#andrewgarfield!peter parker x reader

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A/N: Wow, just yeah. I know it's been a long while since I posted for Peter, but like I promised, I was working on things for him and here it is! Now, I'll crawl back into my cave until my next writing is ready. As always let me know what you guys think and enjoy!

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence

Word Count: 6.4K+

Time is a fucking thief. Really, it is. Waking up with the rising of the sun, getting ready to go to a job you despised, remaining in a windowless cubicle for eight hours, making dinner, then time to sleep again. Watching the clock as each passing minute was taken from you over and over again. Now when you throw being a superhero into the mix, it makes it even worse.

Holding down relationships, careers, any and all of the important things in life were always seemingly snatched away when it came to the personal life of crime fighting vigilante Spider-Man. That’s why when you entered his life it was like getting another opportunity to engage with time he had never experienced before.

Looking forward to coming home and eating dinner, stopping by on patrol nights to give you a goodnight kiss no matter what, to Peter Parker, he would do everything in his power to devote as much time as he possibly could to you.

Perhaps you were the time thief in his life now. Either way he didn’t mind when it came to you.

Were there times when it just simply wasn’t possible to shovel all of his waking energy towards you? Of course! The problems came when it had been that way for months. Yeah, you read that right.

In the span of four months, Peter had become so ravaged with his other entities responsibilities that his time with you was drastically rescinded. Unanswered text messages for days, not a peep from him for a week at a time, no more windowsill kisses. It was like he had vanished into thin air.

You understood at first. Hell, you had been dating the man for three years! What was happening, though, was unlike anything he had ever dealt with before. A group of men, identities undisclosed, were wreaking havoc throughout New York City. For months on end, like clockwork, every other week a crime would occur.

Each more gruesome than the last.

Peter had never really been on a deadline like this. Knowing that with each ticking second it was growing closer to the next attack. Spending all nights on the streets, trying to spot whoever could be responsible for this.

The worst part was that he had no leads. A few locations that were all pointless distractions. No semblance of an inkling as to who was committing all of these atrocities. In the span of time since their starting, over eight lives had been taken. A mind boggling number for such a short span of time.

Police were just as useless and he had decided to not take up any more time than necessary with them in tow simply because they weren’t taking this as seriously as they should have been. Instead of confronting the public, reminding them to be careful and not to wander alone past sunset, they were sweeping it under the rug.

Not wanting to cause a public disturbance. No need to fear monger they had told Spider-Man. Assuring him that all of those victims were tied to a gang in one way or another and it was criminal activity work. Something that he shouldn’t spend too much time dwelling on.

That was not a good enough answer for Peter. He didn’t believe them. Honestly, he wasn’t even sure it was a group behind all of this. It could have been a serial killer that was on one hell of a spree.

There was no pattern with their victims either. Randomly selected from the streets. What you didn’t understand was why Peter was involved with all of this. Of course, you knew he wanted to do all in his power to save as many lives as he could, but you warned him to be careful after the initial police warning.

Sticking his nose in places it didn’t belong was not going to end well. It had been the first time you two had argued to that extent. Shouting at the top of your lungs you weren’t ready to lose him and that’s what you were afraid was in the works.

He called you silly for thinking such things. That you needed to have more faith in him than you were giving. It still didn’t answer why he was so invested in this. You knew there were details he was purposely not giving you. Maybe he didn’t want to frighten you or maybe he thought you wouldn’t be able to handle it, but to you, you were a partnership, a pair.

All you wanted was to have Peter back around. Who knows, you might be able to actually help him if he came to you and showed you what he did and did not have. Instead, he hid it from you. Becoming cold and aloof. Distant and consumed.

If there was something you knew about Peter it was that he did not like being bested. Truly holding himself to a standard that was near impossible. Knowing he was above average intelligence, to put it lightly, when people tried outsmarting him, it was always a humorous effort. No one bested Spider-Man.

This time, they were.

Following that night of your monstrous bickering, you hadn’t seen or heard from Peter in over a week. Honestly, you weren’t making much of an effort yourself. Having no interest in being around him when he was in a head space like this. Knowing that there really was no way to help him if he presented nothing to you.

Peter on the other hand was not okay with you going dark on him. Despite knowing that the clock was dwindling down before their next attack, it was the first time in weeks you had been at the forefront of his mind. The little voice in the back of his head was telling him he needed to smooth this over with you or he would regret it.

Which is why he was climbing into your living room window with a bouquet of your favorite flowers, opting to take the night off even though it could be a crucial turning point. He ended up convincing himself it would be alright because if he didn’t have a direction to go in an hour before arriving at your apartment, then hunting tonight was pointless.

He didn’t have a direction.

Even though you hadn’t spoken to Peter, your thoughts were consumed by him as well. What was the bit of information he wasn’t giving you? Was there even anything he was leaving out? There could be the slim possibility he had actually divulged all he knew to you. But you knew better than that. Peter was hiding something, you just couldn’t figure out what it was.

The notes.

Discovered next to each of the victims he had come across. Given he was the only individual to find them and when he tried bringing it to the attention of the police, they had shrugged him off. They were trying to get to him.

Sheets of white printer paper, the typical horror movie fashion of assembly. Varying letters from magazines, newspapers, old letters, all taped and pasted on the paper in a note. Each one was different, but told in a fashion of a word problem. Some were like riddles.

Either way, with each new victim that appeared, so did a new note. It was one of the things he dreaded the most. Seeing what possibly innocent person had been selected in order to deliver the paper to him. His stomach turned just at the thought of it.

Tonight was not for that, though. Instead he chose to bury it in the back of his brain and spend some much needed time with you. So why weren’t you home?

If there was one thing Peter knew and loved about you was that you were a schedule person. Totally type-a, your day planned to perfection and given it was just after six o’clock that evening, you should’ve been in the kitchen plating your dinner.

Except, there was no you in the kitchen, there was no music or television playing in the background, it looked as though nothing had been touched all day. Until he stepped further into the kitchen.

When his eyes darted over to the corner of your counter, partly covered by your fridge, he froze. There it sat. An uneaten bowl of cereal. The milk on the counter next to it, the cereal box still opened and there.

As he approached it, observing the contents, you hadn’t even gotten a spoon out yet. It was filled to the brim, more so than you would’ve liked, but given it hadn’t been touched some of the cereal had inflated from the milk.

“Bug?” His voice, calm and collected echoed out into the quiet flat. Finally prying his eyes away from the alarming sight he had just seen, he was stumped. Everything else in the living room and kitchen was exactly as it should have been.

Maybe you were running late this morning and didn’t realize until after you had made your breakfast. Yes, of course! That’s exactly what it was.

Peeking into your bedroom, his heart rate decreased, a sense of relief and ease settling over him at the entirely bogus reasoning he had used to calm himself down. Until the most unusual sight of all was spotted.

Your phone sitting soundly on your nightstand, still connected to the charger. His hand rubbed at his closed eyes, trying to will his breathing to return to a normal rate. Tapping the screen, it lit up with dozens of texts. Some from Peter, some from coworkers, a few missed calls from work.

Never would you ever forget your phone. Never would you ever not put the cereal back in its place. Something was wrong.

His trembling hands removed his own phone from his pocket, before entirely losing any semblance of sanity, he dialed your boss’s number. It picked up on the third ring and Peter did his best to sound as normal as he could.

“Hey, Guy! It’s Peter Parker,” he was instantly cut off by his chipper voice on the other end. “Peter! How the heck are you?” He sighed, a shaky laugh escaping him. “Great, great. I just have a quick question for you,” as Peter asked if you had made it into work today, Guy responded fast.

“No, actually she didn’t today or yesterday. Didn’t even call. It’s not like her at all. I think a few of her team members tried texting her and didn’t hear from her either. Everything okay?” It was the worst thing he could have been told at that moment.

Clearing his throat, he tried to remain calm. “Mhm, yeah, yes. She’s just, uh, very sick. It might be a few days before she’s well enough to get back to the office. I didn’t call earlier because I wasn’t sure if she had or not.”

Guy’s laugh of relief was palpable. “Whew, thank goodness! Okay, well tell her to rest up and we’ll see her when she’s all better.” Thanking him and quickly ending the call, Peter tore your apartment upside down.

Any clues he could think of, any sign of forced entry, anything at all. But there was nothing. It was all still in the pristine condition it had been left in. Not a single thing out of the ordinary despite the two big red flags. Even going through every app on your phone, just in case, but it was fruitless.

Alarm bells were chiming in his head, he knew something was wrong. He knew you were in some sort of danger. He collapsed on your couch, wracking his brain for anything that could have given him something to work with.

Then he saw it. Out of the corner of his eye. A small piece of white paper stuck to the tongue of a running shoe you never wore. Turned on its side. He couldn’t remember if he had knocked it over during his rushed search of your apartment, but as he picked it up, his blood turned to ice.

Taped to the shoe were the letters he dreaded seeing. Had been haunting him in his sleep for weeks. When he could sleep that was. Unlike the others, it was almost a clue as to where to go next. His eyes quickly saw the time and knew they were going to strike again soon. Far too soon.

One step forward, three steps back, find her quick before she’s the next attack

It was an anger unlike anything he had ever felt before. Not when his parents had died, not when uncle Ben died, it was so overpowering, Peter truly didn’t know how to control it. Darting out of your window, knowing he was on limited time, he began his search.

A near pointless search. A pill that was hard to swallow. Knowing the chances of actually finding you were so slim. He had the list in the back of his mind, places he had scouted previously that he knew they had used at one point or another.

That was the only thing he could think to do. Which is exactly what he did. Searching one by one individually, spending no more than thirty seconds to one minute at each location before going down the list. Did he destroy some of those places during his searches? Absolutely.

He only grew angrier with each location he arrived at that you weren’t in. His hope was running out. Knowing he was at the last two possible places you could be at that he knew about. It was an abandoned warehouse by the river. The first place he had ever tracked them to, but it was far too late when he made his discovery. They had been out of there for over a week by the time he found it.

They were always just a few steps ahead of him and it drove him mad. His masked face searched the premises from what he could see. Through one of the partly shattered windows, there appeared to be a figure on the far end of the building.

A single light shining on them, their back facing where Peter stood. Sitting in a chair, only a wisp of a shadow, no identifying features to be made out. Assuming it was going to be a fight he was about to step into, Peter broke the remainder of the window and launched himself in.

Eerily silent. No noise in the entire building apart from the howling wind outside. It was beginning to become mid-fall in the city and it was always your favorite time of year. No one was enjoying the crisp autumn air that evening.

It was unbearably stuffy in there. No fresh air had swept through the place in years. The stale scents made that abundantly clear. Peter hesitantly approached the figure, the lighting just so he couldn’t make anything out until only a few hundred yards away.

The minute he saw the tied hands behind the back of the chair, his heart soared. “Bu-bug!” His voice shouted, relief flowing off of him in waves, but they came crashing down just as fast.

He wasn’t even sure if it was you. Incredibly deformed from obvious beatings, your face was swollen, bruised, and bloody like he had never seen before. The zip tie around your wrists had cut into the skin, pieces of flesh hanging from it.

As he looked down, the sticky floor was a deep crimson, continuing to pool from your countless open wounds. No shoes were on your feet, they too were cut and dangling from your seated position, totally limp.

He wasn’t entirely sure what was in your mouth as a makeshift gag, but whatever it was had been there so long, your skin was raw and bruised around it. It was the first thing he removed and as he did, your chipped teeth entered his view.

A blanket was draped over you that was covered in things Peter did not even want to begin to imagine. It was the next thing he went to remove, but he halted the moment it was off your body.

There, stapled to your bare chest, was his next note. The same haunting letters, covered in either your own or someone else’s blood. Based on the missing fingernails, he assumed it was a fight you had given which made him silently pray it was someone else’s, yours already spilled too much.

It took him a second longer than he realized to see that your toes were mainly all facing the wrong way. Your arms bruised from newly broken bones, legs in the same condition.

His trembling voice was the first thing you heard as he cut the tie from your hands, whimpers and choked cries trying to escape your hoarse throat. Immediately going limp, Peter caught you. Your body was convulsing in ways he had never seen, unable to open your eyes and see that Peter had found you.

His tears made heavy tracts on his sweat riddled skin. His gloved hands smoothed over the inflamed sections of your face. “I’m-I’m here bug, I got you. I found you, baby. I got you, okay? It’s okay now, baby.” Despite knowing how difficult and incredibly painful his next actions were going to be, he had to get you out of there.

Medical attention was the only way you were going to be able to survive. That meant Peter was going to have to carry you to the hospital. No possibility of emergency services being able to get to you before it was too late.

He was right. Had he waited for emergency services you would have died. You had been in the hospital for three weeks now. Finally in a state where you were fully conscious, despite the pain that never subsided, you were doing better than everyone thought.

It was unclear how long you had been in their “care” before Peter had found you. Based on the little memory you had from the snatching, it was assumed you had been with them for at least forty-eight hours, possibly more.

Peter hadn’t left your side since. Growing tired of hearing the nurses and doctors praise Spider-Man for having found you and saving you when he did. Hardly. He had hardly saved you.

In fact, this was his fault. It was the conclusion he had made. His careless and reckless behaviors had led them straight to you. He hadn’t spoken to you in a week and look what they had done. They thought they had killed you. There hadn’t been another attack yet. It meant nothing though.

No, the note left for him said otherwise. You’ve made it three steps back, how long until the grand final act?

Peter was frightening you. Since you had been awake and aware of what was happening, he had hardly spoken to you. The deep purple bags under his eyes were only growing worse, skin a sickly gray you had never witnessed in a human before, face hollowing out from lack of rest and food.

All he did was write in his notebook.

Curled up in a chair, he stared at the pages for hours on end. Occasionally writing and scribbling in it. His eyes never rested, constantly darting around the pages. It had been weeks of this. Total silence from him, not sure how to talk to him when he was like…this.

It was another late night in the hospital, having drifted in and out of painful sleep all day. Based on the lack of staff and visitors present, you assumed it was the middle of the night. The hospital floor just outside your door was quiet. An easy night for the staff, you thought.

Trying to figure out how to eat a pudding cup, one of the only things you could keep down, was your current task at hand. The tv playing with hardly any sound, it being the only main light in there, Peter silently re-reading whatever was in that book. That was the current mood of your room.

Eating was difficult. Only having three working fingers on your non-dominant hand, luckily one being your thumb, you struggled to pick up the spoon, also knowing you couldn’t move your arm to bring the spoon to you or bend over to get closer to consume anything. Just trying to move to secure the spoon in your mangled fingers had you on the verge of tears, losing your breath along the way.

You could do nothing without help. Not wanting to ask Peter for any assistance because of how poor his mood was. That was where you two currently sat with one another. Scared to speak to him more than absolutely necessary. Hardly speaking since being here.

His eyes briefly glanced at you before realizing what you were trying to do, throwing his notebook onto the side table. “Hey, hey, hey! What are you even trying to do, bug?” His voice was soft, a slight laugh in his voice, exhaustion evident with each word spoken. Taking the spoon from your hand, he pulled his chair closer to the bed, beginning to bring it to your lips.

It was silent until your eyes darted back at the book, deciding to take a leap. “Whatcha writing?” Your cracked, gravelly, and weak voice echoed through the silent room.

It made him want to revert to a blind rage attack. Your voice that was usually so full of life and excitement. Strong and loud that could command an entire room with only a few words. Now, he could hardly hear you, understand you, look at you. Jaw clenching at the question, his teeth grinded together.

When he closed his eyes, he saw visions of you beaten in that warehouse, left for dead. The immense pain you had been suffering through ever since then. Scars that would never fade, both physically and mentally meant he couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat. Not until he found them.

Your face was doing better, still black and blue, but healing. Able to open your eyes and look at him despite the popped blood vessels. Bandages littered every inch of your skin, wrists tightly wrapped with special medicine for the skin loss.

“Notes,” he murmured, eyes darkening as you asked your question, obviously not wanting to speak about it more. Changing the topic as your pudding came to an end, his hand brushed through your hair, knuckles lightly brushing against your cheek. “What do you need? Anything?”

It was silly. A simple question to see if you really did need anything. It didn’t stop the tears from hurriedly falling down your face. “Yo-you, Peter. I need you. I don’t know where you’ve been, but it hasn’t been here with me. I feel like I’m healing on my own. Like you’re not even here. You sit in that chair, staring at that notebook for days on end. You’ve hardly looked at me, spoken to me, listened to me. Please, just come back to me. Please, Pete.” It was borderline begging, but months of pent up frustration had broken the dam.

Peter’s heart continued to crack with each additional word you said. Realization of what he was doing to you, slamming into him all at once. He nodded, chin resting on one of the side rails, sniffling himself. “I’m here, bug. Whatever you need. I’m so sorry.”

Your only non-fully broken hand you extended towards him, wincing in pain from the movement. Scared to touch you, he only placed your hand back down, removing the side rail to get as close as possible to you.

The rest of the night, you two sat chatting ,watching whatever movies you wanted. It was a glimpse at the man you had seemingly lost all those months ago. Peter was back.

You were released from the hospital just shy of a week later. Peter’s plan to nurse you back to health was his moving in with you. While it was just supposed to be while you recovered, you two ended up enjoying it so much, he was now permanently living there.

It felt like your relationship was shooting by leaps and bounds, spending time together like you had never experienced before. Him being there when you went to bed at night and his face being the first thing you spotted when your eyes opened was a treat you didn’t know you needed.

Feeling content, cared for, respected, and loved like never before. Peter admitted, with your confession to him in the hospital about how distant he had become, tore him apart. He had never seen you moved to tears in such a way, especially over him.

He didn’t realize how deep he had been sucked in until that moment. From then on, Peter swore to keep his other persona on the sidelines for a bit whilst you healed and needed him. Did that mean he was going to stop being Spider-Man in the meantime?

Of course not. It meant that side of him was reserved for the span of time from when you fell asleep to about forty minutes before you would wake up in the morning. Absolutely clueless as to the fact that he had been out all night.

Hunting. Stalking. Tracking.

It was the first night in which you didn’t need him to help lay you down in bed. Peter knew his sleep schedule was already fucked, each time his eyes would drift shut all he could see was you strapped to that chair, nearing death.

And the fact that he hadn’t caught them.

Keeping him up at night, when he could sleep it was plagued by nightmares. Peter knew that there was no opportunity for him to rest while these scumbags were still wandering the streets, looking for another prey to select for their sick games.

Which is why he was doing this without you knowing. Not wanting to worry you and cause you further stress. No, Peter could do this. Would do this. Had to do this. He had made amazing moves. Truly spectacular given the place he had been stuck in before.

They had no idea he had found them, watched their every move, plotted what he was going to do to them. Honestly, when he first spotted one of the three he had discovered had been involved in your…incident, it took every ounce of strength he had to not murder the man right then.

He had to remind himself that all he had to do was provide some patience and the reward would be unlike anything he imagined. And imagine he did.

It was what plagued his thoughts every single day as he watched you hobble around such short distances that only offered pain and tiredness from. His eyes would drift over your still bruised skin as he helped you bathe and it was like witnessing it all over again.

Your hand would tip his chin up, forcing him to lock eyes with you. It was nearly impossible to not see the sadness and hurt in his eyes. Disappointed in himself for letting this happen to you. It didn’t matter because what had happened was now in the past and all you were looking forward to was healing.

The emotional and traumatic scars left on you were not easy to mask. Perhaps that was another reason why Peter was so furious as well. If he moved too quickly behind you, you jumped and a small scream would follow. Trembling for upwards of an hour before settling down. Peter would have to tell you small things to gather your thoughts.

Feel my hand? I`m right here, bug. Here, I want you to use the remote and put on whatever you want. You feel the couch under you? You’re home, baby. You’re safe.

If it weren’t for Peter, you weren’t sure what you would do. He was your rock, your other half, offering reason for unreasonable thoughts. He was your Peter.

The rain was pattering against the window, a sort of white noise you weren’t expecting tonight, but were grateful for it nonetheless. It helped you drift off to a dreamless sleep, exhaustion from trying to do some basic things today taking too much out of you.

Peter was already out of the house before he knew you were soundly asleep. He couldn’t risk being late. Tonight was the night.

Weeks of following them, understanding and breaking their odd patterns, he watched as they went according to plan perfectly. A construction sight for a new high rise. This was their new rendezvous sight for the next attack.

There wouldn’t be another attack.

Counting silently in his head, as he saw a flicker of a small light near the top floor, his count was perfect. They entered exactly on schedule. Crawling down the side of the building and using the thunderstorm to his advantage, he shattered a window a few floors up.

There was no other way that he knew of other than how they had entered and that was far too risky as they had all other doors blocked. As he slowly descended the staircase to scout the floor and determine which room they were in, his hair stood on end as a voice hit his ear.

Three of them. All there. The monsters who were behind your attack. Simply waiting for him.

Except, they didn’t know they were waiting for him. No, tonight was a setup night. Preparation for the coming days of their next plan. Peter had determined fairly early on it was not going to be their final act like they had claimed.

The door was kept slightly ajar with a cinder block, no handles on them yet meaning if it closed, there was no way out for them. Which was their plan for their next victim. Leave the poor soul trapped here with no means of getting out alive.

Peter’s skin was crawling, every instinct shouting at him to just do it. End them now. It would be so easy. He shook off those thoughts, knowing his plan was the correct one.

He dropped to the floor behind them, one of them catching him out of the corner of their eye, a smirk taking over his face. “Spidey boy finally found us, boss.” The thick accent made him hard to understand. Peter kept silent. Very silent.

The other two turned to face him, matching looks on their hideous faces. “How’s your girl? You otta be more careful next time or she could get seriously hurt.” A chuckle escaped them. Peter still didn’t move, watching them from a few paces away.

Quickly deciding they weren’t a fan of the silent treatment, the largest man in the center who Peter knew to be their ringleader drew his gun. In the blink of an eye, web flew towards the gunman, pinning the weapon to the wall behind him.

“Come on now, you didn’t think I knew what you have on you? Just like how I know tweedledee over here is about to throw a knife at me,” Peter ducked out of the way as the blade hurdled towards him. “Now how about we all play nice and introduce ourselves?”

An over exaggerated sigh escaped Peter’s lips as the three men darted towards him, but he acted quickly, webbing them to the surrounding walls, letting one approach him to fight him. “Guess not. Okay, then. I guess I’ll be the one making the rules tonight then.”

Peter grabbed the three chairs from one of the corners of the room before leisurely strolling towards the door and pushing the cinder block from the opening. He whistled a made up tune as he removed them one by one, webbing them to the seats to the point of them not being able to move an inch.

“You know, it’s such a shame sometimes that I wear this mask because I would love you guys to see how big of a smile I have right now. Scouts honor, I am overjoyed that we finally get to do this!” He took his own seat directly across from them.

His head scanned them before pointing at the one on the right. “Let’s start with you bumblebee. What’s your name?” His black and yellow striped shirt was what appointed him his nickname. “You think we’re going to talk? I have nothing to say.”

Peter nodded at his words before looking at the other two. “Same goes for you two then, I assume?” When they didn’t respond, instead only seeing spit hurl towards him, he dropped his head, shaking it. “Such a shame. Alright, last chance. Just give me a name.”

Silence.

A shrug. “It brings me no joy to resort to this, fellas. I’m truly not a violent person. I pride myself on being as gentle as I can be. " He began pacing around, his chair discarded behind him now. “Igor, Viktor, Sasha.” He pointed at each of them individually as he divulged their names.

He gave himself a small satisfactory pump into the air at his success. He could tell he was correct by the little one on the lefts eyes growing slightly wider. It was just the start. As Peter continued on, he got tiny tidbits of information. Only when he presented to them what he knew. Which at this point was everything.

Names, date of births, addresses, spouses, children, education records, dental records, you name it, Peter had it. It still wasn’t enough to get them talking like how he wanted. Instead, Peter fell into the second part of his plan earlier than he had expected.

With seven toes, five fingers, three teeth, many beatings, and an ear, they were beginning to squeal. The leader, Igor, was suspended from the ceiling by his bound hands submerged in webbing. He was entirely nude, body cut up in ways that had blood spilling from him ferociously.

Viktor was webbed entirely to the floor, his entire body covered in fluid despite only one singular nostril. He was the one who cracked first which Peter expected after his reaction to his grandmothers home address in his tiny village in his home country. It was quickly discovered that he was mainly an action man, simply doing what he was told, not a mastermind of any sort.

The other one, Sasha, was who most of the beatings had gone towards once Viktor had divulged it was him who had mainly been the culprit in your beating. Webbed to the wall with no chance of escape, Peter mimicked all the injuries you had sustained on him and then some. Just missing a few fingers and toes now as well.

As the night drew to a close, Peter admired the work he had done. He wiped his gloved hands in a motion to signify he was wrapping up. They were hardly conscious enough at this point to understand what was happening to them. To understand the fate they had drawn themselves to.

There was just one final thing he needed to do. Grabbing the needle and thread he brought with him for tonight and tonight only, he walked slowly towards the nude man. “Did you know that I sew all of my suits? Crazy right! How in the world does he have the time to do this, you might ask. It’s a valid question, but you know what, if I took it to lets say a seamstress, I would be unbelievably broke. Not to mention, how does one drop off the Spider-Man suit without drawing suspicion. First world problems, am I right?” 

The man didn’t respond, but as Peter pierced the needle into his skin, his yelp rang in Peter’s ears. “Ah, ah, ah, don’t be moving around now, you’ll make my stitches go all out of wack here.” Peter took his time, but as he finished he admired the handy work.

Sewn into the man chest was a letter of his own. Crafted just for them. A message curated specifically for their enjoyment.

“How time flies, boys. Suns coming up here shortly. Time for me to be heading out.” He smashed a window, ready to crawl out, but he remembered one final thing he needed to do. Walking back over to Igor, he pulled his head back by the hair on his scalp, making him look into the bug eyed mask.

The whimper that fell from the grown man was laughable to Peter. “If you or your dogs come near anyone I love again, our next visit will not be as enjoyable as this one. If you get out of here, I mean.” Tears fell from the corner of his eyes as Peter released his head to fall back into its resting position.

“See you later, guys! Make better choices!” He called out behind himself as he crawled out the window, webbing it shut behind him before making his way home to you.

It was the first time in months that Peter felt like he could breathe. Taking in the fresh morning air, just minutes before the sun began to peak on the horizon, signaling the arrival of a new day. His lungs expanded with the deep breath of air, wanting to sob at the weight removed from his shoulders.

As he made his way back into the apartment, he spotted you in bed. Still curled up in the comforter, sound asleep, none the wiser of his whereabouts the night before. The brusing getting less and less noticeable by the day.

When he crawled into bed next to you, he refused to fall asleep, not tired in the least. No, instead as the sun began to shine through the curtains, he watched you. Watched as your chest rose and fell with each breath, grateful you were taking those breaths.

Because Peter knew that it wasn’t long ago where those breaths weren’t guaranteed. Now, he counted each one, to make sure you were okay. Of course you were okay now. Peter just needed to make sure.

It wasn’t too long after when you began stirring, eyes blinking open to see his golden eyes staring down at you with the softest gaze Peter had ever had. “Morning,” you mumbled, he whispered it back to you.

“You sleep okay?” He asked, to which you nodded, asking him the same. “Of course I did.” You smiled, getting up and ready to start your day.

You just needed to pretended you didn’t see the bruises adorning his knuckles. “What’s for breakfast?”

[orangeboulevard]

Seven: Climb (Venom!Reader x AndrewGarfield!Spiderman)

Summary: Peter Parker should know that anything that can go wrong will go wrong on his patrols.

Word Count: 578

"I do not understand you!" A voice with an odd inflection and guttural tone bombarded Peter's ears.

"We can't just eat anyone, okay? Why is that so hard to understand?"

Peter noted a different voice, its sound was much kinder to Peter's intensified hearing but its actual words left him stupefied. Peter Parker, clad in his Spider-Man costume, had been absentmindedly scaling the side of a building on his patrol when he found himself eavesdropping on a very unusual conversation.

"You said 'bad people', he was clearly a bad person, he was stealing!" The first voice argued.

"Stealing baby wipes and diapers! We don't eat people like that." Peter had to keep himself from leaping from the wall, there were cannibals on that rooftop! Cannibalism is definitely on his list of no-nos.

"Human morals are too complicated to understand. My own race follows no such stupid rules, it is as your Darwin would say 'survival of the fittest'."

"That's why you're on Earth because you're definitely not the fittest-" This statement was met with an indignified roar that almost made Peter shit himself. "-And how do you even know about Darwin?... Have you been on the internet again!?"

"..."

"I told you no web surfing while I sleep!" "It is very boring! I cannot help myself!" "I can't believe you!"

Peter had heard enough damning evidence to bring these people in, the strange and sick cannibals that they were, so with a swift movement- he launched himself up and landed on the roof. Oddly, he only found one person instead of two. He tilted his head and almost jumped back in sheer fear as the person transformed into a dark towering beast.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?"

"Aw, is the little spider afraid? You should be. The tasty meal that you are."

"There will be no eating or snacking of any kind, thank you very much!" Peter squeaked out, feeling very much out of his depth with this new adversary. 

The huge creature scrambled towards him on all fours eliciting an unmanly shriek from the young man as he flung himself out of reach of it. It turned to follow him but before it could, it transformed back into the recognisable shape of a human. Peter let out a shaky breath as you held your hands up. 

"Sorry, sorry! Spider-Man, right? Aw, man. I'm a huge fan. Sucks we have to meet like this." Peter felt whiplash at the difference in the interactions, he couldn't respond with how perplexed and dumbfounded he was.

A serpentine black sludge erupted from your neck, it curled around to face you, and all of its razor-sharp white fangs were born, "I am hungry, I do not care about who Spider-Man is or your attraction to him!"

You splutter, face heating up, "What? No, I'm not- such slander! How preposterous!"

Peter ran a gloved hand down his face before leaping down to be face to face with you, "I'm sorry but what the hell is going on right now? What IS that? Do you have a sentient tapeworm?"

"TAPEWORM?"

"Sorry! Not a tapeworm, sorry!"

You cough and stuff your hands into your pockets, and you begin to ramble, "He's just an alien, picked him up a while ago, and he's just uhh carnivorous. Don't take me to the police, please, you're so sexy ahaha."

Peter tilted his head in confusion.

[lilacvine]

AndrewGarfield!Peter Parker NSFW alphabet

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TomHolland!Peter Parker NSFW alphabet

TobeyMaguire!Peter Parker NSFW alphabet

Date posted: 04/22/2022

Words: 1.5k+

Pairing: AndrewGarfield!Peter Parker x reader

Summary: NSFW alphabet

Tags: shower sex, thigh kink, creampie, stalker!Peter, ties, web kink, dirty talk, reader has a vagina, double penetration, praise.

A/N: This one is from a three-part series of NSFW alphabet for the three Peters!

Thanks to @realspideyspice , @withahappyrefrain , @squiddtheekidd and @purple-soaps for whispering some ideas to me when drunk!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Peter brings you a water bottle, makes a few jokes about how fucked out one or the other or both look and helps you get into the shower. Once you’re in there, he cleans you up and takes the opportunity to go for another round.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Peter loves his hands, they’re strong and agile. On your side, you’re impressed by how they create little technological wonders and how easily they find your g-spot.

If there’s one body part of yours Peter can’t get enough of, it’s surely your thighs. He just wants to spend his entire time between your legs, cheeks pressed against your thighs as you squeeze them around his head from the ecstatic pleasure your boyfriend’s tongue lapping up your juices gives you. 

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

It takes some time for Peter to come inside of you and the reason is that for a long time, he thought he didn’t deserve it. He associates creampies with having kids and even though his trip in the multiverse helped him heal some of his psychological wounds, he still thought that he didn’t deserve kids. But with time and love, his self-esteem went up and he was able to let himself go. So before being able to fill you up, he’d come on your thighs and tummy.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Peter will never admit it, he can’t say it to you, you’ll be terrified and you'll snap at him inevitably, he’s sure of it. The first time he saw you, it was from afar, you were a mere stranger, yet another person in the flooded crowds of New York. Peter saw something in you, beauty that made him dizzy and a smile that warmed his heart. He started following you as Spider-Man, until the day he finally caught your name, then he looked you up on the Internet as Peter Parker. In less than three hours he knew who your family was, where you grew up, where you worked, if you were single and where you lived. He made it his mandatory task to protect you, follow you home and make sure you made it safe. But all of this was never enough, he needed more, he wanted to touch you, talk to you, feel you, but he was way too shy to do it. One unforgettable night, you left your apartment with your friend group as Peter watched you from the top of your building. Thanks to his enhanced hearing, he knew that you had forgotten to close your window, so as the sweet man he is, he went down to your balcony to do it for you. But the moment Peter’s feet hit the metallic platform, your perfume invaded his nostrils. That was the closest he had ever felt to you. It was as if you were a virus, you took control of his brain you deleted every rational thought he had and forced him to do things that were morally wrong and the next thing he knew, his nose was buried in the dirty panties you had left in your laundry basket while his fist was frantically moving up and down his cock, red tip furiously leaking with precum. When he finally came, shame overtook him. That wasn't him, he was feeling himself turning into a new sort of bad, the perverted type, disgusting. He swore to himself that this would never happen again, but still, he left with your panties safely tucked inside of his suit. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

His first and only significant other before you was Gwen. He had a few flings in the past few years, all awkward. Peter was missing the emotional connection, because of it, it never felt really good. You had been dating for a few weeks before Peter and you started having sex and it was the first time in years he hadn't felt that good during sex. 

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Peter loves a good mating press. Your legs are stuck, he can hit your sweet spot and he can look at the pretty face you make as you come over and over again. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He's a goofball. If there's a spot for a little joke, he'll make it. 

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He has brown curls that he trims a bit. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Peter loves you with his whole being and he never misses to show it to you, even during the roughest session. He does it by asking for your color, worshiping your body and whispering sweet nothings after calling you his “dirty slut”.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He jacks off a lot before you start dating, especially while sniffing your stolen panties. Once you’re together, he calls you if he needs to, he likes phone sex.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Let’s call that a web kink. He knows how to make intricate knots with his webs and he loves to use that on you to keep you open at the best angle but he loves it even more when you use it on him.

Peter also has a strong choking kink. When you’re the one controlling the air flow coming to his lungs is when he feels the most in control because he knows he did the right thing by putting his life in between your hands. Just the feeling of your fingers lightly touching his neck is enough to make him dizzy.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere is his favorite place, this man is a sex machine. 

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Caring behaviors kind of turn him on. You're taking care of Peter when he's sick? Boner. You stay awake until the early hours of the day just to make sure that he comes home safe? He's hard as fuck. You send him a random "I love you" during the day? His legs are open. 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Peter is willing to try anything (sanitarily) safe once. 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Being the perfectly balanced switch, Peter equally loves giving and receiving, so 69 comes in handy with him. Also, be sure that this man will eat it from behind without hesitation. 

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on the moment and who's leading. At the beginning of the relationship, you're always on top, slow, savoring every inch of each other but as Peter gains confidence, you roles slowly switch and the both of you don't hesitate to play it rough. 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Quickies are appreciated! He has a busy schedule so if the only way to have you is quickly in a corner, he'll take the opportunity. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

As said before he'll try anything once, sometimes, he's the one that will ask for something new. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

You'd say the count is unlimited because you've never had the chance to fuck him to exhaustion, you're always the one that surrenders first. But you know a few tricks to make him come quickly which doesn't bother him at all since Peter has a quick recovery time. 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

You own a few toys used on the both of you. Peter's favorite is your clear dildo, he loves to use it for double penetration, the faces you make from the added stimulation are delightful to watch. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is the teasing king. He will work you up all day just to give you a "It's patrol tonight" when your day is over. He's a little bastard.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Peter is very loud, he gets you noise complaints from the neighbors. He talks a lot too, dirty talking is his thing. 

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Peter's mind is so hazy and he's so overstimulated when you're having sex that you could ask him anything. The truth will instantly fall out of his mouth and that's actually how you managed to found out he was Spider-Man. You were riding him, his mouth was slightly open letting moans out, eyes foggy with pleasure, read cheeks and disheveled hair when you asked him. His answer was and I quote "Fuck, yes I am, I am Spider-Man! You're right! My girl is so fucking smart!". 

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Peter is long and uncircumcised. He is also incredibly hard? Radioactive spider things I guess… 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It's very high and every once in a while, there'll be a 24-hour period where he will be insatiable. Once again, radioactive spider things maybe? 

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He wants to make sure you're good first before falling asleep, so he'll wait for you to sleep to do it too.

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[tuamor13]

A Tattoo Kiss - P.P

Fandom: Marvel/TASM

Pairing: TASM!Peter x Reader

Summary: You love marking up your boyfriend. He looks like he’s yours. And he is.

(A small blurb bcs I love this man)

Warnings: Hickeys ofc, kissing, suggestive content, Some dry humping but only a lil bit, fluff

You grinded your hips against his bulge making him let out a moan. Your lips went from his mouth, to his jaw, and down to his neck.

You started sucking and biting all around making sure to leave a mark every where.

“Jesus, honey you’re marking me up.” He laughed. He let out another small moan when you sucked on a sweet spot of his. He bucked up his hips a bit making you gasp lightly. Earning another laugh from him.

“Want people to know your mine.” You laughed lightly into his ear. You grinded again.

“Are you mine?” You asked. You looked at him with lust and love in your eyes. He threw his head back when you grinded again.

“Yes. I’m all yours baby.” He laughed. You smiled and kissed his lips again before continuing to leave hickeys all over him.

“I belong to you and only you.”

[dracoslittleangel]

Nothing, just my baby Andrew Garfield with kids...(part2)

[arkhamknightz]

hi lovie, how are you? could i request andrew x reader where andrew has a celebrity crush on reader and he casually mentions in a interview (maybe wided autocomplete interview or the actually me one) and how reader could react to it? plsss and thank u <3 have a good day bunny

crush culture !

↳ in which, an interview flips ur world upside-down!

pronouns: they/them

warnings: none :)

notes: OH MY GODDD the second i got this in my inbox i literally dropped everything i was doing to start writing this omg this prompt is EVERYTHINGGG i'm sorry if i didn't do it justice i wasn't sure how to go about the interview i tried piecing it together in a bit of a funny way, but! you can imagine urself anyway u want in this as job isn't specified :D

"hello! welcome y/n it's good to have you back! i think i can speak for everyone here when we say we've missed you at the tonight show, how are you?" you smiled and let out a small chuckle, "i've been good! i've been really good, it's nice to be back here jimmy!"

the audience erupted into cheers as the screen beside you switched over to another interview. you turned around and looked at the screen and laughed as you saw a large thumbnail with andrew garfield's face. "so! y/n, i don't know if you've seen this interview yet but! theres this really interesting clip we wanna show you." you smiled and shook your head. "it's always something with you, i knew you didn't just wanna see me out of the blue!"

jimmy smacked his leg and let out a loud laugh, yelling to play the clip over the sound of the audience. you looked over to the screen once again and watched the video.

"hi! im andrew garfield and this, is the wired auto-complete interview, good luck" the audience let out a laugh and started to go quiet again as he continued talking. "is andrew garfield.. a nice guy" you let out a small chuckle as he went on, he moved onto the next question and jimmy looked at you and a small smirk grew on his face. "who is andrew garfield.. celebrity crush" andrew let out a laugh and the audience started cheering.

your face grew red as he continued speaking. "this is what you guys are googling?? um, i would have to say y/n y/l/n, oh god this feels so weird to say but they're great! their stuff is amazing and they seem like such an amazing, kind person. i havent met them before but big fan of their work."

the screen went blank and the crowd started cheering, you hid your face in your hands at attempt to hide the blush growing on your cheeks and jimmy let out a laugh. "you haven't seen this before?" you shook your head no.

"dude! oh my god i would've went insane about this are you kidding! great guy, i've seen a ton of his works and had a crush on him for years after i saw him on the social network! you shouldve seen me after he played spid- wait i shouldn't have said that ohmygod this is gonna be held against my career for the rest of my life SOMEONE GET ME OUT OF HERE" you stood up frantically and jimmy let out a loud laugh as the crowd started yelling.

"i didnt- i didnt even have to try to pry anything out of you like i normally would've that came out so naturally have you been rehearsing this? WELL! call it a night folks we got what we wanted!" jimmy joked as you sat back down covering your face. "this is gonna be all over the internet and im gonna end up ending my entire career i can't go outside anymore after today oh lord"

"give it like two, three weeks and ill get andrew in this chair-" "ohhhhh no you will not" "just you wait y/n! it'll happen!"

(yasss this gives me a chance to make a part 2 if anyone wants this Quite possibly will get andrew And y/n to interact some way if you want it I Do not know how But i Will find A Way.)

[helplesslyinlovewithcharacters]

meet cute - tasm!peter parker x reader

summary - meet cute, noun: an amusing or charming first encounter between two characters that leads to the development of a romantic relationship between them.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry, I know I’m late” Peter opened his mouth but was quickly beaten to the task of speaking. “My meeting ran over and then Lydia called – have you heard from her? She had another fight with Tom. How those two live together will never cease to amaze me. Have you ordered yet? I think I fancy the spaghetti today”

There was a startled pause as she lifted her gaze. “You’re not Jane”

Peter gaped at the woman before him. Throughout her tirade, she’d hung her jacket across the back of her chair, unfolded her napkin and smoothed it over her lap, picked up a menu and browsed the wine options – of which there were many fine, albeit alarmingly expensive choices – all without looking at him.

Now, however, her attention was unwaveringly, unnervingly fixed on his face. His confused, perhaps understandably flustered face.

“No, no I’m not”

She half-winced, half-smiled. “Yeah, I can see that”

“Sorry” He laughed; the sound small but only a little awkward.

“Sorry? I believe I’m the one who stormed over to your table and ambushed you” Carefully, she picked the napkin from her lap, retracing the steamed folds and laying it neatly between the cutlery. “This is Jane and I’s table. I was in such a flap I didn’t even notice”

His brow lowered, but his smile remained intact. “A flap?”

“If you couldn’t tell, I’m somewhat stressed” Embarrassment warred with intrigue as she shifted in her seat, out of place but not unwelcome.

“Nah, you’re breezing through it”

She laughed, seemingly despite herself as she gathered her belongings. Peter held her gaze when she stood, maybe for a beat too long.

“Right – I should, I should go find Jane and leave you to whatever you were doing”

“I’m meeting my aunt – got some big news to share” He frowned, but her lips twitched at his ramblings.

“Well, good luck”

“Thanks” He should have let her walk away. Peter knew that. Should have let himself become an embarrassing anecdote but. But he didn’t want to. He wanted more of that smile, and laugh, and those bright eyes. “So, spaghetti’s the dish to order?”

She hummed her assent, pressing forward onto her toes before letting herself rock back onto her heels. “Goes really well – too well – with the Spanish red”

Peter winced on instinct. Her smile rushed to soothe him.

“I’ll admit, its pricey but, coincidentally, it’s also to die for, so” A huff of laughter pushed past her lips as her gaze bounced away from his, shy. “Plus, you’ve got big news to share. Surely that’s worth celebrating”

Warmth flooded his stomach at the thought of this beautiful stranger believing he deserved nice things. Pinpricks of heat pinked his checks, colouring him with flustered satisfaction.

“And if the big news is bad?” He needed to stop talking. To let her walk away. But he really like the brightness in her eyes, the dip of her chin as she settled under his gaze.

“Then you definitely need it to aid your woes” Peter laughed, enamoured already, and begging himself not to be. “And, y’know, if you drink enough of it, you’ll forget the crazy woman who hijacked your evening”

“Not crazy”

“No?”

“Nah, just having a flap” Her laugh was high, catching in her chest. The fabric of her jacket bunched beneath her fingers as they twisted into the fabric meanly, pulling it further over the cradle of her arm.

“I’ll have to take your word for it –“

“Peter,” he supplied quickly, eyes following the dip in her smile, the creases it sketched around her eyes. Her smile lines were pushing him firmly over the edge, his heart stuttering a happy rhythm in his chest.

Shy under his appraisal, an embarrassed huff shifted the hair around her face. A spark of courage sent her gaze back to his. “Hi”

A quiet snort of laughter disrupted his response. The pink of his cheeks spread to his ears. Thank god May was late. “Hi”

The call of her name pulled her attention away, a glance cast over her shoulder. Peter found himself adrift without the shy quirk of her smile, the soft lilt of her voice.

“I should probably head over –”

“Would you – sorry” He winced at the interruption, far too out of practice for what he was about to attempt. “How would you feel about assisting a novice, such as myself, in their exploration of a menu you appear to be an expert of?”

Her teeth pressed into the plush swell of her bottom lip. A new surge of warmth flooded his cheeks.

“Well, given that you’re obviously in desperate need of guidance,” Laughing at her own performance, she inched closer to the table. “I could take pity of you, give you a proper tour of the menu. Friday work for you?”

“Friday’s good”

“Great”

“Great,” Peter parroted her happily, a giddiness bubbling in his chest.

The call of her name was louder this time, impatient, if a little bemused. Her eyes widened dramatically, embarrassed but bright with joy as she scribbled onto a scrap of paper before sliding it across the table. A messy loop of numbers below her name and not one but two kisses. He flushed with pleasured. Not quite sure why this pretty girl kept offering him such bright smiles and her number but equally unwilling to question it.

Spinning on her heel a touch too quickly, she rushed into the path of a waiter, close to toppling the burden of plates in his arms. A ramble of stumbled apologies tumbled from her lips, her smile turning to a grimace as she risked a glance over her shoulder at Peter.

Unable to contain the bubble of laughter in his chest, Peter mouthed “A flap”, his hands fluttering in front of him in a ridiculous imitation that pushed the apples of her cheeks back into a happy smile.

“What in god’s name are you doing?”

Hands falling to the table with a thud that was a little too loud to cover easily, Peter met May’s eye with a grin that was far too wide and buoyant to be explained away.

He was really, really looking forward to Friday.

[psychedelic-ink]

— jumpsuit.

pairing: circus ringmaster!tasm!peter parker x animal rights activist!fem!reader

genre: dark circus au, enemies to lovers, smut

word count: 3.3k

warnings: enemies to lovers, peter's kinda sus, fourth wall break in like one sentence, mentions of animals being in cages, rough make-out session, mild dirty talking, hair pulling, vaginal s.ex

summary: you're an animal rights activist who has been closing down many circuses in your are due to animal cruelty, except for one: Spider’s Enchanting Circus. During a show you decide to sneak to take some pictures but the ringmaster is waiting for you.

a/n: this was written for @spidervee 's april is for au's writing event! Been wanting to write something like this for ages and finally this gave me motivation to do so, so thank you!! and a special thank you to @leydileyla who beta read this <33

I couldn't help myself and made a playlist for this click here to listen!

You despise all of it. 

You despise the smell of fresh popcorn, the scent of sweet cotton candy, the joyful chitter-chatter of the people, the laughing children who play far away from their mother’s long skirts. Every little bit of it makes your gut wrench in agony. You take in quick, sharp breaths and look up. The moon shines bright upon you all, the glow of the moonlight elevating everyone’s skin with a soft glow. A child bumps into you and you scorn at the young boy, hence making him run away with fear. You are not the monster here. The monster who you seeked and wished to bury was hiding amongst the comfort of his large, banal tent. The Spider’s Enchanting Circus lays ahead, red and white artificial fiber moving with the wind, mimicking the waves of a desolate sea. 

Quickly, you begrudgingly buy a ticket, the prices raised up due to your last minute purchase. You feign a smile at the seller and tip your hat, adjusting it so it would cover more of your features. You can’t afford anyone recognizing you now or later. Swiftly, you mix into the crowd, looking at them all with disgust as they were fooled by the colorful lights and sparkles of a well put on show. 

The true horror is beyond those curtains– the cruelty the animals must suffer under the hands of greedy humans. 

The Spider’s Enchanting Circus was the last circus still open for business. It aggravated you. The rest you had managed to close down with your colleagues, they had all gone down like domino stones, but not this one. The spider is too tricky. No photographing is allowed inside, no lingering after shows, no snooping around– Those animal rights activists who did manage to sneak around, got caught, came back the next day dazzled, saying there was no harm being done to animals. You believe the reason for this to be bribery. But who knows? Tonight you will find out everything.

With the rest of the crowd, you scurry inside. You’re highly agitated, annoyed whenever you see the twinkle inside of other’s eyes. You lift your gaze away from the ground, finally looking up as the corridor ends– 

This is the first time you see the inside. 

You hate to admit, but your heart begins to beat faster, fluttering in your chest as the breath is knocked from your lungs. The inside is huge, much bigger than you anticipated, fairy lights decorating above, mimicking the endless stars that decorate the night sky. You look ahead towards the stage, another stranger bumps into you, muttering about you blocking the way. Red and blue smoke covers the stage but you can faintly see the silhouettes of performers huddling within, you lick your lips as a child-like excitement fills your chest. Then you suddenly shake your head, blinking rapidly as you remember what you were doing here in the first place. Your lips forming a thin line, you part away from the crowd and walk beneath the benches. You were hoping this route is discreet enough and will eventually lead you backstage. 

Your plan is simple; Sneak backstage, take pictures of the caged animals and leave without anyone noticing you. Easy peasy. 

When you reach backstage you’re disappointed to see that no animals can be seen. There’s costumes, magic boxes and other items you’re not quite sure what they are. You hear a loud muffled clapping and cheering, and an announcer soon follows. Alerting you that the show has begun. The small hairs on your nape stand up, a chill overtaking your body as you frantically look around. You can’t shake the feeling of being watched. Placing a hand on your chest, you breathe– In and out– Slowly. It was just your nerves. No one is here… though… Now you think about it, why isn’t anyone backstage? 

“My my look at you,” 

A shudder crawls up your spine in the form of a spider, you feel sick as you slowly turn on your heel. You’ve never seen the ringmaster up close before, he’s much more…put together than you expected. He has dark brown, soft looking hair that gently curls above his forehead, the color of his eyes is a dark, warm chocolate and framed with long lashes. His smile is a mischievous one, the tip of his canines showing as it grows the more you stare. You swallow, eyes traveling lower while you take a step back. He has a lean, yet muscular body. He’s wearing a black tight suit, a top hat above his head and a fluffy boa wrapped loosely around his neck. He tilts his head to the side, you notice that he’s observing you as well. 

He tips his hat, his eyes never leaving your figure as they peek through his lashes. 

“I’ve been dying to meet you– The trouble-maker,” he purrs, there’s a certain melody to his voice and it makes you feel uneasy. 

You puff up your chest, feigning confidence as your nails digs into your palms. You’re not surprised that he knows of your presence, but you didn’t come here empty handed. 

“I’ve been dying to meet you too,” you lace your voice with venom. “Peter Parker.” 

He freezes upon hearing his name. Another shudder climbs up your spine, something dark passes through his gaze but he quickly hides it with a charming smile. But you can see as clear as day how tense his muscles got, his chin strained as he tries to keep up his facade. 

“Using name’s without one’s permission is quite rude, is it not?” he clicks his tongue. “And dangerous if I might add,” 

“Are you implying I’m in danger, Mr. Parker? If so, that would make my job much more easier,” 

“And what this job might be, y/n?” 

Your stomach churns when he uses your name, you should’ve expected it but it still comes as a shock. He walks forward and before you know it he’s behind you, his movements remind you of one of a snake. You feel Peter’s breath against your nape, goosebumps bursting across your skin. Embarrassingly enough your breath hitches. You can almost feel his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, your mind swirls. 

“You must think I’m a fool if you think I’ll tell you anything,” you chuckle but it sounds fake even to you. “I’ll be taking my leave now–” 

“Oh, you certainly won't be doing that–” he mutters your name directly into your ear, a sigh escapes your lips. 

He’s playing you like an instrument. You hate it. 

You part your lips to snap back but before you can you hear a lever being pulled and the floor disappears from underneath your feet. You scream as you fall into darkness, your hand reaching up in hopes to catch the light that slowly becomes smaller and smaller. You can vaguely see Peter falling right beside you, the frame of his face illuminated by the light that soon disappears completely, before it does you see his lips twisting into a sly grin and he winks at you. 

It feels like you’ve been falling forever. Your throat is sore from the screaming and your heart feels like it might burst out of your chest at any given moment. You’re not sure if your eyes are closed or you think of that due to the darkness– 

A soft light suddenly blinds you and you find yourself sprawled on top of endless animal plushies. Your chest heaves as you claw the soft toys, feeling their fur as you take in deep,sharp breaths. You scan your surroundings, there’s a piano in the corner and Peter stands right next to it, he’s unphased by the fall, his hair and smile still intact. You still feel a bit light headed as you collect yourself off of the pile of plushies. Holding your head you take a step closer to him, your eyes going in between Peter and the untouched, dusty piano. 

“You’re not going to sing to me are you?” you say, looking up to where you fell from. “And where the hell are we?” 

Peter chuckles but there’s no emotion behind it. 

“No, I’m not going to sing to you. Besides it would be quite hard to do in this form of media,” 

“What?” 

He quickly waves his hand, dismissing your question entirely. “Oh, nothing– Anyway as for your second question, we’re underneath the circus,” 

“Why did you bring me here?” 

“Just thought you and I should have a chat. I do know why you’re here you know, and I’m here to convince you whatever you think we’re doing, we are not,” 

You snort, “I have my doubts. You say you know why I’m here, enlighten me then,” 

You jump when the piano begins to play on its own. Your eyes widen with horror while Peter takes a step closer to you, his forefinger tapping against his jawline. 

“You think we torture animals,” he says, strolling around you like a vulture. You have trouble keeping an eye on him, you begin to sweat. “You’re an animal rights activist which is most admirable but you’re barking the wrong tree– We take good care of our animals as you can see,” 

The rest of the room lights up, the soft light now so bright that it burns your irises. You quickly squint, eyelids slowly opening as your eyes adjust and when your vision is completely clear, your jaw drops– the room, which is much bigger than a regular room, is filled with glass cages, in retrospect they’re clean, filled with trees, food and fresh air. How it has all those things confuses you but you opt to not question it. Somehow the glass cages are  much more open than most zoo’s and definitely much better than other circuses but it’s still wrong. It makes you sick. The individual cages contain lions, elephants and other animals. 

“See they’re all cared for, no need to fret,” 

“You’re sick,” you snarl, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “These are still cages, it doesn’t matter how nice it may seem,” 

“Well, what shall we do in this predicament then? What’s your big bold plan that’s going to close down my circus?” 

“I…I’ll take pictures–” 

“With this?” Peter holds up the camera that was supposed to be in your bag. “Sorry darling, you won’t be getting evidence of what goes down in my circus,” 

Again, Peter’s behind you, his chest brushing against your back as he holds the camera an inch away from your face. He lets it fall to the floor, a loud crash is heard, it breaks into a million pieces. Your brows furrow with frustration, anger growing inside of you the longer you stare at the broken machine. The piano is still playing, a bit faster now. Your breath stutters. 

“You asshole–” 

“You kiss your mother with that mouth?” 

Peter is suddenly in front of you once again, you grit your teeth and lunge forward. He swiftly moves away from your hands that had no aim and chuckles. Peter playfully turns on his heel and rolls his shoulders, you want to strangle him. 

“Now what?” you hiss. “Are you going to keep me in a cage too?” 

Peter curiously raises his eyebrow, a cat-like smile spreading across his lips as he walks towards you. He stops only an inch away, he raises his gloved hand and gently tilts your head up by your chin. Your body heats up when he forces you to lock your gaze with him, your lips part and you let out a silent gasp. 

“Now that’s rather an enticing idea but no. I do not plan on keeping you hostage, quite the contrary in fact, you’ll be walking out of here quite regularly so you don’t need to fear me or my circus,” 

“I do not fear you.” you jeer. “And you can’t silence me. I’ll keep coming back.” 

“That’s the outcome I’m hoping for. It would pain me to never see you again.” 

Your mouth opens and closes like a fish. You’re lost for words, not really knowing how to respond to his flirtatious remarks as he still holds his finger under your chin. You absolutely hate how conceited he is, how sure of himself he is– Yet your curiosity edges you to explore more. Peter’s smile only grows, his thumb slides up your jaw and brushes against your lips. He presses his thumb and without even thinking you part your lips. You stop breathing when he slides the limb between them, the taste of leather heavy on your tongue as he feels the wet muscle. 

“Look at that, it seems you don’t see me as a complete monster– Ouch!”

Peter yanks his hand away, hissing at the pain as you shoot him a triumphant smile. Upon noticing your reaction he laughs, tilting his head as he licks his lips. 

“You bit me?” he asks despite knowing that you did. “Maybe I should keep you in a cage,” 

You only smile, flashing him your teeth as he hurriedly makes his way towards you. Before you can react, he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls your head back. He dives into your fully exposed neck, tracing his tongue against the artery, he drags his teeth as well. You groan at the feeling, your body growing hot by the second. Your heart thuds loudly in your chest and your head begins to spin, mild jolts of pain spread throughout your scalp but you don’t object to it. Peter’s mouth moves against the underside of your jaw, his lips crashing down on yours in a bruising kiss. 

Peter sucks the air from your lungs and you fear this might’ve been his plan all along. His free hand travels down your body, feeling everything you have to offer. He shoves his tongue in your mouth, tasting you as your teeth clank together, his nose smushed against yours as he cocks his head to the side. He cups one of your breasts and squeezes, it coaxes a sheer moan out of you and you break the kiss, breathing heavily as he grins down at you. 

“You like that?” he whispers, he flattens his tongue against your lips and chuckles. “I thought I was a menace?” 

“Shut up,” you groan. “You talk to much,” 

“Do I, now? I haven’t noticed–” 

You drown out the words he’s about to blabber with a kiss of your own, you can feel him smiling against it and it agitates you further. Your hands claw at his chest, desperately trying to unbutton his obnoxious shirt. Peter’s hands come down to your wrists and squeeze them, it’s uncharastically gentle. He moans into your mouth as he guides you, hips grinding against yours while you finally manage to strip him. The fluffy boa falls to the floor along with the shirt, your fingertips traveling along his taut muscles. Peter takes a step forward and you take one back, your lips never leaving one another until you fall on top of the pile of plushies. You look up to him, flustered as you take in the sight of his body. He begins to undo his belt and gestures to your clothes with his eyes. 

“Strip.” 

“I’m doing no such thing while you’re looking at me like a piece of meat,” 

“I’m merely returning the look you’re giving to me,” he purrs. “Now strip, or do you want me to do that for you?” 

You glare at him as you throw your cap to the side and pull off your shirt. 

“Good girl.” 

Your body reacts at his words, your cunt fluttering while you quickly tug down your pants and as soon as you do Peter, the ringmaster you wanted to throw into prison, is all over you. His lips are on your neck, both hands on your breasts, fingers pinching your nipples as you close your eyes in pure ecstasy. Your lips part with a moan you’re ashamed to make but you can’t help it as the man devours you like a man starving. Peter grinds his cock against your stomach, it feels hot against your skin and your back arches. He sinks his teeth into your neck as a response, he bites it so hard that your fingers threads his hair, tugging harshly so that he’ll let go. Peter sucks on your skin one last time before letting go of you with a pop. His one hand travels between your writing bodies, his fingers curling around his cock, he positions it so it’s resting right between your wet folds. 

When his length rubs against your clit, you can’t help the way you cry out. 

“Tell me what you want and don’t hold back on the details,” 

Your breathing hitches, lungs burning as you contemplate if you should answer him or not. While the silence grows between the two of you, your awareness of what you were doing also grows. But despite it, you don’t want to stop. Peter grins, grinding his hips once more, he intently watches the way your face contorts with pleasure. 

“I do have a show to run, you know? I don’t have all day,” 

You decide to trade your pride in for only mere moments of pleasure, hopefully it’ll be worth it. 

“I want you to fuck me,” you choke out. “I want you to make me cum again and again as you whisper absolute filth into my ear– Does that sound like something you can do, Peter Parker?” 

“Oh, I’m loving this. Don’t worry y/n, I’m not letting you leave this circus until you’re thoroughly satisfied,” he groans and presses his face into the crook of your neck. “You’re so fucking wet,” 

Your cheek heats up at the remark but you have little time to drown in embarrassment as he pushes in with one swift motion. Your eyes open wide, heart fluttering as your cunt squeezes around him. The way he stretches you is indescribable, his cock reaching your deepest parts while he nibbles your neck. Groaning, you roll your hips and the both of you groan and the overwhelming sensations. Peter chuckles, his lips travel down and he sucks one nipple into his mouth as he begins to rock his hips. 

You’re left breathless at the way he thrusts into you; Fast, hard and calculated. He’s hitting all the spots to make your head spin, meanwhile his tongue dances along your fully erect nipple. Peter is playing you like an instrument, every moan and whimper he coaxes out of you is a new set of lyrics accompanying the melody of the piano. Slick dribbles down your thighs and further wet’s his cock, every time he thrusts his hips, your eyes roll back at the way his pelvis hits your clit. Heat builds within you, it leaves you desperately chasing for your inevitable release. Your thighs tremble, your back arches, Peter lets go of your nipple and drowns out the voices you make by pressing his lips against yours. 

Your orgam washes over you in the form of violent waves. Your eyelids flutter as you part away by moaning his name, your cunt gushes around his cock, endless amounts of slick dripping down to the floor. Peter occupies his mouth by nipping at your jawline, he grinds his hips and each time he does another jolt of pleasure electrifies your nerves. 

Peter is the one to break the kiss, a string of saliva still connecting the both of you as he looks down and smiles. 

“It looks like that was most pleasurable,” 

“You’re a nuisance,” you mutter between pants. “This changes absolutely nothing,” 

“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind after I keep good on my promise,” 

“Whis is…?” 

“Not letting you leave until you’re thoroughly satisfied,” he keens as he rolls his hips. Your eyes immediately roll back, only now you realize that he’s still fully hard. “After that you can hate me all you want.” 

“I don’t need to wait that long. I’m currently hating you right now.” 

“That’s a shame because I’m loving you right now.” 

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[nikoruistyping]

Could you do one where the reader thinks she’s dumb Bc she doesn’t understand like the homework assignment and she like tell him she’s wishes she was smart like Gwen and like comforts her

Chemistry || TASM Peter Parker

TASM!Peter Parker x Fem!reader​

Requested by: @simpingforpeterparker3000​

Summary: You were struggling with your AP Chemistry homework but Peter has come to help you out and maybe even ask you out too...

TW: Fluff, Mention of Insecurity/Lack of Confidence, Highschool AU (I Imagine them being Seniors so 18+), First Kiss/Kissing, Teenage Awkwardness, Best Friends to Lovers

Word Count: 1,812

A/N: So I kinda winged this one since I wasn't sure what Peter you wanted this made for so I assumed TASM but this prompt can really work for any version of Peter that you wanna imagine per say! I hope you like it and thank you for requesting!

You scratched the top of your head in confusion, brows furrowed and your lips descending into a pout. Chemistry was quite a difficult subject (Both in the classroom and in real life) and you were getting absolutely nowhere with this stupid homework assignment. It was a big mistake trying to aim high in your senior year by taking AP Chemistry. You really, really wanted to get into your top three colleges, and taking this last AP course on your list was the only way you could impress those college admission offices.

You pushed up your glasses, letting out an exhausted sigh while you took a minute to look up from your notebook and observe all the other students also studying for exams and doing other homework assignments. You closed your eyes for a moment, resting them while you listened closely to the quiet chatter, rapid strokes on keyboards, and the sounds of graphite hitting paper. You tried to relax for a moment and focus, taking a deep breath but as you did you felt a hand rest upon your shoulder which made you jump in your seat, a silent scream coming from you, your head whipping to the side to see that it was just Peter Parker.

"My God, Peter! You scared the shit out of me!" You angrily whispered to him, trying to be respectful and quiet so that you wouldn't be kicked out of the library.

"Well, hello to you too Y/N." His voice was sarcastic and so easygoing while he pulled up a chair to your side and slid his backpack onto the table.

"Please don't sneak up on me like that next time." Your eyes focus on him a bit more and really take in his casual demeanor. He always had those big nerdy glasses, brown hair spiked but still ruffled and messy and a camera pretty much hanging around his neck 24/7.

"Ok fine, next time I'll give you a warning from a mile away," He chuckled and you just rolled your eyes in response picking up your pencil and staring back at the blank assignment sheet.

"So what you up to?" His eyes landed on your blank paper and when he saw the cover of your book he nodded his head realizing it was clear you were having trouble.

"Just AP Chemistry, if you couldn't tell already I'm getting absolutely nowhere with it." You explain tapping the piece of paper with the end of your pencil.

"Then why don't I help you? I got a good hour until I need to pick up Aunt May." He had a smile on his face while he opened his backpack and sifted through it to find another pencil.

"Oh Peter I appreciate it but you don't have to-" His words cut you off.

"I want to. Let me help you, the real question is do you want to pass or fail this class?" He asked raising an eyebrow at you and you just held your head in your hands and sighed accepting defeat so might as well get help from one of the smartest people you knew in the class.

"Pass..." You mumble and you couldn't help but grin at his positive enthusiasm. Every time you looked at him he just reminded you of a cute golden retriever, his personality was always wanting to help, please and you were pretty sure he was loyal since you had been friends with Peter ever since Freshman year.

"Let's get started then." He motioned towards the paper while you started to point and read the material from the book and copied it down onto the paper.

Ten minutes later and a few failed attempts just to solve the first equation alone, you were already exhausted from exerting so much brainpower. Peter could clearly sense you were frustrated and he tried to write down a few notes for you to follow in the margins of your paper and he even doodled funny little pictures making you giggle.

"Peter I can't do this...I'm not as smart as you or Gwen or anyone else for that matter in our class. AP Chemistry just isn't for me and I need to accept that. I'm too stupid for this." You say while doodling next to his drawings and trying to crack a fake smile on your face.

"Y/N don't say that. You aren't stupid one bit, you're so smart and you know it," You felt his index finger slide under your chin and tilted your head up and towards him so he could look at you in the eyes.

"I know for a fact that you can do anything as long as you put your mind to it. Plus who wants to be like Gwen anyway? She is such a teacher's pet." He says with light sass in his voice a chuckle following as he tries to lighten the mood and he smiles once you laugh along with him.

"You really mean that Peter?" You ask trying to really believe what he was saying because you were just so insecure about yourself sometimes and I guess right now this was one of those moments.

"Of course I do, you know I wouldn't lie to you." His fingers slowly went up to the loose piece of hair that was in front of your eyes, covering a part of your glasses and he tucked it behind your ear softly, his hands so delicate with you.

"Thanks...nobody has ever really told me that before." You admitted a bit ashamed, a blush coming across your cheeks since you felt like you never really stood out much or got compliments very often so knowing that he thought so highly of you made you feel confident. It felt good for a change to have someone actually appreciate your existence when you always felt like you were just the background character in the story of life.

"Not only do you got brains but you got beauty too." His words trailed off the more he focused on your facial features, his hands going up to the sides of your glasses and slowly taking them off and folding them, placing them on the table. His eyes admired every part of you, you were simply beautiful, you always were.

Somewhere deep down maybe he always had a crush on you and you couldn't help but think the same way about him too. The tension had been there since Freshman year and it was about time that you ended that painful tension between the two of you since it was blatantly obvious that you both liked each other and you just never wanted to admit it.

You placed the pencil down and your hands had done the same to him, delicately pulling away the glasses off his face and folding them shut. You weren't sure who leaned in first but the feeling of his lips soft and sweet as they nervously touched yours it was like two puzzle pieces fitting perfectly together. His hand placed themselves on the side of your neck and helped guide you closer and encouraging you to lean in your seat to press harder against his lips. You couldn't believe you were having your first kiss with him in the middle of the damn library but this was happening and yeah it was definitely happening! You were nervous people would see and you quickly pulled away, biting your bottom lip while Peter kinda stared blankly at you also not believing that really happened.

"Did that just-" He stuttered out, his thoughts just as jumbled as yours while you nodded your head at him.

"I'm so sorry I didn't mean to-"

"It's ok Peter...I actually liked it." You were embarrassed to admit it but it was a long time coming and sooner or later you knew you would kiss him you just didn't think it would be now.

"Really? So am I like a good kisser?" He asked shyly while you both were still in close proximity.

"Hmm I don't know, I would have to try it again and see if we got chemistry." A small little smirk comes across your lips.

"Again?! Wait so then does this mean you like, like me?" He raised an eyebrow at you.

"Yes you big dummy, I've liked you ever since I can remember. I guess I never really wanted to admit to myself that I was falling for my best friend." You said with a smile and you could see him leaning in closer once more and this time without hesitation he kissed you. The feeling much faster and you somehow reacted quicker, your hands wrapping around his neck and squeezing softly this time while you guided him closer. You encouraged him not to be afraid and to be more aggressive in the way he kissed you. You could feel the heat in your cheeks but before you could press your tounges against each other he pulled away breathless and rather pressed his forehead against yours. You were dumbfounded and hungry for more but you tried to snap out of the trance you were under.

"Me too..." His voice whispered and you just couldn't stop smiling like an idiot around him and you felt his hands hold yours for a moment enjoying the way your smaller hand fit in his but then he looked back at your assignment and sighed.

"Do you maybe wanna, I-I um don't know like do-" He was at a loss for words trying to figure out the right way to ask you out on a date and you could tell he was having a hard time and it was painful to watch so you cut him off.

"Yeah, that sounds good but first let's finish this homework assignment." You say and he just breathes out relieved that you were understanding what he was trying to say without even having expressed or really asked anything at all.

"Good, good, great, ok, ok," He tried composing himself the more he kept repeating words under his breath. He leaned back into his chair and grabbed his glasses off the table and put them back on, you followed his lead doing the same thing while you tried to contain all the butterflies in your stomach and all the excitement you were feeling after what just happened.

"Let's get you that A+ Y/N." His voice now determined glancing at you once more.

You couldn't help but want to just hug him close and that's exactly what you did, your arms quickly wrapping around him, your head resting against his shoulder.

"Thank you Peter, for everything." He responded by just holding you tight and hugging you right back.

That afternoon the both of you spent hours in the library together laughing, flirting, and also learning, of course, while he helped you with your homework. Later that night Peter was scolded by Aunt May for having not picked her up on time but it was totally worth spending every minute with you and he was looking forward to once he was done being grounded, he could finally go on that date.

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Christmas Kisses

Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: On Christmas Eve, [Y/N] is on her way to her friends Christmas party but when the slippy sidewalk causes her to loose her balance and fall, her superhuman boyfriend is there to save her.

Prompt: “Your hands are cold, let me help.”

Word count: 809 (sorryyyy its on the shorter side)

The air in New York was frosty and with every breath it felt like tiny icicles were forming in her throat. Today was Christmas Eve and [Y/N] was quickly walking on the iced over sidewalk. Looking forward, she could see her breath in the air as the freezing temperatures suffocated her. [Y/N] was on her way to a Christmas party being held by some of her friends and they had invited most of the people from her school, Midtown High. She was in a hurry as the temperatures were freezing and she could feel her toes and fingers grow numb. The sun was low and the streets were quiet. Walking past the windows of apartment blocks and shops, everything was peaceful. The shops decorated with festive cheer had since closed for Christmas and many smiling faces could be seen from the families in the nearby apartments. [Y/N] still had a few more blocks to walk until she would reach the party and was now starting to regret not wearing a sweater or jacket under her coat. 

[Y/N] must have turned the corner too quickly because she felt her feet slip underneath her and began tumbling to the ground. She closed her eyes and braced for impact, however, it never came. Two arms wrapped around her waist and caught her before any harm could come to her.

“Are you alright?”

[Y/N] looked up at her saviour and met the deep brown eyes of her boyfriend, Peter Parker.

“Yeah, I am now.” She grinned and started to stand up properly.

“Your hands are cold,” he glanced down to her hands which had moved up her sleeves to try and get as much heat as possible. “Let me help.”

He grabbed her hand and intertwined her fingers through his. He gently leaned over and kissed her cheek lightly before they both continued walking in the direction of the party. The winter air and the wind that nipped at her skin didn’t feel so bad anymore now that he was here.

“I was also making my way to the party and I noticed you across the street so I wanted to catch up to you,” he began, absent-mindedly caressing his thumb over her knuckles as he spoke, “Then the next thing I knew, my spidey-sense was yelling at me and you were in my arms.”

[Y/N] giggled and shifted her eyes over to look up at him. “Well, you know how clumsy I am. You shouldn’t be surprised, really.”

Peter teasingly held the bottom of her chin and looked her in the eye, “Maybe you shouldn’t have been walking so fast. Why are you in a hurry? We aren’t late.”

“I’m cold,” you admitted, “I mean, have you seen the weather?”

As she had said that, small white specks materialised in the air as a flurry of snow began to fall on the city.

“Wow.. would you look at that,” Peter breathed, “Did you do that? That was like a movie scene or something.”

[Y/N] scoffed at her boyfriend while she gazed at the snow in awe as it fell and formed a thin white layer on everything it touched.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it? I can’t ever get over how wonderful it is.” A smile could be heard through her words.

“I still think you’re more beautiful than a bit of snow,” Peter muttered under his breath.

“Really?” She lightly laughed and leaned into him.

“Of course.” He said in a voice so quiet only she could hear him. Peter affectionately traced a finger across her jaw until he reached the bottom of her chin. He carefully started pulling her face towards his own and [Y/N]’s eyes fluttered shut as he got nearer. Once he was close enough he connected their lips in a gentle kiss that lasted a short while.

When he pulled away he peered into [Y/N] and she slowly moved her eyes from his lips to meet his gaze. There were small snowflakes scattered in his hair and it was just amplifying his adorableness.

“Your lips were cold,” he smirked, “Emphasis on the ‘were’.”

“Were you trying to warm them up like you did for my hands?” She giggled.

“No, I was just being selfish and wanted to kiss you,” Peter teased and looked down to his watch. “Oh shoot- we actually are gonna be late for the party if we don’t hurry up.”

They started walking again at a faster pace. “Maybe we should slow down- I don’t want us both to fall-”

“I don’t think we need to worry about me falling,” He gestured in [Y/N]’s direction, “And if you fall again, that just means I get to hold you again.”

He jokingly winked at her which made the girl roll her eyes. He’s such a dork. But there’s no one she would rather spend her Christmas with.

[thatquietgirllove]

definitely recommend if you're a fan of New Girl and Tasmpeter parker.

Secret Ingredient

A/N: Surprise! Two new writings in one week? (don’t expect this of me more lol). I missed Peter so here’s a Peter piece. Enemies to lovers, living situation inspired by New Girl (literally one of the best shows ever), only the best of the best. As always let me know what you guys think and enjoy!

Warnings: SMUT. DNI if you are under 18. 18+ only

Word Count: 11.6k+

Being in your twenties is such a surreal time in life. There are people who are getting engaged and married. Others are having children. Some work part-time jobs while going to school. The best part is that for the first time ever there is no set in stone plan to follow. You do what you think is right and hope for the best.

That’s why you didn’t second guess your living situation. Honestly, you loved it. Sure, the loft was cramped and at times could be hell on earth, but mostly it was home. Your safe space.

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Two Oblivious Idiots in Love Series | Chapter 3

📔 Chapter #: Three out of 12

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“So,” Gwen grinned teasingly as you checked your outfit in the mirror, “getting ready for your date with Peter?”

You rolled your eyes, turning around to face your sister, “For the last time, it’s not a date.”

“Then, instead of skirting around your feelings, why don’t you just confess?” She asked.

“Once again I repeat, that’s a stupid idea.” You answered.

“Let me guess.” Gwen raised a brow sarcastically, “Because it’ll ruin your friendship and all yada yada yada.”

Rolling your eyes at her, again, “Whatever. I better go now or else I’ll be late.”

As if on cue, you heard your mother’s voice calling from the bottom of the stairs, “Y/N! Peter is here!”

“Coming!” You called back as you rushed down the stairs, almost tripping down in your haste.

“Hi.” Peter smiled from where he stood in the living room.

“Hi.” You returned the smile, starting to feel a little shy under his gaze.

“You ready to go?” He asked, nodding towards the door.

“Always ready when you are.” You chucked, heading out the door.

—

“Are you sure you’re qualified enough to teach me?” You teased.

Peter had brought you to the skatepark, his reason? You wanted to learn how to skate for so long and there’s no time like the present.

He feigned offense at your remark, “I’ll have you know that I’m one of the best skaters New York, Queens has ever seen.”  

Crossing your arms over your chest, you raised a brow at him in question, “Oh really? Says who?”

“Me.” Peter answered proudly.

You took the skateboard from his hands, “Fine. But if I get injured, I’m suing you. If I get killed, my ghost will haunt you every single day of your life.”

“I mean being injured is reasonable but killed? I don’t think so.” He grinned.

You shrugged, “I’m not taking any chances if you're the one teaching me.”

“Whatever lets you sleep at night.” Peter said.

“At first, it would be better if you held out your hands a little to keep your balance.” Peter advised as you stepped on the skateboard.

At first, you were too busy ignoring the butterflies in your stomach caused by the boy’s hands on your waist to notice that he was talking to you. 

But luckily, your brain processed his instruction right before he could realize that you weren’t paying attention.

You did as he told, “Like this?”

“Yep.” He nodded, “Now I’ll gently push you while you’re on the board and you just focus on keeping your balance for now.”

He then started to slowly push you, moving in a straight line as you recited, “I’m not going to fall” in your head like a mantra of some sorts.

“There you go.” Peter grinned proudly, “Think you can handle it on your own now?” 

You shrugged, “I think so?”

“Don’t worry,” Peter reassured you, “I’ll be here to catch you.”

Peter Benjamin Parker was a man of his word, so you trusted him with all your heart.

You had more or else succeeded in skateboarding while looking like a baby taking its first steps. You had your fair share of times almost landing face first on the concrete floor, lucky for you - Peter was there to catch you.

After a few hours, you were finally starting to get the hang of it.

“See? You’re a natural.” He grinned.

“Coming from Queen’s best skater?” You teased, “I’m honored.”

“Ha. Ha. Very funny.” Peter said sarcastically.

“Well,” You grinned, “I was going to treat you to some coffee as a thank you but I guess you’re not interested so…”

“Wait!” He called out, fumbling with the skateboard as you slowly walked away from him, “Of course I want some free coffee, can’t you take a joke?”

—

You and Peter sat by the window of the cafe, sipping on your drinks as the two of you watched people passing by.  

“How’s the coffee?” You joked, making Peter grin, “Aside from it being free.”

“Amazing, as always.” He said, “But not as amazing as the girl I’m with.”

Raising a brow, you ignored the heat that was crawling up your cheeks, “Nice try, but that’s not getting you free coffee next time.”

“Dang it!” Peter huffed, “It was worth a try though.”

You laughed, taking a sip of your drink.

“Oh, you’ve got some whipped cream on your cheek.” Peter pointed out once you’ve lowered the cup.

You took a napkin and wiped your cheek, “Did I get it?”

“There’s actually a bit more over…here.” Peter said as he leaned forward, wiping the leftover cream left with his thumb.

“Oh, uh, thanks.” You breathed out, fully aware of how Peter’s face hovered mere inches from yours.

He seemed to have also realized his, but made no move to back away as his eyes darted from your own to your lips.

In that moment, time seemed to stop as what only mattered was the two of you.

He started to lean forward, lips mere centimeters from yours when a shrill tone cut through the air.

Peter plopped back down in his chair while you fished your phone from your bag.

Seeing your sister on the caller id, you picked it up.

“Yes Gwen?” You said, pressing the phone to your ear, trying your best to keep the annoyance out of your voice.

“Hi, I know you’re out with Peter but I need do a little overtime, so is it okay if you pick up Henry from his practice?” Gwen said.

You nodded, even though she couldn’t see it, “Yeah sure. I’m on my way.”

“Is something wrong?” Peter asked as you slid your phone back into your bag.

“Oh, Gwen is working overtime so I have to pick up Henry.” You explained.

“I’ll go with you.” Peter said without hesitation before adding, “If that’s okay with you, of course.”

“Sure. I’d love that.” You smiled, “Of course Henry would too. He adores having you around.”

General: @rogueharrington, @hunnybunimdun, @andrewgarfield2022, @jasmin7813, @andrewgarfieldsbae, @spxiiee, @shaded-echoes-recs, @holy-macncheese-balls, @mcugeekposts, @dwindlinghaze, @anonyymoouussssss

Series: @kitkat0695, @kdatthecastle, @ilovewandastevethor, @tagakalat, @itscheybaby, @xoxoloverb, @andrews-lovr, @edgycatx, @odilevonbrekker, @chandler-bings-wife-28, @gwenstacy-ghostspider

[magaestheticc]

Sorrowful Secrets

Pairing: Andrew Garfield x Reader

warnings: implied violence, cursing, implied sexual content, angst. 

word count: 443

summary: You’re sick of being Andrew’s dirty little secret. 

"Why didn't you let them meet me?" you questioned, the two of you were standing in the kitchen, your eyes flicking to meet each other's gaze every few moments, "I just... I didn't want them to bother me about it..."

Lie.

"Is that how you see me?" you began, your voice wavered and yet, you still found the courage to keep pressing, "am I so awful that you don't want anyone asking about me?"

Andrew let a sigh pass his lips, "you know that's not how it is."

You tilted your head to the side, "do I Andrew? Because from the looks of it, when I approached they didn't even know who I was." you paused, trying your best to hold back tears you managed to meet his gaze, "am I your dirty little secret? Are you that ashamed of me?"

Andrew's hands went up to knot into his hair and after a few minutes he let them fall to rest on the counter before looking at you, "I'm not ashamed of you... I just-"

"I fucking knew it." you mumbled, you couldn't even be bothered to wipe away the tears that had begun to sail down your cheeks, there was no hiding how much it hurt, how much he hurt.

"If I had known this was how it was going to be, I would've never gone on that date with you."

The man closed his eyes and turned his head up towards the ceiling, he wished this wasn't happening, after a few seconds he opened his eyes, wiped his tears from his cheeks, and moved to follow you into the living room where you were staring out the window with your arms crossed over your chest, the second he touched you he noticed that you flinched away from him.

"I think you should leave." you'd spoke, it was so quiet that he would've thought it was a whisper if not for the look on your face, you were devastated, that much he could see. But he knew there wasn't anything he could do.

"Y/n-" he began, "get out." it was the note of finality in your voice that forced him to the door, his heart told him to stay, to apologize and make it up to you, but his brain was telling him this was one of the many battles he was going to lose.

Popping open the door, he was immediately met with an onslaught of cameras, shit. So much for a secret.

But maybe things were better this way, with the press getting wind of what was happening and releasing it to everyone who could read. Maybe this would draw them back together again.

[lilacvine]

It’s WAP Tuesday baby lemme drop a whore thing onto you 😌 ✨: possessive Peter

WAP Wednesday

EHEHEHE anything you want wifey <3

Okay, Peter is an ass-grabber 😌 He is a respectful guy, okay? Aunt May and Uncle Ben raised him well so the ass-grabbing happens behind closed door but! if some guy is getting too comfortable talking to you during a party and he's next to you, you just need to take his hand and put it on your ass and homeboy will hold onto it for dear life like 'yes it's for me not for you :))'

[dracoslittleangel]

No but why does Andrew Garfield have to be so adorable?

[arkhamknightz]

Aaa pls part 2 of crush culture!! I loved it

crush culture pt. 2 !

↳ in which, an interview flips ur world upside-down!

pronouns: they/them

warnings: none :)

notes: HERES THE PART 2 U FELLAS WANTED! buckle up folks mars is going on a posting spree today.. 2 FICS! 2 fics in one day lets see how many drafts i can get done. btw this is shorter because i ran out of ideas sorry pals

"hello andrew!" the crowd cheered as he walked onto the set of the tonight show, shaking jimmy's hand and sitting down on the small couch in front of his desk. "i believe you know why we called you in? we told your managers not to say anything to you and to try and keep you busy throughout the past 2 weeks." andrew nodded, "i'm assuming the reason i've been called in is because a. i did something or b. something else happened and or you missed me!"

"well, it was definitely both!" andrew laughed resting his head in his hands. "oh dear god" the lights dimmed and the screen next to him turned on, the audience letting out a scream as a video of you was pulled up. andrew let out a loud laugh as he looked up, his face turning red seeing him on the screen behind you. "we actually have them in one of our back-rooms! their manager kidnapped them and brought them here so you guys will get to talk after you watch this silly little clip." the audience grew louder and andrew slumped back into the couch. seemingly the desire for them to swallow him whole growing by the second.

the clip started playing and the crowd watched as andrew's face grew a crimson red, his head in his hands giggling. the clip ended and all he heard was a quick shush of the audience and jimmy telling someone to bring you out. a faint "OH COME ON FUCK YOU JIMMY" was heard from the back-room and jimmy let out a loud laugh, watching as the door opened and you stomp into the room. "i thought i told you i wasn't leaving my house after that damn-" you stooped dead in your tracks and your eyes widened as you saw andrew on the couch.

"i knew this was a set-up um.. hi?" your face grew red as-well as andrews. both of you staying silent, jimmy still laughing in the background. andrew stood up and went for a hug, which you gladly returned. you both sat down next to each other and jimmy took a moment to calm down. "you two seem to be getting along great already- so shall we talk about those clips?" the audience 'oohed' and you and andrew took a glance at each other before he started talking, "okay well i obviously didn't expect that to come up in an interview- but hi!" he turned over to you and spoke to you directly. "i'm a big fan of your stuff, it's nice to be able to meet you in person." your face grew red and you muttered a quick thank you before letting out a small laugh.

"oh my god i didn't expect this today jimmy i'm gonna fucking move into your walls and scape them every night before you go to bed you cant just DO THIS" everyone let out a laugh at your frustration, you sweetly turned to andrew and shyly waved. andrew waving back at you. "so, social network enjoyer huh?" you smiled and nodded. "yep! actually i think i've mentioned this before in an interview i just never said the name of the movie- but i had half of your line memorized by timestamp it was absolutely horrible." "THAT WAS THE MOVIE?" jimmy looked at you with wide eyes and you proudly nodded, andrew loosing his mind in the corner of your eye.

"you know, i didn't expect an interview to lead to this" andrew laughed and replied "me either" jimmy smiled at the both of you, "well! you're both free to go now, we have another guest to bring on tonight!" you scoffed jokingly. "alright! well you got what you wanted come on andrew" he laughed and got up, holding out his hand and pulling you off the couch. jimmy waved goodbye and the audience cheered as you both left together.

"so, wanna go hang out in my dressing room?" you let out a laugh. "jeez pal take me out to dinner first" "i think that could be arranged"

notes: sorry if this wasnt good fellas i ran out of ideas half-way like how the hell does this even WORKKKKK