It was around midnight and I was sitting down at my desk, trying to complete my English paper that's due in the morning. I was finishing up the 3rd paragraph when I heard the sound of light tapping noises on my window. Knowing it was most likely my boyfriend Peter, I got up and walked over to the window, opening it for him.
When I pulled back the drapes, a light gasp escaped my mouth at the sight that was in-front of me. Peter was in his spiderman suit, which was littered with rips and stains. He had a black eye, a busted lip, and his entire body was stained with what I believe, and in the back of my mind, what I hoped, was his own blood.
I quickly unlocked the window, helping him in. "What the hell happened to you?" I whisper shouted.
He lifted his right leg over, stumbling into my room. I quickly grabbed onto his arm, trying to help him stabilize. I dragged him over to my bed, kneeling down in front of his legs, to examine his current state.
He had his head down, trying to not make eye contact with me. I let out a huff of annoyance as I got up from my kneeling position, "Wait here," I said, leaving my room so I could get some supplies.
Once I came back, he was sitting down on my bed, with the top of his suit off, revealing his toned abs. I walked over towards him, crouching down, giving him my best disappointed look. "Look—" He started, but I cut him off.
"I don't want to hear it."
Was that a little harsh? Yes, yes, it was.
But in my defense, he promised me that he'd take a break from fighting today, since he was already badly injured from a fight he had lost a few days ago. It hasn't even been 4 hours and he has already broken his promise.
Once I finished cleaning the blood off his face and chest, I left the room once again to dump out the blood-soaked water and to wash my hands. "Y/n, please don't be mad at me," Peter said, giving me his puppy dog eyes.
I ignored him, walking over to my dresser, pulling out a pair of basketball shorts and an oversized t-shirt, which originally belong to Peter. I tossed it at him, sitting down at my desk so I could finish my essay.
A couple minutes go by and I hear him shuffling around. I assume, so he could change out of his suit. "Y/n—" He whined, hugging me from behind, and sticking his head into my neck.
"What?" I replied, harshly.
He spun my chair around so I was facing him. "I'm sorry," he said, taking my face into his hands and pressing a light kiss to my lips.
"Please forgive me?"
"Fine, but you better not show up at my window tomorrow all bloody," I said, pointing my index finger at him and giving him a jokingly stern look.
"yes ma'am," he laughed, pressing another kiss to my lips.
"Can we cuddle now?" He opened his arms wide, giving me a goofy smile.
I laughed at his expression. "I got to finish this." I said, showing him my computer.
"I'll do it for you if we can cuddle right now." He offered, raising an eyebrow.
"Fine," I gave in, knowing that if he did my assignment, I would most likely get a higher grade on the paper than I would if I did it.
I stood up from my chair to be immediately thrown over his shoulder. He walked over towards my bed, throwing me harshly on it before he got in as well, laying down on top of me and burying his head into the crook of my neck, his hair tickling me a little. "Good night Petey," I said.
He took his head out of my neck, giving me a disgusted look, making me laugh once again at his face expression. "Night," He mumbled, falling asleep on me.
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The next morning, I woke up to be greeted by an empty bed. I groaned, sitting up as I looked at the clock. A small gasp escaped my lips when I realized that I was about to be late for school. I got up, sloppily putting on my outfit, before walking over towards my desk, praying that Peter hadn't forgotten to do the assignment. I scrolled down, feeling my heart flutter at what he had written. Not only did he finish my paper, but he also wrote a brief note at the bottom.
'Sorry, I had to leave. I didn't want to deal with Aunt May. Meet me under the bleacher at lunch. PS. I love you.'
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
PAIRING: tasm!peterparker x fem!reader
WARNINGS: none
GENRE: angst and alot of fluff
SONG INSPIRATION: gone, gone, gone by phillip phillips
WORD COUNT: 478
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your head was buried in your book, trying to figure out how to solve this maths problem when the front door slammed shut.
you turned around knowing who it was, giving him a smile as he walked through your bedroom door — he leant over, giving you a soft peck. before quickly pulling away. making his way over to your shared bathroom with slumped shoulders.
your smile soon turned into a frown, there wasn’t many days like this with peter, but of course he had his bad days — like everybody else did, but c’mon especially spiderman does.
it was an unspoken rule with the two of you that he would always come in and greet you with a soft kiss and an ‘i love you’, or vice versa if you had gotten home a bit later that day. no matter the circumstance.
following his footsteps, you made your way into the bathroom, pete was stood leaning over the sink, hand on either side of it with his head bowed down.
without a word you walked up behind him, gently wrapping your arms around his torso — head on his back, he stiffened, but soon melted into your touch, letting you hold him.
feeling his back start to shake as he cried in your embrace, you stood like that for a good couple of minutes then you turned him around to face you, wiping the tears that had once streamed down his face.
you couldn’t imagine how he must be feeling, carrying the weight of the entire city on his shoulders — worried of letting anybody down in the slightest.
sadly smiling up at him with knowing eyes, you made your way over to the shower. not letting go over his arm as you switched it over to the perfect temperature.
stripping yourself of your clothing, before helping peter with his, of course he could do it on his own, but it’s what the two of you did, looked after each other.
once the two of you had gotten into the running stream of warm water, you let peter go under first, the steam keeping you from getting cold. watching as the droplets run down his bruised body, him letting out a deep sigh of relief.
grabbing the loafer and some soap, you began lightly cleaning peter, starting at his shoulders and working your way down, as you whispered sweet nothings into his ear.
after you were both cleaned off, you got into some clean clothes before bundling up in bed with a random superhero movie in the background, cuddled up together.
just taking in each other’s presence, light jokes and kisses were shared.
until pete got really close to you, close enough that you could feel his breath lightly fanning your face.
“i really don’t know what i’d do if i didn’t have you in my life.”
hello hello💕, could you do one of andrew garfield x actress or model (your choice) !reader, they had a baby girl and said her first word. and they both got excited and proud and started celebrating like little kids and the baby is like 🤨 “tf?” looking at them
idk I think is funny😭
First Word || Andrew Garfield
Andrew Garfield x Wife!Actress!Fem!reader
Summary: Andrew comes home early from one of his movie shoots and to both your and his surprise your daughter ends up saying her first word...
TW: Fluff, Mention of Children/Babies, Kissing
Word Count: 1,175
A/N: This was such a cute fluffy one to write! I’m still getting used to writing RPF of Andrew specifically since I haven’t seen many interviews with him yet so some of this might be a bit freeform and its kinda short so sorry for that as well! Thanks for requesting Anon and hope you enjoy! ALSO LOL I'm dead this was literally the only GIF I could find since none of the gifs I have saved from Tumblr want to upload or work so enjoy fluffy sunflower Andrew!
You glanced over at your beautiful daughter who was currently making a complete mess of your bed as she pushed and pulled the covers, grabbing her teething toys and throwing them about. You just continued to admire and smile at the beautiful creation you and your husband were able to make together, you didn't think it could be done but here you were a year later. It was crazy to think that one year had flew by so fast after having to give up acting so that you could focus on starting a family.
You continued to fold clothes and organize your bedroom while watching her play around and drooling all over the place but at this point, it couldn't be helped.
"Who is my precious little drool monster?" You cooed at her from afar as you slipped a shirt into the dresser drawer.
"You are! You are my lovely honey bee!" Your finger pointing at her and in return she gave you a big toothless smile while she mumbled gibberish at you.
Before you could keep showering your daughter in compliments Andrew entered the room with a bouquet of roses in hand and you immediately smiled as he playfully waltz and skipped his way over to you.
"Hmmm, let me guess, these are for me?" You grabbed the roses while he handed them to you.
"Of course, they are darling but make sure you play nice and share." He said pointing over to your daughter and you giggled at the thought while he leaned in closer to you.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" You asked playfully tapping the bouquet against his chest.
"Oh, of course, how could I ever forget?!" He exclaimed in an exaggerated and dramatic voice as his hand landed on your waist drawing you close and his lips touching yours, a small kiss to greet you hello.
"Mmm...much better, hello to you too hubby," You said with a small giggle as you looked into his eyes pulling away from the kiss.
"I thought you weren't supposed to be home till six?" You questioned while holding the roses close to your chest while Andrew nuzzled his nose against yours. He quickly pulled away and jumped back to a playful tone while looking at his beautiful daughter who was staring him down.
"Filming ended early today and plus I wanted to come home as fast as I could to see my little honey bee." He said approaching the bed and starting to coo at her. He made the cutest faces at your daughter and she just giggled at her father who was completely and utterly in love with her.
"Hmm...and what about honey bee's mama? I would hope she gets some love too no?" You said with a small pout as you walked over to his side and you both were now kneeling down by the bedside while your daughter faced the both of you. She frantically was grabbing toys, throwing them and chewing the living hell out of them.
"I mean obviously you do too my darling. No need to get all jealous now." He said with a chuckle while his hand reached out to your daughter and she grabbed his fingers pulling and pushing them. She was almost about to start using them as a teething toy if Andrew wasn't careful enough.
"Hey, hey now! Daddy's fingers are not a toy, please be careful my little bee." He said in a calm tone as you just giggled alongside the two, watching how gentle he was with the baby meant the world to you and you could tell he loved being a father just by the smile on his face every day when he saw her.
Your daughter in response pulled his fingers even harder and furrowed her little eyebrows and she started to ramble in gibberish once more but in protest as he tried to pull his hand away from her mouth.
"D-d-da..." She started to stutter and both you and Andrew looked at each other in confusion.
"Oh. My. God. Y/N get your phone, I think she is going to say her first word!" He said excitedly and you were smiling with joy running across the room to grab your phone and start recording the moment.
"Go on my love. D-d-da-da!" He tried to help her along in saying the whole word but she still stuttered and struggled, her little lungs breathing in so much air to say one word.
"You can do it bee! Just keep on going!" You encouraged while you held the camera up.
"D-d-d-da-da..." Her lips paused for a second while her lips moved, the word was on the verge of coming out.
"Dada!" Finally, she said her first word and both you and Andrew looked at each other in utter excitement being able to witness the special moment, completely overjoyed.
"I can't believe it darling! She really said Dada!" Andrew exclaimed as he faced you and you dropped your phone to the ground being swept off your feet and lifted up while he spun you around hugging you close.
"Yeah, she really did! Our baby did it!" You said repeating it over and over like a broken record as Andrew held you up in his arms and the two of you were looking at each other celebrating. A little dorky dance together even started to happen, so entertained in celebrating that your daughter was still sitting on the bed witnessing her goofy parents look like complete fools.
You had caught a glimpse of your daughter's face from afar in the middle of your celebration and you broke into a burst of contagious laughter that even Andrew couldn't help himself and he started to look in the direction you were. He saw the funny face your daughter was making at you both, a loud chuckle coming from him. Her eyebrows were furrowed, raised and her eyes were squinted while her lips were in a completely straight line, her face serious and confused at the whole ordeal.
"Y/N is our daughter actually giving us sass right now?" He asked you while the two of you looked at your beautiful bundle of joy and you just couldn't help but smile at the funny expression.
"She probably thinks we are two crazy people." You said motioning to your head with your pointer finger.
"Two crazy people who fell in love and made the most beautiful thing on this earth." He said right back as he turned towards you and looked at your daughter, smiling before kissing your lips quickly and hugging you.
"You're definitely not wrong their honey." You say before nuzzling your nose with his and before you could kiss him again crying and screaming sounds started to fill the room.
"Duty calls..." You sighed pulling away from your husband and chuckling a bit trying to put on a smile as you picked up her up and held her in your arms, her head cuddling up against your shoulder and immediately she calmed down.
"Looks like someone was just jealous and wanted in on the hugging party," Andrew said with a laugh as he opened his arms wider to hug the both of you together as one big and happy family.
summary : Peter has been crushing on you for so long and one day, your mom asked him to watched over you.
dark themed, mentions of stalking, pervert!peter, somnophilia (non-con touching), manipulation, corrupting (innocent!reader), dubcon.
do not read and interact if you’re uncomfortable with these warnings.
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(title edited bc someone’s being pathetic) 💀
Well, Peter is your neighbor. He moved when he started college and you were more than happy to have a friend at the same age as you. And that's why your mum trusted him to babysit you while she's away.
But what you didn't know was that Peter is deeply in love with you, he's smitten to you. The way you smile at him as you greeted him, the way your scent would filled his nose whenever you walked by him and the way you could bring out the best of him without you knowing. But his favorite part of you is your innocence, your purity that you don't even realized it.
And now, watching over you, looking after you, making sure you're safe becoming his new favorite thing. He secretly thanking your mum.
It started by a little harmless crush. He loved your attention, your affection for him. He loved how you successfully made him all flustered.
But you also didn't know that everyday, he would swing over your place to see what you were up to, he would took pictures of you doing every activities then he would make a collection of it in his room. That's why whenever you hung out at his place, he'd never invited you into his room.
->
"I'm sorry my mum made you stay with me.. I know today could've been your relaxing day.."
"Hey hey it's okay Y/n. Don't feel bad I'm fine with it, besides I could save some more money from this" He put his hands on your shoulders to reassure you.
"But to be honest I don't get why I still need someone to watch over me- I mean.. I'm 19!" You pouted,
"You never know that danger can happen any time, so I understand why she's protective over you," You melted at his sweet smile.
“Thank you for understanding Peter and for not make me embarrassed..” You laughed at the last part.
“It’s all fine, silly” He joined your laughter, pulling you into a tight hug.
Then it hits him. The smell of your hair, the heat of your body radiating to him and the way your chest pressed up against his making him gripped your waist tighter, he sighs letting his hands fall down to your bottom.
->
It was 10 in the night. Peter had finished accompanying you with your usual activities for the whole day. He was getting ready for bed, it was raining outside so it’s kind of a bit chilly.
Until he heard a knock on his door. Opening it just to find you in your pajamas, face filled with worries.
“Uhm- Peter I’m sorry if I disturbed you- But uh- The thunder is getting so loud and I’m scared- Can I sleep with you tonight?” He chuckles a bit, you were a blabbering mess.
“Yeah sure Y/n. Come in.”
You stepped inside as Peter closed the door.
“This is so embarrassing- I’m sorry..” You said nervously.
“No it’s okay, I got you Y/n. Now go to sleep, take the blanket it’s chilly.” He guides you to the bed, before hopping beside you.
“Thank you Pete.”
“Don’t mention it” He smiles, making sure you’re comfortable.
You were quick to sleep. But Peter couldn’t sleep, he’s not even sleepy anymore. Not when you, his angel, sleep next to him in the same bed.
“You’re gorgeous, angel.” He said as he came closer to you, your back were facing him so he must leaning forward to see your face.
He smiles to himself as he watched you, he felt so lovesick. He pressed a kiss on top of your head smelling his favorite scent from your hair.
“I love you so much angel you have no idea.”
He runs his fingers through your hair, immediately pulling away from you once you shifted in your sleep, but only to turn around to him.
“Hm.. you feel my touch, don’t you darling? Even in your sleep.” He chuckles, you’re made just for him.
But then his eyes fell to your exposed cleavage through your pajamas top, he bit his lip at the sight.
“You won’t believe me if I tell you how sexy you look right now” He was praying it wouldn’t bothered him, but it did. He could feel his cock now growing.
“Such a pervert.” He laughed to himself, but stopped once you move again, only to exposed more skin to him.
“Y/n..” He whispers, his cock now fully hard in his sweatpants.
He stares at your face for awhile, getting more turn on at the sinful thoughts of you.
Peter decides to make an action, taking a risk. But if this what he could only get, it’d be worth it, for him atleast. He brings his hand up to the bottons of your shirt, eyes checking repeatedly if you’re still remain asleep. Then he starts to unbuttoned it.
He holds out his whimper as your uncovered breasts now full out in display for him. God, he wanted to squeeze them in his hands.
Peter pulled down his sweatpants a little bit, enough to freed his cock. He spat on his hand before gripping himself, starting to stroke it, his other hand was groping your perky tits. Fingers twirling your nipples until they’re hardening.
“Fuck.. I wished I could fuck you so good right now..” He grunted stroking himself faster as he watched your sleeping face.
“You look so hot, baby” He cried out as he pleasuring himself.
He carefully got on top of you, not wanting to wake you up. Then he kneel over your chest, bringing his cock closer to your face as he still jerked himself.
“I’m so close baby, lemme cum in your mouth yeah?” He talked as if you were awake. He works your mouth open with his tip and when he succeeded he pushed only his tip into your mouth as he rocked his hips.
He keeps his groan as quiet as possible as spurts of cum coming out of his tip, he gripped the headboard as he spilled his cum inside your mouth. He watched you instinctively swallowed everything that lands on your tongue.
“Fuck. I’m so fucked.” Peter grunts as he pulled away from you, a little bit of cum dripping onto the corner of your mouth.
He buttons your shirt back, before redressing himself and going to sleep.
->
In the morning, you wake up and didn’t find Peter in the bed with you, he must’ve awake early.
You felt so thirsty, so dehydrated as your throat felt so dry. You go downstairs to grab yourself a glass of water.
“Y/n, how was your sleep?” A deep voice startling you, there he is, setting a breakfast on the dining table.
“It was good. Thank you Pete.”
He shots you a sweet smile. And as he watched you drink your water, his mind drifted to the last night event- the sinful thing he did to you-
“Peter? Are you okay?” With a snap of your fingers, he’s brought back to the reality.
“Y-yeah I am- I’m sorry I spaced out sometimes” You nodded at him,
“Well. What plans do you have to do today, Y/n?”
->
You huffed in annoyance as you finished the last sentence of your homework, finally.
You rest your head on the seat, relaxing yourself until a soft knock on your door.
"Hi Y/n, you've done your homework?" Peter asked as he stood in front of your door, peeking his head in.
"Yeah yeah don't worry.. I'm so done with them" He chuckles at your answer,
"Aww it's okay. By the way, are you hungry? I could order a pizza for dinner, if you'd like to."
You chipped happily when you hear "pizza" your stomach growling in hunger.
"Yes of course! Let's go downstairs and order a pizza!" You ran a little downstairs making Peter laughed.
—
You two sat on the couch, watching some show on the tv as you eat dinner in silence. Until steamy scene appears in the screen and you coughed.
"Are you okay? You want me to change it?" Asked Peter worriedly, searching for the remote.
"No no! it's okay.. I just- It's just.. kinda embarrassing" You whispered the last part, your face heated.
"I understand. If it makes you-"
"No I meant it's embarassing because I've never experienced it before! And I'm ashamed of myself" You slapped a hand over your mouth, realizing what you just said, your face reddening.
"Oh."
You mentally slapped your face.
"I know it's weird.."
"No it's okay, I don't take it as a weird thing. I mean not everyone has experience it and it's totally okay."
Silence.
"Why don't you c'mere Y/n?" You look up at him in confusion as he pulled you closer, guiding you over his lap.
"W-what-"
"Shh.. It’s gonna be okay. I just want to show you some stuff" You sit on his lap, you didn't know what to do and what he was doing.
Peter stares at you intently, before he brings up his hand to your face, tucking your hair to your ear and caressing your cheek with his fingers.
"So.. I'm guessing you've never even have your first kiss yet?" You shook your head at his question, he runs his thumb over your bottom lip, tugging it open.
"Why?"
"I- I don't know- I just don't know how to do it and I don't want it to be awkward.." He hummed at your answer, then you feel his thumb entering your mouth slowly.
He watches you accepting him, he pushed his thumb deeper into your mouth, testing your gag reflex, he groans when he felt your hot tongue under his skin.
You gagged when he touched the back of your throat. He’d noted that.
Your saliva trailing down his thumb as he pulled it out, his cock twitched in his pants at the sight of you.
"What if I say that I want to kiss you? I've been wanting to kiss you since forever.. I want to be your first kiss." Your breath hitched in your throat at his request. But you nodded.
Peter wastes no time to smashed his lips over yours, and you were right, you didn't know what to do. But again, he'd happily teaches you.
"Open your mouth. Follow my move." You did as he says and let his tongue in, exploring the inside of your mouth. Moaning into the kiss when you started to move too.
His hands roaming around your body, guiding your hips to move against him. He grunted when he felt himself growing harder.
"Peter- C-can't breathe-" You panted, breaking the kiss.
"Sorry, you're just so pretty" He chuckled when he saw you blushing.
His hands slid into your skirt, grabbing your ass as he moved your hips against him, you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.
"Peter don’t- I- I feel tingly.. And this hard thing keep pressing on me-" You bit your lip feeling weird in your stomach as Peter keep rocking you.
"It's okay. I'll make the tingles go away" He stifled his groan as he felt wetness starting to stained his jeans.
He pushed your skirt up to your stomach revealing your wet girly panties, he knew it, you would wear something like this.
"P-peter what are you d-doing?" You questioned at his hand pushing your underwear aside.
"I said I'll make the tingles go away, princess." He smiles at you, his fingers gathering your slick, his thumb rubbing your bud.
"But I- Oh- stop please!" You tried to pushed his hand away, but he doesn't budge.
"Why? What's wrong? It'll feel good when someone rubbed your clit, baby. I could make you feel good"
"But this is so wrong.." You suppressed a whine as he keeps rubbing you.
"No it's not. It is so right Y/n, we were meant to do this. It feels good, isn't it?" Tears gathered up in your eyes as he pushed a finger into you with no warning, making you arched your back.
"Y-yes but- oh!" You held onto his shoulders as his finger gets deeper inside you, you let out a moan as he curled it making you pulse uncontrollably.
"No buts darling, relax and enjoy it." He kissed your cheek, distracting you as he entered a second fingers, trying to scissors them inside you to stretch you out.
"Jesus Christ. You're tight." He pointed at the way your walls swallowed and gripped his fingers tightly inside you, he wonders how his cock would fit in you.
"P-peter.." Without realizing, you were moving on your own, trying to fuck his fingers as they keep hitting the unfamiliar spot inside you.
"Oh! I- I'm- Ah!"
"Cum baby, let go for me. Squeeze my fingers and coat them." His name came out of you as a moan as you let your body take control of you, you didn't know what was happening, you never felt like this before but it feels so good.
Peter groans as he can feel your juices spilled out and drenching his fingers, and his pants.
He pulled them out of you, bringing them up into his mouth, your body were feeling weird as you watched him sucking erotically.
"Fuck Y/n. You're too good for me. Even too good for your own." You don't know what he meant by that.
He lifted you up to unbuckle his jeans, freeing his aching cock. It was so hard and painful, precum leaking out of it. Peter look at your reaction, seeing your face burned in embarrassment, he was sure that this was your first time seeing dick.
"Peter I don't know-"
"Shh.. It's okay. I need to be inside you so bad right now. Don't worry your pretty head, this will feel better than before. You're gonna be okay, you'll feel good." He said as he rubbed his swollen tip against your sensitive clit, lightly bumping to your opening, You squirmed but his other hand held you tight.
“Pete- Oh! Oh my god Peter!” You dropped your head at his shoulders, grabbing his shoulders hardly as he pushing himself inside you, stretching you out wider.
“Shh shh.. It’s okay it’s okay you’re doing so good, baby.” He massaged your hip as he entered you slowly, you were so tight he barely halfway inside you and you already pulsating so hard unsure how to accept him.
He spreads your legs wider before thrusting upwards and slamming your hips down onto him, your cries and whines turning him on so much. He gasped as he bottoms out inside you, your walls trying to accommodate his size.
“Hey baby, you did it! You’re so so good to me..” He kissed your tears stained face to calm you from the pain.
“Peter it hurts..” You sobbed as he kissed away the tears.
“I know baby I know. I’ll give you time and let you adjust, okay? It’ll feel good soon.” He tried his best to not take you rough in the spot, knowing this was your first time. But the way your walls keep clenching and pulsing around him making him want to lose his control.
When he saw you relaxing a little bit he started to move your body, meeting his thrusts. And in a matter of minutes you were no longer crying from pain.
“It’s good- S’good Peter-”
“That’s it, baby. Keep riding me like that.” You slowly moving on your own, bouncing up and down on his cock, he let you finding your comfortable pace, he wanted to make you feel good.
“I- Peter p-please-”
“Hm? Already s’cockdrunk f’me?” He kissed you, hands grabbing and spanking your ass before he gives you what you want.
“Please! Ah- it’s s’good!! ‘m feeling s’good Peter!” You moaned louder as his cock gets deeper and deeper inside you, hitting the many uncovered spots inside you that you didn’t know you had.
“Fuck Y/n- Can feel you clenching so much around me, gonna cum sweet thing? Cum f’me, milk my cock.” He helped you reach your high with rubbing your clit, making your body shaking on top of him.
You came with a scream of his name, crying out and holding onto him for a support as your whole body shaking.
“Fuck fuck fuck. I’m gonna fill you up, baby. Fuck!”
Peter gripped your waist tightly, leaving a mark of his hands as he finished deep inside you, filling you up with ropes of his thick cum, painting your walls white. He panted heavily as he emptied himself. This was the best Peter ever had, he’s sure of that.
He look at your worn out figure, your body were still shaking from the amount of cum he’d fucked in you. From the new feeling he gave you. He lifted your face up, kissing you lovingly muttering “you did so well, love” over and over again.
“Peter- W-what just happened?” You whispered under your unsteady breaths.
“You just had your first experience, my sweet princess.”
Peter now owns your purity, innocence forever. He’d held onto that title with a pride.
You’re a good girl which means you take what your lover has to offer [PURE SMUT]
A/n: This is my first ever fic so please be kind with me! If you enjoyed, then reblog, I’d really appreciate that! This is an aged up tasm!Peter Parker x Reader fic but honestly can be read as any Peter Parker. MINORS DNI
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You smirked as you pulled one of Peter’s hands to your already dripping pussy, he easily slid two fingers inside, making you tilt your head to the side, a moan erupting from your lips.
He came down to kiss your neck with passion, his thumb beginning to rub against your sensitive clit as he thrusted his long, thick fingers inside of you. Peter left love-bites on your skin as his fingers picked up the pace, your eyes closing from the feeling whilst your hand moves down to the large tent pitching in his jeans.
"Mine." He growled as he suckled against your skin again, moving his free hand down to pull down his jeans with your help whilst continuing to pump his fingers inside of you, causing intense pleasure to rocket through your body.
Once Peter’s jeans and boxers were pulled off, his cock sprang free, long and thick, the veins and ridges adorning it making your mouth water. He pumps his fingers into you a few more times before pulling back, “you going to take care of me, my love?” He asks, his eyes clouded with lust as his chest rose up and down fast.
You nodded, kneeling down and taking his large member into your hands, you licked his tip before plunging in, starting to suck hard and fast on his length.
Peter, threw his head back and groaned, gripping your hair and pushing you further so you could try and get it down your throat. Sure enough, he could feel you meeting that requirement as you skillfully kept bopping you head, your throat muscles being stretched by his thickening member.
"Fuck, keep going" He growled as he felt his cock twitch inside of your mouth, your hands come up to play with his balls, continuing to suck at his head and not before long he’s moaning, bucking his length into your mouth as his hand comes to cup your head.
Peter’s head gets thrown back and he groans as he finally releases deep within your throat, and you take everything he has to offer like a good girl. You pulled back and looked up at him, a bit of drool hanging down from where you opened your mouth to show him you’ve taken what he’s had to offer and he smiles, leaning down to take your lips into his own.
“Hop on, it’s my turn to give you a treat now” Peter speaks, his voice low and husky as he points his head to the table you were sat on mere seconds before when he was fingering you and boy does he give you a treat when you do hop on.
andrew garfield smut where he fucks y/n in the bathroom of an award show bc she’s been bratty all night (y/n isn’t a celeb !)
WHEW! i've been waiting for some andrew smut this is perfect! thank you, anon! i'm a whore for andrew calling me 'love' :) this is the only gif i could find of him at an award show, not mine!!
award - a.g.
SUMMARY: you love to tease until he puts you at a loss for words.
WARNINGS: smut; vaginal penetration, fingering, oral (f and m receiving), slight degrading, slight dom/sub vibes, creampie, hair-pulling, sugar daddy!vibes, choking, creampie 18+ MINORS DNI
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MASTERLIST
"What do you think you're doing, darling?" Andrew whispered in your ear with a smile displayed on his face for the flashing cameras. Reporters constantly yelled for their attention, but nothing took his focus off of how you adjusted your dress so your cleavage was more revealed.
You smiled innocently at him, ensuing a collection of "aw's" from the crowd of paparazzi. "What? I can't love on my boyfriend?" You rubbed his arm and planted a kiss on his jaw.
He took you by the hand and led you further down the carpet to other photographers. "You know, love," he smiled, waving to a few fans that stood behind the gates. Andrew pulled you to his side and kissed your cheek. "If I knew you were going to act like a little slut in front of everyone, I would've kept you home in bed all night."
, You nervously licked your lip and crossed your legs to hold pressure against your core. You weren't wearing a single undergarment. Andrew was usually a private person, but when you were teasing him like this in public he snapped. He planted a gentle hand on your ass. "Don't think I don't notice you, pretty girl."
"Don't think I don't notice you, either." You glanced down to his lower abdomen, knowing that you'd see a plethora of photos of it tomorrow.
Andrew's jaw clenched as his smile suddenly disappeared, tightening his grip on you. "Smile for the photos, baby." You leaned your head on his shoulder. He painfully smiled again and began to walk away again to hide his hardening length from the cameras. "Come on," you laughed and slurred. "We're not leaving already, are we?"
He took you away from the cameras and finally into the gala. You noticed that wherever he was going, it was away from the crowd of people and the red carpet and towards the bathroom. "What, you couldn't wait until we got home?" You bit down on your bottom lip and smirked.
You noticed multiple flashes coming from behind you as Andrew covered your frame with his. You stumbled into the bathroom as Andrew locked the door shut. "All your games, angel," he caressed your cheek and pinched your bottom lip between his thumb and finger. "Loss for words?"
Taking his thumb into your mouth, your swirled your tongue around him and sucked like it was his own cock between your lips. "That's my girl," he whispered before pulling his thumb out and wiping your own spit on your cheek. Andrew fisted his hand in your hair and forced you to bend over the counter, the edge of the marble digging into your hips. You seethed at the pain until he pulled your head up so your ear was at his mouth. "Unless you wanna embarrass yourself, I suggest keeping quiet."
You nodded and felt his hand creeping over your waist, holding together the dress you wore. "I bought this, didn't I?" Andrew admired the fabric. He remembered how his wallet hurt after the purchase but he'd spend anything for his girl. "So beautiful," he wouldn't tear it off, not when he'd take you back outside to the award ceremony. Instead, he carefully peeled it off of you so the cold air hit your back and chest. "But I like you more without."
The dress was left in a clump on the floor as Andrew ran his hands over your hips and waist. You heard him fall to his knees on the floor before you suddenly felt a warmth spread between your legs. His tongue glided through your folds, working from your clit to your puckered hole. "Fuck, Andrew!" You whined, trying to hold your head up.
Andrew pinched the back of your thigh, but you only squealed louder. His lips wrapped themselves around your clit, and the added pressure only made your knees buckle. The only thing holding you up was Andrew. He moaned against you and slid his first finger through your hole. His fingertip brushed against the spongy spot inside you when he curled it, adjusting his position so he could fit two.
"I want more," you moaned while biting down on your own hand.
"What was that?" Andrew smiled, his tongue still lapping at your clit. "This isn't enough for you, darling? You still want more?" He added a third finger and could feel you stretching around him, your whines bouncing off the walls of the bathroom. Andrew pulls himself away from you, "I buy you all these pretty dresses. Look at the crystals on your neck," he pulled on the necklace you were standing up against him. "And you still want more."
You looked deeply into his eyes and bit down on your bottom lip. His hand crept around your stomach and between your legs where he pinched your clit with his thumb and finger covered in your slick. "I want more," you nodded with a bratty smile.
Andrew smiled back before pulling your hands behind your back to unbuckle his belt. You struggled to do so without looking as he threw off his jacket and unbuttoned his dress shirt. "My perfect girl," he moaned when you turned around discarded him of his clothing until you held his length in your palm. You could barely even wrap your fingers around him to touch. "Use your mouth, darling."
You slipped down onto your knees and tightly parted your lips, taking his cock in between them. As you licked the underside of his shaft, gently sucking with Andrew's tip hitting the back of your throat, it burned your eyes to look up at him through heavy eyelids. His thumb caressed your bottom lip as his hips pushed forward only the slightest bit, causing tears to pool and fall down your cheeks.
"Don't worry, angel, I've got you," Andrew cooed as he lifted you up and set you back on the counter with your stomach and hips digging back into the marble again. "You think they'll hear you, baby?" He smirked while sliding himself through your folds, gathering your slick all together and prodding against your opening. "Not that it matters anyway. Let them know you're mine, right?"
He slipped himself inside, just so slowly that you could feel every vein and groove on his length. Andrew could feel you stretching over him, your walls like warm velvet that was so deliciously inviting. He was plunging deeper and deeper into the water until he found solace in the depths of you, his tip bruising your cervix.
"Oh," you curled your lips, eyes gazing into his. Not once did he look away as his pace started to quicken until the sounds of you two were echoing throughout the locked bathroom. You could only imagine the looks of people outside. "Andrew-" Your moan was cut off with his hand wrapping itself around your neck and squeezing.
"I don't wanna hear it," his eyes turned dark. "Good girls don't tease, 'specially not in public. Right, darling?" You nodded with tears flowing from the corners of your eyes. "So are you a good girl?" With his cock repeatedly drilling into you, his hand blocking any oxygen to your lungs, and his other hand firmly digging into the skin of your hip, it was all becoming too overwhelming. You shook your head. "Don't you want to be my good girl?" He cooed.
You nodded as your legs began to shake and the only thing holding you up with the pressure of Andrew against you. "Can I cum, please?" You struggled to say. It came out as a muted whimper.
"Already, princess?" He teased, suddenly slowing his thrusts to an agonizing pace. When he was barely sheathed inside you, not even an inch surrounded by you, he'd slowly force himself back inside until you were stretched by his girth, over and over and over again. "If you want to be my good girl, don't you think you should cum with me?"
Your eyes squeezed shut as you whined, soon to feel a pinch on your thigh. "Shut it," Andrew snapped, his hips starting to move faster again. "I don't wanna hear a single sound from you," with his hand moving from your neck to your mouth, and the other one twisting around your waist down to your clit, you could tell he was getting close. His movements were more staggered and his lips parted open.
Unable to make any sound, your arms started to violently shake and your legs were pulsing against the counter. Your orgasm was an overwhelming hot bliss, like you were resting on an open oven. It came in waves, your warmth surrounding Andrew completely.
You were shuddering uncontrollably underneath him, screaming behind Andrew's hand, and heart pounding when you heard his broken moan echo through the bathroom instead of your own.
You felt the white, hot, sticky mess inside you coat both you and your husband, spilling out onto his base and dripping down your thighs. "What a mess," he cooed, swiping his finger through the mixture and rubbing it flat on your tongue. Andrew smiled, "There's my girl." as you swallowed it.
As he pulled away from you, leaving you empty, he went to grab a napkin from the counter and carefully cleaned you up. You were swollen red between your legs and he knew that your limp wouldn't go unnoticed. "So good for me," he kissed a spot on your thigh that he'd pinched.
He clothed himself and gently grabbed the delicate fabric of your dress and pulled it over your body, buttoning the back so you were covered again. "What're you smiling at, beautiful?" He blushed.
You were grinning drunkenly at him, swinging your arms around his neck and pulling him forward for a kiss. "I love you," you murmured against his cheek. For a moment, you completely forgot you were in the bathroom of the Oscars.
"I love you, too, pretty girl," he chuckled and brushed your distressed hair behind your ear. “Come on, sweetheart, we’ve got the rest of the show.” You were snapped back into reality, suddenly remembering the crowd of paparazzi that had been outside when you and Andrew snuck into the bathroom.
