SPIDERMAN: NO WAY HOME (2021)

Someone do it before I do

Okay okay okay okay but who’s gonna write a Boxer!Peter au for the April event?

I need to update the list in the morning I’m too lazy go get my laptop from my bag and don’t wanna do it on mobile

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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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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Working on it right now bestie! I’m thinking sometime Tuesday afternoon if all goes according to plan

The Adventures of Spider-Man and Moonlight

A/N: this is arguably my favorite chapter so I hope you like it!

Summary: In which we see just how much tension is between Spider-Man and Moonlight and how their new partnership is going

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: violence, injury, sexual innuendos 

Chapter 3: Hot Dogs and Quesadillas

Moonlight stared at Spider-Man from the roof she was on and wondered what he looked like under his mask. She had no idea what he looked like at all. He had some semblance of her face since her mask only covered the upper portion of her face and he knew her hair color, though she wore a brown wig anytime she wasn’t home or running around New York as Moonlight, so he a pretty good idea of what she looked like but Luna knew nothing about his face. Did his face match his voice? Was he as good looking as she pictured in her head? She pictured him with a wide set, strong jaw and blue eyes, she loved blue eyes, with pitch black hair that was a little lengthy, maybe grazing the bottom portion of his neck but as she got to know him her image of his face evolved. At first she thought he might have blue eyes but then as she got to know him she decided he was a brown eye kind of guy because of the way he loved cats and dogs equally and didn’t prefer one over the other. She had wanted to think he had black hair but she was starting to lean toward blonde lately because of the way the sun always seemed to bathe him so beautifully.

Of course, this was a fantasy based on his voice and it took her back to the point of: she had no idea what he looked like. They’d been working together for six entire weeks now and she knew as much about him as the people of New York did. 

Luna smirked as she floated down onto the roof of the Vanderbilt, being as silent as she possibly could. Spidey was overlooking the city with his arms crossed, a slow night hitting them for the first time since Moonlight had fought with Spider-Man the night she got shot. It had been a whirlwind ever since.

Moonlight was on the front page of every paper and magazine in New York City and the people loved her. Little girls everywhere were wearing crescent moons on their chests and masks just like hers, claiming that they wanted to be a superhero just like Moonlight. It was something she hadn’t anticipated and it made her strangely emotional- in a good way. She’d gone her whole life without very much attention, save for one crazed scientist from Florida, so to be the current topic was a lot. There were, of course, some people who thought she was a menace just like Spider-Man, but for the most part the public loved her. The one thing she could go without was the catcalls from men she got when she was Moonlight and the vulgar comments and propositions made to her. It really bothered her and she tried to ignore it and she would never let it show just how it made her want to shrink away but it always put something in the pit of her stomach. 

So things were going well. For the first time in her life Luna felt like she knew what she was created for and what her purpose was and why she was given her powers. It was to help people. 

Having a purpose had changed her. She was happier and lighter and she was starting to actually make friends with the people at work. She laughed more and there was a perk in her step. She’d started singing in the shower and genuinely meaning it when she told people to have a nice day. She didn't know she could ever feel so good. She’d never felt that way before and it made her just know that she was doing what she was meant to be doing. 

As Luna floated over to Spider-Man she held her breath, really wanting to catch him off guard and maybe even scare him a little. He was always prepared and she wanted to catch him unprepared for once. 

Right when she was about to put her hands to tickle his sides, he spun around and captured her wrists in his hands tight, almost a little too tightly, making her gasp. He was so close to her that she could almost see through the tinted eyes of his mask and feel his breath on her lips. 

They stood there for a second, staring at each other with Spider-Man holding her wrists. Luna was almost wondering if he was going to kiss her. She wanted him to. She hated how she couldn’t read a thing about him. Did he feel the same tension she did? The only thing that told her maybe he did was the rise and fall of his chest being just a little faster than normal.

“S-Sorry.” He exhaled. “I didn’t know that-that uhm it was you.”

He dropped her wrists and turned back to the city. 

“It’s okay.” She shook her head, trying to get the feelings to go away. “How did you know I was there? I made like no noise.”

“Spider sense.”

Luna was quiet for a second. “Come again?”

“You know how spiders don’t have to see you to know you're coming? It’s kind of like that but it’s this feeling kind of like anxiety. I felt you coming. I knew you were right there.”

“Maybe Manheim should have invested in spiders.” Luna mumbled before plopping down to the edge of the building, feet swinging off the side. “So Spidey what does your sixth sense tell us about tonight?”

“That it’s gonna be a slow night.”

“Oh good.” She groaned. “You know when I decided to get into the hero business I didn’t realize how exhausting it was going to be. It’s like I went to sleep for ten hours straight the other night as soon as I got home. I just crashed as soon as my head hit the pillow which is nice because I kind of have trouble sleeping but I don’t know if I like sleeping that much because when I woke up it was already like one and the day was mostly gone. And you know what sucks?” She looked up to him but spoke before he could answer. “We don’t even get paid for this. Like I knew that going into this and it’s not why I’m doing it but the city could at least offer to pay our medical bills or something.”

“You don’t have medical bills.” He snorted, arms still crossed.

“Well no, but the government doesn’t know that! For all they know we could be spending thousands a year on ibuprofen!”

Peter stared down at the small ball of energy who was talking his ear off and he was smiling so hard behind his mask that his cheeks hurt. She was so damn adorable and he thought the way she rambled was cute. So cute that it made his stomach flutter. 

He had to admit that when Moonlight first came on the scene he was very hesitant and unsure but as they worked together over the last handful of weeks he found he not only wasn’t bothered by her but he actually liked her. She was a strong fighter and actually really helped him. They worked well together. Plus, when he found out she had the power to heal people he hadn’t gone home beat to hell anymore which let him sleep a lot better which gave him more energy for patrol the next night. It was a new rhythm that he welcomed. 

Moonlight’s company was something he welcomed as well. He was a little lonely before she came along but now he looked forward to going on patrol at night. He would be counting down the hours until every single sun ray was gone and he could go meet his new partner in fighting crime who would talk his ear off all night and refused to let him go home without knowing he was pain free. 

Luna’s chatter was interrupted by the sound of sirens. They looked at each before nodding and heading in that direction, Luna running at comet speed and Spider-Man swinging on his web. 

It hadn’t been anything too crazy- only a grocery store robbery that ended with the robbers putting their hands up and dropping the gun as soon as they saw Spider-Man and Moonlight show up. 

“Hey are you hungry? I know a guy who knows a guy who knows a guy who makes the best hot dogs in the city.” Spider-Man suggested as they left the crime scene parking lot. 

“Street meat? No thanks, I actually really enjoy keeping my intestines in my stomach.”

“I’m serious!”

“No.”

“Come on!”

“No way, Jose.”

“Just try it!”

“Spider-Man, for the last time I don’t want your meat in my mouth.”

Spider-Man inhaled, ready to argue only to process what she had said and he clamped his mouth shut, Luna throwing her head back in laughter. “Now I know how to make Spider-Man speechless.”

Under his mask, he was blushing furiously, trying to fight back a smile. She was good, he had to give her that. 

After a second, he felt like he could speak properly. He would have to get her back some other way later.  “Just trust me.” He mused. “I’ll let you pick the next place.”

Luna pushed back a smile at the idea of a next place.

“Fine but if I get food poisoning and die I’m getting “Spidey did it” on my headstone.”

“I’ll even autograph it.”

True to his word, the hot dog stand was just around the corner and Luna had to admit she was starving so everything smelled extra good. She got one with mustard and relish and one with just mustard while Spider-Man got four with quite literally every condiment known to man on his. 

“Are you really going to eat all of those?” She asked as they found a roof to sit on.

“Nah ones for Herman.”

“Who’s Herman?”

“My pet spider.”

Luna bit back her laughter. “Well tell him to stay away from my hot dog.”

He nodded. “Got it.” Then he looked down to the ground beside them and whispered so softly Luna couldn’t hear before he looked back up to her. “He says he doesn’t like relish anyway.”

This time Luna chuckled, biting into her hot dog. 

She watched as he started to lift his mask and for a second she wondered if she was about to see his face but he stopped at his upper lip, resting his mask there. The mental image of his face that she had in her head matched at least his jaw. It was a strong jaw that looked like it could cut glass and had the start of a five o’clock shadow, something she adored on a man. His lips were a soft pink and slightly chapped, the upper lip deep set but his bottom plush. 

Seeing part of his face fueled her theories that behind the rest of that mask was a strikingly beautiful face. 

They ate in silence, Spider-Man somehow finishing all four of his hot dogs in the same time Luna spent on hers. It was…disturbing to witness to say the least. 

She put her hand on his stomach, swallowing when she felt the rock hard abs. “Spidey, I got some bad news. I think you might have a black hole in there.”

“A curse of being Spider-Man. You should see the size of my grocery bill.”

“I have a feeling it might scare me.”

Spider-Man’s mind went right into the gutter and he knew what he wanted to say but he hesitated for a second before deciding that he felt like he could.

“Do big things scare you?” He asked, teasing in his tone.

“Not really…?”

“Good to know.” He hummed with a light chuckle. 

Luna put it together and she dropped her jaw with a gasped chuckle. “You sicko!”

“You started it!”

Luna fell into hysterical laughter and Spider-Man joined, falling back to lay down. Luna mirrored him and they fell quiet. 

“You know Moonlight I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship.” Spider-Man mused. 

“We’ll see how the hot dog sits and then we can talk about friendship.”

~~~~~~~

Moonlight dodged the punch thrown by Kraven. “Listen dude! Why can’t you just chill out!” She dodged another punch and hit him with an energy blast. “Why can’t we be friends? Kumbaya and all that shit!”

“Kumbaya my lord!” Spider-Man sang from a few feet away where he was fighting with one of Kraven’s men. “Kumbaya!”

“See!” 

Letting out a loud grunt or irritation, Kraven pulled a machete from the straps on his back. It was sharp and big. 

“Okay fine! I was just trying to make friends!”

The knife had made things harder and Luna was very narrowly missing blows as she tried to subdue the man three times her size. Her size was an advantage and a disadvantage. She was small and fast so she avoided a lot of hits but that also meant her enemies were usually big enough to crush her and once they had her would really do some damage. Like right then the Hunter grabbed her by the throat.

“You are a little pest.” He hissed, lifting her up, making her kick her legs as her hands clawed at his. She wasn’t getting any air because his grip was so tight. 

“But I’m the spider!” Spider-Man whined, shooting web onto Kraven's eyes, forcing him to drop Luna who was gasping for air as she hit the ground. 

Spider-Man took the advantage to knock Kraven out by shooting a line onto his head and pulling it down to bash it into a pipe. 

Luna got back on her feet, hands at her throbbing throat and pulling down the neck of her suit.

“You okay?” Spider-Man asked, trying not to seem too concerned as he jogged over. 

“I think so.”

She pulled her hands away and Spider-Man could see the red marks in the shape of Kraven's fingers. It rubbed him wrong and bothered him to see. 

“Lemme see.” He reached up, tilting her chin back so he could inspect her neck. His hands were on each side of her neck and his fingers brushed gently. “That’s going to bruise.”

“Not with my…super powers of healing!” She boisterously said with a chuckle.

He dropped his hands and watched as she healed her neck. When she pulled her hands away the redness was gone and Spider-Man was put at ease as she fixed the neck of her suit. 

The clean up was easy and soon all the suspects were in squad cars and headed for the station. 

“Where to?” Spider-Man asked. “We’ve still got time to kill.”

“Okay so just hear me out.”

Spider-Man groaned. “Hell no.”

“Why?!”

“Because I know I’m gonna hate it.”

“No you won’t! You’re gonna love it!”

“I think it’s time I go solo.”

“Let’s go.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna regret this.”

Ten minutes later and Spider-Man was absolutely regretting every choice he’d ever made that led up to that moment in his life.

He was sitting in a Mexican restaurant wearing a sombrero that Luna had put on him the moment they walked in the door and wouldn’t let him take it off. 

“I look ridiculous.”

“I know.” She gushed. “It’s great.”

“You’re the worst partner in fighting crime ever.”

“You love me.”

“I really don’.”

“You do. Couldn't live without me.”

He shook his head but didn't argue further because really he knew she was right. He couldn't imagine going back to being a lone wolf.

“So I’m thinking of the arroz con pollo but I don’t know if you know this but rice does not sit well with me but I really do love it and the chicken. Maybe they can change it out for beans or something but not all places will do that. I once asked them to do that on this place on seventh and they just really didn’t take that question well so you never really know ya know?”

Peter, grinning behind his mask, hummed as he looked over the menu. 

“Buuuut there’s also the chicken burrito which sounds so good. Four types of cheese? Sign me up. What are you gonna get? You’re a quesadilla guy aren’t you? No shame in it.”

“I am indeed a quesadilla guy.”

“Knew it.” She triumphed under her breath.

They ordered once Luna finally decided what she wanted and Peter slid the hat off his head, Luna not noticing. 

“Okay I gotta pee I’ll be back.” She announced before jumping up and heading for the restroom. Peter definitely did not watch as she went and he definitely did not love the way the suit hugged her figure. He was a gentleman and definitely did not let his eyes glance as she walked away.

When she came back he almost choked on air. The zipper that was always right up the collar on her suit was so far down her chest was visible and her cleavage was very out in the open. He couldn’t look away for a solid five seconds before forcing his head down to the chips he was eating, his mask resting on his top lip. 

Moonlight acted as if nothing had changed and chatted about whatever. Peter couldn’t focus because all he could do was make sure he wasn’t looking at her chest. He tried not to speak too much, knowing his current mental state would make him sound like an idiot. 

Except that he wasn’t an idiot. He knew that Moonlight was insanely beautiful. Only half her face was visible but it was plain as day that she was stunning. It was something that anyone with eyes could see so of course he was attracted to her but he couldn’t be attracted to her. For one thing, he promised himself he would never put another person in danger because of who he was, not after what happened to Gwen. He wouldn’t do that to someone else. Another thing, they were partners in fighting crime and mixing business with pleasure never ended well. They were strictly co-workers and co-workers didn’t look at other co-workers' boobs. 

“You okay, Spidey?” Moonlight asked, sipping from her drink. The condensation of the cold glass dripped down the side of the glass and into her chest, making it glisten. Peter gripped the table. 

“Y-Yeah yep yeah. Just got a um a headache coming on I think. I’ll be right back.”

He jumped up from the table and made his way to the bathroom, ignoring the looks he was getting as he went. He knew someone had tried to ask for a picture but he couldn’t let anyone see the state he was in. 

It had never happened before but he had a hard on in his suit; his very thin, revealing suit. 

At their table, Luna was laughing silently, shoulders shaking as she dipped a chip in some salsa. She knew what she was doing the whole time. She had been wanting to know if Spider-Man would be affected by her in that way. They were so flirty at times and she didn’t know if he was just messing around or not but if they were going to play games she needed to know what kind of hand she had. 

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 🖤

Chapter 4 of Spidey-Moon will be up today! Also going to work on some requests!

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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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.

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!