Hoping To Have Chapter 5 Of TAOSAM Up In A Few Days!

The Sun is a Blue Moon (Part 2)

A/N: here’s part two of the sun is a blue moon! I wrote this once and hated it about 3k in so I scrapped it and started over and I’m waaaay happier with how it came out than what I originally had planned. Oh and it ended up all being from Peters third person view somehow??? yeah idk. I hope y’all like it <3

Summary: “Only the gentle are ever really strong.” - James Dean

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: violence, blood, injuries, fighting, battle, anxiety, panic, fearing the death of a loved one, gried, sadness, death

Playlist: End of the World by Nightriots

             Till Forever Falls Apart by Ashe, FINNEAS

             As the World Caves in by Sarah Cothran

read part one here

Peter looked back to his notes, checking to make sure his measurements were correct before adding the white cap into the potion, the bubbling encouraging him further. He observed the reaction before picking up his pen and jotting down what he saw on the marked up page, his pinkie smudging the still drying inscriptions on the line above. He adjusted his glasses before continuing on with his work, his mind wandering to y/n who was currently in care of magical creatures while he was in his free period, working on his own potions. His eyes flashed down to the small daffodil colored yarn bracelet that was woven in with white yarn that she had made for him. Everyone in their group had gotten one that she made them in their house color except him. He was special and got her house color. Her glowing face filled his mind and he couldn’t help but smile a little. 

Peter Parker was in love. 

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This is some of the best smut I’ve ever read

Idk 'bout you but I NEED more experienced!Peter x inexperienced!Reader 🥵

This trope might be the death of me 🌻 18+ only; smut; Peter Parker x fem!reader

It’s the fourth time you’re sleeping with Peter. Not that he’s counting. You are, though, because each time you’re with him, underneath his body with your back pressed firm into his mattress or his face slotted between your thighs it feels like something new.

You’re still shy, still hiding your face when he praises you, biting your lip to hold in the moans he draws from somewhere inside you that you didn’t know existed. Peter is ever patient, checking in when your eyes flutter closed, kissing your forehead as he guides you through your highs. And you’re learning—quickly, Peter tells you with a wink. Learning means exploring and today you want to do that, want to try another new thing with your sweet, sweet boyfriend.

So as Peter gently tugs your dress over your head, you whisper your request softly, fingers scraping along the edge of his boxers. “Can I try being on top today?”

Peter’s eyes go wide and for a moment he looks like a kid in a candy store, all excited anticipation and hunger. He unclips your bra and helps you out of it, placing a gentle kiss on each of your breasts. “Is that what you want?”

You nod, perhaps a bit too eagerly, because Peter laughs and pulls himself away, laying with his back propped up on his pillows and patting his lap with a hint of teasing in his eyes. You crawl over to him and straddle his legs, his boner pressing up against your core, panties discarded nearly half an hour ago when Peter’s fingers had started their wandering.

Carefully, you slip his boxers down past his hips so they pool around his knees and you feel him kick them the rest of the way off.

“Do you need more prep?” Peter asks as his cock springs free, hard and glistening with pre-cum at its head.

“I’m good,” you reply, licking your lips at the sight of him. You can’t help it really, already feeling the phantom of the stretch you know is coming.

“Take your time,” Peter urges, hands grasping your thighs as you begin to lower yourself onto him. His grip is firm, solid but careful, but there’s so much of him you need to pause and lean forward, press your chest to his, before you can continue to hilt yourself on him.

“Atta girl,” Peter whispers, one hand coming up to cup your cheek, “Doing so good for me. Doing so good.”

Once he’s fully inside you, you stop again, lifting your torso and feeling heat on the back of your neck as Peter looks up at you with hooded eyes. “I like the view,” he says, grinning. It makes you giggle, makes you feel safe, that he’s lighthearted in these moments.

Gently, Peter bucks his hips up. You respond, rocking slowly against him. “Good girl,” he encourages you, “But you gotta work a little harder for me, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you echo, not entirely sure what he means. Peter senses your uncertainty and slips his hands around under your ass, lifting you slightly so his cock is only half inside you.

“This okay?” He waits, watching you carefully, until you tell him yes, then guides you back down until you’ve taken his whole length.

“Oh!” You let out a startled noise, somewhere between a groan and a whimper and Peter smirks. “F-fuck.”

“S’good, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” you agree, allowing yourself to be lifted and lowered once more.

“Wanna give it a go, baby?” Peter asks gently and you feel your heart flutter as you nod, shifting to leverage your weight under you.

“Like this?” You pull yourself up, bracing your hands on his firm chest for support, and then fall back down, feeling every inch of him move inside you.

“Yeah,” Peter groans, head thrown back, “Just like that.”

Would 10/10 die for this

I've got a quick question

I have an idea for a blood bender!reader x tasm!peter parker, would anybody be interested in this?

This one fucked me up in the best way

shampoo & heartbreak

Summary: Peter’s superhuman senses make things crystal clear: she got a boyfriend and didn’t tell him. Why else can he smell men’s shampoo in her hair when she’s used the same cherry blossom one for years?

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader (she/her pronouns, no Y/N); fluff, best friend trope, happy ending

Words: 2K

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Spring is Peter Parker’s favorite season, for a number of reasons: first and most importantly, it has the perfect temperatures to wear the suit in.  Not too hot, not too cold, and there’s no chafing from patches of sweat. Second, it was his girl’s favorite season as well, and the time when she brought out and experimented with her cutest outfits.

Well, his girl - she isn’t really, but it’s hard to think of her as anything else. A lifelong best friend and the ultimate ‘what if’ was more appropriate.

Late afternoon spring walks through Central Park are his favorite because they’re her favorite, and he obliges every time she asks, even if he’s otherwise occupied. His mind rolls a giant wheel of fortune, wondering what top she might wear, or which scarf will bring out her eyes, and he’s trapped. Fashion is his last concern, but with her, he pays attention; he always does.

Like now, for example. He’s paying so much attention to the scent of men’s shampoo coming from her hair that it constricts his heart and etches a frown into his features.

No.

His entire body is protesting by turning inside out. His throat is closing up and his chest feels hot. Whatever concentration he had before this has packed its bags and left.

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Hi folks just wanted to give an update on where I’ve been. My mom was recently diagnosed with an aggressive cancer and I’ve been not only taking care of her and providing support but also struggling with it myself. I’ve just been too stressed and worried and weighed down to write much but I hope within the coming weeks the rocking of my world will settle. Just wanted to give a little update and for you to know I haven’t abandoned this little blog:)

So so happy you liked it!!

HIII!! I saw that you requests are open so here is mine :D What if reader got Peter flowers? <333

A/N: I love this! lets pretend I posted this yesterday on Valentine's day lol

Love, Sunshine, and Beauty

Peter was a really kind and thoughtful boyfriend. He always did like things for y/n like leaving little notes for her to find while he was on patrol and she had just gotten home from work. One time he left a small flower that he must have picked from the bush outside on the soap holder in the shower. He was always doing things to make her smile and know that he thought about her and wanted to make her smile, even if he wasn't there to see it. Being Spider-Man made him miss out on some things that he wished he could be there for like the birthday party she had last year that her best friend threw her at a bar in Brooklyn. It being at night, Peter wasn't able to make it and she understood but it bothered him a lot that he wasn't there for his girlfriends birthday party. That was when the little things had started and y/n adored them more than Peter knew. So when Valentine's day came around, she realized that this was her chance to do something sweet for Peter like he often did for her.

She'd never bought flowers before, especially not for a man so she wasn't sure what to get. She wandered around the grocery store looking at the tons of different arrangements they had but none of them stood out to her until she came across a bouquet of sunflowers, red roses, and daisies. They all meant something that was so true to Peter. It was perfect.

Their shared apartment was empty when she got home and she knew Peter was most likely at the lab still. They had early dinner plans for Valentine's day so he would be home shortly.

After putting the bouquet in a vase with some water, she left it on the counter that faced the front door with a card that she propped up to stand and a small box of chocolates before getting in the shower.

Peter closed the front door behind him, hearing the shower and knowing y/n was in it. They had dinner plans shortly and he couldn't wait to take her to the restaurant. It was where they had their first date two years ago and also the same place she had told him she loved him for the first time just a few months later.

He looked up and stopped in his tracks.

On the kitchen counter was a vase with different flowers. At first, he immediately thought that someone else had given them to her before he had a chance to give her the roses he had in had in his hand, but then he saw the propped card with his name on it.

He dropped his backpack on the empty counter space and picked up the card and opened it.

Peter, Happy Valentines day, my love. I know men don't usually receive flowers, even on v-day but I wanted to give you back some of the beauty you give to me every day. The roses are for how much I love you, the sunflowers are for the sunshine you bring into my life, and the daisies are for the beauty that is you. I love you endlessly.

                                                                  -love, y/n

Peter smiled wide and kissed the card before setting it down and taking in the flowers, seeing her meaning in each type. He knew how lucky he was to be love by her and he felt her love with the gesture and with the beautiful flowers. He was saddened that he wouldn't be able to keep them forever. Maybe he could have one of each pressed and framed. He would have to look into that before they died.

The sound of the shower stopping had him moving and he was coming into the bedroom at the same time y/n was getting out with a towel around her.

"Hey, babe." She beamed. "Happy Valentine's."

He pulled the bouquet of roses out from behind his back, his face partially hidden by them and a smile a mile wide pulling his at his lips.

"Peter." She cooed, taking them. "These are gorgeous."

"Happy Valentine's day, baby."

"Did you see yours?" She asked hopefully.

"No one's ever gotten me flowers before and I love them." He kissed her cheek, thinking back to the arrangement that was sitting on the kitchen counter fondly.

A year later, y/n walked down the aisle with a bouquet of red roses, sunflowers, and daisies.

my birthday is coming up and it just occurred to me to request tasm!peter birthday smut lmao. maybe sub!peter doing whatever the reader asks 🙏

all for the birthday girl

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing, nothing... Go on, keep going. Seduce me."

Pairing: tasm!peter parker x f!reader

Summary: by the end of the night, there's only one thing left to make this one the perfect birthday with peter

Warnings: SMUT!!! 18+!!! Oral (f and m receiving), fingering, birthday sex, unprotected sex, the absolute faintest sub!peter/praise kink, and all that good stuff

Words: 2.5k

A/N: happy birthday, anon, I hope I haven't missed it!!!! I feel like the smut I write is never really that explicit, especially compared to some of the stuff I've read, but for some reason this req was just calling for some shameless porn without plot and i thoroughly enjoyed it. hope you do too!!

p.s this is the first bj I've ever written, be nice to me <3

p.p.s, shout out to the above gif ^^^^ which i have now been thinking about for weeks.

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Peter Parker is infuriatingly perfect.

As in, it's your freaking birthday and all you can think about is how thoughtful he is, how well he knows you, how he somehow complies a list of every offhand comment you make at store windows and never fails to find you the best gift.

He cooks you dinner, sets out your favourite flowers and plays your favourite songs, and by the time the night is exhausted, there's only one thing left on your mind.

"So, you still got a couple hours of this whole birthday thing left, huh?"

You're nestled comfortably into his side on the couch, his smile sly when you look up at him, so blatantly suggestive it makes you grin.

He takes offence at it, returns an amused smile and narrowed eyes. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing, nothing," You start, shaking your head, face never falling. You're fully turned towards him now, and, leaning against the arm outstretched along the back of the couch, you give his bicep a reassuring squeeze. "Go on, keep going. Seduce me."

It's Peter's turn to shake his head, rolls his eyes a little as he looks away, back at the credits rolling on the tv. "You're impossible."

"No! Come on." You move your arms around his neck, shuffle closer to make him look at you. "I'm sorry, did I foil your seduction? You know, after today it's really not necessary."

There's no response to that one, Peter's expression softening in the silence, slips an arm around your waist to hold you closer. Despite the teasing, there's no ignoring the intimacy of the moment, faces only inches apart, breath hot against skin.

It only takes a glance at your lips before he's kissing you, warm and soft and familiar, mouth slow against yours.

He pulls away first, smiles when he watches you bite your lip. "You've had a good birthday then?"

"The best," You whisper, impatient now, lean in to catch the kiss again. He obliges, free hand moving up to cup your jaw, helps him deepen it just a little. "I can think of one way it can still be improved, though."

"Now who's doing the seducing?"

You only smile at him, respond in the eagerness of the kiss when your lips find his again, let it flow like a dam bursting, like you've been waiting for this moment the whole night because you have. Because today even more than every other day has been filled with the kindness and the wit and the charm of Peter Parker, and every moment is just a moment closer to getting to kiss him like this.

The arm around your waist is pulling you closer, so much closer that you have to climb into his lap to achieve the contact, still somehow not close enough.

It only takes a few more minutes of you pressing into his lap before Peter's the one to get impatient. The hands gripping tightly behind your upper thighs should have been a clue, but soon enough Peter's standing, lifts you and holds you against him like it's nothing, one of the many perks of superhuman strength.

The sudden movement makes you gasp, the brief detachment giving him the opportunity to attach his lips to the side of your neck as he starts towards your bedroom, smiles against you when he feels the shiver the action earns.

By the time he's settling you onto the bed you're already breathing heavy, needy as you urge his face back up to yours, the kiss heavier, more urgent.

His hands are under your shirt now, grasping at your waist, sliding up and over your ribs, kneading at the covered flesh of your breasts.

You make the move to pull the fabric the rest of the way, toss it haphazardly on the floor before pulling him back down to you.

"Where do you want me?" With more open access to bare skin, Peter's lips travel down, find the dip at the base of your neck, kiss along one breast before he's sliding down a strap of your bra and taking a nipple into his mouth.

"Anywhere," You sigh, squirm under him at the sensation, warm and wet around the sensitive peak. "Everywhere."

"It's your day, sweetheart, all you gotta do is ask." He's watching you, your clouded eyes, the way your jaw falls slack when he circles his tongue around your nipple, and the sight goes straight to his cock.

"Want your mouth."

"Oh, yeah?" He asks, sly smile returning, kisses your sternum before looking up at you through those lashes. He slips his hand down then, cups your mound and presses his fingers against the seam of your jeans, the denim a torturous barrier between you and his touch. "Want it right here?"

All you can do is nod, the arch of your back involuntary, pressing against his hand, body chasing the slightest of contact he offers.

It's wordless, his movement down your body, kisses down your stomach before lowering himself on the floor, on his knees when his hands finally find the button of your jeans.

His eyes never leave yours, not as he's pulling down your jeans and your panties in one, or when he's hooking your knees over his shoulders, or when he's planting slow kisses along the inside of your thigh. It's a battle of nerve that you rapidly lose, because as soon as his tongue makes that first swipe over your clit your head is falling back against the mattress, his name spilling from your lips in a moan, eyes squeezed shut.

Normally, Peter takes his time with things like this, savours the taste of you, the heat, the way you squirm under his touch. Tonight, though, his mouth moves against you like you're his last meal, tongue swirling and tracing patterns over your clit, has your hand tangling into his hair and tugging at it sharply, the only anchoring force keeping your soul from ascending to a greater plane of existence.

It's an unexpected curse of his knowledge of your body, that all he needs is a few minutes of using his tongue just the right way to build up that knot in your stomach.

He has to hold your hips down when you start to move against him, jerk away, everything too good too fast, feel that burning ache spread through your entire lower half.

You were doomed from the beginning, but when he slips two fingers into you, curls them into the sopping velvet heat, you know you're done for.

"Pete-"

He wants to speak, wants to tell you how good you're doing for him, but he can also tell by the way you're clenching and fluttering around his fingers that you're right on the edge, and so all he does at the breathy sound of his name is hum against your clit.

It's the final straw, only takes one more curl of his fingers before you're coming apart, orgasm white-hot through your veins, hand fisted deep in his hair.

It leaves you so tight around his fingers he can hardly move them, keeps them deep inside you as he slowly crawls back up your body.

You kiss him as soon as he's close enough, drunk on the taste of yourself on his tongue, gasp against his mouth when he presses his palm against your over-sensitive clit.

"Wanna touch you."

He pulls away then, catches his breath as he looks at you, free hand brushing a loose lock of hair out of your eyes, touch feather-light across your face as he tucks it behind your ear. "It's your birthday, not mine."

You're still breathing a little too heavy, have to take a moment to regain your composure, not aided by the way he slowly slips his fingers out of you, feel the warm, sticky trail along your inner thigh. "Then you clearly have no idea what you do to me."

The sentence stops him in his tracks, makes him hold your gaze for a long while, mostly because he's so hard he's throbbing in his pants, and the thought of you still wanting to take care of him even on your birthday makes him impossibly harder. "Okay."

It makes you smile, twist your fingers into the collar of his shirt and pull him down into another kiss. "C'mere."

The same grasp on his shirt makes him follow you as you shuffle up the bed, finally pull it over his head when you tug at it, urge him to sit with a hand against his chest.

Back flush against the headboard, Peter once again finds you in his lap, bare this time, feels the wet patch that soaks through the fabric when you press against the tent in his jeans.

He only just has time to reach around and unclasp your bra before you're sliding down his body, letting the fabric fall from your arms and busying yourself with the button of his jeans.

You're on your knees, back to kiss him as he shuffles out of his pants, don't break away when your hand slips into his boxers, finds him just as hard as you had imagined.

The touch makes him groan into your mouth, that touch he's been craving, can't help the way he bucks into your hand as you start to stroke him achingly slow.

"Good boy." Your smile is devilish when you say it, moving back to bend down between his legs, revel in that slack expression on his face because you know what saying things like that does to him, keep that knowledge in your back pocket for nights just like this.

Peter never quite succeeds in bracing himself for the feel of your mouth around him, for the way you take him so firmly yet so softly in your hand, press the flat of your tongue on the underside of his cock, lick your way up the bulging vein there until you reach his tip, already leaking precum.

And then you're taking him all the way into your mouth, so warm and wet and all-consuming that it makes him throw his head back. You bite back the gag when you feel him hit the back of your throat, and then he makes that sound, the one you vye for whenever you start to touch him like this, the breathy whine that tries and fails to shape your name.

Peter thinks he sees stars when you start moving, hollowing your cheeks as you bob up and down his length, slow at first, sure to deftly stroke what you can't manage in your throat.

"Holy shit."

His hand's on the back of your head now, helps to guide your movements, fists into your hair when you start to speed up.

It's not until he musters the will to look at you that he knows he's a goner, finds you already looking at him and feels that familiar warmth spread through his stomach at the sight.

"Hey, hey, hey. Come up here." Peter's panting under you, grasp in your hair tugging lightly, hears that obscene popping sound as you pull away and moves his hand to your jaw. He brings you up to him, kisses you hard as you settle back into straddling his lap. "Can't expect me to give it up that quickly."

You smile into the kiss, satisfied by the flustered flush in his cheeks, hum at the way the taste of both of you melt together on your tongue.

"Gotta save it all for this pretty pussy."

It's so crude you have to breathe out a surprised laugh, smile wider against his own. "What a mouth on you, Parker."

He's already taken himself in his hand, feels you adjust over him to line him up with your entrance when he's pulling away to look up at you. "I thought you loved what I do with my mouth."

Any quip you had started to form dies away the moment Peter presses into you, watches your silent gasp as your mouth hangs open, lets you sink down onto him at your own pace.

The stretch of him is something you've never quite gotten over, the way he fills you up just right, like you're about to burst at the seams.

You sigh when you finally settle back into his lap, wrap an arm tightly around his neck as you feel him brace a hand against your back.

Peter groans into your shoulder when you start to move, the slow, languid rock of your hips against his.

The arm around his neck gives you purchase, leaning against him, bare chest flush against bare chest as the roll of your hips back and forth starts to speed up.

He kisses your neck, your collarbone, your shoulder, murmurs incomprehensible against your skin, sucks and nibbles and paints you in love bites, the sting the perfect contrast to the blooming pleasure in your stomach.

And then your hand is slipping back into his hair, tilts his head back so you can kiss him as you speed up yet again, gasps and open mouths.

"So good, Pete. So full, so so so-"

His thrusts are meeting yours now, makes you forget how to speak for a second, his free hand firm at your hip helping to glide you up and down his cock. The slap of skin against skin, the slick squelching, the gasps and the moans echoing around the room, everything pushing you further and further.

The feel of him twitch deep inside you is accompanied by the brush of his thumb against your clit, circles it and makes you throw your head back, adds to the way each thrust finds that perfect spot, nails digging into his shoulder.

"Fuck, Pete-"

"I know, baby," He cuts you off, makes you look down at him, and that blown, fucked out look in his eyes is enough to bring you impossibly closer. "I'm right there, sweetheart, want you to cum for me."

You don't need to be told twice, let one last roll of your hips bring you crashing down. The clench of you around him, pulsing and fluttering and moaning his name is all he needs to pull you firmly against him, stilling as his orgasm rakes through his body, cumming hot and deep inside you.

He buries his face into the crook of your neck, both arms wrapping firmly around your waist, fingers splayed wide against your back, feels the way your chest heaves against his.

It's a long while before either of you have enough composure to look at each other. You smile at each other when you finally do, breathe laughs into the next kiss.

"Happy birthday, baby."

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SPIDERMAN: NO WAY HOME (2021)

*clutches chest* I love every second of this 🥺

82 for kisses🥺🥺

From [this] A Hundred Different Kisses prompt list.

82: whispering ''i love you'' in-between kisses

"We're really not in the city anymore, huh?" Peter said as he looked around at all the trees. The two of you were surrounded by lush green forests as you hiked along the dirt path by a beautiful lake.

"It feels nice to breathe in air that isn't full of smog," you replied. You looked over your shoulder at Peter. His eyes were wide with wonder as he took in his surrounds. When you heard that he had hardly ever left the city in his life, you made it a point to bring him out to some of your favorite hiking spots. All it took was a two hour train ride upstate and you could leave the city behind.

As a child, you grew up with your parents always bringing you on camping trips every summer. You loved the woods. Being surrounded by trees made you feel alive. You felt like this was where you truly belonged. It was impossible to convince Peter though. He needed to be in the heart of the city if he wanted to keep up his life of fighting crime. Unless he wanted to fight squirrels, the forest was not the place for him.

Having a life with Peter meant living a life of compromises. You could sacrifice your wild spirit as long as he promised to take you back to the forests a few times a year.

You had chosen the least traveled trail on purpose. It would lead you deep into the heart of the woods where you and Pete would pitch your tent and spend the weakened snuggled up by a fire together. He insisted on carrying most of the heavy gear on his back. All that left you with was a light backpack and a skip in your step.

"Come on, P!" You let out an excited laugh when a gust of warm, summer wind blew by you. You already felt more alive than you had in the past month. "I'll race you to top that hill!"

You scurried up the side of a steep hill with Peter on your heels. You could hear the clanging of all your gear on his back as he ran after you. Just as you were about to reach the top before him, a web shot out from his wrist and wrapped around your ankle. It jerked your leg back so you fell forward.

Peter caught you just before you hit the ground. He flipped you over and crashed his lips onto yours, pressing your backpack into the dirt as he leaned over you.

"That's cheating," you mumbled against his soft lips.

He snickered and pecked your lips once more, "I still won though."

You watched him carefully while his eyes scanned the cliffs above you.

"What do you see?" You asked.

He smiled down at you, "I have an idea. Let's camp up there."

You followed where his finger was pointing. It lead to the top of a sheer cliff face. There were clearly not any trails leading up there.

"Uh...sorry, I didn't bring any of my rock climbing gear," you said sarcastically.

He gave you an unimpressed look as if you had suddenly forgotten who he was, "...I'm literally Spider-Man."

"Oh, yeah!" You laughed. "Let's scale up the side of a cliff then."

Peter left you at the bottom while he brought the supplies up first. You took a seat on a fallen log and watched him climb. It seemed a long way up from down below but, actually seeing how small Peter looked as scaled the side, only confirmed how tall the cliff really was. He looked like a little spider scurrying along a wall. He reached the top and disappeared over the edge. You waited about three minutes until you watched him dive off the top and plummet to the ground. 

Your heart leapt into your throat at the sight. No matter how many times you watched Peter do crazy things like this, it still terrified you to be a witness to them. The second he caught himself with a web and landed safely on the ground, you were able to let out a sigh of relief. This man would be the death of you some day. 

He bounded over to you with a huge smile on his face. His hair was swept back from the wind. He looked so alive. “The view is amazing up there! Come on. Get on my back.” He turned around and bent down for you to hop up. You wrapped your legs around his waist and arms held tightly to his neck. 

“Hold on tight, spider monkey.” He joked. 

You rolled your eyes and suppressed a laugh, “Alright Edward Cullen, don’t drop me.” You regretted making him watch the Twilight movies with you. 

Peter easily lifted the two of you up to the top of the cliff. You inhaled a sharp breath at the view from up there. It was like nothing you had ever seen before. It was obvious not many people had ever been up here. The land seemed untouched by human hands. You jumped off Peter’s back and looked around. It was truly gorgeous. You felt like you were on top of the world. 

“Wow. This is amazing, Pet-” your sentence was cut off by a quiet gasp as he wrapped you up in his arms and spun you around. 

“Let’s live up here forever,” he beamed down at you. “I’ll build us a wood cabin and we’ll be king and queen of the forest.”

You giggled and pressed a kiss to his jaw, “What happened to protecting the city?” 

“That was before I saw how beautiful you looked out here. Look at you. Standing on the edge of the world. The wind in your hair. The sun on your face. You’re practically glowing!” He held you at arms length to simply admire you. His eyes feasted over your face and down your body trying to take in every inch of you that he could. He looked absolutely enamored with you.

You felt the embarrassment rise up inside your stomach, “Stop it, P.” 

“Never.” He pulled you back into his arms and brushed his lips over yours. “I love you. I’m going to marry you some day.”

“Do I have a say in that?” You smiled at him and closed your eyes, resting your forehead against his. 

He shook his head and gave you a lazy smile back, “No. You’re mine forever.” 

Sometimes, the way he looked at you, made you feel like you were the most beautiful person in the entire world. He had this special magic over you that made you feel so alive. You never once doubted that he loved you. His adoration for you was almost too much to handle. You felt the burn of happy tears building behind your eyes. 

Peter immediately picked up on them. His smile fell, “Hey. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you sniffled through a smile. “I'm just so in love with you that it hurts.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and stood on your tip toes to kiss him. He returned the gesture with equal warmth and passion. The tears fell from your eyes and down your cheeks. You couldn’t stop them. You were too happy. They pooled around your lips to create wet, salty kisses. 

“I love you too,” he whispered, kissing away the tears on your lips. “I love you.” He trailed his lips up your cheeks, following the trail of tears. “I love you.” His lips brushed over your closed eyes. “I love you.” He kissed over every inch of wetness on your face until he fell back to your lips. “I love you.” 

Okay but the Peter Parker HP AU was beautiful 🥺 I’m a ravendor mostly ravenclaw but I could relate to Peter so well!!!!! AHHHHHH

Thank you for this message it was like a punch to the heart but a very good punch I’m so happy you could relate and that you like it 🖤