#andrew garfield 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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The cool breeze brushed across your cheek, prompting a shiver as you shifted beneath your duvet. A sudden thud from the open window made you jump, and you sat up in bed. Squinting in the dark, you scanned the room and, reaching over, switched on the desk lamp for a better look.

The sudden brightness caused you to turn away until your eyes adjusted. When they did, you noticed a hunched figure—someone familiar.

Jason.

Quickly climbing out of bed, you rushed over to him. You observed him holding his bicep tightly as crimson leaked through his fingers.

"Jason..." He looked up at you through his hair, maintaining a playful smirk despite the pain. How could he smile at a time like this?

Despite his smirk, you regard him with a grim expression. His late-night entries through your window were becoming a routine. Helping him up from the floor, you both headed to the bathroom. Seating him on the toilet, you searched the medicine cabinet for your first-aid kit. Once found, you settled at the edge of the tub, ready to tend to his wound.

He lifted his shirt, allowing you to examine the not-so-deep but bleeding stab wound. Stitches were necessary.

As you started stitching, he caught his breath, grunting as the needle and thread moved through his wound.

"Sorry," you said.

"You say that every time," he remarked, and you looked at him with confusion.

"Because I don't like hurting you," you clarified.

Jason's eyes softened as he observed your focused efforts in patching him up. He felt remorse for waking you in the middle of the night. "I'm sorry for waking you up and everything... I know you have work in the morning."

You shook your head, nearly finished with the stitching. "It's okay. Without me, who knows where you'd be right now."

"Probably dead somewhere."

You chuckled, recognizing the truth in his words. Finally completing the last stitch, you cut and tied the thread. After washing your hands clean of the blood, you returned the first aid kit to its place. Placing a large band-aid on the sink for him to apply after his shower, you climbed back into bed. The sound of the running shower began to lull you to sleep until a pair of arms wrapped around you.

"Thank you for everything," Jason whispered, placing a small kiss on your neck.

"You're welcome."

As the warmth of Jason's arms enveloped you, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of exhaustion and relief. With a whispered goodnight, you both surrendered to the embrace of sleep, grateful for the unspoken understanding that bound you together.

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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."

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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)

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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).

[hauntedwitch04]

Hi loves!

I'm here to announce that as of today I have created an account where I will keep you updated on all my writing progress of the various series and one-shots I am writing and will write. Feel free to follow me or not. With love, your witch Becca.

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I miss writing, requests are open for anyone on my masterlist

kiss prompts

dialogue

"can i kiss you?"

"are you sure about this?"

"close your eyes"

"wanna practise?"

"i really, really want to kiss you right now"

"i think i deserve a kiss"

"if you win, i'll kiss you"

"kiss me again"

"are you wearing chapstick?"

"shut up" (affectionately)

"you'll have to teach me"

"was that okay?"

"woah.."

"you're gonna get lipstick all over me"

"i think this is the part where you're supposed to kiss me"

"just follow my lead"

"one more kiss? please?"

"can we do that again?"

actions / scenarios

hand kisses

neck kisses

cheek kisses

stomach kisses

forehead kisses

thigh kisses

trailing kisses down your lovers body

arms wrapped around your lovers neck

light pecks

smiling while kissing

lifting your lover up

kisses meant to distract

kissing for a dare

goodmorning kisses

goodnight kisses

hello kisses

goodbye kisses

kitchen counter makeouts

kisses while cuddling

soft kisses becoming heated

heated kisses becoming soft

kisses to keep your lover quiet during sex

kisses while sitting in your lovers lap

kisses under mistletoe

leaving love bites on your lover

pulling away to look at eachother, eyes full of love

whispering in-between kisses

lifting up your lover while kissing

messy half asleep kisses

kisses that lead to more than kissing

kissing in the rain

almost kisses that are interrupted by a third party

nervous kisses

staring at your lover's lips before a kiss

hands on your lovers neck while kissing

routine kisses

drunk (mutually / accidental) kisses

kissing your lover as a reward

lazy makeouts

kisses leaving you breathless

heavy breathing with foreheads leaning together

hands in your lovers hair

hands under your lovers clothes

forbidden kisses

pulling your lover in by their collar

pulling your lover in by their tie

hands cupping your lovers cheeks

passionate kissing, pressed up against a wall

being caught kissing

confessing in the heat of the moment, leading to a kiss

luring your lover back to bed with kisses

kisses with a height difference - one leaning down while the other is on their tiptoes

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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

tasm: peter parker (andrew garfield’s peter only)

bridgerton: benedict, anthony, colin, kate

𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗶𝗱

some bunny special- dad!spencer x fem!reader

please don’t have somebody waiting on you- s1!spencer x bau!reader

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

blurbs found under the tag- belle’s blurbs s.r.

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

part 2

part 3

part 4

blurbs found under the tag- belle’s blurbs a.h.

𝗯𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝘁 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗼𝗻

good old fashioned lover boy- benedict bridgerton x fem!reader

𝘀𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘁𝗼𝗻

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𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗼𝗻

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.

[s0ulsniper]

MASTER LIST.

🕯️ - links to my works will all be connected to this post, to make it easier, and far more organized.

REQUESTS

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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

[plussizeappreciationfics]

Can you write something for Andrew Garfield? It can be anything

You getting jealous over Andrew’s female coworker includes:

-You knowing that he’s just doing his job, so you jam your foot in your mouth and act like everything is fine

-Andrew noticing a change in your behavior like not asking him how shooting with the female coworker is or how you tend to change the subject when he mentions her

-You acting like nothing is wrong when he asks you why you’re acting differently

-You constantly having to think about that one intense sex scene they had to perform, the way she was looking at your boo not sitting well with you because it really seemed like she was actually in love with Andrew

-More flashbacks of you then meeting the actress and noticing how she really was comfortable touching and caressing your boyfriend’s arms and shoulder right in front of you

-A weird gut feeling starting to churn in your stomach whenever you visit Andrew on set and she’s there

-Andrew getting fed up with your weird glances and mumbles whenever he turns his back to you

-“Okay enough [Y/N]. Please explain what’s wrong with you so I can understand and support you” your boyfriend pleads one evening after only getting nods and hums from your side while trying to talk about his current movie

-You sighing in defeat, realizing that you weren’t as lowkey as you thought you were and now was faced with an unwanted confrontation

-“I don’t trust your coworker…I don’t want to come over and jealous and possessive but she has behaved in a way that simply doesn’t sit right with me” you finally confess, feeling bad for having not communicated your thoughts all along

-Andrew being surprised at your confession but patiently letting you explain your point of view, telling how you don’t know why you’re insecure all of a sudden or why she gets on your gahdamn nerves all the time

-Once you’re done, Andrew engulfs you in a tight hug and reassures you that he has no eyes for anyone else than you. And that he hasn’t paid much attention to her behavior because he doesn’t care much about her. He finishes his little speech with a promise to be more attentive and should his coworker do or say something inappropriate, he’d make sure to report it

-You instantly being relieved and apologizing for your stagnant behavior, your boo hushes you with his lips and makes sure to show you how much he loves you *wink wink*

-Your gut feeling being right of courseeeeee

-The coworker trying to snatch Andrew away from you as she had fallen for him herself and thought that she’d have the right to steal him asap

-It’s Andrew who spills the tea a few days before the shooting of the movie is over, he screeches your name while you’re clipping your toenails in the living room while enjoying K-drama

-“What the fu—YOU WERE RIGHT ALL ALONG. SHE TRIED SEDUCING ME!” your boo cuts you off, still feeling the adrenaline of the exposure pumping through him

-He takes a few deep breaths before joining you on the couch, greeting you with a soft but quick kiss before kicking his shoes off and removing his jacket, all while staring wide eyed at you

-“So I went back to my trailer because I had forgotten the script and needed to go over a few more lines. When I opened the door, she was sitting in my makeup chair BUTT NAKED and started talking about how I could do anything to her body as she had been having a crush on me ever since we got casted for the movie!”

“What did you do?!”

-I shut the door and ran to the director’s trailer, got him and her assistant to remove her from mine and put on some damn clothes. She was embarrassed and I only felt sorry for her because she had chosen the most ridiculous manner to confess her feelings!”

-You staring at your boo wide eyed, the weird gut feeling instantly vanishing as some sympathy for the actress starts downing onto you. She had embarrassed herself and would be a talking stock for a while

-“I love you. Only you [Y/N] and I’m sorry I didn’t notice her behavior before because today could’ve been avoided

-You kissing Andrew and telling him that he has done nothing wrong, that you simply should’ve said something from the very beginning and that everything will be okay now that the truth has been revealed

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[lipstickbisous]

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

the following work is my own writing. do not plagairise or copy and paste my works onto another platform. message me about credit.

MASTERLIST

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.”

[sincericida]

Warm Shower and Soft Kisses

Peter Parker x Reader

Masterlist

Wordcount: 1.3k

Synopsis: Peter takes care of you after you after you disappear for a week.

Warnings: Fluff!!, hurt/comfort, Peter taking care of his girl, Shower with Peter, technical nudity but no smut or descriptions.

AN: Can be imagined as any Peter, gif is just tasm. Lightly edited. Also I’m currently working on two requests so stay tuned <3

A chilly breeze rushes through your room, waking you from your slumber. Your eyes flutter open and lock on your open window that’s letting in the cold November breeze. “Fuck,” you mumble as you bury yourself deeper into your duvet, far too lazy to get up and actually shut the window. You’ve been like this for almost a week now, a lethargic shell of your former self hiding in your room away from the problems of the word.

You haven’t been up more than 10 times since it all started. You refuse to move unless you have to go to the bathroom, and even then you do that begrudgingly. On top of your refusal to move unless absolutely necessary, you find yourself calling out of work most days, unable to handle the thought of dealing with people. You’re also skipping classes and ignoring everyone’s attempts to contact you.

Your biggest issue at the current moment is Peter Parker, your boyfriend. He stops by your place at least twice a day since you disappearance. Your parents always sending him away per your request. You felt horrible for pushing Peter away, but you felt so sick and the thought of being with another person exhausts you. Your whole body was aching just from you laying silently below your covers after all.

Your quiet day comes to an end just as quickly as it starts when you hear Peter slipping through your window. “Y/N?” He whispers, approaching your shaking body that’s huddled under a pile of blankets. “Baby, what’s going on? Are you sick?” You feel him peeling the blankets off you, revealing just how horrible you look. Your eyes have heavy eye bag’s despite you sleeping most of your days, and it’s clear you haven’t showered since your disappearance.

When you look up you’re met with a face of concern. “Hi,” you say meekly. Your voice feels scratchy in your throat as you speak for the first time in a few days.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Peter presses the back of his hand to your forehead. “Sweetheart…”

You give Peter a small smile before feeling suddenly embarrassed, you can’t even remember at this point the last time you brushed your teeth. A frown settles on your face as you look up at Peter once more. “I haven’t been feeling like myself lately.” You whisper.

Peter frowns, stroking your cheek. “I can help you get a shower if you’d like baby?” You nod slowly, grateful for your boyfriends offer. You place your hand in his and allow him to lift you up and out of bed. You latch onto Peters arm the moment you stand up. It’s abundantly clear just how shaky your legs feel due to the lack of use.

Peter guides your wobbling body into your bathroom, turning on the lights and fan in the process. The bright lights are overwhelming as you sit on the bathroom sink, watching as Peter starts the shower for you. “Come on pretty girl, let’s get you cleaned up.” Peter smiles as he gently kisses your cheek.

You watch as Peter strips out of his clothes before helping you out of your own. The cool air sends a shiver down your spine. You take a moment to enjoy being out of your dirty cloths as Peter leads you under the warm water.

“Better?” He asks as he gently massages your scalp while placing kisses all over your face.

“Much,” you sigh, allowing your body to relax under his touch. You wait patiently as Peter lathers up his hands with Shampoo, just wanting to feel his hands in your hair again.

“Shall we get your hair washed m’lady?” Peters asks, not really waiting for a response since his fingers are already tangling in your hair before he finishes his sentence. You let out a small moan at the sensation of his fingers giving your scalp a deep massage. Every muscle in your body seems to let go in that moment, putting you into a state of calm.

Peter pulls away from your hair momentarily, lathering conditioner onto his hands before returning to your hair. “Thank you Peter,” you whisper softly, getting on your tip toes to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Anything for my girl,” he smiles.

You allow yourself to soak up the sensation of being clean along with Peters gentle hands slowly rubbing the soap bar all over your body.

“You look so pretty right now, I hope you know that.” Peter coos, also enjoying the feeling of his hands gently lathering soap into your plush skin. He’s been worrying sick about you for essentially the last week. Since you didn’t return a single phone call and when he knocks on the door your mom always tells him you aren’t feeling well.

You’ve been on Peters mind since the day of your mini disappearance, making him feel sick and lonely without you at night. He was missing the sound of your voice, the way you giggle and laugh, your bright smile and witty jokes. He was missing every inch of you, and now that you’re finally back in his arms he wasn’t sure how he was going to handle having to go home again.

You were both so caught up in one another’s presence you only notice how long it’s been when the water starts to get cold. You both let out a small laugh, rinsing off before hopping out of the shower.

Peter helps to dry your shivering body, hoping to warm you up as quick as possible. You aid Peter in drying off as well, wanting to help him like he’s been helping you.

Peter ruffles your hair in the towel before wrapping it around you once again and making his way to your sink to grab a toothbrush. He quickly gets some toothpaste and wets the brush, helping to ease it in your mouth.

He didn’t question why you haven’t showered it brushed your teeth, rather he just silently helps you do so, sprinkling words of encouragement along the way. “You’re doing great sweetheart, you have such a pretty smile you know.” Peter says as he continues to help you brush your teeth.

Despite your exhaustion you find the energy to throw your arms around Peter, toothbrush still sticking out of your mouth. He lets out a small laugh, hugging you back and kissing all over your face.

“Come on, let’s finish brushing your teeth so I can kiss your pretty lips,” Peter urges, as he helps you finish up. Once your teeth are clean Peter makes sure to press five kisses to your lips immediately, savoring the feeling of your lips on his.

“I should probably get dressed before we keep kissing,” you tease, starting to feel like yourself again.

“Mhm, how about some warm fuzzy pajamas?” Peter offers as he leads you over to the closet. He shuffle through some options before setting on your red t-shirt and short pajama set. “This one’s my favorite on you, and I know you’ve said it’s the most comfortable.” Peter smiles as he helps you into your cloths. He shuffles through some of the cloths he left at your place, throwing on a pair of boxers before leading you over to your bed.

“Peter?” You whisper, looking up at your boyfriend as you sit on your bed.

“Yes baby?” He hums, placing a kiss to your forehead.

“Can you cuddle me? Please?” You beg, craving Peters soft touch once again.

“Anything for you love, come on, crawl under the covers.” He replies as he helps you situate. He slowly pulls the covers up and around you both, holding you in his arms tightly.

“I love you Peter,” you say softly, feeling your eyes grow heavy once more.

“I love you too Y/N,” Peter hums, kissing your forehead one last time before you fall into a deep slumber.

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[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.

[hauntedwitch04]

I'M NOT DEAD

HI! Surprise, I'm not dead! Okay btw, I'm really sorry that I disappeared like that, but we can say it was a tough year. Now I want to return to write like I did some while ago. I will try to anwser to some request that are waiting from more than a year but I can't promise nothing. Hope you will like my stories.

Last but not least, thank you really, for all the love I recived, while I was writing litterally nothing.

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Ok ok I have an idea hear me out Peter + thicc bratty reader + spanking??? 👀👀👀

Oh lawd - Forgive me lord for I have sinned lol hope this works babe!

Warnings: smut, 18+ (I ain’t ya momma - don’t read this if you are a child or don’t like smut lol please)

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Tease

Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker x Plus Size!Reader

Peter tinkered with his web shooter at the kitchen table as you cooked dinner, clad in underwear and one of his shirts - rocking your hips back and forth to the music playing on the turntable in the dining room. Peter’s brown eyes met your bouncing hips, staring over his glasses with his mouth agape, watching as his shirt slowly started to rise up your stomach revealing more skin. He swallowed, adjusting his glasses correctly on his nose as he leaned back in the kitchen chair, adjusting his already throbbing cock.

He continued to stare, slowly rubbing himself through his pants as you danced in the kitchen. You felt his eyes on you as you turned, seeing his dark gaze that you knew so well, quickly taking full advantage of the situation and lifting your shirt up - flashing Peter while sticking your tongue out at him.

You lowered the shirt and walked back to the food cooking on the stove, slowly mixing it as you tapped one foot to the beat of the music.

Peter’s large hands wrapped around the curve of your hips, slowly pushing his erection into you - showing you what you had done to him. He hummed into your hair as he inhaled the scent of you - intoxicating - “Did you just flash me and then put them away?”

You giggled, “Oh, is that what I did?” You tease, rubbing your ass into Peter’s pelvis, feeling his heart start to race as his hands grip onto your hips. “You know what you did, baby girl,” he said in a raspy, almost breathless tone as his hands started to rub your thighs, bringing you close to him. “First you were teasing me with this incredible ass - and then you flash me? It’s almost like you want me to hold you down and spank you, baby girl.”

“Oh,” you turn towards him, smirking as you adjust his already falling glasses back onto the bridge of his nose, “I didn’t realize dancing in the kitchen would turn you on so badly, Spidey. I’m sorry.”

You patted his chest before walking over and putting plates on the table, “I was just cooking and dancing, I didn’t mean to tease you.” Your tone was sarcastic as you looked at Peter, who was still standing in the kitchen watching you with hungry eyes. His eyes went back to your hips.

You were leaning over the table placing utensils down as he saw that your underwear had been basically eaten by your ass - risen up and looking as if it were supposed to be a thong. Peter cleared his throat as his face turned bright red before he smirked, biting his lip as he moved his hand, quickly shooting webbing from the shooter he had finally fixed.

Looking down to the table, you see your right hand wrapped in his webbing before you turned, looking back to him, “Peter, what is this?”

Peter shot another web towards you, trapping your bare left foot on the hardwood floor, “Peter!”

You couldn’t move, ass up laying across the kitchen table as you heard Peter walk towards you - only feeling a single finger hook the top of your bunched underwear before pulling them down quickly as you gasped.

“You are such a fucking tease,” Peter spoke, his voice deep as he started to rub his large hands together. “Do you remember what I did last time you teased me like this, sweetheart?”

Before you could answer, Peter’s right hand met your ass cheek, causing you to yelp. His hand lingered, lightly rubbing your tender skin, rubbing over your exposed pussy before raring back and spanking you again. He positioned his hips with yours, pulling his hardened cock out and putting it on your lower back before he started to stroke himself. Stopping only to spank you again, fingers slowly dipping inside of you, making you moan.

“P-Peter,” you whimpered as his pace remained the same - painfully slow as his fingers seemed to be gathering up the wetness inside of your cunt before his fingers met your clit - rubbing it slowly before spanking your pussy.

He leaned over your body, pressing himself into you. The length of his warm member rested against your tender heat. “Are you going to tease me again, my baby?” Peter whispered into your ear.

You nodded - yes. If this is what happens every time you teased Peter Parker you’d happily take it.

He smiled, putting his fingers in your mouth as he spanked you again. “Fine. Have it your way. I guess I’ll just have to keep spanking you until we can see eye to eye. Or do I just need to go ahead and fuck you?”

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