pairing: peter parker x reader (any spiderman)
warnings: kind of leading to smut at the end but nothing really. fluff <3
wordcount: 274
It was a soft knock on your window, one that would’ve barely woken you up if you weren’t already up. Peter’s taller form fell right into your arms the second you let him step inside.
“Hey there,” you chuckled, running a soothing hand over his back as his own arms tightened around you. “Long night?”
↳ in which, sometimes loves a little too strong.
pronouns: they/them
warnings: major character death, hanakahi disease, blood, throw up mention, slight gore i guess? throwing up flowers, flower petals and mention of plant growing in lungs, angst, hurt, unhappy ending yasss!! (i could do a part 2 with a happier ending if anyone would like me to do so)
notes: im a sucker for hanahaki au's, so i thought it would be cool to write one for andrews spider-man! i hope u all enjoy this as much as i have writing it :)) and side note, i wrote all of this while i was at school so it may be a bit bad but i'm still really excited to share this with u all anyways :D crush culture part 2 is gonna be posted later on tonight! so be ready for that aswell
summary: during a live streamed interview, andrew garfield’s partner’s identity is accidentally revealed
word count: 1.4k
warnings? none
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“Are you set up and ready to go?” Andrew’s manager asked.
“Yeah, I should be set,” Andrew replied, giving a thumbs-up through the FaceTime call. “I think I’m a master at virtual interviews at this point.”
On the counter in front of him, his coffee finished brewing. Andrew took a sip, before walking to the dining table where his computer and microphone were set up.
“Okay, well good luck!” his manager said. “And don’t forget to mute your phone notifications!”
Andrew gave an obedient nod. “Like I’d forget,” he joked, hanging up and sitting down.
Although, he had forgotten about a month ago. Your personal ringtone had cut him off in the middle of an answer: “Andrew Russell Garfield, it’s your beautiful, loving, magni-”
Aaa pls part 2 of crush culture!! I loved it
↳ 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
“i made you a playlist” for tasm!peter… and make THE playlist and send it to me COWARD
“I-” Peter says, your hand in his. “I made you a playlist.”
“Playlist?” You ask, and he blushes — a rose flush on his cheeks.
“Yes,” Peter scrunches his nose. “I love you, and I don’t know how to say how I feel, so, I made a playlist — of love songs.”
“Peter,” you say, and bring his hand to your cheek. “Thank you.”
“Y-You don’t think it’s — lovey dovey?”
”Peter,” you whisper, and lean in to kiss him. “I think it’s very lovey dovey, but that’s why I love you.”
“So, do you want to hear it?”
“Yes.”
“We could leave the Christmas lights up ‘til January.”
warnings: none really
pairing: tasm!Peter x plus size!reader
a/n: hii it's 3am while I was writing this and I'm dying of sleep, it's not checked and if you saw some mistakes no you not. English is not my first language!
Peter's love life had always been basic. He was a simple and quite classic man, who had fallen deeply in love with only one person in his entire life and was faithful to his feelings without believing that love was temporary as it happened with the new generations. He had an incredible soft spot for the Staceys, and the last kiss he'd shared with Gwen some time ago seemed to have spelled the end of an era where he wished for the impossible, one where he supposed he couldn't go back. life to return house with someone who would really want to see him at the end of the day, someone who wasn't his friend.
He had grown from this idealistic thought of finding his soul mate for the rest of his life, but one way or another he managed to be that boy whose heart filled with hope whenever he connected with someone: a romantic. that survived into modern times.
The first time you met Peter at the coffee shop, you brought your favorite quartz along with the cups you served each time a customer passed by and tried to give one to each customer who would buy a coffee at your little family store.
And when you gave him a big smile thanking him for the purchase, he knew in that instant that he would be completely in love with you, with your beautiful and simple personality, and with the beautiful rose quartz that you gave him as a housewarming gift. the store.
After that, he dedicated himself to going every Saturday afternoon to not be a complete stalker, and have a hot chocolate with an orange cake just to see you smile like a complete lover and please you in the least. From so much walking, her room had been filled with essences, quartz and aromatic candles that you had given her over time, and if you ask her, she loved that you only gave her more gifts.
Months later he asked you out on a date, which ended in a very awkward and shame-filled romantic dinner, where you told him that this really wasn't your place and took him to a burger stand near your store and then they went to your house together. and play Mortal Kombat on your ps4.
Since then Peter has gone crazy with every part of you, from the way you laugh with him, to the way you frown whenever you decorate your candy for the store, to the way you call him" good boy" when you ride it. and let him know how excited you were that he was at your complete mercy.
Oh my God, he's so whipped!
summary: you always know how to make peter feel better
just some thoughts about our boy feeling like crap and you being there to make him smile,
╰┈➤ like that one time he had just been having a really bad fucking day.
can you do 4 + 103 with andrew garfield where him and the reader (she/her) are in a established relationship, please?
“Fuck.” You heard Andrew groan, you looked over at him.
“Is there something wrong, baby?”
“A tennis skirt, really?” You looked down at the skirt
“I think it’s cute.” You did a little spin and heard his breath hitch. You turned your back towards him and smirked. You felt his arms wrap around your waist. His hand traveled lower
“Andrew, stop.” You wiggled trying to get out of his grip. You froze when his finger grazed your bare cunt.
“No panties?” He groaned out.
“La-later, we’re going to be late for the dinner.” You bit your lip, his finger slipped into you.
ao3 link. | masterlist.
author's note: hi! i decided that there wasn't enough peter parker smut on here, let alone submissive peter parker. so I decided to take those matters into my own hands. i also based this fic on andrew garfield's peter parker, but I'm sure it can apply to any peter parker! thank you for reading, hope you enjoy <3
warnings: dominant reader, submissive peter parker, dom/sub undertones, one slap, blood kink, mild gore, handjobs, blowjobs, crying, pain kink, masochism, degradation/verbal humilation.
peter’s feet land on the worn metal of your fire escape, staggering forwards before his bloody hands grips the bricks in front of him, helping him catch himself. He wraps his other arm around his midriff before sliding down onto the platform below him, struggling to breathe properly as panic begins settle into his body.
the shock is being to wear off, leaving pain to begin to slowly throb through his body.
he can feel the warmth of his own blood begin to seep through his spandex suit, his hand slipping off the rough surface before he raises it to see the crimson liquid slowly being absorbed into his suit. peter watches his hands shake before clenching it into a fist and gently placing it onto the glass window next to him.
it’s too dark to see into your apartment – the pale moonlight limiting his vision as he squints his eyes. he inhales deeply as he leans his head back. he knows you’re probably asleep right now, leaving him feeling nervous and guilty as he spreads his fingers, gently tapping against the glass.
definitive feelings
tasm peter parker x gn!reader
summary: as you and your best friend begin to drift apart, new beginnings seem to be at play. (part one).
warnings: mentions of drugs, spider-man, angst, fluff. normal things.
a/n: mostly, i’m writing this for me. but also, you can read it. (also, are you really surprised?)
*
Could you write a text concept about y/n being sore after sex or something ?
From Y/N, 10:45 pm I refuse to have sex with you ever again
From Andrew, 10:45 pm Why?? It’s so good :(
From Y/N, 10:46 pm The aftermath, is NOT good. I’m sore all over
From Andrew, 10:46 pm Awe, poor bby. You know I could always come over and give you a little massage? x
From Y/N, 10:48 pm Do you think I’m stupid? Your massages never stay as massages, you get a little handsy. I think I’m going to sleep this off.
From Andrew, 10:49 pm Whatever you say, tomorrow you’ll be begging for this dick again though
From Y/N, 10:50 pm Shut up.
From Andrew, 10:50 pm Ooo a woman who tells me what to do. I love it ;)
From Y/N, 10:52 pm Will you ever stop being horny?
From Andrew, 10:52 pm Around you? Never x
’One Rule’ Series
In which you just need to get each other out of your system so one time should be enough… right?
rating: M (smut, fingering, oral, general horniness, little plot mainly porn), reader is 20 Andrew is 21
nights like this. peter parker.
you’re always there to pick up the pieces, but you can’t stand seeing him shatter.
gif credit:: @nowadayz <33
…&&&
you struggle to keep your eyes open in the dim bathroom light; the steady thrum of tap water on porcelain is enough to lull you to sleep.
peter’s leaning against the side of the tub, clutching his ribs with bloodied hands. you busy yourself with finding a cloth and alcohol. these nights spent on your bathroom floor were becoming scarily familiar.
you join peter on the tiles, settling into the empty space between his legs. gently, you peel his hands from his side. he inhales sharply and drops his head against the lip of the tub. from what you can see, he has a shattered rib or two.
“okay, pete, the suit has to come off. i have to cut it.” you snag a pair of hairdressing scissors from the worktop and make an incision down the shoulder.
you’re reminded that, not two weeks ago, the pair of you were sitting in the same place.
“sit still, peter!” you give him a small shove. peter grins. shaking your head, you grab the scissors from the countertop and work at the flyaway hairs at the top of his head. you’re deeply concentrated, and it makes peter smile. he snakes his arms around your waist. “peter.” you huff, “do you want me to mess this up?” he presses a chaste kiss to your cheek.
“i’m sorry.”
“i’m sorry.” peter says quietly, “i know you didn’t ask for this.” you don’t respond, peeling the ruined suit away from his chest. you’re ever-so-gentle, careful not to pull too hard on the dried blood.
“you don’t get it, pete” you heave a sigh, rubbing your eyes with the heel of your palm, “that’s not why i’m upset.” he’s silent, and you continue. “i know what i signed up for. i didn’t agree to this, though,” you gesture vaguely, “for you getting hurt like this… and it’s happening every other week, now!”
“what do you want me to do?” he frowns, “i can’t just stop,” peter gives a small shake of his head, “what kind of person would i be?”
“peter, you don’t owe anything to anyone. you’re going out on, what, patrols, now?” you huff, “you’re getting reckless.”
“reckless?” he echoes, tone laced with incredulity, “i’m finally doing something good, something meaningful, and you just want me to stop? these people need me.”
“and what about, me, pete? what if i need you? what if i need you to… stop taking this so personally.” you deflate somewhat, “ this spiderman isn’t all you are, and he’s certainly not the only opportunity you’ll have to do something meaningful.”
peter goes quiet, and you heave a sigh. you snatch a hand towel from the sink and soak it in warm water, pressing the cloth to his chest.
“this is going to sting a little.” you murmur. you ring out the bloodied cloth and hold it to the bottle of alcohol— the label is scratched at and worn down. it’s not an overstatement to say it’s been used some hundred times. ever gentle, you press it to the larger wound. peter makes a small sound in the back of his throat, a whimper almost. he’s white-knuckling the tub, but he’s quiet and still for the most part. you’re glad, and you keep your eyes down. you’re not sure you can look at him.
“i’m sorry.” his words are no more than a whisper. you begin to cry. he takes your hand, pries the cloth from them, “i’ll be more careful. for you. c’mere.”
you bury your face in peter’s shoulder, arms curling around his torso. you’re both a little bruised, maybe, and tired, but not so broken. not when you have each other to pick up the pieces.
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yngarfield Man don't I love my boys.
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andrewsadad Baby Garfield 🥰
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tick.tack.andrew I like the name they picked for their son.
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andrewgarield There is always space for another one...
garfield.meal4 Is this the announcement for baby #2?
user2 Baby 2?
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ynandandrew Did Andrew buy it for you?
18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI
HAVE YOUR AGE IN BIO
OTHERWISE U WILL BE BLOCKED
warnings: character death, grieving, depression, self-blame
AN: ok just so everyone knows all three Spider-Man’s will be added to my character list. enjoy!
The phone rang, pulling me out of sleep abruptly. Checking the time, I rubbed my eye as I grabbed the phone. It couldn't be good. A phone call at midnight always meant one thing and it was never good.
"Hello?" Keeping my voice even was the easy part. Making sure i didn't lose it in the next few seconds wasn't.
"(Y/N)?" It was Peter. my heart ached as i acknowledged him. The poor boy had already been through so much. i was already doing everything I could to hold him together. "Uncle bens dead." I squeezed my eyes tight and willed my heart to hold together long enough to get my boyfriend through the night.
Pairing: Peter Parker x GN!Reader
Words: 615
Summary: Peter comes back from a patrol to find you crying and offers you some comfort
A/N: Totally self indulgent because I’m having a bad day and needed this. This is for anyone else who is having a bad day too. You can imagine any Peter you want because it isn’t specified.
•••
When you heard Peter climbing through your bedroom window your breath hitched and you froze for a moment before you closed your eyes and tried your best to relax your body and pretend to be asleep, but your chest physically ached as your emotions were still overflowing inside you, desperate to escape. You clenched your eyelids shut and tried to calm down the swirling twister that seemed to be beating against your rib cage, determined to leave your body one way or another.
It was difficult to control your breathing as you had previously been letting your chest shatter up and down with your uncontrollable sobs and now your nose was blocked and you were struggling to pull air into your lungs in a way that appeared natural as you pretended to sleep.
When you heard Peter gently say your name as he cautiously approached your bed, you held your breath completely and swallowed thickly as you remained silent and motionless as you pretended to be in a deep sleep but your desperate lungs won the battle and you had to sniffle in some air through your watery nose.
“Babe, I know you’re awake.” Peter softly spoke and you suddenly felt your mattress dip as he sat on your bed and placed a gentle hand on the dip of your back, “and I can also tell that you’ve been crying.”
You curled in further on yourself, sliding your head beneath your covers in the hope that he would drop it, but you knew Peter and he wouldn’t rest until he knew you were okay.
“Hey, I’m worried, please talk to me.” Peter sensitively pleaded as he grasped the bed covers in his fist and slowly pulled them down until he could see your face, which you had buried in your pillow.
You felt him lean closer as a hand reached out to tenderly stroke your hair and as soon as you felt his touch, your tears began to seep between your eyelids no matter how tightly you tried to hold them shut and you sniffled again as you dragged in a deep breath.
“Hey, hey, hey.” Peter soothed you with his soft voice and rested behind you, moulding his front to your back as he wrapped his arms, still clad in his suit, around your heaving shoulders as you let your sobs shake through your body.
“It’s okay, I’m here.” He reassured you and you let yourself turn over into his welcoming warm embrace and buried your tear stained face into his chest and he pulled you closer, with one arm around your waist as he stroked his other hand over your scalp.
“Shhh, just let it all out, I’m here now, I’m not going anywhere. Everything will be alright.” He whispered with his warm lips against the crown of your head, where he planted several kisses. “We can talk about it whenever you’re ready, there’s no rush.”
Peter continued to whisper sweet nothings to you as he stroked soothing patterns across your scalp, neck, shoulders, arms and back which lulled you into a calmer state and your shattering sobs turned into soft sniffles.
“I love you.” You whispered to Peter, your voice sounding rough.
“I love you too.” He smiled when you finally looked up at him and he cupped your face with his hand and began to stroke away your tears with the pad of his thumb.
“Is it okay if we talk about it tomorrow?” You asked him as you traced your fingers across the spider printed on the chest of his suit and he nodded his head against your shared pillow, “whenever you’re ready.” He repeated before he kissed your forehead.
