#andrew garfield characters

[boxofbonesfic]

Title: In Forgetting

 Summary: Peter 2 and Peter 3 have some advice for their younger counterpart on how exactly they manage to stay so heroic in the face of all the worst humanity—and more than humanity—has to offer.  

Warnings: Dark, Noncon/Dubcon, Kidnapping, Drugging, Gaslighting, Breeding kink, Mean!Peter, Obsessive!Peter, Voyeurism, Oral (M Receiving), Anal, Smut, PWP, MINORS DNI!

A/N: omg i was not expecting to write this. it kind of all just… poured out. unbeata’d, unedited, but then again, most of my work is. i barely proofread this, i’m sorry. please enjoy! divider by @firefly-graphics​

Swimming back to consciousness was like crawling through dark, sticky molasses. Your mouth tasted of cotton and copper, like you’d bitten your tongue days ago and never rinsed out the blood. Your body felt heavy, and even your breath felt labored, an uncomfortable, invisible weight resting on your chest. 

 Bleary eyed, you stared around the stark, empty room. It was reminiscent of a hotel; plain wooden furniture of little note, and nothing but plain, white walls. There was a large bay window overlooking the city on the other side of the room, lights twinkling far below you in the dark. 

 Where am I?

 You couldn’t remember anything. Well, that wasn’t strictly true—you could remember bits and pieces of the night before, but not many. Clubbing with Tara and Amy—not really your scene, but you still enjoyed getting dressed up, being out. Neon lights flashed in your memory, and underneath the stale taste of old blood like pennies, you could still detect a hint of vodka on your breath, hear raised voices... 

 So what had happened after that? 

Had you gone home with someone after having what had clearly amounted to too much to drink? Had you and the girls somehow booked yourselves into a hotel, drunk as skunks? You’d never really been one for alcohol fueled shenanigans, but… it was Tara’s going away party, perhaps she’d been able to convince you. 

 Either way, there wasn’t much of use in the pitch darkness of your mind’s eye, nothing useful to dredge up. You lifted a hand to your head, intending to brush the curls from your forehead as you sat up, but pressure at your wrists wouldn’t allow you to complete the movement. You looked down, your eyes widening as you took in the rope looped tightly around your wrist, anchoring it to the bedframe. It was white, sticky—like it was made of something other than cloth. A frantic tug at your other arm revealed the same restraints, and with a panicked breath, you began to scream. 

 “Help! Help, please, someone!” You pulled and pulled until your skin began to turn red. “I—I’m trapped, please!” Your voice cracked as you kicked at the sheets covering your legs, exposing your ripped stockings and bruised calves. The blue, babydoll dress you’d worn was dirty, like you’d fallen in it. 

 “Please!”

 There was no answer. Only silence met your increasingly hoarse and panicked calls for help, the skin on your wrists turning raw and swollen as you pulled hard on your restraints. You weren’t sure how long it had been when the wall seemed to slide open like a door, hydraulic hinges hissing as it did so. It had to have been hours, evidenced by the puffy, burning marks on your arms and the sore ache in your throat. 

 “Help me,” you croaked. “Please.” The low, yellow lighting didn’t fully pierce the dim in the hall beyond the room you were in, but if you squinted, you could barely make out three figures, standing side by side in the doorway. 

 “Aww, Pete, look at her. She’s cute.” Something cold pricks at your spine at his words. 

 “He’s got good taste,” said another one, off to the left. “A little young for me, but I’m older than you guys, I think.” There was a clapping sound, like someone being patted on the back, accompanied by the soft exhale of breath. 

 “Thanks guys.” 

 One of the men stepped forward into the light, and rubbed the back of his neck before glancing back at the other two. “Hi. I’m Peter.” You recognized him instantly—this was the same handsome, smiling face that had been plastered all over the news for the past six months. Peter Parker. 

He carded a hand through his curly, chestnut hair, before flashing a smile at you. It didn’t do anything other than fill you with cold dread—these three men had brought you here. 

 “I’m sorry you got so banged up, you fell, and—” He shook his head, cutting himself off. “Anyway, you’re here. That’s what’s important.” 

 “W-where is here?” You asked in a small voice. “Please, I—I just want to go home, Peter—”

 “We all want to go home,” someone snapped at you from the doorway, the scowl evident in their voice. “That’s why you’re here.” 

 “Pete, come on,” Peter replies, and your eyebrows knit together in confusion. “I’m just explaining things.” He turned back to you with an apologetic smile. “Sorry about him. Peter two’s a little… impatient.” He stepped closer to the bed, and your chest tightened with panic. You couldn’t run, couldn’t defend yourself—all you could do was lay there, your chest constricting as the realization dawned—

 Trapped. Trapped like a rat. 

 A man stalked into the room, his arms crossed as he looked at you stoically. He was followed by another, who fixed you with a winning smile. 

 “What’d I say, Pete? Cute.” 

 They’re all Peter?

 The newest addition smiled and winked at you, not breaking eye contact as he settled himself against the wall opposite you. He seemed more charismatic, more friendly than the other two, but there was still an icy sort of detachment behind his eyes that terrified you. You were a means to an end for all of them—but what end?

 Peter one crouched in front of the bed, clasping his hands together. “Listen. I know waking up like this wasn’t fun. We hate seeing you so worked up, but, um, we need you.” 

 “Yeah,” Peter two added sarcastically. “You’re real important.” 

 You swallowed thickly. “Why?” 

 “It’s, well, it’s hard being a super hero,” Peter says quietly. “We have to stay focused, you understand that, don’t you? Can’t be distracted, I can’t have…” He trailed off for a moment, scrubbing a hand down his face. “I can’t be good if I’m distracted.” 

 The other Peters echoed him in a chorus of murmured agreement. 

 “No one understands,” Peter three added. “What it’s like, how heavy it all is… No ordinary relationship can withstand all that. We’ve all seen proof of that.” You didn’t know what he meant, but you didn’t ask—Peter two scared you most of all, the way his eyes raked hungrily down your prone form over and over again as soon as he’d entered the room. 

 Peter one pulled at the sheet you’d tangled your legs in, and you kicked at him. He dodged it easily, clucking his tongue at you. You whimpered as he caught your ankle in an iron grip, his fingers finding the runs in your stockings and tearing at them. 

 “Hey, hey. None of that. When this is over, you won’t even remember,” he chastised you. “Now just be relax. Maybe you’ll even like it.” You didn’t have full use of your arms, but you tried anyway, pulling at the thick, sticky webbing around your wrists until you smelled the copper of your own blood. 

 “Stop—Stop, no—” Through the alarm bells ringing in your mind, you could hear at least one other Peter laughing. 

 “She has fight,” he said. “I like that, but we don’t have time for it.” You felt another set of hands on you, turning your head. “Open up, sweetheart,” Peter two loomed over you, a slim, clear vial in his hand. You pressed your lips together tightly, and he smirked. “Fine by me.” He dug his fingers into your jaw, squeezing until the bones creaked and you gasped with pain. He held your mouth open, pouring the vial down your throat while you sputtered and coughed. 

 It tasted bitter and oily, but as you heaved, Peter three clapped his hand over your mouth, forcing you to swallow down the bitter concoction.

 “What the fuck was that?” You spat, still trying ineffectually to kick at Peter one as he rolled your stockings down your legs, his hands warm on your thighs. 

  “Muscle relaxant. And a few other things,” Peter three answers for him. “I like a girl with a little… bite, but time’s of the essence today, pretty girl.” He tapped you on your nose with the pad of one finger as you gagged again. He winked. “Maybe next time.” 

 It’s effects were almost instantaneous; your head swimming, skin going hot and feverish as three pairs of hands pulled at your clothing. It feels like time has slowed to a trickle, and you struggle weakly as Peter three tugs at the webbing anchoring your wrists to the bedposts. Your head lolled as they leaned you forward, your head settling against Peter one’s chest. You weren’t sure when he’d taken his clothes off, and you can feel the vibration of his laughter against your cheek. 

 “What else did you put in there?” He asked, and though you couldn’t see Peter two, you could practically hear the shrug in his voice.

 “Nothing permanent. Why?” Someone is unzipping your dress, pushing it forward over your shoulders. 

 “She’s flying,” Peter says softly, dragging a finger down your cheek. You could barely hold a thought in your head; it was almost impossible to hear yourself over the rush of blood in your veins, and the thunderous beat of your own heart. Your skin tingled where they touched you, and you whined at the feel of your arms being lifted over your head as they stripped you. 

 Peter one slid a finger underneath your chin, lifting it, and you looked up at him through heavily lidded eyes. “Say you want me to kiss you,” he said softly, his eyes dark and unreadable. There was part of you that wanted to lock your jaw tight, to say nothing—but your body wasn’t taking direction, not from you anyway. Your tongue felt thick and heavy in your mouth, and the words fell sluggishly from your lips, though you would have rather drawn them in and held them there until you suffocated. 

 “I wan’ you t’kiss me,” the words were clumsy, but he groaned anyway,  pressing his mouth hungrily to yours. He tasted you eagerly, sucking on your tongue, nibbling your lips until he broke away with a heavy breath. 

 The warmth at your back, you discovered, was another body—Peter three—who hung his arm over your shoulder as he trailed a series of warm kisses up the side of your throat. 

 “How’s she taste, Pete?” He asked, dropping a hand to your breast to pluck at your nipple. “Sweet? She sounds sweet.” He sucked at your pulse point, worrying your flesh between his teeth while you whimpered. “Soft, too.”

 Peter two grasped your hand, threading his fingers between your own. He guided it down between your bodies, wrapping your loose fingers around his cock. It was half-hard already, a sticky bead of precum hovering on the tip. Peter spread it with his thumb and gripped your hand in his, moving it up and down his shaft in smooth strokes. 

 Your head lolled back against Peter three’s shoulder, staring unseeingly at the ceiling as the two men moved your body how they saw fit. You caught sight of Peter two at the edge of the bed, his expression dark as he fisted his cock in his hand. 

 There were fingers sliding against your panties, pulling them aside to stroke at the lips of your cunt, gliding through the wetness growing there. Everything felt somehow both muddied and painfully clear, the pleasure cutting through the murk of your thoughts like a sharp knife. Dimly, you were aware that you were swimming in and out of consciousness; every time you opened your eyes it was like more time had passed in only an instant. 

 You blinked, and you were on your back, Peter three grinning cheekily at you from between your thighs. You tried to snap them shut around his head, but your body wouldn’t cooperate, your feeble struggle making him smile wider with amusement. 

 “No, don’ wanna,” you mumbled, and Peter two scoffed. 

 “No one asked.” There were more hands, turning your head, and the thick, leaking head of someone’s cock pressed against your lips. You whined in protest, but Peter two’s cold voice silenced you. “Open up. And if you bite me, I’ll break your jaw.” Your feeble denial was lost as he shoved his cock into your mouth as far as it would go, and you gagged wetly on it, spit dribbling down your chin. 

 Your breath hitched in your throat as Peter three suctioned his lips to your clit, sucking hard as your back arched. You gurgled out a sound around his cock, and Peter moaned, drawing out a little before thrusting back in. You managed to suck in a shallow breath around him, your eyes rolling as another Peter sank his tongue into your trembling core. 

 “You’re such a little slut, aren’t you?” He panted, gripping your jaw as he forced his cock wetly into your throat. “And you know how I know?” He leaned over you, his hair falling into his eyes as he continued to push his hips against your face. “I didn’t even give you anything to make you like it.” Peter groaned as he bottomed out, the heavy weight of his sac resting against your chin. “That’s all you.” 

 Tears began leaking down your cheeks, though you weren’t sure if it was the  cruelty of his words, tight shame coiling in your gut at the wet noise coming from between your legs as Peter three lapped at you. Warm tendrils of pleasure spread up your spine. You could barely breathe around the thickness of Peter two’s cock and your head was spinning. Peter three’s fingers poked at your entrance and you huffed through your teeth your hips bucking weakly. 

 “You taste so good, sweetheart,” his praise rose from between your legs to burn shame into your cheeks, even as your cunt tightened around his fingers like a vice. “Knew you would, knew you’d taste like fucking heaven.” He slid into you with ease, curling his fingers against your pubic bone. 

 Spots dance on the edges of your vision as Peter two thrusts erratically into your mouth. It was the lack of air, and the thick weight of Peter’s fingers in your pussy that made you keen and convulse, your body trembling as you cum. Peter two cursed, his grip tightening on your jaw as he grunted low and stilled. His cock throbbed , and you could feel the thick, salty jets of his cum beating against your bruised throat. You thought you might pass out, but then he slipped from between your lips with a satisfied grunt.

  Someone laughed—probably Peter one—as you gasped for air, tears still running freely down your cheeks. Peter three slapped your thigh and looked up at the other two. 

 “She should be ready now. Nice and relaxed.” You weren’t sure why that raised more alarms, your fuzzy brain attempting—and failing—to follow the clues. Arms looped underneath yours, pulling you up to your knees. You grumbled out your discomfort, only to be hushed as Peter one settled himself onto the wide bed. His cock was thick and leaking, the tip an angry red. 

 “Good. I can’t wait anymore,” he said, wrapping his hands around your hips. He tugged you forward, and if it wasn’t for him, you’d have fallen flat onto your face. Instead, Peter three helped lift your hips, and you whined as he sank you down onto the other man’s cock. He didn’t give you time to adjust to each agonizingly thick inch, either, and you let out a raspy sob when he was seated completely inside you. 

 Peter one’s fingers were pressing hard into the fleshy parts of your hips as he rolled his hips up into you, cursing. “Fucking tight—shit, do you, do you know how tight you are?” Maybe in another circumstance, the lustful awe on his face might have made your stomach tighten, but you were just conscious enough for it to make you hate him as as he drew pleasure from you as unwillingly as water from a stone. 

 Faintly, you were aware of your own pitiful mewls bouncing off of the walls,  mingling with the slick, wet noise of Peter’s cock inside you. He pulled you down against his chest and you went gratefully, his arms circling around your back as he continued to lay into you. You let out a low, panicked moan as you felt thick, familiar fingers prod at the puckered hole of your ass. You tried to turn around, but Peter’s arms tightened around your middle, locking you in place, completely exposed as his cock slid in and out of you. 

 “Bet she’s tight here, too,” Peter three’s syrupy voice made you shudder. His fingers slid along the sopping folds of your cunt, skirting around Peter one’s cock as he gathered up your wetness. He spread it eagerly onto your hole like lube, and you squealed with discomfort as he began to press inside. 

 “No, no, Peter, no—” Peter one silenced you with a kiss, murmuring against your lips.

 “Shh, shh, it’s okay, just relax.” He swallowed down your pleas as Peter three’s fingers breached the tight, resistant ring of your ass. A whine escaped your throat as he pushed further, his way eased by the muscle relaxers Peter two had given you. He sank in all the way to the knuckle, wiggling his fingers as he groaned. 

 “Fu-uck.” He pumped a few times, his other palm cracking loudly across the meat of your ass before he slid his fingers out of you. You began to struggle as you felt him line his cock up with your unoccupied entrance, the slick head of him pushing against you. 

 You glanced up at tearfully, another sob tearing free from you as you caught sight of Peter two watching from the edge of the bed, his fist working steadily up and down his cock. 

 I’m never getting out of here, am I?

 Air wheezed out between your tight lips as Peter three began to push forward. His intrusion was steady, slow, but unavoidable as Peter one locked you into place. You were being split in two, the unyielding thickness of both of them pressing into you, only a thin layer of skin separating them. You panted loudly as his hips came to rest against your own, your nails digging into the blanket beneath you. 

 “God, fuck, this is perfect,” Peter three rasped from behind you, wiggling his hips as he tried to force every available inch of himself into you. 

 The other Peter—which, you weren’t sure—grunted his assent as they began establishing a rhythm, one pulling out while the other slid home, keeping you full and off kilter. You weren’t sure when it began to feel good, when you started  crying not for it to stop, but because you were going to cum again. Your cunt sucking and milking at both of them until their hips shuddered and you felt their warmth spill deep inside your appreciative body. 

 Much to your dismay, neither of them softened a single inch, grinning at each other over your heaving back. Peter one rolled his hips into yours, and the resounding wet squelch made you hide your face against his chest. 

 You couldn’t for long, though—Peter two’s fingers began prodding at your head, turning it to the side as his cock pressed insistently against your lips for a second time. 

 “Hurry up, you two,” he said as you reluctantly unlocked your jaw, allowing him to slip inside. “Strange texted—says the spell will be ready soon.” 

 Peter three made a displeased noise in the back of his throat. “Fuck. Well, we have time for one more, don’t we?” 

 Peter one’s lips curved against your ear. 

 “Sure we do.”

 —

 Three years later

The coffee shop was fairly busy, but that wasn’t really anything new, not for a Saturday morning. You were grateful to find a seat, your daughter Laila bouncing along beside you. 

 “I can have cookie this time, mom?” She asked, leaning up on her toes to look at the pastry display case. 

 “Of course, babe. Anything you want,” you replied, smiling down at her. “We just have to wait our turn.” She’d been born after a night you didn’t quite remember, the result of a drunken one night stand whose name and number you’d never taken down. Still, though, you loved her, and while it hadn’t been ideal, you were doing well on your own. 

 The man in front of you turned to face you, stepping aside with a smile. “No, please, go ahead. I’m still deciding,” he said, laughing a little as he rubbed the back of his neck. He was handsome, curly brown hair, high, handsome cheekbones, and warm familiar brown eyes. You were startled for a moment, trying to draw his name up from the depths of your memory, but you couldn’t. 

 I don’t… I don’t know this man.

 “Oh, t-thanks,” you said, stepping around him. “Latte, please,” you told the barista, before winking down at Laila. “And a cookie.” 

 As she was wrapping it up, you went to pull out your wallet, but a warm hand on your own stopped you. 

 “Please, let me. I haven’t done my good samaritan thing in a while.” You were wary, for a moment, before dismissing it. 

 “Oh?” You let him hand the barista his card, glancing down at it. You didn’t catch the name, though, the gold lettering shining too bright in the sunlight. “Do you do this often? Buy strange women coffee?”

 ���Just the ones I think I might like to take to dinner,” he countered, offering you his hand. “I’m Peter, by the way,” he said, offering you a charming smile. “Peter Parker.” 

 fin

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Innocent sins (P.P)

Warning(s); DUBCON/NONCON,Age gap! (Reader is in her early 20’s),oral (M receiving),innocence kink,corruption kink,massive daddy kink,oral fixation,dumbifaction kink,praise kink,hand kink,dark/grey! Peter + More.

Pairing(s); DBF! Peter Parker x Innocent! Fem! Reader.

Summary; after coming home for the summer from college your dad’s best friend takes advantage over your naiveness

A/n; So, first added character, honestly excited about it! Enjoy babies!! I wanna Clarify her innocence is when it comes to sex, reader is pretty much a Virgin, just wanna say that.

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The heat, it was almost suffocating. You could see the actual heat waves from your spot inside your mothers air conditioned car. You refused to get out of it, not because of the heat but because your step dad was inside and you wanted to avoid him as long as possible.

You didn’t hate the guy, how could you? He was sweet to you, he’d make you breakfast and used to pack your school lunches. He’d ask if you wanted to join him and your mom to watch movies or shows, he was always making sure you felt involved. It was just awkward. Even after 5 years there was just a awkward cloud that hung over your heads.

You played with the torn holes in your jean shorts as you stared at your house. Just do it. You said to yourself, Get it over with,you added but it didn’t make your body move. Your eyes were glued to the front porch the tap sounding on your mothers side of the car made you jump.

“Mr. Parker, for fucks sake” you cursed at him as he slid into the car “well that’s new” he pointed out and you sighed. “What is?” You asked wanting him to clarify “such naughty words coming outta’ your mouth” you rolled your eyes at the man.

Peter Parker, your (Step) dad’s best friend. He’d been apart of your life for the past 5 years ever since you were 18. He’s also been the biggest crush you’ve ever had. He was hot,and there was no denying it. He was tall and slim but he had plenty of muscles,his chest adorned with the best abs you’d ever seen on a man of his age. His soft fluffy hair tended to be fixed,he hated it falling in his eyes,he’s never been married after the lost of his highschool girlfriend. He’s dated though, plenty of girls.

You’d met a number of them and you didn’t like a single one but maybe that was because you wanted him to stare at you the way he did them, jealousy.

“Wonder what else ‘s changed” he said voice low and husky like usual, sending the most confusing feeling to your cunt. “Can I help you? You know people will think you’re some weirdo Mr. Parker” he chuckled “mmm? Yeah? Why’s that?” He asked. “Cause you’re in a car with your friends daughter, alone” he nodded. “Am I touching you?” He asked and you felt your cheeks rising in warmth.

“Of course not.” You said it in a almost huff. You didn’t think it was noticeable but it was,Peter could pick up on anything. “Do you want me to?” He asked and you looked at him wide eyed. “M-Mr. Parker” you stumbled out. “How many times to I gotta’ tell you. Just Peter is fine.” You furrowed your brows.

It felt weird calling him that, made you seem like his friend when you weren’t. Made you seem like you had no respect for him, which you did. Of course you did.

“I think I’m gonna go inside” you said finally unbuckling, moving to open your door as you pulled your moms key from the car. “Well my job is done” he said sliding out after you as the pair of you walked inside. “What? He send you out there to coax me inside?” You asked sitting the keys on you entryway table. “Something like that” he said turning to your mom and dad in the living room.

You left them to go upstairs. The past few days had been rough, packing,barely sleeping,anticipation and anxiety. It was all wanting to boil over and you desperately needed some way out of it. You climbed onto your bed the soft pink comforter bringing you calmness. You reached up to your pillows picking up your stuffed cow, hugging it to your chest as you kicked off your shoes.

You slid into the warmth and comfort of your bed, it’s different then that of your dorm room. Your childhood is in this room something comforting and relaxing about being in it. The lace that hung from your bed posts reminds you of that princess phase you went though when you were 8. The hello kitty shaped rug and Sanrio character collectibles that sat on your floor in shelf’s from when you were 15.

Old makeup and roses sat on your vanity from your first ever dance, pictures scatter everywhere to remind you of home. You sighed feeling the safest you had in months, you closed your eyes allowing the day to turn into night before you even dared open them up.

You only woke up to the feeling of soft hands rubbing your arm. You blinked awake the pink lamp on your desk having been turned on, once adjusted to the lights your eyes fell to Peter who was sat on your bed. You sighed and moved to lay on your back to see him better,take in his features better.

He looked utterly exhausted,you could see the small bags that rested under his eyes. Freckles still littered his face in random spots, his hair hung a bit low the gel obviously wearing down. His jaw looked sharp and pointed from the angle and his lips were turned up into a soft smile, you took into account that his cheeks were a soft pink probably from the beer you were sure he drank.

“Sorry, I got some pizza, wanted to make sure you ate” he said hand moving to your other side as he leaned over you. “M’not hungry” you said blinking at him slowly as you still were waking up. “I’m sure you are, your mom said you didn’t eat breakfast.” You shrugged “love, you know that I just want to make sure you’re okay, please eat, even if it’s just 1 bite I don’t care” he was close enough now you could smell his cologne and the smell of beer on his lips.

“Fine! If it’ll get you out of my room then fine” you huffed and sat up some your comforter falling down in the process. “Hey.” His voice dropped and his hand lifted to hold your jaw as you looked at him. “Don’t be a brat about it. Unless of course you want to be treated like one.” His words shocked you and had heat tumbling down until it hit your core.

“You wanna be a good girl right?” You swallowed and nodded slowly. “Good. Come eat” his hand dropped your jaw and he stood up leaving your room without another thought.

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Weeks had passed in blurs and before you knew it you only had 4 more days before you headed back to college for the fall semester. The weeks were filled with beach trips,pool days, and a lot of parties. You were drug left and right by your parents to parties, parties you didn’t even want to be at, you didn’t even drink. What the hell were you supposed to do?.

Your parents wanted you to meet and see old and new friends which is why you were drug left to right. You sighed finally having a night to yourself, well your dad had a few friends over but you didn’t have anywhere to go. You could stay locked up in your room and do whatever you wanted to.

You found yourself coloring, sat at your small white antique desk in the corner of your room. You colored in Sanrio characters with your colored pencils and markers. You had a habit of leaving your door open at home because it was a rule when you were growing up. A small knock against your open door hand you spinning in your desk chair to see who it was. It was Peter.

“Hello pretty girl! What’re you doing?” He asked and you shrugged smiling at him. He had a opened beer in his hand as he stalked towards you suit pants swaying with his hips. He must’ve came from work. “How was work?” You asked and he smiled his hand coming to comb through your hair. “It was a very frustrating day” you pouted “want a picture of melody?” You asked urging Peter to chuckle smiling at you as he glanced at your half colored picture.

“It’s very pretty love, I think I’d love to have it” you turned back to coloring as he leaned against your desk his ankles crossing as he kept his hands combing through your hair. A soft silence fell as he sipped his beer and watched you color in peace, you hummed to yourself which only made his heart swell up more.

“Hey,I think I might have a better way for you to help then just your picture love.” You looked up at him and nodded “course’ what is it?” He smiled at how eager you seemed for him as he sat the empty bottle on your desk. “Can you get on your bed for me?” You nodded and stood up walking over to your bed.

Peter walked over to your door and shut it before joining you where you sat with your knees tucked up under you, your eyes were glued to him as he moved around attached to his every move. “you wanna help make me feel better?” He asked as his hand held your chin. You nodded quickly looking up at him. “Open your mouth f’Me” you opened your mouth widely your tongue lolling out to rest against your chin.

“Mmm such a good girl” he praised and you pressed your thighs together. “Just gonna put my fingers right….here” he instructed as the pads of his index and middle finger landed on your tongue. You reflexively closed your mouth around the digits,Peter hummed pushing his fingers further in your mouth. “I’ve noticed something about you…” he said and you looked up at him sucking against the fingers in your mouth. “You don’t have a gag reflex.” With that he shoved his fingers to the back of your throat.

You grabbed his wrist as your head tilted back,his open hand cupped the back of your neck holding your head in place for him as he used his fingers to fuck your throat. You shed tears but you never once gagged against his fingers as he twisted them. “You wanna suck daddy’s cock don’t ya’ baby?” You hummed around him as he pulled his fingers away with a pop saliva connecting them to your lips. “I’ve..I’ve never…done that” you huffed trying to catch your breath.

“Awh, so pure aren’t you? Don’t worry babydoll daddy’ll show you just how good it can feel.” You furrowed your brows. “Isn’t…isn’t that a bad thing…we are gonna get in trouble” you said as Peter smiled down at you. “Oh no love, it’s not a bad thing. You’re just helping me right? Gonna help daddy feel all better. You know he had such a tough day” the smell of beer fanned over your face and you could almost get intoxicated just by the smell.

“You wanna help right? Surely you don’t want me feeling all sad and grumpy, right babydoll?” You immediately shook your head “course’ not! I wanna help!” You said your hands landing on his chest as you sat up on your knees. You felt heat rise to your cheeks as you avoided his gaze “wanna…wanna make daddy feel good” you mumbled. Peter kissed your head “then get in the floor baby, on your knees” you listened immediately as you did what he said. Your head rested just below his belt and you could feel heat pooling between your legs.

“Daddy’ll show you baby, just open your mouth nice and wide for him, Atta’ girl” he praised as he tugged his belt open. “Have you seen this before?” He asked as he undid his pants and you nodded slowly your eyes stuck on his. “Oh yeah? Where?” You swallowed thickly and mumbled something. “I can’t hear you. It’s rude to mumble to daddy, use your big girl words” you whined up at him. “I-in videos” you said louder and clearer.

“Oh my, have you been watching naughty videos baby? Did you touch yourself to them? Hmm? Rub your pretty pussy while you watched those bad things?” You whimpered at his words slowly shaking your head. You didn’t know why but your head felt light and fuzzy almost. It was as if you’d taken some potion to mess with you. Your brain wasn’t stopping you from telling him anything he wanted to hear.

“You…” you said as Peter pushed his slacks down “I…I-I touch it to you” you admitted and Peter could’ve lost it right then. Shove you down on your bed and take you in the roughest way possible not caring about your crying and screams it hurts because he knows it doesn’t. “Yeah? Baby that’s so sweet of you, touching yourself to the thought of daddy.” Your blush deepened and Peter finally pushed his boxers down his almost fully hard cock popped out bobbing right in front of you.

Your eyes widen and you swallowed thickly “so big..,” you whispered and Peter nodded “don’t worry babydoll, it’ll all fit down that pretty lil throat of yours.” You nodded your mouth hanging open for him. “Listen baby, you tap daddy’s thigh 3 times if you need a break.” You nodded as his tip pressed into your mouth.

Peter’s hands rested on the back of your head as he slowly fucked your throat. Tears spilled from lack of oxygen but you never once gagged around him. Peter groaned out endless praises to you as you sucked against him just like he instructed you to. Your mind felt even more fuzzy your eyes and throat softly burned and you couldn’t help but love the feeling.

“So good dollie,you’re such a good lil toy for daddy. Look at you,going dumb as daddy fucks you. Fucking pretty lil’ slut babydoll” you moaned around him and he jolted at the feeling. “Is daddy’s words turning you on baby? You feeling all tingly and hot, huh?” You nodded as best as you could. “Mmm, daddy will take care of you just as soon as he’s done okay? He’ll make you cum so good.” That only sped up your actions wanting him to cum so you could.

“That’s it, fuck. Yes,yes,yes that’s so good baby, mmmn. Gonna make daddy cum. Yeah? Want daddy to cum all down your throat. Yeah you do. Naughty little baby, is this what you thought about while touching yourself? Daddy treating you like this? Like his own little toy?” You hummed around him and Peter grunted gripping stands of your hair as he spilled into your throat. Hot ropes fell down your throat and filled up your mouth as you swallowed it down just like he said. It tasted bitter but it was sweet too, very sweet.

Peter pulled from your mouth and hummed as a few extra ropes fell over your lips. “Messy. Didn’t daddy say swallow it all?” His thumb collected his own spunk before he pushed it back into your mouth. You sucked his thumb clean and he smiled down at you. “God, daddy feels so much better baby, you did so well for me. My pretty little girl.” You sighed looking up at him with unfocused eyes.

“You feel okay? Sensitive?” He asked and you nodded as Peter fixed himself back into his pants. “You still feel tingly?” You shook your head and Peter raised his eye brow at you. Peter was so caught up in his own pleasure he didn’t see the way you had shifted close enough to grind yourself against his shoe. He only saw it once he glanced down to see his shoe between your thighs. He took in a deep breath before looking back at you “did daddy say you could use his shoe like that?” He asked and you shamefully shook your head.

“Did daddy say you could cum?” He asked and you shook your head once again “Hmm, you’ve been a bad girl honey” you whined and shook your head “no! No! It just, it tingled some much and I-I needed to…I’m sorry daddy” Peter nodded “I know you are baby, listen to me okay?” You nodded as his hand gripped your jaw and he bent down to your height. “You’re daddies now okay? That means that pretty pussy you got is mine as well. I decide when you can touch it or cum or when you get to rub it against my shoe, understand?” You nodded up at him.

“If you do it again you’ll be bent over my knee and spanked until you can’t sit. Don’t disobey daddy okay babydoll?” “Yes daddy” he hummed and gently placed a kiss to your lips. “Now, do it again.” He said and you glanced down at his shoe. “But daddy I’ve never, I can’t cum so quickly!” Peter grumbled “you have 5 seconds to start moving that slutty little cunt on me before I slap you. One,Two” you whined and sat your lace covered core back onto his shoe.

“That’s a good girl, just do what daddy says. He knows best baby,he knows what you can handle” you nodded and moved your hips back and forth as whines and moans spilled out. “Daddy,Daddy!” You repeated his name over and over like a prayer while you bucked your hips quicker,faster chasing your own high. “Fuckin’ look at you. Desperate enough to get off on daddy’s shoe. You’re just a desperate little cumslut aren’t you?” You gasped and nodded. “Say it.” He demanded but you didn’t. It was too embarrassing to say that, how could you say that about yourself.

Peter lifted the tip of his dress shoe pressing it to your clit as you jumped and your body jolted. “Fucking say it you dumb baby. Say your my cumslut or daddy’ll take his shoe away, cmon clocks ticking honey,let daddy hear it.” You whined and took a deep breath. “I-I…I’m daddy’s cum-c-cumslut” you babbled out and Peter nodded “yes you are baby. Such a pretty one too.” Your hips stuttered and your breath quickened.

“That’s a good baby, you can cum go ahead. Cum for daddy” you did, your mind was sent to cloud nine as your body racked with pleasure more intense then you’d ever felt. “Good girl…such a good baby mhm, good for me” you sighed your back leaning against your bed. Your body felt limp and numb like a noodle.

“Daddy’ll clean you up hold on baby” Peter reached under your arms and lifted you up carrying you into your en-suite bathroom. He dampened a small cloth and wiped the sweat off of you. “Sticky..” you whined and Peter chuckled. Lucky for him he knew exactly where your underwear and shorts were. He grabbed a new pair of panties and some sleeping shorts. He got you changed and just then your step dad knocked on your door.

“Hey? Y/n! Uhm have you seen Peter?” He was talking though your door and you panickedly looked up at Peter through the mirror. “Shh,” he whispered, he walked from your bathroom closing the door behind him. Once he opened your bedroom door he dropped his smirk he was wearing. “Hey, I’ve been in here. I think she’s sick she’s been throwing up” your step dad nodded “uh…does she need anything?” Peter shook his head “no, she just didn’t want me to leave. Sorry about disappearing.

“It’s fine! Just tell her I hope she feels better.” Peter nodded and closed your door back chuckling “what a idiot” he mumbled as he joined you back in the bathroom. “Let’s get ready for bed” you nodded. Peter helped you brush your teeth and wash your face before he got you settled in bed.

“You did really good baby, daddy’s proud of you.” You smiled up at him and he kissed your forehead “sleep well, babydoll” he turned the lamp off and left you to go back to your dad.

You smiled as you fell asleep. You weren’t even sure what had really happen, it hadn’t sunk in you just had sexual experiences with Peter. Nor did it sink in you were his yet, you were his. His. He was yours, your daddy, he made you feel good. You sighed and fell asleep peacefully after that.

[thelemontree]

Picnic

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x f!Reader

Summary: Your fourth date with Peter takes an unexpected but welcome turn.

Word Count: 466

Rating: Mature (18+ only, MDNI)

Content: cute date fluff, suggestive dialogue/interactions, allusions to public sex, no use of Y/N

A/N: Just a sweet & spicy lil drabble bc I felt like it 😌 working on some others to hopefully post throughout the week, but don't hold me to that lol. Prompt taken from this list.

Masterlist

It’s been about a month since your first date with Peter Parker. Things have been going really well with him. He’s thoughtful, funny, and a total gentleman—everything your previous boyfriends hadn’t been. It’s a bonus that he’s also the most attractive man you’ve ever met. You’re totally smitten with him, and every time you two go out together, he makes it clear that’s totally smitten with you, too.

You’re currently on your fourth date, a little picnic in the park near your apartment. You’ve just finished up the lunch Peter had packed, and now you two are laying side-by-side on the picnic blanket, chatting idly as you cloud gaze. 

Peter turns his head to look at you as you’re animatedly describing the shape of a passing cloud. He smiles softly at you when you meet his gaze. Your cheeks grow warm at the affectionate look in his eyes.

“What?” you ask quietly.

“Nothin’,” he chuckles. “You just look really pretty today. I mean, not that you don’t look pretty every day, but…”

“You’re not too bad yourself, Parker,” you grin at him. You giggle as he rolls his eyes and pushes himself up to a seating position. He turns and rummages through his backpack, pulling something out with a triumphant ah-ha.

He holds up his camera for you to see and says with a smile, “Lemme take a picture of you.”

“Okay,” you say and begin to situate yourself as he stands up. You lean back on your elbows and cross one of your legs over the other. You smile up at Peter, who now has his camera positioned and ready to take your picture.

Right as he presses the button, a small but mighty gust of wind blows through the park, making the skirt of your dress fly up. Your eyes widen in brief horror as you scramble to recover yourself. Peter pulls the camera away from his eye and gulps as he looks down at the picture he just took of you.

He blushes as he looks between you and the photo. Finally, he settles his eyes on you and clears his throat as he asks, “You’re n-not, um, w-wearing anything under that, are you…?”

Forgoing panties underneath your sundress for this afternoon had been a calculated—but risky—move. You and Peter hadn’t done anything beyond goodnight kisses, and you were hoping to change that if things had gone well today. You weren’t quite ready to reveal your wardrobe choice to him just yet, but the way his eyes keep dropping down to where your dress is now covering you has you feeling a bit bold.

Taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you shrug your shoulders. “I dunno. Why don’t you find out?”

You’ve never seen a man drop to his knees faster before.

[backtothefanfiction]

WIPS & 2024 Plans!

Hey ya’ll. So as hinted at I have a lot of ideas and works in progress so wanted to kind of do a little summary and tease some of the stuff I’m currently throwing around and kind of give and make a plan of action for the coming year regarding my content here.

I finally finished the office kinktober prompt after nearly two months of it being half written as said in the authors note, I am giving up on the idea of kinktober/kink til Christmas altogether. But there are still a few ideas that came from that list I do really want to write which will be included in the future ideas portion of this post but yeah… let’s just start with the current WIPs and what’s gonna come first.

Current WIPS (with summaries)

In order of completion with rough estimate of posting!

Spiders and Lace

1920s Mob Spider-Man Au where Peter starts dating a young socialite in order to get to her criminal brother.

(First Part releasing this December)

The Secrets We Keep

A Jeb Pyre (Under The Banner of Heaven) multi chapter story. Jeb is starting a new job in a new town after the Lafferty case where he meets an old school friend. Both of them are running from their hometown and hiding secrets, but will those secrets crush this new budding romance?

(Series starting in January, date to be announced)

WIPS Currently On The Shelf

These have all either been teased and parts not posted or one or two parts posted then currently abandoned. I have stuff written for these and aim to go back to them at some point I just don’t know if or when.

I Will Always Find You

A multiple part Pedro and Oscar character’s fic featuring different linked AUs looking at the idea of past lives and reincarnating with the same souls.

(I keep picking this up and putting it back down but I love the idea and it means so much to me and I want to do it right, so until I can do it justice, it’s on the shelf.)

Metanoia

When Mando takes on a job to retrieve a kidnapped young senator, the two of them end up on a journey that has Mando questioning his whole way of life.

(I have posted the first chapter of this but may take it down as I don’t know when I’ll go back to this idea and I think I want to adjust it anyway. This is basically just a story to really go into what I wanted from Mando’s journey meeting other mandalorians and how it makes him question his creed seeing how other mandalorians live and getting to really explore that inner turmoil.)

Future/2024 Ideas

Some of these may get written some time next year, some of them may come later, some may never get written at all, but I wanted to share my thoughts anyway.

No Body No Crime

Based on the Taylor Swift song, this is a murder mystery that would feature multiple crossover characters from Dave York (the murdered husband), Joel Miller (the accomplice lover), Jeb Pyre (the detective) and possibly a few other characters from across the Pedro, Andrew and Oscar character lists. I love this song and I do have a whole list of ideas just based on Taylor Swift songs which may become their own mini series with a song for each album, but I really want to write a multi chapter fic based on this song.

Untitled Joel Miller Fic

I already made a post with this idea. Inspired by the Mummy, as I feel Rick O’Connell and Joel Miller give me similar energy. However instead of fighting Mummies we’d be fighting Infected to hunt down different artefacts a particular bookish main character wants to protect and preserve. Think road trips, myths, history and unlikely allies with ridiculous sexual tension.

Triple Frontier Boys One Shot

I’ve been fantasising about a very naughty TF boys one shot which is pretty much straight smut and one rocking night for reader. I did start writing some bits for this a few nights back, but didn’t like it the next day but plan to return to it at some point.

Tis The Damn Season

Another of those previously mentioned prompts inspired by Taylor songs, Tis The Damn Season is a Frankie Morales one shot that may come sooner than we think as it’s an idea set at Christmas. Frankie goes back to visit his parents one time a year and always ends up back at your place on Christmas Eve like your very own Santa Claus.

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So those are my current WIPS, ideas and plans. Let me know which you’re most interested in.

[thetimelordbatgirl]

Pictures that are confirmed to scare any bigots out of the Spiderman fandom.

[demigods-posts]

big idea!!! what if instead of annabeth falling off the cliff with the manticore!! the manticore drags her to the edge of the cliff so it doesn't fall alone!! and percy sees what's happening!! and wills a nearby water source to take hold of her hand!! because he wants to prove himself as a big three kid!! but the water does not catch her in time!! and percy has to watch annabeth fall into what looks like a dark and bottomless pit!!!

[malavera]

What Makes a Grown Man Wanna Cry?

“Give, in.”

He doesn’t want to admit that he’s wrong.

He doesn’t want to admit that he should’ve just listened to you, hear you out.

He doesn’t want to say that touching that woman was a part of his job, his livelihood, and yours.

But, he lied to you.

And, you didn’t take it very well.

You specifically said no more sex scenes in the acting business. Acting is his passion, that doesn’t mean it should come out as disrespecting you. You understood his passion, but you refuse to understand the part where he needed to do it in spite of his passion.

He grunted, holding onto the cuffs as if his lives depends on it. Stubborn by nature—You didn’t mind it at all as you could do this all day. Increasing the speed of the toy that wraps around the head of his reddening cock, he yearns to let go though not with the cock ring hugging his shaft tightly. Entertained, is what you feel—watching the way he gritted his teeth with his eyes shut, eyebrows scrunched together either in pain for he couldn’t shoot everything he’s got or pleasure for little did both of you know that your beloved secretly enjoys this.

“Ugh.” You grunted, straddling his face—aiming your glistening cunt, who is dying for the touch of his tongue or his hands, towards his face. He sensed you, slowly he opens his eyes as he couldn’t help but let out such a slutty moan coming from a man. His visions are welcomed by your hands aggressively rubbing your slippery cunt, playing with your clit. Your hands coated with your own fluid.

“Just, give in. Baby, I’ll put this around your needy cock and fuck you like our life depends on it.” You purred. He grunted, his cock throbs even more if that’s possible, longing for your tight cunt sucking his cum to come out and fill you.

“All of this would be easier if you’d just give in.” You breathlessly spoke, your hands never stop playing with your cunt throughout the whole promises that you sell. His body never stopped producing sweats, his chest heaves, his heart thumps like a big fat bass. A smirk expressed on your face, he’s bargaining with his willpower to give into you than holding onto his pride. Tiny bits of sweats formed against his forehead, his whole figure soaking wet as if he received a wave from the ocean.

You pulled yourself away from him, straddling his chest—leaning down towards his face stopping just an inch from his lips, your eyes watching over him. Tilting your head to the side before you look over at his pulsating cock, who looks like he could be coming in just a few seconds.

“Come on, admit it. Admit that I’m right, and you’re wrong. You’re a selfish human being who wouldn’t want to listen to his wife who practically begged you to stop acting if there’s a porn script.” The words spoken out of you intended to coax him, sounded so delicate yet you were trying to spit at him. Surprised as you watched a tear escaped from his closed eyes, his breathing turned ragged, his chest heaves even more, lips tremble.

The man of action is crying.

“Aw, you’re crying?” You purred, slowly making your way down towards his hips. “You’re fucking crying?” By the end of your words, he is practically sobbing.

You breathily laughs before you turned off the toy on his cock, and take out the cock ring. Once both objects are off of his precious cargo, he lets out a big sigh of relief only to be quickly exchanged with a loud moan from his mouth when you harshly shove his cock into your warm cunt.

He opens his eyes to find your ass in his vision, as you ride him cowgirl reverse style. You take a look at him from your shoulders before you started to move your hips to bounce on his throbbing fat cock. You knew this shouldn’t take long as you’ve been edging him for 30 minutes. You knew, sooner or later he would spill his warm seed in your cunt.

“Tell me honey, are you sorry? If you are, I’m gonna let you cum in my pussy.”

He grunted, his whole body shudders to the thought of making a mess in your pussy. “Fuck! Yes! Yes! I’m sorry, it’s my fault! I shouldn’t be touching her other than you! Please baby, let me cum. Fuck, let me fucking cum please!”

You let out a scoff laugh, “You wanna cum baby? You wanna cum on my pussy?”

“Yes! Fuck, I’m gonna-” And before he could spill his load inside of you, you lifted your ass—made his cock fell out of your pussy hole. He choked out a breath, his body launching forward, his eyes opened wide in surprise.

You smirked, looking at him from your shoulders. Clicking your tongue, your head shook from side to side as you turn your body towards him.

“Oh honey, bad boys don’t get to cum in their wives pussy.”

[bunsofhoney]

I love you Tom Holland, but stay out of Spideypool. Go back to your MJ. She needs you.

I love you Tobey Maguire, but stay out of Spideypool. Go back to your Harry. He needs you.

I love you Andrew Garfield, now get over here and snog Ryan Reynolds this minute. He needs you.

[luckydiorxoxo]

Andrew Garfield attends the Valentino Womenswear Spring/Summer 2024 show

[mittos]

I’ve been reminded of male MJ and now I’m so normal about him

[taylorswiftt1]

[yourimagines]

Hi can you do one for andrew garfield where he is friends with one of his ex girlfriend. And yn is super uncomfortable with that

I hope this is good enough for you

Uncomfortable

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: Angst, Angst, Angst and some fluff

Y/N POV

“Love, the guys asked if I wanted to go out with them, can I go?” Andrew walked in, wearing a black shirt and some dark blue pants. Looking like a god. “Yeah sure.” He smiles and kissed my cheek. “Thank you, I made some dinner for you, it’s in the fridge.” He opened his closet and grabbed his dark blue jacket. “I’ll go then, call me if you need something.” He walks over, planting a kiss on my head. “I will, have fun.” “Thank you love, have a lovely evening yourself.” I smiled at him as he walks back downstairs. I heard him grabbing his keys and left. ‘Let’s watch that Christmas movie.’ I hopped of the bed and grabbed a cosy blanket and dragged it downstairs. I throw the blanket on the sofa and warmed my dinner in the microwave. ‘He always thinks about me.’

I was enjoying my alone time when my best friend texted me. ‘What does she needs now?’ I groaned and opened our chat.

Bestie❤️💋: hey, I’m sorry but you need to see this

Bestie❤️💋: sent a video

I clicked on the video *the gif where he is hugging Emma* My heart scattered as I saw them hugging each other. ‘Why does he hangs out so much with his ex.’

Bestie❤️💋: It’s all over the internet, I thought you should know, I’m sorry

Me: is this from today?

Bestie❤️💋: yes a fan saw him today…

Me: thanks for telling me

Bestie❤️💋: always, call me if you want to talk okay?

Me: yeah I will.

I lay my phone down and rubbed my face. ‘I don’t like this…’ I sighed and stopped the movie that was still playing in the background on the tv. ‘Maybe I’m overreacting, Emma moved on and so is Andrew they are just friends. It’s totally normal…right?’

I was in our pool, swimming my thoughts away when Andrew came home but he wasn’t alone… Emma was with him. “Love?” I heard him calling me as I saw him through the window walking in our house with Emma. “Love are you home?” I ducked away, hiding myself in the pool while watching them. “Maybe she’s out?” “No… she would have called me.” She smiles. “Maybe she’s to the store quickly..” he shook his head. “No she still would have texted me if I needed something from the store.” Andrew rubbed his face. “I’m going to check upstairs, I’ll be right back.” She nods and he walks away. She looks around our kitchen, smiling at some pictures. ‘I understand why he spends time with her, I mean look at her.’ “She not upstairs…” Andrew looked a bit stressed. “Maybe she’s at the indoor pool.” ‘Shit.’ I silently crawled out of the pool and run into our sauna. “Love? Are you here?” I heard him pushing the door further open, entering the pool area. “Love?” I peeked out of the sauna, a fake smile on my face. “Hi, you’re back.” He smiles and walks over. “I was worried about you my love, I couldn’t find you.” “Sorry I guess.” He kissed the top of my head. “No it’s okay my love.” He turns around and smiles brightly at Emma. “I found her.” She smiles and waves at me, I returned a friendly wave back. “Emma needs a place to stay for tonight, she had a fight with her boyfriend. I hope you don’t mind she can stay here in our guest bedroom.” ‘Yes I do mind! She’s your ex Andrew!’ “No of course she can stay.” He smiles and quickly kissed me. “Thank you darling.” I smiled but felt a bit uncomfortable with it. “I’m going to prepare the guest bedroom for her.” He said and walked over to her. “Let me show you your room for the night, miss Stone.” She giggles and nods. “Show me the way mr Garfield.” They both walked upstairs as my face fell. ‘His ex is in our house…’

I went to bed as they stayed downstairs. ‘Can’t believe this, he would be angry if my ex was here.’ I scoffed and got in bed, wrapping the blanket up high to my chin. ‘They are perfect for each other, maybe they finally realised they are meant to be.’ I heard them laughing together and I covered my ears, trying to cancel out the noises. ‘I don’t wanna hear it…’ as tears slowly fell down my cheeks.

Andrew POV

“Okay that’s enough for me tonight, if you don’t mind I’m going to join my girlfriend.” “Of course Andrew.” She smiles at me as I stood up. “If you need something just knock on the door.” “I will, thank you and Y/N for letting me stay tonight.” “No problem, we have the space.” “I’m still thankful for it. She so lovely, I understand why you adore her so much.” I shyly smiled “you do?” She nods as she stood up as well. “Yes of course, I adore her to be honest, she’s always so kind to me.” I smiled at her. “She is kind.” She nods and smiles at me. “But I’m also heading to bed, it was a dreadful day today for me.” “Yes of course, it was a rough day for you.” I locked all the doors and together we walked upstairs. “Well good night Emma.” “Good night Andrew.” I entered my bedroom and closed the door softly behind me. I saw her laying completely under the covers, hiding herself. I smiled and pulled off my shirt and pants. I carefully slipped next to her in bed and moved under the covers. Something wasn’t right as she lay so still with her back turned to me. “Love?” I whispered as I wrapped my arms around her waist, as I did that I moved closer to her, seeing her wet cheeks. “My love, what happened.” I immediately wiped away her tears as she ducks into my chest, breaking down. “Darling…” I kissed her head and rubbed her back as she sobbed into my chest. “I’m here, darling it’s okay.” Her fingers pressed into my bare skin as she held me close, afraid I would leave her. “It’s okay.” I kissed multiple times the crown of her head as she wet my chest.

She calmed down a bit but tears where still falling now and then down her cheeks, I immediately wiped them away if I saw them running down her face. “Love… what made you so sad.” “Do you love me?” Her voice sounded hoarse and broken as she asked me an question that hurt me. ‘Do you love me…’ “of course I love you my love.” ‘ I neglected her, she doesn’t feel loved, she probably doesn’t want me anymore…’ she sniffs and nuzzled her head to my collarbone. “Y-You don’t feel loved? You feel like I don’t love you?” I went with my fingers through her hair, scraping her scalp. She carefully looks up, she’s cried a lot as her beautiful eyes where bloodshot and swollen, Her cheeks were glossy and the tip of her noise was red. “I don’t know.” My heart broke in million pieces. I carefully cupped one side of her face, wiping the new tears away. “My love, I’m so sorry you feel like I don’t love you enough…but believe me I’m deeply in love with you.” She looks away and a single tear fell down my cheek. “Please tell me, why you feel like this…it pains me to see you like this…darling.” My voice cracked as my eyes became watery. Her lip trembles and started to fidget with my other hand. “I-I… I think you’re still in love with Emma.” “Emma?” She nods and hides her face in my neck, feeling ashamed of herself. “Darling, don’t hide yourself please, don’t be ashamed.” I slowly pulled her away from my neck. “Look at me..” my lip trembled as tears run down her cheeks again. “I’m in love with you, I want you. You’re the one I want… I’m sorry if I made you feel like this..” tears were falling down on my face. “I’m only trying to be a good friend and I didn’t realise that I hurt you… I’m sorry” she wraps her arms around me, hugging me and I cried into her shoulder. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

She went with her hand through my hair, trying to calm me down. “Please don’t leave me, I’m sorry.” “I’m not leaving you.” Her voice was muffled as she kissed my head. I pulled her closer to me, holding her a bit firmer. “I’m sorry love.” I looked up at her, her beautiful eyes looked at me and smiled sadly at me. “I’m sorry as well, I just… I just felt so uncomfortable with you being so close with her and she’s so perfect for you and…” I kissed her softly, shutting her up. Her hands moved to my shoulders, softly squeezing them as I deepened the kiss. “Baby your perfect, I promise I only want you.” She shyly smiles. “Really?” I nodded and wiped some hair out of her face. “Really, you’re so beautiful, even when you are covered in tears.” She cracked a smile. “I’m sorry I didn’t think about it, that it could make you uncomfortable.” “I’m sorry as well for making you sad.” I shook my head. “No don’t apologise for this, never apologise for sharing you feelings with me.” She grabbed my hand that lay on her cheek. “I love you Andrew.” As she softly squeezed in my hand. I smiled at her and placed a kiss on the tip of her nose. “I love you darling.” She wrapped her legs and arms around me, cuddling me. “I make sure you’re more happy, I’ll hang out a bit lesser with her, even tho she totally adores you.” Her head peeked up. “She does.” “Yeah she’s bugging me for awhile now when I’m going to ask you to be my wife.” I said with a awkward chuckle. “She needs to bug you more then, I’m waiting for awhile now.” I laughed and hugged her close. “You have to wait a little bit longer my love but I promise I will ask you but not now, you deserve way more better than this, here laying in this bed after we cried.” She giggles against my chest. “I can’t wait then mr Garfield.” “Me neither soon to be mrs Garfield.”

[miss-lauryn-hill]

"I can't do this without you."

GET TO KNOW ME MEME [4/10] CHARACTER DEATHS: GWEN STACEY

[sincericida]

"[There was] undeniable excitement at the concept of just the simple image of the three of us together.

It was exciting on so many levels. On a fan level — which I am — and on an actor level, being able to work with my Spider-Man, Tobey, and then the brilliant Tom. Then, on an even deeper level of, well, what does that mean? What can we explore about these three brothers who are separated through time and space?

The essence of that character [Peter Parker] is so much about isolation and being a one-man army, especially in the origins of the story. Obviously, with Tom's iteration, joining in with the Avengers is a deeply reassuring thing — but I think, essentially, he's a lone kid, and that's what makes him so compelling and relatable because we all know what that is somehow.

It was just suddenly mind-boggling and incredibly healing and beautiful to think, 'What if you discovered you weren't in fact alone and that someone was going through the exact same struggle that you felt like you were uniquely going through?' That feeling like you're not alone in the universe is quite a powerful thing.

I felt like the pressure was off, and I was given a lot of freedom to explore and be the irreverent version of the character that I always felt a connection to — to be messy and free and playful and silly. It just felt like a very free, healing experience.

And that was probably a lot to do with Tom. Tom had to carry that movie. Me and Tobey just got to show up and support him and have some fun."

[backtothefanfiction]

Nano Update

I'm aiming to do a chapter a day instead of getting caught up on word counts but uuuuuhhhhh still struggling to get in my flow, although I feel like I'm moving forward more in chapter 2 and so am a bit happier. I'm currently sitting at 3769 words. Will I complete this chapter today? probably not. Am I gonna push to get over 4,000 words anyway... HECK YES!!!!!!!!!

and as a post dinner treat gonna come and work on one of my fanfic drafts. Which would you rather have sooner (e.i. which piece should I work on?)

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Greetings…from 1984