would you be up to writing a smut for andrew again? maybe the reader just came back from UTBOH premier (his new show) and seeing him as a dilf just made her need him to put a baby in her
Author's Notes: I actually already had something like this already written! Thank you for requesting. I'm so sorry it took me so long to get to - I'm trying to get through old requests when I can! I'm hoping the wait was worth it and that you enjoy xoxo
Warnings: Swearing, mentions of drinking, established relationship, talk of pregnancy, smut* (unprotected sex, biting, some spanking)
Requested: Yes, old request!
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Andrew knew that she liked his work, and had been looking forward to this project, but he didn't know she would have this reaction. Especially after he propped her up on the vanity 10 minutes before their town car showed up. He thought he had done a better job at easing her desire a little bit.
"You're so sexy as a Daddy. Fuck, I want your baby so much." She wept in his ear before she sank to her knees in front of him seconds after their hotel room door shut.
"Come back up here. Slow down, little lady. Holy fuck." Andrew breathed out as she unzipped his slacks and reached for his manhood as he tugged her upright again.
"I don't want to go slow. I want to go fast, make a baby. I want to bounce on your thick, beautiful -" She groaned as he covered her mouth with his hand, his eyes narrowed down at her.
"How much champagne did you drink?" Andrew murmured as he pulled his hips back, not letting her rub him over his briefs. He removed his hand from her pouty lips to let her reply.
"One glass. I swear, just the one. I just saw you up on that screen and I just felt something. I know that wasn't the point of the story, and that's wrong of me. But I saw you with those kids and I got stupid." Her eyes were heavy, but not with alcohol, they were heavy like after he'd fuck her into the mattress and she'd ask for one more roll around.
"Stupid?" He repeated softly as he trailed his fingers over her chin down her throat, over the tops of her breasts.
"Yeah. I got that fuzzy headed feeling, but it was less sweet and tender than earlier. I just wanted to rip your clothes off and ride you like an animal. Bite you, lick you, scratch you up and let you cover me in -"
Andrew grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her in for a hot, messy open mouth kiss. He slipped his tongue in her mouth with a moan as he lifted her thigh up around his waist with his other hand. He let her unbutton his shirt as he started his trail of kisses down her throat to her chest.
"You want to go for a little ride, lovey?" Andrew growled as he nipped at her chin, breathing heavily against her lips as she worked her hand into his slacks to palm his stiffness.
"Yes, please. I need you so naked and deep inside of me. Wanna bite you all over." She whispered as she pressed her hand to his full thickness over his briefs.
"What has gotten into you? Fuck." He groaned as he grabbed her thighs and lifted her up, carrying her to the bed while she kept her hand in his pants. He dropped her to the bed as carefully as he could before he shrugged out of his suit jacket and tore off his tie.
"Next time." He growled as he balled up his tie and pitched it to the end of the bed.
"You wanna tie me up, baby?" She breathed out as she reached for his belt buckle and tugged him close, legs around his waist.
"More than anything. Wrists behind your back, to the headboard, or wrists tied to your beautiful ankles. But you requested a ride around the world first, lovey. Leave these shoes on for me?" Andrew breathed out as he ran his hands up her smooth legs underneath her dress. His hips were hers as she tugged his belt through the prongs then wrestled his slacks and briefs over his backside.
"Whatever you want. Baby!" She giggled as he crawled into bed and flipped them over. He unzipped her dress, pawing her breasts as she rocked over his hard leaking manhood.
"Take this off, lovey. Oh, so beautiful. And these panties can just be destroyed. We don't need them." Andrew breathed out as he bunched her dress up around her waist then pulled it off her body. He rooted his fingers in her panties and ripped them at the seam, revealing her wet treasure to him.
"Put Him in for me, baby?" She whispered as she pressed down to her hands on the mattress and kissed his cheek, the beard scratching her lips.
"Need my help, lovey? Oh, there we go. Is that good, lovey?" Andrew grunted as he held himself steady and eased inside of her as she bit and nibbled down his scruffy neck. He ran a hand over her hair as he settled inside of her, his breath stuck in his throat as her tight walls clenched around him in the hopes of making him part of her.
"S'good. So full." She whispered into the crease of his neck as she started to rock her hips on top of him.
Once she had adjusted to his size, her little hole stretched to its limit with his thick length, she sat upright and held his shoulders for leverage. She lifted her hips up then down, tantalizingly slow, watching him lick his lips.
"If you're gonna ride like that, put your knees here." Andrew breathed out as he grabbed the backs of her knees and spread them out as far as they could go, letting her clit rub his abs.
"Oh, baby." She gasped, falling back down to her forearms on the mattress at the sensation, pleasure coursing through her body as he hit her gspot and her clit rubbed his stomach.
"Better, yeah? That's my girl." Andrew huffed out as he grabbed her thighs then pawed at her ass cheeks before doling out a firm smack that made her moan. That loud, slutty moan he loved to hear when she really let go for him.
"S'good, lovey? Take what you want, it's fucking yours." He growled as he smacked her ass again then reached for her hair and tugged hard, exposing her neck.
"Do it. I know you want to, Andrew. Bite my neck and fucking claim me." She rasped out as she scratched the nails of her left hand down his chest, red marks across his skin.
Andrew growled from deep, deep in his chest as he surged forward to sink his perfect white teeth into her neck. His girlfriend pressed her nails into his chest, little crescent moon shapes embedded over his heart as she sobbed his name, rolling her hips like a cyclone on top of him.
"Gonna make me cum, lovey. So wild right now. Slow down." Andrew croaked as he pulled his fingers down her back to her hips, trying to cease her movement.
"But you feel so good." She sobbed out as she sat up, running her hands through her hair as she bounced in his lap, her back arched.
"I wanna last longer, make you cum." He groaned as his fingers pressed into the flesh of her hips in a weak attempt to anchor himself.
"S'okay, baby. I'm there with you." She breathed out as she dropped to her forearms on the mattress and pressed her forehead to his, her fingertips running over his bearded jawline.
Andrew wrapped his arms around and flexed his arms into the small of her back as he brought them both over the edge. Her toes curled in her shoes while she pulled his hair, breathing his name in his ear.
"Fuck. I'm definitely fine with doing that over and over again to have a baby." Andrew sighed contently as he released his arms from around her body and rested them over his head.
"I'm so shocked." She grinned as she looked down at him with bright, but tired eyes, her body weak on top of him.
Andrew chuckled as he buried his face in her neck, placing soft kisses down to her shoulder. He rolled them over in the bed, tugging her snuggly against him as he tucked them under the blankets. They fell asleep, both dreaming of their future together and starting a family.
Please let me know what you think - comments and messages are welcome! I hope you all enjoyed xoxo
Hey do you have any reblog drafts or saved links i can use on the wayback machine to find the "Velvet Haze" fic? I'm trying to find it since the author deactivated. plzzzzz helppp
Hello dear! I tossed and turned around and reviewed all the fanfic reblog tags, and found almost every chapter of this amazing fanfic called "Velvet Haze". I couldn’t find chapter 2, I'm so sorry. The others are here:
Chapter 1: Green Green Dress
Chapter 3: Sweet Disposition
Chapter 4: A Sufficiently Clear Admission
Chapter 5: Tortured By The Expectation Of Pleasure
Peter loves being between your beautiful thighs. He can spend hours upon hours with his face buried in your cunt, pleasuring you. you had no issue with that in the beginning but it became an issue when even after he made you cum twice, he hasn’t stopped.
“Mhm! Pete, wait, slow down just a bit baby” you whimpered as Peter wouldn’t slow his mouth's assault on your abused and swollen clit. You were already very sensitive and overstimulated, you didn’t wanna cum again just yet so you needed him to be a bit gentler. In an attempt to steady your shaking body you grip onto the closest thing your hands could find, Pete's hair. Threading your fingers through his brown mess of hair and pulling a bit. With a small whine slipping past his lips he reluctantly lets go of your clit and looks up at you with glossed over eyes. “Easy bug boy” you grin, your voice coming out very seductive and hypothesizing to the now very pliable boy buried between your legs. “I just want to please you princess please” He groans and pushes forward trying to latch his mouth back on your throbbing clit. With the grip you still had on his hair you pull him back releasing a small moan from Peter's.
“Nuh uh, you've pleased me enough baby, made me cum like a good boy” He lets out a whimper at the praise and his face begins to redden. “Now let me please you baby boy okay, let me make you feel good” you smirk and let go of his hair to pull him up by arm.
“Yes please” he frantically nods with his eyes glued to you the whole time you pull him up. You slip your hand around the back of his neck and pull his face down to yours, resting your forehead against his. Peter's brain is very hazy and all he can focus on is your hands all over his body. Quickly you flip the two of you so you’re on top of him, you begin sliding down his body. You slip one hand up and under his shirt to rub his side and one down to tug the waistband of his boxers down. Peter whines and bucks his hips softly. “Be a good boy for me baby, can you do that?” You ask slightly mockingly as you finish tugging off his boxers and wrap your hand around his leaking pink cock.
With his face full of heat and redness he whines as an answer. “I need words sweet boy” you run your thumb over the slit in his cock causing him to twitch in your hands. “Please princess wanna be your good boy, wanna feel good” he groans as his eyes dart between your hand around him and your face. “There you go sweet baby, im gonna take such good care of you.” You smile up at your boy as he begins melting into your touch needing more. you begin licking strips from the base of his balls to the tip of his cock making him buck his hips. seeing the desperate look in peters eyes makes an evil smirk grow on your face, it still makes you give in to him in the end.
You slowly sink your mouth down onto him while running your tongue over the protruding vein on the underside of his cock. “Mhmm princess” Peter grunts and covers his mouth with the backside of his hand to suppress a wanton moan. Using the hand that’s still wrapped around Peter you begin jerking off the base of his cock sense you can't fit all of him in your mouth. Your free hand began rubbing his hip bone, you can feel the goosebumps beginning to rise on his skin. You notice Peter is a lot more reactive and sensitive to your touch as you're sucking him off. “Such a good boy for me, being so responsive and obedient baby boy” you continue to mumble praises around his cock sending vibrations through his body.
The praises filled Peter's ears and sounded like heaven and he was quickly becoming overstimulated from the warmth of your mouth around him, the praise going to his head and his cock, and everything around him felt like it was buzzing. His spidey sense was quickly overactive.
Peters hips kept bucking and was a squirming, whining, muttering mess in your hands the closer his release came.he sounded so angelic moaning and mumbling how sensitive he was and how overstimulated he was wanting you to stop but not stop. His senses were very confused and his brain was clouded so he couldn’t think straight. “I’m right here sweet boy, such a good boy baby. Just let go you’re okay. I know your sensitive but its okay baby” you rub circles on his hipbone attempting to clam him down but he only twitches from your touch.
With one last tug of his cock peter starts to fall to pieces. Incoherently mumbling, panting and whimpering as his hot cum shoots down your thorat. You swallow around him as his hip are twitching as his high slowly fades, your mouth not leaving him yet though. You attempt to slowly and gentle remove your mouth to not stimulate his swollen tip but fail. Peter lets out a loud whimper at the stimulation. “I’m sorry baby” your voice is laced with sympathy but you weren’t actually sorry, he was very cute and needy when overstimulated.
“You were such a good boy for me sweeties, my sweet boy did an amazing job” you pull your body up to give him a big kiss, making him whine cause his senses are still overloaded.
a/n: hope you all enjoyed the first day of my kinktober lovelies!
♡ summary — poor y/n can’t help but get a little needy while tending to pete’s wounds, and he soon has her rutting against his thigh.
♡ includes — sexual content (SMUT below the cut), pwp, praise kink, thigh riding, slight dom/sub dynamics, a shitty ending as per usual
♡ a/n — so this is a self-indulgent fic because we’re all simping over pretty boy andrew right now, tobey too, but that’s for another day. <3
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He could smell the growing arousal that pooled between the thickness of her thighs, his senses heightened and tingling with the surge of pheromones that whirled from her pores and travelled directly towards him.
Poor little y/n; tending to his wounds whilst he perched on the chair that she had previously accumulated — growing ever so needy from the slight split in his bottom lip to the bruise that blossomed upon his cheek bone.
The suit that stretched across his shoulders — that clung to the taut skin of his pectorals caused an intoxicating haze to blanket her mind, sending her brain into a frenzy of obscene images that she oh-so-desperately wanted him to act upon.
And y/n almost felt guilty! How could she think such a thing when her boyfriend sat bruised and ever so slightly battered, his mask discarded haphazardly to the floor, messy brunette waves just begging to be tugged and his pretty, puffy lips — so hard not to pry them open with her tongue-
“I can smell you pretty girl-” he smirked, strong, flexing arms wrapped around her waist and she didn’t miss the slight wince that flickered along his features — though it was gone in an instant. “what’s gotten you so needy, hm?”
Y/n’s hands had faltered, the damp cloth in her hand nervously clenched between her palm and her face surged with a sudden warmth that had him let out a boyish giggle.
“I- what’re you talking about, Pete?” She huffed out a nervous smile, gasping once his large hands trailed their way to the roundness of her ass cheeks, kneading and squeezing them between his palms before smiling up at her.
“I bet you’re dripping, baby-” Peter’s hands were roaming the span of her stomach, two fingers teasingly dipping below the band of her pyjama trousers, only to snap the elastic against her searing skin. “Come on, who’s got you all needy?”
Y/n puffed out a breath. He knew the answer, he just craved the satisfaction of knowing the effect he had on his lovely girl — revelling in the way he could make her flush within seconds and have her arousal seep through her underwear from just the mere sight of his bruised and ever so slightly blood-ridden figure.
“You, Pete,” she breathed, heart pounding beneath her chest and her lashes fluttered against the soft skin of her cheeks. “M’so needy f’you.”
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Within a matter of minutes, he had her settled upon his thigh, the whole escapade had her clinging onto his back, inebriated by the way the muscles flexed — no different to the thigh that was settled crude and snug against her pulsing cunt.
“Please!” She stuttered, whining into his ear and rolling her hips at a pathetic pace. The smirk hadn’t vanished from his pretty mouth, instead growing increasingly bigger because of her crooning.
“My pretty girl,” he cooed, “you want my help, huh? Doesn’t feel good when you’re doing it all by yourself, does it?”
She shook her head with so much exuberance, completely dumb from his coos and praises, he hadn’t even filled her up — her clit engorged and throbbing hotly against his suit-clad thigh, the muscles soon flexing tight against her bare mound.
She was babbling mindlessly, tongue lolling from her lips and a silver string of spit ran so obscenely along her chin.
“There we go,” Pete’s hands were on her hips, rocking her back and forth, cooing his little praises and sponging kisses to her throat. “atta girl.”
His cock was stiff under his suit, jolting with every rut of her hips and he wrapped a hand around her throat, long digits squeezing so lightly, his calloused palm putting only the slightest pressure to have her gasping and pleading.
“Who’s my good girl, hm?” She was whining louder now, barely able to hear his pretty voice rumbling through his chest, resonating dull and low in her ears. “Come on, answer me, baby. Who’s my good girl?”
“I am!” Y/n’s fingers clawed at his back, chest pressed tightly against his as it heaved and stuttered for breaths. “I’m your good girl, Pete!”
The rutting of her hips was set at a brutal pace, one she couldn’t quite comprehend — the pressure against her clit inebriated her still and she parted her lips for her whiny, pathetic little whimpers.
“Please can I cum?” she cried, “I’ve been so good for you, Pete- just wanna be your good girl!”
Peter had the nerve to smile before mocking the pout that was upon her puffy, kiss-bitten lips, though he himself was needy enough to feel the need to comply with her plea.
“Need to cum so badly-”
“I know, baby, I know,” he cut her off, once again mocking that pathetic little pout that adorned her mouth. “Go on then. Cum for me, pretty girl.”
The pace she kept was erratic, rutting and thrusting her hips against his thigh, just chasing the orgasm that had been building in the pit of her stomach for mere minutes — the coil so impossibly close to snapping.
And with a few short bucks (along with the help of his hands and the flexing of his thigh, of course), y/n came undone, pussy clenching and unclenching, dripping with arousal and pooling so crude against the material of his suit. Her muscles spasmed, groin aching so deliciously and her clitoris thumped from the intensity.
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could you do andrew garifield x actress!fem!reader, you went to Varity Fair, you gonna pose, as you look in side you’ll see that your bf came into you, he deeply proud of you, you two have a secret relationship, he just smile at you secretly, as you finish as you walk
(hope you will write it more, thanks have a good day <3)
oceanic feeling
(ag x reader)
contents: fluff, small blurb
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as you walked down on the carpet, cameras were flashing your eyes very quickly, you could barely see a thing in front of you.
"over here!" "look to your left" "smile at the camera" the paparazzis yelled.
you do as they said, trying your best to compose yourself as for your vision was blurry and eyes full of stars, but you kept going anyway. "don't worry, i'm not in a hurry!" you shook your head as the yelling continued.
hearing this, your boyfriend in secret looked at you with an adoring smile stretched across his face. he's deeply proud of you. every move you make is like the waves in the ocean; sparkling and delicate. your eyes landed on the familiar smile that was sent your way. you smile at him back.
once done, you move away from the spotlight and huddled in a place with no eyes on you. andrew came over to squeeze your shoulders as you both walk inside.
could you do Andrew Garfield x fem!reader that you have period cramp comfort with Andrew plz
(try your best in your writing, thanks and have a lovely day )
pairing: Andrew Garfield x fem!reader
warnings: none, just mentions of pain
a/n: first time posting Andrew so i beg you ti be nice! ☺️
When Andrew got back home, everything was in silence, not even the lights were which was quite odd. Maybe it was that he had got used to arrive home to a set table and and a hot meal that you had spent the evening cooking. You had almost turned that into your weekend routine when he had to work. So, somehow, it was normal for Andrew to worry by finding that scenario.
You were nowhere in sight and he called out your name but you didn’t answer, so he walked directly into your shared bedroom, and there you were. Laying down, all curled up and sheets covering you from head to toe. He quietly came close to the bed and saw you were asleep. He checked the time and it felt weird, it was unusual for you to be sleeping this early. He sat down at the edge of the mattress and carefully sneaked his hand to caress your cheek. He was about to leave when you abruptly moved and hold his arm.
“Andy?”
“Shh, yes it’s me babe” he hushed.
“Omg, what time is it? I’m so sorry I fell asleep”
“Hey, hey it’s okay” he turned on the light of your bedside table when you started to look for the switch. “Oh babe, what’s wrong? You look terrible” he said when the dim light revealed your face to him
You didn’t just look terrible, you felt terrible.
“It’s my period baby, this month it’s giving me terrible cramps”
“Oh babe, when did you started feeling bad?” worrying was obvious in his tone. You moved a little and made some space for him to sit on the bed.
“Early today, around lunchtime i think” Andrew hold your body so you head was laying on his built chest, his big hand went to forehead to check if you had a temperature.
“You should have texted me babe, I would have run out?” he said and kissed you on the top of your head.
“I know. I just didn’t want to bother you Andy, I know you’re working and you can’t do much anyway” you whispered and tried to look at him, he seemed absolutely preoccupied.
“I can’t do much?” he frowned a little but then he let out a soft laugh. “I can be here, with you babe, and take care of you. What’s the point on going through this all by yourself?”
“I don’t know…” you said shamefully.
“Listen, it doesn’t matter” his fingers were running through your hair, “what matters is that I’m here now with you and I’m gonna take care of you” he said before kissing your forehead.
He laid down there with you a little, holding your body and rubbing your lower back intending to ease the pain. Once he got up he he went to get you an ibuprofen and sone water, he also heated the teapot to prepare you a hot chamomile tea and of course he brought the heat pack to put it on your lower belly.
“Lay here okay, try to relax and rest, I’ll go and cook something nice for you and I’ll be right back” he explained with tender and you just nodded.
Maybe pain wasn’t totally gone yet but there wasn’t a doubt that Andy and her delicate and sweet way of caring about you, was making you feel better, as he always used to do.
in which a certain asshole is talking about fuckable girls in their grade and asks peter his opinion.
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rumors spread fast in school, everyone knows that. not only do they spread quickly, but they get exaggerated.
and that’s what happened today.
“you know who’s really hot? alicia!” one of flash’s delinquent friends says.
“yeah right, maybe from the back with a bag over her head.” flash retorts to his friend with a chuckle. peter overhears this conversation and rolls his eyes. he continues to get a head start on his lab while their teacher is out sick.
“yeah, but she’s fuckable, so that’s all that matters, right?” another one of flash’s friends jokes.
“you know who IS fuckable? rachel. she’s gotta be the hottest in our grade hands down.” they continue the degrading discussion while peter continues to work and attempts to ignore them, until he’s caught looking at the group of morons, making him look engaged in their conversation.
flash notices and decides to prod, “what about you, parker?” peter looks around as if there’s another parker present.
“what about me?” he replies.
“who do YOU think is the most fuckable person in our grade?” flash questions with a teasing grin. peter looks taken aback, how was he supposed to respond to that?
“oh, um i don’t know-“
“who’s pants are you just dying to get in?” flash laughs with his friends.
“i—uh—think the prettiest girl in our grade is Y/N..?” he said in the tone of a question, to which sent the group of boys into a fit of laughter. the bell rings and peter gets up and grabs his stuff as they continue to laugh at him as he walks out the door.
peter and Y/N had been friends since junior high. she was always nice to him considering he was classified as a “nerd” and she was among the well liked. he’d always had a slight crush on her, but never felt the desire to speak up on it.
by lunch, the details of that exchange were being spread, but nobody really thought much of it. everyone is used to flash and his friends being assholes.
the only person who seemed to care was Y/N. so much so that she felt the need to approach peter while he was alone at his lunch table.
she plops down in front of where he’s sat and he raises his head up from his camera, knowing what’s coming. “i hear that you think i’m the prettiest in our grade, parker,” she playfully probes.
“oh, that was a misunderstanding,” he said and immediately realizes how it sounds, Y/N with an amused look on her face.
“not a misunderstanding, more of a misinterpretation! not that i don’t think you’re pretty, or the prettiest in our grade, i think you’re very pretty—“ he stumbles. she cuts him off, laughing lightly, “dude, chill, i get it. i just wanted to say thank you. i think you’re very pretty too.” she dropped that bomb and started to get up and walk away. he sat in disbelief and continued on with his lunch with a newfound confidence.
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idk where this was going i just needed to get active sorry i’ve been lazy
