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lovepizza-cake11 · 2 years

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in sickness, and in health

↳ in which, sometimes loves a little too strong.

pronouns: they/them

warnings: major character death, hanakahi disease, blood, throw up mention, slight gore i guess? throwing up flowers, flower petals and mention of plant growing in lungs, angst, hurt, unhappy ending yasss!! (i could do a part 2 with a happier ending if anyone would like me to do so)

notes: im a sucker for hanahaki au's, so i thought it would be cool to write one for andrews spider-man! i hope u all enjoy this as much as i have writing it :)) and side note, i wrote all of this while i was at school so it may be a bit bad but i'm still really excited to share this with u all anyways :D crush culture part 2 is gonna be posted later on tonight! so be ready for that aswell

one look at him and your stomach erupted with butterflies. you knew it was wrong. god you knew you shouldn't have fallen for that stupid stupid smile, or those stupid pretty eyes or his stupid voice. you shouldn't have fallen for peter parker. you knew you could never stay just friends with him. maybe that's why it hurt so much. knowing there would never be a time where you would be happy with him.

you were happy for peter when he met gwen. but slowly he started blowing you off. he stopped showing up to movie night, he stopped talking to you in the hallways and he stopped hanging out with you all-together. you never knew what you'd been doing wrong until you realized.

gwen. he'd ditched you for gwen. you should've expected it really, but you never thought it would go this far. graduation rolled around and you still hadn't spoken to peter since he met gwen. you knew peter was spider-man. he was terrible at hiding it. but you wish you would've found out from him, instead of watching a news clip of him a few days after he'd made his suit. so it hurt a lot as you watched him fight-crime, knowing he didn't come to you anymore, or maybe it was the fact that he didn't come to you at all to patch his wounds. he went to her instead.

he didn't need you. anymore. he had gwen! and you were happy! so. incredibly. happy. you were happy he found someone! you were happy that he was happy. but god why weren't you enough? whyd he have to leave as soon as he found something better? he didn't even speak to you at graduation, but aunt may did. she could tell something had gone on. everytime she asked peter how you were he always responded with he wasn't sure, and would leave to go to gwen's house.

she asked how you'd been, and apologized for what had been going on with peter. truth be told she always thought the both of you would end up together, as cliche as it sounded. but she knew you were perfect for eachother.

you didn't know when the flowers started to grow, but it felt like vines were suffocating you and you let out a loud cough. eyes widening as you saw crimson colored petals in your hand. red orchids. covered in blood. it looked a little like peters suit, and that's when you lost it.

loud sobs were leaving your mouth. why'd he leave you? were you really that replaceable? you cleaned off your hands and strolled over to your computer, hanahaki disease? oh you've gotta be kidding me. they got a whole disease for this thing? you let out a dry chuckle. of fucking course. you read out the article.

'the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. It ends when the beloved returns their feelings (romantic love only; strong friendship is not enough), or when the victim dies. It can be cured through surgical removal, but when the infection is removed, the victim's romantic feelings for their love also disappear.'

surgically removed? was it worth it? loosing everything you've felt for peter? you've felt this way for years why was this only starting now? questions ran through your head and you began to feel sick again, running to the toilet to throw up. toilet bowl painted red and you watched as heaps of flower petals came out your mouth. how much time would you have left? there were so many questions.

it had been months since you've spoken to peter. the knowledge of gwen passing last night made you feel sick. was peter feeling alright? what had happened? you attended her funeral that week and held in your coughs, throwing up under a tree outside the cemetery when it all got too much. bloody petals littering the grass.

"y/n?" peters voice was scratchy and quiet. you wiped your mouth and turned around. heart breaking at the sight of peter in such a disheveled state. you opened your arms and he wrapped his arms around your waist. letting out a loud cry. you rubbed a hand on his lower back as he cried. he opened his eyes and was about to pull away until he saw the flower petals on the floor. he decided to stay quiet and hold onto you for a while longer. questions could be asked another time.

peter was surprised you kept coming over, not expecting you to let go of how he had acted so quickly. you had always interrupted him with a quick "peter shut up it's fine really" every-time he had tried to bring it up. of course he didn't believe you. he knew you were hurt. but he was too ashamed to say anything about it anyways, so he never spoke about it.

things between the both of you definitely weren't the same, while you were over peter hardly tried to speak. occasionally butting into a conversation you and aunt may were having or quietly asking you about what you'd been reading. you didn't mind the silence, you understood why he'd been so quiet. but you could hear the flowers, moving around, growing, dying. and it drove you crazy.

you and peter were sitting in his room, peter was lying in bed facing the wall before you started to feel sick. you ran to the bathroom quickly locking the door and throwing up. peter shot out of bed and knocked on the door. not knowing the level of severity on the inside.

"hey- y/n is everything alright?" you stared in horror as you saw full orchid flowers covered in deep red blood, so much that it almost seemed black. leaves and stems falling out with them.

"i'm fine peter!

you weakly responded with a yes, and threw up once more. an entire orchid plant emerging from the water. a flower still attached to the soft stem, roots completely covered in red.

oh god

what were you supposed to do?

peter jiggled the knob again. you flushed the toilet quickly and rinsed out your mouth, opening the door for peter. he looked at you, eyes drowning in worry. "are you okay?" you nodded, voice weak. "i'm- i'm fine peter please just let it go"

a large sense of guilt washed over peter. had you been sick this whole time? were you hiding something from him? you pushed your way past him and grabbed your stuff. "i have to go- i have to clean and stuff- i'm just gonna-" you kept pausing between your words, pushing away the urge to throw up and you quickly ran out the house before he could respond.

god you hated doing this. you hated that you were here right now. writing a silly little letter to peter about how much you loved and cared about him.

you decided to stop seeing him. for your own sake and his. he needed to heal. and you needed to distance yourself from him in hopes of the sickness washing away.

you laid in bed. the silence in your room making the sound of your lungs louder. it was like you could hear the plants mocking you. mocking the fact that you were laid in bed on your side waiting for death, or waiting for relief to come knocking on your door.

2 days. it took peter 2 days to come and visit you. he knocked on your window, your curtain covering any view he had of inside. your window was locked for the first time. he couldn't get in.

he moved over to the window to your living room. pulling it open and he moved through your apartment. the smell of flowers running through the house. it smelt good, it smelt like home.

he knocked on your bedroom door and went to push it open. finding the door locked aswell. he grabbed the key to your bedroom that you'd given him in case you'd fallen asleep without unlocking your door for him to come in.

peter fell back in horror as he saw the scene in front of him. you still laid in your side. blood and flower petals staining the floors and the side of your bedsheet. tears filled peters eyes, a loud sob leaving his body as he watched you lay slowly breathing.

you hardly moved your mouth. if peter hadn't had good hearing he wouldn't have heard you say "hey pete" he rushed over to your side. "y-y/n what happened?" you let out a small laugh, coughing up more petals onto the floor. "i guess i loved a little too hard pete" he looked at you in confusion.

"there's a letter-," you let out a cough, gasping for air. "on- on my desk"

he rushed over to your desk, grabbing a letter addressed to him. "y-y/n come on this- this isn't funny please tell me this is some sort of sick joke-" he let out a sob as he took another look at you, you were pale and your chest was raising up and down at a fast pace.

"pete- pete listen to me. i love you okay? none of this was your fault. it was m- mine for not saying anything. it was mine for not doing anything about this. i love you alright?" peter shook his head. cradling you in his arms. "please- god please don't leave me please i cant do this without you-." you cut him off, "no no don't say that, yes you can. you've never needed me peter- i needed you. you've done so well without me- and" you felt yourself struggle to talk.

so you coughed and coughed. peter frantically trying to figure out what was wrong and what you had meant. 'what wasn't his fault?' 'what was going on?' 'what do you mean he never needed you of course he did. you were his best-friend!'

"y/n ive always needed you- god i always will. what do you mean i was doing alright without you-" "gwen." he almost didn't hear you. your voice cracking in a whisper. his face paled at the name. everything hit him. the looks he didn't seem to notice in the hallways while he was with her. the pained look on your face everytime he walked her to class and kissed her goodbye before he left. oh my god you loved him.

you loved him and he pushed you away because he thought you would never feel the same.

he was too late. you died that day, and so did the butterflies. along with any other hope peter had left inside of him. if only he wasn't so selfish and pushed you away, if only he hadnt chickened out and asked you on a date in highschool before him and gwen had met. he carefully read the letter, blood splatters on the page from he assumed was you coughing. he felt sick. you died in his arms. peter carefully opened the letter, still beside you as he cried. he began to read through his blurry eyes.

"hey pete.

i know your wondering what may be going on. i was too when it first started all those months ago."

months? this had gone on for months and you didn't say anything? he wiped his tears and continued reading.

"there's a tab open on my computer, the password is your birthday. everything will be explained there but i want you to know this isn't your fault at all. i chose not to get the surgery.

i chose not to tell you because it felt selfish. telling you i would die if things didn't go the right way and you just lost gwen. now i see why me not saying anything was a terrible idea aswell but hey! i'll be alright. i'm just sorry me not telling you could result... poorly.

thank you for everything over the past years. it was amazing watching you grow, watching you save the city. you keep swinging around new-york for me and saving people. i'm so proud of you. and i love you so so much.

take care of may for me. and take care of those orchids i left at your house. it's a little ironic isn't it. asking you to take care of the very thing that's killing me.

but take it as something to remember me by, think of it as a symbol i'll always be here for you. i'll always look after you peter.

see you later <3"

so he sat and opened your computer. a billion thoughts running through his mind as he read through. loud cries leaving his lips.

he called an ambulance, staying beside you as he waited. running his hand through your hair as tears streamed down his face.

he didn't regret dating gwen. he just wished things could've went differently. he wished he stopped avoiding you when they got together, he wished he took a picture with you at graduation, he wished he told you about him being spider-man instead of finding out on your own. he wished he kissed you that night in middle school. he wished he could've told you he loved you back, and he always did.

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lovepizza-cake11 · 2 years

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the interview | andrew garfield x gn!reader

summary: during a live streamed interview, andrew garfield’s partner’s identity is accidentally revealed

word count: 1.4k

warnings? none

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“Are you set up and ready to go?” Andrew’s manager asked.

“Yeah, I should be set,” Andrew replied, giving a thumbs-up through the FaceTime call. “I think I’m a master at virtual interviews at this point.”

On the counter in front of him, his coffee finished brewing. Andrew took a sip, before walking to the dining table where his computer and microphone were set up.

“Okay, well good luck!” his manager said. “And don’t forget to mute your phone notifications!”

Andrew gave an obedient nod. “Like I’d forget,” he joked, hanging up and sitting down.

Although, he had forgotten about a month ago. Your personal ringtone had cut him off in the middle of an answer: “Andrew Russell Garfield, it’s your beautiful, loving, magni-”

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lovepizza-cake11 · 2 years

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Aaa pls part 2 of crush culture!! I loved it

crush culture pt. 2 !

↳ in which, an interview flips ur world upside-down!

pronouns: they/them

warnings: none :)

notes: HERES THE PART 2 U FELLAS WANTED! buckle up folks mars is going on a posting spree today.. 2 FICS! 2 fics in one day lets see how many drafts i can get done. btw this is shorter because i ran out of ideas sorry pals

"hello andrew!" the crowd cheered as he walked onto the set of the tonight show, shaking jimmy's hand and sitting down on the small couch in front of his desk. "i believe you know why we called you in? we told your managers not to say anything to you and to try and keep you busy throughout the past 2 weeks." andrew nodded, "i'm assuming the reason i've been called in is because a. i did something or b. something else happened and or you missed me!"

"well, it was definitely both!" andrew laughed resting his head in his hands. "oh dear god" the lights dimmed and the screen next to him turned on, the audience letting out a scream as a video of you was pulled up. andrew let out a loud laugh as he looked up, his face turning red seeing him on the screen behind you. "we actually have them in one of our back-rooms! their manager kidnapped them and brought them here so you guys will get to talk after you watch this silly little clip." the audience grew louder and andrew slumped back into the couch. seemingly the desire for them to swallow him whole growing by the second.

the clip started playing and the crowd watched as andrew's face grew a crimson red, his head in his hands giggling. the clip ended and all he heard was a quick shush of the audience and jimmy telling someone to bring you out. a faint "OH COME ON FUCK YOU JIMMY" was heard from the back-room and jimmy let out a loud laugh, watching as the door opened and you stomp into the room. "i thought i told you i wasn't leaving my house after that damn-" you stooped dead in your tracks and your eyes widened as you saw andrew on the couch.

"i knew this was a set-up um.. hi?" your face grew red as-well as andrews. both of you staying silent, jimmy still laughing in the background. andrew stood up and went for a hug, which you gladly returned. you both sat down next to each other and jimmy took a moment to calm down. "you two seem to be getting along great already- so shall we talk about those clips?" the audience 'oohed' and you and andrew took a glance at each other before he started talking, "okay well i obviously didn't expect that to come up in an interview- but hi!" he turned over to you and spoke to you directly. "i'm a big fan of your stuff, it's nice to be able to meet you in person." your face grew red and you muttered a quick thank you before letting out a small laugh.

"oh my god i didn't expect this today jimmy i'm gonna fucking move into your walls and scape them every night before you go to bed you cant just DO THIS" everyone let out a laugh at your frustration, you sweetly turned to andrew and shyly waved. andrew waving back at you. "so, social network enjoyer huh?" you smiled and nodded. "yep! actually i think i've mentioned this before in an interview i just never said the name of the movie- but i had half of your line memorized by timestamp it was absolutely horrible." "THAT WAS THE MOVIE?" jimmy looked at you with wide eyes and you proudly nodded, andrew loosing his mind in the corner of your eye.

"you know, i didn't expect an interview to lead to this" andrew laughed and replied "me either" jimmy smiled at the both of you, "well! you're both free to go now, we have another guest to bring on tonight!" you scoffed jokingly. "alright! well you got what you wanted come on andrew" he laughed and got up, holding out his hand and pulling you off the couch. jimmy waved goodbye and the audience cheered as you both left together.

"so, wanna go hang out in my dressing room?" you let out a laugh. "jeez pal take me out to dinner first" "i think that could be arranged"

notes: sorry if this wasnt good fellas i ran out of ideas half-way like how the hell does this even WORKKKKK

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“i made you a playlist” for tasm!peter… and make THE playlist and send it to me COWARD

quiet my fears with the touch of your hand

“I-” Peter says, your hand in his. “I made you a playlist.”

“Playlist?” You ask, and he blushes — a rose flush on his cheeks.

“Yes,” Peter scrunches his nose. “I love you, and I don’t know how to say how I feel, so, I made a playlist — of love songs.”

“Peter,” you say, and bring his hand to your cheek. “Thank you.”

“Y-You don’t think it’s — lovey dovey?”

”Peter,” you whisper, and lean in to kiss him. “I think it’s very lovey dovey, but that’s why I love you.”

“So, do you want to hear it?”

“Yes.”

“We could leave the Christmas lights up ‘til January.”

@anothermansjeans @openheart12 @agnesamarantheastwood @ddejavvu

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Quartz.

warnings: none really

pairing: tasm!Peter x plus size!reader

a/n: hii it's 3am while I was writing this and I'm dying of sleep, it's not checked and if you saw some mistakes no you not. English is not my first language!

Peter's love life had always been basic. He was a simple and quite classic man, who had fallen deeply in love with only one person in his entire life and was faithful to his feelings without believing that love was temporary as it happened with the new generations. He had an incredible soft spot for the Staceys, and the last kiss he'd shared with Gwen some time ago seemed to have spelled the end of an era where he wished for the impossible, one where he supposed he couldn't go back. life to return house with someone who would really want to see him at the end of the day, someone who wasn't his friend.

He had grown from this idealistic thought of finding his soul mate for the rest of his life, but one way or another he managed to be that boy whose heart filled with hope whenever he connected with someone: a romantic. that survived into modern times.

The first time you met Peter at the coffee shop, you brought your favorite quartz along with the cups you served each time a customer passed by and tried to give one to each customer who would buy a coffee at your little family store.

And when you gave him a big smile thanking him for the purchase, he knew in that instant that he would be completely in love with you, with your beautiful and simple personality, and with the beautiful rose quartz that you gave him as a housewarming gift. the store.

After that, he dedicated himself to going every Saturday afternoon to not be a complete stalker, and have a hot chocolate with an orange cake just to see you smile like a complete lover and please you in the least. From so much walking, her room had been filled with essences, quartz and aromatic candles that you had given her over time, and if you ask her, she loved that you only gave her more gifts.

Months later he asked you out on a date, which ended in a very awkward and shame-filled romantic dinner, where you told him that this really wasn't your place and took him to a burger stand near your store and then they went to your house together. and play Mortal Kombat on your ps4.

Since then Peter has gone crazy with every part of you, from the way you laugh with him, to the way you frown whenever you decorate your candy for the store, to the way you call him" good boy" when you ride it. and let him know how excited you were that he was at your complete mercy.

Oh my God, he's so whipped!

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i'll look after you

summary: you always know how to make peter feel better

just some thoughts about our boy feeling like crap and you being there to make him smile,

╰┈➤ like that one time he had just been having a really bad fucking day.

-he made a cup of coffee (which he usually doesn't do) and ended up spilling it all over his favorite shirt.

-he showed up late to school and had an impromptu argument with the secretary about what time the doors should be closing.

-he forgot the notes for his presentation on the counter when he was busy cleaning up the coffee he spilled

-& by lunch, he was just so aggravated with his day he didn't even want to think about eating

-"hellooo," you sung, seating yourself next to your boyfriend.

-you briefly noticed the way his face was buried in his hands, as anger, confusion, and just straight exhaustion radiated off of him.

-"hey, baby." he managed to reply in a normal tone, picking up his head to lightly kiss your lips.

-you and peter didn't have any classes together so normally, the few minutes in the morning before the bell, lunchtime and the walk home together (+ hanging out) was when you saw eachother.

-but since peter was late this morning and was a little preoccupied with mediocre robberies and car thieves these past two nights in a row, you haven't seen much of him lately.

-"you okay, pete?"

-"yeah, yeah, im fine." you knew he didn't want to talk about it. there was rare occurrences where he did and from there he would voice how he felt and you would hug him and give into his venting, making small comments about how people sucked and if you could you would punch the person who was messing with him right in the face (which he would laugh at).

-but you knew not to get into it if peter didn't say anything first. he liked to keep things to himself, he felt the weight of the world on his shoulders and if there was one thing you could do was lift it off him for moments at a time.

-you smiled at him, "i know you're lying but im not gonna press into it, so im gonna tell you about my day, yesterday even though you didn't ask!" you beamed, slight sarcasm in your last few words.

-you began to tell him stories of how you forgot your homework in one of your classes and met up with gwen so you could just copy it on lined paper (because you didn't want to fall behind). you then spoke about how you and gwen went out to that cheap diner across from her house, and how the sandwiches were absolutely amazing but their milkshakes “fucking sucked” in your aggressive words. you also told him about how you caught him texting and swinging last night even though he specifically had texted you that he wasn't.

-"you were caught red handed, mr. parker,"

-he almost face palmed at how stupid he was. he was not paying attention to his surroundings, if he was, he would've picked up that he was indeed swinging by your street at 10:53 pm last night as you were texting.

-‘ get the fuck off your phone, peter

i know your swinging rn’ you had texted him.

- ‘im literally on a roof rn’ he had replied back.

-he was not. he swung past your house at that very moment, almost swinging right into a tree.

- ‘okayyy’ you had replied.

-" i- i can explain, really-"

-"oh? you can explain?" you teased, nodding unconvincingly.

- "i was...i just- i didn't want you to worry. i mean we...we know how you can be."

- "what's that supposed to mean?" you feigned offense, scoffing at peter's words.

- "no, no, no. don't even start with me."

-"i distinctly remember, you being the one to start all this,"

- "what!?"

-the rest of the lunch was filled with pointless playful argument and giggles as peter told you about his latest activities as spiderman. he had already forgotten about how angry he was at the world because you were there with your sarcastic comments, bright smile, kisses and motherly nagging to make him feel at ease.

-from then on, peter could continue his day with a slight smile on his face.

-but then there was this other night, not so long after.

-he wasn't sure what it was but his coordination was entirely off. there were two robberies taking place that night and he failed to stop both of them, a cat attacked him in an alley and he missed the building while shooting a web and ended up falling into a puddle. a huge puddle.

-now, peter has had worse days, we know this. but earlier that night he had been running extremely late to your date and ended up cancelling all together. now as he sit with cat stratches all over him, his upper body soaked, he thought about how you felt. how you probably sat in disappointment as you waited up countless hours to make sure he got home safe.

-he almost started to sob, but he figured he may as well get home before he does that.

-almost falling through the window, he caught your attention. he didn't feel like being alone tonight, he would rather do anything, than spend the night by himself with his thoughts.

-"hey," you spoke to him in that sweet voice and he felt his breath catch in his throat and tears pool in his eyes, "you okay?"

- "i'm- i... i'm gonna go change," he rushed to pick his backpack off the floor and lock himself in your bathroom. here, the tears could fall freely and peter began to curse himself for crying. he didn't even feel as if anything was wrong, he just had reached a breaking point and now all his emotions were pouring out at once.

-you waited a few moments, before softly knocking on the door. you leaned against it, knowing he wasn't going to open it right away. "i just want you to know that i'm cool about our date. i understand,"

-you knew he was beating himself up about it, on top of beating himself up about everything else. "and i love you," you reminded him.

-"i love you too," you heard his voice, muffles through the door. it projected from the floor and you could pick up that he was sitting, back to the door. you sat as well, sliding your back down the door as you waited for him to talk.

-"i don't know what's wrong with me," he finally spoke, voice nasily and from then you knew he had been crying. you felt your heart drop from your chest, immediately feeling so so bad.

-"there's nothin' wrong with you for having emotions, baby." you comforted him. "especially you of all people, you have alot of responsibility, it's okay to feel sad sometimes. to feel angry, or frustrated. it's what makes you, you."

-you heard shuffling before hearing the door creak open, your body moving forward to support itself at the loss of the door and meeting the exhausted eyes of peter. he pulled you into a hug without a word and you held him feeling his body slump over.

-"you wanna get some rest?" you asked him to which he shook his head to.

-"‘m not tired?"

-you pulled away from the hug, arms still holding him. you tilted your head, narrowing your eyes at him. "peter-"

-"really, i-im good," he spoke to convince you but you weren't having it. you figured there was no point in forcing him to bed, he wasn't a child. but at least he was with you.

-a smile grew on your face, "do you wanna bake a cake?" you spoke at peak randomness.

-"a cake?"

-"yeah i got sprinkles n’ everything,"

-"fine, yes, i wanna bake a cake." he nodded, returning your smile. "i really appreciate you, you know that?"

- "i'll always be here for you," you held his face in your hands and looked into his eyes. you saw nothing but light, hope. he was tired, sure but his spirit never faltered. he was undoubtedly peter parker and you loved him for it.

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can you do 4 + 103 with andrew garfield where him and the reader (she/her) are in a established relationship, please?

“Fuck.” You heard Andrew groan, you looked over at him.

“Is there something wrong, baby?”

“A tennis skirt, really?” You looked down at the skirt

“I think it’s cute.” You did a little spin and heard his breath hitch. You turned your back towards him and smirked. You felt his arms wrap around your waist. His hand traveled lower

“Andrew, stop.” You wiggled trying to get out of his grip. You froze when his finger grazed your bare cunt.

“No panties?” He groaned out.

“La-later, we’re going to be late for the dinner.” You bit your lip, his finger slipped into you.

“So wet, my pretty little girl missed me huh?” He inserted another finger into your soaking core. Andrew groans at the feeling of you fluttering and squeezing around his fingers, your arousal dripping into his palm before pressing it against your sensitive clit. Slowly dragging his fingers in and out of you, curling them into your soft spot every time he enters you. Nothing but moans and whines roll off of your lips, Andrew licks a thick stripe from your shoulder up to your ear, taking your lobe between his lips and nibbling softly.

“Cum for me, love.” He mutters.

“Andrew…” You whine

Heat surges through your body as your orgasm courses through you. Your body tensing and completely at his mercy. He smirks pulling his fingers from you, leaving you feeling empty. He dragged you back to the bedroom, practically ripping your skirt off. He pushed you onto the bed. Andrew laid next to you, head resting on his pillows, he grabbed you and pulled you on top of him. He gently tapped your thigh.

“Come and sit on my face and I’ll show you how much I missed you”

You let out a slight squeal when he grabs one of your thighs, pulling you over his head. Your hands fly to the headboard. Andrew's hands grab a firm hold of your ass. You feel his soft lips against your folds and you moan softly. His warm tongue which is itself between your fold and drags itself up to all the way to your clit, He moans. His lips wrap around your clit sucking it into his mouth. You felt yourself grinding against his face, you were a moaning mess. One finger slips into you while he sucks on your clit. then he adds another finger and curls them against your favorite spot.

“Andrew!” You moaned out.

“Cum for me again, pretty girl.”

You were so close to the edge, you let out something between a cry and a whimper. Andrew could feel you clench around his fingers and he picked up his pace. The knot in your belly tightens and you curl over and then you come apart. You tried your best to hold yourself up, but you couldn’t. Andrew smiled underneath you.

“I got you, love,” He grabbed your hips and lowered you down to his hips.

“I tired you out?” You whined and snuggled into his chest. He chuckled. Your headshot up.

“Shit, Alexa? What time is it?”

“It is 7:45 pm”

“Andrew! We’re late for the dinner with your family.” You hopped off of him

“Love,” You looked over at him, his hand on your wrist.

“I missed you, I want to spend time with you. We can have dinner with my family tomorrow.”

“But-”

“I’ll tell them something came up, now… lay your ass back down on this bed.”

“Andrew…”

“Lay down… because I’m not letting you leave this bed. I’m going to make you cum on my fingers, mouth, and cock over and over again until you’re begging for me to stop. And even then, I’m not going to.”

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lovepizza-cake11 · 2 years

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— FEVER. | peter parker.

ao3 link. | masterlist.

author's note: hi! i decided that there wasn't enough peter parker smut on here, let alone submissive peter parker. so I decided to take those matters into my own hands. i also based this fic on andrew garfield's peter parker, but I'm sure it can apply to any peter parker! thank you for reading, hope you enjoy <3

warnings: dominant reader, submissive peter parker, dom/sub undertones, one slap, blood kink, mild gore, handjobs, blowjobs, crying, pain kink, masochism, degradation/verbal humilation.

peter’s feet land on the worn metal of your fire escape, staggering forwards before his bloody hands grips the bricks in front of him, helping him catch himself. He wraps his other arm around his midriff before sliding down onto the platform below him, struggling to breathe properly as panic begins settle into his body.

the shock is being to wear off, leaving pain to begin to slowly throb through his body.

he can feel the warmth of his own blood begin to seep through his spandex suit, his hand slipping off the rough surface before he raises it to see the crimson liquid slowly being absorbed into his suit. peter watches his hands shake before clenching it into a fist and gently placing it onto the glass window next to him.

it’s too dark to see into your apartment – the pale moonlight limiting his vision as he squints his eyes. he inhales deeply as he leans his head back. he knows you’re probably asleep right now, leaving him feeling nervous and guilty as he spreads his fingers, gently tapping against the glass.

the taps from the window are borderline inaudible and could’ve easily been mistaken for the nearby tree’s branches swaying together in the breeze or easily swept away in the noise of the busy street below you. he can hear shuffling in the apartment as his taps grow more insistent, your tired face suddenly appearing as you rub your eyes.

his stomach churns as you pop open the window’s latch before pushing it open, staring up at the dishevelled figure in front of you. he whispers a quiet greeting as he rolls his body over to face you, hissing as the pain in his torso seers at the movement.

for anybody else this would’ve been an unusual and concerning experience – seeing the amazing spider-man hunched over in pain on your apartment’s fire escape – however, it’s unfortunately not the first time you’ve dealt with this. afterall, its only one of the duties that come with being peter parker’s partner.

you step to the side to give him some space before he nervously speaks up, voice slightly muffled by the mask.

“oh uh, actually, i’m gonna need a hand this time, i’m sorry,”

“that’s okay, don’t apologise,” your voice is still groggy from waking up a minute ago, hands reaching for him. one of your hands grabs his free one, the other wrapping underneath his shoulder to help support him as he crawls through your window. he can’t supress the groan that is ripped from his throat as he staggers onto the floor of your apartment, being forced into a seated position as his legs give out.

“hey, shh, it’s okay,” you coo softly, unable to mask the worry in your voice as you gently let go of him. you quickly shut the window before looking back down at him, watching as he immediately rips off his mask, eyes clenched as he winces once more before relaxing. “peter…”

“hey, don’t worry ‘bout it,” peter gives you an awkward smile as he tries to lighten the mood. “should’ve seen the other guy.”

you can’t help but let out a small chuckle before shaking your head, trying to ignore the way the dim light shapes his body. his breath is ragged, sucking in sharp breaths as he applies pressure to his own wounds. your thighs subconsciously clench together as you watch, heat rising to your cheeks. you quickly turn away and busy yourself with finding the first-aid kit you kept handy.

you miss the way peter’s heart thumps against his chest, his head snapping towards you as his stare turns blank. It feels as if his nerve endings are on fire, bursting with the sudden urge to claim.

he can only avert his gaze as you turn back to him, his cheeks beginning to burn from embarrassment at his own thoughts. He should feel ashamed; guilty that he was staring at you that way. But he can’t.

your entire body tenses as you finally get to observe his wounds. blood is slowly dripping down the side of his face, matting his hair to his head while his arm covers the long gash stretched across his torso. you quickly walk back over to him, hand threading his unmatted hair as you sit down next to him, coaxing him to lean against your shoulder.

peter flinches as your hand reaches for the arm covering his midriff, his grip tightening.

“peter.” Your voice is hard.

no matter how many times he found his way onto your doorstep – battered and bruised and broken down into the soft side of spiderman you had grown to love – it never failed to bring an overwhelming sense of helplessness and fear.

It was a privilege knowing peter - knowing the other disguised side of him – it was filled with pure devotion, loyalty, and love for each other. However, it was frightening knowing that one day you could lose him without being able to stop it; never knowing when your last moment with him was.

he bites his lip at the tone before averting his eyes, tentatively removing his arm. your stomach drops to your feet, eyes wide as you silently observe the glistening wound.

“hey, hey, hey,” he cooed softly, hand reaching for your cheek. “it’s not that bad. i promise you i��m fine.”

you nodded although your lip quivered and eyes began to water, helping him peel the dirtied suit off of him.

peter was left in nothing but his boxers, a slight yellow beginning to spread over the splotches of purple welts scattered across his body. the gash along his torso already has the dirty congealed blood traced along the edge, your fingers reaching to gently wipe away the dirt underneath said wound.

Your eyes linger a little bit too long for mere curiosity as you take in the sight of peter underneath you. there’s still a thin layer of sweat covering his body, illuminated by the dull luminescent edge of the moon.

“it’s rude to stare you know.” peter opens his eyes to look at you through half-lidded eyes, smiling softly as you quickly look away from him.

“shut up, peter,” is all you can manage to say as you dab the dried blood covering his torso a little sharper this time, earning a hiss of pain from him. your thighs squeeze together again at the sound, your fingers twitching as you fought the urge to do it again, wanting to savour the noises he let out.

You can only imagine how pretty his must sound in bed.

Your stop in your tracks before hunching over with embarrassment, trying to ignore the rhythmic thump of your heart against your ribcage. peters eyes shoot open as his hair stands up on it’s on, eyes flickering to where you sat.

your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you feel his eyes on you, quickly growing flustered under his gaze. You pull away from him, turning to look down at the med-kit to distract yourself.

“you need a bath, peter” his eyebrows crease, the faint ringing in his ears beginning to amplify as you look back at him. “peter?”

“oh, uh, sorry. I…can’t,” he breathes out, ignoring the sensation as his head moves to rest against the wall. “it, uh, hurts too bad to move.”

peter’s body tenses as another sharp sting jolts through his body. he’s beginning to regret not taking a bath – he should’ve just dealt with the pain of walking to the bathroom.

your thighs are spread apart as you sit on top of his thighs while peter is trying his hardest to not look at you, the smell of your arousal beginning to cloud his mind. the only thing keeping him from forcing you onto the ground and fucking you until you forget your own name is the pain of you cleaning his wound.

he’s biting his already busted lip to swallow the noises bubbling up in his throat, adam’s apple bobbing as he watches you through half-lidded eyes. you’re struggling on your end yourself; you can feel yourself growing wetter with each tense of peter’s thighs nestled underneath your cunt. you inhale sharply as another jolt of pleasure rushes through your abdomen, his fists clenching as he tries to grip onto the thin carpet beneath him.

“sorry,” you quietly apologise, pulling the cloth away to give him a slight break. He lets out a deep exhale as you pull away, hand pressing just next to the wound as you lean over to reach for your first aid kit. your fingers graze the edge before accidentally pushing it further away, causing you to move your hand as you reach further for it.

peter grunts, his hand gripping your wrist as you accidentally push down hard, trying to use the momentum to push yourself further towards the box. before you’re able to push away, you realise your mistake. you whip around to apologise, only to hear one of you make a noise.

you’re not sure who it is – your eyes shut as you try and push past the pain caused by peter’s grip around your wrist. you force your eyes open to look at him, the sight in front of you sending a rush of arousal through your lower body. peter’s eyes are pressed shut with his mouth agape in what you realize was not a pained groan but a moan. his back is arched as his free hand desperately grasps at the carpet beneath him.

you blink back the tears welling up in your eyes, drinking in the erotic sight in front of you as your cunt throbs. you yank your hand away from peter’s grasp, gasping at the dull ache in your wrist.

“i, i’m sorry! i didn’t, uh, mean to um…” you trail off as you stumble over your words, trying to move off his lap before he stops you by gripping your shoulder. he lets go once you slowly turn back to look at him, your stomach tensing as you notice the dark look in his eyes.

“I want to ask you about something first, y/n,” his voice was slightly hoarse, cracking around the edges. you could only stare down at him, your body rooted in place as your arousal only grew.

You watched as his hand wrapped around your arms, fingers curling around the skin one by one. you both watched as the hair on peter’s arm stood up by its self.

“that,” he looked at his arm. “keeps happening.”

“maybe someone’s in trouble?” you tried to play it off, avoiding his gaze. “I mean you did just come back from a fight.”

peter chuckled softly before his hand gripped your waist, pulling you closer to him. he raised his chin to look up at you, his lips curling into an amused smirk as you shiver on top of him.

“c’mon, I think we both know what’s happening here,” he murmured, hands smoothing up your sides. “I could smell how fuckin’ wet you were ever since I came here. you’re a real pervert, y/n, getting turned on from seeing me in pain, huh?”

your cheeks flush, hips gently rolling against his crotch in response. you see the way his eyes glaze over as he bites his lip gently.

You can hear the adrenaline coursing through your veins as your heartbeat begins to pound louder and louder in your ears. Peter’s lips curl into a coy smirk, hands griping your waist as he pulls you closer to him.

“you’re such a pervert, y/n,” he teased, raising an eyebrow as your hand begins to slide up his chest, pressing back down on the gash. peter can’t help the moan that falls from his mouth, teeth gritting as his body tenses from the pain. “fuck.”

“those are bold words coming from someone who gets off on pain, peter,” you shuffle your hips forward until you hover over the bulge in his briefs. You look at him through your eyelashes as you gently lower yourself down, your clothed cunt pressing against his bulge.

peter can only watch as you slowly roll your hips against him, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as his cock nudges against your clit. You keep your hands on his chest, eyes locked with his own as your hips gyrate against his own. You moan at the feeling of the pressure pressed against your cunt, hands pushing down against his chest.

Peter’s hips bucked up into you, a throaty groan leaving his mouth and his lead lolls back. you let out a breathy moan at the feeling before smiling down at him, one of your hands sliding up his chest. Your palm rests against the side of his neck as your thumb rubs a circle into his cheekbone.

“you’re so good for me,” you whisper, your hips rolling over and over again. His hands slide down your thighs as he lifts his head up, fingers hooking around the hem of your panties.

“please?” his voice is quiet as he fights back the noises crawling up into his throat. you raise an eyebrow before nodding. He slides the material down your thighs before resting his hands back on your hips. you re-adjust your position to slide your panties off before straddling his thighs again.

your finger slowly circles around the tip of his cock, watching his stomach tense as he groans. his hips twitch as he fights the urge to buck them up into your grip, jaw clenched as he looks down at you.

“y/n,” he pleads, hissing through gritted teeth as you pull your hand away from his length. you make a questioning hum in response before leaning your head down, tongue licking a stripe over the bulge. he gasps, feeling more sensitive then ever as you mouth over his clothed cock.

he’s growing desperate, fingers twitching as they search for something to hold him steady. his face is beginning to burn while his thighs twitch, heels digging into the floor as he moans.

he can feel himself crumbling underneath your touch – it’s exactly what you want, he’s fallen right into your hands. he can feel his head beginning to sink as his body reacts to your touch, struggling to keep a hold of his thoughts.

“y/n, please,” there’s an edge of a whine in peter’s voice, eyes half-lidded as his hands reach for you. “please, I can’t…please, y/n.”

“please what? does the big and strong peter parker need me to take care of him, hm?” your tone is nothing short of condescending and he knows it. you’re mocking him, but he only wants more.“a little pain here and there and you turn into a whore. aren’t you ashamed of yourself?”

and what little restraint peter might have still held within himself crumbles. Shatters and breaks and fizzles out instantly, he’s nodding frantically, the need practically dripping from his eyes. his fingers dig into your hips and then release and he’s pulling you back towards him and he’s just so insanely overwhelmed by you and he just…

“please y/n, just let me cum, please. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I won’t- please, I just want-“

peter’s back arches as your lips press against his own, kissing him softly. he pulls away to look at you, into your eyes then your lips. he can see the faint smile on your lips as you take his face into your hands, pulling him closer – as close as possible – and he melts.

“shh, it’s okay. relax, baby. i’ve got you.”

Its better; simpler after he gives in to your touch. the way he moves under your hands as he gives himself to you, leans in and arches and lifts and does everything like he’s supposed to. your fingers hook into the waistband of his boxers, and curl under the hem of them. peter whines needily as he raises his hips, letting you slip the material of his hips and down his legs.

he’s quick to find your lips once again, to meld your mouths together to muffle the breathy whines that try to bubble out as his crotch brushes against you. you let him keep you there for a while; lazily sloppy kisses while he pressed against you, indolently searching for friction, for pleasure.

you pull your lips away watching as he tries to chase your lips, his voice hoarse as he says your name, begging, pleading. you start trailing kisses down his jaw, nipping at his collarbone to distract him from your hands slipping from his face, finding there way to his thighs, skimming against the top of his thigh. He gasps as your fingers press against the underside of his cock.

your fingers curl around the base of his cock, one by one. Peter gasps and locks eyes with you as you pull away from the red and purple splotches beginning to bruise his neck, leaning your head down to press a kiss against his chest. he feels as if he’s in a trance, maintaining eye contact with you as you slowly press kisses down the line of his chest until you reach his abdomen.

You unwrap your hand from his cock, your index finger pressing against the wet slit on his cock. peter watches as you gently pull your finger away, a thin string of cum now attached to the pad of your finger.

His cock twitches at the sight, his cheeks becoming flushed in response. you giggle before your thumb swipes over the beads of pre-cum leaking from the slit, slowly dragging it down his cock until it reaches the base once again. peter sucks in a breath, chest tightening as heat bursts through his lower stomach.

your hand stills around the base of his cock, as you move your head until your mouth is hovering over his cock. you purse your lips before spitting onto his cock, watching his hips jump as he lets out a sharp gasp. your lips wrap around the wet tip of his cock, slowly sinking down his length, watching his face burn with embarrassment as his hands tense in mid-air before hesitantly gripping your hair.

you let out a moan at the feeling of his fingers threading through your hair, the feeling making peter’s thighs turn inward. your hands quickly grip his thighs as if you were expecting it, forcing them open as he moans. your tongue presses up against the underside of his cock before tracing the vein protruding from the skin.

you can feel how peter’s thighs tremor under his grip, your cunt beginning to throb as you watch him melt into your touch. you know he could easily resist you, pushing you onto your stomach and force you into submission without a second thought, but he chooses not to. he’s letting you take control of him, letting you touch him until his brain is filled with fog, surrounded by you, forced to only think of you.

“please” peter breathes, one hand twisting in your hair as the other tugs at your shirt. “need you, fucking need you. please.”

you pull yourself off his cock, smiling before pressing a kiss to the wet tip of his cock and pulling away from him. you spread your legs, forcing eye contact as you suck two fingers into your mouth before trailing them down to where your throbbing cunt lays between your thighs.

peter swallows harshly, almost choking on his own spit as your spread your folds open with your fingers. a coy smile stretches across your lips as he turns red, shyly looking away before looking back at you. you giggle before pressing your damp fingers against your clit, breath hitching at the pleasure that thrums through your cunt.

peter can only watch as your fingers rub small circles into your clit, eyes tracing the shape of your body while you lean your head back, a breathless moan leaving you. your fingers slide down further, your middle finger slipping into your entrance with ease.

peter gulps, his adam’s apple bobbing nervously as he blinks a few times. His throat feels dry as he watches you stretch yourself out, moaning his name under your breath as you smile at the flustered boy in front of you. his knuckles are beginning to turn white under the pressure of gripping the carpet tightly, trying to ignore how needy he really is.

you slip another finger into your cunt, biting your lip as your head lolls sideways, mouth opening in a silent moan as you curl your fingers. You can feel the tension in the room, you’re both desperate - both forcing yourself to stay still. you can practically see the desire seeping from peter; it makes you feel feverish with how he’s looking at you.

his eyes are dark, lust glistening over his hazel eyes as he watches you pleasure yourself with a tight jaw. you can’t deny how desperate you’re beginning to feel, the pace of your fingers speeding up as you look over peter’s body. you finally give into your temptation, pulling your fingers out of yourself before positioning yourself over peter’s cock.

you shuffle your hips forward, one hand gripping the base of his cock to help guide it towards your dripping cunt while the other is splayed over his chest. your stomach tightens as the tip of his cock slides through your walls, your head falling as pleasure surges through your lower body. you move your hands to grip his shoulders as you bite your lip, holding back the moan in your throat before forcing yourself further down.

“s-shit, you feel so tight, my god,” peter gasps, his breathing coming out in short and quick pants as you sink further down onto him until he’s bottomed out. his hips buck involuntarily, trying to sink even deeper into your pussy. “y/n, please.”

“fuck,” you whisper before pulling yourself back up until only the tip of his cock was inside of you before slamming your hips back down. you both cry out in pleasure - peter lets out a moan similar to a yelp while you cry out his name, your cunt throbbing with pleasure.

You roll your hips against him as you did before, beginning to set a rhythm between the two of you. it starts calculated, you never fail to get into your own rhythm, but you quickly lose it as well, lost in the feeling of his thick cock. it doesn’t help that the veins on his cock drag inside your walls, leaving the two of you a whiny mess.

peter groans, his head fall back against the wall as his fingers tighten in the flesh of your hips – his tight grip helping him slam your hips up into you as you bounce on his cock. the blunt head slides along every one of your sweet spots perfectly and it feels like he’s igniting every nerve ending in your body.

“y/n, fuck…love you,” peter moans, eyes clenched shut as the muscles in his thighs shake slightly beneath you, your walls clamping around him – pulling another shaky exhale from the man in front of you.

Your hips don’t stop moving even as you try to clear your mind, digging your nails into his chest. peter lets out a hearty moan at the stinging sensation, hips bucking up into your cunt. you suck in a harsh breath as you look down at his chest, hands moving to grip the sides of his waist, careful to avoid the gash on his torso.

you slow down your pace momentarily as you dig your nails into his sensitive skin, dragging them down the side of his body. peters entire body quivers underneath you, eyes clenching shut as he lets out a loud cry of your name. you whimper at the sound, your mind cloudy with pleasure – your pace begins to grow unreleneting and borderline animalistic, the sound of your skin slapping against his was only growing louder. Each thrust is heavy and practiced, fucking almost every word and coherent thought out of his mind that isn’t you.

“please, fuck…” peter moans, a desperate sort of sound and he feels bliss surging through him as your cunt clenches around his cock – looking up at you with heavy eyes, his body twitching at the sight of you while your nails drag along his skin. the slight sting earning another guttural moan from the fucked out brunette underneath you.

your nails continue to drag down his torso as best as they can as your hips roughly slam against his. peter is slowly beginning to lose his mind – he can’t think straight, he’s only watching the way your body moves in tandem with his own. your tits are bouncing with each thrust as he slowly melts into your hands; the mixture of pleasure and pain making his brain hazy.

one of your hand smooths up his chest until it reaches his cheek, your eyes half-lidded as you smile, a breathless moan of his name leaving your mouth. he opens his eyes at the feeling of your warm palm pressed against him, only to be replaced a sharp stinging pain as his head is jostled to the side.

he lets out a soft cry of your name as you slap him, hips bucking further up into you as tears fill his eyes. his cock twitches inside of you, grip further tightening as he relentlessly thrusts up into your doughy cunt, desperate to chase the pleasure that’s beginning to control him.

“of course, you like getting slapped,” you scoff, pressing against the wound on his torso. peter cries out, his body tensing and shaking underneath you as more tears slide down his cheeks. “for someone who was talking big, you’re just a submissive slut, crying and begging me to treat you like the whore you are.”

you can’t help but grin at the sight of tears rolling down his cheeks, as well as the red welts you had littered across his skin – your nails had gently scratched him a first, only to grow rougher with the second he nodded ‘okay’.

“y/n,” he repeats your name like it’s a mantra, his stomach tensing as the familiar heat surges through his lower body. your own lower half is pulsing in anticipation, back arching from the pleasure of his cock curving against your sweet spot. he forces himself to sit up, wrapping his arms around your waist, whining into your ear. “gonna-gonna, fuck, y/n, p-please, please.”

“you’re so pretty,” you whisper, your pussy dripping with warm walls clenching around his length as he barely held on to the last of his sanity. your body was growing weak as your orgasm began to grow closer, fingers digging into his skin as you threw your head back, whimpering as his cock continues to press against your sweet spot. “cum for me, peter, you’ve earned it.”

his entire body tenses and stiffens, letting out a loud cry of your name as his body shudders, abs tightening when he finally cums. his hips jerk in small thrusts. his cum is so hot and thick and heavy, you can’t stop the high-pitched whines escaping from you. how could you? you feel so warm and full.

his orgasm forces you over the edge, your cunt tightening as you continue to roll your hips against his, moaning his name as he holds you close to him. your hips slowly roll to a stop, your chest heaving as you weakly wrap your arms around him.

you both sit there in silence for a while, merely savouring each other’s presence – even while peter continues to sob into your shoulder, still trying to calm down from how overwhelming everything tonight was. You let him cry, one hand slowly rubbing circles into the back of his head while the other is rubbing shapes into his lower back.

once you feel him stop sobbing you gently pull him away from your shoulder, hands smoothing over his cheeks as you softly smile at him. he manages to smile back at you even if his eyes are red and puffy as he looks at you. your thumbs wipe the stray tears away before you pull his face closer to you.

“can I kiss you?”

“please.”

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lovepizza-cake11 · 2 years

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definitive feelings

tasm peter parker x gn!reader

summary: as you and your best friend begin to drift apart, new beginnings seem to be at play. (part one).

warnings: mentions of drugs, spider-man, angst, fluff. normal things.

a/n: mostly, i’m writing this for me. but also, you can read it. (also, are you really surprised?)

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lovepizza-cake11 · 2 years

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Could you write a text concept about y/n being sore after sex or something ?

From Y/N, 10:45 pm I refuse to have sex with you ever again

From Andrew, 10:45 pm Why?? It’s so good :(

From Y/N, 10:46 pm The aftermath, is NOT good. I’m sore all over

From Andrew, 10:46 pm Awe, poor bby. You know I could always come over and give you a little massage? x

From Y/N, 10:48 pm Do you think I’m stupid? Your massages never stay as massages, you get a little handsy. I think I’m going to sleep this off.

From Andrew, 10:49 pm Whatever you say, tomorrow you’ll be begging for this dick again though

From Y/N, 10:50 pm Shut up.

From Andrew, 10:50 pm Ooo a woman who tells me what to do. I love it ;)

From Y/N, 10:52 pm Will you ever stop being horny?

From Andrew, 10:52 pm Around you? Never x

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lovepizza-cake11 · 2 years

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One Time Thing (pt 3)

Andrew Garfield x famous! reader

’One Rule’ Series

previous chapter

In which you just need to get each other out of your system so one time should be enough… right?

rating: M (smut, fingering, oral, general horniness, little plot mainly porn), reader is 20 Andrew is 21

Being around Andrew in general already turned you into an absolute dumbass

Even when you two had scenes together on set, they would take a bit longer to film than necessary because even though your characters hated each other, you’d make each other laugh and break character or sometimes his presence would just turn your brain into mush so you’d forget a line or two

So right now with his arms wrapped around you from behind and his lips. trailing down your neck it’s safe to say that you’re not exactly thinking straight. Your mind only gets fuzzier when he turns you around in is arms to attach your lips again. It takes just about every ounce of willpower in your body to pull away from him only for him to chase after your lips with his and while you want nothing more than to jump his bones at this very second, the nagging little voice in your head can’t help but remind you that Andrew was supposed to be off limits

“Andrew” kiss “we” kiss “shouldn’t be” kiss “doing this” and it’s at this point when Andrew seemingly snaps back to reality and distances himself from you, stepping back as if you’ve burned him. You immediately feel cold and miss the presence of his hands on your body and his lips on yours and he paused for a moment before saying the last thing you expected him to say

“Yeah, you’re right” to which you looked at him inquisitively and responded with “I am?” as he, in true Andrew fashion, starts rambling and pacing back and forth in your kitchen

“Yeah, I mean the directors made it pretty clear they didn’t want anyone in the cast to start dating, not that we’re dating of course, but maybe this” he gestures his hands wildly between the two of you “ is technically a loophole of some kind but then again she did say ‘keep it in your pants, i mean it’ and I’m pretty sure that I was either hallucinating or Mindy” your director “looked directly into my soul when she said that, I swear she’s got this like sixth sense but honestly who hires a bunch of hot college aged actors, puts them on a set together for months, and expects them not to want to fuck? Seems a bit cruel if you ask me. N-not that I’m saying that we’re gonna fuck, I mean not that I don’t want to have sex with you, I definitely do. I mean, shit, I don’t really know what I’m saying anymore but you look really good in my shirt and my brain isn’t really working right now so please interrupt me before I-”

“Yeah that makes sense” you interrupt him. “oh thank god- wait what does?” Andrew responds, grateful that you stopped him from making a bigger fool out of himself but confused as to what you were agreeing with him on

“I mean obviously we take our work very seriously” you begin

“so seriously” he adds

“and wouldn’t want to do anything to jeopardize the show”

“exactly”

“and we are perfectly capable of controlling ourselves”

“right! it’s not like we’re animals”

“so not animals! and i mean ‘c’mon costars getting involved’ how cliche is that”

“so cliche”

“right, so glad we’re on the same page”

“same. exact. page” he finishes twiddling his thumbs and you swear you can almost see the gears in his head turning as you’re just standing in your kitchen staring at him and he lets out a sigh

“fuck it” he breathes out and with that he’s made his way back across the room to you and his lips are on yours again, hands moving to the back of your thighs to lift you up and wrap your legs around his waist as he backs you against the wall

Your hands immediately find their way into his hair and pull earning a groan from him that sends tingles down your spine. His lips travel down to your neck before finding a particular spot that makes you weak in the knees and let out a whimper. Everything in his body tells him that he wants needs to hear that sound again so he sucks a bit harder and you gasp causing him to smirk against your neck. “andrew -oh god” you bring his face back up to yours and he whispers against your lips “i don’t think he’s here right now love” before kissing you hard. “I can’t have” kiss “hickies” kiss “mm we have uh” kiss “we have press this week”.

“sorry, you just sound so pretty. i wanna see what other sounds i can get out of you” You were really used Andrew’s sweet and sometimes awkward but adorable self so to hear him talk like this definitely did something to you. Now you’re the one to allow your lips to travel down to his neck, finding a spot that makes him shudder and grip onto you tighter. “should we be doing this?” he asks breathlessly as his hand creeps under his your shirt. “mm probably not, but um it’ll just be like a one time thing -shit- ya know? like just to get it out of our systems” you struggle the sentence as he plays with your nipple between his fingers and he just nods frantically at your statement. “this -fuck- is probably a bad idea” he says before connecting his lips to yours again, hand traveling down to your ass for a light squeeze. “no mm” you kiss him again, catching his lower lip between your teeth as you pull away “this is absolutely a bad idea” you finish, your eyes meeting his, his eyes now a much darker shade of brown. “so… bedroom?” “absolutely”

“down the hall, 2nd door on the right and make it snappy” you instruct him since he’s still carrying you. “so bossy” he whispers against your lips. “maybe but i feel like you’re probably into that” you tease. “oh i’m definitely into that” and he meets your lips again

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nights like this. peter parker.

you’re always there to pick up the pieces, but you can’t stand seeing him shatter.

gif credit:: @nowadayz <33

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you struggle to keep your eyes open in the dim bathroom light; the steady thrum of tap water on porcelain is enough to lull you to sleep.

peter’s leaning against the side of the tub, clutching his ribs with bloodied hands. you busy yourself with finding a cloth and alcohol. these nights spent on your bathroom floor were becoming scarily familiar.

you join peter on the tiles, settling into the empty space between his legs. gently, you peel his hands from his side. he inhales sharply and drops his head against the lip of the tub. from what you can see, he has a shattered rib or two.

“okay, pete, the suit has to come off. i have to cut it.” you snag a pair of hairdressing scissors from the worktop and make an incision down the shoulder.

you’re reminded that, not two weeks ago, the pair of you were sitting in the same place.

“sit still, peter!” you give him a small shove. peter grins. shaking your head, you grab the scissors from the countertop and work at the flyaway hairs at the top of his head. you’re deeply concentrated, and it makes peter smile. he snakes his arms around your waist. “peter.” you huff, “do you want me to mess this up?” he presses a chaste kiss to your cheek.

“i’m sorry.”

“i’m sorry.” peter says quietly, “i know you didn’t ask for this.” you don’t respond, peeling the ruined suit away from his chest. you’re ever-so-gentle, careful not to pull too hard on the dried blood.

“you don’t get it, pete” you heave a sigh, rubbing your eyes with the heel of your palm, “that’s not why i’m upset.” he’s silent, and you continue. “i know what i signed up for. i didn’t agree to this, though,” you gesture vaguely, “for you getting hurt like this… and it’s happening every other week, now!”

“what do you want me to do?” he frowns, “i can’t just stop,” peter gives a small shake of his head, “what kind of person would i be?”

“peter, you don’t owe anything to anyone. you’re going out on, what, patrols, now?” you huff, “you’re getting reckless.”

“reckless?” he echoes, tone laced with incredulity, “i’m finally doing something good, something meaningful, and you just want me to stop? these people need me.”

“and what about, me, pete? what if i need you? what if i need you to… stop taking this so personally.” you deflate somewhat, “ this spiderman isn’t all you are, and he’s certainly not the only opportunity you’ll have to do something meaningful.”

peter goes quiet, and you heave a sigh. you snatch a hand towel from the sink and soak it in warm water, pressing the cloth to his chest.

“this is going to sting a little.” you murmur. you ring out the bloodied cloth and hold it to the bottle of alcohol— the label is scratched at and worn down. it’s not an overstatement to say it’s been used some hundred times. ever gentle, you press it to the larger wound. peter makes a small sound in the back of his throat, a whimper almost. he’s white-knuckling the tub, but he’s quiet and still for the most part. you’re glad, and you keep your eyes down. you’re not sure you can look at him.

“i’m sorry.” his words are no more than a whisper. you begin to cry. he takes your hand, pries the cloth from them, “i’ll be more careful. for you. c’mere.”

you bury your face in peter’s shoulder, arms curling around his torso. you’re both a little bruised, maybe, and tired, but not so broken. not when you have each other to pick up the pieces.

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yngarfield Man don't I love my boys.

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user1 Lucky Lady

andrewsadad Baby Garfield 🥰

ynxandrew Yn's boys

radioremusxsirius Papa Garfield

tick.tack.andrew I like the name they picked for their son.

peterisandrewgar Still not over the fact that my fav spiderman is a father.

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yngarfield Maybe we should have named him Leo

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andrewgarield There is always space for another one...

garfield.meal4 Is this the announcement for baby #2?

user2 Baby 2?

ynsdream Girl stop teasing

↳ user3 Yeah spil the tea

↳ emmalovesandrew SPIL IT!

peterparkerandrewww I like Gabriel better.

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peter.parker.andrewga4 Silver jewellery is what I like

wolfstar.readers69 Lately Yn really has been singing Ariana's 7 Rings

↳ userwholovesmarvel I want it I got it

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user4 Where did you buy it?

ynandandrew Did Andrew buy it for you?

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

HAVE YOUR AGE IN BIO

OTHERWISE U WILL BE BLOCKED

warnings: character death, grieving, depression, self-blame

AN: ok just so everyone knows all three Spider-Man’s will be added to my character list. enjoy!

The phone rang, pulling me out of sleep abruptly. Checking the time, I rubbed my eye as I grabbed the phone. It couldn't be good. A phone call at midnight always meant one thing and it was never good.

"Hello?" Keeping my voice even was the easy part. Making sure i didn't lose it in the next few seconds wasn't.

"(Y/N)?" It was Peter. my heart ached as i acknowledged him. The poor boy had already been through so much. i was already doing everything I could to hold him together. "Uncle bens dead." I squeezed my eyes tight and willed my heart to hold together long enough to get my boyfriend through the night.

I“Oh Peter.“ the tears stung and it was hard to keep my mind straight. Ben Parker had been the only father figure Peter had ever known. But he was also the sweetest man I had ever known. Ben and may were the closest thing I probably had to a loving family and I hadn’t even said it to either of them. when they realized the house I was living in was too far gone, they had helped me get out. I owed them everything. Silent tears fell down my cheeks. “Do you want to come over? Or do you want me there with you and may?” There was sniffling on the other end and muffled talking.

“may said you need to come over.“ Peter gave a small, wet chuckle. “something about you needing us as much as we need you right now.” I hurriedly got out of bed and grabbed some shoes. It didn’t matter that i was wearing sleep clothes. All that mattered were the people I had made my family. there was a small sniffle on the end of the line and I let out a shakey breath.

“well she ain’t wrong.“ I wiped my eyes before tugging on a jacket and the shoes I had grabbed. “I’ll be over in a few. I’ll take the short cut.“ peter let out what sounded like a sigh of relief.

“see you soon.” The line cut as I grabbed my keys and left the apartment. Making sure I locked my door, I started for the Parker residence. Thoughts of ben and may kept dancing through my mind as I squeezed my eyes shut to ward off the tears. It wasn't a long walk to Peter's house but it took me longer because I had to stop every once in a while. When I walked up to the porch, I saw Peter and May sitting on the steps. "Hey." I mumbled out as I took a seat between the two.

"hi sweetie." May rubbed my arm as she looped her hand over my elbow. Peter wrapped his arm around my shoulders. "how are you doing?" I shrugged as I leaned my head against Peter's.

"Told you they were right May." Peter tried to joke as he pressed a kiss to my temple.

"I'm sorry May." i whimpered out. She shook her head before smoothing my hair away from my face. "what happened?" Peter tensed up.

"Someone shot him." Peter whispered. I squeezed my eyes closed and stifled a sob. "The police are looking for them now." It was quiet as we just took in the comfort of having someone else there to share our grief.

"I know it's hard but I'm going to try to get some sleep." May said as she stood up. Ruffling Peter hair and patting my head, she headed in. I looked over at Peter and waited until I heard the door close and her walk up the stairs.

"Pete, did you go after him?" Peter nodded. "What happened?" He shook his head.

"I used what I got from the spider. The police had nothing. They couldn't do anything." I gently pushed his cheek so he had to look at me.

"Pete, you need to leave this alone. Let the police do it. You cannot do this one." Peter shook his head again. "Peter he killed Ben. What's to say he won't kill you too? Leave this alone." Peter met my eyes. "Promise me." Peter kissed me and nodded.

"I promise."

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Whenever You’re Ready

Pairing: Peter Parker x GN!Reader

Words: 615

Summary: Peter comes back from a patrol to find you crying and offers you some comfort

A/N: Totally self indulgent because I’m having a bad day and needed this. This is for anyone else who is having a bad day too. You can imagine any Peter you want because it isn’t specified.

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When you heard Peter climbing through your bedroom window your breath hitched and you froze for a moment before you closed your eyes and tried your best to relax your body and pretend to be asleep, but your chest physically ached as your emotions were still overflowing inside you, desperate to escape. You clenched your eyelids shut and tried to calm down the swirling twister that seemed to be beating against your rib cage, determined to leave your body one way or another.

It was difficult to control your breathing as you had previously been letting your chest shatter up and down with your uncontrollable sobs and now your nose was blocked and you were struggling to pull air into your lungs in a way that appeared natural as you pretended to sleep.

When you heard Peter gently say your name as he cautiously approached your bed, you held your breath completely and swallowed thickly as you remained silent and motionless as you pretended to be in a deep sleep but your desperate lungs won the battle and you had to sniffle in some air through your watery nose.

“Babe, I know you’re awake.” Peter softly spoke and you suddenly felt your mattress dip as he sat on your bed and placed a gentle hand on the dip of your back, “and I can also tell that you’ve been crying.”

You curled in further on yourself, sliding your head beneath your covers in the hope that he would drop it, but you knew Peter and he wouldn’t rest until he knew you were okay.

“Hey, I’m worried, please talk to me.” Peter sensitively pleaded as he grasped the bed covers in his fist and slowly pulled them down until he could see your face, which you had buried in your pillow.

You felt him lean closer as a hand reached out to tenderly stroke your hair and as soon as you felt his touch, your tears began to seep between your eyelids no matter how tightly you tried to hold them shut and you sniffled again as you dragged in a deep breath.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Peter soothed you with his soft voice and rested behind you, moulding his front to your back as he wrapped his arms, still clad in his suit, around your heaving shoulders as you let your sobs shake through your body.

“It’s okay, I’m here.” He reassured you and you let yourself turn over into his welcoming warm embrace and buried your tear stained face into his chest and he pulled you closer, with one arm around your waist as he stroked his other hand over your scalp.

“Shhh, just let it all out, I’m here now, I’m not going anywhere. Everything will be alright.” He whispered with his warm lips against the crown of your head, where he planted several kisses. “We can talk about it whenever you’re ready, there’s no rush.”

Peter continued to whisper sweet nothings to you as he stroked soothing patterns across your scalp, neck, shoulders, arms and back which lulled you into a calmer state and your shattering sobs turned into soft sniffles.

“I love you.” You whispered to Peter, your voice sounding rough.

“I love you too.” He smiled when you finally looked up at him and he cupped your face with his hand and began to stroke away your tears with the pad of his thumb.

“Is it okay if we talk about it tomorrow?” You asked him as you traced your fingers across the spider printed on the chest of his suit and he nodded his head against your shared pillow, “whenever you’re ready.” He repeated before he kissed your forehead.

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Anxious

Pairing: tasm!Peter Parker x gn!reader

Summary: you have trouble being vulnerable, but Peter wants you to know it's okay

A/n: this one cut deep personally...also my asks are still open for requests!! See my pinned post for rules and fandoms I accept :)

This is why you hated running errands alone.

The bustling crowd seemed so focused and organized compared to how awkward you perceived yourself to be. You tried to ignore the thoughts pointing out your every physical and social flaw by repeating the grocery list in your head.

Milk, eggs, cereal, and waffles. Milk, eggs, cereal, and waffles.

You kept your eyes down, but scanned the store so you didn't accidentally bump into someone or something like the oblivious klutz you were. You were convinced everyone was looking at you; judging you. You were wrought with embarrassment, heat creeping onto your face. It felt as if you had shrunk inside yourself, and your body was much larger than it actually is. Your heart pounded in your chest as your breathing sped up. As you placed items into your basket thoughts continued to float in the back of your head.

I'm in everyone's way. The way I'm walking is so weird.

You kept pushing them back and eventually made it to the self-checkout. There was no way you were going to an actual register.

Not long after, you got back to your car, calming yourself as much as you could before driving home.

You were always like this, so anxious and self conscious. Terrified to be a bother to someone or come off as weird or annoying. You tried to become as “normal” as possible in hopes people would like you better, but you always got the feeling that they still hated you, even when most never said that they did. From there you became cold and distant, only letting certain people see certain sides of you, but no one could see you as you were now, meaning you had to pull yourself together before reaching the apartment.

You and Peter were roomates. Although you kept everyone at an arms length he found a way to break through the barrier. Or you let him? Either way it wasn’t surprising, peter was just the type of person everyone loved.

You made it home and were climbing the apartment stairs as you rehearsed your words and actions in your head so Peter wouldn’t think anything was wrong.

You opened the door to Peter on the couch with his computer, likely researching something. He turned his head towards you wearing a smile.

“Hey, Y/N.” He said.

“Hey, Pete.” You managed to reply.

You thought to yourself.

Okay now just to my room.

However, before you even stepped off of the doormat Peter turned back to you.

“Where are the groceries?”

You froze where you stood. You were so concerned about trying to stay cool you forgot the bags in the car.

You idiot! You insulted yourself.

Your body was stiff like a board, face hot, and hands clammy as you began to explain.

“I forgot them in the car. I’ll just-”

Peter cut off your almost whispered words with a light chuckle that made you more nervous.

Was he laughing at me?

“It’s alright, I got it.” He said.

When Peter walked out you booked it to your room. You sat on your bed holding your body wanting to become as small as possible. As you scolded yourself tears began to form in your eyes, you were so overwhelmed.

Peter's knock at the door snapped you out of your thoughts and panic. You blinked back the tears and sat up straight before answering.

"Yeah?" You said, cringing at how your voice trembled.

Peter opened the door and looked at you with a mix of concern and confusion.

"You okay," he asked. "You seem nervous."

You bit the inside of your cheek and averted your eyes. After clearing your throat you attempted to shoo Peter off.

"I'm fine." You lied.

At this point you seemed to be okay, you forced your eyes to focus on him, and your voice back to its monotonous state. However, Peter saw through your facade, you were picking at the skin on your fingertips.

"No you're not, Y/N."

You wanted to tell him you weren't, but you couldn't let yourself. Your frustration with yourself was beginning to boil over, so you did what you always did and targeted it at others.

"Yes I am. Now, go away Pete." You said annoyed.

Peter crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe. He may have never said anything but he was very aware of your defenses. He wouldn't go away no matter how harsh the cold wind of your words were.

"How long are you gonna keep up the tough guy façade," He raised an eyebrow; you furrowed yours in anger.

He wounded your pride and you couldn't think of any response.

"It's okay if you're not okay, and it's okay if you don't wanna tell me, but you have to get yourself to accept that."

From there you felt words rise up your throat, and you couldn't stop them even though you desperately wanted to.

"But it's so stupid; it doesn't matter."

Your eyes took an interest to the floor; you swore you could hear your heart it beat so hard.

Peter sat down next to you.

"It's not stupid, it's your feelings, and they definitely matter."

You had so much more to say but did want to or know how. Thankfully Peter picked up on your discomfort and grabbed a hand that sat in your lap, rubbing a thumb across your knuckles.

"Stop acting so strong, Y/N, I'm not gonna judge you, I love you." He smiled softly.

You slowly turned to Peter, nerves starting to ease.

"I love you too."

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