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Night and Day - TASM! X Fem Reader (½) 18+

Based off the idea that Mr Peter Parker has a certain versatile quality. A tender, loving spidey, versus something a little darker. With that in mind, it’s a two-parter and first up, is Sickeningly Cute Spiderman who calls you his sweet girl. I think I could have captured this better but I’m a bit rusty. *bracing myself for this one*

Universe with characters v much of age, in 20s like.

Warnings: Fluffy Smut 18+ , swearing

It was two o’clock in the morning and you still hadn’t allowed yourself to sleep. You told yourself simply liked listening to the rain and it had nothing to do with your overdue superhero. It felt cold, even underneath the sheets. You were missing him whilst he was out fighting crime, keeping everyone safe: it was about time he returned so you could make sure he was safe too.

“Knock Knock.” He appeared at the window on your fire escape, mask in his hand.

“Who’s there?” You smiled, playing along.

“A masked vigilante.”

“A masked vigilante, who?”

“No-” He laughed.

“That’s not how those jokes go, Bug Boy.”

“Hey! You knew it was me?!” You giggled and got out of bed to open the window.

“Still in one piece, Spiderman?” He dropped into your room and closed the window behind him.

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The Sun is a Blue Moon

A/N: So this started out as a headcanon thread that was hella long until I eventually decided to just write the thing. This may be one of my favorite things I’ve ever written. Let me know what you guys think. Oh, and yes there will be a part 2 ;)

Summary: A Hogwarts AU where Peter Parker falls in love with a Hufflepuff and it’s just tooth rotting fluff the whole time really.

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: social anxiety 

“Just breathe.” y/n exhaled, staring at herself in the mirror. 

It was her first day of sixth year at Hogwarts and she was a tangled knot of anxiety and nerves. Part of her still couldn’t believe she was actually there once again. It seemed like just yesterday someone was knocking at her door and telling her parents that she was a witch and was accepted to Hogwart, a school for witchcraft and wizardry. It had been a bumpy ride at the beginning, her parents not fully believing it for quite some time but eventually couldn’t deny the obvious. It was true and they all knew it. Y/N had always been different her entire life, with strange things happening around her that always made people stare at her. It was what made her such an anxious child and what made her social anxiety bloom into what it was. 

Smoothing down her robe and adjusting her yellow tie, she left the restroom and headed for her first class, keeping close to the walls and head down and continuing on with the same routine she’d had for the last several years. Sometimes she wished she could blend in with the walls and go unseen.

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I don’t think you understand how just gosh darn slap your knee excited I am for this

Bro I woke up sad af - BUT imma write a fic where Peter busts down a door at a party saving reader from a handsy jerk. I’m very excited. Protective Peter does something to my insides….

Also, happy Friday!

Hi! I love your new Hogwarts au series! My introverted, social anxious, Hufflepuff heart is screaming <333

Thank you for taking the time to send this 🥺 it made my morning. Social anxiety is so hard to deal with and I’ve never seen anything written on it before especially for Andrew!Peter so I had a fine I’ll do it myself moment after an anxiety attack awhile back haha. I’m working on part 2 and I’m very very excited for it!

SPIDER-MAN: NO WAY HOME (2021) + Letterboxd reviews (Andrew Garfield edition)

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.”

*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.” 

Omg part 2 of the Peter Parker Hogwarts AU is amazing! I was so sad when I got to the end of it because I wanted more 😂 Great job!

Omg thank you bestie 🥺 Lowkey I wish I could have kept doing with it I just loved the concept so much but honestly I truly felt like it wasn’t meant to be more than it was anything else would have been overkill ya know? But thank you so much for loving it and taking the time to send this it means the world to me

Do you have a best friend too? I did. You did? He died in my arms… after he tried to kill me.

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Omg your Peter Parker Hogwarts Au 🥺 I love love love it! Can’t wait for part 2 💛

Thank you bb 🥺 made my morning to read this I’m really hoping I’ll have part 2 up within the week I finally hammered out exactly how I want it to go I just need to start writing it