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LOVESICK TEACHER [TASM!Peter Parker]

Summary : Peter lost you over ten years ago. Well, let's thank your niece, his favorite student, because here you are today, presenting your job to his class.

Pairing : Elementary teacher!Peter Parker X Reader

Warnings : 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, smut, fluff, angst, peter being stupid (when do i ever write him smart...), soulmate trope kinda, both are a little toxic lets be real, gwen in the middle but she's best girl so get off her dick and be nice, i kinda followed andrew and emma's story with that one too, creampie, pet names (pumpkin, sweetheart, baby), slight mentions of manhandling, use of webs, kinda exhibition because they do intimate stuff in the street, overstimulation, kinda subby peter, kinda dom reader, lots of cum too, slight titty worship, slight pussy job, lots of kisses and soft touches.

A/N : another one for you birdie ✨ i kinda LOVED writing that one, missed writing for this idiot 🙈

Peter Parker could never really qualify as an idiot, but in that moment, he had never felt more stupid in his life.

It all matched perfectly and maybe it was the delusion that pushed him to ignore the signs but fuck, they were screaming at him now and he couldn’t just act like they weren’t there, like you weren’t there. It had been an entire decade of longing and confusion, and now, you were here, in front of him. Him and his entire class of little kids.

“Hi, I’m here with Mimi and I’m going to present my job as a lawyer.” You said, a tender smile on your face.

All the students cheered for you, some throwing looks at ‘Mimi', the little girl you were here for. Peter couldn’t hear any of the sounds around him, completely deaf to anything that wasn’t your voice. It echoed around him, sounding so distant yet close, as if coming out of his own head. It was a familiar feeling, but it never was this vivid before, not even in his wildest dreams or memory. He had dreamt of hearing your voice again, not in his head or memories this time. It had become so recurrent that the default voice for his memories or conscience was yours, even after all these years of not seeing each other.

You started presenting yourself and what you did on the daily to the weirdly attentive children. The teacher knew Mimi probably had something to do with it, the little girl so eerily similar to you. Now that he thought about it, he had been ignoring all the tells that slammed in his face. From her family name to her personality, she was like you, in so many ways it made him dizzy. She was like a tiny copy of you, a copy that seemed to look like you and you only, no one else.

He had been staring at your face with this stunned and pained look, as if seeing you was physically painful to the man, as if the vision of you was stabbing him repeatedly. A part of him knew you weren’t the one holding the knife in this situation, he was. He’d been holding it for a decade, waiting for the moment to hurt himself further, hurting himself until he truly felt the pain. He just didn’t expect to feel the pain in question in the middle of his class, with literal children watching.

The positive element here was that the kids seemed to be very interested in your job, this was definitely due to your way of explaining it. You knew how to make a topic fun for kids, you always did. From your facial expressions to your words, all of it was fun, you were the fun one. Even back in , you had been the one to always know where and when fun things would happen.

Peter never understood how you two ended up mixing together, when your crowds seemed to be so different.

Ah… Right… He knew how. It was stupid too.

You had figured out his secret identity when he jumped into your apartment thinking to was his. You helped him fix his wounds and from then on, helped in managing life and his nightly activities.

Until the hurricane came. Hurricane Gwen Stacy.

“Mr. Parker ?”

The man’s entire body jolted at the sudden voice and slight tug of his pants. Looking down, he found little Mimi smiling up at him with a proud smile on her face. That fucking smile, even that was the same. A slight hint of mischief mixed with all the love and innocence in the world. No, not innocence, hope. The smile he recognized it from you, a smile that you always had whenever he felt like giving up on the spider part of him. You had been his little ray of hope and one of his student was carrying the mantle.

He crouched to reach her level, smiling tenderly at her despite the little knot forming in the pit of his stomach at the idea of confronting the little girl, a child you had with someone else.

Like she always did, her little hands reached for his face to hold it still, she didn’t like it much whenever she was talking and the person wasn’t looking at her. Just like you. Her pupils were dilated in excitement and he could hear her heartbeat thumping inside her little chest.

“Mr. Parker, she’s finished, you gotta meet her now ! She’s real fun, just like me !” Declared the little girl, practically dragging her teach face first towards the source of her pride.

The man chuckled, standing up and handing the little girl his hand to let himself be guided towards you. Each step he took made him feel both heavier and lighter. The feeling of seeing you again brought him to cloud nine but the anxiety of your reaction buried him under the weight of the years that separated you both.

“Titi look ! It’s him ! Mr. Parker !” Presented Mimi, jumping into your arms to be carried, which you did.

“I know love, he’s right there, I can see him.” You smiled, kissing her forehead and making funny faces at her.

“I know ! But your eyes are bad, so I was making sure !” She responded honestly, looking at you as if it was the most obvious thing ever.

You laughed to yourself and Peter tried not to laugh and collapse to the floor at the same time. More than her name, face and mannerism, she also had your sarcasm. The resemblance was undeniable now, it was too late to run away or act blind. Two versions of you were cornering him, one, adorable as a button and the other, as beautiful as and mesmerizing as an angel fallen from the sky.

Her hands extended towards him, she was taking a step to make this a little less awkward, he knew it, that was what you always did.

“Hi, I’m Mimi’s aunt, nice to meet you.” You said, in your steadiest voice.

A sudden weight lifted off of Peter’s shoulders at your words. Her aunt. Not her mother, but the her aunt. He felt such relief in that moment, he could’ve jumped in joy, but refrained from rejoicing too fast, because you were acting like you didn’t know him, and that one hurt like hell. Even more than the possibility of you having a child with someone else.

Extending his hand to hold yours, he got lost in the feeling of your warm skin, it felt good, familiar, like home. His thumb caressed your skin as subtlety as he could but the tingling sensation spreading through him at the contact made it impossible to detach himself from you. He wanted more, he wanted to hug you tight, so tight that your only solution would be to live in his skin. He was going mental, that was evident, but fuck, he had missed you, all of you.

“Mr. Parker ?”

This time, it was your voice that pulled him out of his thoughts. Your head was tilted to the side with a slight grin, the kind that said ‘I don’t mind, take your time’. She was inviting him to take his time and reminisce. Why ? Why was she allowing him this much ? She just made it more painful to let go.

“Sorry…” He muttered, pulling his arm back slowly. Your touch burnt his skin softly, leaving behind nothing but longing and nostalgia. “So, Mimi’s Aunt right ?”

“Yes.” You smiled tenderly, looking down on the little girl fussing to get down. You put her down, letting her run off to her friends. “Her parents had to go abroad for work so I’m subbing for them. The lil’ pumpkin doesn’t seem too bothered by it so we’re having a good time together. But don’t worry, they’ll be back in a few hours, you won’t have to deal with me anymore.”

The pang in his chest was back. You’d be gone soon, disappearing out into the world again and reminding him how much he missed you. The idea of loosing you again was unbearable, his entire body screaming for him to move and do something. He needed to take a step towards you, one that would either give him closure or bring you back in his life.

"You're gone so soon ? Poor Mimi, I bet she's wasn't the happiest about the news."

"She doesn't know and please don't tell her, she'll chase me with a broom. She might be small but she manages to hold it perfectly."

"Don't worry about it. I see she enjoys your company, she talks about you every day. You're like her own Spiderman."

"How ironic..." He heard you mutter under your breath.

The deep parts of him he had tried to hide for years after you were gone just couldn’t be kept hidden anymore, not when you were right there and soon you wouldn’t be. So Peter did what his mind told him, he took a step towards you.

“Can we talk ?”

The question sounded so desperate, it was as if his life depended on whatever discussion he had in mind. That desperation to discuss things, to put words over whatever you were feeling before it was too late, you knew it better than anyone. You’d gone through it first, and now it was his turn.

You could be petty, god you wanted to. You wanted to make him feel the same kind of anger and sadness knowing him had you go through. You wanted him to be as desperate as you were to talk and grab your chance before it slipped out. You wanted him to have that chance and you wanted to be the one to rip it out of his hands, leaving him with nothing. But you couldn’t .

You could’ve stood your ground and said no, getting your own personal revenge on him. But what was the point ? It wouldn’t make you feel good and it was useless. You’d been through it and managed to sort your shit out. You walked out of that cave and saw the ‘light’. Now you were fine, you didn’t need anymore revenge or closure. And if he needed it, then you didn’t mind giving it to him. Because no matter how much he hurt you, no matter how much pain he had you go through, he was still your Peter. The clumsy idiot who could save an entire building but would lose his mind if his favorite scientist looked at him.

“Yes Pete. We can talk.” Your smile was so tender, so sweet, he wanted to drop to his knees and let himself be buried by the shame he felt. You took a step towards him, entering his personal space and letting your scent drown him in. “I’ll be waiting for you after class, just let me drop Mimi off first.”

He couldn’t speak, could barely move, but found the strength to nod, his eyes tightly shut. He had never considered the impact of your absence on his mind and body. There was something about your presence that was addictive, soothing and just made everything feel like home. From your touch to your scent, you brought out the best of him, pulled him out of his shell gently and guided him through the fucked up world he had to deal with.

Without you or anything to distract him from thinking about your absence, he was back to square one. Angry, cold, distant, absent. Once the spring had passed, he was back to his winter, back to reality, the reality that he had list you without even noticing and for a while. You had disappeared out of his life and he couldn’t avoid the withdrawal by distracting himself anymore, not when his place of refuge had left with you.

What a shitty idea to share your interest with your best friend. Now he was stuck desperately trying to find comfort in the things that he had enjoyed before you but couldn’t anymore. How could he when all of these things, he had shared with you and could only link to you now ? You left and took everything that he owned and was with you.

The rest if the day felt like the longest of his life, lasting hours and hours before he could finally say goodbye to his students.

He was anxious, trembling uncontrollably and biting his lip in anticipation. The knot in his stomach just kept growing, taking up more space and making his entire body dependent on tiny bits of positive affirmations to reassure himself.

“Mr. Parker ?”

He jumped for the hundredth time today, looking down towards the little girl who had started this trainwreck of a day.

“Yes Mimi ? Do you need something ?” He asked tenderly, or at least, as much as he could.

The little girl shook her head, signaling for him to get to her level. He smiled honestly, this little truly was like you. He loved her attitude, confidence and certainty in her words all cramped up in a pocket size human.

“Are you in love for my Titi ?”

If he had anything in his mouth, he would’ve chocked on the spot, but instead he choked on air. Coughing loudly and fanning his cherry colored face, he looked at the child in false confusion.

“W-Why would you ask that pumpkin ?”

“Well, you look at her like daddy looks at mommy. And also, you look like Dorothy’s shoes, all red and shiny. Are you okay ?”

Dorothy, from the Wizard of Oz. That reference he hadn’t expected to hear it again. Not since highschool, when you used to make fun of him by calling him a Dorothy ‘s shoes colored weirdo. He had a tendency to blush at everything and she would make fun of him for it. At the time, he swore up and down that he hated it, but fuck. He needed her to call him that again, like she used to. He wanted her to make fun of him again.

He chuckled, caressing the child’s cheeks and pinching them, make her giggle and squirm in fake disapproval. She wrapped her little arms around his neck and he lifted her up, enjoying her loud squeals of happiness. He wasn't going to lie, she was his favorite student and she knew it.

"Mimi, i can't carry you everywhere you know ?" He chuckled, arranging her hair.

"Yeah you can ! My Titi does it, even at her work when she's very busy !"

"I'm not her thought and i'll make other students sad if i only carry you."

"It's okay, I'm fine with that." She smiled, making him laugh out loud. Yeah, she was exactly like you.

Catching his breath, he ran a hand through his hand before looking down at the curious little girl.

"I’m okay pumpkin, just a little warm. Now, about your aunt-“

“What about me ?”

Peter was very close to jumping out of his own skin when your voice appeared behind him. But the true surprise was your appearance. When he saw you, he suddenly felt like a highschooler again. After ten years of not knowing where you were, you still looked and dressed the same. It could be felt that morning but could be seen in that moment.

You always looked so different when you dressed fancy or professional, he was always left speechless, but nothing could beat your usual look, the one that maintained the memory of you as a teenager, kept you as you. The you that he knew the best and that knew him when he was still worth it, or so he said.

You and your little dress felt like a breeze of fresh air, blowing through his classroom with your natural glow. You were like the wind during one of these very hot summer nights, he had prayed for you to come and while in the back of his head he lost the hope of seeing you, when you eventually showed, he just couldn’t help the smile on his face.

“Titi in a dress ! Titi’s wearing a dress ! I can even see your knees Titi!” Squealed the little girl, pointing at her aunt’s exposed knees.

She twirled around her as soon as Peter let her down and jumped in joy when you did the same, showing how flowy your dress was.

Peter was lucky that you were too busy with your niece to look at him because he couldn’t handle what was going on in front of him. Maybe he was stupid or maybe he was easy, he didn’t know and quite frankly didn’t care. There was something about seeing you in a dress that just made his inside melt. But the main issue wasn’t there, he knew this dress because he had bought it for you. It was a birthday present, the last birthday you both celebrated together, like your tradition stated, before you both lost each other.

“You’re zoning out again Mr. Parker. And you’re staring too.”

He tried to pull himself together and get back to the real world, but when his eyes crossed yours, he just couldn’t focus on anything but you. He’d equate it to nostalgia and the fact that he was seeing you again for the first time in ten years, but there was more, he knew it and clearly couldn’t hide it anymore, he had for ten years plus.

“Titi, he was all red, maybe he’s sick !” Exclaimed the child holding onto the hem of your dress

“You think ? That’s not good. We can’t let your favorite teacher be sick, can we Mimi ?” You crouched down to look at her in the eyes, trying not to laugh.

“No no no ! Sick people have to get better! With sleep and tea, and lots of honey too! To make it taste all sweet !” She responded, smiling wide while trying to remember all the technics her mother had taught her to get better.

You knew Peter, and the Spider hero was still active. He wasn’t back into his normal human body meaning he still healed very fast and simply couldn’t get sick. You knew all of this because he told you himself and even allowed you to read his father’s journal explaining the changes in his body. And if everything had stayed the same in ten years, which seemed to be the case from what you saw in the news, he still couldn’t. He probably used his sick days to rest or go out.

Nonetheless, Peter couldn’t get sick, you both knew this fact. A part of you, the part you tried to bury after high school, was hopeful, dreaming that the red covering his cheeks was due to you and not some super disease who had eventually managed to get him. You wished he’d blush because he saw you in the dress he bought you and you promised to only wear when time would be right. It wasn’t a particularly fancy dress, more of a simple milkmaid dress, but it was yours because he had gifted it to you and you wanted to honor it.

The dress was important and so was his opinion of you. Maybe that was the reason why it was so easy for your heart to break because of him. His opinion was too important and you understood exactly how much when his eyes started looking at Gwen Stacy as if she was the only one in the world to ever breath.

You weren’t replaced, your existence was simply erased when she appeared in his life.

Shaking your head suddenly, you ignored all the unwanted thoughts dancing around in your head and you turned towards your niece, who luckily, was still busy counting the healing methods on her hands. Grabbing her hand, you smiled wide.

“Hey, pumpkin, I’ve got to take you home, your parents are going to be home soon and we gotta surprise them okay ?”

“Okay ! Are we making them a surprise cake ? I wanna make a surprise cake Titi !”

“I already made it baby, but we can make something else later, okay ? But we should leave, Mister Parker has to go home to get better.” You said, reminding the little girl of her teacher’s fever.

She looked to him before looking up at you and nodding in agreement. Peter stayed quiet through the whole discussion, happy to be able to witness you both together, enjoying the dynamic between you both. He tried to keep in his smile but it was difficult to do so, past high school and college fantasies surfacing all over again and flooding his mind quickly. He pushed them to the side just enough to be able to wave at the both of you as you walked away from him.

When you came back to the school later, after dropping Mimi off and dodging your sister’s questions about you wearing your ‘special dress’, you found Peter sitting by the entryway to the school, hos skateboard in hand. Some things never changed.

When he noticed you, you saw this glint in his eyes, the one he had whenever he would discover something new for his suit or whenever he’d see her. It was easy to recognize because he used to have it whenever you would appear somewhere. You wanted to slap your own thoughts, you hated every single one of them for making you feel this way. You had spent so long learning how to be happy for Peter and you were, but your heart had other plans. The moment you saw him, you started doubted yourself and whether or not you hat truly moved on. Words were easy to say when the main focus of said words was nowhere to be found.

"So... elementary teacher huh ?"

He stayed silent for a few seconds before looking down.

"You told me i was good with kids." He took a pause a'd looked up. "Lawyer ?"

"You told me I was great at arguing." You chuckled. "Mimi likes you."

He wanted to smile at the mention of the little girl but couldn't.

"Yeah, i like the little pumpkin too."

"You call her like you used to call me."

"Yup. She reminded me of you, i just never made the connection. Did you know i was her teacher ?"

You shook your head as a response.

"No... I wanted to think it was you but i thought that would be too far fetched."

Silence took over again a'd you were back to square one, him staring and you deep in your thoughts. It felt good to be seen again by him. You wished you could say you didn’t need it but a part of you was still heavily dependent on him, and that made you hate him a little bit every passing second. You were better than that, stronger too, so much stronger. But you felt this unhealthy need to be desired by him, to be craved, and you wouldn’t be okay with this kinds of emotions if he wasn’t the one responsible for them.

You were so deep in your thoughts that you hadn’t noticed him walking up to you. He was hesitant, waiting for you to push him away, which he feels would’ve been deserved. Instead, you stayed still, not welcoming him, staring into him and digging holes into his soul. It was painful, humiliating too, you weren’t hiding like he was, but you weren’t open to him either. It was a dangerous combination, the kind that made him want to drop to his knees and apologizing straight away.

When his fingers brushed your forearms, caressing your skin slowly and as tenderly as he could, his own fingertips started to feel tingly, electric. A sensation of fulfillment, like his body was being charged with something unknown. His touch, initially as delicate as a feather, pushed into your skin, desperately trying to pull out more of that electricity. His hands ran up your exposed arms and held onto you tighter. He couldn’t let you go, not when this was what you made him feel, even after ten years apart.

“Pumpkin… Look at me, please…” His voice sounded higher and more desperate than you had ever heard coming from him.

You were still half out of it but you could feel it too, the electricity. Now, while his seemed to burn through you, the one coming from you was freezing. Your entire body burning cold under his touch. Was it your body’s way of rejecting him ? Telling him that you didn’t forgive him ? That you were pissed ? That had to be the biggest joke of the day considering the fact that in order to forgive, you had to consider that you had been wronged and at no moment had you ever felt like Peter had wronged. Or did you ? You couldn’t ignore the tiny parts of your brain and heart which seemed to get along when it came to this, agreeing that you got to be as petty as you want towards him.

You wanted to pull away and he felt it, tightening his arms around your biceps and pulling you to his chest. Had he been breathing this loud this whole time ? You could hear him from so close, inhaling and exhaling louder and louder.

“Peter…”

“No. Please… No…” He knew from you slightly pleading and saddened tone, that you were going to ask him to let you go. He couldn’t.

“I came here to talk with you Peter.” You sighed, letting him pull you even closer.

“I know. Fuck…” His finger detached themselves from you, one by one. It felt slow but was quicker than what you thought.

He looked at you, pleading with his eyes, begging for an opening, explanations, anything. He wasn’t just desperate, he needed this. He was being selfish, and childish, but he couldn’t just ignore it. After a decade of refraining it all, he couldn’t wait a second longer.

You watched him drop his bag and run his hands over his face. You stayed quite while he attempted to conceal the scream he let out. He backed up, pacing in front of the door, with a distressed look on his face.

“Peter…” You tried, stopped by him suddenly turning to face you.

“Ten years. Ten fucking years without you.” He declared, looking at you with what resembled anger. “Do you know how fucking dead inside your absence made me feel ? How each day was killing me a little more ?”

You wished you could’ve said something inspiration or dramatic, like in the movies. Instead, you chuckled, turning away from him. You could feel the anger rising and this time, it wasn’t just little parts of you.

“My absence was killing you huh Peter ? But when I was there it literally felt like I wasn’t ?”

“So you just fucking leave ? You leave me behind like I don’t matter ?” He responded, his voice raising in the heat of the moment.

“So just like you did !” You screamed, your voice cutting through the air and resonating in his head.

It was the first time he’d ever truly seen you scream in anger because of him. There was something murderous in the way you were looking at him right now, like he had never made you feel anything positive, anything good. You were looking at him like an enemy and it was killing him. Because he knew, he had messed up your friendship and anything more that could’ve happened but he couldn’t help being made at you for not giving him a proper chance. If not for him or you, for the two kids who used to joke about how they’d get married after college.

You wanted things to be civil, you wanted this to be a discussion, but it was so hard to tame the younger you who had spent years screaming inside, begging for him to feel just as bad as you did. You covered your face, breathing in and out, trying to regain your composure. You could feel him get closer to you and while you wanted to push him away this time, you couldn’t . You were too tired for this. One singular scream had exhausted you, but it wasn’t enough.

“I wish I could hate you Peter for making me feel like shit for an entire decade, even when you weren’t even there.” You began, smiling sadly while he tried not to cry. “Do you know how it feels to see your best friend fall in love for someone else ? For a girl as awesome as Gwen Stacy ? I didn’t , but I learned. Because that’s how it went. And I wished that it wouldn’t change anything between us, but when you love Peter, you love with everything you have. I had to learn that I got lucky when you showed me how much I mattered to you because you loved me with every good feeling you had in you. And I couldn’t be happier knowing that Gwen got to feel this. I just wish I would’ve known that it meant you wouldn’t have anymore space for me. That’s the story Peter. That’s us.”

If the world was caving under his feet, he probably wouldn’t feel it. While you felt a weight being lifted off of your shoulders, he just felt crushed under the guilt. That was the power you had on him, the kind he tried to forget or ignore. He was a fucking moron, and had been for years. Ignoring the spider, his senses and basic logic, he could feel how much pain you felt, had to go through because of him. Whatever you felt, he could feel it, good or bad. And he had been able to for years. It was a you and him thing, freaky in the eyes of others but normal for you both.

Walking towards you, his hands slowly moved towards your face, delicately holding onto it, caressing your flexed jaw muscles and trying to unclench it for you. He couldn’t stand seeing you, his bubble of light and happiness so angry and hurt, he just couldn’t. His hands were cold suddenly and your face warm, like the sun. He could feel the humidity under his skin, he made you cry. He lifted your face to look at him and saw it. Your beautiful eyes, reddened by tears.

“No, no, no, pumpkin please… Don’t cry… Please, I’m begging you…” He pleaded, trying to keep his voice calm despite wanting to scream at the top of his lungs. “I’m sorry… Please, love… I’m sorry sweetheart… Please don’t cry, you… You can’t… You have to smile and be happy, the happiest in the world…”

You scoffed, pushing him away with a faint smile. You wiped your face and sniffed loudly before turning towards him with the same forced smile he hated.

“I don’t want your apology Peter… God, I’m happy for you. You deserve to be with someone like Gwen, she’s incredible.”

“Stop. Don’t say that. I don’t want you to be happy for me. I want you to hate me.” He sighed, looking away.

“Would that be easier for you ?” You asked, genuinely trying to make it easier for him.

“Fuck, can you stop thinking about me !? It has to be easier for you ! You matter, I don’t !” He exclaimed, trying to pull you out of this state you were in. “I want you to hate me because that’s what would be right ! I broke your heart and you wish me the best with a girl I can’t look at without remember just how impossible it is for me to love her as much as I love you !”

In that moment, you felt the air in your lungs, disappear, sucked out by his words. You wanted to believe, you and all the versions you went through before now. The past yous who tried so hard to believe that they’d be okay not hearing about him or seeing him happy with another. They were all jumping in joy, all but one, the you from now. That you had seen all the delusion and false hope and she couldn’t let herself be fooled.

“Peter…” You started, but were stopped by his eyes, warning you silently, that if you spoke a single word, he’d loose it.

He marched towards you, pulled you by the arm to have his chest against yours. He could feel your heartbeat and just how much you were shaking, not in fear but anxiety. You were waiting for the other shoe to drop.

His palm was rough on your skin, but so warm, it felt like the rays of sun that would hit as soon as you’d wake up. They burnt your eyes a little but they felt good after a little. That was Peter, burning like the Sun. You could feel how hard he was trying to give you time, to wait for you to recognize his touch and all the love that was flowing through it, but you couldn’t, not when so much time had passed.

“Don’t even fucking try and stop me from saying whatever it is that I want to say. It’s been ten years without you, and definitely more years of refrained feelings. You always told me to live a life with no regrets and I tried but that’s fucking hard when the biggest regret in my life is letting you go and every passing day is a reminder of that. Even my favorite student turned out to be a punishment for letting you go. All of you lost over temporary happiness.”

“You don’t mean that Peter.” You scoffed, taking his hands off of your face and walking away. His eyes followed your every step, desperately trying to keep up. He recused to lose sight of you again.

"Why is it so hard to believe that i needed you ?! That i couldn't go one without you ?!"

“Because when I was there, Peter, you made it clear that you couldn’t love the both of us. It was either your best friend or your girlfriend and I know you. You couldn’t make that decision and act on it without feeling like shit, so I did it for you, because that’s what a best friend does. I did what would be right for the three of us. Every second we’d spend together after you met her was about Gwen. How pretty she was, how smart she was, how brave she was. Even helping you with your Spiderman activities had become a thing for the both of us. It doesn’t take a genius to get the memo Peter.”

“And from that… From that you thought you had to leave ?”

“I didn’t just leave Peter. You made me feel like an intruder, and I love you Buddy, but I’m not going to stick myself into an uncomfortable situation just because you don’t want to lose me or whatever. Even for you, I refuse to force myself into a painful situation to make you happy, you might be worth it, but whichever part of myself I would’ve lost wouldn’t be.”

Every word you said felt a little more painful but necessary to Peter. He needed to hear this, all of it. He wished things would be different, these words would be said in any other context, but it had to happen that way. He hadn’t been the only one hurting for all this time, you’d been hurting too and for far longer. He hated the idea of bringing you pain and now that things started to clear, he knew that if he had been given the opportunity to choose, he would’ve chosen to protect you too.

“I’m sorry pumpkin… So, so, so sorry… I wish I could do or say something to make myself look better but fuck… I failed on all accounts. As your best friend and everything else. You did what I never would’ve had the balls to do and it hurts… Because I let you believe that I would’ve chosen her over you when it would always be you… Even in my wildest dreams or without me getting to choose, it’s you. And I’m sorry it took me you being gone for noticing. I’m sorry…” He declared, letting out all the shit he wished he would’ve said when he started to realize.

You walked back in front of the entry doors, sitting down and crossing your legs. The elementary teacher let out a heavy sigh before meeting you on the floor. It felt just like old times, having you both seating on the floor next to each other, doing nothing much but being there for the other. It was as silent as it used to be, adding the faint wall you had built between you both. He tried to let it be, but Peter Parker just couldn’t do that, not even ten years after.

He laid his head on your lap, nuzzling against your skin and hiding his face into the fabric of your dress. You stayed still, watching him fully lay on the pavement and turn to face your stomach. Your eyes crossed his, the man casting you a quick glance and a grin before pushing his nose into your belly. You didn’t budge, welcomed him despite the deep desire to reject him. Desire was the funniest word of that whole sentence, funny considering the fact that it was a lie.

“I didn’t want you to leave. I’d never want you gone, pumpkin. And I’ll spend the rest of this lifetime working for your forgiveness. Even if it means that you forgive a grave.”

Your hand ran through his hair and you smiled honestly, for the first time since you had joined him for this little discussion you were having. You could feel his smile again your stomach but you could also feel the guilt grow and spread.

“You’re not being fair Peter.” You exhaled, taking your hand off his face and forcing him to look at you. “Not to me, yourself or Gwen, the awesome woman who loves you with every piece of her.”

Groaning against your body, he sat up, looking into your eyes with a playful grin.

“Gwen hasn’t been in love with me for nine years pumpkin. And I haven’t for a good decade.” He declared, the small smile on his face growing when he saw your confused expression. He was a simple man, and there was something absolutely adorable about your face when you were confused. The scrunch of your nose and the frown that made it look like he had said the stupidest thing ever was a hilarious combo he missed over the years.

“What the actual fuck are you talking about Peter ?” You asked, sounding a little angrier than you wanted. You weren’t going to get your hopes up but said hopes seemed to fly without the help of a pilot.

He chuckled, smile growing even wider. His hands took hold of your wrists, pulling you to his chest, between his parted legs. It was unnecessary to the story but he wanted to hold you, and by the time you weren’t going to push him away, he wasn’t going to stop himself. He wrapped his arms around your waist after placing yours on his shoulders before explaining himself.

“Gwen left for London after we graduated high school. We tried long distance but it just reminded me that you weren’t there either. We broke up, stayed good friends. I’m her son’s god father, she’s married now. Even has her own lab and stuff.”

Your expression got even worse and when you heard him try and keep in a laugh you couldn’t stop the punch to his biceps. It hurt a little but fuck that.

“Don’t laugh, you little shit ! What are you talking about ?!” You exclaimed, glaring at him.

“It’s as simple as it sounds pumpkin.” He said cradling your cheek tenderly. If you weren’t busy connecting the dots, you’d be swooning right now. “We broke up when she forced me to confront the fact that while she wasn’t there I wasn’t missing her as much as we both hoped I would. Even before that I was missing something else though, you. Hell, I was craving you, pumpkin. I needed you so much. And I still do.”

His words sounded so distant, echoing in your head. In a few seconds, your entire personality, the one you’d built to be Peter Parker proof was shot down and destroyed completely. You tried to keep your composure and stand your ground but it was useless. Maybe it was the fact that he was touching you, or the way he was looking at you, like you were the very reason why he kept breathing. You wanted to fold, all of you wanted that. But what you wanted didn’t matter, and after a decade of building yourself into a concrete wall, you weren’t going to fold so easily.

“Fuck you Peter.” You spat, looking at him with doubt before you stood up.

You couldn’t take a single step before being pulled backwards. Checking your dress and him, you noticed the long white web coming out of his webshooters and attaching itself to you. You squealed loudly as you dropped back onto his lap and this time, were kept between his arms. He wasn’t going to let you run off again, not when you could disappear for another decade. You tried to escape him by trashing around but he was quick to grab your wrists and force you to stay still by giving you this classic look that he would rarely use but would when it was necessary. You called it “The Brooding Spider Eyes”.

“Stop fighting me and try to listen for a second.” He ordered in a low voice that sent shivers all through your body. The more you’d look into his eyes, the fuzzier you’d get inside, that was the effect Peter Parker had on you, the deadly kind. You wanted to run, it was so much easier to run from him and to hide. After all this time, you couldn’t avoid it anymore, all that growth and improvement you tried to protect it wasn’t actual improvement, just you being able to forget him because he wasn’t there to remind you.

You were still the young girl who had begged her parents not to go to her own graduation, crying, because she was terrified of seeing him. They couldn’t understand and neither could you, all you knew was that seeing him with her was killing you. They had forced you to go but drove you home straight after, before he could even reach you. Then started the Great Cleaning of your entire existence on social medias and through your friends. You blocked a big majority of your high school except a very small group, changed your passwords because he had them all, deleted your pictures together, your socials and so on.

You had erased yourself to not be forced to confront the fact that you’d been in love with your best friend.

“Why didn’t you tell me, pumpkin ?” He muttered, his eyes fixated on your lips.

You knew exactly what he was referring to and that made you want to run even more, because that meant he knew and that also meant you were risking rejection. You tried to look away but he quickly took hold of your jaw and made you face him.

“Stop trying to look away, look at me and answer. Why didn’t you confess ?”

“Why would I ?” You responded softly, defeated. “You had a girlfriend, Peter. And you talked about her as if she was the brightest star in the universe. You told me about how great she was before you even told her you liked her, that was enough for me to understand that I wouldn’t stand a chance against that kind of love. And I know you would’ve tried to figure out the best solution to accommodate everyone, which would end up with you unhappy so I took the decision on my own.”

When your explanation finished, you tried to hide within yourself, lowering your head and turning it away from his. He kept your wrists tightly held while he searched your eyes softly, he needed to look into your beautiful eyes and see for himself, see the pain you’d been hiding from him for years. He wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, he knew that, but he was your best friend, you were his too. Hell, you were his everything, he should’ve known, and either you were the greatest pretender known to man or he just didn’t pay attention to you well enough, and he refused to believe that, because all Peter ever did was pay attention to you.

Blinded by your existence and borderline desperate to feel you at all times, he needed to observe you to be happy during the day, to see you well and smiling, otherwise he’d ruin whatever stood in your way, and that’s was what he thought was normal. Yeah, he clearly wasn’t the smartest and it took him years, but he knew as soon as you were gone that you weren’t just his best friend.

He closed his eyes and slid a hand behind your neck, delicately holding you still. The other reached up to your cheek, cradling it tenderly while his nose rubbed against yours. Never in his life had he wanted to see into your eyes more. The air in his lungs was gone, replaced by this unhealthy need to have you look at him. The years of ignorance started to pile up and he just couldn’t help the feeling in his chest. The kind of feeling that screamed to be explored, let out and exposed to the world.

“Pumpkin, please…” He pleaded, kissing your cheek softly.

You were moving out of his way but your body needed him to kiss you more, you wanted him to love you like this, just a little more.

“Stop…” You muttered, feeling his breath on your neck.

“I can’t… Don’t ask me to stop, please…” He said, rubbing his nose against your jaw.

There was something so intimate about the way his was searching for you, desperately waiting to be allowed in your space again, not just o’ the outside but on the inside. After ten years, you still brought him down on his knees, acting like a touch starved infant.

When you lifted your head, trying to save your own pride and avoid his lips, he did the same, forcing you both to face the other. He let out an exasperated breath, his eyes closed and his expression showing the inside pain he tried to hide. Both your forehead held against the other, you closed your eyes softly, turning away from him but keeping your faces close. When he thought you’d run again, he felt your hand on his cheek and suddenly could breath again. When you kissed his cheek, like you used too when you both very clearly needed this kids of intimacy, he smiled. The honest, goofy smile he was rarely showing these days.

“I’m sorry…” You whispered, finally giving in to whatever was pulling you to him so hard.

You kissed his cheek again, slowly going down to his jaw and his neck. Maybe you shouldn’t go so far after pushing him away so much, but Peter wasn’t the only one craving the other. You needed him just as badly. And he most likely wasn’t going to push you away, not when the feeling of your plump lips on his skin just made his heart stop a little more each time you’d kiss him.

When your hand ended up in his hair, playing with the brown locks, he knew he would do anything you told him. He was yours to play with right now, just like he was back then. He couldn’t stop himself from needing more but he’d start by taking everything you gave him like the greedy bastard he was.

“I’m sorry Spidey…” You repeated, kissing his chin.

There was absolutely nothing platonic about that, and maybe if you weren’t so fucking stupid you would’ve noticed earlier since you’d been doing this kinds of stuff for years. Everything was familiar and it still took you a decade to notice the very obvious situation you were both in. You truly were a match made in heaven.

His hands dropped down, freeing your wrists and instead, taking hold of your waist. Even that, he couldn’t do for long, too weak in the knees to hold you as strongly as he wished. There had to be some kind of magic in the way you touched him because his entire body suddenly felt like cotton candy.

You held his face and pulled away, ignoring the displeased growl coming out of him. You looked at his face, admiring it and swallowing back tears. You needed that man more than you needed air and you couldn’t ignore that fact any longer. You hated it, hated love and being so desperate and dependent on him but you couldn’t help it, clearly you had no control over anything anymore. You were working on autopilot.

“Kiss me again, please…” He asked, his voice so soft and polite, you swooned internally.

“I think we should talk instead…” You smiled, tenderly.

His eyes opened wide, a frown draw on his face. He looked funny and you knew that’s exactly what he was aiming at with the fake offended look. When he smacked his hand on his chest dramatically, you couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

“Oh ! So, now you want to talk ? After I practically had to bed you to just look at me ? Okay, princess. Let’s do it your way then, fuck me and what I want right ?” He sassed, looking around dramatically.

When your laugh resonated louder, he felt peace all over again. Nothing could calm him better than your smile so the power of your laugh was godly. He grinned when you tried to catch your breath, but instead practically fell to the floor. Thanks to the quick reflexes, he caught you by the front of your dress and pulled you to his chest.

“I’m sorry ! I just… I just couldn’t… Handle talking to you ? I don’t know… We haven’t in so long and suddenly everything was going to go back to normal… I couldn’t handle that… What if we talked and you realized how awful I was and am still now ?”

“Awful ? Pumpkin, don’t worry about being awful. I just pulled every toxic trick in the book to get you to look at me. And I couldn’t most likely do ten times worse if it means having you talk to me. You made me a desperate man, sweetheart.” He nodded with a playful smile.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and grinned. This felt right, peaceful, like it used to. But there was still a little bit of things that needed to be discussed first.

“Peter, You’re aware that I’m in love with you right ? Like, romantically ?” You asked, hesitant and slightly anxious about the question all together.

“Yeah I’m aware.” He responded tilting his head to the side. “Thank God, you are. Otherwise our relationship would be very awkward, pumpkin.” He smirked.

You smiled but froze when you heard his words.

“Relationship ? Like you and me ? Dating ? Like a couple ? Like people in love who hold hands and kiss and go on dates ? Like, actually dating ?”

The whole babbling was adorable and he wanted to stay looking at you in silence while you just kept talking but he needed to clear things up first. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him with a smile that said just enough. The kind you’d give to someone you loved more than a friend and definitely more than a person you liked.

“Pumpkin, listen to me and listen to me well.” Taking your face in his large hands, he kissed your forehead tenderly. “You’re my girlfriend and you’ll become more soon enough too. I’m not letting you run away from me again. Yes, this is a romantic kidnapping. Yes I intend on marrying you one day, if you’re not tired of me by that time. But yeah, we’re together in all senses of the term. In an actual romantic relationship.” Each word was separated by soft kisses all over your face, from your forehead to your cheek. He made sure to make you plead for more by kissing the corner of your mouth and your neck. Peter knew how to make you weak too.

“You’re okay with being my boyfriend, Pete ? I have a tendency to run, and I’m pretty fast.”

“I’m faster than you.” He responded quickly.

“I have issues with choosing myself too, I tend to put others first.”

“Great, I get to put you first instead. But we’re going to work on that whole people pleasing thing you’ve got going on.”

“I’ve got a niece who bites and protects me like I’m made of gold too.” You added, remembering events between your exes and your little niece.

“Oh really ? You’re pulling the niece card ?” He asked playfully. When you nodded with a large smile, he kissed your neck. “Good luck with that sweetheart because your niece loves me. She gives me a piece of the deserts you bake her every time she has some. Practically sure she chose me to be yours. Can that be considered a form of conditioning ? I don’t know, but I don’t mind.” It was his turn to babble, but it was more than fine, you loved it and so did he, seeing the laugh coming out of you was worth all of it.

You both stayed there for a little more, him watching you while he told the dumbest jokes ever and you laughing until your stomach started to hurt. You were back to who you had left behind years ago, who you could only be with the other. You were finally feeling the weight of lying to yourself for years. It felt right. You wanted to slap yourself for taking so many years to understand that lying wouldn’t make you feel any better, but it was a necessary period in a way. No mistakes, only fun experiences or lessons to learn from.

You were catching your breath when his thumb pulled on your lower lip, staring at your mouth with the kind of hunger he never felt for anyone else. You held his wrist in both hands while he kept playing with your lip. You knew what he was looking for and what you were waiting for too, the real question was, who was going to take the first step.

The answer was easy, you were. Leaning forward, you pecked his lips and retreated back to see him lose it right in front of your eyes. You expected a reaction but not to be pinned to the floor and be kissed with the kind of might that Thor himself would be surprised by.

Was he touch starved ? Not really, or maybe yes. But your touch was what he wanted. Gone was the soft moments from earlier, he was trying to show you exactly what your absence had done to him. One his hands grabbed your neck and pulled you to him with force, the other placed on the small of your back and pushing you forward, making your arch your back. He was holding your nape tightly and pushed his face towards yours, lips puckering before covering yours passionately. His fingers lowered, rubbing your thick thighs while his arm wrapped around your body.

He was working his lips with ease on yours, making your insides melt into a puddle at each move of his. His tongue was pushed deep in your mouth, making you moan, and you knew you weren’t going to last longur kissing like this. Not with the obscene tingle buzzing between your legs. He smiled into the kiss, knowing exactly what you were feeling. You couldn’t hide from him and his heightened senses. He licked the inside of your cheek, feeling his ego grow when you whimpered, pleading as if you were pushing yourself against him.

When he pulled away, the messy kiss left you numb and still on the floor. You were trying your best to catch your breath and settle your mind all at once. He stayed silent, watching you while rubbing his thumb over your flesh. When you felt calm enough, your eyes noticed the sign o’ top of your head that held the name of your niece’s school. Right. You were literally on the floor.

“Your brain’s still working pumpkin ?” He asked playfully.

You looked towards him in confusion.

“Why are we on the floor Parker ? And were you going to fuck me in front of my niece’s school ? In the street ?”

“Well, not at first. But now that you mention it, that could be a great idea, don’t you think ?”

The punch that followed was deserved, and he had supersenses to dodge so no excuse. You sat up while he was laughing and fixed your dress before getting up. He soon followed and looked at you up and down.

“That dress is made for you. You look beautiful.” He said, his eyes showing the kind of love and sweetness that could make you drop to your knees. You were weak to compliments but his were just different, they came from the man you loved and unfortunately you couldn’t resist those.

You looked away, hiding your smile when the man you now called your boyfriend lifted you up in his arms. You held onto him, tightly holding his neck while he laughed like he had just done the funniest thing ever.

“We’re taking a shortcut back to my place. I have a lot of things to talk about with you.”

No talking was done. Absolutely none. Maybe you should’ve seen it coming but you liked being delusional, it made life a constant surprise. Now, to say you were surprised by how the events had turned, would be lying again. You expected some kind of intimacy with Peter, but never that strong. You both ended up being swept away by the wave of desire you felt and were letting yourself drown, it was fine, you were drowning together.

There was something divine about the vision in front of him and the sensations born from said vision. If he could paint, or turn his memories into pictures, he would’ve made you the biggest one, kept hidden from the public for his eyes only. He was simple, to the point of being slightly stupid maybe, but he couldn’t help it. He wanted to worship the very ground you walked on after tonight and even more now that you were gracing him with more pleasure, the kind that even his wildest dreams couldn’t provide.

“P-Pumpkin… Please b-baby… Please…”

He was sobbing softly, crying tears of pleasure under your mischievous smile. He was close and he needed his release but he didn’t want it to come just yet, he didn’t want it to stop, not so soon. He couldn’t hold on longer but he needed more, always needed more of you. Again, greedy, he wouldn’t deny it, but could you blame him ? You had rocked his world and left him to fend for himself for over a decade.

Maybe it was his senses, maybe it was the years of intrusive sexual thoughts or wet dreams that were just all working against him in that moment. All of these were good hypotheses for his current state but he was too fucked out and dumb to think about them clearly. His brain wasn’t processing much right now but one thing that was for sure is that he had his cock nestled deep inside you, so deep that he could see how pretty his thick shaft looked through your belly,

Inhuman quantities of cum were dripping out of your pussy in the most obscene ways, pouring down your inner thighs and other places on your body , and he was certain that he was going to shoot out more in the next seconds if you kept on torturing him like that with your pretty lips, all swollen from him fucking your thoughts and tasting his own cum in your mouth. Another thing he knew was that all that cum, he’d pound it back into you as soon as his brain would gain back a little bit of that power he had earlier, before you turned him into a literal puppet, ready to obey your every command.

He was squirming and crying more by the second, needy for just a little bit of peace but also begging for you to use him more. He was absolutely fucked, that was another certainty with you around. Less than a day back into his life and he was already going crazy, the rest of eternity would be fun for you both.

You could’ve been a little nicer and actually moved on top of him but it was your turn to have him dumb and begging for you.

“Come on, Pete… I-Ah… I know… Y-You can give me a little m-more of you… Please b-baby, I just need it… G-Give me all of it… Please…” The sound of your moans so close to his ear made him lose himself a little more.

You started off slowly, using your knees to raise yourself on his cock until it slipped out. You saw how hard it was, covered in both your cum and leaking thick droplets of more. He was full, so full, he could explode. Never had he been this aroused but that was until you. His entire body was releasing years of attempts to calm himself down with his hands in one night and he wasn’t strong enough to take it. Lucky him you didn’t seem to give a fuck about that, enjoying the whimpering mess you’d turned him into.

The restraint he wanted to say he had was slowly disappearing, with his capacity to think straight. You kissed his earlobe and bit his jaw, making him shiver and cry a little more. His own body was betraying him, searching for that friction, the utmost level of contact with you. He tried to stay still and silent but couldn’t and started moving

Rubbing your folds on his tip, you saw his eyes roll to the back of his head, oh how the table have turned. His hands were tightly wrapped around your waist but started sliding down to your ass, ready to grip on you and slam you down on his cock. He wanted that, god he wanted so many things right now. But all of it was about you.

Poor man felt like a teenager going through puberty all over again. His face was as red and a cheery and the more you teased, the worst it got. His skin was burning so much, you couldn't last long while touching it. That was what an overstimulated Peter felt like. His hips kept bucking up, trying to push at least a few inches of him inside you. Fuck, he needed to feel your warm walls or else he'd go crazy.

“B-Baby… Baby Fuck… Please, I’m sorry… Please… P-Please, please, please… Lemme fuck you Pumpkin… Please ? Lemme feel that dripping pussy all around me… Fuck, please baby, let me inside…” He sobbed, unable to stop squirming while he could feel your entrance clench on his tip.

You looked down at yourself then at him. He was still whimpering and squirming, his entire body shaking as he pleaded with his eyes for you.

You smirked before fully sitting down on his cock, letting it take all the space inside you, filling you up exactly like it should. Looking down, you could see his tip poking through again and so could he, he was definitely looking.

“P-Peter ! Fuck, P-Peter ! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck ! F-Feels… Feels so good !”

When you started bouncing on him again, fully jumping on his fat cock and letting the large throbbing girth invade you like nothing ever had before, he lost himself under you. He watched with admiration how your tits, still covered in cum from earlier, were bouncing up and down too. Fuck, his balls felt more full just from that image alone.

Tight and aching to be emptied, he could stop himself from getting more aroused. You leaned back, giving him full view of your pussy wrapped around him, sinking down on his entire length and taking every inch. Your dripping cunt was truly made for him, swallowing his dick down to the very last millimeter and moaning out for more like a bitch in heat.

His hands grabbed onto your waist, holding it tightly before he started to slam you down on his dick himself. As established before, he was a mess, but one thing he was good at was pleasuring you. No matter what, he’d always find a way to make you feel good. That night alone had been a sufficient proof of that.

At first he had been worried that using too much strength on you would hurt you, but when he noticed how much you loved being tossed around, he could hold back any longer, and he didn’t try to. He used the abilities given by the spider bite with care and if you wanted, he’d use them on you too. Today was the strength and tomorrow it could be the webs, who knew ?

“Y-You cockdrunk minx… Y-You like that huh ? Like it as much as I do…… That pussy’s killing me Pumpkin… Fuck, fuck, fuck… Please baby, tell me you like that… Like it when I fuck you stupid…” He begged, his lower parts guiding his thoughts and controlling his words.

“Y-Yes ! God yes ! Peter please ! M-More cock ! Please, gimme more ! Please !” You cried loudly, so loudly that your voice could probably be heard by the entire building. They probably weren’t used to the nice teacher neighbor bringing in this kind of company.

Slamming your poor weakened body on his cock with the strength of a bull in heat, he fed on the sounds resonating around the room. Your moans and cries of pleasure topped with loud sounds of your thighs slapping against his were the biggest ego boost ever. What truly did the work though was the sound of his sack slapping hard against your folds. Soft and swollen in contrast with the hard flesh of his balls. He was close, way too close.

Your entire body went numb, the thick load of cum you’d been begging for, invading every crevice of your pussy and oozing out of your already filled inside. Your little whimpers were the only thing that could be heard, with his own sounds. He’d never felt this defenseless before, weak to his instinct and clearly enjoying it.

Soon, he started moving his hips up and down, reaching for his end. His actions were so aggressive you couldn't even meet his thrusts or move freely, he was in control all while looking like he wanted to drown in your pussy. He was so red, just looking at his flushed cheeks and crossed eyes while he plowed into you made you even wetter. That reaction, you knew he loved it even more when his thick mushroom shaped tip pushed into your weak spot even harder.

He couldn’t avoid it anymore and you wanted it so badly, he could only oblige. He kept pounding into your spot, the throbbing head of his girth vibrating impatiently, he bit on his lip, his eyes crossed and his hands holding onto you for dear life. It wasn’t long before he came but he wouldn’t be the only one, never.

“F-Fuck… Ah, P-Pumpkin My sweet… Fuck, sweet princess… Taking… T-Taking everything from me… All that cum, all of it… All f-for you baby… All of me… Take it, take all of it…” He muttered, incapable to think of coherent sentences.

You were both trembling on the other, Peter still cumming inside you and you close to your end. He was dramatic and had he been able too, he would’ve most likely scolded himself for cumming first. But now wasn’t the time, instead, he pulled your warm body down, your breasts in his face just like he loved, and got to work.

He sucked one of your tits in his mouth while rubbing his thumb over the nipple of the other. His free hand was playing with your lower parts, rubbing on your clit while two of his fingers slid inside you. You arched your back, pushing your breasts in his face while he toyed with you. He loved that, finding put new ways of ruining you, even when you were already a mess. He’d play until you stopped him or until you passed out on top of him. A little sick, but that was Peter and you loved him exactly like that.

His fingers pushed around inside your filled cunt, pulling out to be covered in his cum. There was something about the image that filled him with pride. Maybe the way you accepted to be filled that way by him.

Letting go of your tits with both his mouth and hand, he laid it on your back, caressing you tenderly. His face went up to your neck, inhaling your scent and his mixed together perfectly. He kissed your jaw, cheek, neck and basically everything he could reach. His tongue licked small parcels of skin after each kiss, taking your taste with him. He was being tender and soft while his fingers kept rubbing on your clit. You didn’t last long before letting your sweet juices coat his large member and drip all over him. The sounds of your cries of pleasure in his ears were like music, the music he had dreamt of for years and finally he could hear it live.

You both stayed connected together, the poor man couldn’t handle the idea of pulling out and neither could you. Each breath you took ended up with him jumping out of nowhere. He would apologize but you could hear the laugh in his voice. He enjoyed this.

You stayed on top of him, your face, buried in his messy hair and his scent filling your senses. His face was in the crook of your neck, dropping butterfly kisses on your skin and biting when he felt especially playful. His hands stayed on your back, caressing you tenderly while his hips rolled under you. Yeah, he never said he’d stop moving, and in his defense, you were moving too.

“Hey, Pete. Do you think we would’ve ended up meeting each other again ? Even if you weren’t my niece’s teacher ?” You asked softly, kissing the crown of his head and siting up straight.

He smiled under you, his warm palm cradling your cheek and wiping remnants of your tears from earlier. He looked at you and you felt like you were the center of the universe. Because you were, the center of the universe and mostly of his universe. He was in love with you, and so were you. But no words could ever truly express how much he loved you, none.

“Listen to me.” He started, sitting straight to face you and stare into your eyes. “In every lifetime, planet, dimension, universe, whatever you want. In every single one of these, you and I, we find each other again. No matter what we do or who we are. Because you’re my soulmate, pumpkin. You’re everything to me, my everything. And I’ll let myself get swallowed by a black hole before I let anything change that. So yes, I don’t just think, I know we would’ve found each other again. We always do and we always will.”

There was some parts of truth in Peter's words and you both felt it, from the moment you met to the present. There was no way of explaining it or why but you knew you were soulmates. From the bottom pf your hearts you both knew it, because beyond words and actions, you were tied to the other. It was impossible to separate you both and doing so would never last, because you always found your way back to the other. Maybe it was fate or some kind of guardian angel, but you both knew it to be true.

You were soulmates and you had found you way back to the other again. With the help of your niece that you would both shower in bakeries. Maybe she was the guardian angel, who knew.

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congrats on 500 followers! for 📸 can you write tasm!peter x reader where the reader is baking and peter is just there to sit and look pretty

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Sweet Tooth | TASM P.P.

“Please, I promise I’ll be careful.” Peter pleaded, giving you the best puppy dog eyes he could muster.

“Peter, for someone who’s Spider-Man, you managed to almost burn down the apartment twice. Both times you were in the kitchen.” You said, swatting him away with a wooden spoon.

“I won’t even go near the oven.” He kept on trying.

“How about I make you a deal?” You dragged him to the stool at the end of the counter, “If you sit down and cause as minimal damage as possible, I’ll let you lick the spoon.”

Ever a child at heart, your boyfriend nodded with a smile, eyes lighting up with delight.

While Peter was snacking on a bowl of chocolate chips and you were whipping the batter, he suddenly contemplated, “What’s with you and Aunt May getting on my case about domestic stuff?”

You shook your head, silently telling him that you had no idea what he was talking about.

“First, when I did the laundry, Aunt May goes all laundry sheriff commando on me and I’m basically banned from doing laundry at her house. Now, you ban me from the kitchen.” Peter practically pouted.

“Well, when you did the laundry everything turned pink. It was like something from the set of Mean Girls.” You laughed.

Your boyfriend jokingly rolled his eyes at you, “I forgot to separate the Spider-Man suit.”

“Yeah then when Aunt May interrogated you, you washed the American Flag.” You said, going to preheat the oven.

“That’s a perfectly good reason. It has red and blue and white.” Peter argued.

Placing the cookie tray in the oven, you turned to him, “If that’s the case, then congratulations! You will be put down in the Guinness Book of World Records as the first ever person who washed the American flag.”

“Whatever.” He huffed, “But there’s still the kitchen matter.”

As promised, you handed him the bowl and spoon to lick, “Peter if you wanted to commit arson, then do it at an abandoned house where they will be zero casualties.”

“You’re quite on a cheery strike today.” Peter teased.

“Keep going and you’ll lose the bowl and spoon and you won’t get any cookies and you’ll be banned from stepping into the kitchen altogether.”

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can i get make up sex with andrew? plsss

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It wasn't often that Andrew got angry with her. In fact, he considered himself to be more of the cool, calm and collected type. He was able to let things roll off his shoulders and move on with with his life, never sweating the small stuff.

But today, she was being a downright pain in his ass. A brat, and she was pushing every single button he had. His shoulders were tense, the hairs on the back of his neck were standing up while his top lip curled in anger. He balled his fists at his sides as he made a beeline over to her across the bar, his chest puffed up to assert his dominance.

"Let's go. Home time, yeah?" Andrew grumbled close to her ear as she leaned over the bar talking to some cretin just to make him mad. She tossed her hips from side to side as she held herself up on her elbows on the bar, her shirt low and showing off her breasts.

"I'm not ready. I'm talking to - what was your name again?" She slurred as she sipped her cocktail and tossed her hair over her shoulder.

"Doesn't matter, man. She's with me. Think you made your point, lovey." Andrew glared at the man trying to pick up his girlfriend then turned his gaze to his woman.

"If the lady doesn't want to leave-" The guy to Andrew's right spoke up, and that was all he could take. Andrew slammed his fists on the bar as he turned to the stranger and glared.

"She's my fucking girlfriend and she only talking to you to piss me off. And it fucking worked. Now, back the fuck off before I put you in the ground." Andrew snarled through his teeth.

The lady? The lady? Fuck this guy. She was his woman. And Andrew was ready to fight for her. She was just pouty with him because he didn't want to dance with her, so she stomped away and pulled in some poor sap to tease. Andrew watched from afar, letting her play her game, but eventually it got out of hand and he had to intercept. Said poor sap didn't even know he was a pawn in their game.

Andrew looked the guy over menacingly once more before he placed a hand on the back of his girlfriend's neck and pulled her away from the bar, her whine audible.

"How far were you going to let that go? That motherfucker was about to put his hands on you." Andrew growled as he led her to their car, unlocking it. He pinned her to the side of the car, and looked her over. Her drunk body was weak as she reached for his shirt and twisted it in her hands to show off his abs.

"I knew you were watching me. And I wouldn't have let him touch me. I wasn't upset like that. I just wanted your attention." She cooed, standing on her toes to kiss his mouth.

"Well, I'm upset with you. You're too friendly when you're drunk. And you're being a brat today. It makes me - "

"What?" She whispered against his lips as she staggered her nose over his. She loved to egg him on when she got into moods like this, sending sparks of electricity through his body.

"It makes me want to tie you up, make you scream my name and beg to let you cum. Spank your ass until it's red and you're a fucking mess for me, telling me how sorry you are. Because I'm in fucking charge. I'm your man." Andrew growled as he took hold of her chin to gently, but with intention guide her to look at him.

"I'll let you take me home and do whatever you want to me, baby." She breathed out with a smile as she reached for his belt buckle.

"Get your ass in the car. Now." Andrew murmured as he released her chin and walked over to the other side of the car.

Andrew drove them home in a tense silence, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. He walked inside their house without a word to her, his hands running over his face while he pursed his lips.

"Baby, are you - "

"M'not your baby right now. Understand me? Do as I ask and I'll let you touch, let you finish." Andrew growled as he grabbed her hair and pulled, forcing her to look up at him. She was so pretty, so fucking needy still and he hated how his body just ignited for her.

"Okay." She whispered as she curled her body into his.

"Get your ass in bed, pants off and ass in the air. Go." Andrew snapped with a tug of her hair before he released her from his grip. He watched her scurry to their bedroom, his body unbearably hot as he looked at her hips sway for him.

Andrew took a moment, rolled his neck and pulled his shoulders back before he slowly, but with purpose, walked to their bedroom. He exhaled heavily when he saw her on the bed exactly as he had requested - bottomless, ass in the air and reaching for their headboard.

"So, you can listen to me. You just choose what to hear." Andrew growled as he removed his ball-cap and shrugged out of his button up. He stood at the foot of the bed, eyes fixed on her backside.

"You're so hot for me right now, don't lie." She cooed as she lazily tossed her hips from side to side, enticing him to touch her.

"Never said I wasn't. Fucking brat." Andrew snarled as he pulled his wrist back and snapped it forward, smacking her left ass cheek making her gasp out loud. He ran his palm over her stinging flesh, then moved his hand to the other side to spank her again.

"Hold the headboard. Wrist over wrist. C'mon, let's go." Andrew grunted as he knelt behind her on the bed and covered her body with his to guide her hands above her head.

"Andrew.."

"I meant what I said in the lot, lovey. Use your lights if you need. But you are mine and I'm going to make sure you know it." Andrew breathed out as he took hold of her pretty face to turn her gaze towards him.

"Green light." She whispered as she arched her back, her backside rubbing into his lap while he kept his body over hers.

"The only man you should toss these hips around for is me. Do you understand?" Andrew growled as he pulled his body upright and spanked her again, hard.

"Yes." She shivered, hands gripping the headboard tightly.

"You don't tease other men to get a rise out of me. You're mine. You're fucking mine. Do you understand me?" Andrew spat as he spanked her one more time then pulled his body away from hers to slowly undress himself.

"No, come back ! M'sorry, baby. Please let me go. Let me see your face." She sobbed out as she curled into him, trying to make their bodies one, her hips pushing back to find him again.

"That didn't take long. Thought you had more fight in you than that, lovey." Andrew murmured as he reached up to tap her wrists, let her know she could bring them back down. He let out a soft gasp as she turned over in his arms and knocked him to his back, her affection abundant.

"I don't want to play like that anymore. I don't like when you're mad at me, and won't let me touch. M'sorry I was a pain, baby. I love you."She whispered as she kissed his neck, her body curling into his desperate for his attention.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you, lovey. But I felt so territorial watching you with that guy. I fucking hated it. Don't do that to me again. Even for my attention. You have all of my attention. I promise you." Andrew breathed out as he grabbed her hips to cease her tantalizing movement and flipped her onto her back again. He laid between her legs and kissed her neck lovingly, softly, as she whined for him.

"M'sorry, baby." She repeated as she twisted her fingers into his hair, her legs wrapped around his waist to keep him close.

"I know, lovey. I am, too." Andrew mumbled into the crease of her neck as his hips pinned hers to the mattress. He kissed his way back to her lips, smiling as she kissed him back with force and locked her feet beneath his backside.

He hadn't wanted to dance with her at the bar because he knew if he got close to her, let her push back against him, he would feel just as needy as her. He knew that he would feel feral in an almost unbearable way, and he didn't want to feel like that out in public. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy feeling like that for her, but he wanted to be in a space that allowed them immediate intimacy.

He was inside of her instantly. The push and pull of the two of them was unbearable for the evening and was erased in that moment. He held his weight on his forearms as he rested his forehead against hers, their bodies moving as one.

He loved her, and he would always fight for her. She was his, and he was hers.

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Imagine Andrew and "who did this to you" trope. He would be so sweet and protective of you. If someone who hurt you try to get close he would destroy them 😭

MY GIRL - ANDREW GARFIELD

DESCRIPTION I when a man put his hands on you, andrew knows it's time to tell you you are more than best friend for him

PAIRING I Andrew Garfield x female!reader

WORD COUNT I 2k

A/N I When I got your ask I knew I wanted to write a story around this ask (being sick this weekend didn't help), I really hope you will love it sweetie!

WARNING I mention of assault

You didn’t even know why you were here.

Actually, yes, you did. Because Andrew didn’t want to come here by himself and you agreed to accompany him at the party. If it wasn’t for him, you would have never left your blanket and your tv.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like to party. You loved that. But you had just come home from a shooting in Vancouver that you thought would never end. Being a reputed makeup was great until you missed your bed more than anything. Or maybe just as much as you were missing your best friend. Good thing you were living next door, in the same building.

It was Andrew’s idea, after you broke up with your boyfriend who kept the apartment. The one next to Andrew’s place was free and he immediately thought about you. It was almost like a house-share since you were always in each other’s apartment, eating together or watching movies.

While you were away, Andrew broke up with his last girlfriend. You knew that, even if it wasn’t too serious, he wasn’t feeling that good about being alone again at almost forty. No matter how many times you tried to tell him that it was ok and that he shouldn’t be feel miserable about being single, you knew he wanted to find the right person. And sometimes you wished he looked at you a little more to find it…

So, when you came back yesterday and he told you about this party organized by a famous magazine, you had no other choice than say ok. “But promise me we won’t stay too long; I need to recover my sleep, Andy.”

“I promise you, Cinderella, at midnight you will be back in your pajamas.” You laughed at him. What could you say, your Spiderman pajamas he offered you last Christmas was probably the most comfortable piece of clothes you owned. If you could, you would spend your whole life in it.

But right now, it wasn’t about a comfortable outfit but looking good next to your best friend who was considered one of the hottest single men in Hollywood. It was probably the only thing you didn’t like about going out with Andrew: you had to deal with women trying to get him in their bed. Not that you were jealous…wrong, you were jealous. But you just didn’t appreciate feeling invisible when he was around. Some of them didn’t even try to talk to you when you were literally holding his arm.

Thankfully, Andrew always managed to find a way to make you feel seen. Almost like you were the only woman he was really looking at in the end.

You were giving some of those women dead look while they were looking at Andrew. You were so focus on them you didn’t even notice him coming closer to you. “You look beautiful tonight by the way.” He whispered in your ear and suddenly, all the hate you had in you disappeared. You gave him a kiss on the cheek to thank him, which made him blush like always. And then you had to rub your finger on his skin to make your lipstick go away. “You didn’t have to mark your territory.” He laughed and you considered giving him another kiss to put more lipstick on him.

“Sorry, just a habit.” You replied, shrugging. You noticed how he rolled his eyes to contain his laugh. Everything was so easy with him; you really wished you could have the strength to tell him how you feel. But at the same time, there was this fear of losing the only person that mattered in this city. Without Andrew, you would have come back home without a hesitation. He was your cornerstone; you couldn’t imagine a life without talking to him every single day. Without being able to ring at his door at midnight because you saw a movie that made you cry.

But you didn’t want to think about that. “I’ll go grabbing a drink.” You said to him right when one of his costars from his last project came to you. Andrew simply nodded and held your hand tighter for a second. His way of saying be careful and come back to me.

You had a hard time walking to the bar with all those groups of celebrities that thought they were too important to move away. You needed a drink to forget about all these people around you.

While you were waiting for your drinks to come, you felt a hand on your back. There was only one person who would even think about touching you like that. And the thing was, you could perfectly see Andrew from where you were. So, you turned around to face the man that decided he could do what he wanted. “Hi, beauty.” He had the audacity to say with a big smile on his face.

“Could you consider, I don’t know… take your hand away?” You tried to sound as polite as possible to not make a mess and not embarrass Andrew. But this was definitely something you hated, the way some people forget that you are, yourself, a human being that maybe doesn’t want to be touched or talked to. Maybe consent wasn’t taught in every school.

“Why? We could have some great time together!” You had no idea if it was making this worse, but you recognized the guy as one of the main actors in a popular teen show. It was degusting to think some girls were probably idolizing this guy when he was just…a pig. You hated how he whispered this in your man, like Andrew did earlier, to get closer to you.

At the same time, the barman put your drinks on the bar. The perfect timing for you to leave and forget about that awful meeting. But when you took the drinks in your hand, a sign that you were ready to move, the guy hold you tighter and closer to him. “Don’t leave already…” he was too close to your neck, too close to kiss you, too close for too much possibility. You tried to escape from his grip, but he was much stronger than you.

Because of this, your drinks just spilled on you.

Like in every good movie, everyone stopped talking when it happened to look at you. Of course, the guy who couldn’t leave his hands out of you decided it was the right time to finally go away. Leaving you alone with your now empty-glasses and alcohol on your clothes. “Sorry” you mumbled to the barman before putting the glasses back on the bar. You walked directly to Andrew, looking at your feet to avoid any eye contact. Weirdly, where he was standing felt like a whole other party where nobody cared about what happened.

“You’re back…what happened?” Andrew put his hands on your shoulders to look at you. It wasn’t like you were the happiest to be here before, but you seemed absolutely desperate and fretful. He knew something was wrong. And when you tried to escape this conversation, he put a finger underneath your chin to lift your head up. “Talk to me, love.”

“Nothing, just a guy who forgot his manners at home.” You tried to make this less important than it was. For a simple good reason, you knew Andrew way too well to predict how he was going to react.

“What? Who did this to you?” his tone changed immediately, and you couldn’t tell he was already ready to question everyone in this room to know who had the audacity to hurt his best-friend. You tried to convince him to let this go but your voice was even reaching his ears. “Nobody is touching my girl like that, understood?”

Before you had the chance to answer, you were too surprised by the “my girl” thing to find the right words anyway, Andrew took you by the hand and guided you around the room. You didn’t want to go back there or see that guy. You had enough for the night. So, you had to put all your strength in your arm to stop Andrew from walking. “Let it go Andy!” of course, you didn’t anticipate that you would meet his chest when he stops. But it was even more perfect. You looked at him with small eyes and tiredness. “I just want to go home, please.”

Andrew looked around the room one more time before nodding. He held your hand tighter before leading you out. In the taxi back home, you were telling home short stories about your trip in Vancouver. You were cuddling in his arms and after what happened tonight, you felt safer than ever. Especially when he was brushing your hair with some tenderness. Why couldn’t you have that all the time?

It wasn’t until you were back home, and Andrew asked to stay at your place because he didn’t want to leave you alone, that you talked about what happened again. Of course, you were in the bathroom removing your makeup while he was laying in your living room. Making sure he couldn’t see how much you cared about that and how much you cared about him. “Thank you…for trying to protect him there. I just didn’t want you to be embarrassed for doing something stupid or…”

“Why would I be embarrassed for protecting you? I would do that without a hesitation at any event.”

“Even the Oscars?” you asked, just putting your head out of the room to look at him. He laughed, because you looked too cute with half of your face still covered in makeup. “Even the Oscars.” You went back to the bathroom quickly so he wouldn’t see you blushing. Because of that, you didn’t hear him come here either.

“I would do anything for you.” Andrew said, putting his arms around your shoulder and his chin on the top of your head. “When are you going to understand you’re the most important person in my life?” the way he was looking right into your eyes through the mirror felt like he was trying to say something more. Like there was a deeper meaning in his words. You turned your head to look at him and notice how his eyes went down on your lips.

“The most important one, hm?” you whispered, getting your face closer to his. These next seconds would be decisive for the future of your relationship. If Andrew moved backwards, you would know he didn’t feel the same. If he looks surprised, you interpreted the whole situation wrong. But if he didn’t all those things, then…

“The one.” He replied before putting his lips on yours. It was exactly like you imagined it to be, soft and passionate. Andrew slowly brought a hand to your face to caress your cheek while he was exploring your mouth more and more. When your back hit the sink, he decided to lift you up and sit you on it. This way he could get between your legs and kiss you even deeper.

“I wanted to do this for so long…” he whispered against your lips, almost biting it. You took his face in your hands and looked at him. Andrew was a man that was speaking with his face and that night, you could see all the hidden love he had for you finally showing on his beautiful feature. From the way his eyes were shinning to his blushing cheeks and his pure smile. And you hope he could see all your feelings too.

“I hope you don’t kiss all your neighbors like that when I’m away.” You laughed, playing with his hair. He laughed back and put a single kiss on your lips, making up for all the lost time he wasn’t kissing you.

“You’re the only one. Just like you’re the only one I would beat a guy for. Nobody touches my girl, ok?” he put his forehead against yours, like he was trying to put his thoughts in your mind. Like you needed that to convince yourself you were all his.

You were his way before tonight. And it felt good to know from now on that you would always have Andrew by your side. All the time.

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Jealousy and No homework

Marvel Masterlist | Full Masterlist

Requested by @moonlight-ee.

A/N: This is a little similar to the Flirtacious Incident imagine. You don't have to read that to understand this one-shot.

Summary: One thing that Peter absolutely despised was the way guys would come up to you, starting up conversations just to annoy him. Gwen - your sister - thought it was hilarious to see the way Peter would clench his fists or tense his jaw. After one conversation with a guy, it took a little more than reassuring to tell Peter you were with him.

Notes:

Y/N/N: Your Nick Name

L/F/M: Least Favorite Movie

Gwen Stacy -> your sister

Warnings: a little makeout session at the end, but nothing major!

Peter Parker x-reader

"Y/N! Get up, we're gonna be late for school!" Gwen exclaimed, knocking on the door. I rolled over in bed and groaned when my sister ushered me to get up. "Come on! Peter's going to be here in a few minutes, and you know how he gets when we're late," she continued. I pulled my comforter off and stumbled over to my dresser.

After a few minutes, I changed, looking more presentable than before. I opened my door and made my way downstairs. My younger brothers sat at the kitchen island, chowing down some waffles my mother made. "Morning, sweetheart," my father kisses my forehead with a hand reaching towards the coffee mug beside the Keurig.

Gwen walked down the steps with her brown bag over her arm. She fixed the sleeve of her suit jacket. "Cute overalls," she complimented. "Thanks. They're yours," I replied, straightening the cuff of the golden brown's cuff.

"They're what?" she said.

I ignored her statement, smirking. She turned to me with furrowed brows. "Okay. Kids, I will be a little bit late home from work tonight, so dinner is up in the air," my mother said. She handed me a cup of coffee. I sat between Philip and Simon, Gwen joining my side. My mother handed us a plate of waffles with our topping of choice.

"Alright, boys, let's get to school," my father grabbed them by the shoulders and pushed them towards the front door.

We wished them a good day at school before finishing our breakfast. During our conversation, Peter had made his way up to the front door. He politely knocked on the door. I looked over my shoulder and shot him a smile. "We'll see you after school, mom," Gwen said. Our mom kissed us on the top of the head.

She handed us each a container of our favorite fruit, telling us to share it with Peter if he wanted some. I slipped on my white keds and grabbed my backpack from the bench. "Good morning, sweet boyfriend," I bowed. He rolled his eyes playfully and put an arm around my shoulders.

"I'm here too," Gwen pointed out.

"And hello, Gwen," Peter waved. After some walking, the three of us made it to school. My boyfriend opened the door for my sister and me. We weaved through the crowds of people, finally arriving at our lockers. Thankfully, all three of our lockers were somewhat in the same spot.

Peter held my backpack as I sifted through the textbooks, trying to figure out what I needed. "Hey. I promised Flash that I'd help with Geometry," Gwen said. "You're still helping him?" I said, setting my AP literature textbook at the bottom of the locker. "Yes, I am. He really needs help," Gwen closed the door to her locker.

She hugged her books, looking at our faces. "We'll see you in Ecology then," I said. She smiled and waved goodbye before disappearing into the crowd. "Can you believe that she's still tutoring him?" Peter commented. "No, no. I cannot," I responded. He chuckled and zipped up my backpack, handing it to me.

I thanked him and slipped my arm through the strap of the backpack. He opened his own locker while I helped him with his things. "Um, excuse me," someone cleared their throat behind me. I turned around, thinking it might've been the person with the locker underneath mine.

"Oh, Theo, hey," I said. "Hey. How are you doing?" he leaned against the other locker. He crossed his arms with a smirk on his face. His red hair was slicked back with the strong aroma of hair gel. Peter looked at Theo. "I'm doing okay," I replied.

Theo smirked and nodded along. He glanced behind him like he was looking for Gwen. "So, what're you doing tonight?" Theo questioned. Peter let out a sigh and grabbed the spine of his textbook. I could sense his anger and uneasiness. "Probably just staying in," I answered. "It seems like you do that a lot," Theo replied.

Peter's grasp on the book tightened, his fingers became red, and his knuckles a pale white. I tried to hint to Theo in any way that I wasn't interested. "Yeah, well, I'm more of a homebody," I stated. "I have an extra ticket to L/F/M, if you wanted to come with my friends and me," Theo offered.

He stole a glimpse at Peter, who was trying to ignore the situation. Peter shut his locker and held onto the strap of his backpack as it sat on his shoulder. "Thank you for the offer, but I'm not interested," I declined. Theo's brows raised.

He chuckled, shoving his hands into the pockets of his light-washed jeans. "And, I've got a boyfriend, and I don't think he'd appreciate me going out with someone who wouldn't want to just watch a movie," I remarked. "C'mon, I can tell you want me," Theo insisted.

"Yeah, I want you to leave me alone," I said. I waved him goodbye and led Peter to our Geography class. We walked to the aisle where we sat, joining our fellow group mates.

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(After school)

Peter laid across my bed, playing with a red rubber ball. He threw it up and caught it before it fell on his chest. I tapped my pencil on my chin while we worked on our project for Literature. We were to read two short stories and then compare them. Peter was quiet when we began working.

I'd like to think that it's his way of brainstorming, but it wasn't normal for him to only say something sometimes. I looked over my shoulder to see him looking at the emoji on the front of the rubber ball.

"Okay. I've got the first comparison done, have you started on the second one?" I asked. He sat up from the bed and grabbed his opened laptop from beside him. Peter looked through the document on his computer. "What's up with you? You've been quiet since we got out of school," I said, setting my pencil beside my computer.

He shrugged his shoulders and sat up in my bed. Peter set his computer on the pillow beside him. "Has that Theo guy asked you out before?" Peter asked. I closed my computer and walked to the bed, joining his side. "I mean, yeah, but I've always said I'm not interested or unavailable," I answered.

Peter tossed the ball between each of his hands, watching it as he played. I reached over and grabbed the rubber ball from him, and set it on the bedside table. "Why haven't you ever told me?" Peter questioned. "I didn't think it was necessary. Gwen has told him off a few times, and he just stopped talking to me," I responded.

"Except for this time, when I was with you," Peter nodded. I sighed, nodding as well. I looked to the side with a smile appearing on my face. "I thought that comeback to Theo's pickup line was pretty sick," Peter said.

"Really?"

"Really," he repeated. Peter leaned in to kiss me, further preventing me from speaking. I smiled against his lips with my hands pressing onto the mattress. Peter's hands rested on my waist, lightly pushing my green tank top.

Peter and I continued to kiss as articles of clothing were being thrown all over the place. The feeling of Peter’s lips trailed up the side of my neck. I yelped slightly when Peter leaned back and flipped me over. He hovered over me with a smile on his face. "I just can't believe you got jealous," I spoke.

"I wasn't jealous," he insisted. "Mmm, I think you were," I said, grabbing his collar to join my lips with his again. So, for the rest of the afternoon, we didn't get our homework done.

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Oh, What A Night | A.G.

Summary: Alcohol, A Glitzy After Party and your Ex. What could go wrong?

Pairing: Andrew Garfield x former assistant!reader

Warnings: SMUT (additional warnings under the cut), miscommunication, alcohol, cursing, pwp.

WC: 3.3K

A/N: Major shout out to @specialk-18 and her brilliant mind. I knew I wanted to do an Andrew one shot and she gave me this idea. I hope it lives up to the hype.

smut warnings: unprotected sex, slapping, hair pulling, slight size kink, rough sex, creampie.

The flashes of hundreds of light bulbs still sparkled and blurred your vision as you made your way into the venue. You tried to stay close to your new boss, but not too close. She had expressed in the past that she didn’t need a “babysitter” but you knew how she could be when she had a few too many drinks. If you thought you had a hard time as her assistant, her publicist was a saint.

Every day with her brought you a little closer to quitting the business entirely. She wasn’t your first choice but after parting from your last boss, you didn’t have much space to be picky.

Your last boss….he was a dream. Until that dream turned into a nightmare and he broke your heart, of course.

Two months prior you worked with the mesmeric Andrew Garfield. Everyone couldn’t help but love him, including yourself. He had an aura around him, bright and shining like his pearly whites. It lured you in until you didn’t know where you ended and he began.

One full year of working for him, six months of which were also spent in his bed, and he tossed you aside like it all meant nothing.

You suppose for him it did.

He surprised you one day, a pensive look on his face and a globe sized confession lodged in his throat. You knew something was wrong immediately but chose not to stoke the fire. Your willful ignorance did nothing to soften the blow when he told you he couldn’t have you as his assistant any longer. You knew what that ultimately meant, he didn’t want you as a lover any longer either.

You blew past him and out the door before the tears began to flow in his presence. You refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing what those few months meant to you. He tried to stop you, for what reason you have no idea, but you refused to listen. He had claimed he was doing it for you, you called it bullshit and an excuse just to sleep with whoever he wanted. Any excuses or “reasonings” he could give wouldn’t undo what had already been done. So, you left him and never looked back. Blocked his number, found a new boss and continued life like nothing earth shattering had taken place in the last

You hoped with every fiber of your being that he wouldn’t be present tonight, but of course he was. He was fucking nominated for an Oscar after all, why wouldn’t he attend an Oscar’s after party. And, because of your amazing luck, why wouldn’t he be at the one you were also forced to attend.

You would just ignore him. That’s all. He didn’t want you in his life so why allow him the luxury of even being a thought in yours.

Much easier said than done you realized as your eyes scanned the busy crowd and immediately locked with his stare. The fucker was staring at you, a smirk playing on his blush colored lips.

That smug, pompous asshole. His eyes were scanning over you like you were the winner at a dog show and he was your owner. You weren’t his anymore though, so where the fuck did he get the right to look at you that way?

It pissed you off to no end that he could be so calm looking at you while you felt as though your heart would beat out of your chest.

You glanced over at your boss schmoozing a director while also pretending to be appalled by Will Smith’s earlier actions. She would be just fine on her own.

With a fire in your step, you swerved through the drunken party goers to your target. You only hoped your eyes were filled with the same molten lava that ran through your veins as you stared back at him.

Your heartbeat gradually increased from a gentle hum to full on hammering as you stopped right in front of Andrew, a wicked smile stretched across his lips. You were torn between slapping it off of his face or pressing your own against them.

A huff passed through your own, your hand placed firmly on your hip.

“Can I help you?”

Andrew chortled, the champagne he had just taken a sip of bubbling back into his glass.

“I’m sorry?”

“You were staring at me,” you glared, annoyed with his boyish charm.

“Was I?” His accent came out full force whenever he was teasing. It used to enchant you, now it just filled you with dread.

“Yes, you were. You know you were. So just…” another huff. “Leave me alone.”

“If I’m not mistaken, Y/N,” he leaned in closer, placing his glass down on the table behind him. “You’re the one that came over to me.”

Your previously pleading gaze quickly transitioned to one full of malice. The lava in your blood began to harden and, if no one was around to witness it, you would have smacked that smug look off of his pretty face with the strength of a boulder. He didn’t just fuck you and dump you. He fucked you for months, leading you on, making you believe you were something more, and then dumped you.

Fucking pretty boy, Garfield.

“I’m tired of this, Andrew,” you surrendered, a wave of your hand through the air. “Please, just leave me alone.” You sighed, twisting to venture into the crowd once more.

Before you could get far, a large hand gently wrapped its fingers around your wrist, pulling you back. Your body twirled as he tugged, your noses just inches from each other’s.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?”

His breath intertwined with yours, breathing each other in as if he were your life source and you were his. The raucous party dwindled to the tiny buzz of a bee. His eyes bore into yours as everything around you disappeared.

The second your eyes flickered down to his lips, he knew he had you.

“Wanna get out of here?” His lips ghosted over yours, still refusing to put any distance between your bodies or your souls. All you could do was nod before your body was tugged into an unknown area.

You grunted, not from pleasure but from the pain of the door knob slamming into your lower back as he pushed you against the door.

“Sorry, sorry,” he pulled his lips away from yours for only a second to apologize.

The idea of a hotel hookup always seemed so casual and hot in the movies. Instead it was a mixture of apologizes, limbs fumbling to remove clothing and turn on the light, and your anxiety of whether the door was locked or not.

The walk to his room only took about two minutes once you were out of the party and into the hotel lobby. Two minutes was just long enough for you to contemplate if this was what you truly wanted. You wavered countless time in those 120 seconds and in the end you decided this was what you wanted. The relationship would end for real, on your terms this time.

One last fuck to fully get him out of your system.

You gently cradled his jaw in your palm, pulling him impossibly closer. He always was a good fucking kisser. His tongue glided over yours, your other hand reaching to pull at the brown locks at the nape of his neck. A moan was your reward as you tugged gently, igniting a hunger for more.

“Up,” he panted and you obliged, jumping up to wrap your legs around his slim waist, his grip on your thighs punishing. You always wanted him to be rough and you had a gut feeling your body would be covered in bruises by the following morning. This wasn’t the gentle “i love you” fucks that you had grown accustom to towards the end of your relationship; the ones where you poured your entire soul into to let him know how you truly felt because your lips trembled every time you tried to utter your feelings. This was pent up anger. Months of tears. Months of ‘why wasn’t i good enough?’ Months of frustration your vibrator brought on when the orgasms never compared to the ones he gave you.

This was hate sex, pure and simple.

Your tongues fought for dominance as your feelings did the same. You found yourself grinding against his stomach, your dress now hiked all the way up to your waist.

“Someone’s eager,” he panted, your slick already seeping through your lace and onto his dress shirt.

“Shut up. Too many clothes,” you mumbled angrily against his lips, your hands making quick work of his bow tie. You would have told him how adorable he looked in it if you didn’t simultaneously want to choke him with it.

The buttons of his shirt were popped open in the blink of an eye and you were pushing the god forsaken sleeves down and off of his arms. It was a crime so much of him was covered up. Your chest heaved against his, the oxygen too much and not enough as you swallowed his kisses. Nails scraped against his scalp, eliciting a wanton moan from his lips and a smirk on yours.

“Tell me…what…you want…” you taunted as your lips left cherry red stains over his jaw and collarbone.

“Fuck. I…I want..” he struggled, his hands nearly ripping off the zipper of your dress as he tugged it down. He slipped the top off your shoulder and groaned when your breasts came into view.

“What? What do you want, baby? Want me to suck you off? Choke on your cock?” Another groan as he thrusted his hips up and against your core to create any sort of friction. Your hips pinned his in place, an attempt to control the little bit you could.

“I don’t think you deserve that anymore, hmm? You wanna ruin me? Work for it.”

Andrew grunted, his lean arms picking you up and tossing you just as quickly onto the bed. Your dress was on the floor in seconds, your underwear joining right after. He gripped your ankle, tugging you towards the end of the bed. Gentle kisses lingered on your calf, then your thigh, then your stomach, completely avoiding all the places you truly wanted and needed him. He could sense your frustration, your body working harder to push against his in a futile attempt to get some friction.

“Can you just fuck me alr-“ your words were cut off by your own gasp, a stinging sensation blossoming on your reddened cheek.

He slapped you.

Andrew had fucking slapped you and you’d be lying to say it didn’t add to the puddle steadily growing between your legs. You had only mentioned to him once in passing that you wanted him to be rougher in bed - slap you, pull your hair, even edge you a bit. He always denied your suggestions, not out of dislike but out of fear of taking it too far and possibly hurting you. All caution was thrown to the wind tonight, apparently.

“Good girls get fucked. Are you gonna be my good girl, Y/N?” His eyes burned into you, your head emphatically nodding at his request.

“Please,” you found yourself whimpering.

“Please what? Use your words, baby. I know you can.”

His thumb traced the outline of your swollen bottom lip before pushing through, stroking your tongue until you got the hint to suck. He groaned, his eyes nearly rolling back at the sight of you sucking his digit. Realizing you couldn’t exactly speak with his thumb in your mouth, he reluctantly pulled it out with a pop.

“Fuck me, please. I w-want it rough, please.”

You always told yourself you were a switch but the truth was you were most definitely a sub. You could pretend to be dominate all you wanted but you weren’t fooling anyone, especially Andrew. The man had you wrapped around his fingers.

“Yeah?” he mockingly nodded along with your words, his hands swiftly unbuttoning his dress pants, ridding himself of the last barriers between the two of you.

All you could do was nod, your thighs rubbing together as he stared down at you.

Andrew licked his lips, his chocolate brown eyes raking over your naked form.

“Hands and knees.”

Your body moved quicker than your mind, shuffling to change your position to his satisfaction. The bed dipped with the weight of him as he climbed on behind you, his right hand instinctively gripping the back of your neck to push your head down.

“Remember what you asked for, sweet girl,” was his final warning as he pushed into you fully, a mixture between a gasp and scream echoing from your lungs.

“Shh, baby, we don’t want to wake the neighbors.”

You could almost hear the smirk on his face. Your hands gripped the sheets below you as he set a punishing pace, giving you nearly no time to adjust. You’d been with a few men in your life but Andrew was easily the most well endowed. What he lacked in length he made up for in girth, stretching you in the most perfect way.

Your pants grew as his hips repeatedly slapped against your ass, the sound reverberating in the fancy hotel suite.

“You’re still so fucking tight for me. Have you fucked anyone since me?”

His hips faltered slightly as he waited for your response. A grin spread across his lips as he felt your neck shake back and forth.

“Are you too cock drunk to use your words, sweet girl?” He teased, leaning back on his heels while he slammed your hips against his.

Your only response was a groan as his hips hammered away, the slight change in position causing him to hit that special spot in you. He was the only one who ever seemed to be able to hit it, filling the already cocky man with a weird sense of pride.

“Fuck, fuck I’ve missed this pussy. You hear how wet you are for me? No one else can ever…make…you…feel…like…this…” he punctuated each word with a particular hard thrust.

You pushed your lower half further into the sweat soaked mattress. “Fuck, Andrew, please,” your right hand slipped between the sheets and your body, quickly rubbing your bundle of nerves to get you to your high.

“You almost there, baby? Good…good,” he panted, his hips never easing up.

His name fell from your lips like a hymn, your hips pushing back to meet his thrusts. Your walls clenched, your slick running down the back of your thighs as he fucked you relentlessly.

“Come on, sweet girl. Cum for me,” He leaned forward slightly, his hand loosening around your neck only to grip your hair in a makeshift ponytail. He tugged it back, forcing your body to take everything he gave you.

He had never been this rough in the entire six months you were together and you were disappointed this was your first time experiencing this side of him.

His left hand slipped from your hip and swatted your hand away, taking over. He pinched your bundle before soothing it with quickened strokes. Your eyes squeezed tight, a loud moan rising from deep within your chest as you felt your walls clamp down on his cock. He grunted as your wetness coated his shaft. A few more punctured thrusts prolonged your orgasm as you felt his cock twitch and spasm within you.

You both panted, your brain fuzzy and your limbs exhausted. You winced as he pulled out and you heard him whisper an apology. The pressure on the bed was lifted but you couldn’t be bothered to move from your wearied state.

“Can you turn over for me?” You registered his voice through the post coital haze in your mind and you wondered how long he had even been gone. With a low groan, you turned your body over to find him still naked, a wash cloth in his grip. Without a second thought, he reached between your folds and began to clean you up.

You shut your eyes, a wave of embarrassment washing over you as he cleaned up the mixture of your fluids. In the heat of everything, you had forgotten to use protection. You knew you were clean but you couldn’t say the same for him. He was an actor, a Hollywood star, why wouldn’t he be sleeping around?

As if he could sense your nerves, he peered up at you from beneath his long lashes.

“I haven’t….since you…either, by the way. I should have said that earlier but, ya know,” he gestured between the two of you.

He left you for a moment as he disposed of the wash cloth. When he returned he was dressed in a pair of pajama pants, a tshirt in hand for you.

You hesitantly took it, wondering what exactly your next move should be. This didn’t mean anything, right? Just one last fuck, that’s what you told yourself. Just a fuck to get him out of your system.

“Do you, um,” he began, his nerves on full display. “Do you want to stay the night? I don’t know if your boss will be waiting for you but, I mean, I’d really like it if you stayed.” He finally concluded, his brown eyes only now willing to connect with yours.

“She’s fine without me but,” your fingers anxiously toyed with the shirt in your grasp, your nudity the least of your worries. Andrew had already seen every inch of you.

“Please, Y/N….” His eyes were pleading.

“I miss you.”

Those words clutched your heart in a vice, squeezing tightly until it just about burst.

“Then why didn’t you want me?” Your eyes lowered, no longer confident enough to look into his.

“Wha—? Didn’t want you? Y/N I always wanted you. Fuck, I still want you!” He began to step towards you with his hand outstretched but you took a step back.

“You didn’t want me as your assistant anymore…you didn’t want me anymore.” Your voice trembled.

“Y/N, are you serious? I just didn’t want my girlfriend running errands for me.” He exhaled, exasperated.

“Girlfriend?” He had never once referred to you as his girlfriend in the time you were together.

“Well..I mean, I wanted you to be. I wanted to officially ask you and all but you never really gave me the chance. You wouldn’t return any of my calls.”

“Because I thought you didn’t want me,” you mumbled, realization finally dawning on you. “I’m a fucking idiot.”

He laughed but instantly covered his mouth when your eyes shot up to his.

“I’m sorry…I just…this was really bad miscommunication on both of our parts. Yours mainly, of course,” he teased with a smirk and you couldn’t help but fake gasp, reaching out to swat at him.

“Fine,” you began, tossing his shirt over your head. “I’ll stay the night but only because your dick is that good. The rest of you…? Could use some improvement.”

It was his turn to fake gasp as he grasped you in his arms. “Just my dick? Not even my lips?”

“Eh, they’re okay….I might need a refresher, though. I was a bit distracted before.” A wide grin spread across his face, your favorite kind that made his eyes crinkle and shine just slightly.

“I think I can handle that…” he hummed, leaning down to press his lips against yours. You sighed contently into the kiss, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you back to bed.

You had a lot of time to make up for.

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onlyfreds · 2 years

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Lipstick Mark | (Young) Remus Lupin

Title: Lipstick Mark

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: A lipstick mark is enough to tell it all.

The minute you saw the look Lily and Marlene were giving you, you knew that something was wrong.

But with the teasing smile they were also giving, you knew that the "something wrong" could only be applied to you.

"What?" You asked, sitting right across them on the bench in the Great Hall.

"Looks like you and Remus had a rather exhilirating morning today." James teased as your boyfriend went to sit beside you.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Remus said as the two of you exchanged a look, trying to ignore the blush that was making itself known on both of your faces - you had specifically made sure that the dorm was completely empty and the door was locked…

"Deny it all you want Moony." Sirius snickered, "But the lipstick mark on your collar says otherwise."

Looking over to his collar, there was indeed a bright red stain in the shape of your lips.

"What?" You said innocently, giving a shrug, "That's what you get for giving me hickeys about the collar when I told you not to."

"You can cover up the hickeys with foundation!"

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winvterstan · 1 year

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Oh my god did I really just disappear for almost a year? I DID. Back in April, I said I had found time to write again but I obviously didn't and I can't assure you I won't do that again unfortunately.

But I want to start to find some time to write soooo since all the requests I had are gone for some technical problems I had if you want you can send some new requests here. 💓

Remember to read my requests faqs first

Thank you for your understanding I hope to hear from you soon! 🫶🏻❤️

Also i can’t believe I have 250 readers even when I haven’t posted in almost a year thank you for your support ily💗

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jahayla-parker · 2 years

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Hello!

I've seen you're looking for Andrew Garfield requests. I've got you covered!

Y/N and Andrew have been dating for a while now, and when Andrew gets the call about No Way Home, he's unsure about going back. Y/N is there to support him and be there for him every step of the way (but she mainly wants to meet Tom and Tobey)

On Andrew's first day on set, he brings Y/N with him. They meet Tom and Tobey and Y/N can't help but hide behind Andrew.

When filming, Y/N is behind camera watching it all happen. When she hears Andrew say the line 'I love you guys', she can't help but laugh. Tom and Tobey also break into laughter.

Later on, Andrew thanks her for encouraging him to do the film. They cuddle for the rest of the night.

Hope you like! 💕

I Will Say It Back : Andrew Garfield x Reader

Summary: Andrew is nervous to pick up the role of Spider-Man again after how it went last time. Fortunately his girlfriend is there to support him the whole time, even when his costars jokingly don’t respond to one of his impromptu lines.

Warnings: NWH spoilers (if you haven’t seen it yet smh), minor NWH More Fun Stuff Re-Release spoilers (not scenes from the movie but the brief intro from the guys before the movie), and just fluff 💜

———

“Love, I need to talk to you about something. Are you busy?” Andrew asks, entering their shared bedroom.

“No, just finishing up this report but it can wait” y/n smiles, closing her laptop to turn and face her boyfriend.

“Are you sure?” Andrew asks slowly, glancing between the laptop and her.

She nods, walking to him and pulling him in for a hug, “absolutely”.

Andrew hums and relaxes in her arms some but she can still feel how tense his muscles are.

As he kisses the top of her head, grinning against her hair, she squeezes him and whispers, “what’s on your mind handsome?”

“I ummm…” he mumbles, alerting her to just how bad it was.

Andrew was always so well spoken, he very rarely had to pause let alone use fillers when communicating.

That, and he was never really nervous around her. They’d been friends for awhile before dating so the two rarely had moments of anxiety towards their relationship or each other.

“Andrew, talk to me” y/n coos, pulling back and leading him to sit on the edge of their bed.

He gives her a thankful smile and nods, “I received a call today for… an acting job”.

“As in you got the role or there’s an audition?” She asks, watching his face as he tenses again.

“Role, essentially” he admits, rubbing his neck.

“Oh,” she says, trying to hide her realization that means he will be away from her for awhile, “I didn’t know you had an audition recently”.

“I didn’t!” He assures, squeezing her hand to erase her concerns he hid an audition from her.

“They just offered you a role without auditioning?” She asks, smiling at him, “that’s wonderful Andy! Congrats love!”

He blushes and bites his lip as he smiles, “thank you dear. But, I’m not sure I’m going to take it”

Her eyebrows raise and then she squints at him, “no? Why not? What’s the role?”

He chuckles softly, reaching over to smooth her eyebrows, “Spider-Man”.

She gasps and scoots back from him so she can see him more, “what?!”

Andrew laughs deeply, making her smile and blush at how insane she probably looks.

He nods, “the newest Tom Holland one, they want me and Tobey back for it”.

“Th-… you-… wha-…” she stutters, unable to form a proper sentence.

Andrew laughs, knowing how much she loved all of the past Spider-Man movies from each of them.

Pulling herself together, she teasingly hits his arm as he continues laughing.

“If you’re joking about this, we’re done” she smirks, glaring at him.

He holds his hands up, “I’m not!”

She laughs and nods, “okay. That’s super cool though! Why aren’t you wanting to do it?”

She knew his concerns with his last time as Spider-Man but how he always said he’d love to be able to take up the role again.

He sighs, becoming serious suddenly, “it will be a lot. There’s going to be a lot to deal with and many different emotions”.

She nods, encouraging him to go on as she grabs his hand.

“I know I’ve said I’d love to out the suit back on and have another chance to play him, but…” he looks down at their hands and holds his gaze there for a moment.

“You can tell me anything. I’m not going to force you to accept the role babe! I just want to know what you’re thinking about, I’ve not seen you like this” y/n says, squeezing their interlocked hands.

“I’m worried if I make the wrong decision it’ll hurt our relationship and I don’t want that” he says, frowning.

Y/n freezes, watching him silently in shock.

“Andrew Russell Garfield. I don’t want you ever feeling like a decision would somehow jeopardize our relationship” y/n scolds, turning to him.

He looks up at her and nods, a small smile on his lips as if still hesitant.

“Decline the role. Accept the role. Wait it out. Hell, flip a coin and let it decide. I don’t care either way. I love you no matter what decision you make and I’m here for you no matter how it turns out” she adds, staring at him.

Andrew smiles, leaning over and giving her a quick but appreciative kiss, “I know my love, you’re always so supportive. And I love you too. But that’s why I’m worried the stress won’t be good for us, for our relationship”.

“Elaborate please” she asks softly.

Grinning, he kisses her check, hooking his arm around her waist and pulling her to him until she’s curled up against him.

Andrew begins to explain to her the different ways in which the stress of filming this movie will be heightened from that of his other films she’s witnessed him working on.

Upon him completing his explanation, he strokes y/N’s hair as he listens to her offer ways to help his stress and in turn his concerns about the impacts on their relationship.

——— A few weeks later, the first day on set following virtual meetings between the actors ———

“Darling, join me, I have someone you’ll want to meet” Andrew smirks, holding his hand out for y/n as he steps out of his set trailer.

Y/n blushes and straightens out her clothes nervously as she walks over to take his hand.

“Relax y/n/n, they’re very kind” Andrew whispers, brushing her hair away from her neck, his fingers causing goosebumps to form on her arms.

She smiles and leans into him for emotional support as she walks with him to set.

“Ah, love, this way” he says, guiding her to the left, “Tom, Tobey, come meet my lovely girlfriend”.

Y/n gulps, tugging on the hem of Andrew’s shirt nervously.

Andrew chuckles quietly, kissing her ear tenderly.

“Y/n love, this is Tom” Andrew says as Tom approaches first.

Y/n blushes and forms a stiff but polite and proper posture as she shakes Tom’s hand nervously.

“Lovely to meet the woman Andrew has been talking about nonstop” Tom winks, stepping back.

Y/N’s face reddens as she glances back at her boyfriend who is shaking his head and laughing timidly as his own face flushes.

Y/n bites her lip and turns back just as Tobey comes up to greet her.

“Could not agree more, wonderful to meet you” Tobey nods, shaking her hand.

“Ummm… uhhh. Thanks!” She says nervously, causing them to laugh softly.

“Sorry” she giggles, “I’m just… I don’t want to sound like a fangirl, but I’m just big fans”.

They nod, Tobey smiling and looking over at Andrew who is pulling y/n to him.

She hides behind him slightly in embarrassment but he kisses the side of her head, “they know my love”.

“You told them?!” She scoffs, using his body to hide.

He chuckles, “they don’t mind”.

———

Y/n laughs and shakes her head at her boyfriend breaking character to tell the others he loves them mid scene.

Tom and Tobey break into laugher causing them to stop the scene.

The director laughs, “we need to redo that, but Andrew, keep that line”.

Andrew smirks, winking over at his girlfriend to show off his improve skills.

She rolls she’s eyes and blows him a kiss before waving him off to focus on the scene.

———

“You know you liked it” Andrew teased, sliding under the covers next to y/n.

“I never said I didn’t” she points out, leaning over to kiss him.

“You couldn’t stop laughing” he smirks, stroking the back of her hair.

“It was so cute baby” she says, smiling at him as she leans back against the pillows behind her.

He laughs, “thank you darling”.

“I can’t believe they didn’t say it back” she smirks, turning the tv off and cuddling closer to him.

Andrew laughs, pulling her against him, “I don’t care”.

“You don’t? I mean I know it was improve but I’m sure they were just caught off guard. I know how much you value them” she says, tracing shapes on his chest.

Andrew kisses her nose, “I only care if you say it back darling, not them. Thank you for supporting me y/n”.

“I will forever support you” she affirms, cupping his jaw, “And of course I will say it back; I’ll always say it back”.

Smiling, Andrew squeezes her against him, “wonderful because I love you”.

Y/n giggles, “I love you too, but I can’t breathe”.

“Oh! Can’t have that! How else could you say it back next time?” Andrew teases, letting her go slightly but still having a secure hold on her.

“I told you I will say it back, so I’d find a way to make it work” she laughs, laying her head on his upper chest and kissing his collar bone.

Andrew sighs contentedly and he smiles down at the woman in his arms, the only thing he’s more certain about loving than the chance to replay Spider-Man.

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jin0 · 2 years

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now..i have no proof of this but i just know without a shadow of a doubt andrew fucks like JulianP_225 on twitter. esp his most recent video with the butterflies in the back! he’d hold your hand, kiss along your back between encouraging whispers as he just pounds into you. i want this man -&rewloml (sorry i haven’t been bothering you recently (lol)! been busy with uni & all that)

love, uni's been murdering the shit out of me lately so i get you sweets 🙄

and nonnie you have no idea how you just broke me ?? imma keep this man in my head cause this is definitely how andrew fucks on special occasions or when he just feels like you need it ?? like so thoughtful in the way he pushed himself inside you, making sure he fills you up just right, not even leaving space for you to adjust because that's not what you want or need and he knows it !!

it doesn't matter that he's desperate to go rough and just empty gallons of cum in your pussy, he needs you to be pleased more than anything because that's how he does thing : for you first and then maybe him.

it's practically written in his dna at this point, the perfect recipe to have you completely defenseless and crying out for more. fuck anything else, fuck the phone calls from his manager or his notifications, all that matters right now is treating his girl and nothing will stop him.

he's got you pushed into the pillows, ass up and his arms keeping you as open as you can. he wants to be sure than when he finishes inside you, he's got a nice view of the mess he made inside you.

and even when he pulls out, you're reaching for him, begging for his cock to slither back inside you and make you feel even better, to give you more because you're greedy like that for him.

"look at you sweetheart, begging for more of me as if i haven't been pounding my everything inside that tight pussy... god i've missed you, missed this... you can't get enough can you ? left you for so long when you needed me huh ? my pretty princess, promise i'll fill you up as much as you need buttercup... just lay back and let me take care of you..."

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the-amazing-simp · 2 years

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Single | (TASM) P.P.

This is for my 1.3k Rom-Com Night on my main

Peter couldn’t stop staring at you, even if he tried.

You were just too gorgeous, it was as if you were a mixed reincarnation of the goddesses: Aphrodite, Athena and Hera.

He doesn’t even know if the two of you should be alone together - that’s how obvious his crush is.

The two of you are best friends, so basically - wherever he was you were too.

–

“Peter, I didn’t know you were such a romantic.” You called from the other side of the couch, “‘I don’t ever mind sharing oxygen, I just wanna get lost in your lungs.’ Who’s that for Pete?”

Peter felt himself blush as you read his recent post out loud, one that had been for you, “It’s none of your business.”

“C’mon.” You pleaded, scooting over to his side, “It’s not like I’m some stranger - I’m your best friend.”

Peter pretended to think about it for a moment, “Nope.”

“Please.” You gave him your best puppy dog eyes, “I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

“Nope.” Peter repeated, popping the ‘p’.

“Is it Gwen?” You asked, trying to mask your jealousy for the blonde-haired, smart girl.

“What?” He asked, bewildered, “Of course not. Gwen and I are just friends.”

“Then who is it?” You whined.

“Not telling you.” Peter said, before standing up and heading to the kitchen in search of the tin can that held Aunt May’s cookies.

“You can’t keep your secrets forever Pete!” You called out, determined to know who the post was for.

If you couldn’t be his girlfriend, then you might as well be his wingwoman.

—

You stared at the lightened screen of your phone, the poetic words of your best friend’s latest tumblr post imprinting themselves in your brain.

“You know you got all my attention. You know you got all mine.”

Gently knocking on the door of the Parker household, you rocked on the balls of your feet.

“Hello Y/N!” Aunt May smiled as she opened the door, “It’s so nice to see you again. Come in!”

“Is Peter home?“ you asked, following her inside.

She shook her head, “He went out to do whatever Peter does when he’s out.”

“Good.” You breathed out relieved, “I actually came here to ask you something.”

“Oh,” Aunt May smiled, intrigued, “well let me get some tea first then we can have a chat. It’s been so long since I’ve had a good one.”

—

“So,” Aunt May said, setting two steaming cups of tea down on the table, “what’s up?”

“Well,” you grinned nervously, “it’s actually about Peter.”

“Ooh,” She giggled, “Now this is getting interesting. What about Peter?”

“Has he mentioned anything to you about…being interested in someone?” You asked.

“Maybe, why?” She said, sipping her drink.

You watched the steam rising to mix in with the atmosphere, “Well, I’ve just been noticing that lately his posts are romantic. Like, it’s what he actually wants to say to the person he’s interested in.”

Aunt May remained quiet, contemplating whether or not she should tell you - she was growing impatient over how long Peter was taking…

“I asked him and he outright refuses to tell me. So, I thought he might’ve mentioned a thing or two to you.” You continued.

Oh. Aunt May realized that you still haven’t had a hint on what Peter felt about you.

“He kinda did mention that he had his eye on someone.” She said.

Pushing down the pang of jealousy that rose up in your chest, you questioned, “Did he happen to mention who it was?”

Aunt May shook her head with a small smile, “Sorry dear.”

“It’s okay Aunt May.” You smiled reassuringly before completely changing the topic.

—

Having just finished your homework, you made your way down to the kitchen to get a snack.

To your surprise, you heard Peter talking to your father. Maybe with a bit of motive to eavesdrop, you stayed hidden by the side.

“Sir, I know she’s been hurt before. I’ve seen her go through that pain and I hate seeing her in pain. Because of that, I understand how you’re being careful about who you allow to have her heart - but I promise you that I’ll take care of her.” Peter said, “The last thing I want to do is break her heart.”

Your father sighed, “Fine. You can ask her out. But Parker, I swear if you break her heart - I’m coming after you and not even Spider-Man can stop me.”

You smiled at the prospect of your father not knowing that Peter was actually the vigilante himself.

But your mind kept on replaying the conversation you had just eavesdropped on, Peter had wanted to ask you out.

So, did that mean that his posts had been for you all along?

Deciding to step out of your hiding place, you held back a laugh at Peter’s flabbergasted expression upon seeing you.

“Y-Y/N/N!” He managed to stutter out, not knowing what to say, “H-how long have you been standing there?”

Your father gave you a small smile, “I’ll leave you two to it.”

Peter avoided your gaze, looking down at his feet, “So…”

“I would love to go out with you, Peter.” You grinned.

Both of his brows shot up in surprise, “Yeah…”

You giggled, kissing his cheek, “I’ll see you Saturday.”

He nodded, still dumbfounded, “Perfect..”

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fivelakesinwriting · 1 year

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i LOVE your andrew pure series and i was wondering if you could do like a wedding night smut with andrew garfield?

Author's Notes: Thank you so, so much. That series means a lot to me. I hope you enjoy this just as much. This was actually part of the first Pure story, but was edited out. I hope this is something close to what you had imagined, my friend. Please let me know what you think if you have a moment - messages, comments and feedback are greatly appreciated! Thank you! xoxo

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of drinking, Sexual references - sexual innuendos

Requested? Yes. Requests are closed for the time being.

Blessed was a really good word. While he wasn't an overly religious man at this point in his life, he definitely had beliefs in the divine, and he believed the divine had truly intervened when she stepped into his path. Now she wore his ring. A soft delicate diamond ring to signify their union and he wore a thicker silver band with her name engraved on the inside. There was no mistaking who he loved, who he belonged to.

"What are you doing out here all by yourself?" Her voice whispered behind him while he stood on the balcony of the hotel room in Italy. A quiet moment to himself while she slept, recuperating from an afternoon of being tossed around like his little doll.

"Hi, lovey. Just watching the world go by, had a little drink. Was going to fix myself another then go check on you. But here you are." Andrew smiled as he reached for the sheet wrapped around his wife, and tugged her closer to him. He kissed her forehead as he held her hips breathing in the scent of her hair as he rested his cheek on top of her head.

"Missed you when I woke up. Could smell you on the sheets beside me, but you weren't there." She muttered into his chest.

"So you brought the sheets with you to come find me, did you?" Andrew smiled as he tugged the sheets that hugged her body, his lips making their way to her neck. He was gentle, knowing she had just woken up and he had been rougher with her earlier in the day. He placed soft kisses along her neck towards her collarbone, adoring the way his wife pulled his hair and curled her body into his.

"Couldn't find my clothes." She teased gently in his ear, making him reach for her backside as he released a soft moan into her neck.

"No clothes. Ever again." Andrew muttered into her neck as he backed them up towards the room again, through the balcony doors. He walked them carefully over their discarded clothes from earlier, guiding her back towards the enormous mattress.

"Ever?" His wife whispered as he tugged the sheets from her body as the backs of her knees hit the edge of the mattress.

"Only my shirt now and then. But nothing else. I want you naked for the rest of my life." Andrew breathed out as he pressed his forehead to hers, his hands roaming her body. Hickeys and bite marks littered her neck and collarbone, spanning down to her chest and stomach. Her thighs and backside had soft hand-prints on them, and the occasional bite mark - little love bites.

Andrew lifted her up and gently laid her back on the unmade bed, crawling between her no doubt sore legs. He hummed as she gently scratched her nails over his chest, though the small patch of hair down to his navel.

"Marked you good. Does it hurt?" He questioned as he thumbed at the base of her throat over the large love bruise he had left.

"No, baby. I feel fine." She smiled softly as she wrapped her arms around his waist, letting him run his fingertips over her collarbone.

Andrew grinned as he took hold of her thighs and rolled onto his back, keeping her steady on his lap.

"You're not tired? We've been at it for hours." She smiled as she thumbed at the chain around his neck, pulling the pendant through his gold necklace.

"Just happy we're married." Andrew smiled as he filled his hands with her backside.

"I feel the same way." She nodded as she placed her hands on his shoulders to hold herself upright.

"Don't know why we went somewhere for our honeymoon. We've barely left this room in days." Andrew mumbled as he ran his fingertips down her bare back, making her shiver.

"I like the accent of the person who answers the phone for room service." She replied as she rolled her head back while he traced gentle patterns over her back.

"Better than mine?" Andrew questioned as he placed one hand behind his head while his other hand laid flat on the small of her back.

"Never." She responded as she leaned down to kiss his lips, hands in his messy hair.

"Good. Wanna be the only man who accents makes you hot and bothered." Andrew smiled against her lips, the hand that was behind his head making its way into her hair for a soft tug.

With a riotous giggle she fell to her back again on the unmade, Andrew's body covering hers immediately. They both made quick peace with the fact that they wouldn't be seeing the sights that day, and it would be another evening of room service.

Time well spent.

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tatoda · 2 years

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TASM!Peter Parker Masterlist

fluff ❀

angst ☾

smut ✘

i claim all this work, this is mine DO NOT STEAL

Years - peter and may come over for dinner, peter has always been mean to you from the very start, what happens when feelings are really revealed ✘ ❀ ☾

Here - you have a panic attack and peter is there to help you ❀

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TASM!Peter thought I cannot get out of my head for the life of me: Reader pestering him about him and his weird spider abilities like Ned in the MCU movies, but he’s just so loving and patient because he knows he’s weird and she’s naturally curious

AN | Imagine finding out your boyfriend is Spider-Man. It’s going to leave you with a lot of questions, isn’t it?❤️

Pairing | tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader

Warnings | mild language

Word Count | 2.8k

Masterlist | Main | Peter

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“Peter?”

“This isn’t what it-”

“No way!”

“Babe, this is not. I”m not-”

“Holy fuck.”

“Please, you’re dreaming. I’m not actually-”

“Spider-Man,” you blinked a few times and scrubbed at your eyes just to make sure you weren’t dreaming. But when you looked back at your boyfriend he was still standing there, halfway between the window and bathroom, mask in hand and spandex still covering his body. He looked entirely mortified at having been caught, “Peter.”

“Honey, it’s not…I…” he hung his head and let out a long sigh, annoyed with himself for being so careless, “I’m sorry.”

“You’re Spider-Man,” it was all setting in and you weren’t quite sure how to feel; it was a wild mixture of excitement and annoyance and worry and love - everything all at once, “I…you never told me. We’ve been together for almost three years.”

“I know, sweetheart…it was just better than way,” he tossed the mask onto the couch and took a few steps closer to you. You tensed up and shook your head, “I just wanted to keep you safe. That’s all.”

“You lied to me,” you pouted at him and that was enough to break his heart. If there was anything he hated in the world, it was seeing you upset, “for years.”

“I didn’t lie,” he tried softly but you huffed at him, “purposely. You know I would never do anything to hurt you. Everything I do is to protect you.”

“I feel so stupid,” you scrubbed a hand over your tired face in exasperation. All the weird quirks and odd comings and goings seemed to make sense. It felt almost silly that you hadn’t put the pieces together before. Peter wasn’t exactly subtle, “all this time. The random bruises and cuts…the times you suddenly have to leave - your weird schedule. It seems so obvious, doesn’t it? I…Peter Parker.”

“Baby-”

“You’re trying to keep me safe but what about you?” a deep frown settle on your features and Peter shook his head, trying to keep you from going down that particular train of thought, “oh my god. Anything could happen to you! And what if…if something did happen, how would I know?”

Peter gently shushed you, his strong hands settling on your shoulders with a reassuring squeeze. You looked at him, studying his big honey brown eyes and tried to keep the tears in your own eyes from spilling over, “nothing is going to happen to me, I swear it. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

“It isn’t funny,” you sniffled as a few tears ran down your cheeks, quickly and tenderly wiped away by Peter, “I love you, you dumb bug. I don’t want anything to happen to you. I don’t want to lose you.”

“Nothing is going to happen to me,” he whispered, brushing his knuckles along your cheek, “you know why?”

“Why?” you huffed softly, reaching for his hand and bringing it to your lips so you could press a kiss to it.

“Because I have to get home to you,” he smiled softly, looking more boyish than anything. You exhaled slowly but nodded, “I’m always going to come home to you. There’s nothing I want more.”

“Promise?”

“I promise,” he agreed and you allowed yourself to relax slightly, “by the way, spiders aren’t bugs. Spiders are spiders…well arachnids but they’re a completely separate thing.”

“Fine, you big dumb spider,” you let out a small laugh before playfully rolling your eyes, “you’re just lucky you look in spandex.”

“Yeah?” he teased, turning in a circle and striking a pose, “you think?”

“Shut up,” you groaned as he laughed, “just come to bed with me. But just so you know, this conversation isn’t over.”

“I would expect nothing less, love.”

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It took some time to get used to the idea of Peter, your sweet, nerdy, wonderful boyfriend, being Spider-Man. He just never seemed capable of something like that but when you really thought about it, it all made sense. Peter was brilliant and had a kind soul; him helping people just went hand in hand with who he was.

You weren’t sure if you’d ever get over your worries that something would happen to him - just like he wanted to protect you, you wanted to protect him. That, however, didn’t negate the fact that you had numerous questions for him. You wanted to know everything you could about him well, his spider abilities rather.

You were curious, luckily Peter loved that curiosity.

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“Where do your webs come from?” you’d been wrapped up in the book you were reading but the question suddenly hit. Peter was sitting across the couch from you, doing some work on his laptop. He raised an eyebrow as he looked at you, causing your face to warm up, “I just…you have webby stuff, right? Like…where does it come from?”

“Web shooters,” he answered simply, closing his laptop with a soft laugh and giving you his full attention, “it doesn’t come out of my body, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“But spiders have it-”

“Not a spider,” he reminded you as you closed your book and tossed it on the coffee table, “human-spider hybrid. Kind of. I think that’s what you’d call it.”

“Why don’t they call you Human-Spider-Hybrid-Man?” you made a small sound of surprise as Peter reached over and gently maneuvered you onto his lap. His large hands settled on your waist as you wrapped your arms around his neck, “wouldn’t that be more accurate?”

“You’re overthinking it,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead, “I don’t make it in my body. I make it at the lab.”

“My genius Human-Spider-Hybrid,” you grinned at him and he couldn’t help but return the smile. To say he adored you was putting it lightly, “will you show me sometime? I wanna see it in action.”

He cocked his head to the side as he let go of your waist and held his arms up. You looked at him in confusion and he pulled back the sleeves of his sweater, “they’re right here.”

“Oh,” you reached for one of his arms and looked over the small band around his wrist, “oh? I always thought they were just…bracelets.”

“That’s the point,” he said as you made a small sound of revelation. You held his hand in yours and gave it a tight squeeze, “it’s really not that exciting.”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” how could he think being Spider-Man wasn’t exciting? You took his face gently in your hands as you studied the pretty boy, “you are always fascinating and exciting to me.”

“That’s because you love me,” he put his hands on top of yours and give them a squeeze, “you’re biased.”

“I do love you - very much,” you agreed, “but I’d still think the same regardless, Peter Parker.”

He paused before nodding slightly, “I love you too.”

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Peter could feel you watching him, despite your best efforts to remain subtle. It should be noted, however, that your best efforts were pitiful; you might have been openly gawking at him. He stopped what he was doing and turned to you with a small little smirk on his features, “take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“That’s your area of expertise not mine, Parker,” you weren’t going to bother denying that he’d caught you. You walked over to the kitchen and hopped onto the counter, swinging your legs back and forth as you watched him finish putting away the dishes, “but you make a pretty picture.”

“And yet still not nearly as beautiful as you,” he put the last mug into the cabinet before turning on his heel and pressing a kiss to your cheek, “why were you watching me like a creepo, huh?”

“I wasn’t watching you! Not like a creepo,” your cheeks warmed up as you gnawed on the inside of your cheek, “I was just…admiring.”

“Uh huh,” he teased, settling his arms on the counter and caging you in, “ admiring. You’re cute. Now tell me what you’re really thinking about.”

“It’s stupid,” you offered him a sheepish smile but Peter just tutted at you before nudging his nose against yours, “promise not to laugh?”

“I promise,” he whispered sweetly, “you know you can tell me anything.”

“It’s a question,” you paused for a moment, “are you like super, super strong? ‘Cause aren’t spiders like proportionally strong?”

Peter leaned back and laughed softly, causing you to gently shove his shoulder. Not that it would matter - he was basically unmoveable. He grabbed your hand and laced his fingers through yours before you could say anything, “sorry, sorry! I didn’t mean to laugh - I’m a horrible, terrible liar. It’s just…you’re precious.”

“Shut up,” you couldn’t deny that inside you were beaming from his praise, “I am not precious! Just curious.”

“I’m pretty strong,” he explained softly as you nodded, “maybe not the strongest being in the galaxy but its up there. I can show you sometime.”

“That’s why you can move things so easily,” it made sense now, why he never seemed to have an issue with moving the furniture or carrying in all the groceries at once, “wow. You’re amazing. The Amazing Spider-Man.”

“Not amazing,” he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you off the counter, easily and effortlessly holding you. You wrapped your legs around his waist and looped your arms around his neck, “just basically a mutant freak.”

“You’re my mutant freak,” you buried your face in his chest, but not before pressing a kiss to his neck, “that I love, very much.”

“The mutant freak loves you very much too,” you could feel the laughter rumble in his chest as you allowed yourself to melt into him, “curious girl.”

“Can’t blame me,” he could feel you grinning against his skin, “not everyday you find out boyfriend is Spider-Man.”

“True,” he agreed, “I’d be pretty shocked if I found out my boyfriend was Spider-Man.”

“Peter!” this time you were laughing too as he started to walk you both down the hall towards the bedroom, “where are we going?”

“Bedroom,” he rasped, “I can show you how strong I am.”

“Oh,” you felt your entire body warm up, “yes please.”

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It was late at night, but you weren't feeling too tired just yet. You were in bed, staring at the ceiling and deep in thought as Peter laid next to you reading. You liked listening to him make some small sounds as he read and the sounds of the pages turning.

“I'm not a mind reader but you're thinking much too loudly,” Peter stole a quick glance at you, causing you to scoff loudly as you rolled onto your side so your back was to him, “honey.”

“Mind your business, Parker,” you burrowed further into your pillow, “I was just staring at the ceiling.”

“Hmm,” he mused softly, “what's your silly question of the day?”

“Excuse- first of all, my questions aren't silly,” you sat up right and crossed your arms over your chest, “and secondly, you're Spider-Man! I have a million questions. Don't be a jerk.”

“I am not,” he insisted through a few giggles as you smacked him with a pillow. You knew that you'd never hurt him which just made the situation all that much more ridiculous, “I love your curiosity. I love all the little things that cross your mind.”

“Now you're just pitying me,” Peter rolled his eyes as he pulled in between his legs so the the two of you were facing one another. He put his large hands on your calves and gave them a gentle squeeze, “Pete.”

“I love you, you know?” He asked softly as you nodded. If there was anything you knew in the world it was that Peter Parker adored you to no end. But then, you loved him just ask much, “you never gotta worry about asking me anything. So come on baby, tell me.”

“Fine. Fine,” you groaned softly before mumbling your question to him, “can you like stick to walls and stuff?”

You'd said it so quickly and fast that Peter hadn't caught what you were saying, “pardon?”

“Ugh,” you huffed, “do you have the ability to crawl on the walls and ceiling like real spiders? Or is something your weird mutant DNA didn't get.”

Peter tried his best not to laugh but he could barely stop the corners of his mouth from quirking up, “yeah, babe, that is something I can do.”

“Whoa,” you watched as Peter stuck his hand to the wall and showed you how it stuck, “that's so cool. Kinda gross but cool.”

“It's definitely gotten me out of a few scrapes before,” he admitted, “I'll take you for a ceiling walk some time.”

Your face lit up with pure excitement before your brows furrowed in confusion, “will our kids have your spidey thingies? What did you call it the other day? Spidey senses?”

Peter had stopped processing anything you were saying as soon as he’d heard our kids. It had stocked something deep within him. He only came back to reality when he felt you tickling his side, “our kids? What do you mean our kids?”

“Oh,” your cheeks warmed up as you bit your lips and shrugged lightly, “I dunno, I just think about it sometimes. You know, one day we’ll have kids. We’ve always talked about that. Unless…you changed your mind?”

“No!” he said much too quickly as a small smile tugged up the corners of your mouth, “I haven’t changed my mind. I-I want kids. With you. Only you.”

“Good,” you relaxed slightly as Peter’s entire face turned bright red, “so what do you think? Will they be part mutant spiders?”

“I don’t know exactly how that works,” he whispered as he pulled you closer to him, “maybe it would be inherited or not. I’m not a geneticist.”

“No,” you shook your head as you took his hand in your face, “just a biophysicist and biochemist. Hardly anything to brag about.”

“I’m basically a professional clown,” he grinned as you traced your fingers along the contours over his face. He was so pretty and you loved getting to have him just like this, gentle and quiet and all yours. He took one of your hands in his and brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, “luckily I’ve got you.”

“I’ve got you too, Peter Parker,” you pulled him into a tight hug; if he had been a normal person you might have crushed him a little too much. Luckily, he was able to withstand your embrace and tenderly hugged you right back, “my Spider-Man.”

“All yours,” he agreed easily, “all yours.”

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It was spring now, and the nights were gentle and warm, finally not filled with rain as they seemed to have been the entire winter. You were leaning out the window and taking in the sights and sounds of the New York evening.

You heard the door to the apartment open, followed by Peter’s familiar footsteps. Before you could turn around to greet him, you felt his arms wrap around your waist as he pulled you into his chest and pressed a kiss to the side of your head. You sighed softly as you pressed your body into him, “hello my love.”

“Hi sweetheart,” he whispered into your ear, “what are you doing hanging out the window?”

“Just admiring the city,” you turned around so you were facing him, “and now I’m admiring you. I’ve got another question for you, my spider.”

“Which is?”

“Will you take me swinging?” you asked softly, a nervous little expression on your face. Peter’s face grew into a large smile as he nodded eagerly. He’d imagined what it would be like with you loads of times before. He never thought he’d get to make it an actual reality, “but promise you won’t drop me?”

“I swear I won’t let anything happen to you,” he promised, “and I promise you’ll have fun. Whenever you’re ready, just say the-”

“I’m ready,” you said excitedly as Peter laughed softly, “can we go now?”

“Yes,” he kissed your cheeks, “let me go and change. Then we’ll go swinging.”

“You’re the best, Parker,” you grinned at him, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” he looked at you with soft heart eyes, “my spider girl.”

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