netflix releasing an entire season of a series in one sitting is just.... exhausting? there’s this sort of rush where everyone needs to watch the show asap otherwise 1) you’ll get spoiled 2) everyone will make gifs faster than their own shadow 3) you really don’t get inspiration to make something nice because you consumed the media so quickly that you almost immediately forget what you watched
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pairing(s): andrew garfield!peter parker x fem!reader
summary: you're trying to wait patiently until peter is done with his work but you just really want him to touch you
warning(s): 18+ content, fingering and unedited work
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You sat in Peter's lap picking at the end of your tennis skirt trying desperately not to move too much on his lap.
You watched him write down math problems on the paper you could hardly understand and all you wanted to ask was for him to touch you.
You were afraid to sound too needy though, too touch starved and you hated when you sounded that way so you kept your mouth shut trying to wait patiently until he was finished though you had been sitting here for what felt like hours and your wetness was getting too much to bare you could just get up and scream for him to fuck yo-
"Can you stop moving?" He asked though his voice almost sounded as if he was teasing you.
His hands were on your waist stopping you from squirming in his lap. Your eyes were wide as you avoided his gaze. It wasn't that you thought he would judge you or anything it was just-
You didn't know why you were being such a baby you could just ask him to touch you and he would probably say yes but you were so nervous and you weren't really experienced in this whole thing.
"Did you hear me?" You looked at him realizing he had said something that you hadn't listened to because you were too busy wallowing in your horniness.
"I'm sorry what?" You managed to get out he leaned closer to your ear "I said you're soaking up my pants" You practically jumped off his lap looking and realizing oh fuck there was a wet spot on his pants.
You wished the floor could just swallow you up.
You let out an embarrassed squeal covering you face but he only laughed grabbing your hands pulling it away from your face.
"It's okay Y/N" he said softly once he saw your face again "It's okay to be needy" his nose bumped against yours as his voice soothed you just a bit. "Do you want me to help you?"
You bit your lip nervously, your teeth dig into your skin until his thumb pulled your lip from your teeth running his thumb over your bottom lip "I hate it when you do that" he mumbled softly "Do you want me to help you? Do you?"
"Y-yeah" you gulped as he gave you a kind smile and you found yourself wondering how you were blessed with such a wonderful boyfriend.
"I will never understand why you're so nervous around me" he turned you around sitting you back on his lap just the way you were before "I've touched you plenty of times" he teased tickling your sides.
He pushed up your skirt spreading your legs causing them to fall around his thigh "Is this okay?" He asked like he had done so many times before not moving until he got your answer.
"Yes" you breathed out.
His fingers slid over the crotch of your panties causing you to gasp slowly. He placed soft kisses on your jaw while he massaged your clit through the soft material. He smiled as he heard soft whimpers leaving your pretty lips.
He would never get tired of listening to the sweet noises you make.
He pushed your panties to the side shoving a finger inside you and you let out a moan "Peter"
"Hmmm yes?"
"More" he chuckled pushing another finger inside you, you threw your head back against his shoulder giving him more access to your neck. He sucked onto your skin "Fuck" you pushed back against his hand that was quickly pushing his fingers in and out of you.
Your hand reached around digging in his hair your eyes closing as he dragged all the sweet noises out of you.
"You never have be afraid to ask" he mumbled into your ear fingerfucking you harder "I'll always touch you" he kissed your temple "I'll always fuck you" His fingers hit your g spot as he rubbed your clit harshly. You back arched at the feeling clenching around his fingers "All you gotta do is ask"
You felt your orgasm approaching "Peter I-"
"I know"
The room was filled with your soft whines and moans and the sound of your wetness. Stars filled your vision as you came on his fingers.
He fucked you through your high before he stopped letting you catch your breath pressing light kisses along your face telling you how amazing you are.
You bit into your lip running your fingers through his hair "You wanna play a game?" He asked and you hummed lightly looking at him over your shoulder seeing a smirk playing on his lips.
"Like what Parker?"
"Let's see how many times I can make you cum before I finish this paper" he tapped his pencil on the desk raising his eyebrows. "Unless you're too chicken and just can't handle it" he teased his thumb flicking over your clit and you scoffed "You challenging me?"
"Yep"
"You're on, I can fucking handle it"
"Sure you can"
a/n: omg im actually proud of this fic- it's been a long time since i wrote a smut so imma little rusty so this might be trash but tell me what you think and feel free to request. reblogs and comments are appreciated.
peter is disastrously bad at talking about how he feels. friends to lovers!
NOTE: tysm @gotkindabored for helping me post this, and also being all-around lovely! pls go easy on me, im VERY rusty :)
“Hey you,”
She hears it from the familiar corner of her bedroom, one that she’s used to. He sounds hoarse and out of breath, and his suit is slick with rainwater. She looks beautiful, of course. There isn’t a moment of the day she doesn’t steal his breath.
“Peter,” she says, voice low and careful, but even still- he can hear the honey-sweet affection his name is spoken through, “You’re early tonight, huh?”
He cracks a smile, and looks her over- he can’t help it.
He fell on her fire escape, one night. Her crappy college apartment, a shared place with her own room. It was months ago, feels like decades now. Of course, he knew who she was before that night. He knew she was the kind girl, who smiled at him every time she passed him in the hallways. He’s had a crush on her since was ten, when she offered him a chocolate bar the day after Halloween, when Aunt May had just packed a granola bar.
And when they got older- all through high school, he never had the nerve to say a damn word to her. And the worse thing about it was, she became his friend. Became close enough to him that he could memorize the curve of her lips just from the sheer amount he’s stared at them, close enough that her fingers brushed his enough times when seated next to each other, it was torture to consider if he’d ever get to be the one to interlock them. He’d wanted to tell her, planned on it, thought about it every single day.
She only found out about Spider-Man when he’d fallen on her fire escape.
She’s gorgeous, he observes, in the low light of her bedroom. Her eyes are the prettiest thing he’s ever seen, and they never get less remarkable of a sight, even when he comes here almost every night. He peers at her with an adoring gaze, one that he’s sure can’t be too subtle.
What can he say to that? The sun has barely set, and their little pattern they have, of coming to her after a patrol to eat microwaved ramen and watch some show on Netflix, was all he thought about all week?
“I guess I’m getting lazy,” he quips, with a half upturned smirk, before sitting on her bed, “You wanna watch a movie or something?”
“How was your day?” She asks, her voice a sweet call of sympathy. She worries for him, which fills him with a selfish sense of rapture.
She worries for me.
“It was great, I just wanted to get it over with though. I’ve been thinking about getting a chance to sit down with you for a bit since first thing this morning.”
Did he reveal too much? He worries that every time he opens his mouth with her. It’s a miracle that she hasn’t realized how desperately into her he always has been.
The mask has been off since he entered the room, but when he is sat beside her, is when she combs through his tousled hair with her delicate fingers.
She smells like a rose.
It’s an ache, to want her like this. A little tragedy he carries around with him every day in his pocket, a bit of pain to sit beside him on the subway. Someone once told him that unrequited love was like an affection never known to its’ fullest.
He can’t imagine wanting her any more than he does now.
It’s a nice night. The rain made the swinging a bit more inconvenient, but honestly, it just made coming back to her that much warmer of
He studies her face, can’t seem to stop as she rushes around trying to find her remote to her shitty little TV she’s got propped up on her shelf. She’s got the prettiest eyes he thinks have ever existed, and the adorable way she crinkles her nose has him held in something of a trance.
When she finds it, she sits next to him. Actually, her thigh is touching his, and her Iron Man blanket draped over the two of them when she starts a film.
He tries to focus on the movie. It does not work.
In his defense, she’s very distracting, Her hair is up in the most adorable bun he’s ever seen, and she’s distracting, okay? Every moment he’s around her feels like she’s a magnet pulling him in, a force keeping her in his orbit.
Then, he notices it.
She’s wearing his sweatshirt.
And it’s like he can’t breathe, and it’s so fucking stupid, but- he left it here months ago. Didn’t even mean to, just brought it as a change of clothes so he’d be more comfortable than he usually is in his suit.
But she’d washed it, kept it, and worn it, and his brain is so fucking cruel to him. If he was her boyfriend, he’d give her all of his sweaters, tease her about it but still get to marvel that the woman he adored- she would be his.
“You okay?” he hears her say, her voice cracking through the haze of desperation he’s trapped himself into.
“I,” he can’t think of what to say. His throat feels dry, feels like it’s frozen. Everything he wants to say could break what the little haven he’s got now. And where would he be then, without her? Still, loving her feels inevitable, and he can’t not say what he wants. “You’re wearing my sweatshirt.”
She preens. She preens.
If she were his, she’d have million reason to swoon. He’d be the best boyfriend he could ever be, if it meant seeing that look on her face.
It’s a glimpse into another life. A life where she’d be his to hold, his to touch, where she’d seek out his clothes when his own presence could not be found, and god, Peter would give anything to have her want him even half as much as he craves her.
“Yeah, is that okay? I can give it back.” Her voice is shaky and uncertain.
Don’t give it back. Keep it. Keep me.
“You look beautiful in it,” he murmurs, and fuck, he usually manages a joking tone when he says the things he means. But somehow, she’s gotten close to him, so close that she’s looking up at him with those eyes he keeps falling for, so close that her lovely fingers actually are on top of his now.
Her magnetic pull is not always one he can resist.
“Thank you,” she replies, voice so low that its’ almost a whisper, almost reverent. She’s unsure of herself. She pulls back a fraction of an inch, and he follows to meet the gap, because now he can smell the hot chocolate on her breath, close enough to her lips that leaving feels like a crime to his own self-preservation.
“We can change the movie-“
“Kiss me,” he whispers, more of a thought turned to sound than an intentional action, but he wants it, wants it like her orbit is pulling him, like the universe at large is begging for it to happen.
Drunk on how close she is, he cups the side of her face with one hand. He’s so fucking glad he remembered to wear his normal clothes under his suit to hang out because feeling her face in his hand without the gloves is pretty close to what salvation feels like.
“Please,” he says, “Kiss me.”
It happens slow, slower than he ever would have thought, but then again, he never thought this would happen in the first place. She pulls in and his breathing gets heavier, and it’s everything he’s ever wanted and yet more than he could’ve expected.
She tastes like cherry chapstick and her a taste he can’t seem to get enough of.
When she pulls away, she doesn’t get far- one of his hands is still on the side of her face, the other on her waist. God, did he never expect this.
He certainly couldn’t have predicted what she’d say, with her forehead pressed to his, the two of them slowly pursuing air again.
➵ summary: The Marauders hold a silent grudge against you for falling in love with the younger Black, until one day everything comes out in an argument, and Sirius has no choice but to find his brother, and see for himself how much he loves you.
➵ word count: 2k
➵ tw: swearing, arguing, panic/ anxiety, slut shaming
➵ a/n: lowkey kinda proud of this? pulled this idea outta my ass while zoning out at work and had to write it as soon as I got home lol. anyway, im on a real writing kick right now I have so many ideassss! happy reading xo MIZ
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You never spoke of your relationship to your friends.
They never asked questions when you would leave, saying you had plans, they didn’t approach you when they’d spot you hand in hand in the halls, a bright smile beaming on your face.
But you saw the resentment.
You saw Sirius grit his teeth anytime his name would accidentally slip past your lips.
You saw Remus’ eyes fall when he saw you with him in the courtyard.
You saw James’ fake smile when you’d show him your new jewelry and dresses that he knew you didn’t buy for yourself.
You heard the girls’ disapproving whispers when you’d leave your dorm to meet him.
It broke your heart every time. You wished to be able to talk freely about your love without feeling guilty, you wanted to bring him to your weekly game nights, you wanted to go to Hogsmeade during Christmas with everybody and get butterbeers and giggle as snowflakes clung onto all your eyelashes. You wanted to share that community with him.
But you loved Regulus more than any of those things.
The way his slender fingers soothed your sore muscles at the end of a long week, the way his soft lips felt on yours, the way he never spoke in anything but a gentle tone with you, the way his eyes looked at you with so much adoration you think you might melt.
That was all so much more to you than anything your friends could offer.
You loved them, with every fiber in your being you loved them so much, but they just couldn’t compare to your Regulus.
“What are you doing today, Miss (Y/n)?” James asked as he bounded down the Gryffindor dorm stairs, a smile on his face as he prepared to ask you to spend the day with him and the boys. The girls were shopping in Hogsmeade, you had already declined that invitation earlier in the morning.
“Got plans with Reg, James.” You said, a guilty smile on your face as you chewed on the inside of your lip.
James was the only one you could slightly talk about him with, the only one who would push his feelings for the younger Black aside for your sake, but even then it was barely any.
But you hadn’t realized Sirius and Remus coming down the stairs behind him.
“Spending the day with my little brother?” Sirius asked, his voice sharp.
You nodded. Sinking further into the common room couch, trying so hard to avoid conflict.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He snapped, his voice going lower, his teeth ground together so hard you were worried they might shatter.
“Sirius!” James scolded, lightly shoving his friend’s shoulder.
“No, you know what? I’m so tired of this. I’m tired of keeping my mouth shut for the sake of your stupid feelings when you’re being reckless and stupid!”
“You have no idea what you’re talking about you bloody idiot!” You stood from your sinking position on the couch, the hiding and ignoring was over.
“Of course I do! My little brother won you over with his charming smile and his empty words and I’m sick of it! He’s incapable of love!”
“You’re only proving my point.” You seethed.
“Merlin, you’re so daft you can’t even see what’s right in front of you!” Sirius yelled, his hands running through his hair and over his face as he flailed them around in frustration.
Remus placed a hand on Sirius’ shoulder. “He’s harsh, but he’s right, darling.”
“Oh, fuck off, Remus!” You threw your head back and rubbed harshly at your eyes in frustration. “All of you masking your judgement as just caring about me, it’s bullshit!”
“No, you fuck off!” Sirius’ voice boomed off the walls of the common room, rattling through your ears. “You know what they say about the girls Regulus dates, you know how many times we’ve defended you around the school?!” His chest was heaving and his face was red, and you swore you’ve never been more scared of your best friend in your life. Your chest began to tighten and you felt like even if you tried to speak nothing would come out.
“Sirius-” James warned.
“Shut up, Potter!” He growled before continuing. “Maybe you are just like they say, darling. Maybe you’re just a shallow slut that doesn’t know her left from right-”
Hot tears threatened your waterline and your fingers began to shake.
“Sirius.” James said again, more demanding.
“Maybe you are just a stupid bitch!”
“Sirius!” This time it was James’ turn for his voice to rattle the ears of his friends, he had noticed your state, but it was too late, you were far too gone. Your hands were clutching your stomach, trying desperately to soothe the uncomfortable stress knots that were beginning to form there.
James sent Sirius a glare before standing in front of you, trying his best to soothe your jagged breaths and strangled cries.
“You went too far this time, Pads.” Remus said, using his best disappointed dad voice.
“Love, please calm down, please.” James begged, your hands tight in his but you couldn’t hear him, his pleads went in one ear and out the other. You could barely even register where you were, each word and each movement was warbled.
“(Y/n/n), hey, it’s Rem. Can you look at me, darling?” Remus asked, his voice soothing and soft as silk as he reached out to you, only for you to jerk away from both him and James.
“I was making progress, you git.” James muttered and Remus rolled his eyes.
“Sweetheart, you’ll faint. Please look at me.” Remus tried again, trying his best to ignore the two boys beside him.
But your cries wouldn’t let up, you eventually sank to your knees, your body overcome with exhaustion from your muscles tensing and your whole body trembling, but still, you wouldn’t let them near you, only harshly jerking away and crying harder when they tried to console you.
“(Y/n), please, fuck! Please, you’re scaring us, love.” Remus begged, his own voice beginning to shake at the sight of you.
“Why didn’t you let up when I told you to?!” James turned around and shoved Sirius, sending his back to thud against the nearest wall.
“All you said was my name, how was I supposed to know?!” He argued, his eyebrows furrowing together.
“Oh, your best friend not being able to breathe right in front of you didn’t give you a fucking clue?”
Your cries only worsened as the boys began to scream at each other, cowering away from the scene and closing your eyes and covering your ears.
“Cut it out! Bloody idiots you’re scaring her!” Remus yelled. He was so angry at the carelessness of his two best friends, dragging you through hell.
“Sirius, you need to find Regulus.” Remus said, calmer this time.
Remus held up a finger before his friend could argue, and slowly pointed to your fragile state, completely inconsolable.
And the lightbulb in his brain turned on.
“I need to find Regulus.” Sirius said, not giving the other two a chance to respond before he was out the door. He was so worried it was causing him to feel sick, and although he hated it, Remus was right, he had to find his brother.
The black haired boy flew through the corridors of the castle and into the library, where he thought for sure he’d find him, but to no avail. He groaned in frustration and spun his body around, running once again, towards the courtyard, where he thankfully found him sitting under a tree, nose in a book as he snacked on an apple.
“Regulus.” Sirius breathed, resting his hands on his knees in front of his brother, blaringly aware that your state was only getting worse and worse by the second.
The younger brother looked up, raising one confused eyebrow at the elder’s tired state. “What? Have you come here to-”
“It’s (Y/n).” Was all Sirius had to say before Regulus was up and running alongside his brother to the Gryffindor common room, earning a couple of disapproving looks from the paintings.
Regulus’ heart has never ached more than when he saw you cowered in a corner, eyes screwed shut and hands pressed harshly against your eyes, rocking yourself back and forth as you struggled to breathe.
“Step back, please.” He said, as politely as possible to James and Remus, who immediately obliged. He knew the two were just trying their best to help.
He sat in front of you placing his hands over yours and slowly taking them off of your ears so you could hear his voice.
“Hi, dove.” His voice so gentle and adorning even James felt his heart swell.
You immediately laced your fingers through his, still not opening your eyes, but allowing Regulus to console you.
“That’s it, darling. Doing so well f’me. Can you keep breathing?”
You nodded, trying your best to breathe steady in the hold of your boyfriend.
“There you go, there you go.” He cooed before pressing a kiss to your head and unlinking his fingers from yours so he could pull your slightly shaking frame into his lap, resting his cheek on top of your head. “Keep going, doing so good.” He praised, beginning to gently rock you back and forth.
The three Gryffindors were stunned. He was so gentle, so attentive, so loving with you.
He loved you, he really loved you so much.
And Sirius felt like a proper prick.
Your boyfriend stood up with you in his arms with ease and nodded at the Marauders. “‘Scuse me, gentlemen.”
The three stepped aside and allowed Regulus to take you up to your dorm. They all sat in silence, their thoughts bouncing around their heads a million miles a minute, until Regulus returned, alone.
“She refuses to tell me what happened, which only leads me to believe you thick headed lot said something. So, go on. I’m listening.” He crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows, waiting for an explanation.
“Didn’t say shit that wasn’t true.” Sirius muttered, crossing his arms and huffing like a child.
“Really?” James exasperated, his mouth agape, “After putting her through that nightmare, you’re still going to act this way?!” James scoffed when Sirius didn’t answer, but the brunet boy missed the slightest downturn of guilt on his friend’s lips as he turned to Regulus, telling him everything that happened, Remus chiming in every now and then.
“You are unbelievable, brother.” Regulus spat as soon as the two other boys were finished explaining.
“Didn’t mean to make her cry.”
“Well you did!” Regulus took a step forward as he yelled, causing Sirius to step back. “In fact, you didn’t just make her cry. You gave her a bloody panic attack! Thought I was gonna have to take my poor girl to Madam Pomfrey’s!”
Regulus laughed a humorless laugh, running a pale hand through his thick, black curls.
“All she’s ever wanted is the approval of you three. For you to love and support her. But all she ever gets is head shakes disapproving words and your cold fucking shoulders!” His voice was getting louder with every word he spoke but he didn’t care.
“And look what you’ve done to her!” He gestured up the stairs, the boys didn’t have to see you to know you were a wreck. “And you two aren’t innocent either.” Regulus pointed a finger at Remus and James. “I’d expect more from you two, really.”
“I don’t want any of you trying to talk with her until she’s ready to. And not when she says she’s ready to, when she’s really ready to.”
And with that he turned on his heel and trudged up the stairs, making sure to look back at his brother one last time before disappearing.
If looks could kill, Sirius would be dead.
Regulus opened the door to your dorm as carefully as possible, softly whining at the sight of you curled up in your bed, your face marked with tear tracks and eyes and lips swollen, sniffling.
“My lovely girl.” Regulus crooned as he climbed into your bed with you, holding you against him.
“I just want them to love me.”
His heart sank.
“They do. They have a shitty way of showing it, but they do, so much, angel.”
You nodded, cuddling yourself further into your boyfriend.
“And so do I.”
“I love you more than the world, Reg.”
“I love you more.”
“Not possible.” You said, with just about the quietest voice he’d ever heard as your eyelids began to droop, exhaustion beginning to overtake your body.
