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asterias-record-shop · 10 months

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Hello! For the bingo thing could you please do maid!reader with Andrew Garfield/Peter Parker with prompt # 5 or 9 where reader makes a mistake and she gets punished! Please and thank you !! I also love your writing!

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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Billionaire! TASM! Peter Parker x Fem! Maid! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, angst, smut

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 4.0K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - As soon as Peter graduated college with his degree, he was gone. No one appreciated him enough, so he was going to show them — all of them. After making billions with everything he made and keeping his alter ego a secret, the only thing he’s missing is someone to share his life with, but you quickly fill that whenever you come in applying for his maid job.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - cursing & foul language || no romantic relationships with Gwen but she still died || Peter has an alcohol problem || my poor baby is lonely :( || but you fix that!! || lots of timeskips || kind of fast acting relationship? || kinda mixed universes in a way? Gwen died but Peter is still friends with Harry, idk he needs friends don’t question it || you do like to cook and clean sorry comes with the job || peter’s spidey-senses pick up on your ovulating || Peter gets drunk and does stupid shit || I got carried away I’m so sorry- || smut, unprotected sex, multiple rounds, cumming, this was definitely more plot based ||

Peter didn’t understand why he needed a maid per Harry’s request until he came home after a two week business trip in Milan. It made sense when he saw all the dust buildup on things he barely touched, the fact that his house wasn’t actually a home made it different.

His house hadn’t been a home since he moved in, but he might as well take care of the multimillion dollar home.

From there, he started interviews. At first, it was just him and dozens of women who were either too fan-crazy for the billionaire or too bland.

That was when Harry stepped in, joining in on the interviews as Peter tried to sleep. He was really fucking tired after a night full of hero things, Harrison being his little voice in the suit making sure he didn’t fall asleep on the Statue of Liberty.

It wasn’t until he heard your voice that he was wide awake, watching as you sat down in the chair in front of his mahogany desk of his study.

His study made him feel extremely rich.

“It’s Y/N, right?” Harrison asked, his cheeks already tinted pink as you nodded.

“Yes! Yes, it is. Uhm, it’s nice to meet you-”

“Harrison,” he offered his hand, your smile slightly faltering before you took it. “Harrison Osborne. Friends call me Harry.”

“Well uhm… isn’t this for a position for mister uhm…” you look down at your resume where you had the name at the top. “Mr. Peter Parker.”

You were the first one to actually notice that, or at least voice it out.

“That’s right,” Peter spoke up, leaning forward to look at you. “That’s me, you can just call me Peter.”

“Oh, it’s nice to meet you!” Your smile was back immediately, a giggle falling from your lips as you took your hand from Harry’s and pushed it forward to offer it to him. “My name is Y/N L/N, I’m here to apply for your cooking and cleaning job.”

“His maid job,” Harrison corrected you as Peter firmly shook your hand, your face twisting. “I mean, you would be his maid. It’s a live-in position, but you would cook, clean, wash his clothes, what else do maids do?”

“I-I’m aware I would also be doing those things,” you say quickly, swallowing. “I’m not sure if that was clear.”

“It was,” Peter smiled at you. “Why do you want this job?”

“Well, I was a personal chef for two years, and then I filled in maid positions for people who were elderly that couldn’t do it themselves. I enjoyed it because I like to clean and cook for people.” You say, smiling at Peter who quickly found himself smiling back at you.

There was something about you he just liked.

“When can you start?”

You pause, gaping. “I-I… are you sure you don’t want to see my résumé? O-Or-”

“Were you lying about something?”

Your face scrunches, but you shake your head. “No, of course not! I just-”

“Well, if you want the job, it’s yours,” Peter interrupted, smiling. “So, you can have your stuff moved in tomorrow and can start the day after. Sounds good?”

He watched as you paused, picking at the edge of the manilla folder before nodding. “Sounds great, Mr. Parker.”

You have gotten perfectly settled over the past few months. You memorized every inch of Peter’s house, making sure everything was clean when he was gone and even cleaner when he was here.

Peter didn’t really eat at home much though, but you weren’t going to let your culinary degree go to waste.

So, for breakfast, you decided on making him some classic chicken and waffles with a cup of coffee and some fruit. You knew he was used to eating out for quite literally every meal, but you thought it would be better for him to eat from home more often, even if his body showed no proof of his bad eating habits.

“Y/N? What are you doing?” Peter had just gotten done with his morning workout, the savory smell of fried chicken and the sweet pancakes making him smile. “Wow. It smells so good.”

“Oh, I’m so glad you think so!” His words make you giggle, but you tried to hide your blush as he walked toward you, his body shining with sweat and the small curls of hair leading down the v of his abdomen catching your eye before you look away. “I just thought you could eat something from home because you always get something delivered. You need to give my cooking skills a chance, Mr. Parker.”

“I’ve told you before to call me Peter,” he was close, taking another whiff until he noticed that the pancakes wasn’t the only thing that smelled sweet. “Y/N, you smell very nice. Really nice.”

You paused, gulping. You hadn’t put any heavy perfume on, just a light body mist and some deodorant. “Th-Thank you, Peter.”

He smiled when you said his name, humming softly as he came closer behind you, watching as you slowly moved around the chicken in the oil. “Please be careful. Don’t burn yourself, I’m going to jump in the shower real quick and I’ll be back. Will you eat breakfast with me?”

His words make you freeze, swallowing. “Y-You want me to eat with you?”

He tucked his face into your neck, taking another slight sniff to smell the sweet scent absolutely flooding off of your form, a soft gasp coming from your mouth making him pull away. “I’m so sorry Y/N, you just… you smell really nice, but it’s not like perfume. I-I’ll be right back.”

Peter quickly left you in the kitchen, your mind slightly hazy until you could smell the slight toastiness of the chicken, quickly taking it out and letting it settle on some paper towels as you finished cutting the fruit and cooking the waffles. You finished cleaning up and setting everything to the side, preparing both of your plates and setting it on the table as you waited for Peter.

Peter on the other hand was slamming his head on the wall of his shower. Did he really fucking sniff you?!

You probably thought he was so fucking weird, sniffing you and saying you smelled sweet. Oh but just that thought made a spark run down his back, his cock hardening. Maybe it was his spidey-senses kicking in where he smelled what was coming from you, but it was naturally sweet and making his mind hazy.

He couldn’t jack off, not when you were supposed to clean his room, restroom, and study today. So with a quick push of the touchscreen in the shower turning it to cold, his cock was quick to soften as he forced himself to think about something other than you.

It wasn’t long until he finished his shower, inhaling as he got dressed and went back downstairs, watching as you bent over the table and set down the plates. For fucks sake, he had just gotten his cock soft and there you were making him hard again.

“Oh, hey Peter,” you quickly saw him, smiling. “Breakfast’s ready, are you hungry?”

“Yeah, I am,” Peter smiled as he walked over, fixing his shirt. “You need help?”

“No, but if you want to grab your coffee from the counter, I made it just how you like it.” You smiled widely at him as you put down some silverware, Peter nodding as he grabbed his mug and your reusable cup that was filled with an iced coffee.

He sets it down where you were going to sit, pressing a soft touch to the small of your back as he smiled over your shoulder. “It looks so good, Y/N, thank you.”

You shrug, smiling back. “Just doing my job, Peter. Can I get you anything else?”

He shook his head, pulling out the chair for you. “Sit down for me, Y/N.”

You do, sitting down as he pushes in your chair with a giggle. “Oh, you’re so sweet, Peter, thank you.”

“No, thank you, Y/N.” He smiled as he started to eat, both of you munching on the food you cooked in silence before you cleared your throat.

“I was going to clean your room, restroom, study, and do laundry. Is there anything else you want me to do?”

Peter paused, looking down at his watch to see the date. “Uhm… do you mind doing the study another day, please? I’ll probably be in there the rest of the day.”

You nodded, sending him a slight smile. “Whatever you say, Peter.”

You both finished up eating fairly quickly, Peter thanking you for the food and walking to his study after putting his dishes in the sink and giving them a quick rinse. It makes you smile, thankful he didn’t leave all the sticky syrup on it as you washed the dishes, quickly going through everything you had to do throughout the day.

After making yourself lunch around 12:30, you made Peter a plate and went up to his study, knocking softly though you spoke loudly to ensure he heard you. “Peter? Peter, I made us some lunch, are you hungry?”

You could hear his voice, but it was weird, too soft and maybe even slightly slurred.

“I’m coming in!” You set the plate down on the floor along with the drink you gave him, walking in and gasping at the sight in front of you.

Peter looked a mess, the suit that he must’ve changed into absolutely horribly messy, his tie loose around his neck as he ran his fingers through his messy hair. “Oh… Y/N, you’re here,” his voice slurred as he smiled at you, four empty crystal bottles of liquor on his desk as he laughed. “You want some-” he hiccuped. “-you want a drink?”

“Peter, it’s barely noon.”

“I’m embracing-” he hiccuped again, laughing. “-my Britishness.”

“You’re not British, Peter,” you walked over, going around his desk to start collecting the bottles of liquor, wondering why he hadn’t passed out yet. “Come on, you need to get in the shower and-”

His arms wrapping around your waist makes you gasp, his face pressing into your side as he takes a deep inhale. “Fuck, Y/N, you smell so good. Don’t know what it is about you, you smell so good and look so pretty all the time, can never stop thinking about you.” He burped softly, chuckling. “Excuse me.”

You inhale deeply, trying to make sure you didn’t do anything rash as his fingers play with the hem of your shirt. “Peter, please let go of me.”

He inhaled, closing his eyes as he softly kissed against your back. “So, so fucking pretty. Can’t stop thinking about how you’d look-”

You were quick to try and push off his hands, his arms tightening as he let out a noise that basically sounded like a whine. “Peter, let go!”

“No, don’t leave,” Peter whispered, voice breaking as his fingers softly trail along the skin he exposed. “Please don’t leave.”

“Peter, let me go, now.” You whisper, straightening when you hear Harry’s voice.

“Y/N? Y/N, where are you? Peter? Peter!”

“Harrison!” You yelled out, pushing on Peter’s hands as you inhaled sharply. “Harrison, in the study!”

“Y/N?!” Harry’s voice was filled with concern as he rushed up the stairs, Peter’s hands freezing as he glared at the open door.

“Why is that fucking bastard here?” He basically growled, pulling you closer as he shot a web to close the door just as Harry got to it. “Not gonna let him take you from me like his dad took Gwen, I’m not gonna lose you.”

“Harry, get the door open!” You yelled, quickly pushing Peter’s hands off now that he was distracted, the only thing you could think about was getting away from Peter, especially his hands.

You didn’t blame him, not whenever he was drunk off his ass, but whatever he was doing must’ve been what he had been wanting to do, and that wasn’t right. It wasn’t going to happen when he was drunk and you were sober and he didn’t know the meaning of no.

“Wait, Y/N!” Peter’s voice was hoarse now that he was yelling, another web attaching you to the wall right next to the door. “You can’t leave, you can’t. You can’t leave me, can’t you see that I need you?”

You couldn’t focus on Peter and his watering eyes, his hands finding your hips as he pressed his face into your neck, taking another deep inhale – not when Harrison was yelling to get a ‘damn jackhammer or some shit!’ as you softly pressed your hands against Peter’s chest. “Peter please… please, stop.”

“I-I’m just… I’m just trying to keep you safe, can’t you see that?” He whispered, slowly taking the webbing off of your wrists. “I can’t keep you safe if you go running toward the danger.”

“Peter, Harry isn’t the danger-”

“I’m not going to let him take you from me like his father killed Gwen.” Peter’s voice was stern as he leaned forward, stroking your hair softly. “I’m not letting anything take you from me.”

You gasped when the door opened abruptly, Harry jumping onto Peter’s back and yelling at you. “Y/N, get out!”

You certainly didn’t have to be told twice, running out as Harry pushed a syringe into Peter’s neck, his fighting instinct being laggy because of the alcohol as it hadn’t worn off yet. You didn’t miss his scream as you ran into your room, closing and locking the door as you opened your closet, quickly grabbing your bag.

You had enough saved up to book a hotel room for almost three months – not a janky motel room, but a good, expensive one – besides, you would definitely need it after this. Shoving your clothes inside the bag and some necessities, you jumped when someone knocked on the door.

“Y/N! Y/N, it’s me!” Harry announced, sighing softly. “Peter’s… Peter is sobering up. Can I come in?”

“No! I don’t want to see you!” You yelled, shaking your head. “Go away!”

“Y/N, let me in, please.” Harry sighed, shaking his head. “I’ll answer any question you want, I swear… where are you going to go? You signed a three-year contract, Y/N, you can’t back out on it.”

“I’ll pay the got damn-”

“Five million?”

You pause, sighing. Curse rich people.

Slowly, you moved to the door and opened it. “Who’s Gwen?”

Harry walked in, sitting on your bed, explaining everything to you. “Gwen was a friend of Peters. She was in love with him, but he didn’t reciprocate the feelings, though he still stuck close by her because she knew his identity and wanted to keep her safe. My dad… my dad killed her. He was a villain, and he almost killed Peter.”

“So why is he still friends with you?” You whispered, confused.

“I still ask myself that question,” Harry shrugged, looking over at you. “Y/N, you don’t understand how in love he is with you.”

“I don’t care,” It was a lie and you knew it, but you wouldn’t be with someone who drowned his sorrows in alcohol. “I want to leave. Harrison, please… please, help me. Help me, I-I’ll pay you back, I swear.”

“I can’t do that Y/N,” Harrison whispers, shaking his head as you reach for his hand. “Y/N, please-”

“Will he remember what he did?”

Harrison nods.

“I’ll stay only if he gets help. No other way.”

Peter did get help, lots of it. Therapy, both mental and for his slight dependence on alcohol.

You had been with him a little over a year, still unable to do anything even slightly romantic with him, including eating breakfast. You would go to the in home gym that he had every night like clock work, interrupting his nightly work out after dinner to see what he wanted for breakfast in the morning, but tonight it was different.

You walked into the gym, confused when you didn’t see him before you saw the lights on outside in the pool. The sight of him lounging in the hot tub smoking a cigar made your chest tighten as you walked out, notepad and pen in hand as you tilted your head.

“Peter, what are you doing?”

“Smoking, Y/N, I’m smoking.” His voice was strained, frustrated as his mouth twitched before he took another long drag. “I’m not drinking.”

“You’ve been sober for months, Peter.”

He scoffed, shaking his head as he took another deep inhale. “Being sober and not having the urge to smoke are two different things, Y/N.”

You shake your head, sighing. “Oh Peter-”

“I’ll let you out of the contract,” Peter finally said, leaning his head back as you straightened and he let out a large plume of smoke. “There’s no point in you being here. Not anymore.”

“You’re sober now,” your voice comes out soft and hushed, Peter staring as you shake your head. “You wouldn’t do that again.”

Peter laughed cruelly, shaking his head. “You’re so fucking dense.”

Your face pinched as you glared at him. “Don’t call me that.”

“I don’t want you as my maid, Y/N,” Peter said, exhaling the smoke before inhaling it through his nose and letting it back out again. “I want you in a way that no boss should want their employee.”

For fucks sake, could he be any hotter?

“Put it out.”

“Or what?”

“Put it out,” you repeat, setting down your pen and notebook and slipping your phone from your back pocket, already unbuttoning your shirt. “And I’ll get in with you.”

Peter pauses, shaking his head. “No… no, you can’t, not if you don’t want to.”

“I want to,” you respond, already unbuttoning your shirt. “Put it out.”

His eyes darkened as they scanned your form, watching as you finished unbuttoning your shirt and slipped it off as he pressed the end of the cigar into the concrete, staring at your body that started to show more and more skin. You were more beautiful than he could ever imagine, your panties a see through with chiffon and soft pieces of fabric in shapes of butterflies and flowers, a soft coral color that didn’t match your black lace push up bra.

He swallowed as you slowly stepped into the hot tub, the jets getting water higher on your body as you slowly walked in front of him, the bottom of the pool slightly rough until his hands slipped into the water. “Can I… can I touch you?”

“Mhm,” you whispered, tilting your head back as his hands held your waist, pulling you between his legs. You gasped when you felt the prominent bulge between his legs, tilting your head back as he ducked his face into your neck. His breath was hot, hands palming at your hips as you exhaled heavily, holding his face and pulling him closer. “I never said you could kiss me, Peter.”

He cursed softly as you pulled away, looking down at the water and swallowing when you saw no fabric covering his thighs, his whole body completely nude as his hands trail over your waist. “I have a new role for you, darling. If you’re up to it.”

Your new role came with a new outfit and a new contract, extra pay of course. In a way, your relationship with Peter was official, and the money you made was just something you could have for yourself. Peter would have gladly given you more if you wanted it.

Besides, being a topless maid for your boyfriend wasn’t the worst thing in the world.

“You missed a spot, baby,” Peter whispered, coming behind you and rubbing your hips firmly as he pressed soft kisses to your neck. “A big one.”

“I-I was getting to it, Peter,” he whispered, cursing as his hands pushed between your thighs and teasing your wet cunt with his fingers. “P-Peter, I’m not done-”

“You can finish it later, darling,” his fingers easily slid into you from last night's endeavors, his tongue sliding down the side of your neck as he pushed you forward to press your chest against the marble countertop. “I’ll fuck you so good, baby, so good. After this, I’ll hire another maid to takeover your position and you’ll be coming with me on every fucking business trip and I’ll fuck you every damn day.”

“F-Fuck, Peter!” You gasped as he slid inside of you easily, holding your hips as he groaned loudly. This wasn’t the first time you both had fucked today, but out in the open, the cold bite of the kitchen air making you groan loudly. “F-Fuck, fuck fuck fuck!”

Maybe this was where his spider senses came in. He knew whatever you were feeling, your stomach twisting as you neared probably your fourth orgasm of the day, all of them thankfully spread out and not causing overstimulation to settle into your body. You could feel the tightness, though, the tightness in your stomach and your nails scratching against the counter.

You were thankful you had just cleaned them, thankful for the fact that the odd feeling didn’t spark coming up your fingers. Even then though, your body was weak, immediately giving out under the force of his thrusts as you groaned against the counter, the smell of lemons making your mouth water. It made you thankful that you used all natural cleaners and no chemicals.

His hand pushed between your cunt and the edge of the counter, his fingers rubbing firmly against your clit as you rutted your hips into his touch. You gasped against the cold marble as his strong fingers rolled your hips into his touch, eyes rolling back.

You could barely think, mind hazy as he roughly thrusted against your ass, his mouth hot as he kissed against your back, the coldness of the marble firmly pressed against your nipples making them harden as he pushed another hand into your dress. “Come on baby, come on. You’re going to cum already? You’re drooling all over the fucking counter, fucking hell darling… getting my counter all dirty.”

“I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” You gasped, screaming out as his fingers squeeze your clit, tipping you over the edge perfectly as you came.

You gasped as he twisted you around, the pool of your drool got into your hair, his hands quickly ripping open your uniform as you panted. “You think I’m done? I want to keep going baby, please, please.”

You nodded, panting. “Y-You can… you can, please.”

Peter smiled. “I’m not going to let you regret that, baby. Ever.”

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softtdaisy · 2 years

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Hi! Loooovvveee your Andrew Garfield work!! I was wondering if your hc request is still open, you would like to do something with him and actress reader. They've been hanging out a lot and Andrew tries to confess to her multiple times but they keep getting interrupted and shes kinda clueless bc she doesnt think he would like her like that maybe cause shes a younger than him...

Thank you this is adorable 💛 you’re my last headcanon for the event 👀

To say that Andrew has a crush on you would be an understatement

You knew each other from a project you did years ago and always stayed close but it wasn’t until the past months that Andrew realised he felt more than friendship from you

Something you kinda felt too, but Andrew was Andrew and you never he would be interested in you specially considering you were younger than him

So no matter how hard Andrew tried to tell you, you didn’t seem to understand he was more than interested

The first time was after a gala night you went to together. You looked absolutely gorgeous and he kept telling you, making sure you felt comfortable and confident. “I’m such a lucky guy to be your partner tonight. I hope I get to be for the rest of my life.” You frowned, wondering what he meant. But you never knew since an old costar popped up out of nowhere and Andrew never talked about it again

Another time was when you were sick. Being away from your family, the only person that can to take care of you was Andrew. “You don’t have to do this” you said that night after he spend the whole day with you at bed “I could do this everyday for you” he whispered, kissing your forehead before you fell asleep, leaving him alone with his thoughts

Andrew also tried one day when you went to a kinds of date in the park for your day off. You looked like a couple, you laying on Andrew’s lap while he was reading you a book. It was intimate and sweet. “I have something to tell you” he said, leaning to your face. But once again, Andrew didn’t get the chance. Fans appeared in front of you and asked for pictures. Once they were gone, Andrew pretended to forget what he wanted to say.

“Did you see the comments online? People think we are dating” you said to Andrew a few days later. Pictures from you in the park came out and people were going crazy over it on social media. You had to say you looked cute. You wished it was real. But not as much as Andrew wished it was.

“Would it be a bad thing?” He asked, coming closer to you. You asked him what he meant. And Andrew best answer was to give you the sweetest kiss of your life. His hands were holding your face and you loved how sweet his lips tasted on yours.

You wished this never stop but then Andrew parted away and whispered “is this clear enough this time?” And it was your turn to kiss him, to answer his question

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littleoldpessimistme · 1 year

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So, it’s been a hot minute.

Today I wanna rant a bit about sexuality, because that’s what’s been on my mind in the last couple days. (Warning: long post)

(Also, there’s a bit about a bad relationship I had, nothing graphic, and I wouldn’t call it abusive, just some misunderstandings and hurt feelings, but let me know if I should put a tw.)

Let me just start this whole thing by saying that growing up I believed myself to be straight (I feel like it’s also worth mentioning that I come from a historically very homophobic country, I was like 13 when I first realized that queer people actually exist). I don’t remember having any crushes in my early childhood like how people say that they had crushes on cartoon characters, but by the age of 12 I discovered fandoms and I started becoming obsessed with certain actors and singers.

I don’t know if this is embarrassing or not, but I can’t say that I grew out of my celebrity obsession phase until around my late teen years. As time went on my classmates and my friends kept getting into relationships and for the life of me I could not understand why you’d wanna date our classmate Gary when he’s not Andrew Garfield. I kind of felt like an alien sometimes and not in a fun way. Looking back I do think I was a bit overdramatic (as teenagers usually are), but I did feel very isolated and I kept thinking that something was fundamentally wrong with me cause I did not like the things my peers did.

(I did occassionally have some fleeting crushes on boys from my school, mostly on friends but those usually passed in like a week)

I remember one time (around the age of 17) I was talking to a girl from my school and the topic somehow came up and I told her that I’ve never been in love with a real person, only fictional characters or actors 20 years older than me and she kind of jokingly called me childish. Although now I realize that she most likely wasn’t trying to be mean I remember feeling really embarrassed and hurt.

Ironically a few months after this conversation one of my (at the time) best friends confessed to me and I felt like I kinda had some feelings for him as well, so we started dating. The first few months of the relationship were really nice we spent a lot of time together and I was genuinely sad when we were apart. I did feel like I was in love with him.

A few things however became apparent early on in the relationship. One of which was the simple fact that I did not want to have sex with him. We were both virgins and when I told him I’m not sure I’m ready, he said that he totally understands and he won’t force me to do anything I don’t want to do. After like 6 months we started having more and more problems. I remember one time we were having a conversation about sex, mainly that he really wanted it. I know now that it’s partly my fault for not communicating my own feelings clearly but in my defense I didn’t really understand them myself. I just knew that the thought of sex made me very uneasy and I couldn’t really imagine myself in that situation.

One thing I could articulate was the fear of getting pregnant (which was a genuine fear of mine, but deep down I knew it was only one aspect of the whole thing) and that’s what I told him. This turned out to be a mistake because he started coming up with reasons as to why my fear was irrational and listing contraceptive methods (as if I didn’t know that condoms existed). I started crying because I couldn’t handle the amount of pressure I suddenly found myself under which made him upset and he started saying things like he thought that we could talk about stuff like this and this made me feel even worse, like I was letting him down.

Obviously I don’t want to blame him and he had his own mental health struggles. I remember he used to tell me that I was the only person in the entire world who loved him and the only happiness he ever felt was when he was with me, when we were apart he was so depressed that he couldn’t function at all. I guess he thought that this would sound romantic but it just deeply scared me.

After a year of dating I eventually broke up with him, mostly because I felt inadequate at helping him overcome his depression and ptsd and spending time with him started feeling like a chore rather than a thing that I actually enjoyed doing. While we were in the process of breaking up he told me that he regrets never sleeping with me because the hormones released during sex help build a connection and I remember feeling really weirded out about that. The whole thing was especially hard on my part because I felt like falling out of love was my fault and obviously he was upset to the point where he literally quoted Green Day’s song “Nice guys finish last” on me which to this day makes me cringe.

I hate to admit this but I still feel kind of guilty about breaking up with him when I think about it, but I felt that it would be cruel to keep him in the dark and pretend that everything was alright when in reality I didn’t love him anymore.

Another interesting thing is that I had my first kiss with him and to this day he’s the only person I ever kissed. I am aware that this kind of makes my judgement questionable, because I don’t have anything to compare it to, so he could just be a bad kisser but I kind of hated kissing him. I rarely initiated making out because whenever we did I felt weird. Sometimes I could tolerate it, but mostly it just felt kind of gross and it didn’t really do anything for me. I know that he noticed this, along with the fact that I never let him kiss me in public, or in front of our friends and he told me once that it bothered him that I “never acted like his girlfriend” in public. I kind of knew that this was unusal but I really couldn’t help it, I felt like I’d rather die than engage in any form of PDA because the thought just made me incredibly uncomfortable, but I knew that this wasn’t because of him, just the general idea of others seeing me like that bothered me.

And this is how we get to the sexuality part. It’s been almost 2 years since we broke up and in the last year I’ve been kind of connecting some dots and I read a lot about different identities and other people’s experiences. I still kind of say that I’m questioning, but I find that I resonate a lot with ace folks’ stories and came to the conclusion that I might be somewhere on the asexual spectrum.

So I just started kind of accepting the fact that I may not have all the gears in the big scheme of attraction, but in the last few days I’ve been sent into a romantic attraction crisis as well. I’ve been saying to myself that it’s okay if I’m asexual, because I can still feel romantic attraction and will eventually fall in love with someone who will accept me for who I am. I’ve always been a hopeless romantic, I’ve read hoards of fanfics about my fave characters over the last like 7 years, it’s one of my favorite hobbies. But I started to realize that I don’t care much for romantic relationships in my own life.

When I think about it, I realize that I’ve always been this way. I remember my mother (oh boi I could talk about her for hours as well) telling me as a young teenager that I was too closed off, “like an ice queen” and I needed to be more approachable if I wanted boys to like me. But I don’t think I actually wanted them to like me. I only wanted to be liked by boys because I felt left out, and embarrassed that I was the only one of my friends who didn’t get a Valentine’s from a secret admirer.

One of my closest friends got engaged last summer and she’s been telling me about the wedding preparations and how she wants everything to be, and that also made me realize that I’ve never thought about what kind of wedding I’d want, not even as a child. I have two other friends who are also in committed relationships and they too talk a lot about marriage and having kids in the near future and I feel so disconnected from them.

I still meet with my old friends from high school sometimes and some of them always ask me if I have anyone I’m talking to at the moment and I always just say no, and they always look at me with pity and I don’t know how to explain to them that I’m perfectly fine this way. I’ve noticed that people seem to accept the concept of a single person longing to be in a relationship and actively putting in effort to find someone, but they simply can’t wrap their heads around the fact that someone might not want to be in a relationship at all?

Whenever I tried to explain this to people before I was always hit with “you’re too young/haven’t found the right person yet/you’ll change your mind” and these always make me question myself and feel bad about myself.

But to close this on a hopeful note I do believe that it doesn’t really matter. Right now I feel like the asexual-aromantic spectrum resonates with me and if I do turn out to be “too young to know” and I eventually “find the right one” then I’ll do that. And it’s not gonna be a big deal at all.

So yeah, that’s about it for today. If you stumbled upon this nonsense and had the brainpower to read it congrats and thank you! And if you’re aspec and want to share your experience with me, go ahead I’d love to read it! 💜 🖤 🤍 💚

Stay rad!

#asexual #asexual spectrum #aromantic #aroace #questioning #why is attraction so difficult #i just wanna read my fanfics in peace #and eat cake #queer #ranting #vent #long post #past relationship mention #internalized aphobia #am i asexual #am i aromantic #the world may never know #no bitches lol #side blog

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hangmanshoney · 11 months

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suuuper late uploading this bc I’ve had my new name for a little while now, but I figured new name, new pinned post - better late than never - so here we go!

Hi hey hello, welcome to my brain dump for a multiverse of fandoms!

*updated january 2024*

about me & this blog:

current era: glen powell (with a lil tom cruise still too)

current obsession(s): a certain bunch of fictional naval aviators (what’s new?), also apparently both real & fictional men from Texas.

current love(s) of my life: glen powell, monica barbaro & jake lockett.

current OTP’s: sereshaw/hangster, hannix, tarlos, chenford, brettsey, buddie.

OG / forever OTP’s: upstead, hawkami, rollisi, stellaride, jamko, ellick, tiva, madney, bathena, spoby.

content you may see here:

shows/movies

- chicago fire (hawkami, brettsey & stellaride trash + carver my beloved, holding up the universe)

- chicago pd (upstead trash forever & always - no matter how bad the writers are screwing them over!)

- top gun + maverick (basically my entire personality at this point, unapologetically a slut for jake seresin (cheers bestie @callsign-fangirl!) but also have a lil soft spot for mav, roo & bob!)

- 911 (buddie trash here + maddie buckley & may grant are my icons)

- 911: lonestar (tarlos are my babies & marjan is my queen)

- law & order: svu (rollisi are my babies, forever and always)

- criminal minds (still catching up but already unapologetically in love with derek morgan & spencer reid)

- bones (literally adore the jeffersonian gang & this show kinda blows my mind?)

- gilmore girls + a year in the life (jess mariano supremacy!)

- the rookie (in my chenford feels on a daily basis)

- csi vegas (my newest obsession - rapidly falling head over heels for josh folsom but also fully on the allie-josh ship train!)

- law & order: organised crime (elliot stabler’s reprisal got me hook, line & sinker and i never looked back)

- blue bloods (lil bit in love with the whole reagan clan but jamie has my heart)

- greys anatomy (merder & slexie forever and always, little grey my beloved!)

- ncis (forever in my ellick/tiva era)

- fbi

- pretty little liars

- gossip girl OG (my first tv show addiction, never gets old)

- gossip girl reboot

- succession

people

- tom holland (despite the name change he’s still my love, here for all the content I can get!)

- tom cruise (an obsession that came from nowhere & took over my life)

- glen powell (loml, my fave texas boy, my little pilot man)

- monica barbaro (my love, my angel, my queen)

- miles teller (feral for this man, pornstache n all!)

- lewis pullman (sweet lew lew my love)

- jesse lee soffer

- jake lockett (the texas men obsession continues)

- richard madden (bodyguard, rocketman, cinderella - you name it i’m here for it)

- chris evans (marvel, defending jacob, knives out - again, you name it i’m here for it)

- aaron taylor johnson (recently re-obsessed thanks to bullet train but I’ve been crushing since like 08 so I’m here for the long haul)

- sebastian stan

- andrew garfield (the first spiderman I ever loved, my first marvel crush)

- zendaya (girl crush all day every day)

- harry styles

- joe jonas

- brad simpson

- taron egerton (kingsman / rocketman mostly)

- shawn mendes

bands

- the vamps

- jonas brothers

franchises

- marvel (avengers / tasm era - spiderman / captain america / black widow mostly + all things bucky barnes)

- one chicago

- law & order

- mission: impossible

As always, like / comment / drop me a message if we have any fandoms in common, always looking to see new content on my feed & interact with new people. Feel free to reach out & I’ll give you a follow.

All the love, chloe✌️💕

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luckydiorxoxo · 8 months

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That you're hashtagging rogaine next to Evans is killing me rotfl, I'm ESL and sometimes I struggle to conceptualize my feelings in English lol but your last anon found the perfect words to describe the whole situation and the fandom. All I know by now is I don't care. I'm closer to Chris' age than most of you, therefore an old hag in his eyes, and I thought he was kinda a decent guy for Hollywood, it turns out he was nothing but a creep so what can I do about it? Nothing, except not watching his films. This narrative that there are so many unhinged fans while he's not being really harassed or stalked in real life and has security is also annoying. As to the moving on part, it's really not that difficult. There's Pedro, Sebastian Stan (always picks better gfs),Ben Barnes, Andy Garfield.... It's not like there's a shortage of hotties in rice cake's age range who have kept more or less all their hair ..

Oh you caught the reference! 🤭😂

it's not so much a narrative but real if you see the wild comments these crazy fans leave all over the place especially social media. Omg remember that cringey letter on Twitter 😖

It's not too far fetched to think that people's words turn into action. I mean look what just happened to Drew Barrymore. Either way, you're right he has security for this reason!

I love me some Andrew Garfield and Sebastian Stan right now. It's like a flashbulb came on in my mind.

Some people may never move on from their delusional thought. Some people will never be okay with what Rogaine does.that's just life.

#Chris Evans #rogaine

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mceefrankee · 1 year

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Renfield Review.

A cacophony of horror that might be too much for some audiences but just enough for die hard Dracula fans

Renfield was good, it was basically the movie kick ass with dracula elements in it. I didn't watch any trailers so I was pleasantly surprised. I wish Nic Cage came out more but when he was on screen it was fangtastic lol He was definitely the right choice for the role. He brings all the eccentric and weirdo vibes an immortal blood sucker should have. Sexy and creepy, perfect casting. It's almost a shame because he completely overshadows everyone else. Nicholas hoult did a good job carrying the film, he definitely has that everyman energy who you wouldn't expect to fuck shit up. Reminiscent of films like kick ass, and upgrade, I actually got zombieland vibes from this. Similar humor and tone. I thought he fit the role well but I think any other British dude would've worked. Andrew Garfield would've been amazing at this actually. Awkafina, I love you girl but literally anyone could have been in this role too. She is spunky, she's got moxy, she's funny but shes just fine. Not a very memorable performance which is not really her fault, I didn't walk into this expecting any Oscar winning performances. Overall the acting was adequate, you won't get bored watching any of these guys I promise. Maybe I'm being a little dramatic but that's how I felt.

I feel like if this came out right after Kick-Ass it would've enjoyed a far greater audience and more people would be into the tone it has to offer. However, today I could see why this movie is a little polarizing. Some of the writing feels outdated, like that Jennifer Lawrence film that's coming out or that hangover 3 film but with women. A lot of people are gonna like it, like myself, but I think a lot of people might walk out feeling confused about what exactly this movie was trying to be. It's funny but not haha funny, it's scary but not heart attack scary. It has a romance but it doesn't compel me. It's an action film but it doesn't compete with the monster known as John Wick which is currently dominating the box office. Again, I liked this movie but it wants to do too much at once. A longer run time might have helped that but then you risk boring the audience. It's tricky, I feel it barely held together as it is and quite frankly can't think of too many ways to change this film, aside from more Dracula.

I thought an interesting idea was Dracula as a mob boss which barley gets explored but it was cool nonetheless. Very gorey, but it fit the tone. Renfield needed more development, I would've liked to see a bit more of his back story and more of him being a pathetic freak but it was fiiiinnnne. At 1 and a half hours I would've appreciated a longer run time, I was down for 2 hours of this but I can see why it was kept short. Very snappy pacing, very light hearted, the sentimental bits just didn't land at all lol but I understand that it just didn't fit the tone. Wonderful practical effects, CGI was ok, get ready for mortal Kombat levels of violence. Pretty cool cinematography, the colors and overall aesthetic, wardrobe, OMG I was in love, this is the kinda stuff I wanna draw. Neon lighting, fashionable clothing, the creepy production design. I don't want to say this film is all style and no substance. The story works fine, the heartless dracula gets a servant, the servant grows a heart, shenanigans ensue. It's serviceable, no glaring plot holes, i barley cared for the titular character or the main cast, Dracula really steals the show and that's forgivable, I mean it's Nicholas fucking Cage lol the rest of the performances are perfectly fiinnne.

TLDR: Renfield is an enjoyable movie, really cool fight scenes, humor that borders on immature and edgy, nice aesthetic if you're into goth stuff and neon lighting. Very violent. Not a very compelling character study but it is worth experiencing all the bloody horror on a big screen. If you're looking for a Dracula movie this will scratch the itch but simultaneously make you want to seek out other vampire flicks. I was left wanting more but considering this movie is named after the servant and not the dark lord himself, I suppose I was a little at fault for not tempering my expectations.

I would say check it out while it's in theaters if you like Dracula but definitely throw it on for this Halloween when it's available at home.

I know my followers aren't used to this kinda post, but fuck it we ball.

#just thinking out loud #renfield

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joe-moi · 6 months

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I could kind of see Joseph having the same trajectory as Andrew Garfield. Like being super famous for this main stream media thing and then sort of falling off the charts in the middle but then getting back on track after a few years. Like after Spider-Man he kinda had a few hit and misses but then he did tick tick boom and then along with that came the no way home press which hyped him up even more and now he’s back in the business again all successful and everything

I could see that. But first he’s got to get over that hump of is he going to succeeded after Stranger Things? so far it’s looking good but we just have to see how these movies do. And frankly, I never thought Paul M would ever have a bomb, but his last movie that came out last month was a huge bomb. So who the hell knows how gladiator is going to go

#🛼answers #anonymous asks #jq

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jin0 · 2 years

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Peter Parker : The Equal Opportunist Who Just So Happened To Love Boobs More [TASM!Peter Parker]

Summary : Peter liked to think that he was equally obsessed with all the parts of your body you showed him. Well, turns out he might be a little bit more obsessed with your tits than the rest. And all it took to figure it out was a corset.

Pairing : TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

Warning : Minors DNI, 18+ only, titty worshipping, smut p in v, kinda fluffy sometimes, needy peter, basically filth with slight fluff if you squint, peter in itself is a warning so here.

A/N : inspired by the great @lipstickbisous who has started the andrew garfield renaissance on tumblr all on her own

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It all started with a corset. One of these Victorian inspired ones that came back on trend recently. Peter had been swinging by your neighborhood and since crime was pretty calm that night, he took a little time to observe you through your window. Except, the moment his eyes landed on you through his mask, he practically crashed in a wall. Trying to catch himself and not trip off a building while landing on the roof, he rushed to the edge, looking at you with extreme focus. He needed to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. Fuck. You were really wearing it. A fucking corset. The kinds that pushed everything up. Everything he liked (even though he genuinely liked everything about you).

Looking down, he shuffled on the roof, trying desperately to hide his swelling bulge. This was a lost battle, he was wearing a spandex suit and nothing could be hidden in that thing. Reaching down to press his groin, he cleared his throat and started thinking. He wanted to call, god he wanted to jump through your window right now. But you were so focused on your work, and he wasn’t done with patrol. Fucking hell…

He ended up choosing to ignore his problem, leaping off the building and swinging away, hopefully you hadn’t seen him. For the rest of the evening, he had to fight off criminals with your beautiful beast plastered in the back of his mind.

You’d always known Peter to be a very touchy person, at least with you. You remembered the moment he asked you to be his girlfriend officially, after revealing his identity to you. You hadn’t even had the opportunity to finish saying yes that he was already webbing you on the waist to pull you to his chest and kiss you passionately. He had taken you to his apartment and while you had waited to actually have sex, you both spent the night with each other, you seating comfortably on his lap as he kissed your lips to the point of making them completely numb. Your brain ended up being all fuzzy and your entire body was warm, as warm as he was at least and he wasn’t letting you go anytime soon so you spent the night locked in this warm cocoon formed by his arms.

Over time, and as your relationship grew, you saw him shift into this insatiable man. You’d been friends for a while before, approaching him on the first day of class so you were already fairly comfortable with each other and even then touching each other had never been something you struggled with. What you did struggle with though, was how needy he got after your first time together.

That night you would remember it forever, his hands wrapping themselves tightly around pieces of your skin and caressing you all over. He had been fucking into you for so long and with this need to feel you deeper and deeper, you couldn’t believe this was the awkward Peter you had met on the first day of class. You remember even begging for him to give you a little bot of time to gather yourself. He had responded with something that would mark you forever honestly.

“S-Sorry angel, so… So fucking sorry… But I can’t… Y-You feel so fucking good… Can’t let go… Or think straight…” He groaned in your ear, keeping you pressed on the mattress as his hips slammed against your poor pussy.

You remember cumming just from his words alone, and honestly who wouldn’t ? Like, how could you resist to him or his words at all ? It clearly was impossible, also you didn’t want to so you didn’t.

But to go back on topic, Peter was a very physical person with you. He needed to have you within reach at all times and he needed to be able to touch you constantly. He felt like he’d been starved of your presence if he couldn’t reach, ear of feel you and would get in the worst mood ever. You often spent hours sitting between his legs, your laptop on your lap, typing your essays and homework for your classes. In those moments, he would keep his head buried in the crook of your neck, kissing and nipping on your skin to pass time. The little kisses and soft touches had become a very common thing for the both of you and were now expected.

This need to be as physically close to you as possible, it came with a deep admiration for your body and the way you looked. You would catch him staring countless times, eyes fixated on the part of you he craved that day. Some days he’d pull you between his legs while he was seating down and you were standing up, to bury his face in your stomach. Some days, he’d settle between your thighs, take your pants off and rest his head on them. Some days, he’d cage you against a wall and start grab handfuls of your ass to lift you off the floor, you’d stay hanging off of him like a koala bear while his hands never left your ass.

Peter called himself an equal opportunist, he would become a drooling mess for any part of you that was presented to him. You truly had him squirming in the palm of your hand at any point when you showed even the littlest amount of skin. But there was a part of you that had him so m, so, so hard, throbbing and begging each and every time he could get a glimpse if it. Your tits.

Peter had never expected to be this weak in front of a pair of tits before. He wasn’t unaware of… the wonders of the internet and did see a few things in his life but your breast were heaven wrapped in skin. So soft and the perfect size, he couldn’t take his eyes off of them or keep his hands off of you when he could have them in his hands instead.

What you never expected, was to see that love for your body skyrocket to a point of witnessing, for the first time ever, your boyfriend being to overwhelmed to touch you.

When Peter came back from patrol, he was greeted by you, laying on his bed comfortably scrolling through your phone. He was exhausted and the vision could’ve had him pass out on the spot. He was sappy as fuck, thinking of you as absolutely perfect at all times but could you truly blame him ? You plagued his dreams when he was asleep and his thoughts when he was awake. Everything about you was pulled out of his deepest fantasies.

He ripped his mask off, throwing it to the side and grabbed his old polaroid, taking a picture of you. He would add it to his private collection, the kinds that he couldn’t take out in public with him, the kinds that he wanted to enjoy either on his own or with you, in the comfort of his bed, completely naked.

You finally noticed him, smiling wide as you opened your arms for him. He felt himself fall in love with your entire existence again in this exact moments, his hands grabbing you by the waist and lifting you up effortlessly. He sat down and placed you on his thighs and dropping his face on your bust. Taking a big breath, he let your sweet scent fill his nostrils and his brain. He wanted to rip off the shirt you were wearing, slightly disappointed to not see you in the corset from earlier, and stuff his face in your breast. God, he wanted to more than anything.

He felt all fuzzy suddenly, like he’s been given some kind of relaxing drug that just made everything so soft and feel so good. That drug was you and he would never be able to get clean, not when you were everything he needed.

Grabbing his jaw softly with both your hands, you raised his face to have him face you.

“Look at you Bug Boy… All exhausted after another night of saving the city. Want me to do something for you baby ?” You cooed, kissing him all over the face. Your lip-gloss strained his forehead, his cheek and his lips before getting lower, towards his jaw.

He was giving you this sloppy grin, looking like he was either high or asleep. God, your lips were driving him absolutely insane, reaching all the perfect spots. And the way you called him baby ? He could melt on the spot. He extended his neck, throwing his head back to allow you to kiss, suck and bite lower on his neck. He was already so hard, grinding against you, desperately looking for friction.

Suddenly, you both jumped, hearing the loud police sirens pass by and the police radio in the room started resonating. Looks like criminals felt like they needed to get their asses kicked tonight.

Groaning in annoyance, the man lifted you up and put you down on the bed. He reached for a kiss which you gladly gave, grinning against his mouth as he shot a web towards his mask to bring it into his hand without ever detaching himself from your lips. He didn’t have enough, he never had enough, he needed more, his dose of kisses for the road, like you said.

The sirens kept getting louder, practically screaming for Spiderman to come fix it. He let out a scream of annoyance, telling the universe that he was coming, he’d be there, to stop rushing him. It made you laugh loudly in the pillows, the situation getting even funnier when he started cussing out criminals for ruining his time with his girlfriend. You couldn’t breath anymore when it turned into a rant about how life seemed to have less crimes before he became Spiderman.

You sat up, waving him goodbye like the good girlfriend you were, but incapable of hiding your amusement. Shooting a web towards you, he pulled you towards him, kissing you one last time.

“Keep laughing, angel, and we’ll see who gets the last laugh when I rip orgasms out of that sweet, sweet pussy of yours as punishment. I’ll have you all silly on my cock, we’ll see who’ll be laughing the most.” He grunted, biting your lips roughly and sliding his tongue in your mouth quickly before going back to “innocent” kisses.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Lover Boy…” You purred, grabbing his jaw and pushing him away from you. You watched him swing away from you into the distance and made a mental note to show him the things you had bought earlier this week. You hoped he would like it.

You did not get to show him what you wanted for the rest of the week but it did not stop you from killing him with it. After that little sneak peak of you in a corset, he’d been unable to take his eyes off of your breasts for the following days. Every time he looked at you, obscene visions would attack him and the more he tried to refrain and push them away, they would become more and more vivid. He was slowly losing it, trying to figure out ways to approach you without coming on too strong but, fuck was it had.

He need to throw you over his shoulder and take you back to a secluded room to stuff his face in your chest was becoming terrifyingly unbearable. So much so that he was scared to touch you, incapable of choosing what he would do to you first. He would often just hug you from behind and run away when you’d turn around, the feeling if your tits pressed against his chest sending heat all through his brain and down his pants.

When he came home, you weren’t there which he thought to be great since he needed to focus on fixing his broken web shooter and doing a little studying. He was so focused, he didn’t even see or hear you (which was surprising because Peter could practically smell you when you were near, spidey business probably).

“Sup’ Bug Boy.” You greeted, sneaking up behind him and dropping a kiss on his cheek before returning to your bag.

He only had a few things left to do and they would only take a couple of seconds so he responded with a simple nod before going back on his task. You loved seeing him like this, so focused on whatever he was doing with his glasses hanging off his nose. He looked absolutely divine and you did want to do a few nasty things to him. Okay, maybe a lot.

When he finally turned towards you, he instantly froze, eyes doubling in size and his hands tightened on the wood of his desk.

You were wearing it. The fucking corset, you were wearing it. Right now. In front of him. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, absolute fuck.

His brain had stopped working the moment his eyes dropped on you, turning back on to be filled with obscene images of you in different positions for him to see and play with. You looked so breathtaking, he had stopped breathing and didn’t even notice it until he was gasping for air. He cleared his throat, adverting his gaze away from you, as if it would do something about the effects you had on him. He turned back towards you to sneak a glance, raising his glasses off slightly. Noticing his eyes on you, you grinned turning around slightly to show off your outfit.

“You like it ? Bought it from a thrift store.” You explained walking up to him and standing between his legs. The boy cleared his throat once again, avoiding your eyes at all costs, before nodding rapidly. He pushed his rolling chair a little away from you to put a few meters of distance between you both.

You tilted your head to the side, confused by his behavior. He was usually all over you by that point. Had you done something to upset him ? Did something put him in a bad mood ? You felt a little uncomfortable not knowing but you didn’t want to rush him if he wanted to keep it to him. Now, you were worried so it wouldn’t be to bad to try. You walked towards his chair and turned it to face you.

“Pete you alright ? You’ve been really weird the whole week and just now… Did I do something ?” You asked, trying to sound as calm as possible while also feeling a little anxious. You weren’t biggest fan of fights and fighting with Peter was very rare but never pretty.

If you could’ve seen the giant wave of regret that washed over him, you would probably laugh at him. He was being extra weird with you, that was true, and it didn’t make sense. You were his best friend, his girlfriend, his everything. You’d dealt with him in worst situations that that and here he was, avoiding you because he was a little obsessed with your boobs ? What the actual fuck.

The man let out a sigh of exhaustion, dropping his face on your belly. He wrapped his arms around your waist and held you tight, as tight as he could to make up for all the missed touch of the week. Burying his nose against your stomach, he inhaled your scent deeply, letting it fill his entire being and drown him in you. The whole world was silent for a moment, just you, him, and the thousands voices in his head telling him to fuck you senseless. Yeah, Peter was rarely alone in there.

Come on Pete, look at her, she’s begging for it.

Don’t you wanna suck on them entire they’re all swollen and sensitive ?

Imagine how pretty they’d look if she was bouncing on your cock right now !

You’re craving this girl like you would crave air buddy, don’t hold back.

You’ve been twitching in your pants for the past fucking week dude, throw her on the bed and rip that fucking corset off of her !

She’d look so beautiful with just the corset on and nothing to cover her except your cum all over her.

Imagine you dick stuffed nice between these two pieces of heaven wrapped in skin.

They were all so loud and he was so needy and desperate. You could probably feel how hot his head was on you right now. He felt your hands run through his hair, your nails scratching his scalp softly, and descend all the way to his nape. Your fingers felt so soft on his skin, he was shivering at how light your touch was on him. You kept caressing him until your hands ended on his jaw, holding his face to face yours.

“You wanna tell me what’s up with you or I have to assume I stink and you don’t love me anymore ?” You asked, raising and eyebrow.

He chuckled, finally showing you that bright smile of his. You noticed the red on his face and scrunched your nose, bending down to kiss the tip of his. Then began a battle of kisses, you targeting his face and him targeting your arms and covered stomach. He was getting more and more restless, losing the little bit of restraint he seemed to have earlier. Honestly he wouldn’t try and explain why he was scared to touch you, he’d just say he was a little bit overwhelmed by you in the moment. For now, all he knew was that he would enjoy everything you had to offer.

He wrapped his hands around your waist and lifted you off the floor to place you on his lap. Giving in to his desire, he grabbed you breasts tightly and stuffed his nose between both of them. You could hear him groan on your skin and feel the vibrations caused by his deep voice. What you could also feel was his bulge rub against your covered core. You could feel every, even jumping slightly when you felt it throb against you.

Looking down on his face, you were surprised to catch him staring at you, probably waiting for you to notice him. He was looking at you with these eyes that he gave you when you teased him a little too much and he’d been containing himself for a while. All the dots started connecting in your head, the link between his weird behavior and your recent purchases. You remembered seeing Spiderman’s silhouette a week ago, before Peter came home from patrol. It had been faint so you weren’t sure but now you were. He’d seen the corset already and got himself worked up.

He could practically see the gears turning in your head, lowering his head in your chest in shame.

“Don’t say a fucking thing…” He threatened, voice muffled by your warm skin.

When you burst out laughing, he started debating webbing your mouth shut but you’d probably like that and you also had every right to laugh, he’d acted so fucking weird for a week that it did end up making the reasoning behind it ridiculous.

“Oh my god ! Peter, tell me you weren’t avoiding me because of a fucking corset !” You teased, trying to pry his face off of you. Clearly displeased at your attempt to ruin his private time with your tits, he grabbed your wrists and kept them tightly held behind your back. “Oh my fucking God, Parker ! You’re unbelievable, I swear !”

“Can you not ?! It’s difficult enough for me to deal with so please, don’t make it worst for me !” He exclaimed, still not detaching himself from you. It was hard to make his words clear or his tone sound credible. At least he had tried, which was a good thing.

You kept smiling, amused at his outburst, this man truly was something. He was lucky to be this cute because otherwise you’d be very surprised and confused. Sliding your hand in his hair, you pressed him further in your bust and chuckled when he let out a groan either of pleasure or of comfort. You kept scratching his scalp softly, melting all the self control he had over himself and his actions.

When you felt his hands grip tighter on your chest and his lips started kissing your deep cleavage, you let your head fall back in pleasure. He was massaging your breast so well, you felt your entire body relax against his. His hips started moving under you, grinding his dick against you and enjoying the little sounds you’d make.

“You’re a big baby, you know that Parker ?” You muttered, closing your eyes and enjoying the things he’d do to you.

He raised his face finally to stare at you attentively. He’d always love the way your face would slowly get more and more obscene once he got his hands on you. You looked so sweet, he wanted to devour you whole. He gripped on the neckline of the corset and lowered it a little to give his mouth more skin to play with. He was greedy, needing to have your sweet taste burned on his tongue.

“Don’t push it angel, I will fuck the jokes outta you. You know I will.” He threatened, biting and sucking your flesh.

“Ah… Baby, you know… How ‘bout… Instead of ‘threatening’ me like that, you just do what you want hum ? Take me to bed and do all the things you want, I’m sure it’ll make you feel better.” You moaned, looking down on his handsome face.

“Fuck, you don’t need to tell me twice.” He exhaled, standing up abruptly and lifting you up with him.

The moment your body touches the mattress, you lose all capacities to function ln your own. Peter’s treatment of your body is so soft yet desperate, you abandon yourself completely to let him do whatever he wants to do to you. Kneeling in front of you on the bed, he parts your legs wide to position himself between them. His deep brown eyes are so intense and full of lust, you feel yourself shiver and your blood starts boiling. You can’t bear his eyes on you, not when he’s looking at you like that.

He pulls you flush against his body, and let’s his bulge hit your clothes pussy. He can feel everything, smell it even. You’re wet and aching for him, begging and throbbing for him to touch you. He would, he wants to, God, the amount if things he wants to do to you on a daily is insane. He should be put in a facility for wanting you this bad, it can’t be healthy. He knows it can’t be healthy, not when you make his blood travel around his body so fast and you make him so hot all over, he feels like he’s going through puberty all over again.

Feeling your arousal drip through your panties, he wanted to stuff his face between your legs and feast on you like it was his last meal. He could practically taste you already, just from you scent. You tasted sweet, like honey and fresh berries, so sweet he could feel the cavities form already. Fuck, he wanted to see you squirm under him, his tongue dancing between your folds and his name falling from you lips like a song made just for him.

He wanted to have a taste of you entire body, which wasn’t too different from the usual, but today he had a specific craving. One that had tickled him the entire week, teasing him so hard he could barely touch you without getting hard in public. He had been scared to have you in his arms because he knew he would very much pull you out of your class to fuck you in the bathroom until he knew your legs to be shaking for the rest of the day. He wanted you needy like he was, like you’d made him. You and your gorgeous tits.

Diving in your neck, he kissed you all over your jaw, whispering your name desperately. His hands crawled under the tight corset that hid his favorite part of you and palmed your stomach vigorously. His teeth were biting your jaw bone and sucking on it, leaving little swollen bumps behind him. Hands getting higher and higher, you pushed your hips towards his, rubbing yourself against his clothed cock. You could feel it call for you, begging to be freed and pleased.

“F-Fuck… You… You taste so good… So, so, so good… Your skin’s like a jar of fucking honey… Can’t get enough of it…” He grunted, in your ear, his long fingers grazing the lower part of your breasts.

Reaching up, your hands crawled in his soft brown hair to pull him away from your chest and crash you lips on his. You both loved kissing each other because no matter what, it always got so much more needy and desperate than what it was supposed to, just like now. Before his lips could even touch yours, his tongue was already deep in your throat, twirling in your mouth and gliding over yours.

You moaned in his mouth, begging for him to be inside you as your breath shortened until you needed to pull away to breath a little. You needed air, he didn’t, he wouldn’t stop, he couldn’t, not when you tasted so fucking good. His hands slipped out from under the tight piece of clothing and slid behind you to undo the laces that kept what he wanted locked away from him.

When it was loose enough, he pulled it down roughly, watching your breast sway in front of his nose. He was already drooling from the kiss alone but seeing the source of his fantasies for the first time in so long (again, a week), it made his mouth water.

“God, I missed you so fucking much…” He whispered, grabbing both of them in his hands and rubbing his nose against your skin.

“You talking to me or my boobs ?” You chuckled, amused at how dramatic he was.

Lifting his face off of you, he gave you this toothy grin you got every time he was either extremely tired or too horny to think rationally.

“Honestly, both… Sorry…” He apologized, feeling a little ashamed at how worked up he got. When you slid your hand back in his hair, he closed his eyes, enjoying the relaxing feeling you provided.

“Don’t mind me, Baby…” You smiled softly. “Have your fun, you deserve it for loving me that much” You smiled, pecking his nose.

Smiling back at you, his warm palm reached up to your face, cradling your cheek lovingly and moving his face towards yours. He was called, hypnotized towards so many parts of your body, your lips were always the most violent, because no matter what setting, he would never care enough to refuse them. He’d kiss you until your lips were plump and swollen, your lipgloss smeared all over his own and you were breathless.

You both were both so dizzy and drunk on each other’s scents and touches, it was practically impossible to pry you off if each other. Peter’s nose ran down the side of your neck while his hands lowered towards his pants. Opening them swiftly, he reached in his boxers to pump his shaft a little, more to relieve his throbbing cock, so hard it started to hurt. He shuffled with his legs to get rid of his pants before reaching up to your panties.

“Fuck angel… That pretty pussy’s so wet, you’ve drenched your panties love… How ‘m I supposed to resist that huh ?” He groaned, smiling at your displeased expression. You were getting restless, just like he liked it.

“Pete… Baby please… Don’t tease me…” You begged, searching for his lips with your whole face.

Seeing you struggle to contain yourself and whine for him just made him feel so much worst, he wouldn’t be sure to be able to let you go that easily for the night. You were lucky for the weekend.

Standing straight and kneeling between your thighs, he smiled wickedly at your hard and pointed nipples. He let his fingers graze them delicately, enjoying the way your body shook under his fingers. He wouldn’t make you wait any longer anymore. He needed you right now. He ripped off your underwear and let your corset drop on the floor, leaving you in your skirt and nothing else.

“’M so sorry gorgeous, I swear… I promise I’ll take good care of you tomorrow… I swear…” He muttered, kissing down on your cleavage and elevating your tits in his hands to kiss both tenderly. “So, so, so good… I’ll have you all relaxed…”

“Y-Yeah… Please Baby… T-Take care of me… Please Pete…” You whined, rolling your hips on him. He could feel every, your folds dripping wetness on your inner thighs and the feeling of his shaft pulsating against your throbbing cunt.

Suddenly, one of his arms snaked around your back while the other palmed one of your breasts, licking and biting on your nipple before hoisting you up and placing you down on his lap. His mouth still attached to you, his hands held onto your hips, massaging them as he apologized profusely for what he was about to do. You felt his fingers play with your puffy, swollen folds, making you cry and whine over him. You needed him, more and more each second. You could feel the thick, leaking tip of his cock poke you entrance and you couldn’t hold on any longer.

“P-Pete… Baby please… D-Do something… I can’t hold it…” You moaned, rolling your hips in circles over his tip and inhaling sharply when you tried to push yourself down on him.

He chuckled against your chest, kissing the valley of your breasts before going back up to your jaw and then your lips.

“God, angel… You’ll have me dead one day…” He breathed out.

His fingers parted you open, lining himself at your entrance, before you sat yourself down on his cock. The movement was unexpected and the intrusion was rough, brutal almost. You felt so full, full to the point of seeing him poke out if your belly. The tears of pleasure were threatening to come out as you felt him pulsate inside you, feeling him grow bigger and stretch you further and further.

If you weren’t so out of it yourself you would see that he wasn’t too far from the state you were in. He couldn’t even see straight, his head thrown back and his hands gripping your flesh so tight, you would feel them for days after. You were wrapped around his cock so tight and warm, velvety walls fluttering around him. He could cum just from being inside you, filling you up once and then fucking it back into you. He wanted to see you covered in his cum, your chest painted with his seed. Fuck, he would do that later, for now, he just really needed to fuck you.

Grabbing two handfuls of your ass under your skirt, he lifted you up from his girth, biting his lip hard to keep in a desperate moan, before slamming you back down on him. He repeated the motion, increasing in speed a little more each time, before he saw you lose yourself completely over him. Your eyes were crossed and already rolled to the back of your head, your poor pussy taking him greedily. You were dripping so much over him, he could vividly hear the sound of your wetness as your skin slapped against each other.

“A-Ah… Look… Look at you Angel… Looking so, so, so beautiful… Taking so much of me… C-Can’t keep anything in for you… “ He moaned, biting your neck instead of his lips.

His arms were still tight around your waist, keeping your from falling backwards as you leaned on his thighs and started meeting his thrusts. Your cunt swallowing him whole, you could feel your entire body shaking every time his bulbous tip would violently hit your cervix. You were crying out his name as you started to bounce on his thigh, taking one of your tits in hand and playing with your nipples.

If Peter could take a picture of what he was seeing right now, he would, immortalizing it in all the possible and existing formats. Here you were, crying his name while jumping on his cock and playing with those gorgeous tits of yours. The vision in itself was too much and he knew he would keep it burned in his memories forever. Loosing all capacity to form coherent phrases, he started moaning your name as if it was the only word he knew, the rest were just gibberish and rambling.

“B-Baby… Fuck, Baby… A-Angel y-you… You… Y-You gotta… Oh f-fuck… Oh God… F-Fuck… F-Feels… F-Fuck… Feels so… So good…” He moaned, drooling profusely at the vision of your tits bouncing right in front of his face.

The obscene noises of his balls slapping against your folds made it all too much for the both of you to contain yourselves. Ripping your hands off of your nipples that you kept rolling between your fingers, he held the both of them behind your back again before diving in your breast and sucking one of your nipples in his mouth while he twirled the other in his fingers. Sucking and biting on your skin, he looked up at you with hooded eyes, full of both lust and adoration. Feeling your warm skin vibrate against his face and he kept lapping his tongue on your sensitive bud, he felt like cumming instantly. He couldn’t feel how good he made you feel with his mouth on you and he wanted nothing more than to make you feel even better.

He freed your nipple, a wet plop sound following as well as a line of saliva, before rushing to the other one eagerly. You tasted so fucking good, your skin tasted like candy, he couldn’t get enough. When your fingers pushed his face closer to you, his own eyes rolled to the back of his head. Je sucked on your chest even more, biting your skin and leaving wet patches behind him, his own hips started to move even more.

“Oh…Fuck ! Peter, Baby… P-Please ! I-I need… I need more !” You cried out, feeling your pussy clenching around him.

He was so needy, palming and sucking on your skin vigorously, like he was trying to burn your taste on his tongue. Detaching his lips from you to breath finally, you tightened around him, feeling his breath on your wet nipples. His forehead rested against your bust as he tried to moan and catch his breath all at once. The vibrations of his deep voice as your name tumbled out of his lips, begging for you a little more passionately each time, sending shivers down your spine.

He grabbed your breasts, kissing all over them as he felt his end coming. His movements became a little messier, pumping himself deep in you. He needed you to cum and he needed it quick.

“B-Baby… Baby… Please, f-fuck… Cum… You gotta… You gotta cum… Please, god, fuck… Please…” He cried, kissing your skin repeatedly to calm himself. It wasn’t working clearly.

Your own hip rolls accelerated, your cunt dripping juices all over him as you felt a knot form in your belly. Both of you thrusting together against each other and not allowing the other a second of peace, you kept fucking each other roughly and desperately. Soon, you were pressing his face on your cleavage, cumming all over him while crying his name as loudly as your vocal cords allowed.

Hearing your sweet voice scream his name like that, he couldn’t keep the ropes of cum he spilled in you and making you tremble on his lap. He tried to keep you steady, feeling to sensitive to handle your fluttering walls trap him a little more inside you as he kept cumming a little more. It felt like it was going on for so long, dripping so much inside you he could feel it leak out.

He was breathing hard against your chest, his eyes lowered and he saw the point where his girth connected with your insides. He smiled lazily, seeing his creamy seed drip out of you. There was so much, he doubted you’d be able to keep it all in. Your soft hands held his jaw and raised his face towards yours.

“I guess that means that you enjoyed the corset…” You chuckled, looking exhausted but beautiful as ever. He smiled widely, puckering his lips in your direction and chuckling when you kissed him tenderly. Again, like predicted, it became more heated than it was supposed too. Your tongues folding over each other and moans slipping out of your throats.

“You have no idea how much I liked that thing…” He responded in a whisper to not disturb the calm atmosphere. “But please… For the love if everything there is…” He laid you on your back, before bending down and kissing your forehead tenderly. “Warn me before you wear one next time… I might need a little time to mentally prepare myself… Can’t have me fucking you in public because your tits are just that fucking beautiful…” He pleaded softly against your lips.

Pulling out of you, you thought he would be done but instead, he straddled you, his cock still hard and needing a little more attention. You chuckled, grazing your finger over the tip and watching him inhale sharply.

“But… I love catching you by surprise…” You whined, faking innocence. You pushed your tots together and looked up at him with doe eyes, tempting him even more. He collapsed over you, holding his body up with his forearms around your face.

“Yeah…” Breathed out the young man, trying to contain his smile. “Well, hope you enjoyed the surprise Angel…” Straightening his back, he started pumping his shaft over your breasts. “Because I’m not anywhere near done with you… I’ve got a lot of things I wanna do to you right now… Let’s see in how many ways I can fuck you and how many pictures I can take…”

You were in for a long night. Still, you made a mental note to catch him by surprise with more corsets in the future, you weren’t going to waste that new trick you discovered.

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meshlasolus · 2 years

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Who Are You Really (2)

Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker x Reader

A/n: okay... I saw it. It was amazing. I CRIED (that scene with Mj and Spiderman 3??? Devastating. Completely wrecked me) anyways enjoy this i wrote it on an empty stomach so yeah I was hungry-... also y'all i posted the first chapter of this yesterday and y'all ate it up so thank you for the support!

Warnings: ⚠️mild No Way Home spoilers⚠️ not the big ones yet... those will come later 😈 ... also kinda some touching but idefk

“Let me go over this again, you’re Peter Parker, and simultaneously Spider-Man .... from a different universe?” You roamed around your apartment, multitaksing as he told you everything he knew, which wasn’t much. He wasn’t lying, obviously he was Spider-Man, but not the one you sat next to everyday. “Let’s say I believe you, how did you get here?

“I know it sounds crazy, but I really don’t know... I’ve also got no idea of how to get home.”

You went into the bathroom and grabbed a few supplies from under the sink. You figured Peter would still have the ability to heal himself quicker through the spider cells he obtained, no matter which universe that be, but you on the other hand were not so lucky to have regenerating power running in your blood.

You came into the room and set down the box of medical supplies onto the bed, opening the top and inviting him to sit there also. You had a few cuts on your arm and one just above your eyebrow. Not anything too bad... not like what you used to get in the streets.

“Help yourself, if you need to,” You said, leaving to the bathroom once more and retrieving a wet cloth to wipe your face and arm.

“Thank you,” He said kindly. You were certain he wouldn’t have needed it, but he dug in to see if he could use anything.

“No problem.”

It was silent for a few minutes while you’d gone into the bathroom to dress your own wound. You tried to process all of this, to try and make something out of the insanity that you heard. Of course, insanity as it were was far from a rare occurance nowadays. You could testify to that just as anyone else here.

You finished taking care of things, taking a deep breath before you would resuface with more questions.

When you walked back into the room, he’d just finished pulling his spandex top off, and you could see all the scars and bruises that littered his body. So... Spider-Man bleeds.

“That looks nasty,” you pointed out the small gash in his side, and upon second glance, saw how deep it went. It could easily get infected without the proper treatment. Luckily you’d dealt with this sort of thing before on your own body, so this should be a piece of cake.

“It feels nasty.”

He was so different from the Peter you knew, but also so much alike him. It was a contrasting paradox that would boggle your mind for days if you let it. Just the thought of there being another version of yourself in another universe was a lot to take in. The proof was standing before you, and you couldn’t bring yourself to just say that this was all madness. Stranger things have indeed happened.

“Let me help you,” you let out, after watching him helplessly reach for it several times without being able to get it quite right. “Could you hand me the-?”

Your gesture to the box was pitiful, but he handed it to you anyway, watching from the corner of his eye as you started messing around with a bloody rag at his side.

“You’re lucky, no stitches.”

You threw the red stained rag into the bottom compartment of the box, reaching for a gauze patch to stick on it.

You kept going on in silence for a bit longer, until Peter had enough of the awkward tension building in the room while you took care of him. You thought nothing of it, how could you? You were helping a spider person in need.

“You know you faught pretty well against those guys earlier,” He said, pausing when you let out a deep sigh. You kept on your job of fixing him up, hoping that maybe he’d drop it, but he didn’t. “I don’t know you very well, but it looks like maybe you’ve done it before.”

“Yeah sure, that’s why you came to save my ass.”

He chuckled a little, turning a bit when you made him move his arm. You were struggling to get the bottom piece of cotton to stick in the area you needed it to, otherwise you would have been done ages ago.

“Four guys is a lot for even me, okay?”

“Five guys,” you corrected.

“I’m sorry?” He looked so confused, like he thought you weren’t paying attention.

“There were five guys.”

“Look, all I’m saying is... you’re pretty good at protecting yourself,” he winced through his teeth when you pressed the cotton, finally getting it to stick so you could move onto the gauze patches.

“I’m rusty, that’s what I am.”

“So you have done it before?” He finally got you to crack and you didn’t even realize it. You were too focused on his damn blood that was literally all over your hands.

“Spider-Man wasn’t the only Crime fighter in this city.”

“So what happened, then?”

You scoffed, remembering the day it all happened. You turned to ashes in your living room, and suddenly you return five years after to learn about everything that went on.

“I quit.”

That answer was vague and unconvincing. He twisted his neck to look down at you, trying to coax more without a single word being said. You could feel his burning stare, it was not one to bring ease. You huffed a sigh, meeting his eyeline once before going back to work. He had nice eyes.

“Spider-Man was ten times the superhero I ever was, so when he started swinging I stopped going out every night. Then I realized I wasn’t a superhero at all, just some wild, viglante wannabe.”

He was pretty stunned at your confession. Through everything he’d been in, he never gave up. Not after Uncle Ben, not after Gwen. It was strange to see someone so unwilling to keep going, simply because they got outdone. It wasn’t your only reason for stopping, but you barely knew him, and didn’t feel like oversharing tonight.

You finished up what you were doing and took the box back into the bathroom after you pressed firmly on the pad to make sure it stuck.

“You can hang around for a while until you find out how you got here, I’m sure it might get a little hectic out there if people see two Spider-Men flying around.”

“Thanks, I appreciate your help,” he said, standing up. He didn’t really feel like putting his suit back on, but it also felt a little weird to be shirtless in a random stranger’s apartment. You noticed, tossing him an oversized shirt of yours that would fit. It was your favorite, but some sacrifices had to be made. He pulled it over his head with a slight struggle, reminding you of a little boy.

“I’d offer you the leftover pizza in the fridge, but it’s like two weeks old, so...” you pressed your lips in a thin line, walking past him and back into your living room.

He found himself laughing again at your humor, following you into the other side of the apartment.

“So does anyone else live here? Or is it just you?” He wondered, coming to gently sit down on one of the worn out chairs in the sitting area.

“Full of questions, aren’t we?” You teased him, fully well knowing he was from an entirely different universe.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to pry,” he ducked his head in embarassment while you brought him a bottle of water from the fridge. “I just know that some roomates can be a little sensitive to random people sitting on their furniture.”

That one made you laugh, if only a little. He was funny, and he was cute. He had an innocence about him that you liked to see. It was rare in men these days.

“It’s just me, now. My mom left this place in my name before she died, so I kept it for her sake,” you explained, getting a bit stone faced at even subconciously mentioning your mother.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. The blip screwed up a lot of stuff, it ain’t no one’s fault but Thanos.”

“Thanos?” He was definitely puzzled at such a name. Must be a super villain from your timeline.

“Yeah, he caused a lot of crap for a lot of people. I’m one of the unlucky souls,” you plopped down onto the sofa, grabbing the remote to turn on the TV.

He settled down a little, seeing you calmly flick through the channels like it were a regular thing at the end of everyday. You stopped at the news, having to look a double take at the headline.

Spider-Man Fights New Monsters!

“What in the hell-” you trailed off, standing from your seat to get a closer look.

A man with tentacles branaching off of his body, suspending him in the air. He had been throwing cars off bridges when Spidey got ahold of him. The other monster was not quite as easily identified, and without a good photo, there wouldn’t be any telling what it was.

“What’s wrong?” Peter glanced up at where yyou were standing, unable to see the shots they played.

“I work for the Daily Fix, and they didn’t even call me to come get shots of the scene,” you complained, crossing your arms over your chest, disreguarding what this headline probably meant. “I’m the best damn photographer in that company.”

“Huh,” he said with a slanted brow. This was a little trippy. seeing the similarities you two held, and yet? You weren’t Spider-Man. That title belonged to whoever the Peter Parker of this world was.

“You think those could possibly be connected to your situation?” You stepped aside for him to see the so called ‘Monsters’ onscreen. He shook his head, unsure of where they came from. They weren’t from his line of existence.

You grumbled one more time, bitter that your boss of a year never thought to mention that there were monster attacks in the city. It's fine, there's bigger fish to fry.

“It’s getting late, we should probably set a plan in place for tommorow.”

You went to the other room to fetch the poor guy a pair of sweatpants, knowing that spandex was not exactly a comfortable way to sleep. You hadn’t worn anything of the sort in a while, but that didn’t mean you forgot the discomfort.

You also grabbed a pillow and blanket from your closet, throwing it all on the couch when you got out. He was curious as to why you were helping, though he didn’t say it, you could read the facial features rather well.

“You don’t have to help me,” he said softly, feeling kind of upset that you were dragging yourself into something you knew nothing about. You knew enough. He needed help, and you could provide it, so you did.

“You’re right, I don’t...” you trailed off, tossing him the pair of sweatpants before you continued, “Call it coming out of retirement.”

He scoffed at your willingness. You didn’t seem so willing when he was asking a bunch of questions earlier.

“So what is the plan, then?” He leaned forward, a smile gracing his face with optimism. Cute.

“I think we oughta try and find my English deskmate tomorrow,” you said flatly, breaking the eye contact you’d struggled to stray from. He immediately looked confused, because of course he was.

“Who’s your deskmate?”

“Peter Parker.”

Anyways I just want to start by saying I love Andrew and have missed his peter parker more than anything. I'm so happy to finally see him getting the recognition he deserves. I hope he sees the reaction videos of everyone screaming in the theater when he came on screen. He needs to know we love him.

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thedaredevilsgirl · 2 years

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This Costume

Announcements: Smut (oral - fem! receiving)

Word count: 840

A/N: I know that technically we don't really have anything confirmed about him being in No Way Home yet, and that I usually post for Holland & Co, but my crush on Andrew Garfield came back strongly after I watched "Tick Tick...Boom!" And I simply had to write about him. I hope you all enjoy it even though it's something different than usual. (I wrote this in a hurry during a boring math class so it may not be very good and contain some mistakes)

The trailer door opens and your attention is quickly turned to your boyfriend dressed as Spider-Man, he takes off his mask and smiles at you.

"How was the recording today?" You ask getting up from where you were sitting and moving toward him to leave a kiss on his lips.

"Complicated, but fun" he says in a confused way that makes you laugh "We are having to wear a black overcoat and hoodie when we are not recording so no one will know we are on set, hiding seems like the worst part, but when everyone watches the movie it will be worth it" he explains quickly.

"I'm sure it will" he smiles at my answer before pulling me in for a real kiss.

"I've missed you all day" he whispers against my lips.

"Me too, it's boring here without you."

He releases me for a brief moment and walks over to the mirror in his trailer, Andrew looks at me through the reflection with a smile and confused look on his face.

"What is it?" he asks noticing the way I was looking at him

"Can I admit a secret to you?" He nods and even a little shy you start to explain yourself "I kinda had a crush on you as Spiderman" you try not to blush at that statement but it was impossible.

"What?" he turns around and faces you while laughing a little "Really?"

"Yes, very serious" you admit "I mean, you looked so gorgeous and hot in that costume, it was hard not to be a little bit in love" you move closer to Andrew touching his shoulder and letting fingers make light circular motions in that area.

"Why didn't you ever tell me this?"

"When we met you didn't play him anymore so I thought this would be kind of weird, but..." you let your eyes admire him from head to toe and sigh at how that outfit managed to make him even more beautiful "but seeing you like this is awakening old desires that I didn't even remember I had."

You laugh to yourself but Andrew stands with his arms crossed in front of his body and staring at you in a serious way.

"I'm sorry, I knew I shouldn't have said that" you try to explain yourself "I knew it would be weird..." He interrupts you as he pulls you closer to him and kisses your lips with strength and desire.

"So you mean my beautiful girlfriend" he leaves a kiss on your cheek "You like to see me dressed as Spiderman" he gives a longer kiss on your neck leaving a light bite before pulling away "And you have old desires with me?" He asks looking into her eyes.

"That's exactly right" she replies sighing as she feels his touch.

He makes her sit on the make up counter and fits between her legs while his hands still covered by the costume enter her skirt.

"You should have told me this before, we would have had a lot of fun"

"Well, I just told you, so...why don't we have fun now?"

"That's my plan honey" he smiles mischievously before leaning in to kiss her again.

His hands were still inside her skirt, he moves them slowly up her thighs, his fingers caressing her skin and giving her goosebumps anywhere he touched her.

Andrew finally reaches your panties and removes them from your body quickly before kneeling before you.

"You're going to have to be very still honey, we don't want the whole Sept to find out how desperate you are for me" That's all he says before his mouth touches you.

You sigh as you feel the first touch of his tongue on your intimacy, only superficially the first few times before he places your clit between his lips.

He places one of your legs over his shoulder to get more access to you and deepen his touches even more.

"Andrew please" You plead pulling your hair and making it messier than it always was "I need more".

At some point he had taken the gloves off his suit and now he was touching you without any pesky fabric getting in his way.

"You want more baby?" He asks wryly before he penetrates two of his fingers inside you, your back arches with pleasure and you feel like you're falling apart "Is that good enough for you?" you can only answer him with a groan.

His mouth soon goes back to work along with his hand, his tongue teasing your clit slowly with circular motions and his fingers striking your g-spot several times in a row without any pause.

"An...Andrew, I'm close" you sigh.

"Come for me" he whispers before hitting your point one more time.

You feel your body relax and you think you might pass out from ecstasy at any second, Andrew holds your body keeping you safe and keeping you from falling.

"Let's go home honey" he gives you a small kiss "Iwill fulfill all your wishes tonight".

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Hello! I was wondering if you could do a fic with andrew garfield where you have a abusive relationship with your toxic boyfriend and your super close with andrew and he tells you “I could be a better boyfriend than him” (like the dove cameron song) while you are kinda like cheating on your ex?

I completely understand if not! Thanks for your time and have a amazing day!

Better Boyfriend than Him | (TASM) Peter Parker

📝 Title: Better Boyfriend than Him

📚 Requested: Yes/No

✍ Summary: Peter will always be there to protect you, always. | 2.5k

🧧 Warnings: Abusive boyfriend, physical violence, mentions of physical violence, toxic relationship, bruises, mentions of a restraining order

💌 I kind off forgot to write about the "cheating part" and I was already 2.4k words in when I realized that - but, I hope you enjoy the fic nevertheless 😊 Anyway, Happy Valentines day everyone!

Peter learned that there were certain pros and cons of not admitting your feelings for your best friend.

Being able to preserve his long-lasting friendship with said best friend is one of the pros.

But the cons? He had to suffer the pain of watching the girl he loved on the arm of a guy who wasn’t him.

And they say that all is fair in love and war, right?

–

You sighed in front of the bathroom mirror, gripping the compact containing concealer tightly in your hand. You had two more bruises to cover up on your face and your long sleeved blouse would take care of the ones on your arms.

You knew that this was wrong. You knew that you should tell someone about it, especially Peter. But you can’t.

Mark had threatened that if you told anyone about it - he would hurt Peter.

Not that Peter couldn’t defend himself, he’s Spiderman for crying out loud, he swings from building to building and fights literal criminals that the police can’t even catch. Max wouldn’t stand a chance against him.

But the mere thought of your best friend (and the guy who your heart really belonged to) getting hurt was enough to get your mouth to shut.

You had promised to hang out with Peter at the bodega near school, starting to apply the concealer on your bruises - you knew that you had to hurry.

–

When you had arrived at the bodega, Peter was boredly skating around - eyes immediately lighting up the moment he saw you.

Next thing you knew, he had engulfed you into a hug with a smile that reached from ear to ear.

“Cookie,” he smiled, the childhood nickname floating delightfully in the air, “how are you?”

“Bug boy,” You chuckled, “we just saw each other in all of our classes this morning.”

“So?” He said, “I wanted to know how you are now.”

“Well, I’m doing fine, if that’s what you wanted to know.” You said.

Being the overprotective and loving best friend he is, Peter then asked, “How about Mark? Is he treating you well?”

You gave a nervous chuckle trying to give him a reassuring smile, “Yeah, he’s fine. He’s doing amazing.”

“Treating you like how you deserve to be treated?”

“Of course Peter, he’s my boyfriend not some kidnapper taking me hostage while waiting for ransom.”

Okay, maybe the latter was a more fitting title.

“Want to get some ice cream?” You asked, nodding in the direction of the bodega.

Peter nodded, holding his skateboard with one hand while the other came to rest around your waist, “Why not? As long as I pay - you were the one who did last time.”

You laughed, walking along with him, “Do you really expect me to say no to free ice cream?”

–

“Remember the time when you almost fell face first on concrete ground during your first time skateboarding?” You said, trying to stifle a laugh.

Peter made a face at you, scooping some ice cream into his mouth, “That was just because you were distracting me.”

“Oh really?” You laughed, “What did I do?”

“You were looking at me!” He retorted.

“So?” You asked, “How is that distracting?”

It was distracting because I have this huge crush on you and I was trying not to make myself look like a complete fool while you were looking at me. He thought before piping up, “It just is.”

This made you laugh even harder, “You’re just so adorable you know?”

You didn’t just say it sarcastically, you really meant it.

Peter was about to tease that you, yourself, could barely even stand on a skateboard without wobbling like a toddler just learning to walk when he noticed a light shade of purple on your cheek.

“Is that a bruise?” He asked, reaching a finger out to gently touch it.

You immediately stop laughing, trying to swerve away from his touch as you reasoned, “No. That’s, uh, a hickey.”

He raised a brow, “Really? A hickey. On the cheek?”

“Fine.” You rolled your eyes at him, slightly leaning into his touch as his finger tenderly caressed the bruise, “It is a bruise.”

“Did Mark do that to you?” Peter asked, finger not leaving your cheek.

You really wanted to tell him the truth.

“Of course not.” You answered, stabbing the small spoon into your ice cream, “I accidentally hit myself on the doorknob of a cabinet while I was cleaning.”

Peter could see that you’re lying, but he decided not to push it, “You’re seriously that clumsy?”

“Like you don’t know me.” Poking your tongue out at him before returning your attention back to your desert.

–

You slowly closed the door behind you, careful not to make a sound.

The lights in the living room were closed, so you were hopeful that Mark wasn’t home yet.

“Where have you been?” All your hopes had shattered once you had heard the voice that you had come to fear.

“Where. Have. You. Been?” Mark repeated, appearing from the shadows, a deadly glare capable of burying you six feet under on his face.

You tried hard not to tremble under his gaze as you tried to come up with a response.

He suddenly grabbed you by your shoulders and said in a deadly calm voice, “I asked you a question and I expect you to answer.”

“I-I’m sorry.” You managed to stutter out, “I just went to hang out by the bodega near school.”

“With who?” The moment he asked that, you knew you were in for it.

“With a friend.” You answered.

“Which friend?”

You couldn’t answer - Mark always hated it when you spent time with Peter.

“Which friend, Y/N!” Mark shouted, shaking you.

“Peter!” You blurted out, bracing yourself for what is to come, “I was with Peter.”

The silence lasted one second, then two before Mark’s palm connected with your cheek - the impact being strong enough to push you to the floor.

He then hit your shoulder, “What did I tell you about going out with him?”

Another hit, this time to your stomach, “Didn’t I tell you not to!”

You gave no response as the tears streamed down the apples of your cheeks.

Mark then grabbed a handful of your hair, yanking you up, “Didn’t I?”

“Y-yes.” You managed to choke out in between sobs.

He let go of your hair, pushing you back to the floor, “I forbid you from seeing that Peter ever again.”

“He’s my best friend.” You protested, even if you knew it would be no use to argue.

“I don’t care!” Your so-called boyfriend spat out, “You will not see him ever again.”

“Do I make myself clear?” He asked, kicking you in the stomach.

Giving him the best glare you could in your state, you muttered, “Yes.”

Rolling his eyes at you, he took a can of beer from the refrigerator and said, “Pathetic” before heading back into the living room.

–

“Cookie, can you please talk to me even for five minutes.” Peter said, running after you as you tried to make your way to the bathroom.

“Sorry Pete.” You called out, dodging students left and right, “Can’t talk right now.”

“If I did something wrong then I’m sorry!” He said, catching up with you, “Can you please at least tell me what I did?”

He reached out and grabbed your arm to spin you around (he would’ve used his web shooters but almost the whole student body was present).

“Ow!” You said as Peter spun you to face him, hand on gripping your arm.

“I’m sorry!” Peter immediately said, letting go of your arm. He really didn’t mean to hurt, he just didn’t know his own strength at times, “I didn’t me-”

He stopped when he saw another purple spot, this time on your shoulder, just below your sleeve where your jacket had fallen off when he spun you around, “Is that another bruise?”

Oh shoot. You quickly panicked as you lifted your jacket up to cover it, “I just had another accident.”

“Another accident?” Peter asked, the tone of his voice indicating that he did not believe you even in the slightest, “Look Y/N, I know that you’re clumsy - but, if you were seriously that clumsy, you would’ve died a long time ago.”

He knew you were lying and he was determined to find out the truth.

He pulled you into an empty classroom and webbed the door shut before you could even think about running off.

“Peter, open this door now or I swear.” You tried to threaten him, but if there was one thing you knew when it came to Peter Parker - he would never stop until he had found out what he wanted.

Peter said nothing as he pushed the jacket off your shoulders, making it neatly drop onto the floor before you could protest even further.

“Holy-” Your best friend muttered, completely shocked at the purple and green marks that were littered all over your arms. The real reason why you were hurt when he grabbed your arm - he accidentally pressed on a bruise.

Tears were already brimming from your eyes, completely helpless.

“Did Mark do this to you? Has that jerk been hitting you?” He asked, his eyes pleading with you to tell him the truth.

“Yes.” You whimpered, looking down at your feet to avoid his gaze.

Peter knew that there was something fishy about Mark the very first time he laid eyes on him - he just kept his mouth shut for the sake of your happiness.

And look at how that went.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Peter asked, his voice not above a whisper.

You couldn’t blink the tears out of your eyes and completely broke down right in front of him as he pulled you into a hug, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. He threatened to hurt you if I told you and I didn’t want you to get hurt because of me. And… I didn’t want to be a burden.”

“A burden?” He said, gently lifting up your head to look at him, “Cookie, you would never ever be a burden to me. Not now, not ever.”

“But-”

“No buts.” Peter insisted, pressing a hand on your mouth, causing you to laugh slightly.

“Please don’t tell me that you’re going to…” You didn’t need to finish your sentence for Peter to figure out what you meant.

“I can’t promise you that.” Peter smiled.

–

You and Peter were walking along the street that led to his house. The plan was while Peter tried his very best to fight down the urge to hunt down Mark and beat him up, you would stay with him and Aunt May for a few days (because as Peter said, “Do you really think I would let you go back to that maniac?”) until you could file a restraining order against Mark.

But when people make plans, life laughs.

Just as you were nearing his street, you suddenly heard your name called by a voice that made your voice run cold.

With the way your demeanor changed and his Spidey-senses, Peter had noticed that you were scared. Reaching down to squeeze your hand in reassurance that he was there to protect you, the both of you turned to face the owner of the voice.

Mark stood there, a few feet away from you, hands clenched by his side as he tried to fake a smile.

“Hey sweetheart.” He greeted, trying to keep up the act.

Peter had to hold back an eye roll, “Sweetheart my ass.”

“Mark.” You said coldly, feeling a lot safer with Peter by your side.

“Why don’t we go home, sweetheart.” Mark said, “No need to worry about her Peter, I’ll walk her home.”

“No you won’t.” Your best friend said, glaring at the man who just kept on hurting you over and over again.

“Excuse me?” Mark spat, his whole act of kindness vanishing into thin air.

“You heard me.” Peter countered.

“She’s my girlfriend.” Mark roughly pulled you from your best friend’s grasp, “So, whatever problems you think we’re having is our business and ours alone - do you understand?”

He didn’t wait for Peter to answer as he marched away with you, the grip on your arm getting tighter and tighter with every passing moment.

But, he was soon detached from you as Peter pulled Mark away from you before punching him right in the face.

Mark stumbled back, a hand over his nose as red liquid dripped onto the pavement.

He then looked up at Peter, giving his signature death glare, “You’re really asking for it buddy.”

Mark launched his fist at Peter only to have him dodge it. You couldn’t do anything but watch in horror as the two of them moved like boxers in the ring, punches and kicks being thrown left and right.

But Mark would never stand a chance against Peter Parker.

“This is far from over.” Mark said, limping away from the both of you as he tried to look intimidating, “I am not done with this.”

“Sure, I’ll fight you anyday.” Peter said, an arm protectively around your waist.

Once Mark had disappeared from your sight, you noticed some cuts on Peter’s face.

“Peter.” You gasped, tenderly reaching out to caress his cheek, “You’re hurt.”

He just gave you a smile, “It was worth it anyway.”

–

You were currently in Peter’s bedroom, sitting down next to him as you cleaned his cuts as best as you could.

“This is what I was afraid of.” You whispered, dabbing some antiseptic on the cut, causing him to wince, “Sorry.”

“What were you afraid of?” Peter asked, “Mark?”

“Not really.” You said, “I was scared of you getting hurt on my account.”

“Cookie. I would do absolutely anything for you and I would protect you with my life.” Peter cooed.

The two of you continued on in silence before Peter spoke up,

“So, does that mean that you’re not with him anymore?”

You chuckled, putting a bandage over the cut, “Hopefully. I mean, I am filing a restraining order against him. Why?”

Peter said nothing, reaching out his hand to rest on your cheek.

“Peter?” You asked, heart racing in anticipation.

“I know this is absolutely the worst time to do this. But, I love you Y/N. So much. It hurts me to see you with someone else and I just know that I could be a better boyfriend than Mark ever was.” He then sighed, “I understand if you’re not ready to enter a new relationship and all. But, I’ll wait - I’ll wait for as long as you would want me to.”

The moment you had waited forever for was finally happening - how could you not grab that opportunity?

Slowly, leaning forward you connected your lips together in a slow gentle kiss.

Once you pulled away for air, foreheads still practically touching you grinned.

“My heart has always been yours Peter - it’s always been you.”

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