#Andrew!peter parker x plus size!reader

[bitchyycapricorn]

for ur october reqs; dom! reader & sub!tasm!peter?? maybe w overstim idk

Sub!TASM Peter x Dom!Reader + Overstim

-Fucked Out-

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AN: It’s been a while pookie bears. Not edited. If you saw it say bandage instead of bondage no you didn’t.

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT! Dom/Sub, overstimulation, bondage, praise kink

A whine escapes Peter’s lips as he squirms against the restraints keeping his hands bound to the head board.

“Someone’s being awfully needy” You smirk, swinging your leg over Peter’s hips. Slowly, you eases down so your cunt just barley grazes over his acing shaft. You slowly swivel your hips in a teasing manner causing another whine to leave Peters lips as his tip brushes against your bare thigh. The feeling of his pre-cum smearing against your inner thigh has you mind going fuzzy already.

“P-please…” Peter begs, struggling to keep still. A small smirk forms on your face at his pleas, you can’t help but reach down to align him with your entrance.

“You want me pretty boy?” You hum, barely allowing his tip to enter your hot cunt. Peters eyes screw shut as a few rather pathetic noises leave his lips. “Look at you…barely able to keep yourself together and only the tips in…” you tease.

Keeping his eyes shut, Peter can only seem to respond with yet another whine. He’s been rather touch starved for the last few days due to his…job. But now he was here, under you. Whimpering and whining pathetically. He drew his lip between his teeth as you lower your hips. Your warmth surround his cock as he fills you up.

“Fuck Peter…” you mutter with a moan. “You feel so good…stretching me out so good.” You praise him, rocking your hips slowly against his. Steadying your body you slowly lean back, allowing your back to arch as you slide up and down his length. Peter can’t help but watch as your hips move against his. His eyes focusing in on the way it looks for his cock to slide in and out of your cunt. He watches as the head of his cock bulges inside you, all while you use him for your pleasure.

The feeling of your body against his is slowly becoming overwhelming as you pick up speed. Peter allows his eyes to roll to the back of his head as his first orgasm washes over him. Hot cum now seeping out of you as you continue to ride him.

Peter whimpers at the sensation, his voice shaky as he begs you to slow down. “I- it’s too much..” he murmurs, his hips involuntarily thrusting upwards.

“You can take it…” you hush, pushing his cock even deeper in you as you drag your hips back and forth, all while gliding your hips up and down.

“I don’t…I can’t…” Peter gasps, pulling at his restraints again as yet another orgasm surges through him. His eyes snap shut as a few moans tumble from his swollen lips. His cock twitches as he releases into you again.

“Look…you did it,” you smirk, leaning forward to place your hands on his chest now. Your finger traces over his abs as you allow Peter to adjust to the new position and its sensation. “Think you can give me another?” You ask as you press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Peter squirms beneath you, realizing you weren’t going to let up until he was completely fucked out. He let out an incoherent murmur before nodding. His fluffy brown hair falling into his eyes as he looks up at you.

A smile spreads across your face as you press a proper kiss to his puffy lips. “So good for me…” you mumble, your lips still against his. You begin to slowly pick up your pace again, grinding your hips onto his, feeling his length deep inside you as a soft moan leaves your lips. “Such a pretty boy,”

His eyes flutter close at your words, his brain and body completely overstimulated by your touch. He could feel your walls flutter around him. He could feel the way you were gripping his shoulders. He could feel how flushed your tits are as you push your chest against his. Another whine escapes his lips. “I-I’m” he cries, his body tensing at the feeling of yet another tight knot building up.

Another kiss to his lips and he was sent over the edge, his body completely spasming as he finishes deep in you. You feel your own high come over you as Peter’s coming down from his.

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[sunnylands-world]

Late

Pairing: Peter Parker x fem reader

Summary: Peter Parker doesn't realize he's in love with you till he almost loses you to revenge his friend planned…

Word count: 2,237

Warning: mentions of near death experience angst to fluff, best friends to lovers? [I used the Harry from the first spiderman movies]

Universe: spiderman

A/n: sorry it's so long I just kept going. This is my first spiderman fic so please be nice I hope you like it. Please show some support to this!❤️🥺

All mistakes are mine

Peter Parker may have been one of the Smartest boys you knew but he was also stupidly oblivious. But it wasn't like he could notice you when a particular blonde clouded his mind on the daily. you understood him to some extent. She was gorgeous, an officer's daughter, a good job, on the way to a bright future and so many other things you didn't want to think about.

You lived next door to Peter but he never fixed his eyes on you like he did her, never seemed so interested in you like he was in her. You went to his house, laid across his messy bed comforters and listened to him talk about his random facts while you studied, fixed the glasses on his face, baked with aunt may, cheered him on when he'd skate, and held him close when he lost his uncle and still nothing.

He'd say thanks when you held eye contact with him, fixing the frames on his face and for a second when he'd look back at you with his sparkling brown eyes you'd let yourself believe he'd kiss you, only for him to smile, pearl white teeth on display in a sarcastic manner.

"Thanks" he breathes, giving you a dorky smile. No matter how many times you saw it you never got tired of that. You nod, tucking your books in your bag with a sigh.

"Did you see her earlier? She looks so pretty in the pictures I took," He exhaled, showing you her on his computer for the thousandth time. Gwen Stacy. he seemed to love taking her pictures. It's not like you were photogenic or would feel okay with such things but you couldn't help but want him to take pictures of you like he did her.

"Yeah" you replied flatly and he turned to look at you with an eyebrow raised.

"What's this about? Why do you hate her so much" he snapped. your jaw clenched as you dropped the pencil.

"I don't hate her." You answered, sounding more irritated than you meant to.

"Are you that jealous of her?" He started making you look his way. That question seemed to stab you right in the chest and you hated how it was partly true.

"I'm not jealous" you shot back, but your voice shakes.

"Yeah, you sure about that? Seems like you have been since that day at the lab." He said. The lab. the one she did with the spider's that stole Peter's heart from you, that's if you ever had a chance; you'd like to think you did.

"I'm not!" You stood, stuffing the rest of your things in the bag and running down the steps.

"Sure you aren't, that's why you're running!" He yelled, rushing out behind you. You got to the door, turning the knob before you halt in place, tears about to break loose from their barrier.

"You're so damn stupid Peter Parker." You shouted slamming the door. You'd apologize to aunt may later, right now you needed to get as far away from him as possible. Rolling your eyes, you walked from his house frustrated. How could he not see it! Tears trickled down your cheeks as you came to the conclusion that as long as Gwen Stacy walked the earth you wouldn't have a chance.

You spent most of your time avoiding Peter after that night. He tried to speak to you, probably to apologize but you didn't give him the chance. If he was going to see you as nothing but a friend you figured it was better to let your friendship go, there was no point in ripping your heart in half anymore…

Your feet dragged across the cement as you walked the long trail in New York. you try not to look like you're moping around but you do and apparently other people noticed.

"Bad day?" a male voice says and you look up meeting a head of brown curly hair brown.

"Yeah, sorta" you respond, continuing to walk, he follows.

"I'm Harry, Harry Osborn" he introduced and you nod attempting to smile. Harry's somewhat attractive but you're not entirely over Peter. You're still hung up on the skater nerd with his perfect hair and eye-catching smile.

"Who's the guy that's got your pretty head all knotted up." He says and you look up with a chuckle

"That obvious huh?" You say slowing down a bit.

"Definitely." He teased.

"not to Peter Parker'' you say under your breath but he catches it. He doesn't come back to you for a while then he's back at your side.

"Peter? Peter! Hey, I know him" he concluded and something about the way he says it makes you uneasy

"So that's the guy?" He laughs.

"That's the guy that's got you like this? God he can be so infuriating" he says in a high pitched voice, eyes twitching a bit as he throws his hand out exaggerating, you nod.

"Let me take you out to dinner, I'll make it worth your while." He grins. You think about it, there was no reason to turn down Harry. At least he showed interest in you. It had been awhile since anyone did.

"Okay," you agreed,

"great!" He claps, making you jump a bit as you nod with a nervous grin. you just hoped you didn't regret this.

You shut your locker pulling the key free from the lock only to meet Peter behind it. You sigh, turning to walk when he grabs your arm.

"You can't go out with Harry. he's not a good person." He warns and you only chuckle rolling your eyes.

"Oh, because he's actually showing interest in me he's a bad person. Just because you didn't want me Peter Parker doesn't mean that no one else does." You say pulling your arm free and continuing to walk. Peter pauses before he rushes back to you.

"What? Wha- what are you talking about- you know nevermind I'm serious about this he's not what you-"

"No, I'm serious. I'm going out with Harry, stop trying to ruin it for me. Let me be happy and move on from you. I don't want to cry anymore," You finished leaving a confused Peter in the hallway.

It was Friday. 8:00 pm sharp. You paced back and forth in the park waiting for Harry to show. Your heart beat fast like drummers beating drums, anxiety that had you swallowing when there was nothing to swallow. He should have been here but you didn't want to accept the fact that maybe he wasn't coming because that would hurt too much so you still waited.

You sighed, collapsing into the bench. Maybe you just weren't someone people wanted. You started to second guess yourself, looking over every aspect of your life, judging it. You supposed you weren't as put together as you could be, but that's because you were basing your life off Internet girls when in reality no one's life was perfect, they were just better at photographing the good stuff.

A loud zooming sound caused you to turn your head only to see a man on a floating board. He looked a lot like Harry but more like Harry if he shot drugs through his veins. You turned quickly trying to decide if you should run. You knew coming out this late alone was a bad idea. right now you were cursing yourself for it and just praying you got away safely and everything was fine.

"Sorry I'm late sweetheart, but you know I had to come in style!" He laughs sending an unwanted chill down your back. You don't turn again, continuing to face forward.

"What?! You don't like my look?" He says, guiding the board in front of you.

"I thought green suits me." He smirks before he's diving down to scoop you up from the seat. You hold on to him out of instinct, afraid of falling as you look down over the zooming city. Everything is like motion blur, streaked together by thin lines. When you look up you realize where you were headed…

the central park tower.

You try not to panic.

It's gonna be alright, it's gonna be alright.

I'm okay, I'm okay.

"Do you like it beautiful?" He asked.

"Father always said if you want to wow a lady, take her to the sky!" He joked and you tried not to cry forcing a smile on your face but the tears were glossing over your eyes too quickly and fell even faster.

"It-it's great Harry" you answer looking down at the speeding cars.

"You know you really shouldn't lie, especially not like this" his voice dropped in tone and you can hear the rage Slyther up.

"No, no, no Harry I promise-"

"Let her go harry!" A familiar voice says and you sigh, a weight lifting off your chest.

"Peter! Finally, I was worried you'd miss her before she left" he blew a breath, hands moving back and forth. Peter? That's why he sounded familiar. You break into a sob.

"I'm assuming you hadn't told your best friend about the hero thing." Harry confirms

"guess that puts us both in the same boat" he said

"you know, you always had a way of ignoring things, or not noticing them. So let me ask you, at what point did you realize she was in love with you? Or did you still not know that yet?" He moved so now you were hovering over New York traffic.

"Because I did, I could tell by the way she looked when I found her" he says, pulling you from his body so you dangle over the speeding cars.

"If you love her, you'll catch her or maybe you're still into Gwen which means poor heartbroken [name] will fall to her death and be run over. Over and over again until they realize her lifeless body is in the road.

"Peter please, I'm sorry" you cried looking at him.

"Please Harry you- you don't have to do this. We can work through this! She has nothing to do with this!" Peter reasoned

"except she doesn't she? Because you do love her, like I loved the things you took. Now why must you always try and reason. you know I'm not a man who changes my mind." He says and then he lets go of your wrist…

From that moment on everything moved and sounded in slow motion like in a movie. From the moment Peter jumps screaming, to the tears sliding down your cheeks. All this for peter. Because you wanted to move on. Because he was spiderman and had enemies.

Your eyes shut, deciding that if you were gonna go you wouldn't go fighting and crying. Although it would hurt when you hit the pavement you didn't want to struggle. You can't stop your beating heart and even now you won't judge Peter if you fall, he tried to catch you and that was all he could do. he always tried and you wished you could tell him that because you love him and you know he wouldn't let you die even if he didn't feel the same he'd try to save you.

Peters crying, he tries to control it but it's you, he's done everything with you. laughed, cried, fought but he'd never prepared to lose you. It took all this for him to realize he loved you enough to turn his body and take the hit if he didn't land on his feet. Because dying was better than being without you. It hurt when you didn't speak to him but he had to admit he'd taken it a bit far with what he said especially since you liked him which probably made it hurt so much more and he didn't even get to apologize.

Sure he thought he loved Gwen but she had nothing on what you had. You two were thread weaved together pulling the heaviest weight, you were the sand and the ocean with the breeze that smelled like both of you together when breathed in. So he had to catch you and he did. He was late but he got you, he always would. Peter was late to class some days, missed his aunt once and was late to realizing he loved you, but it was better late than never.

When he got you both safely to the floor he kissed you; kissed you before your eyes could open. making all your tears and his mix as his face pressed to yours. your skin was soft and damp in his hold, lips even softer and he wondered how he never kissed you before. He tried to apply the pressure to your lips you had on his heart, tried to hold you tight enough to let you know he'd never let this happen again because he'd protect you.

When he pulled back he was panting, a thousand pounds on his back lifted and he felt so much lighter.

"I love you, I love you so much okay? I'm sorry I didn't tell you before. And you can't- and you can't do this again no matter how stupid I am, fight for me! Fight for me like you have for years." He sobbed looking between your eyes.

"But if you do, I'll save you, and I won't be late next time, I promise."

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

ᴅᴀʏ ᴛᴡᴇʟᴠᴇ: Concern w/ Andrew!Peter Parker

a/n: yes, I am aware how late this is, but i figured out that i do these challenges much better if i don't push myself, as well as me trying to answer old requests!

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When you're not worrying about Peter getting hurt while he's disguised as Spider-Man, you're worried about what people your age should be, like homework. You had a major exam coming up, and with the way your life was going, you were for sure going to fail it.

You've spent most of your weekend hunched over your desk surrounded by papers, textbooks piled up neatly on the edge of your desk. You had forgotten all about the date you were supposed to go on with Peter until you heard that familiar tapping on your window.

Your reddened eyes looked to your left to see Peter grinning at you sheepishly. He wasn't in his suited, clad in a cute boyfriend sweater, seeing as though the air began to grow cold as the leaves changed colors and fell off their stems. You quickly hopped off of your seat.

"Peter!" You exclaimed as you opened your window as quiet as you could. "What are you doing?" You whispered harshly. It was late in the night and your parents were fast asleep, there room being right next to yours. "Well, I figured something was up when you didn't join me for our date that we had planned." Your heart fell into your stomach as you remembered. "Oh my god, Pete, I'm so sorry." You apologized, pulling the lanky but muscular boy into a hug. "It's okay, baby, I promise." He reassured. It felt good to be held, not even realizing how frigid your body was until his scientifically modified one was pressed against yours.

"I see what's got you so distracted." His eyes locked on your disarrayed desk. "You stressed about the test?" You nodded against his chest. "Babe you'll do fine." You nuzzled into his pecks, allowing your softer body to sink into his. "I know... it just feels like I forgot what it was like to be a teenager." He chuckles, placing a sweet kiss on the top of your head.

"Yeah, me too." He said softly.

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[afrogirl3005]

Tasm! Spider-man x Fem! Plus sized reader Hc’s

Pic by me (Afrogirl3000)

When He takes you swinging through the city for the first time, you were definitely scared because you worried if he was strong enough to carry you through the city.

But don’t worry girl he could do that and so much more 😏

Like one day your both at home he’s watching the news on his latest fight with the random villain that just had to make themselves known to small parts of new york city, while in your shared bedroom you stare at yourself in the mirror looking over your stretch-marks asking yourself why and just generally making yourself feel bad ( you shouldn’t girl your beautiful)

“ Oh babe you gotta come see this I can believe they caught me kickin-,” He stops in the middle of his sentence in the doorway to see you staring yourself down in the mirror.At first all he sees is how beautiful you are but then sees your sad face and realizes what’s wrong.

Sneaking up behind  you wrapping his arms around your waist leaving soft kisses along your neck “ What’s wrong babe?” He questioned with sincerity

You wouldn’t give him a straight answer so he had to take matters into his own hands “let’s take a swing shall we?” already gearing up for the adventure ahead.

Your apprehensive but he doesn't care.

You're scared of stone cold on your first swing but after a bit you settle down and enjoy your ride through New York city.

And after y'all get home well let's just say he spares no time in making you feel like the most special girl in the world (if you know what I mean 😏😏😏)

The next morning you awake to a lovely breakfast in bed.

"I love you so much Y/N

(I’m so sorry y’all Ik this is so cheesy but I’m finally getting back into writing so yay, luv y’all for reading)

[cerisereids]

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characters i write for

(i no longer take requests, sorry!)

criminal minds: aaron hotchner, spencer reid, derek morgan, emily prentiss, luke alvez

stranger things: eddie munson, steve harrington, robin buckley, nancy wheeler

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lovely to sit between comfort and chaos, part 1- spencer reid x fem!reader

part 2

in the mirror of your eyes, my love, my life- young dad!spencer reid x bau!mom!reader

is it that sweet? i guess so!- later seasons!spencer reid x plus size!liason!reader

time makes you bolder, children get older- young dad!spencer reid x bau!mom!reader

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we can’t be friends (wait for your love)- complete

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part 3

part 4

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the boy is mine- eddie munson x fem!reader

[alloftheimaginesblog]

admired {tasm!peter x plus size reader}

plot: you and peter have been friends since you were both knee height, you're both in your twenties now and you're learning to navigate the feelings you both have for the other.

character: andrew garfield x plus sized female reader

warnings: negative feelings/comments about being plus sized

It was little details you noticed over the course of a few months. Just little things at first. So little, in fact, that you barely registered that things were changing until you were too far gone. It was so gradual, so slow, that by the time you realised you could do nothing to stop it.

It started with the way his eyes looked when the sun shone directly on his face; brown turned to golden honey, warm and pretty. Then it was the way he threw his head back when laughing, hands holding his stomach. The way his brow furrowed when he looked into your eyes, asking if you were okay. The way he would text you to make sure that you got home safe no matter the time of day or night.

And then it was too late.

You were in love with him; in love with Peter Parker, your childhood best friend.

Of course you weren't going to tell him. You were waiting for it to pass, it was just a stupid crush that was all; a stupid, small, insignificant crush... but oh no it wasn't. You were down bad for Peter. You thought about him constantly, cheeks burning every time he touched you or complimented you. Each night before you slept, your mind whirred with the possibilities of what a love with your best friend might be like but it was all just a dream - a fantasy.

You didn't think that Peter would ever love you back or even find you the slightest bit attractive. Peter was handsome. He was funny, smart, kind - god the kindest person you'd ever met. You were just... you. You had gotten past a lot of your self esteem issues but you were still self-conscious, years of hating your body and thinking you weren't worth much came swirling back. You'd been in a few not serious relationships before but nothing real, nothing long lasting. Your heart ached with the possibilities of what could be but your head fought hard against it until you'd convinced yourself that Peter wouldn't find you attractive and he wouldn't want to be with you.

You smoothed your t-shirt down past your stomach, turning and twisting to look at yourself from every angle. You had a complicated relationship with your body. Growing up, you were bullied and the things that teenagers would say about you was awful. Why would people be so horrible over something as simple as a body? Why did your body offend them so much? As you grew older, growing into a young adult, you began to find a little bit of peace with yourself. You dressed how you wanted to dress, not caring so much if a tight skirt showed off your overhanging stomach and not batting an eyelid when you would have to size up after putting on a bit of weight. You were content within yourself and it showed. Confidence began to come back to you which meant that happiness was something that started coming back too.

However as you stood in front of the mirror as you got dressed to go have lunch with Peter, you couldn't help it as some of those old little worries came niggling back into your mind. You'd bought this new top a couple of weeks back and you liked it at the time but now that you were wearing it, you frowned at the way it clung to your stomach rolls and the way it showed off your arms. Maybe a different outfit would calm the worries in your stomach...

Four outfit changes later, you still weren't satisfied and you were starting to get frustrated, tears were starting to fill your eyes. You couldn't find anything to wear and now your insecurities were in full blown self-sabotage mode. In your frustration, you'd text Peter and made a lame excuse and cancelled on your lunch plans with him. You couldn't face him, not today, not like this. The thoughts that swirled around your mind were awful, horrid things that you hadn't thought about yourself in a long time and the tears came fast and furious after you text him.

To try to silence your insecurities, you curled up onto the couch and stuck on a Disney movie. Your phone, which lay abandoned on your bedroom floor, vibrated and vibrated signalling someone was trying to call you but you weren't interested in answering so it stayed on the floor and you stayed on the couch.

It was an hour or two later when you'd moved onto watching Beauty and the Beast that there was a knock at your door which you ignored until the knock continued and continued. Someone was persistent. You frowned, throwing the blanket off of you and huffing as you went to the door. You checked through the peep hole and your froze when you saw it was Peter.

"(y/n), let me in," he said loudly, "I know you're there."

You stayed silent with bated breath, panicked and unsure what to do. You'd ditched him earlier and now he was here but you weren't ready to see him. You looked down at your clothes; an old massive t-shirt and loose fitting pyjama trousers. You looked a mess.

"(y/n)."

"Yeah?" Your voice was quiet but with Peter's heightened abilities he could hear you perfectly fine.

"Let me in. Please. Whatever's going on, I just wanna help."

"You're not gonna go away are you?"

"Absolutely not."

With a heavy sigh and a pounding heart, you opened the door slightly, poking your head out, "Why are you here, Pete?"

He looked at you causing you to shift your weight to either foot, the way he looked at you with those damn brown eyes which bore into your soul made you nervous and excited all at the same time, "You cancelled on me," he said it like it was obvious, "You would never cancel a date-" date, "-to Frankie's, you love Frankie's. I thought something was up so I called and called and you ignored all my calls so I knew something was definitely up."

You avoided his gaze.

"Can I come in?"

You stepped aside, opening the door wider, and let him past. Your cheeks burned as shame settled deep in your stomach. You felt awful. You felt as though you'd let him down; let yourself down. Peter didn't bat an eyelid to your appearance nor did he judge it. He liked seeing you in comfortable clothes, liked you wearing anything but like this was his favourite. It was slightly awkward as he went to the couch and you followed quietly behind him.

"Watching Beauty and the Beast... without me?" The corners of his lips tilted upwards but the humour didn't quite reach his eyes. He knew that something was wrong, "Hey..." His hand reached for yours but you were quick to flinch away from him. Confusion and - was that hurt? - flashed across his face, "Have I done something to upset you?"

You closed your eyes, screaming in your head. It wasn't him, it was never him; it was all you. Everything was messed up and you felt awful because he felt bad. In your hatred for yourself, you'd managed to push away your best friend.

"(y/n)," his voice was soft, "tell me what's going on. Why does it seem like you're avoiding me?"

"Because I am." You couldn't look at him.

"Have I done something to upset you?" You shook your head furiously, "Then why are you avoiding me?"

"I couldn't find anything to wear." It was partially the truth, wasn't it? You couldn't find a flattering outfit and you freaked out and fell into a pit of sadness and self loathing.

Peter frowned. Couldn't find anything to wear? How did that work? Peter's mouth opened and closed a few times before he spoke, "Why did that mean you avoided me all day?"

You grabbed a pillow, hiding your face with it and effectively muffling your voice, "Because everything I wore made me look horrible. It made me look like I was 10 stone heavier than what I am and the way things made me feel... ugh! I just couldn't, Pete- how can I be around you looking like how I look when you look like that?" He didn't understand it. He didn't understand why you were talking about yourself this way, in such a horrid, ugly way, "I-I couldn't find something that made me look half decent!"

"Woah, woah, woah," Peter said, shaking his head as he gently tried to pry the cushion away from your face, "Why are you- Why are you talking about yourself like that, (y/n)?"

You groaned out of frustration, slamming the pillow down and storming away as your hands rubbed at your face tiredly. Everything was too hard and you'd had enough for one day, "Doesn't matter, Pete. Just hormones. I think you should leave." It was like you were watching yourself from above, not in full control and confused as to why you were pushing him away. Peter watched you and the hurt was obvious on his face. He, too, was confused, "I think it would be better if you left."

He swallowed, "I'm not leaving, (y/n)... I want to help you."

"Help me?!" You tried your hardest to sound annoyed but you sounded pathetic as tears welled in your eyes and threatened to fall, "Look at me, Peter... I'm a mess."

Peter shook his head and he stood to walk over to you. He didn't know what had spurred this but he knew that he had to help fix whatever issues you were having just now. His voice was soft as he asked you to talk to him, "Please," he begged, "just talk to me."

"How could you ever find me attractive when I look like this?" Your admission was a mere whisper but Peter heard it loud and clear. You turned away from him, cheeks burning and heart racing. God you must've looked insane; crying, pushing him away and then admitting that you wanted him to find you attractive.

He was silent for a moment too long and shame grew wild and fast inside of your stomach, climbing up your throat making you feel ill. You'd said too much. Peter Parker was your friend, nothing more, and yet here you were confessing to him that you wanted him to be attracted to you. Fuck. You'd fucked it. Tears of embarrassment flooded your eyes as you turned away from him, not wanting him to see the heat of your cheeks or the tears that threatened to fall.

"Why..." Peter couldn't comprehend what you meant by your statement, "Why would you care if I found you attractive? We're... We're friends, aren't we? Why would you care?"

"I don't," you said quickly, wiping your face free of tears, "I misspoke, doesn't matter so just forget it-"

But Peter couldn't forget it. He couldn't just drop it. He knew he was pushing you too far and he was scared that your friendship might suffer at the end of this but he had to know, "Wait, does that mean- (y/n)," he placed a gentle hand on your shoulder and spun you to face him, "do you want me to find you attractive? Do you have... feelings for me?"

Well if you weren't mortified before, you surely were now. Your face was on fire and again, your eyes welled with tears, "I-I- Just leave, Peter. Leave me alone." You pulled away from him, storming to the front door, "Just go away." You felt humiliated by this whole exchange. You had confessed your feelings for him partly and he wouldn't just leave. He was twisting the knife more and more, making that shame burn brighter in your stomach, "Please, just leave."

Peter didn't move. He stood staring at you with an unreadable expression. You had feelings for him? You, his best friend in the world, had feelings for him. Hope burned in his heart. He had been in love with you for years. He remembered when it happened. You were both 18 and had snuck into his Uncle Ben's alcohol cupboard and drank a little too much. You couldn't stop giggling at nothing as you and Peter stared up at the stars. He looked at you, grinning, and he knew. In that moment, he knew.

Over the years, Peter's hope for you falling for him dwindled so he pushed his feelings for you to the side. He was happy being your friend, that was enough, but if there was even the smallest chance that you felt the same for him... he would jump at the chance.

"(y/n)," he walked to you, hands reaching out for you, "I've been in love with you since we were 17."

Your breathing hitched in your throat.

"I've found you attractive for years. I find you your most attractive exactly like this; when you're comfortable. I... I never thought you'd feel the same for me so I never told you."

"But..." It was your turn to be confused now, "You have feelings for me?"

Peter laughed, hand moving up to caress your cheek, "You're the most beautiful person in the world to me, (y/n). You don't need to be ashamed or worried about how I perceive you... I promise, you are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." For a few seconds, you both stare at each other and even with your hair a mess, skin blotchy from crying and your eyes red, Peter still thinks you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, "Can I..."

You don't let him finish, instead you find a newfound confidence, and you force yourself onto your tiptoes to kiss him.

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Tobey!Peter Parker Dating A Plus Size Reader Would Include...

Request: Hello! I know I sent requests for "random request go!" so feel free to ignore me. I was just wondering - I was reading again your Spider-Man stuff (cause it is FANTASTIC <3 ) and I saw that in your note to "Andrew!Peter x Plus Size!Reader" you said that if anybody would ever want to, you'd be willing to write Tobey!Peter x Plus Size!Reader too. I was wondering if that's still the case. Cause if yes, I'd love to see it one day! No pressure of course, you can skip it if you want! Have a great day!

Oh my gosh lovely of course I will thank you so much, I didn't think anyone actually read those notes aha but I'm so happy you did!! Between Across the Spiderverse (which I still haven't seen yet I'm so slow!) and the Insomniac Spiderman trailer I am being well fed :)

Warning: mentions of blood/injury!

(I do not own Spider-Man or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @fmribeiro01.)

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I'm not joking even THINKING about this as a concept is making me squeal because like?? Tobey Peter?? Omg. Absolutely adores you. 24/7, non stop heart eyes motherfcker. Be ready for him to give you looks of such gut wrenching love and vulnerability that you'll just want to squish his cheeks together and kiss his forehead like the puppy he is.

You were 100% Peter's childhood crush, no question asked. You were always invited around to Peter's birthday parties, where the two of you would be thick as thieves for the whole night. Even poor exasperated Harry would find it oddly adorable when it was time to give Petey his cake, and he would bashfully pull out the chair beside him at the table for you to scoot onto. He thought he was so slick, bless his heart, when he reached over to fix your wonky party hat with his tiny shaking fingers, or shyly looked over at the rim of uneven frosting towards you when Aunt May carried out the homemade cake and told him to make a wish. You were always the last one to be picked up, despite living right next door: Ben, the sly old fox, could see how enamoured Peter was. How he had the firmest grip he had ever seen his nephew squeeze out around your arm, and how Peter stood holding the present you had given him in his other hand, not even noticing it because he was too busy fervently nodding and being strung along by every word you would say.

Ben would stall your parents at the door, blocking the way in by pretending to lean on his elbow, and spouting off about whether he was going to paint the living room a periwinkle or an egg shell blue. When your parents finally started to get impatient, you kissed Peter on the side of his cheek and left with a big wave, not really noticing the way he was standing stock-still, his fingers tentatively touching the side of his face and his mouth agape, blubbering like a blow fish. May has never seen him run so fast up the staircase, but Peter's so desperate to curl up alone under his duvet and thank whatever he can think of for making his wish come true, touching the wet imprint of your lips with a revered awe. Eventually, his giggling gets so loud during the night, that Ben has to come out and close over his door so he and May can get at least a little sleep.

A lot of your teenage years is spent with you jumping over your chain link fence in the middle of the night to meet a very anxious looking Peter, whose face quickly grows into a bright smile when he pulls the latest edition of the comic series you've been share-reading out from behind his back. Sitting on the cold tile by his garage, the night would slowly weave diamond dust through the sky, and sparkling joy through the irises of Peter's eye as the two of you stuck your heads together and poured over the pages. Every so often he would have to blink away, pretending he was fixing his glasses because you would catch the side-eye look he was giving you.

By the end of the night, you've fallen asleep, slobbering onto Peter's shoulder. He hasn't moved an inch: as still as marble, and doing his best to hold his breath so he doesn't rustle you, and so he can memorise the way your gratifying weight feels against the side of his shoulder. So he can imprint into his mind how tender your skin feels against his burning neck. It's only when Aunt May comes out to shake the two of you awake from the school bus that he runs into the kitchen all flustered. He grabs his backpack, and says goodbye, but refuses to change his jumper because he can still feel your imprint against the coarse wool.

From time to time that day, you'll peer round the door of your locker to catch him leaning into his, so giddy he's almost vibrating on the spot, which is probably why he's so distracted he bangs his head on the metal top of his own locker door oops.

Lunch that afternoon is even worse! Sitting diagonal across from Peter, you slide into the table next to an already frustrated looking Harry, whose kicking Pete's feet under the table and making incredibly unsubtle raised eyebrow points your way. He's so sick of the way his best friend will spend every minute of his time with you just staring: peering over his fruit pot, blabbering incoherently to himself with ruddy cheeks when he passes you the salt and your pinkie fingers brush, looking at your reflection in his spoon, pretending to stretch his arms and yawn just so he can 'look around the room', which also just so happens to be only the part that you're sitting in. He just wants his friend to be happy, and honestly, he's kind of dumbstruck that the two of you aren't together already, considering his eyes light up like gold-struck dawn every time he sees you.

It's only when Flash Thompson passes by and knocks Peter's elbow out from under him that he finally stops staring over at you. Mainly because his eyes are too busy slamming into his lunch tray, and breaking the bridge of his glasses down hard against his nose. The spell you wisp around his heart is finally broken when the blood starts gushing down his nose, and you have to half-carry him to the medical office. He spends 50% of the time walking there apologising to you, and the other 50% of the time is spent trying to stop his fingers from clenching into your arm. You've tucked him into your side, holding half his torso against you so he can spend most of his effort on pinching his nose, but he doesn't even care that he's swallowing blood anymore, he's so focused on how close he's pressed up against you. The feeling only grows more fervent, more needy, until he's twitching his thighs against the nurse's table to try and get himself to calm down, when you stay with him for the rest of the period to try and wipe some of the blood away. The way you're so close to his lips, the way that your gentle fingers are dabbing so close to his mouth that he can feel his rushing breath brush against your hairs is making him go cross-eyed with how much he's trying to focus on you.

'You know...', you start after a minute, biting your bottom lip nervously as you continued to dab at peter's nostril. 'I have eyes, Petey.'

'I-I know that, silly', he says, his breath coming out in a confused gasp. 'Me too!'

'I- I know you've been looking at me. Because I've been looking at you, too.'

His heart seems to be slamming into the caged cavity of his ribs, and yet everything seems to simultaneously be standing still: caught in a hazy, gliding, wavering dream as you slowly... ever so slowly drop the cloth into the sink, and break through the few inches between the two of you to press your lips against his top one.

For a moment, Peter is so shocked all he can do is widen his eyes, not even processing that the thing he's spent every moment of his waking and sleeping life wishing for ever since he was a child was happening right now. He tries really hard to stop his whole body from shaking, as his silky lashes finally falter shut against the top of your cheeks and he tries to focus his whole attention on the way your plush lip seems to press so perfectly against his own. After a few seconds though, when he hears the clattering of trays fall to the floor and the darkness he was letting himself fall willingly down into seems a little harder to blink out of, he realises the sound was him.

You're worried you've upset him, or stepped too far, or misconstrued his intentions when Peter falls backwards off you, but that's quickly replaced by frantic concern when he starts sliding to the floor. Thankfully, your reflexes are almost as good as his, and you're quick to wrap your arm around his back and cradle his head against your breastbone before he can slam his head against the floor again. He has to spend the rest of the day lying in the office's bed waiting until Uncle Ben can pick him up, but it was completely worth it. As he gazes up at the inane, plastered ceiling, suddenly everything else in life seemed so silly and pointless. All he cared about was rubbing his pointer finger over the wet patch of your saliva still dotted against his bottom lip, his eyes filled with a million bursting stars as he saw beyond the ceiling and into the skies, thanking it for making his birthday wish come true.

The two of you move into his crumby apartment after high school, and honestly? It's the happiest time in Peter's life. Sure, it may be small, and the walls may be flaky and they may shake every time a train rolls past the tracks outside, but every time he comes home to them he's greeted by the memories of the two of you laying against them like when you were kids, falling asleep against each other's heads as you read into the night. Sure, Ditkovich may hound the two of you constantly for rent, and the afternoons may be drowned out by the sound of his friends playing poker a couple of doors over, but they were so easy to forget in the evenings when you turned on your slightly dented radio and made a flustered Peter dance with you across the room, not stopping until you had him held tightly in your arms and he was so embarrassed with his two left feet that he was hiding his head in the curve of your luscious neck.

And sure, you may have picked up pretty quickly that Peter was Spiderman, considering he keeps hopping out the balcony at random hours and leaves his suit sometimes crumpled at the bottom of the closet, but you love him. And he adores you more than anything any universe could throw at him. So life, for the most part, is good.

Honestly, it's so cosy living with him?? Peter literally has spider strength, so he adores it when you lie on top of him in your bed. After a while of just nattering peacefully to each other about your days, winding down by playing with each other's fingers and sneaking kisses through the brackets of your arms, he feels so at peace to feel your weight familiarly resting on top of him. This need increases tenfold after he loses Ben, I think there's something so comforting to him, to know and feel that you're still so close to him, that he can synch the anxious patter of his heart against your own. He's so sweet bless him. he gets so sleepy that his head keeps falling down on top of your own, but he's so quick to lift it up again. He blinks languidly, that honey-sweet, silvery smile shadowed only by the tempered glow of the warm moonlight drifting through the balcony as he tries desperately to keep himself awake, giving his full attention to you.

There's just something about drifting off to the sound of your voice, knowing that for once, he's safe. That he's wrapped up, looked after, comforted by the love of his life. It just feels really nice to be the one coddled from time to time.

Sometimes, you'll jolt awake in the dead of night by the sound of some strange, wistful whispering echoing from somewhere in the near empty room. It takes your brain a little whirring time to realise it's coming from the hand that's spooning your waist, and the nose that's pressed tightly against the back of your thigh. Turns out Peter spends a lot of his sleepless nights tracing over your stretch marks, nestling down your back and reverently dancing his fingers up and down the tiger stipes on your waist. Every so often, he would rub his nose against their aureate lines in a fond kiss, gingerly resting his cheek against your bare skin again as he tried not to wake you up. What really made your heart melt, though, was the way an awe-struck 'wow' would slip from his lips in such a reverential tone, that Peter became so overwhelmed and could do nothing else but leave a small kiss against the side of your leg, dotted by slick tears.

This man picks you up on his scooter after your shift at work, mainly because 1) you are a much better driver than him, and it actually gets home in one piece rather than being tangled under a car wheel somewhere, and 2) when he's super stressed he finds it so comforting to wrap his arms around your side and press his forehead tightly into your back, letting the whole world melt away until nothing but whirling air and the scent of you is left. He always arrives outside your office building ten minutes early, making your secretary laugh when she spots him straightening his best flowery tie in the reflection of the waste bin by the bench outside. He has his best suit on, freshly pressed, and is nervously stepping from foot to foot with a crumpled bouquet of roses in his hand, like a teenager waiting to ask his crush to prom.

Every. Single. Day. You honestly just wait for the secretary to buzz you so you can grab your coat and run outside; you know far too well that Peter either dumps his Spidey suit through the window, or just wears his proper suit underneath so he isn't late. Doesn't matter if he has to catch five buses from the Daily Bugle, or has to 'borrow' his moped from 'Joe's Pizza' to get there on time, he's always there. And he always wants to look his best for you, even though he's still so surprised that someone as ethereal as you would even bother to look his way that he has to shuffle a handkerchief out of his trouser pocket and dab at the sweat beading on his forehead.

It's either that, or Peter scaring the bejesus out of you by picking you up with his webs. You'll just be minding your own business, walking down the sidewalk on your way back from your lunch break, only to be hoisted, screaming into the air and past an equally petrified looking pigeon. Peter does feel bad the first time he did this, since you were screaming the whole time he swung you, but you've settled into a better routine now. You've found it easier to watch the scattered tiles of churches and the blurred crests of building whiz by while you're holding on tightly to his waist, and your feet are firmly pressed on top of his own so he can keep you steady against him. I mean, you might still bury your head into his shoulder blade in absolute terror, but he makes it up to you by landing you down gracefully on top of your office a couple of minutes before you go back in.

The adrenaline from swinging about New York makes the kisses far more heated, and it's always helpful to have a little privacy when you pull the edge of his latex mask harshly up past the bridge of his nose and nearly knock him flying over the cornerstones with how fervidly you smash your lips against him. His arms instinctively come to wrap around you, and even he's grown a little more emboldened by the knowledge that you actually do love him and this isn't some cruel villain trick or high school prank, to open his mouth and press his tongue lovingly against yours. He never wants to let you go, so before he lets you go back to your job he gives you a tight hug, and presses a million warm little kisses in a treasure trail down the pulse point in your neck.

This man literally has like... two outfits, so he's constantly wearing your clothes! Surprise! You come home to find him sitting criss-cross on the bed, face bruised and tired worn from his latest clash with Doc Ock, but your sweatshirt tucked over him and lifted up against his cheeks like a little hidden koala bear. Surprise! You plan a surprise birthday party for him with Aunt May, only for him to turn up after work wearing one of your jumpers! It's just so snug, and homey, and it reminds Peter of when he was ten years old; when you came round to sleepover, and the two of you would crash on his mat after spending so long pouring through and excitedly talking about the new quantum theories in the science magazines he used to buy with his pocket money, Peter would shuffle up beside you. With a sharp breath, he would tentatively turn on his side and pray he wouldn't wake you up, curling into the foetal position. With a smile like dawn breaking through the soft tufts of a cloud, he would press his nose into your shoulder and just breathe you in, hoping he would never forget it as long as he lived.

This man loves to take you out dancing, mainly so he can grin wildly and show you off to every other customer in the restaurant. Every time he passes the waiter, or the Maitre d', he points wildly at your back and mouths ecstatically 'that's my Y/n!'. He legitimately pools all the money he's made from the photography, and from the pizza delivery together so he can take you to a fancy restaurant uptown. He feels so nervous when he gets up with that breathless smile and offers you his hand, but all his troubles just immediately melt away once he feels your hand brush over the strands of hair at the nape of his neck. He falls against you, easily caught just like he was all those years ago. Your fingers feel so soft, so perfect as they slot between his own, although his left hand never stops rubbing over the supple skin of your waist as he sways the two of you back and forth in time to the dream-like lullaby of the string quartet.

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Masterlist!

Will be updated as i post new stories!

Requests can be made on my page. Fandoms you can request for are in my introduction.

Agere - 🍼

Romance - 🥰

Angst - 🥀

Fluff - 💖

Other - 👀

Marvel Loki Laufeyson 🐍 Its okay, Dada's here 🍼 🥀

It's hard. 🍼🥀 Loki helps his disabled little take a shower Thor Odinson ⚡ Doctor Strange🧿 Iron Man (Tony Stark) 💸 Heimdall 👁️ Captain America (Steve Rogers) 🗽 The Falcon (Sam Wilson)🦅 Winter Soldier (Bucky Barnes)🦾

No princess, your perfect. 🍼🥀 - Reader feels as if theyre not right for bucky (Plus sized reader!)

You mean to much.🍼🥀 - Reader feels embarrassed about their bad thoughts. Vision🤖 Wanda✨ Hawkeye (Clint Barton)🏹 Rhodes🦿 Star Lord (Peter Quill)🔫

Never gone 🥀🍼 Black Widow (Natasha Romanoff)🕷️ The Hulk (Bruce Banner)💚 Spider-Man (Peter Parker *Tom, Andrew or Tobey!*)🕸️ Multi-Character fics Stucky💞 Wind down 🍼 Stucky x reader Movie Night! 🍼 💖Stucky x Reader

Knowing 🥀 Steve Rogers x James "Bucky" Barnes

Shopping! 🍼💖 Asgardian brothers (Loki + Thor) x Little!plus sized reader

His to cherish 🍼💖 - Stucky x baby-toddler space gn!littler

Senses 🍼💖🥀🥰 - Stucky, but mainly bucky. Bucky learns to fully trust gn!reader

Cabin time! 🍼💖 - Who doesn't love some tea and cabin time?

Hurts. 🍼🥀 - Stucky lets disabled!little reader know that they'll be there even though reader has bad health.

Homework🍼🥀- Reader invoulintarily regresses due to homework stress.

Other mixes

Steve Rogers + Peter Parker + gn!little reader

Sickie🍼🥀 - Reader falls ill and their two cgs worry. (Platonic CGS!)

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MASTER LIST.

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REQUESTS

-link to my requests page, who I will take. Please requests character/fandoms if you don't see who you want.

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marvel

-bucky barnes x reader

After Sam got y/n to agree meeting Bucky, strictly on mission terms, things start to get personal.

-avengers reacting to reader wearing a suit.

The avengers + others reaction to you wearing a suit. I added somewhat of a plot to each one.

-Our little secret: peter parker x crush!reader

only ned knows about y/n's crush on peter, and Peter's crush on y/n. they all decide to hangout for an annual lego build.

- gwen stacy x gn!band!reader

gwen has been ghosting you, but shows up to one of your concerts unannounced.

- avengers + getting caught making out with you (separately)

- peter parker x gn!classmate!reader

peter interrupts your best friend and yours conversation, but it turns out to be for the better.

- bucky barnes x best friend!reader

the power goes off in the avengers tower leaving you to find your way to the living room as per Tony's instructions.

- your camera roll if you were dating natasha romanoff

- your camera roll if you were dating peter parker (tom holland version)

-your camera roll if you were dating peter parker (andrew garfield version)

tmnt

-donnie x reader

Your overworking yourself only for Donnie to find you in his room mindlessly studying.

-2012 Leo x gn!reader

reader has recently became obsessive over drawing, and dedicated all of their time, creating worry with Leo.

-donnie x hurt!reader

the boys thought you were an intruder when the motion detector went off, but instead you stumble in.

content creators

-I wanna be yours: flamingo x gn!reader

reader comes home after work to find Albert binging on the couch.

-albert aretz x sleepy!reader

albert knew you loved to sleep, probably one of your favorite things to do. While he was editing a video curled up with you, he felt your bodyweight get heavier and wondered why.

-albert aretz x reader

Exhausted reader comes home after a tiring day at work and hasn't slept for days.

-albert aretz x reader

after a fun day out, you find yourself falling asleep against albert's hands. who knew he was such a hair braiding expert?

-albert aretz x reader

Albert tells your date that you two are dating, when you aren't.

-albert aretz x reader

Albert is worried that you would want kids with how you've been taking care of them.

- albert aretz x reader

Albert invites you to rest on his lap while he finishes his work.

- lighting - albert aretz x reader

the thunderstorm definitely had great timing.

albert aretz x reader

you were never really open about your scars, but Albert will always be there for you.

albert aretz x reader

"close your eyes and hold out your hands", definitely wasn't what you were expecting it to be.

- albert aretz x plus size!reader

albert finds one of your many hoodies.

- albert aretz x gn!reader

after finishing editing albert falls asleep on your chest, you wake a couple hours later to the feeling of it.

cobra kai

you scared me, kid.

platonic!johnny Lawrence x fem!hurt!reader - Miguel x fem!hurt!reader

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This is an archive of fanworks that butter my biscuit. Includes: PPCU, MCU + Spider-Man (Andrew's version), RPF of those actors, and Julien Baker RPF (boygenius).

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Future Possibility - Pedro Pascal RPF

Francis (ongoing) - Frank Castle x Reader 1940s New York AU

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Marvel

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DC (currently this is just Peacemaker and light of my life Adrian Chase)

Vampire AU

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For when you like an actor and wanna read for any of their characters. Except for Pedrito, most of these are currently just for one character. This includes RPF, which is clearly marked.

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Andrew Garfield - RPF

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Chris Evans - RPF

Diana Taurasi - RPF

Freddie Stroma

Jon Bernthal

Julien Baker - RPF

Pedro Pascal

Pedro Pascal - RPF

Sebastian Stan

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Sorted by character name, not grouped by universe or constellation

Adrian Chase x Reader (Vigilante x Reader also exists, same stuff, tho. Separated cuz comics)

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Cardinal Copia x Reader (separate from the Papa IV tag below)

Dave York x Reader

Dieter Bravo x Reader (see also: Dieter Bravo x Plus-sized!Reader)

Din Djarin x Reader

Frank Castle x Reader

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Javi Gutiérrez x Reader

Javier Peña x Reader

Loki x Reader

Maxwell Lord x Reader

Marcus Moreno x Reader

Marcus Pike x Reader

Oberyn Martell x Reader

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Somno

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Squirting

Vampire

WIP (coming soon)

Plus-sized reader character tag (cleaning up my tags to make all of the plus-sized reader fics searchable)

WLW and sapphic

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Peter Parker praising fem reader over every single thing until she snaps n they get down n dirty 😈😋

Peter Parker x Reader + Praise Kink- Dinner Reservations

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Masterlist

AN: Hey! So sorry this took so long to get out. Fucking love this request and all the other dirty slutty requests I’ve gotten so far! This is not edited, I honestly just wanted to start getting some content pumped out. Hope this met your expectations! I let a good chunk of my impulsive thoughts win ngl. Warnings: SMUT BRO DO NOT FLAG I STG, Praise kink to the MAX, blowjob, doggy style, readers a lil bratty. Peter Parkers sexy and I can’t take Kinktober warnings seriously. It’s kinktober. Don’t flag me otherwise I’ll delete my account and yeet my tablet. <3

Peter hadn’t let up all day- the subtle teasing, touching, and…praising. It seemed like everything you did he managed to find a way to slip in a few small words of praise. Cooking breakfast was followed by a “Looks amazing darling, you did such a good job,” while Peter softly grabbed your hips and pressed a few kisses to your neck. Redoing the living room? Yep, that was followed by a “It looks so good in here, I love the new Halloween decorations. You’re doing so good baby, keep it up.” Peter would praise with a massive smirk.

Your head was spinning now as you got ready for dinner. “Such a pretty girl…” Peter whispers into your neck as he places a few delicate kisses to your skin. It felt like everything came to a halt in that moment, something in you just…snapped. Turning to Peter you thrust yourself towards him, your lips hungrily pressing against his while your hands grip the nice fabric of his suit. Your legs push you forward towards the bed, making Peter stumble backwards as he attempts to follow your movement. “Y/N we have dinner res-“ he begins before you cut him off with a sharp-

“Fuck your dinner reservations Parker.” His legs hit the edge of the bed leaving him no choice but to sit down as you straddle him. Your mouth moves against his while your hands begin to work on shedding his jacket. Peters attempts to pry you off are futile the moment you’re unbuckling his belt. “All day Peter…you’ve been…ugh!” You huff out, now trying to unbutton his shirt.

Another smirk appears on Peters face as he realizes what he’d done. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he teases, allowing his shirt to fall on the floor next to his jacket. “I haven’t done anything wrong.” He insists with fake innocence.

Running your hands down his abs you look into his eyes with a deadly glare. “You’ve been fucking teasing me.” You try and scold.

“Tease? I haven’t done anything of the sort. I’ve just been telling you what a good girl you’ve been today.” His words were low and seductive as he leans forward to press more kisses down your exposed neck. His hands slowly reaching behind you to unzip your short black silk dress. The feeling of his cold hands on your now bare back made your jaw drop and your mind go fuzzy. You couldn’t help but lean towards him, enjoying the way his touch made you feel. “Oh, not so tough now pretty girl” He laughs while his hands snake under your thighs before flipping you over onto your back.

“Peter!” You gasp, coming out of your previous trance. His face was only inches from yours and you could feel him slowly pulling off your dress.

“Yes pretty girl?” He hums, his hands reaching down to unzip his pants. You gulp, realizing that you’re about to get your ass handed to you for making you both miss the dinner reservations Peter’s had for months. Peter stands in front of you, a smirk forming on his lips. “Be a good girl and get on your knees for me.” He says lowly.

You oblige, quickly getting down and kneeling before him. “Such a good girl,” he praises as he strokes your hair. “Now, suck my cock darling.” Your eyes flicker upwards to look at him, before refocusing on his hands as he pulls his dick out for you. You watch as he strokes himself a few time before you take over. Your lips slowly wrap around the head of his cock while your hand grabs his base. Peter gently pushes your head down further, causing you to gag slightly. “Fuck, taking me so well..” he murmurs as you begin to bob your head on his shaft. As you continue to suck him off, you use your other hand to help jerk off what you can’t reach with your mouth. The sight cause Peter to let out a string of moans as he resists the urge to fuck your mouth.

“Mmm, doin so good for me..” Peter continues to praise, you look up ay him again through your lashes, loving the feeling of his cock down your throat. You let out a small moan as you attempt to take him further, spit running down your chin and all over his throbbing cock. “Fuck, you’re going to make me cum already..” He hisses, slowly easing your mouth off him. “Get on the bed, ass up.”

You don’t waste a moment getting on the bed and arching your back, spreading your legs slightly with your ass in the air. Your tits and face pressing into the sheet with your arms near your head. Peter stood near the edge of the bed, slapping your ass gently as he positions himself behind you. “God Y/N, so pretty for me. Being such a good girl tonight.” He moans as he pushes into you. A moan escapes your lips as you grip the bedsheets. Peter began thrusting into you slowly as his hands grip your hips. He lets out a few more moans as he picks up his pace, slamming into you full force. A small cry tumbles from your lips as your body rocks against his, you can’t help but wiggle your hips as he slams into your cunt.

“Look at you, taking my cock so fucking well. Is this what you wanted? Hm?” Peter asks, slowly gathering up your hair in his hands before giving it a tug.

Your head falls back as you let out a small whimper. “I- I” you stutter, barely able to hold a thought with the feeling of his cock being buried so deep in you.

“Be a good girl and answer me.” Peter snaps, tugging at your hair again.

“Yes!” You cry out as his hips snap into yours even harder. The feeling of being stretched out by his cock was becoming overwhelming as your body shook with pleasure. “Peter I’m so close..” you manage out before spiraling into a fit of desperate moans.

Peter let out a long moan, his thrusts only getting more intense as he watches his cock slip in and out of your dripping cunt. “Be a good girl and cum on my cock,” he urges. Another cry escapes your lips as you feel the coil inside you snap, pleasure rushing over your entire body causing your toes to curl. Peter lets out a ragged moan at the feeling of you convulsing around him. “Fuck..so pretty…so good…you’re doin so good…” he moans before releasing deep inside you.

[ladyxskywalker]

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Just figured out that The Amazing Spider-Man (Andrew Garfield's ver.) is on Netflix, so if y'all have any requests for Peter Parker, please send them in!! (no smut).

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remind you

Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker x Plus Size!Reader (fem)

Warnings: fluff, mean self talk, lil bit o smut but not all the way lol

“Hey, hey, hey,” Peter whispered as he entered your bedroom, seeing you sitting on the edge of the bed with your head in your hands - softly sobbing as he rushed over to you. “Baby, what’s wrong? What happened? Are you hurt?” He placed his large hand on the nape of your neck, stroking it lightly with his thumb as he watched your back rise and fall as you cried - noticing you in a beautiful matching lace lingerie set.

“I- I was going to come in the kitchen and surprise you with this new lingerie set that came in, and when I checked myself one last time in the mirror I saw myself,” you paused, too ashamed to look Peter in the eyes, “And I just lost it - Peter, I hate myself. Look at me..”

“Nope. No, no, no. You know I can’t allow you talking to yourself like that, baby. C’mere,” Peter shook his head as held his hands out to you, walking you towards the mirror that covered your closet door, standing behind you as he placed his hands on your both sides of your waist, “Please - look.”

His fingertips lightly grazed your cheek, deep eyes staring at you through the mirror, “Look at this absolutely stunning face of yours. This face is my all time favorite face.” Peter smiles widely, his puppy dog eyes looking to you as his fingertips trail down your neck, lightly grazing your shoulder before falling back to your waist. “And this beautiful body of yours. This delicious, beautiful body of yours drives me absolutely insane.”

A warm blush shows on your cheeks as Peter bit his lip, still studying you in the mirror - slowly stepping his body closer to yours, the front of his hips meeting the backside of your body, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and bringing himself closer to you, nuzzling his pelvis perfectly with the curve of your ass.

Chills ran over you as he continued to look at you in the mirror, “My beautiful, breathtaking girl. What did I do to deserve you?” His nose snuggled into your neck as his warm lips met you skin, smiling as he took in your aroma.

“You’re crazy,” you quickly retort, still feeling insecure as you turned towards Peter - placing your hands on his chest. “But I still love you so much.” You said, hoping to get him off the subject.

Peter’s brows furrowed while his eyes searched yours, “Wait - are you serious?” His tone changed.

You made a confused face, Peter spoke again, “You don’t believe me? After all this time, you still don’t believe me when I tell you you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on? I’m obsessed with you.”

Silence.

“Fine,” he whispered. “I’ll just have to remind you.”

Peter’s hands slowly cupped your cheeks as his lips met yours in perfect harmony. He kissed you slowly, one hand cupping your cheek as the other found its way to your neck, lightly gripping it as his hips leaned into yours - slowly shoving you against the wall.

You moaned at his touch, sending shivers down Peter’s spine, the grip on your throat growing just a bit tighter as his lips parted yours, tongue meeting yours as his hand moved from your cheek to the front of your lace bra, quickly ripping it off with just a tug. Peter let out a low, prideful chuckle as your eyes snapped open at him, “that was expensive!” He grinned, wrapping his arms around your waist and picking you up, “oh, I’ll buy you more.”

He loved to pick you up and show how light you were in his strong arms, pressing himself against you as he leaned you into the wall, wanting you to feel the growing appendage in his grey sweatpants. He wanted you to feel what you do to him. You swallowed as you felt the size against your heat, which was growing wetter and warmer as he continued to caress your body.

Peter didn’t let you go as he slowly walked you over and gently got onto the bed on top of you, lips colliding with yours before he sat up between your legs and pulled his shirt off, messing his hair up as he looked at you. Gosh, he had such an incredible body.

He smiled, looking at you as if you were a piece of cake as he bit his bottom lip. “Why are these still on? I’m ripping these too!” He said excitedly, grabbing the front of your lace underwear with his hand and ripping it off in one pull, you laughed loudly as he did, “Peter Parker! I’m gonna-“

“What are you gonna do, huh?” He asked with an eyebrow raised as he pinned both of your arms down, kicking your legs further out with his knees as he positioned his hips close to yours. Peter rutted his sweatpant covered hardened cock into your wet folds, teasing you. You were unable to speak as his brown eyes studied your body, his chest starting to rise and fall as he took in the beautiful sight of your naked body, “oh, my beautiful, breathtaking girl -“ he shook his head, tracing the dip where your underwear line usually hits before meeting your clit, sending shivers down your spine, “The things I’m about to do to you…”

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sweetpea

PAIRING: dad!andrew garfield x reader

SUMMARY: andrew's first words to his little girl.

WARNINGS: fluff, mentions of childbirth

A/N: i struggled to make that summary sound non-sexual...i didn't choose a name but i did make it a babygirl! it's short. gif by gregory-peck. inspo

WORD COUNT: 731

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It was peacefully quiet enough for you to rest. Even in your sleep, you could hear the beeping of heart monitors outside the room and the bustling of doctors and nurses outside in the halls of the hospital. Even better, you could hear her husband murmuring to your baby.

"Hi, sweet girl," Andrew whispered, rubbing his thumb over his daughter's cheek. Her skin was so soft and plush compared to his calloused fingers that were the size of her head. "Look at how perfect you are."

In his arms, he cradled someone he'd been waiting nine months to meet. "Gave your mum such a hard time, but she'd say it was worth it," he chuckled, his smile reaching the corner of his eyes. Andrew gently bounces her against his chest. "Anything for you, sweetpea."

There was something resonating inside of Andrew. He felt a warmth growing in his core, a sensation of home. "I feel like I've been so lost, you know?" His eyes were attached to her closed ones. "When I heard you were coming, I felt so scared."

He strolled over to the window, pulling back one of the curtains so a slight ray of sun flowed into the room. "That's the whole world out there," he whispered, noticing her eyes were just barely peaking open. “It’s my job to protect you. I’ve gotta make sure you never hurt.”

Finally, her eyes opened. They were just as brown as his, perfectly matching her dad. Andrew let out a stifled cry when she could finally piece out who she was looking at, shuffling slightly around inside her wrapped blanket. “Hi, darling.”

There was a knock on the door as it slowly creaked open. A nurse with curly, brown hair tip-toed into the room, careful not to wake your sleeping. She held a small bottle filled with ivory milk. “Hi,” she whispered, cooing at the bundle in Andrew’s arms. “I figured she might be a little hungry, and we don’t want to wake mom up.”

Andrew’s heart fluttered at you being called a mother. You and him were finally parents, and you were parents to the most beautiful girl in the world. “Of course,” he stayed quiet, taking your baby over to the nurse.

“Would you like to feed her?” The nurse offered, noticing how Andrew didn’t take his eyes off of the baby. Not once.

Instead, he slowly smiled and nodded. “Yes, please,” he murmured so quietly, scared that his voice would crack. The nurse handed him the bottle that was too small for his hands. Andrew sat down on the small, uncomfy couch he’d slept on during the night, only this time, he sat with his daughter.

“Just so gently, against her lips.” He nudged the tip of the bottle against her small mouth, watching as she began to lightly suckle. Andrew’s chest caved in as the nurse was called to another room and he was alone with his little girl again.

He started to quietly hum to himself, tilting the bottle until it was empty and there was nothing more for her to drink. “I love you so much,” he whispered, setting the bottle down and caressed the small wisps of hair on her head.

His heart was immensely swelling with every passing second. Andrew could swear that in that moment, it was just him and her. You were there, of course—the mother of his baby would always be in his mind—but it was just him and the bundle in his arms.

“I can’t wait to teach you everything. You’re gonna learn…” he chuckled to himself, realizing that she couldn’t understand anything he was saying. “Never mind. But we can do whatever you want. I’ll take you to ride a bike a-and we can go the aquariums and zoos. We have a tiny puppy at home waiting for you, you’ll love him.”

Her mouth gently curled into a small form of a smile. She yawned and curled into his arm. “Over there,” he pointed to you sleeping on the bed. “That’s your mum. She loves you so much, worked so hard for you. Treat her well, okay?”

Andrew pulled her up so her forehead brushed against his lips, leaving a small kiss against her. Her eyes began to close again. “Go to sleep,” he shushed her, cradling her hand with delicate, shaking hands. “I love you, sweetpea.”

[heartdayz]

you’ve become my ceiling

summary: Peter likes to show you how strong he is. Sometimes he might get carried away.

pairing: peter parker x plus size!reader (fem)

content: nsfw, manhandling, overstimulation, praise

authors note: i wrote this because i needed it. peter parker loves plus size girls he loves fat girls he loves chunky girls. fellow fat girls this is for U. so tired of the smallness in some x reader fics we all NEED THIS . u r hot and sexy mwah

Strength is a funny thing.

It’s so relative — what does it mean to be strong? To be able to hold yourself up, power through what the world throws at you, or to be able to lift cars, bend cast iron pans. Some people are strong through and through but can’t lift but their finger.

Peter, though, is strong in every sense of the word. He would take what the universe gave him and make it into something beautiful. He was willing to feel the heat of a thousand suns if it meant his heart was a diamond. And the physical aspect, he has it too.

You hadn’t been used to guys being able to pick you up. It just wasn’t in the cards, and that was okay. But you can’t lie and say sometimes you liked the idea of being thrown around, treated so roughly, instead of heavily and with softness.

You eat those words, now, Peter’s hands wretched on your hips like a vice, holding you stern against the rough wall of his apartment. His lips were on yours, tongue sliding so wryly against your own, and he held you there for what felt like ages. Peter liked showing you how strong he really was; how he could do anything he wanted with you, without breaking a sweat. It was a move of arrogance, to show you what nobody else had.

“Peter,” you manage to whisper, just as he runs his tongue along the swoop of your collarbone, soddening your skin under his mouth. His grip on you is still fixed, fingers digging into your thighs, your skirt pushed up because of the position.

You had always told Peter he reminded you of Apollo, and now didn’t help — seeing him swathed in the dim yellow light, arms strained, biceps pushed out in all their glory. It didn’t help that you would let him take you to the sun, take you anywhere, show you anything. In the same regard, same conversation, he had kneaded your thighs with reverence, and told you that you were just like Aphrodite — the most beautiful person he had ever seen, to ever exist.

With a grunt, he repositions you, holds you up with the wideness of his thigh so that he could put his hands on either side of your face, fold his thumbs down the softness of your cheeks. Peter smiles at you, then, so sweet it almost kills you, like the sight of your face was enough to make him come right there. “My pretty girl,” he coos, voice dripping with pure adoration, just as he kisses you chastely once, twice, three times.

“All yours,” you breathe, leaning forward to press a kiss onto his jaw. He takes it gratefully, hands moving to grab at your waist, thumbs pressing into you and holding you even closer to the wall, if that was at all possible.

“I know,” he responds. You’re not even to the bedroom yet, still pressed against the wall by the front door, as if he couldn’t bear to make it any longer without kissing you. As soon as you’d arrived, Peter pinned you right here and hadn’t let you go since.

Now, his hands move again, one holding you up by the curve of your ass, the other making it’s way up your skirt, pushing aside your underwear. Peter hums into your neck, pulls away to look at his fingers when he pulls them back, soaked and glistening under the hallway light. “All for me, baby?”

You nod with urgency, pulling your legs tighter around him. He only smiles, puts his other hand to support your back, and lifts you from the wall, just to carry you into his room. There, he tosses you onto the bed as if you weighed nothing, like maybe a shopping bag. It wasn’t long before he joined you, shirt gone, face imperviosly buried in the softness of your belly, delivering kisses wherever he could manage. You giggle at him, grabbing him by the hair and tugging.

That’s another thing about Peter — he could go from so soft to absolutely serious, so fast. It was like a flip switched.

“You teased me all fucking night,” he says it so low that it borders on a growl. “This skirt.” Peter wraps his fingers around the fabric that’s now bunched on your hips, pushed away by his hands. “It’s not fair, baby. You kill me.”

And maybe it’s been so long before Peter that you’d had someone love you this much. So unconditionally, with so much heat and so much devotion. Most nights, Peter laid you out and worshiped you like a minor god, said your name in resounding prayers, made sure you knew he wanted all of you. He took care of you when you were ill and you sewed his wounds with great care.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured against him, an apology that met your eyes. He shook his head.

“Don’t say that. I love it.”

He shows you in his own Peter Parker way, lifting your legs up and hooking them onto his shoulders, pushing down to kiss you. There’s a layer of clothes between you but you can feel him hard against your center, blocked by his jeans and your panties, face above yours with a smirk. “Just like you love having your legs up here, isn’t that right?”

You nod once more, folded against his body. He’s cool in all the places you’re warm, hard in the places you’re soft. Peter, sodden with lust and idolatry, let’s your legs fall to the bed so that he can take your hands, sit you upright, and remove your shirt with resounding ingenuity.

With your breasts open to the world, he presses you down again, mouth drawn to them immediately. You watch fondly as he takes one in, then the other, until he gets himself drunk off the sight of you alone; all hot and bothered, tits splayed on either side of you, slick on the inside of your thighs. This is how he likes you, messy and sprawled out, open for him like putty in his hands.

“You’re mine to throw around, aren’t you?” He asks it while cupping one of your breasts into his hand, rolling the nipple and pinching it so that you twitched. “Pretty girl, put you wherever I want you. You like that, don’t you?”

You don’t respond, mouth still agape. You’re so wet you think you’re leaving a puddle on his bedsheets, so full with the need for him that it’s spilling out at the seams, so you take the opportunity to rut into his knee placed so generously between your thighs.

He pulls it away with quickness, shaking his head. “Always so impatient.”

You sigh with a small smile, “why didn’t you just fuck me against the wall, hm? Not strong enough for it anymore?”

Peter looks down at you, squints his eyes and you almost think he might have closed them. But you can still see the whites as he dips his neck down closer to your face, and hovers there — hot, minty breath fanning your cheek intimately.

“I can fuck you wherever, how ever, I want. I’m the strongest person in the world, darling.”

With that, you sit up just the slightest, propping yourself on your elbows. Peter holds your eye contact, doesn’t back away, your faces mere inches apart as you grin cheekily at him, “prove it, Parker.”

You may regret those words later when you limp down the hallway, but now your heart races with the challenge you’ve just presented to him. The muscles on his abdomen tense and ripple under your fingers, hands fanning across his stomach as he calculates you, deciding what to do, where to go first.

He settles for getting off the bed and taking you by the ankles, dragging you to the edge and leaning down over you. Peter, with the lights off except a couple lamps, is lit like a dying star, something so catastrophically beautiful. It’s hard to think of anything else when he wraps his fingers around your underwear and rips them off your legs, tossing them to a spot on the floor for him to find tomorrow. He leans over you, pressing a lone finger to your center, tells you ardently, “you are so fucking perfect.”

The blush goes from your cheeks, to your ears, and all of the sudden your whole body is glowing red hot from his words, from his delicate touch the same. It feels so little, the way his hand stays and barely moves, a tiny nudge that nearly slips from your wetness and is only controlled by his countenance. Peter’s still clothed — or at least, he still has his jeans on — but you feel okay with everything bared to him like this. The vulnerability doesn’t burn when it’s him.

“What if I don’t even fuck you,” he teases, letting his hand run up your thigh and ghost over your stomach, fingers pushing your skin in at your waist. It hitches your breath. “Just make you squirm here all night, since you don’t think I’m capable.”

You know his words are in vain, know the challenge is still hanging in front of his eyes, so it’s no surprise when he takes his jeans off along with his boxers, lets his length hang in between you both. With his fingers absent, you long for whatever touch he gives; take whatever he may offer.

With no warning, though, he steps forwards and pushes all the way into you, pausing when there’s none of him left, and you feel your head fall back with the pleasure that comes from it. “Look at you, taking it all,” he breathes, looks down to where you’re connected.

And maybe you had forgotten the way you’d teased him earlier, if not for the way he reached for your thighs, the way he effortlessly picked you up and turned you both around so that he was leaning against the edge of the bed, still inside of you. Maybe you’d forgotten but you remembered as he raised you, fucked you with not only his hips but in the way he bounced you, so easily as if you hadn’t weighed a thing.

“Oh my God,” you moaned, arms wrapping around his neck as he stared deeply at you, not once breaking a sweat. You bounced helplessly on top of him, clenching around him in a way that was delicious and irritating all the same, crying out for him in vile and blasphemous ways.

When you come for the first time, it’s as he’s staring at your chest, watching the way your tits move with the rhythm of the way he’s moving you, his hands pressed so harshly into your skin to hold you up. It’s too much to handle and you lose it, head thrown back as he continues to fuck you through it, then turns around and throws you back on the bed.

It isn’t long before he picks you up again, your legs on the brink of not working, and Peter bends you over the footboard until your legs don’t touch the ground, and you hear him sigh as he leans over you, slaps your ass hard enough that you moan deeply, gutturally.

You knew Peter had ruined you for other people only a week into you dating. He had fucked you against a bathroom sink, and not long after that a shower wall, and each time it occurred to you greatly — nobody could ever, ever do this as well as he could. Throw you around so cordially, with such repose as Peter has. Sometimes, silly enough, you thought maybe he had been made for you personally, sent to you especially, for a purpose that you couldn’t even fathom. Peter filled in the parts of you where there were holes and saturated with the feeling of being appreciated.

His hand gathers your hair into a ponytail and he yanks it back, your neck strained as he thrusts into you once more. You wish you could see him now, bending you to his will, arching your back so that his cock scrapes parts of you that you hadn’t known existed. You imagine home smiling to himself as you beg him to fuck you harder, faster, for him to do anything he wants.

He slaps your ass again as he pounds into you heavily, hand going back to push on the small of your back, stomach pressed against the bed. You come again as he fucks you relentlessly, continuing the thrusts even after you’re gripping the sheets tightly, until he pulls out and picks you up again, throwing you back to the center of the bed, slithering between your still-shaking thighs.

“Not strong enough to fuck you, baby? Are you serious?” Peter grins down at you, pressing into your sensitive clit, still tingling from your last orgasm underneath him. But you know Peter, he’s relentless when he’s right, when he proves you wrong.

You nearly scream when he thrusts into you again, hands going to make the effort of pushing your legs up to over his shoulders, going even deeper than the last time. You reprise his name in gentle unbecomings, so sensitive that you can feel yourself ripping apart with each time he fucks into you, each time he kneads your breast again.

“God, you’re so pretty like this,” he says through heavy breaths, biceps tensing and relaxing. You laughed when people asked if you believed in anything. Aliens, religion, the universe. It all seemed so inconsequential. You believed in Peter Parker, and that had always felt like enough.

You come for the third time around him, clenching like a vice and he screws his eyes shut, his own release hitting as soon as you tightened. He stuttered before pulling out to look at you, glistening with sweat, all fucked out underneath him. Your skirt still around your hips, eyes leaking with tears, marks from where he grabbed you to hold you up, legs vibrating with the overstimulation.

Peter leans over to kiss you, brushing your hair back. His lips are soft and pliable, already melted from the heat. He licks into your mouth playfully, collapses beside you and pulls you to face him, the wetness of your core still messy.

“Can we just lay here,” he asks. “Just for a second.”

“Why?”

“I just wanna look at you.” You know he’s telling the truth. You know in the way his index finger traces your cheekbone, your upper lip, the arch of your brow. Like he’s a painter. And maybe you fall asleep like that, leaning into the touch of him. And because she’s Peter Parker, he cleans you up and deposits you under the covers, lays next to you for hours to study you again, and then falls asleep to dream about it.