. this is simply just to get back at our shitty exes.”

he nodded, “oh, you have to come to my games and the hockey team parties. gotta make it look like you’re an actual supportive girlfriend.”

"the games i'm alright with, but the parties?" you scrunched your face up. he gave you a look, but softened when he came to an agreement.

"okay, not all of them, but most of them."

you rolled your eyes, "fine."

you wrote down what he said as rule number two, “anything else?”

“one ‘date’ per week. we get to know more about each other so it doesn’t seem suspicious to anyone we talk to about our ‘relationship’.”

you wrote it down, adding the last rule in all capital letters and underlined it, “no one knows it’s a fake relationship. absolutely no one.”

he nodded in agreement, watching as you made makeshift signature lines. you passed him the notebook as he let out a soft laugh, taking the pen from your grip. he signed on his line, your signature going next to his. 

“so it’s settled, girlfriend.” you smiled, “it’s settled, boyfriend.”

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[maitressonneurs]

Just a cup of tea

May Reilly Parker x !femreader

A/n : hello ! i'm here again with a fanfic about our beloved Aunt May played by the beautiful Marisa Tomei (in love with here tbh).

Warnings : SMUT, have fun, alcohol help a bit but consent anyway (who coudn't ?)

Sorry, English isn't my native language !

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You crack your back tired from carrying boxes from the moving van to the entrance of the building. The truckers wave at you in distance as they leave, leaving you stranded with tons of luggage. You grimace as you turn towards the elevator.

Broken-down.

-Why do these kinds of things only happen to me, you grumble under your breath as you grab a box. "I just have to go up all the floors by the stairs…"

By rediscovering your apartment, your bad mood immediately dissipates. Afternoon light filters through the curtains in the living room, bouncing off the furniture already set up. You take a few moments to observe the living room, enjoying the calm surroundings. This moment of contemplation invigorated you for the future. You take out your headphones and get back to work, good music in your ears. You return to the entrance, moving your head to the rhythm of AC/DC. You didn't think you'd say this one day, but your boss has really good taste in music. However, reality quickly catches up with you when you see the boxes piled up. You turn up the volume and finally get going.

-I can help you ?

A voice takes you out of your bubble. You raise your head from the ground to face your interlocutor. You smile at her, hoping she didn't ask you a question. You didn't hear her because of your headphones, and she probably didn't notice them, your hair hiding them. She looks at you and you do the same, not knowing what to do. She repeats her question. Your hands busy with the big box can't turn down the sound or remove an earphone.

-Excuse me, I can’t hear anything, you’re shouting over the music.

You see her laughing and she takes out an earphone.

-No need to yell, I'm right in front.

-Sorry, you're starting to blush heavily.

-No problem. My name is May.

-Nice to meet you, Y/N. I don't want to appear rude but my box is very heavy and I would like to reach my apartment before it crushes me.

-Oh yes, excuse me. Would you like a little help?

-I wouldn't want to disturb you.

-If I offer it to you…

-With great pleasure then! The boxes are all in front of the entrance and I have just moved to the top floor, the door is wide open!

May gives a thumbs up then disappears into the stairwell. You go put down your box and look at yourself in the mirror. You curse yourself for simply putting on sweatpants and a tank top. Your face is still red and you try to cool down a little before meeting the woman again. Unconsciously, you start to smile as you think about the exchange you just had. You feel like you're in a romance movie. You stand up and put your hair back in place when you hear her coming down the hall.

-You can put it in the living room, I'll put everything away afterwards!

-All right !

You watch her bend down, facing her. Her neckline opens slightly, giving you a nice view of her chest. You look away, blushing.

-I…I'm going…I'm going to go get the rest…

She looks up and sees you leaving quickly, your cheeks too pink to go unnoticed.

-And there it was, that was the last box.

-I thought we were never going to finish, May laughed.

-I hope that didn't bother you too much…

-Don't worry darling, it was a pleasure to help my new neighbor.

-Do you live right across the hallway?

-Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?

You feel your heart racing at the request. Is this a date?

-My pleasure !

-Good, I'll pick you up at 8 p.m., is that okay?

-Perfect ! Absolutely perfect…

When she greets you and closes your door, you feel your face heat up. It hasn't even been a day since you arrived in town, and you already have a friend in the building, or even more. You noticed the looks she was giving you. The way she leaned in front of you, to reveal her chest. She didn't leave you indifferent, and she plays on it.

-I'm coming !

You opened the door to the brunette. She wore a beautiful black dress, which opened to the middle of her breasts.

-Um, my eyes are higher darling.

-Excuse me, you sat up, your cheeks red. Again. "You are really beautiful."

-Thank you, are you ready?

-Always.

You took the arm she offered you and you set off.

-Do you know a little about the city?

-No not at all. Do you know any good addresses by the way?

-It depends on what… But yes, we can say that, she sent you a wink.

You arrived at the restaurant.

-Thai?

-This is my favorite type of food. I hope that doesn't-

-Me too !

-What ?

-It’s also my favorite thing to eat!

She smiled at you and your eyes met. You brushed back a strand of her hair that was falling in front of her face.

-So…

-Thanks…

Your stomach growled.

-Let's go eat.

-I think it's a good idea! you laughed as you entered the restaurant.

-A table for two please.

-Of course Miss Parker.

The name rang strangely in your ears. But you didn't have time to ask a few questions before the waiter took you to a table, more or less away from the rest, near a window, which overlooked the lit city. He lit the candle in the center of the table, placed the menus down and then left you alone.

-The view is superb.

-It's true…

You turned to her and saw that she was looking at you. A soft smile formed on your lips.

-You didn't look outside, did you?

-No.

To hide your blushes, you escape into the menu. The waiter came to your rescue to take your orders.

-A kuai tiao phat siiu for me please.

-I'll have a tom ka khai.

-Drinks ?

-I would like a Leo.

-Likewise, please.

-Perfect, he gave you a smile as he left.

You watched him leave before feeling something brush against your ankle, then slowly move up your leg. A shiver ran down your spine. You tried to ignore it.

-I… Hmm.

-He's handsome, isn't he? May tilted her head to the side, innocently.

-I'm not interested in him, you fixed your gaze on hers.

-You have someone in your life ?

-Not yet. And you, May?

-Neither.

-Perfect. Absolutely perfect...

Her foot, you were sure now, kept rising, lifting up your flowing pants. You took a deep breath, not letting go of her brown eyes.

-Here are your drinks.

-Mh… thank you...

The waiter cleared his throat then, seeing that you wouldn't let go of the older woman's peepers, left.

-I thought he was never going to leave…

-Cheers, meet us.

-At our beauty meeting, she sent you a wink then drank.

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-Thanks for tonight…

-I loved it.

You look at her for a moment. You didn't want to let her go, not after this good time.

-Would you like to end the evening at my place? you suggested.

-Have you had time to unpack all your boxes?

-Not yet…

-Come to my place, instead. That'll save you work.

A smirk appeared on your lips and you followed her.

-This is my home! she exclaimed as she opened the door to her apartment.

-It is charming.

-Would you like something to drink ?

-Just a cup of tea, please.

-Really ? she raised an eyebrow.

-No, do you have any beer?

-I prefer that.

She brought you a bottle. Your fingers brushed together. May sat down next to you on the couch. You moved a little closer, your knees touching hers. You took a sip.

-So… what made you move here?

-My job, I was promoted.

-Congratulations, she toasted with you then bit her lip.

Your eyes fell to her lips. One moment. She touched your arm, bringing you out of your thoughts. Her face was much closer now. You didn't need to be asked and kissed her. Your hand rested against her neck, tenderly caressing her skin. She brought you onto her knees, straddling you. She gave your ass a slap, which made you smile. You shift your lips to the corner of her mouth, then to her cheek. You bit her ear, making her moan, only to move to her neck. Your lips teased her, light kisses placed on her hot skin. You sucked on the base between her shoulders and neck, leaving traces of your passage. May pushed her leg between yours, earning a moan from you. Because of the friction, you couldn't hold back and crashed into her thigh.

-My bed is much more comfortable darling…

You got up and she took you to her room. You weren't paying attention to the decoration, too busy with the woman in front of you. You grabbed the straps of her dress to slide it down her body. She was only wearing panties. To balance things out, she took off your shirt and threw it away. Your pants quickly followed her. May pushed you onto the bed. She joined your lips for a passionate kiss. She marked you, as you had done to her, before cupping your breasts.

-You're still too dressed for me…

She unclasped your bra with one hand and dragged it to your chest. She played with your nipple, making you shiver with pleasure. Her mouth went to join the other, kissing it, driving you crazy. You grabbed her hair in one hand, pulling it slightly, making her moan. Her other hand moved down to your stomach, leaving marks with her nails. Her fingers caressed your folds through your underwear.

-Already so wet, just for me…

You found yourself naked and so did she. She made her way down to your heart, leaving kisses along the way. She kissed your clit, making you arch into her touch.

-Oh May… F-fuck.

She inserted a finger inside you.

-Faster… please…

-With pleasure darling.

She sped up, adding a finger. Your moans grew louder. She kissed you to stop you from waking the neighbors. You dug your nails into her back, leaving red marks. You closed your eyes, letting all this desire take over you. It didn't take you long to come undone. Breathing erratically, you propped yourself up on your elbows to look at her.

-That… You are… Wow… you manage to say.

-And that's just the beginning…

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-Aunt May, I'm home!

You suddenly woke up to the scream. You were lying in a bed that wasn't yours, cuddled with your neighbor, who was still sleeping. You looked at your phone, it said 10:43. You turned around to wake May, but her face, hidden by her hair, didn't make you want to do it. You moved a strand then caressed her cheek.

-Morning darling.

-Hey.

You placed a kiss on her lips. She smiled at this contact. The blanket fell to her hips, revealing her bare torso, just like your body.

-Slept well ?

-Like a baby… and you?

-A little sore legs, she laughed.

-May? You are here ? someone knocked on the bedroom door. You recognized this voice.

“Shit,” she whispered. I'm coming !

She got up after a last kiss then looked for her clothes. You did the same. You put your hair back before going out with your new lover.

-Hello May and…

-Hi Peter, you say when you see the young boy.

-…Y/N?

-Are you doing well ? you asked, trying to remain informal, as if you hadn't just left his aunt's room, hickeys everywhere.

-Um yes ? He looked at you, then at his aunt.

-You know each other ? May asked, trying to lighten the mood.

-Yes, we… work together, he replied.

-You never told me that you had such beautiful colleagues…

-Aunt May, Peter exasperated.

-So you… are from the same family…

-Yes, she's my aunt.

You looked from May to Peter, not knowing what to say or do.

-Did your move go well? asked the young man.

“Yeah, pretty good,” you looked sideways at May. She smiled at you. Peter, having seen the exchange, took his leave.

-I did not expect that.

-Me neither but, at least, I wouldn't have to introduce you to him… that's already a given.

-You thought of introcuce me to him?

-Of course. Considering the night we just had, I won't let you go…