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Okay all did not go according to plan and I’ll have it up tomorrow! I got an idea for a part two and I’m having to edit the chapter to add those undertones in
when can we except the HP piece
Working on it right now bestie! I’m thinking sometime Tuesday afternoon if all goes according to plan
when can we except the HP piece
Working on it right now bestie! I’m thinking sometime Tuesday afternoon if all goes according to plan
Live footage of me writing this for V and V only
What if I told you I was working on a prompt for Ravelclaw!Peter and Hufflepuff!reader? What then V?
Well Daisy, I’d have to scream and jump and worship the very ground you walk on because YES PLEASE
My first mutual! Can i request Peter walking in on you playing guitar and singing and he didnt know you could sing???? And he’s floored???? Thanks!! 🥺 - justnotforbread🕸🍞
A/N: thank you for this request I loved every second of writing this! Hope you like it!
Beautiful Stranger
Y/N was someone who was naturally very artistic and creative. Classes would be spent by drawing little doodles in her notebook or on whatever piece of paper was on her desk at the time. Teachers would often discourage it, knowing it meant that she hadn’t been paying attention at the time. She took art as her elective several times over even though she had been encouraged by school counselors to branch out and try other things. She always customized whatever she could to her liking, especially the things she wore on her body. Her room had been a wall of posters and art she made and photos of things she liked and people she looked up to.
She had a notebook full of little thoughts she had and poems of all kinds. There were some poems about her parents and some about whatever boy she was crushing on at the time and some about how hard life was. It wasn’t until her later teen years that she started writing songs.
They were purely for her and used as her own creative outlet as well as a form of therapy. The navy blue notebook that she kept these songs in was buried in her backpack and hidden under the mattress, never wanting her parents to find it.
It wasn’t until she was nineteen and moved out that she picked up her first guitar at a small thrift store. It was older and had more than likely seen quite a few hands but she was drawn to it. Her little song writing hobby could become a song making hobby and she could do something with the dozens of songs she had written over the years.
Learning how to play had been harder than she thought it would be but she persisted, spending nights playing the same three chords over and over again until she had them down to a muscle memory. Deep Purple’s Smoke on the Water had been the first song she learned and was able to play without messing up once and that fueled her to persist with the goal of being able to craft her own song.
Months later and she was sitting on her bed, making her own music and writing down the chords as she went so she wouldn’t forget. More songs came after that and she kept them in the same navy blue notebook she’d had for years that was specifically reserved for songs lyrics, and now the music to go along with those lyrics.
Singing was something she enjoyed as well. She knew she could hold a tune but she didn’t think she was the best singer or anything, and it didn’t matter. She sang for herself so to her it didn’t matter if she wasn’t amazing. It wasn’t like American Idol was in her future dreams. So she never sang in front of anyone except her childhood cat who happened to be in the room when she was singing.
There had been a couple years that she went into a lull and didn’t write as many songs as she once had, especially not after her guitar was stolen when her apartment was broken into while she was at school one day.
Then she met Peter Parker.
Peter with those eyes that reminded her of fall leaves and warm sweaters and baked goods and his hugs that made her feel like she was stepping out into the sunlight and the way he called her sweetheart in the middle of the night when he was getting into bed after patrol and she was half awake and welcoming him into their bed. Peter with his desperate need to do good and a hero complex that was so strong it put the weight of the world on his shoulders. Peter who kissed the tip of her nose when it was red from the northern cold and woke up early before her to make her coffee for her so that it would be ready when she woke up and always let her have the last Oreo.
Peter Parker had y/n writing songs again. They ranged from the way he made her wanna crack her chest open for him and give him her heart and how he was like a sun drop that slipped from the sun itself to light up her world and how his pleasurable touch made her wonder if that was what dying felt like. Some got specific like the one titled His Jacket about the night they went out and she didn’t bring a jacket but got cold and he gave her his green one. It had been far too big on her and the sleeves went past her hands but it was so warm and smelled like him. It made her feel oddly safe even though he was right next to her and she hadn’t wanted to take it off. When he wasn’t home she would sometimes wear it and just feel so warm and safe. Some weren’t as specific and more about their relationship in a broad sense, going on about how they would sometimes just look at one another and know what the other was feeling. Some of the songs were proper songs with three verses and three choruses and some were quite short with just a short verse and a chorus and a repeat of the chorus once more before ending.
It was late February when y/n got her tax refund and she eagerly made her way to the pawn shop down the street after work, buying a used acoustic before heading home to the empty apartment. Peter had plans to go on patrol right after his work day was done due to a serial rapist who had started upstate and in the last few days made his way down to the city. It had kept Peter up at night. She was worried about him but trusted Spider-Man to make sure Peter Parker came home to her every night.
As soon as she was home she was grabbing her notebook and fishing a new pick out of the pack she had just bought and made a workspace out of the living room floor, notebook out and open.
The feeling of the strings on her fingertips was so familiar but still a little out of place. It was like visiting somewhere that you once frequented but hadn’t been there in years so it felt different yet the same all at once.
Forming the song only took a couple hours or so before she was running through her first play through. It took a few more run-through's before she felt comfortable with the order of the chords.
After a short break to get a drink and make dinner, she was sitting back down and putting the acoustic back in her lap, pick between her fingers. She knew it was getting late but she felt like she was just getting started and she knew Peter wouldn’t be home for a while longer.
Peter landed gently on the fire escape, not wanting to wake y/n if she was already asleep. It wasn’t very late but she was known to have early nights and be out by ten so on nights that he didn’t know if she was asleep already he was extra quiet.
Slipping in through the unlocked bedroom window, he found their room empty but he had already heard her moving around in their living room when he started opening the window. Sliding past the curtain, he was in the bedroom and closed and locked the window behind him before taking off his mask.
He had had an early night, catching the upstate rapist much earlier in his shift. He had been trying to catch the guy for the last week and finally got him before he could ruin another woman's life. He felt relief in knowing he wouldn’t be going to bed that night wondering if the serial rapist was out there and hurting someone. Spider-Man had made New York a safer place for at least tonight and that would grant Peter a good night's sleep- if just for tonight.
As Peter was heading to leave the room, he heard the strum of a guitar and stopped, listening and wondering why he was hearing a guitar. He only counted one heartbeat so it wasn’t someone else playing. It had to be y/n.
The strum turned into a song and he took the remaining steps to be able to see out into the living room past the corner. Y/N was sitting on the floor with an acoustic guitar in her lap, looking down at it and fingers moving nimbly across the strings.
Leaning against the door frame, Peter watched and wondered why she had never told him she knew how to play. How had they been together for an entire year and he didn’t know this about her? The guitar had to be new because she didn’t have one before. He had personally moved most of her stuff when they were moving in.
Peter’s breath fell from his lungs when she started to sing.
“I grab your hand and then we run to the car, singin’ in the street and playing air guitar. Stuck between my teeth just like a candy bar and I wonder if it goes too far to say I’ve never recognized a purer face. You stopped me in my tracks and put me right in my place. Used to think that lovin’ meant a painful chase but you’re right here now and I think you’ll stay.” She sang.
He was just in awe; he was wonderstruck. Her voice was so soft and so beautiful and steady and he hated that he hadn’t been graced by it for the last year. Then there was the matter of the lyrical content that made his heart feel like it might turn into goo. It was absolutely her own original song that was about them because a couple months ago they had been at one of y/n’s friends’ parties and they were leaving when a song that they both loved came on. The music was so loud they could still hear it from outside and had jammed out to it together, air guitar having been part of that. It was one of his favorite moments in time with her and now one of his fondest memories.
He didn’t understand why she was working her current nine to five job when she had this talent.
He tried not to be a little hurt that he didn’t know anything about this but he also knew that he had hidden Spider-Man from her for the first six months. He couldn’t exactly judge her.
“Oh we’re dacin’ in my livin’ room and up come my fists and I say I’m only playing but the truth is this: I’ve never seen a mouth that I would kill to kiss. And I’m terrified but the truth is this: I said beautiful stranger here you are in my arms and I know that beautiful strangers only come along to do me wrong. And I hope, beautiful stranger here you are in my arms and I think it’s finally, finally, finally, finally, finally safe for me to fall.”
Peter’s eyes pricked with tears as he leaned against the door frame, throat tight and wanting nothing more than to drop to his knees in front of her and kiss her so hard that it would be able to make her feel what he was feeling which was awe, astonishment, adoration to name a few. He was also incredibly overwhelmed by how beautiful she was; sitting there in that black NYU hoodie that he knew she’d gotten on her first day with a strand of her hair falling in her face from the bun that was piled on her head and her face clear of any makeup and singing about she felt safe enough to fall because she knew he would catch her. He would always catch her. At the end of the day his most important job was protecting her. Spider-Man meant nothing if he couldn’t keep y/n safe. The final strum made him wipe at his glassy eyes and he eyed the blue notebook that was open in front of her. He had seen it a couple times but assumed it was something to do with work like a planner or a calendar. It apparently harbored every feeling she had ever felt about him, about them.
Not wanting to startle her, he breathed her name.
Still, she jumped and her head whipped in his direction. “Jesus.” She gasped. “What the fuck are you doing home so early?”
“Finished early tonight. Thought I might come home and try to see you before you went to sleep.”
Y/N was silent for a moment before nodding. “How long have you been standing there?”
He smiled fondly. “Long enough to hear the most beautiful song I’ve ever heard in my life.”
Y/N groaned and buried her face behind her guitar in her lap.
Stalking forward, Peter sat across from her. “Why didn’t you tell me about…any of this?”
She looked up, ears red with embarrassment and lips pursed. “I’ve never shared it with anyone.” She shrugged. “Not even my parents. It’s something I do for me and when I met you…I was more inspired than I ever have been in my life. I may not be the best singer or songwriter but it’s so therapeutic.”
Cupping her face, he brushed the strand of hair away with his thumb. “I feel like I should have paid admission to see that that’s how beautiful your voice is. And that song? You wrote that?”
She smiled sheepishly. “Wrote it the morning after Anna’s party. You were still sleeping and I just…you make me feel so safe, Pete.”
“Well, I am Spider-Man.” he chuckled.
“That’s not it. I know you’re not gonna break my heart. I just know it. I don’t know how but I do. You have no idea how many songs I’ve written about us and-and about you. Last year this thing wasn’t even halfway filled and now it’s only got a few blank pages left.”
He closed the gap and kissed her hard in a mismatch of lips and the need to show her how much he loved her in a way he could. He didn’t know how to make a song but he wanted to so badly in that moment just so she could truly understand how he felt about her because what he just heard made him know truly how she felt about him.
“Play it again.” He breathed against her lips.
“I’ll play it as many times as you want.”
My first mutual! Can i request Peter walking in on you playing guitar and singing and he didnt know you could sing???? And he’s floored???? Thanks!! 🥺 - justnotforbread🕸🍞
A/N: thank you for this request I loved every second of writing this! Hope you like it!
Beautiful Stranger
Y/N was someone who was naturally very artistic and creative. Classes would be spent by drawing little doodles in her notebook or on whatever piece of paper was on her desk at the time. Teachers would often discourage it, knowing it meant that she hadn’t been paying attention at the time. She took art as her elective several times over even though she had been encouraged by school counselors to branch out and try other things. She always customized whatever she could to her liking, especially the things she wore on her body. Her room had been a wall of posters and art she made and photos of things she liked and people she looked up to.
She had a notebook full of little thoughts she had and poems of all kinds. There were some poems about her parents and some about whatever boy she was crushing on at the time and some about how hard life was. It wasn’t until her later teen years that she started writing songs.
They were purely for her and used as her own creative outlet as well as a form of therapy. The navy blue notebook that she kept these songs in was buried in her backpack and hidden under the mattress, never wanting her parents to find it.
It wasn’t until she was nineteen and moved out that she picked up her first guitar at a small thrift store. It was older and had more than likely seen quite a few hands but she was drawn to it. Her little song writing hobby could become a song making hobby and she could do something with the dozens of songs she had written over the years.
Learning how to play had been harder than she thought it would be but she persisted, spending nights playing the same three chords over and over again until she had them down to a muscle memory. Deep Purple’s Smoke on the Water had been the first song she learned and was able to play without messing up once and that fueled her to persist with the goal of being able to craft her own song.
Months later and she was sitting on her bed, making her own music and writing down the chords as she went so she wouldn’t forget. More songs came after that and she kept them in the same navy blue notebook she’d had for years that was specifically reserved for songs lyrics, and now the music to go along with those lyrics.
Singing was something she enjoyed as well. She knew she could hold a tune but she didn’t think she was the best singer or anything, and it didn’t matter. She sang for herself so to her it didn’t matter if she wasn’t amazing. It wasn’t like American Idol was in her future dreams. So she never sang in front of anyone except her childhood cat who happened to be in the room when she was singing.
There had been a couple years that she went into a lull and didn’t write as many songs as she once had, especially not after her guitar was stolen when her apartment was broken into while she was at school one day.
Then she met Peter Parker.
Peter with those eyes that reminded her of fall leaves and warm sweaters and baked goods and his hugs that made her feel like she was stepping out into the sunlight and the way he called her sweetheart in the middle of the night when he was getting into bed after patrol and she was half awake and welcoming him into their bed. Peter with his desperate need to do good and a hero complex that was so strong it put the weight of the world on his shoulders. Peter who kissed the tip of her nose when it was red from the northern cold and woke up early before her to make her coffee for her so that it would be ready when she woke up and always let her have the last Oreo.
Peter Parker had y/n writing songs again. They ranged from the way he made her wanna crack her chest open for him and give him her heart and how he was like a sun drop that slipped from the sun itself to light up her world and how his pleasurable touch made her wonder if that was what dying felt like. Some got specific like the one titled His Jacket about the night they went out and she didn’t bring a jacket but got cold and he gave her his green one. It had been far too big on her and the sleeves went past her hands but it was so warm and smelled like him. It made her feel oddly safe even though he was right next to her and she hadn’t wanted to take it off. When he wasn’t home she would sometimes wear it and just feel so warm and safe. Some weren’t as specific and more about their relationship in a broad sense, going on about how they would sometimes just look at one another and know what the other was feeling. Some of the songs were proper songs with three verses and three choruses and some were quite short with just a short verse and a chorus and a repeat of the chorus once more before ending.
It was late February when y/n got her tax refund and she eagerly made her way to the pawn shop down the street after work, buying a used acoustic before heading home to the empty apartment. Peter had plans to go on patrol right after his work day was done due to a serial rapist who had started upstate and in the last few days made his way down to the city. It had kept Peter up at night. She was worried about him but trusted Spider-Man to make sure Peter Parker came home to her every night.
As soon as she was home she was grabbing her notebook and fishing a new pick out of the pack she had just bought and made a workspace out of the living room floor, notebook out and open.
The feeling of the strings on her fingertips was so familiar but still a little out of place. It was like visiting somewhere that you once frequented but hadn’t been there in years so it felt different yet the same all at once.
Forming the song only took a couple hours or so before she was running through her first play through. It took a few more run-through's before she felt comfortable with the order of the chords.
After a short break to get a drink and make dinner, she was sitting back down and putting the acoustic back in her lap, pick between her fingers. She knew it was getting late but she felt like she was just getting started and she knew Peter wouldn’t be home for a while longer.
Peter landed gently on the fire escape, not wanting to wake y/n if she was already asleep. It wasn’t very late but she was known to have early nights and be out by ten so on nights that he didn’t know if she was asleep already he was extra quiet.
Slipping in through the unlocked bedroom window, he found their room empty but he had already heard her moving around in their living room when he started opening the window. Sliding past the curtain, he was in the bedroom and closed and locked the window behind him before taking off his mask.
He had had an early night, catching the upstate rapist much earlier in his shift. He had been trying to catch the guy for the last week and finally got him before he could ruin another woman's life. He felt relief in knowing he wouldn’t be going to bed that night wondering if the serial rapist was out there and hurting someone. Spider-Man had made New York a safer place for at least tonight and that would grant Peter a good night's sleep- if just for tonight.
As Peter was heading to leave the room, he heard the strum of a guitar and stopped, listening and wondering why he was hearing a guitar. He only counted one heartbeat so it wasn’t someone else playing. It had to be y/n.
The strum turned into a song and he took the remaining steps to be able to see out into the living room past the corner. Y/N was sitting on the floor with an acoustic guitar in her lap, looking down at it and fingers moving nimbly across the strings.
Leaning against the door frame, Peter watched and wondered why she had never told him she knew how to play. How had they been together for an entire year and he didn’t know this about her? The guitar had to be new because she didn’t have one before. He had personally moved most of her stuff when they were moving in.
Peter’s breath fell from his lungs when she started to sing.
“I grab your hand and then we run to the car, singin’ in the street and playing air guitar. Stuck between my teeth just like a candy bar and I wonder if it goes too far to say I’ve never recognized a purer face. You stopped me in my tracks and put me right in my place. Used to think that lovin’ meant a painful chase but you’re right here now and I think you’ll stay.” She sang.
He was just in awe; he was wonderstruck. Her voice was so soft and so beautiful and steady and he hated that he hadn’t been graced by it for the last year. Then there was the matter of the lyrical content that made his heart feel like it might turn into goo. It was absolutely her own original song that was about them because a couple months ago they had been at one of y/n’s friends’ parties and they were leaving when a song that they both loved came on. The music was so loud they could still hear it from outside and had jammed out to it together, air guitar having been part of that. It was one of his favorite moments in time with her and now one of his fondest memories.
He didn’t understand why she was working her current nine to five job when she had this talent.
He tried not to be a little hurt that he didn’t know anything about this but he also knew that he had hidden Spider-Man from her for the first six months. He couldn’t exactly judge her.
“Oh we’re dacin’ in my livin’ room and up come my fists and I say I’m only playing but the truth is this: I’ve never seen a mouth that I would kill to kiss. And I’m terrified but the truth is this: I said beautiful stranger here you are in my arms and I know that beautiful strangers only come along to do me wrong. And I hope, beautiful stranger here you are in my arms and I think it’s finally, finally, finally, finally, finally safe for me to fall.”
Peter’s eyes pricked with tears as he leaned against the door frame, throat tight and wanting nothing more than to drop to his knees in front of her and kiss her so hard that it would be able to make her feel what he was feeling which was awe, astonishment, adoration to name a few. He was also incredibly overwhelmed by how beautiful she was; sitting there in that black NYU hoodie that he knew she’d gotten on her first day with a strand of her hair falling in her face from the bun that was piled on her head and her face clear of any makeup and singing about she felt safe enough to fall because she knew he would catch her. He would always catch her. At the end of the day his most important job was protecting her. Spider-Man meant nothing if he couldn’t keep y/n safe. The final strum made him wipe at his glassy eyes and he eyed the blue notebook that was open in front of her. He had seen it a couple times but assumed it was something to do with work like a planner or a calendar. It apparently harbored every feeling she had ever felt about him, about them.
Not wanting to startle her, he breathed her name.
Still, she jumped and her head whipped in his direction. “Jesus.” She gasped. “What the fuck are you doing home so early?”
“Finished early tonight. Thought I might come home and try to see you before you went to sleep.”
Y/N was silent for a moment before nodding. “How long have you been standing there?”
He smiled fondly. “Long enough to hear the most beautiful song I’ve ever heard in my life.”
Y/N groaned and buried her face behind her guitar in her lap.
Stalking forward, Peter sat across from her. “Why didn’t you tell me about…any of this?”
She looked up, ears red with embarrassment and lips pursed. “I’ve never shared it with anyone.” She shrugged. “Not even my parents. It’s something I do for me and when I met you…I was more inspired than I ever have been in my life. I may not be the best singer or songwriter but it’s so therapeutic.”
Cupping her face, he brushed the strand of hair away with his thumb. “I feel like I should have paid admission to see that that’s how beautiful your voice is. And that song? You wrote that?”
She smiled sheepishly. “Wrote it the morning after Anna’s party. You were still sleeping and I just…you make me feel so safe, Pete.”
“Well, I am Spider-Man.” he chuckled.
“That’s not it. I know you’re not gonna break my heart. I just know it. I don’t know how but I do. You have no idea how many songs I’ve written about us and-and about you. Last year this thing wasn’t even halfway filled and now it’s only got a few blank pages left.”
He closed the gap and kissed her hard in a mismatch of lips and the need to show her how much he loved her in a way he could. He didn’t know how to make a song but he wanted to so badly in that moment just so she could truly understand how he felt about her because what he just heard made him know truly how she felt about him.
“Play it again.” He breathed against her lips.
“I’ll play it as many times as you want.”
Do you have any daddy Andrew!Peter headcannons?
Lol gonna assume you mean as a father with kids and not in the other daddy sense.
But of course I do!
Infant and Toddler Years:
Peter cried happy tears the first time he ever bottle fed his baby.
He insists on trying all of the baby food! He says it’s because if he thinks it’s gross, the baby will think it’s gross, but really he’s just curious.
Peter never let’s his kids fall. He catches them every time. To the point that his partner has to remind him it’s okay for kids to fall down sometimes because they have to learn to get back up.
When he’s too lazy to put up baby gates, he just shoots webs over the open doors instead.
Uses his webs like a baby leash whenever the kids runs too far ahead
All of his kids have him wrapped around their finger and they know it
Has the baby shark song and dance memorized. Gets stuck in his head all the time. Has 100% caught some bad guys while singing it under his breath.
Young Kiddos:
If he’s ever out late and misses bedtime, Peter will crawl into their beds and snuggle with them until he falls asleep too. So many nights his partner has been looking around the house for him only to find him passed out next to their kids
His kids ask him for Spider-Man stories for bedtime every night. He makes them child-friendly and often adds things like dragons into the mix for fun.
“Don’t tell mommy that I let you have three bowls of ice cream for dinner.” *later that night* “I swear I have no idea why they’re throwing up! Must be something going around the school.”
His daughter has a fascination with bugs. Peter takes her on bug hunts through Central Park to see what they can find every weekend. They bring nets, jars, and magnifying glasses to study them.
Always has his nails badly painted and in rainbow colors because his daughter wanted to do them.
Can braid his daughters hair better than any of the other dads
Makes all their Halloween costumes by hand. Makes the whole family have a theme each year. His favorite was their Addam’s Family one. (Baby number three was made that night.)
Dresses up as Spider-Man and fully commits to pretending to chase the monsters out from under the bed whenever the kids get scared.
The kids first sleepover ever is at Aunt May’s house. Peter calls to check in on them every hour.
He’s the first one to volunteer as a helper for any of their school field trips.
Pre-teens:
Brings them on movie dates every week and takes them out for dinner afterwards. Each kid gets their own special week night with dad to make sure that he stays a trusted person in their lives.
His kids are never afraid to tell him anything.
When they go through a period of being bullied, Peter let’s them skip school and sleep in. Then he puts on their favorite music and forces them to have a dance party with him until they’re laughing again.
His son loves the Percy Jackson book series so Peter reads them all too. That way he can have conversations with his son that speak to his interests.
Peter often brings flowers home for his partner. His daughter mentions how pretty the flowers are one day. Peter then makes sure to bring her home a bouquet every time too.
Teaches his kids how to skateboard.
Teenagers:
When they’re too stressed out with all their high school classes, Peter will sneakily do their homework for them some nights.
Spider-Man will watch over any first dates to make sure everyone is behaving themselves!
Treats all their friends as if they’re his kids as well. Basically just adopts all the strays esp if they have crappy parents.
Loves their emo phase. Listens to all their emo music. Knows the members of all the bands.
He gets so excited when his daughter tells him that she’s into photography. Buys her a brand new camera.
His daughter calls him drunk from a party one time. She says that her friends all got in the car to drive home but she knew better. He immediately goes to pick her up. Tells her how smart she was for calling him and brings her home safely. He takes care of her hangover the next day and waits until she’s recovered before talking to her about the dangers of drinking. He never yells at her. Never raises his voice.
Will spend hours roaming the museum of natural history with his son.
Cheers the loudest at his daughter's volleyball games. She gets so embarrassed but he loves it.
College:
Holds it together while dropping off. Lifts all the heavy stuff for everyone when rearranging the dorm room. Sobs the whole way home.
Calls his kids every single night and insists they tell him all about their day.
If he doesn’t hear from them all day, he starts panicking and threatening to drive up to the college. His partner has to calm him down and remind him that they are adult now. They need a little space sometimes.
Peter doesn’t do well as an empty nester so he starts volunteering at a local youth group. He becomes a mentor to many young kids. He’s also conveniently absent on the one day Spider-Man comes to visit the kids. They excitedly tell him all about it the next day though while he sits there and smiles.
That was fun! Give me more headcannons!
*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.”
First fight with Pete ? 🥺 making the reader cry and instantly breaking down bc he didn’t mean it
i'm no good at writing angst i feel, but i tried my best <3 i hope it turned out okay!
9:57.
It had now been close to three hours since Peter hadn't shown up at your place for the date night you'd planned and although him being late or missing events for spider-related reasons wasn't anything new, that didn't mean it didn't hurt any less.
You understood he didn't control when criminals decided to cause chaos, and you understood the purpose being Spider-Man gave him. It lit up his eyes with determination and a feeling of self-worth that you wished he could feel all the time. Some nights it brought pain into those eyes, a sadness you wished you could cure with the thousands of kisses and soft touches you were sure you'd given him by now, but you knew it just wasn't possible. You did your best to share that weight, though. Push it off his shoulders as much as possible, letting him know the people that escaped his webs, whether for capture or for saving, they weren't his fault. He was one person, a man and not a god, and he simply couldn't do it all. And that was okay.
You understood. You always did. Because you loved Peter Parker. And you loved Spider-Man, too, but lately it'd been harder and harder to feel fondness for the superhero for stealing your time with Peter. You wished taking a sabbatical from vigilantism was possible.
So when your window slid open, a familiar blue and red leg stepping through, you were filled with relief, and also dread. You knew you had to talk to Peter about all of this. And with the tension building up about it every time you tried to bring it up the past week, you knew it would end in an argument. You and Pete really hadn't had a true fight yet, and you weren't exactly excited to get to that part of your relationship.
"Hey, beautiful," his hair popped almost comically out of the mask as he yanked it off. He made a bee-line to where you were sitting on the bed, a kiss pressed to your forehead just like every other greeting he'd given you. He seemed nervous, knowing he'd messed up, fidgeting his hands where he stood in front of you. "I'm sorry I missed date night. I know we were both excited for it..." You had to physically hold back an it's okay, Pete, because you knew it wasn't. You needed to be an adult, in an adult relationship. Because that's what you were; no matter how much Peter made you feel like two teenagers in love when he was with you.
"Can we talk?" The words alone settled a storm in your stomach. And the change in Peter's expression didn't help.
"Of course," his voice got quiet when he sat next to you. He fought the urge to hold your hand, put his arm around you, just touch you. Even though he needed it himself, and it looked like you did, too, with the way your hands picked at your shirt hem, the ten mile stare directed at your lap.
"I know Spider-Man is important to you, and he's important to me, too, because of that," you began slowly. You felt like your voice was shaking like a scared little dog. "And I will always support that part of your life. But lately I feel like I've seen more of you in that suit on my TV than I have you standing in front of me. And I just... I miss Peter Parker."
"I miss you, too," he gave a half-hearted smile. "I'm sorry... I just-- things have been chaotic lately."
"Are you going to elaborate or am I just supposed to accept that alone as an answer for the millionth time?" You gritted your teeth once the words left your mouth, in a tone far harsher than you meant. But you were frustrated. Something you couldn't hide any longer. "It doesn't hurt any less to not know what's going on when you're gone more than you're here. In fact, it's quite the opposite, actually, Peter."
"I'm just trying to keep you safe."
"You always say that, but safety and my peace of mind don't seem to be very good friends," you sighed. "Lately I just feel like-- like you don't trust me. To take care of myself, to just let me in on what's going on with you. It's always about my safety or you're too busy or whatever you say-- I'm just supposed to accept it. This is a two-way relationship but it feels like there's three of us, and Spider-Man is the one making decisions for the both of us."
"I just-- I don't want you to get--"
"Hurt. I know," you stood from the bed, crossing to the other side of the room. "I'm so tired of you saying that. Like-- like the only thing that would hurt me is a physical threat. You don't want me to get hurt, but every time you ghost me, every time I go a week without seeing you or when I do it's you next to me when I wake up covered in cuts and bruises? What about that? You think that doesn't hurt?" Tears stung your eyes now, ones you were trying desperately to keep in as you went further. "All I feel lately from you is hurt. So good job with that, Spider-Man."
"I don't want you to get involved with that part of me. You can't-- you can't take care of yourself." As soon as the words left his mouth, you both know that's not what he meant. But it didn't lessen the sting.
"Wow," you scoffed. "I'm pretty sure I survived 20 years without you before, Parker, I'm not a fucking child!"
"I never said you were!" He voice had risen above its normal level now, making you flinch. He pulled and tugged at the mask in his hands, clearly frustrated and angry now. "Every time I go out there in this stupid suit, I worry that someone is going to see me, someone will find you and decide that you can give them information on me. That you're just leverage to get what they want. Or I won't be there when you need me. I worry that I can't save you, can't you see that?"
"You don't think I worry about you every time you go out there? And it only gets worse when you come home in pieces that I try to put back together?”
"It's not the same!"
"Yes it fucking is! It's fucking worse! I don't have superpowers, I can't save you, I can't make sure you're safe. Do you know how helpless that feels?"
"You don't understand."
"Then make me!" You broke, tears coming fast and hard down your face. "Just let me in. I don't know what I'm supposed to do to make you trust me enough to do that. What am I supposed to do?"
"I can't-- you can't understand."
"Am I not good enough? Smart enough? What's the issue here, Peter?" You laughed humorlessly.
"Maybe you are!" He burst out. You reeled back, not knowing what to say. The tears came even faster than before as you backed away, out of the bedroom, ignoring Peter's apologies and panicked rambling that quickly turned to tears as he followed you to the door. You slammed it shut behind you before he could follow, your feet carrying you outside into a thoughtless path before you even realized it.
An hour or so later, you were still out in the crisp air of New York, settled on a bench blocks away from your apartment in a quiet park. You knew it was probably unsafe, but you didn't care at the moment. The tears had finally subsided, and you were left stewing in guilt and frustration. All you wanted was for Peter to let you in. You knew he was apprehensive, it had taken him over half a year to even tell you he was Spider-Man, but he never really told you much beyond that.
Your phone went off for the thousandth time since you'd stepped foot out of the apartment. It was Peter trying to call you yet again. You had read his texts, without replying, so that he would see the read receipts and at least know you were still alive.
i'm sorry, i didn't mean that at all. i was just frustrated. you're right, i didn't know what to say.
you are the love of my life, please come back and talk to me
i'm really sorry. i don't like fighting with you
i hope you're okay. i love you so much.
You wanted to talk to him, and resolve this, but you didn’t know what to say to him. Not over text, and not when you were sulking in your feelings out in the cold.
You hugged your arms closer to your chest, in an attempt to get warm, when the sky opened up and began to downpour on you. All you could do was sit there as the rain soaked you to your bone, not even a thin jacket to attempt to shelter you from the weather. You just closed your eyes and sighed in defeat when you thought of the walk of shame you'd have to embark on in the rain. So you sat for a little longer.
“I don’t think this is great weather for a walk in the park.” Peter’s voice nearly made you jump out of your skin. When you turned, you were surprised to see him in normal clothes, an umbrella sheltering him from the rain. Thunder sounded overhead, vibrating your already shivering body. You just shrugged, wiping at your face as if he could tell the rain from your angry tears. He came to sit next to you, settling the umbrella between the two of you. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said. You are anything but a problem in my life, I need you to know that.” His eyes screamed and begged apologies left unsaid, frantically searching yours to try and gauge if you would understand. “I know I need to balance everything more. I need to make time for you and the plans we make. Emergencies do happen, but I should be trying harder.” You murmured a thank you with a small smile, one that made Peter warm to the tips of his toes. He hated not seeing you happy, especially when it was his fault. He reached out to take your hand. “You’re freezing, come here.” You let him pull you into his side, under his jacket that was much drier than the rest of you. He pressed a long kiss to your forehead, then one to the top your head, despite your hair still dripping wet from the rain. “I really am trying to keep you safe. I’m just… scared. I can’t lose you.”
“I’m not going anywhere, Pete. I promise,” you rested your head against his shoulder. “I know that in the worst case, I can’t control that, but genuinely, I mean it. I try to be as safe as possible. But, you know, we live in New York. Even if you weren’t Spider-Man, danger is still out there. It’s just a part of life. And I don’t like thinking about that either, but it’s the truth.” You kissed his jaw and looked up at him. Tears welling in his eyes, you squeezed him tighter to you to let him know you were there. “You can’t keep everything from that part of you locked up inside forever, baby. It won’t end well.”
“I know,” he whispered, almost inaudible over the rain pattering against the pavement and umbrella over your heads. He sucked in a breath and looked down at you. His hand came up to touch your cheek, brushing some drops of rain away from your face. “I’ll be more open, I promise, it’s just...“ He choked on the words a bit before he was able to continue. “It’s hard. The last time I let someone in on that part of Spider-Man…”
“I know.” You murmured. He’d mentioned Gwen a few times, but nothing very in depth aside from a brief explanation of what had happened to her. You knew it was a tough spot for him to talk about, and you didn’t want to push him on that front. “Just… let me in, okay? Even just a little bit. I’m here for you, no matter what. You know I love you, Peter Parker."
“I love you more than anything,” he sighed, almost in relief over everything. Peter leaned his forehead against yours and closed his eyes. “I’m sorry.” Your eyes softened as he said it again. The only response you could think of was leaning in for a kiss, pouring all of your feelings into it. Even the uncertainty. But most of all, the love, and the reassurance that everything would be okay.
Hoping to have chapter 5 of TAOSAM up in a few days!
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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His close friends and family calling him Andy makes me 🥺
ANDREW GARFIELD guest-appearing on The Graham Norton Show | 18.02.2022
to whoever keeps putting Andrew Garfield in pink suits this week THANK YOU
The Amazing Spider-Man 2012, dir. Marc Webb
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.
The Adventures of Spider-Man and Moonlight
A/N: y’all have no idea how excited I am for you to read this chapter! it’s a long one and full of emotions so make sure you’ve got some water with you. Likes and feedback of any kind are greatly appreciated! Thank you for reading!
Summary: In which we see how Peter feels about Moonlight and just how far Luna will go to protect the one person in the world she cares about
Word Count: 5.6k
Warning: violence, blood, gunshot wound, slight nudity
Chapter 4: Ditto
Time passed with the same routine but Moonlight and Spider-Man grew closer…and flirted more. Luna would always initiate it but Spider-Man would always follow. Sometimes if she was feeling extra spicy that night she would pull the zipper of her suit down enough to see the insane amount of cleavage the tight leather suit gave her. Out of the corner of her eye she would sometimes catch him looking for a second. It would only make her grin wide but she never called him out, not wanting him to stop looking.
The pair were currently sitting in a very empty central park after having had a very slow night. It was nearing midnight which was usually around the time they would call it a night. They sat beside each other, Luna with her legs crossed and facing Spider-Man’s side who had his legs stretched out in front of him as he leaned back on his hands as they talked about movies, specifically Ghost.
“Look, I’m not saying that it was a bad movie!” Spider-Man argued from his place beside her. “I’m just saying I didn’t like it!”
“That’s fine. You’re entitled to your wrong opinion.” Moonlight shrugged.
“Name one good thing about it.”
“The end when he tells her he loves her and he’s always loved her and she says ditto like c’mon!”
“That’s my issue with it!”
“What?!”
“I would never say ditto when someone tells me they love me.” He scoffed.
“What would you say then?”
Peter stared at the woman beside him and sat up so that he could lean in closer. The smile fell from Moonlight’s face but her doe eyes looked at him in a way that spurred him on to do what he wanted.
“I would…I would cup her face.” His hands came up to tentatively cup Luna’s face, her mask grazing the edges of his thumbs. “And I would.” He breathed, hearing her heartbeat pickup just like his had. “And I would tell her that she’s my everything and I love you cannot compare to how I feel about her.”
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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.
The Adventures of Spider-Man and Moonlight
A/N: y’all have no idea how excited I am for you to read this chapter! it’s a long one and full of emotions so make sure you’ve got some water with you. Likes and feedback of any kind are greatly appreciated! Thank you for reading!
Summary: In which we see how Peter feels about Moonlight and just how far Luna will go to protect the one person in the world she cares about
Word Count: 5.6k
Warning: violence, blood, gunshot wound, slight nudity
Chapter 4: Ditto
Time passed with the same routine but Moonlight and Spider-Man grew closer…and flirted more. Luna would always initiate it but Spider-Man would always follow. Sometimes if she was feeling extra spicy that night she would pull the zipper of her suit down enough to see the insane amount of cleavage the tight leather suit gave her. Out of the corner of her eye she would sometimes catch him looking for a second. It would only make her grin wide but she never called him out, not wanting him to stop looking.
The pair were currently sitting in a very empty central park after having had a very slow night. It was nearing midnight which was usually around the time they would call it a night. They sat beside each other, Luna with her legs crossed and facing Spider-Man’s side who had his legs stretched out in front of him as he leaned back on his hands as they talked about movies, specifically Ghost.
“Look, I’m not saying that it was a bad movie!” Spider-Man argued from his place beside her. “I’m just saying I didn’t like it!”
“That’s fine. You’re entitled to your wrong opinion.” Moonlight shrugged.
“Name one good thing about it.”
“The end when he tells her he loves her and he’s always loved her and she says ditto like c’mon!”
“That’s my issue with it!”
“What?!”
“I would never say ditto when someone tells me they love me.” He scoffed.
“What would you say then?”
Peter stared at the woman beside him and sat up so that he could lean in closer. The smile fell from Moonlight’s face but her doe eyes looked at him in a way that spurred him on to do what he wanted.
“I would…I would cup her face.” His hands came up to tentatively cup Luna’s face, her mask grazing the edges of his thumbs. “And I would.” He breathed, hearing her heartbeat pickup just like his had. “And I would tell her that she’s my everything and I love you cannot compare to how I feel about her.”
Even though he stopped speaking, his hands never left her face. Luna leaned in, her hands finding their way to his chest, resting them flat against it as her eyes fluttered closed when their noses brushed together. Her hands slid up to his neck where the edge of his mask was. He could feel her breath against his mask and he could smell the sugary cotton candy she had had earlier in the night from a street vendor. It made his head spin and the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
His mask started to come up and Peter trusted her to know that she wouldn’t take it off and she didn’t. She let it rest on his top lip like she had seen him do before.
Hands falling down to her neck, he brushed his lips against hers. They always looked so rosy and soft and pillowy and he wanted to kiss them so badly.
The sound of sirens had them breaking apart quickly. They couldn’t be seen like that in public and they had very much forgotten where they were, Peter especially. Moonlight made him forget a lot of things.
“I should uh check on that.” Moonlight breathed as she ran a hand through her alabaster hair, her heart still beating faster than usual. “Just one cop car so it shouldn’t be anything crazy. Probably just a B and E.”
“Yeah.” Peter agreed. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Smirking, she nodded. “Of course. Night, buggy.”
Peter watched her go until she was out of sight before he turned and headed home. He replayed their almost kiss over and over again in his head. He could feel her hands on his chest and hear the way her breath hitched when he cupped her face. He wanted to kiss her so badly. But if they kissed then it would change everything. If they went beyond their partners in fighting crime status then eventually that would lead to finding out names and identities and becoming important to one another.
But Moonlight was already important to him. Over the course of the last six months she had become someone that he cared deeply for. He wasn’t madly in love with her but he did love her. She was one of his people and he only had one other person, Aunt May, and he knew that if he were in the situation that he would take a bullet for Moonlight.
He already loved her and he knew that if they took things further- if they kissed and learned names and identities then he would be in love with her. He knew that he would fall so fast and hard for her. Peter knew that he looked at her like she hung the damn stars in the sky when she was rambling at ninety miles an hour about wilted lettuce or some random ass topic. He knew that he was so physically attracted to her that he would have dreams about taking her skin tight suit off of her. He knew that it would be so easy for him to fall in love with her. It would be like breathing. They fit together so well. Their banter, their sarcastic remarks, the way they fought alongside each other like they always had been partners. He knew it would be so easy.
Peter hadn’t been with anyone since Gwen- not seriously any way. A year ago he had come back from another universe and found a way to get himself out of the grief he had been stuck in for so long. He had been stuck in Gwen’s death for years and meeting his brothers, seeing that he could be happy like them, changed him and gave him hope. Then just six months later Moonlight came along. It was like it was meant to happen.
At the beginning his reasons for trying to tell himself they couldn’t be together was safety above all. He didn’t want Luna to end up like Gwen had. But Moonlight was already her own hero and fought the bad guys everyday. Whether they got together or not she would be on the front lines still, just like he was. She was already her own target and plus, she could take care of herself. Moonlight was insanely powerful and he was in awe of that every day.
There was no reason they couldn’t be together.
As he got into bed, he couldn’t get her out of his head. Now that he was opening up to the idea of them he was wanting it more and more. He had half a mind to get out of bed and find her and kiss her. He wanted so badly to kiss her. To hold her face in his hands and feel her body pressed against his and taste the cotton candy on her tongue. Feel her soft hair beneath his hands. He had such a thing for her hair. It was so thick and voluminous and the way it moved in the wind; there was something about it that he loved.
He decided then that tomorrow when he saw her he was going to kiss her and nothing was going to stop him.
Well, other than quite literally everything possible. He found it nearly impossible to get out of work on time due to a small break through in the team he was overseeing. He couldn’t just leave in the middle of it which was right around the time he was supposed to leave for the day. Then when he finally did get out he missed his bus. Not worrying about it, he changed into his suit in an alleyway right by the lab only to be accosted as soon as he was leaving the alley by an elderly woman who had lost her cat. All the while Moonlight was probably already out on patrol and he wasn’t kissing her like he so desperately wanted to be.
After finding Mittens the cat, he made his way to the Empire State where Moonlight may or may not be. Of course, she wasn’t up there when he showed up and Peter groaned, pulling out his phone and opening up the police scanner to try and see if he could find out where Moonlight was. It took a few minutes but her name came across the scanner making him perk up.
“Possible bank robbery on Fifth and Madison. Be advised Moonlight is on scene sans Spider-Man. Looks like it might be Kingpin.”
Before the last sentence was even finished, Peter was swinging off the building and headed toward Fifth street, excited to have another chance at maybe taking down Kingpin, kicking some criminal ass, and kissing the girl.
The scene he walked onto was just starting to unfold, a shootout beginning. Moonlight was stationed behind a car and sending out blasts of energy to try and take out those shooting at her and the cops. As Peter landed behind the car a few feet away from Moonlight’s, he realized it wasn't the Kingpin but the Russian mob by the patches on the back of their jackets. They were nasty to deal with but they weren’t anything he and Moonlight couldn’t step on.
“You’re late to the party!” Moonlight called with a grin as she used her magic to remove a machine gun from some guy's hands fifteen feet away.
“Sorry, long line for ice!” Peter snarked before webbing one guy to a wall. They were being shot at by maybe ten guys, all behind parked cars
Moonlight couldn’t keep the grin off her face as they worked to take down those who were shooting at them. She was in high spirits from a great day at work, she got a wonderful tip that would go toward buying a new phone since her current one was starting to randomly make calls because it was so old and messed up. Last night when Spider-Man almost kissed her had really set the tone for the good day, though. She had decided that she was going to kiss him as soon as she had the chance. There was something between them and she wanted to find out what it was and explore it.
Everything stood still when Luna saw Spider-Man get shot.
It was at the hands of one of the mob's men who was too good of a shot and he got Spider-Man right in the chest. It made Luna gasp as she saw the bullet hit him, time feeling like it was moving in slow motion. Her eyes were wide with horror and her heart feeling like it had stopped. It made him stumble back from the force and fall behind a car.
He didn’t move after that and Luna knew that if she didn’t get to him and heal him, she might very well lose the only person in the world she cared about.
Not worrying if she got shot, she ran out from behind the car that acted as a shield and into the open, covering her head with her hands and trying to remain low as he got behind the car Spider-Man was behind.
Luna dropped down to her knees in front of him where he lay unresponsive and bleeding too fast for her liking. She desperately searched for the bullet inside his chest, anxiety pouring off her in waves and tears gathering in her eyes as she searched frantically, her heart pounding in her chest like a jackhammer. Her gloved hands were making it more difficult so she ripped them off.
When she found the bullet she cast it aside and put her blood covered hands over the bleeding bullet wound and closed her eyes, letting it flow through her and heal. She unfortunately barely got started before she heard the sound of bullets hitting the car they were behind. She needed more time that she didn’t have. Not there, anyway. She needed to get them out of there.
Not caring about the consequences, she closed her eyes and let the energy gather in her hands like a spring before she released it. She let it come out of her hands like weapons towards the shooters, sending anyone in its path flying back like a bomb had gone off. It gave her the time and clearance she needed to run at blurred speed to Spider-Man. He was all she was thinking about.
Using her magic she picked Spider-Man up and ran, damn near floating, to the one place she felt safe and was just two blocks away: her apartment. She didn’t care about anyone seeing them or Spider-Man behind in her apartment. She only cared about making sure he lived.
She didn’t even know if Spider-Man was alive anymore by the time she was bringing him in through her window to lay him down on the tile floor.
Luna ripped off her mask before bringing her hands to his chest and trying to heal him as fast as she could. There was so much blood and she was so terrified. If there was anyone who deserved to be saved it was him. Spider-Man was the physical embodiment of good. He was who she strived to be like. There was no purer heart on this earth than him. And she was falling in love with him. They would have nights on the top of the empire state building when they were waiting or on slow nights where they would talk for hours. He had come to learn her story; he knew things about her no one else on the earth did. He was so gentle when he was around her and no one had ever been gentle with her before. She was falling in love with him and if he died she might shatter.
She didn’t know his name yet. She still didn’t know who the man behind the mask was. She didn’t know his favorite childhood memory or who was his favorite person on the planet. She didn’t know if had any pet peeves, like people chewing gum loudly. She didn’t know what his favorite season was. She didn’t know if he wanted to kiss her as badly as she wanted to kiss him. She didn’t know if he had brown eyes. She didn’t know any of it and it was breaking her heart.
Tears leaked out of her tightly shut eyes as she kept letting her powers enter his body.
“Please don’t die.”
“I didn’t plan it.”
Her eyes flew open and Spider-Man was starting to wake up, shifting under her.
Before anything else could be said she was throwing her arms around him, body crashing into his. He was surprised but wrapped his arms around her, welcoming the embrace.
“I thought you were dead.” She sniffed before pulling away, letting him sit up halfway.
He stared at her and she wet her lips, looking down his chest that was most healed, nothing but pink skin left. “Are you okay? I can heal you some more.”
“You’re beautiful.” He breathed.
Peter felt like he was seeing the sun for the first time. Even though she had tears down her cheeks and red rimmed eyes, she was more beautiful than he could have imagined. He had an idea of what the rest of her face looked like but the way her nose came to a sharp point was something he didn’t know about but thought was adorable. Her thin arched brows and red tinted cheeks were new to him and he loved every part of them. There was a small deep dented scar on her left cheekbone that made him wonder.
Looking at her like she was Aphrodite herself, she may as well have been with how beautiful she was, he smiled softly because he finally knew what she looked like.
Her hands flew up to her wet face, fingers feeling that the black cat eye style mask she wore was gone before remembering she had taken it off just minutes ago.
“Well I guess I'll have to get a face transplant now.” She deadpanned in a breath, trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach that he thought she was beautiful. “Can’t have Spider-Man knowing my identity.”
He reached up to the back of his head and pulled off his mask without hesitation. He wanted her to know what he looked like. He was ready for her to know Peter Parker. No one in the world, his world anyway, knew that he was Spider-Man and hadn’t since Gwen died. He was ready for that to change.
All she could think was how beautiful he was. Those deep, warm brown eyes looking at her captivated her and she had to blink to break free of their hold and take in his fluffy brown hair that looked like a purposely disheveled mess and the way his nose was rounded perfectly. But she kept going back to his eyes. They were so warm just like him. He was like a warm spring day with the sun shining down and the breeze hitting your skin and making you feel alive; that’s what his eyes reminded her of.
God he was so handsome but in such a gentle way and everything she hadn’t expected but had dreamed off.
Luna’s hand reached up, cupping his jaw and feeling the stubble under her palm. His hand reached up to cover hers before bringing it down to put on his chest. His other hand reached up to cup her cheek as he sat up fully and closer, their noses brushing together, just like the night before. Then he kissed her.
Luna had been kissed before, she’d had a couple one night stands over the years, but she had never been kissed like that. It was with the same gentleness as he spoke to her with but the passion she had never felt from him before. They were a mismatch of lips before he gave a suck on her bottom lip before he pulled away.
“Peter Parker.” He breathed. “My name is Peter Parker.”
Luna felt like she couldn’t breathe; Peter Parker. It fit him so well.
Her lips lifted. “Luna Carter.”
Of course her name coincided with her alias and of course it was something so beautiful.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Luna asked again, looking back down to his chest to make sure he didn’t have a scratch left.
Peter couldn’t tear his eyes away from her beauty. “I’m perfect.
“I should go back and clean up the mess I left.” She realized before jumping up and finding her mask that was on the ground by the couch. “Just stay here, I'll be right back.”
Peter was on his feet, ignoring how weak he felt, and grabbing her bloodied wrist as she made her way to the window. “What mess? Just give me a second and I’ll come with you.”
Stressing her bottom lip, she exhaled shakily, looking up at him. “I may have…gone to extreme lengths to get you out of there so I could heal you. Please just stay here, Sp-Peter. You’re not showing it but I know you feel drained right now. It's normal when I heal someone with an injury as bad as yours. I’ll be okay.”
Peter felt winded by hearing his name come out of her mouth and past her kiss bruised lips. His eyes searched hers and he worried that if he went he would only be a burden. He knew he didn’t feel right and he might put her in danger by going. She was strong and knew what she was doing. He had to trust her. He did trust her.
“Okay.” He conceded. “Just…” He cradled her face in his hands and dipped his head to kiss her deeply, drawing it out as their jaws moved together, Luna’s hands finding their way to thread into his locks.
Luna was the one to break the kiss, panting hard and resting her forehead against his, Peter’s chest rising and falling just as fast as hers. “You have one hour to wrap it up or I’m coming after you.”
“Typically that’s the most effective way to make sure she’s satisfied.” Luna deadpanned and Peter let out a breathy laugh before giving her another kiss, this time quick and chaste. He watched her jump out the window and take off in a blur before closing the curtain right behind her only to lean against the wall in exhaustion but with a beaming smile on his face.
He took in her apartment and realized this was Luna he was meeting. There were parts of herself all over the place that he didn’t know a thing about. For starters, the place was covered in plants. There were some on shelves, some hanging from the ceiling, and some on the walls. The green velvet couch that was definitely thrifted was a few feet from him and a small glass coffee table in front of that with a few books and a mug that had what looked like a half drank cup of tea.
Wandering further, he made his way through the very small apartment, taking in the small things like the ivy that looked like it had been in its place so long that it had taken over the wall it was against. Her kitchen had a bar cart with various liquors and wines and an entire station on the counter dedicated to coffee. There was a coat rack by the front door, also definitely thrifted, with a long black wool coat and a couple of purses hanging off of it. Below that was a pair of black Chelsea boots and a pair of worn out converse.
In the wall space between the front door and the bedroom was a bookshelf that looked like it had seen better days. It looked like Luna herself was trying to keep it alive with nails shoved into the planks at odd angles to keep the shelves in their place.
As he looked through her books, he was surprised to see so many romance novels of all kinds. From classics like Pride and Prejudice to those very raunchy ones with shirtless men on the covers.
The bedroom door was open and he didn’t think Luna would mind very much if he just took a peek inside.
Her bed was in the center of the room with a plush viridian comforter and black pillows against the gold metal frame of the bed. More plants filled her room but he took note instantly of the record player on a side table with a shelving of records beside it.
He found artists from Coldplay to Taylor Swift to Bring Me the Horizon. There were at least two hundred different vinyl albums on the shelves.
He looked down at the record player and lifted the lid to see what was underneath but he couldn’t tell so he turned it on. Have You Ever Seen the Rain started playing mid song and he stood there, taking in the fact that what she played last on vinyl was his favorite song.
“It’ll rain a sunny day I know; shinin’ down like water.” John Fogerty sang.
He let the song play out as he looked around, smiling at the small things about her that he was learning. She had fuzzy black slippers by her vanity that was full of makeup and hair products. A hydroflask sat on it with various stickers on it. One was from a women's gym and there was one for the band Muse and another was for BLM and another that was of the Vine about the roommates.
Taped to the outer mirror of her vanity was an opened card and Peter read the message.
“Luna, your service is always such a delight and Jerry and I always look forward to coming to Vetro’s to see you! You always give such a lovely smile and are always so kind to Jerry. We hope this makes things easier on you during the holidays. Love, Yolanda and Jerry.”
Peter smiled softly before pulling his phone out to google Vetro’s. It was a restaurant in Brooklyn which horrified him at first to think that Luna was working in an entirely different borough of New York until he realized it was on the border of Brooklyn and Queens and probably took her no more than half an hour to get home with the subway.
The song ended and Peter closed up the record player before making his way out to the living room and sitting on the couch, finally starting to feel his strength come back to him.
It was two minutes before the hour mark and Peter was getting ready to put his mask on and head out, worry for his…whatever she was now, filling him.
But Luna walked in through the front door, dressed in black ripped jeans and a vintage black t-shirt with a brown wig on.
“Everything okay?” Peter asked, striding up to her, eyes scanning to find any injuries.
“No- fine.” She rolled her eyes. “Neighbor was down in the alleyway looking for something he tossed in the trash by mistake so I had to improvise.” She pulled off the brown wig, hands clean of Peter’s blood, and then took her hair out of the bun, it falling down past her shoulders and to her ribs.
“And the crime scene?”
Her eyes met his. “Well, I don’t think I’m going to face charges for the damages I caused but the police chief was very clear that I can’t do that again.”
“What did you do?”
She inhaled, pressing her lips together for a second. “That entire block we were on looks like a bomb went off. I didn’t…when you were lying there dying, Peter…I just…” Her mouth remained open like she didn’t know what to say or how to explain it.
He pulled her into his chest, arms going around her and finally feeling at ease now that he had her in his arms. “Hey, I know. You don’t have to explain it to me.” He reassured her, dropping a kiss down on the top of her head. “You never have to explain it to me, Luna.”
“How do you feel?”
“Like I could run to Brooklyn and back.”
The silence was comforting and Luna was the one to pull away but her hands found his and she took them both and her eyes met his. “We should talk.”
“Probably.”
“Yeah it would be best.”
They stared at each other for a second until Luna couldn’t stand it anymore and pushed up onto her toes to kiss him, arms going around his neck. Peter’s hands found their way to her hips to grip tightly, nearly groaning at the way it felt to have his hands on them finally. They had teased him far too many times.
Peter stumbled back, leading them to the couch and falling back onto it, Luna on top of him as they made out like two teenagers. Luna bit down on his bottom lip lightly and it wound send him into a fog for a second because of how erotic it was. If this was how it felt to be kissing her he couldn’t imagine what it would be like to do anything beyond that.
Luna pulled away with a gasp, chest heaving and eyes half open but Peter didn’t stop, only moved his lips down to her neck. The sucks he gave had her letting out soft moans, her hands weaving their way into his hair causing Peter to whine softly. The sound sent a wave of heat through her body.
“Peter.” Luna moaned, eyes falling shut and grinding down onto him where she could feel how hard he was under her. It made her head swim with pleasure and her body beg for more at the same time.
Breaking from her neck and panting, he looked to the goddess on top of him. “Say it again.”
Knowing exactly what he was asking, she bit her lip, breathing still heavy. “Make me say it.”
Cocky was a term some would associate Spider-Man with but not so much Peter but he was very cocky when his hands slid up Luna’s shirt to yank it off as he sat up with her still in his lap. His mouth kissing down her bare chest and his hands pressing into her bare back sent a wave of goosebumps across her skin and he couldn’t help the small grin that came across his face.
He couldn’t help but having spent a few nights wondering what Luna’s breasts had looked like under her form fitting suit. Would they fit in his hands or spill out? Were her nipples a soft pink or a darker brown?
He found his answer was soft pink when he gave a suck to a pebbled nipple, feeling like he was living in one of his wet dreams. He was sure he had this exact dream too; sucking on her tits with her in his lap and his hands on her back clutching her close to him. He wanted so much more and feeling her press down onto his aching cock was making him crazy.
“Peter, fuck.” Luna moaned, her hand dropping from his hair to the back of his neck while her other gripped his bicep. “Peter.”
Peter sucked and kissed hickeys all over her neck and chest, feeling like was in heaven with her moaning his name and his mouth on her breasts. Maybe he had actually died and gone to heaven when he was shot. If this was it he didn’t mind. He was more than happy to drown in the angel in his arms.
“Okay.” She cleared her throat, panting softly. “We should stop.”
Looking up at her with glistening lips, he worried he had gone too far too fast. “Did I do something wrong?” She hadn’t said anything and he feared he had missed a signal or a body language.
Her eyes softened, the corner of her lips lifting just a tad. “No. I don’t really want to stop but…I’m so tired and I’m not going to lie I was starting to fall asleep for a second because it felt so good and you’re so warm. You have no idea how much I want this. I’ve been thinking about it for so long.”
Reaching up to brush his thumb across her bottom lip, he took in her tired eyes and remembered that she had almost quite literally brought him back from the near dead and then had finished everything where the shootout had taken place. Of course she was tired.
Giving a gentle kiss to the middle of her throat, eyeing the splotches of red and purple that littered her neck and chest, he pulled away.
“You should get some sleep.”
Luna found her shirt behind her and slipped it back on before getting off of Peter, hands running through her hair. She watched Peter pick up his mask and start to put it back on but she was quick to grab his wrist to stop him.
“Are you leaving?”
“Did you want me to stay?”
“I watched you almost die tonight. I…really want you to stay.”
“Then I’ll stay.”
She eyed his bloodied suit. “I think I have something you can wear.”
Luna, ever the thrifter Peter was learning, had a shirt that was three sizes too big on her but fit well on Peter along with some sweats that were only a little tight on him. Both items were black and he wondered if she owned anything other than black clothing. He’d never seen her in any other color; even her suit was black.
“My fucking god, Peter.” Luna laughed as she stared at her chest in the mirror in the bathroom.
He smirked from the bedroom, stepping into the black sweatpants. “You said make me and I take that very seriously.”
“I look like I was attacked.” She shook her head with a smile before sliding her shirt back on and switching the light off.
Peter was sitting on the bed, waiting for her and she stopped walking, eyes lit up at seeing him there waiting for her. She looked at him and it really hit her that she knew the man behind the mask now. The man she had been daydreaming at work about and fantasizing about when she read anything by Nora Roberts. He was waiting for her and they were going to go to sleep together. It was a daydream come true.
“You okay?”
“Yeah.” She breathed.
Luna got in bed and Peter followed, unsure of how wanted to do this. If she just wanted him to sleep beside her he was okay with that. He wanted to make sure she was okay after such a long day and after such a big step was taken.
He didn’t get the chance to ask what she wanted because she was curling right into his chest, arms tucked up and hands pressing against his chest. He noticed that she liked having her hands on his chest and made a mental note to ask about it later. For now, he draped an arm across her and pulled the blanket over them.
“Peter?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m really happy right now.”
He dropped a kiss down on her forehead. “Ditto.”
Chapter 4 of Spidey-Moon will be up today! Also going to work on some requests!
andrew garfield
peter b. parker: pure of heart. dumb of ass. bi of sexual.
The Adventures of Spider-Man and Moonlight
A/N: okay so I know I said that chapter 4 would up today but chapter 4 is incredibly long but this chapter is very important to Luna’s character so I decided to do a 3.5 so that chapter 4 isn’t quite as long. I promise it will be worth it! Enjoy this short one to tide you over for 4!
Summary: In which Spider-Man learns more about Moonlight than anyone else
Word count: 1.2k
Warnings: none
Chapter 3.5: Too Cool to Be From the Moon
Moonlight stared at the masked man twenty feet away from her and wondered what his life was like. He had to have a job like she did but what did he do? He was really smart so he had to do something like engineering or maybe he was in business and was one of those people who didn’t actually work and got to take a hundred vacation days in the year. It would make sense on how he had the time to be Spider-Man because he was out way more than her. Luna could only come out as Moonlight during the night for the most part because she was at work during the day time. She of course got her days off but she tried to pick up shifts whenever she could to make rent. What did Spider-Man do that allowed him so much time to be Spider-Man?
“I can feel your stare.” He called just loud enough.
Instead of looking away, she got up and made her way over to him, plopping down bedside his crouched position. “You know I don’t know anything about you. Not what you look like, not your favorite movie, not if you think pineapple belongs on pizza-”
“It does.”
“Heathen.”
“See that right there. You just told me something about yourself.” Her eyebrow arched. “Any native New Yorker knows that pineapple belongs on pizza. You’re not from New York.”
“Incorrect.” She hummed in a sing-song tone. “I was indeed born in New York. But you’re right. I’m not actually from New York.”
“You don’t have to tell me anything about you like I don’t have to tell you anything about me.”
“What if I wanna know something about you?” She breathed.
He finally looked her way and they stared at each other for a minute, Spider-Man debating on what he wanted to do. “I will answer three indirect identity questions.”
Luna squealed. “Goodie! Okay, so first, what’s your favorite song?”
Thinking for a second, he nodded. “Have You Ever Seen the Rain by CCR.”
“I see that. That song fits you. Okay next-”
Spider-Man interrupted. “What do you mean it fits me?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. Just does. But to my next question: Tequila or Vodka?”
“What does that have to do with anything?” He mused with a chortle.
“Just answer the question, Spidey.”
“Tequila.”
“Were you born with your powers or did someone give them to you?”
The silence that filled the space between them was thick but Luna stared, waiting for his answer.
“I um wasn’t born with them. A spider bit me.”
“You’re actually joking right?”
He was confused. “Why would I be joking?”
“Because that’s just so…funny. Like you got bit by a spider and turned into a spider human. Like what the fuck ya know?”
“Fine. How did you get your powers huh? Did some mad scientist give you your powers Ms. I’m too cool to be from the moon or something?” He teased, being sarcastic.
“Yeah.”
Spider-Man froze, mouth open with the next word he had been planning on saying. “Wait, really?”
She shrugged a single shoulder, trying to play it off. “Yeah. Gregory Manheim. My foster parents sold me to him when I was seven and then he turned me into this. But I did have my healing abilities before that so I guess I was also born with them.”
He swallowed, the mental image of a young Moonlight in his head. Then the mental image of her as a young child scared and alone took over and he wanted it gone. He didn’t think Moonlight knew what scared meant because she faced everything head on and never showed any type of fear but he was so wrong. She faced everything head on without fear because whatever she was facing at the time wasn’t the scariest thing she had been through.
“That’s really terrible, Moonlight. I’m sorry.”
Moonlight stared off at the city. “Florida.”
“What?”
“I’m from Florida. I was born here but Manheim’s lab was in Florida. You know I didn’t even know I wasn’t in New York anymore until I was nine? He never let me go outside so I didn’t know I’d left the state. I was so young I thought it was a different country.” She chuckled dryly. “The energy…that didn’t come until I was fourteen. I’ll never forget the first time I was able to externalize it.” The way she stared off was as if she was back there. “He put a bite guard in my mouth and I just knew whatever it was it was gonna hurt. Then he hooked up the particle accelerator and…I felt like I was an exploding ball of fire.”
Spider-Man stared at her, heartbroken and horrified behind his mask. A particle accelerator was what gave Moonlight her powers and it made so much sense. They were made to propel particles to high speeds…and energies. That was where she got her speed from and the light beams that came out of her hands were exactly the purpose of them. In summary, she was a human particle accelerator.
“You know you’re the first person I've ever told that to?”
“That you’re from Florida? Yeah I wouldn’t go sharing that with everyone.” He chuckled before his smile fell and he became serious. “Thank you for trusting me.”
“I don’t know how you do it. You just make me- people feel safe…and other things: irritation, rage, annoyance.” she listed off before letting out a soft laugh, Spider-Man joining in. “So now you know where I come from.”
“Jesus. You were just a baby.” He shook his head.
She hummed, eyes on the city she vowed to protect. “I was. But he never realized something very crucial.”
“What?”
Moonlight looked back at him. “That he was creating the very weapon that would eventually kill him. Last year I tracked him down to Russia and I made sure he would never do to another person what he did to me. I made sure I get to sleep at night knowing he’ll never come for me and ya know what?”
“What?”
“I sleep like a baby.”
Spider-Man was a very morally inclined person but he didn’t blame Moonlight for a second. This one he could excuse and wouldn’t think or look at her differently. Who knows what all had been to her in the ten years that she had been a human lab rat. He didn’t want to think about them. It put him in a rage to just think about and there was no one he could direct that at because the person responsible was already dead.
It was obvious to him that she was making herself incredibly vulnerable to him in that moment. It then all became clear to him that the sarcasm, the jokes, the dicking around was some sort of defense mechanism or coping mechanism.
The police scanner beside them burbled to life with some key words that had their attention and the two were off to save the city from whatever villain of the week decided it was their turn. One thing for certain that they both knew was that Peter now knew more about Moonlight than anyone else and he was the closest thing she had to a best friend.
That night, all Luna had been able to think about as she laid in bed trying to fall asleep was that she was getting dangerously close to Spider-Man and it terrified her but at the same time she wanted it. She wanted a friend, she wanted someone to know her and care about her. She just didn’t know if it was what was best for him- or her.
Chapter 4 of The Adventures of Spider-Man and Moonlight should be up tomorrow!
Peter Parker is my favourite frenetic Jewish boy with anxiety and beautiful hands who is also bisexual 🕸
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.”
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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.
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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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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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