#sorry it’s kinda hard to see his face TvT

[jujubeanie]

[s0apysm1les]

Hi, your writing is absolutely wonderful 💖 Could I please request/ask for some headcanons with a reader who doesn't want to sit on yandere Peter Parker's lap since she's a bit chubby and is kinda insecure of how she looks like me (Believe me, people are just brutal when it comes to those sort of things 😭😒) Hope I didn't make you sad and if I did, I'm really sorry TvT

Aw! Lap sitting! - never actually did it before because I'm in the same insecurity boat, haha.

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content: lap sitting, self deprecation, reference to yandere themes

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"No, Peter. It's not funny! I don't want to!" You bit out. You were tired of him thinking that making such a stupid joke was okay. Even as you were trying to pass by him to leave he still didn't stand up from the stuffed chair or apologize for his teasing.

"Come on, Y/N. Don't be mad," he cooed as you started trying to slip past him. "All I want is for you to sit right here. Just for a minute?" He patted his thigh and smiled coyly at you.

You felt yourself blush in embarrassment at the thought... and then the quickly following thought of him groaning in strain from you on his thigh and your embarrassment became shame - needlessly so, in his thought. Shaking your head again you go to slip out of the door, just out of his reach.

But with a quick swirl of air around your face, you took a moment to realize that not only were you not out of the room you were also no longer even on your own feet. They hovered inches above the floor as the rest of you was solidly placed on a particular thigh you were trying to avoid and with the owner of said thigh's arm firmly around your back and gripping the back of your elbow.

You weren't sure if your blush had faded before but you were certain that your face was redder now than it ever had been before. You were about to start trying to sit up when Peter locked his free hand around the wrist of your arm closest to him.

"See? There's no problem." Peter smiled at you, his grip was as hard as steel and you found it difficult to even twist your hand in his tight grip. "Now, why were you being so difficult before?" He asked, tilting his head and looking you in your nervously shifting eyes. While his tone is full of warmth, his eyes are cold and dark inside. That didn't really help still your nerves.

"I- I'm embarrassed... Please, let me get up Peter.." You went to cover your face with your hand, but his grip on your elbow only let you raise the arm halfway. You turned your head away from him instead. All inklings of your loud anger from earlier was gone.

"You're embarrassed? Of what? How cute you are?" Peter teased softly, freeing your wrist to turn your face back to him. The feel of you on his thigh, the heat of your body made him burn in hunger. Did you truly not know just how appetizing you were and looked?

He would lock you to his side if he could. Could you feel him? Your hand was so close on his thigh... Yet you seemed to be needlessly blind to yourself. While he enjoyed being able to so easily influence you to keep you close, the knife of self deprecation you seemed to always hold to your own throat was getting more than frustrating. To the point where he had broken character and grabbed you, roughly pulling you onto his leg - where he so desperately felt you had to be... Now, the next goal he had was to slowly "get you used to" this type of physical touch... to the point where you will straddle his waist of your own volition.

There's only so much patience he had, after all... and right now, he was close to the breaking point.