#peter parker - college

[ptergwen]

omg can you write a blurb where peter and the reader are in the stage of their relationship where they can't keep their hands of each other and keep leaving hickeys on each other and sexiling their roommates ? love your stuff <3

my place or yours?

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w/c: 793

warnings: 18+!, smut (p in v), language

a/n: hehe one of my fave tropes, when everyone's fed up because they can't get enough of each other :D hope you enjoy! and friendly reminder to join my new taglist it's dead y'all lmao

you move your hips against peter's, rubbing yourself against the growing bulge in his sweatpants. you both make noises of content, lips and tongues intertwined. peter helps you take off your shirt and works on your bra next. you smile coyly from above him as his hands find your chest.

"when's harry gonna be back?"

peter's hands massage your breasts, eyes glazed over with lust.

"uh, i don't know... or care."

he leaves a trail of kisses going down between your breasts. you giggle and push his head back playfully.

"but what if he walks in again?"

"don't worry about it, i put a sock on the doorknob... just in case."

you ruffle peter's hair, dipping your head down so your faces are just inches apart.

"you're so extra, pete. you could've just texted him."

"i know, but i really wanted to piss him off this time."

"i feel kind of bad, though. we've been sexiling him a lot lately."

peter moves his hands down to your hips, guiding you forward so your clothed center presses against him. he gives you a cheeky smile.

"so next time we'll go to your dorm and sexile betty."

you scoff at peter and capture his lips in a kiss. he bucks his hips up, into you, needing you. you need him just as bad.

you can't seem to get enough of each other recently, so much so that you'll go at it anytime and anywhere. your friends aren't too happy about it. they either get kicked out of the room or banned from entering.

you and peter finish undressing each other, fast but somehow still not fast enough. in one swift motion peter flips you over and grabs your leg, lifting it up to his shoulder. his dark eyes lock with yours. you nod repeatedly, desperately. he pushes into you with ease, a moan instantly falling from his lips.

"fuck, baby."

you hum happily. peter keeps his hips still for a moment, lets himself fill you up and feel you wrapped around him. he takes the opportunity to connect your lips once again in a slow kiss. you smile into the kiss and curl your other leg around peter's waist, encouraging him to move. he pulls out of you just enough so he can thrust back in.

peter begins to find a rhythm as his cock thrusts into you again and again. he can tell it's one you like by the way you grab at his shoulders and let out soft moans. he holds your leg in place on his shoulder so he keeps hitting the right spot, at the right angle. you can feel yourself drip between your thighs from how bad you'd wanted him and how good he's fucking you.

"pete... feels so good, baby."

neither of you are making any effort to be quiet. peter presses his forehead to yours, hips moving at the same perfect pace. you take his face in either of your hands. you close your eyes and focus on the pleasure. peter brings a hand down to rub your clit, earning a gasp from you at the sudden intensified feeling. he chuckles at your reaction.

"you like that?"

"mm, you know i do."

"wanted to hear you say it anyway."

you groan at peter's cockiness, but god does it turn you on.

"of course you did."

peter continues stroking in and out of you as his middle and ring fingers circle your clit. you crane your neck so you can kiss across peter's jaw, his chin, then back to his lips, his tussled hair tickling your forehead. you give him a look, the look with the eyes that gets him every time.

"harder."

peter brings your other leg up to his shoulders, holding them both in place, starting to pound into you. he groans out a fuck. you arch your back and reach up, hands still cupping his cheeks. you're breathless and he's panting. you want more and more, as much of him as you can take, even more than that.

"oh my god, y/n. shit, baby."

"needed you so bad, pete."

"i’m all yours."

peter takes one of your hands and kisses your palm. you squeeze your intertwined hands, eyes fluttering closed in pure bliss.

the moment is interrupted when you two hear harry call from outside.

"again, parker? really?"

he bangs on the door for emphasis. peter stifles a laugh, continuing to thrust into you, making you have to stifle a moan.

"hey, man! respect the sock!"

"yeah. you're a real class act, you two."

you wait until harry leaves to join peter in a fit of giggles. you push some damp hair out of his face, scrunching up your nose.

"okay, yeah. my place next time."

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[jasperlore]

bro doesn’t wanna get caught lacking but they’re making out heavy gay style around the corner

[angie-likes-to-art]

Like a Hero

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader Summary: "Help me I’m being hit on at a bar please be my fake boyfriend for a second" Word Count: 1779 Warnings: unwanted advances (not from Peter), alcohol mention (characters are of age), bit of angst A/N: I have ideas for a part 2 of this if anyone is interested heheh

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“C’mon babe, lemme get you a drink,” the man standing next to you at the bar insisted with slightly slurred words as he leaned in closer.

“I already told you, I have a boyfriend,” you lied through your teeth and turned away from him on your barstool. You didn’t care if he believed you or not, you just hoped he would back off. When your roommate convinced you to come to some shitty campus bar, you thought she’d actually hang out with you instead of leaving you alone at the bar. You considered leaving as you had no interest in hooking up with some dude who’d leave you high and dry and ditch you in the morning, but the other half of you wanted to make sure your roommate stayed safe. You didn’t know her too well as the two of you just got settled into the new dorm and were preparing for the upcoming semester, but you’d hope she’d do the same for you; girl code and all.

“And here you are, sitting alone,” you turned back around to see him giving you a cocky look, you know you didn’t have to prove anything to him but being neglected by your roommate, the overzealous expression he wore, and the alcohol in your system made you see red.

“And here you are, continuing to hit on someone in a relationship and not taking a hint to back off,” you exploded at him, slamming the drink you were nursing on the bartop and turning away again before whipping back, “and not that it’s any of your business, but he is here,” you regretted the words as they left your mouth, knowing you were actively digging yourself a grave.

“Oh, I’d love to meet him,” he leaned in once again, you knew he was enjoying this and was waiting to see you fumble, and you wanted so badly to wipe that smirk off his face. You quickly tried to form a plan or an excusable defense in your head, while he crossed his arms over his chest, seemingly getting off on your misfortune. You were about to give up when a tall brunette in an olive green jacket caught your eye, you recognized him from the photography class you took a while back, you remember him mostly keeping to himself, occasionally piping up during critique and actually giving really good advice. Shit, what was his name?

“Baby, there you are, I was just about to look for you,” you place a hand on his shoulder to get his attention and give him a quick pleading look to say please go with me on this.

“Sorry, the line for the bathroom was crazy, apparently some dudes started a fight in there,” he responded, giving you a quick nod of understanding while stepping closer and between you and the other guy, whose face fell in dejection.

“We should dance,” you suggested, running your hands across your “boyfriend’s” chest, trying to sell the relationship thing without pushing it too far and making him uncomfortable, “I’m being hit on by creeps over here,” you complained pointedly at the man still watching the interaction.

“Well, um,” he cleared his throat and swallowed harshly, making you back off a bit to calm his nerves but he rested his hands on your waist and kept you in place, “well, we can’t have that,” he pulled you in closer before grabbing your hands and leading you away from the bar. Your stomach erupted in butterflies and your mind went dizzy making you forget about the creep that started this and willingly followed you wherever he took you. You came back to your scenes when he stopped and turned back to you with a concerned look.

“I’m sorry about that, the dude wouldn’t drop it and I just wanted to get away from him,” you admitted, keeping your eyes trained on where your hands were still intertwined.

“No, no, it's fine, I just-” he started before being interrupted by your drunk roommate hanging off of an equally wasted guy.

“Oh, he’s cute,” you were sure that was supposed to be a whisper, “I just wanted to tell you, we're headed out,” she blew you an overdramatic kiss before making her way back to your dorm. 

“Do you-” “Um, I-” you spoke at the same time and noticed a tinge of pink on his cheeks.

“Go ahead,” he encouraged while running a hand through his perfectly messy hair.

“Do you wanna get out of here? Go somewhere quieter?” you suggested, worrying into your bottom lip.

“Yeah,” he smiled down at you, “yeah I’d like that,”

“Just not my place,” you referred to your roommate stumbling out of the building, you made a note in your head to text her later tonight to make sure she’s safe.

“That’s fair, I think there's a pizza place that stays open pretty late near here,” he checked the time on his phone, a little past midnight. You nodded as he took your hand again and led you to the door, you can tell he was visibly more relaxed once the cool night air hit his face. 

“It’s like a 10 minute walk this way, if that’s okay?” he suggested, gesturing the way toward campus. 

“Yeah, I live that way anyway,” you think about reaching for his hand again, but the sober part of your brain reminds you that you don’t actually know this guy, you don’t even remember his name, “were you there with anyone?” you start to conduct an investigation.

“Yeah, my buddy, Harry had just left before you grabbed me, he was mad that they didn’t have some top shelf liquor or something,” he laughed at the recollection, “I was heading out too.”

“Well, I’m glad I didn’t take you away from your girlfriend or anything,” you’d like to think you were being subtle, but you were definitely not sober enough to not be totally obvious with your questioning.

“Nope, no girlfriend, besides you now,” he joked, which made your cheeks heat up, “I’m Peter, by the way.” Ohhh that was his name, he definitely knew you were interrogating him now.

You told him your name too, and surprisingly he remembered your face from the photo class. He told you that he’s a photojournalism major, you shared yours as well and talked about how school was going for both of you. You learned that he was living in Queens with his aunt and commuting to Manhattan for classes, he told you that he plans on moving in with Harry eventually but doesn’t really want to live in whatever bougie penthouse Harry wants to buy. (His friend Harry is apparently super wealthy.) You told him that you were living in the dorms since you were lucky enough to get a hefty scholarship to Empire State University that promised housing so you didn’t have to rent an apartment in Manhattan.

Once you got to the pizza place, it was pretty packed with a bunch of other college students hungry from a night out, luckily they got your slices out to you pretty fast.

“I got it, for saving me,” you lightly swatted Peter’s hands away when he tried to pay for the slices. “You're my hero, like Spider-Man or something,” you joked, hoping to flatter him, but when you looked back at him, after handing the cashier your card, you were just met with wide eyes and his bright red face.

“Heh, it was nothing like that, it was no problem,” he laughed nervously, brushing you off, “I was just trying to find someone to buy me pizza.” He joked back and you couldn’t help but chuckle too, half because it was funny and half that you were glad you didn’t embarrass him too much with the hero comment. 

“Let’s sit outside, it's hot in here.” Peter leads you outside with his free hand on the small of your back. You both sat on the curb and ate your pizza, you didn’t realize how hungry you were until you took the first bite, no wonder this place was packed, greasy pizza really hits the spot after a long night. 

Once you were both done scarfing down your food, Peter grabbed your empty paper plate from you and set them to the side. You giggled when he turned back and you saw a smear of pizza sauce on the side of his mouth. 

“What?” he laughed back, “Do I have something on my face?” He wiped the wrong side of his face with his hand.

“Yeah, come here,” you scooted closer to him, and swiped your thumb across his cheek to clean the sauce up, when you look up from his mouth to his eyes, he’s looking at yours. Before he can shy away, you give him a sweet smile. “Thank you again.” 

“Anytime,” he smiled back, that smile must have had a gravitational pull because you were leaning in as soon as it spread across his face.

Suddenly he sat up at attention, and that smile dropped from his face, like he had heard something.

“You okay?” you were genuinely concerned, you thought you were picking up good signals. You had significantly sobered up from the walk and the pizza and weren't nearly as buzzed as you were an hour ago, but maybe your judgement was still a bit skewed.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m alright,” He didn’t sound all that convinced, “I just, I have to go.” He stands up abruptly, but still offers a hand to help you up. You hesitantly take it and let him pull you up.

“Are you sure?” You try to search his face for anything that says he was uncomfortable, or you crossed a boundary, anything to explain the sudden shift.

“Yeah, I am so sorry to leave like this,” Peter looks you in the eyes, and you can see he means it, “I’m really, really sorry, I just have to go,” he pulls his wallet from his pocket and hands you a twenty dollar bill, “Here, for a taxi, please get home safe.” 

Before you can respond or even nod, he runs off to the alley next to the pizza place, leaving you standing on the curb confused and alone. Only left with the bill he stuffed into your hand and the replayed, hurried apologies he was giving you, contrasting the easy laughter and connection you felt just moments before. With a sigh, you crumpled the bill and turned toward the street, away from the warm glow of the pizza place and chatter of people winding down for the night that seemed to mock how suddenly cold you felt.

[planetallure]

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ fic recs

CW: these works contain explicit content intended for those 18+. make sure to read the rules of the writers before interacting.

@peterthepark : coming back to this blog made me realize when exactly i started back reading fanfic fr. the moment that was eddie mf munson, touched something in me. reign was one of my first intros that really stuck with me. it kinda blew my mind and scared me at the same time because i was like…how do i move on…what’s better than this??? brilliance. creative genius. like what more do you want from me? reign, i miss you. <3

i rec literally anything she’s written about eddie or tasm!peter parker.

@ohcaptains : i really don’t know what to tell you man. leah. is. HER. she simply does not miss. funny story: when i first started my old blog, it was ageless so i ended up getting blocked. so i pm’d her basically begging to come back home because i knew what i had lost. i’m not ashamed.

"dealers choice" - if you happened to miss the moment that was eddie munson or you miss his character or you were never really into him, this lil universe is for you. <3

"learning in public" - carmy x fem!reader. he needs it. he wants it. he has to have it. a man on his knees. enjoy.

"don't you dare fall in love" - heads up this one was discontinued and will not be continued (so don’t go harassing her about it) but the last part has an open ending so don’t let that stop you. college student/dealer!ellie x fem!reader. it’s beautiful and perfect. enjoy.

also ALL of her frank castle, abby anderson, tasm!peter parker fics. thank youuu

@inknopewetrust : this woman is a W R I T E R. the beautiful angsty things that come from her brain need to be cherished. thank you for your service.

“hoping i’ll find [a glimpse of us]” - when i tell you this shit was so fricking good!!!!!?! another piece of LITERATURE that i couldn’t believe i got to read for free on tumblr. i am such a sucker for a angsty slow burn and this still lives in me head rent free to this day. the tension had me giggling and laughing and biting my nail and crying. i need to spin back. i need to feel something!!

“secret” : now this one was a sexy forbidden romance. eddie’s our man who isn’t our man but is and oh m gee the angst in this one got me too, though it wasn’t as much. preppy!reader x eddie munson iykyk.

@etherealising : the absolute sweetest person i’ve met on here. every interaction i have with her just makes me smile. on TOP of that she’s a beautiful writer and storyteller. vee you have my heart.

“all i ever knew only you” - the best carmy x oc fic i’ve ever had the pleasure of reading on here. i’m so emotionally attached to this series, its characters and i think it has such re-readablity . the characterization is also so well done carmy x baby 4life. it’s currently discontinued but she is currently doing a rewrite and it’s going really well! in the meantime, please don’t let that stop you from reading the original while it’s still up. you won’t regret it.

“a buried and a burning flame” - vee single-handedly has me looking a richie different now. like…wait a minute :)) the bickering and banter is so fun. tension? check. spice?? check.

“flew like a moth to you” - a continuation of the one above. babyyyy!!! yes, yes, uh huh 🙂‍↕️ these two? LOVE EM. he’s officially in my heart.

@totheblood : star is so kind and super creative. she has created some of my favorite ellie williams smau’s on here.

"the hard way" - rockstar!ellie williams x ex-gf!reader smau. you guys are brought together again to solve the mystery that is the anonymous account blackmailing the two of you. mmm, nothing like the takedown of a shady mf to bring the girls together again :)

@cherriesxinthespring : another sweetheart with a beautiful mind. ik people get the characterization/true nature of ellie so wrong, but not rosie. she gets it.

“wasteland, baby!” - the wlw true enemies to lovers slow burn i’ve been dreaming of. tap in. right now.

@elliesbelle

“nobody compares to you” : a deliciously angsty slow burn second chance romance (ex!ellie x f!reader)

all the text convos for abby and ellie.

@newasskid : this blog makes me so nostalgic. THE first fic series that i read and rebloged when i started my first ff blog, came from this writer. i honestly feel it was my first time reading fanfic that wasn’t a silly little wattpad story or imagine and i was honestly gagged. i was like, “this…this is literature.” what can i say? i love good ass characterization! and this one was no exception.

“hard knock life” - like i said i was gagged with how good it was. i read the first two chapters back in 2022 and i still remember the feeling i felt reading them. this new blog i’m making is a fresh start for me and a chance for me to get back into old fandoms. will be revisiting this one soon.

@lovelettersfromluna

"one of your girls" - biker!ellie/roommate!ellie/camgirl!ellie x f!reader ALL rolled into to this ridiculously sexy little universe!! i love these two so much :’(

"compass" - vampire!ellie !!!! my new favorite thing. the way luna writes her feeding on reader ALONE is the most erotic and intimate thing. my god this was hot.

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sending all of this beautiful writers my love and respect y’all are amazing and so important. <3

[itsybitsybatsyspider]

College Era Peter, my beloved

[lowkeyhollland]

bed chem

peter parker x reader heeeaaaavily inspired by 'The Room Incident' by lemonsandlimes on ao3 you & peter are roommates, but the absolute complete opposite of each other. or are you? chapter one -> chapter two

You put the finishing touches on your makeup, giving yourself one last look in the mirror to approve your appearance. Slipping into a mini black dress, you paired it with black knee-high boots and grabbed your oversized jean jacket. Checking the pockets to make sure you had everything, you turned off the lights in your room and headed out.

“I’m going out tonight, Peter!” you told your roommate as you walked toward the front door, passing the living room. He and his friends were having a movie night, most of them focused on the screen.

“Okay, be safe,” he said, not taking his eyes off the movie.

“I’ll share my location with you.” You opened your phone to the Find My Friends app, hitting the 'Share Until the End of Day' feature with Peter.

“Sounds good,” Peter responded, feeling bad if he didn’t say anything. You glanced back one last time before heading out, hearing one of his friends ask, “Who was that?” as you left.

You had just moved into this new apartment about three weeks ago, right before the start of a new school year. Last semester, your previous roommate decided to drop out of school and move back home, leaving you both roommate-less and homeless. One of your friends had told you about Peter and how he was looking for a roommate since his apartment was getting a bit pricey for him. After a few weeks of getting to know each other, it seemed like you both would be a great fit as roommates, even though you were quite the opposite of each other.

You had fallen in love with the nightlife of New York during your first year of college, never turning down the chance to go out and party. Meanwhile, your roommate, Peter, stayed in more often or had work. Actually, you didn’t know much about him; tonight was the first time you had seen him with his friends. You felt bad because you had already had a few sleepovers with your best friend to break in the new place.

Locking up the door behind you, you made your way out into the city that never sleeps and to your friend’s apartment to pregame. 

-

The night was still young, but you were a shot too deep. Stumbling along the sidewalk, your friends helped guide you home. It was definitely one way to kick off the new school year.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” your best friend, Kiara, asked. You nodded and hugged her in thanks as she helped you up to your floor.

The jingle of your keys echoed softly through the hallway, but you made sure to unlock the door quietly in case Peter was awake. The main lights were off, leaving the kitchen dimly lit by the glow of the cabinet underlights. On the counter, something caught your eye—a glass of water, a couple of painkillers, and a sticky note.

Hope ur not too drunk! Drink this and take some painkillers before u sleep. Trust. — Peter :P

You smiled to yourself, fiddling with the corner of the note. Taking the painkillers, you downed the water and already started to feel a little better. Back in your room, you stuck the sticky note on your wall, adding it to a collage of film pictures, posters, and other notes from friends.

After rushing through your night routine, you finally crawled into your cozy bed, turned on your heated blanket, and fell asleep in seconds.

-

Thump!

You jolted awake at the sound of something hitting the wooden floor. Heart pounding, you grabbed your phone and turned on the flashlight—only to find yourself staring at someone dressed in red spandex lying on your floor.

“...Ow,” the stranger groaned.

Frozen in place, you weren’t sure what to do. The masked figure sat up, glancing around your room, taking in the pink sheets and fairy lights.

“Um... Spider-Man?” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

“Sorry, miss. I, uh, must’ve made a—ow—mistake,” he mumbled, his voice low.

Your flashlight moved lower, revealing rips in his suit and blood gushing out of his side.

“Oh my God! Oh my God!” you panicked, stumbling out of bed and helping him prop himself against it. “Let me grab the first-aid kit!”

“No, it’s okay. Just... just give me a minute,” Spider-Man tried to reassure you, but by the time he glanced up, your door was wide open, your bed empty.

Moments later, you returned with the kit and some towels. “Okay, here we go. I’m not an expert or anything, but—wow, that’s a lot of blood. Um...” You fumbled with an alcohol swab and started cleaning his wound.

Spider-Man winced, small groans escaping as you worked. Trying not to freak out, you avoided looking directly at the blood.

“Here—just, um—” He grabbed your hand, pressing it and the towel against his side. “Apply pressure. That should stop the bleeding.”

“Got it,” you whispered, focusing intently.

“How’s your night going?” he asked, his voice lighter now despite the pain.

“It’s... alright. Drank a little more than I should’ve, but my roommate is the sweetest—he left water and Advil for me. Definitely had a night.”

“I can tell,” he chuckled, “by the smudged mascara.” Your face flushed with embarrassment as you let your hair fall forward to hide it. Spider-Man reached out, gently tucking your hair behind your ear.“Sorry—not in a bad way. You still look beautiful.”

“Oh, um, thanks,” you stammered, caught off guard. “You’re, uh, pretty cool too. I think. I mean, you probably are, but I’ve only known you for, like, an hour—so I’m gonna stop talking now.”

“You’re cute when you ramble,” he chuckled, ruffling your hair.

After bandaging him up, Spider-Man stood, steadying himself. “This has been fun,” he said, stepping toward the window. “i’m gonna go now, it was nice meeting you…”

“y/n,” you finished his sentence. he repeated your name under his breath, hearing how it sounds from his mouth. He thanked you once again for fixing him up.

“Will I see you again, Spidey?” you asked as he hesitated on the fire escape. He paused, the mask hiding his expression.

 “Anything for you, beautiful. Goodnight.” And with that, he swung into the night, disappearing into the darkness. You curled back into bed, unsure if the night’s events were real, and drifted into a dreamless sleep.

The morning sun woke you, and to your relief, you didn’t have a hangover. Slipping into your slippers and university hoodie, you headed to the kitchen.

“Morning,” Peter greeted you.

“Good morning,” you replied, grabbing iced coffee from the fridge. You mixed it with creamer and ice, savoring the start of your day. “I had the weirdest night.”

“Oh yeah?” Peter raised an eyebrow as he served you a plate of eggs.

“Yeah. I might’ve been way too drunk... or Spider-Man paid me a visit last night.” You thought you heard Peter choke on his coffee, but you were too focused on your plate to notice.

“Must’ve been a wild night,” he said.

“Yeah... for sure,” you replied, unsure how to interpret his reaction.

The rest of the morning passed in small talk—shows Peter was watching, what you and your friends did last night. But as the day went on, you couldn’t shake the thought of the masked hero.

-> chapter two

[lovelettersforthedamned]

ugh I love the way you write frat Peter <3333 am thinking of how he would react when his frat brothers flirt with his girl jus to rile him up - ❄️❄️

A Little Reminder

--genre: fluff, slight smut, MINORS DNI.

--pairing: frat!tasm!peter parker x f!reader

--word count: 1.4k

--warnings: language, kisses, slight smut, mention of hickeys, fluff!!!

love this request! i have something similar (more angsty) if you want more, "Let Me Be There, Let Me Be Yours".

You were drained, to say the least. Your last lecture wiped you out, followed by a tutoring session to bring up your plummeting English Literature grade. Peter’s the one to blame for that one. Sure, you scheduled an early morning class knowing that it would be hard to get there, but Peter keeping you hostage in bed also didn’t help. 

As you walk back to your apartment, you’re mentally cursing him knowing that you’ll realistically not do anything about it. With your headphones blocking out the world around you, your only goal was to get home and to Peter. Your bed calls out for you. 

Switching songs, an arm is suddenly wrapped around your shoulders, making you jump out of your skin. Pulling off one side of your headphones, you look towards the person whose arm is around you, finding one of Peter’s frat brothers grinning widely at you. You barely have time to deal with whatever is going on, but still decide to play along not to seem rude, “Bryce, what the fuck is going on?”

“Oh nothing,” he replied nonchalantly, his arm still on your shoulders, “ just walking you home, that’s all.” His tone still holds one of a joke, but now that you’re approaching your apartment he still doesn’t give up.

You can’t help but laugh and scoff, you wonder how long he’ll keep this up. Ducking out of his hold, you stand in front of him, “I didn’t ask you to do that, but thank you so much for your generosity, Bryce. Your heart must be so so big!” You bring a hand up to his shoulder and pat it a few times, “I’ll make sure to tell Pete about this. Just to let him know how caring you are.”

“You do that, (Y/N)! I cannot wait to hear back from him,” his smile is wide still, but sarcasm drips off of his tongue. 

You start to walk up the stairs to your building, waving Bryce goodbye as you giggle to yourself. He’s going to get an earful the next time he sees Peter. 

****

“Hi, Pete! I’m home,” you call out as you close and lock the door behind you. It doesn’t take long before you hear heavy footsteps approach you from the bedroom, Peter’s disheveled state greeting you. He’s shirtless, his boxers the only thing on his body, but you’re not complaining. Peter’s even wearing his glasses, which is a rarity recently. You’ve noticed he only wears them around you. 

As he approaches you, he takes your school bag and your headphones, placing them on the couch before he envelopes you in a bone-crushing hug. You breathe in his scent, the natural musk combined with his body wash makes you melt. Your ear is placed directly on his heart, the rhythmic beat acting as a lullaby. You look up at him again, craving to see him in his glasses again to see that he’s already looking at you. You stand on your toes to reach his lips, catching him off guard in a kiss that he quickly gets accustomed to. His lips are slightly chapped. 

Pulling away he sighs, giving your lips one more quick peck, “How was class, bug?” Brushing a piece of hair that fell into your eyes away, he holds the side of your face. 

“It was long and boring,” you close your eyes, the mere thought of it reeling in another wave of exhaustion, “but guess who I ran into on the way home?” You pull away from his hold to walk over to the kitchen, Peter following loosely behind you. There are a few beats of silence as he goes through the list of who it could be, but he soon gives up with a sigh. “Bryce fucking Quinn,” you reveal.

He leans against the cabinet as you reach into the fridge for a bottle of water, his eyes widening, “I haven’t seen him in a while. How is he?” 

“He’s good,” you open the cap and take a sip, before dropping the bomb on him, “he’s very nice.”

This sparks Peter’s interest, his head cocking to the side as his brows furrowed in confusion, “Oh really?” Your impression of him shocks him. He knows Bryce Quinn to be a jokester, he’s never taken anything seriously, and if he did, it was always because it was part of a running bit that he carried. 

You smirk as you take another sip, trying not to reveal how amused you are, “Yeah, he even walked me home! He even threw his arm over me to make sure I got here safe.” You leave Peter to go into the bathroom, the sudden urge to pee coming over you.

Peter’s once relaxed demeanor was now one of rigid shock, he once again followed you. “What do you mean ‘threw his arm over you’?” You’re sitting on the toilet when Peter opens the door and stands directly in front of you, looking for answers. 

“You need me to answer that right now?”

“Well,” he doesn’t see anything wrong with asking right now, “when else am I gonna ask you?” He’s dead serious too. 

Reaching for the toilet paper, you gather a few pieces, “Maybe when I’m not actively on the toilet?” 

He finally comes to his senses as he turns around, facing the wall, and leaving you to do your business. “It’s not like I haven’t seen every part of you before,” he adds, before turning back around when he hears the toilet flush and the sink run as you wash your hands. 

Washing your hands, you look into the mirror only to see Peter behind you, giving you a scare. “If you’re really worried about this babe, you know you shouldn’t,” you dry your hands off on the towel next to the sink. Turning around to face your worried and slightly angry boyfriend, you reach up to hold his face, his head slightly flinching away from your cold hands, you giggle, “Shit, sorry!” 

Pulling down his face, you kiss his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands find their home on your waist. The kiss slowly gets needier, causing Peter’s hands to lower down to under your thighs, hoisting you onto the counter, his arms caging you in as he places both of his hands on either side of your head. Your fingers are weaving themselves in his hair, slightly tugging on it, causing a soft moan to escape his lips. You pull away, his lips chasing yours as you back away. “Peter,” you whine. 

He’s not listening, his only objective was connecting your lips again. He’s panting as he responds, his voice breathy, “Yeah, baby?” You can’t help but smirk at his current state. It seems like he forgot all about your previous conversation. 

As you tilt your head back and forth to look into his eyes, he follows. His lips are desperate for your touch, and it shows. You grab his chin, forcing him to look into your eyes, “Don’t be too hard on Bryce when you see him next.” 

Peter groans as he tilts his head back away from your touch, a breathy chuckle leaving him, “Why are we still talking about Bryce when I’m so close to taking you back to bed?” 

You blush at his response, “I’m just saying…I don’t need to be the damsel in distress when it comes to you, Petey.” Peter brings his hands down to scoop under your thighs once again, pulling you up to his chest, making you wrap both your arms and legs around him to not fall, a big smile on your face.

“Oh, bug,” he starts to walk to your bedroom, “you’re never the damsel in distress. But sometimes they need a little reminder that you aren’t theirs to play with, are you?” You shake your head in response, the heat in your cheeks starting to pool lower on your body. “And sometimes they forget that,” he places you gently on the bed. 

Peter can’t help but admire you as you lay in front of him. Pulling off his glasses and tossing them to the side, he kneels on the bed to kiss you again, leaving a few marks on your neck to serve as a physical reminder to those around you. Bryce is so fucked. 

--author's note: I LOVE FRAT!PETER AND I'M SO HAPPY YOU LOVE HIM TOO ❄️ ANON!!!!!! this got a little spicy at the end and i'm so sorry i have no idea what happened LMAOO. don't forget to like, comment, and reblog. my 300 follower celebration is happening now, so don't forget to send things in!! rules are pinned to my blog!!! ok, ily bye <333

[angelyuji]

Hi Izzi! I really like the stepcest thing

Maybe you can write about slightly dark step... brother(? Peter Parker? Him always looking at the reader and getting too close to her, reader's dad not realizing something's wrong cause he's still in the "honeymoon phase" part of the relationship with May

Peter being love-struck always wanting to smell your hair/touch you in some way/spend time with you

RAHHWHHAHHAHDHHRHWJ UR COOKING WITH GASS

step bro!peter x gn!reader

tw // implied noncon (under the cut), stepcest, manipulation, gaslighting, semi-public sex (also under the cut), shitty actual father so... yeah

18+!!!!!

you knew of peter, but you guys never really crossed paths before in high school. your dad had been dating some mystery woman, but told you that he wasn’t ready for her to meet you. and before long, you leave for college and come back in the summer to find out your dad’s mystery gf is now his fiancé who is peter parker’s aunt/guardian??? you’re completely blindsided when you get home and find out that, not only did may and peter MOVE IN, but you’re sharing a room with peter 😭😭 (since you're gone for most of the year and peter commutes from home, they thought it would be better for you both to share) (they also just wanted to convert the spare bedroom into an office for may.... so you see where your father's priorities lie)

your dad is sooo in love that when you complain about it, he tells you “please, kiddo, your old man is so happy. can you try to make it work?” and gives a sad old man look to make you fold.

step-bro peter def steals your clothes while you’re taking a shower, so you’re forced to come into the room in a towel or ask for his help. he def just steals ur clothes too. he’s the type to be super touchy when you’re near him, smelling you, holding your hand, and “accidentally” grazing your chest or ass. don’t bother telling ur dad tho cuz he’ll just say that peter’s making the effort to be family and you’re being rude.

i have a couple thoughts/scenerios….

one) its movie night and ur sitting at the end of the couch and peter sits next to you. the two of u are sharing a blanket. (may and dad next to him) you’re starting to fall asleep, eyes fluttering closed, when you feel a hand on your thigh. you look down to see peter’s hand on ur thigh, but when you look at him, he’s staring straight ahead at the movie. you try to move ur thigh, but he pinches your skin, stopping your movement. “what the hell do you think you’re doing.” you whisper.

peter puts a finger to his lips, before whispering back, “i’m just making sure you feel good.” he sees you look at your dad, “you don’t want them to see, do you?” peter moves your leg on to his lap, spreading your legs. you try to close your legs and call your dad when you see him, with may’s head on his shoulder. you close your mouth. he’d just get mad at you for ruining movie night.

two) this whole thing with peter touching you, invading your privacy, stealing your things, etc has been going on for a long time. with how happy may and ur dad have been, you kept quiet. you didn’t want your dad to be upset and you can deal with peter until you graduate. the only time you get a break is when you left for the fall semester, but its right back to business as usual when you’re back for break.

may and ur dad decide to get married summer of your sophomore year. so thanks to wedding stuff, you had gotten a break from peter…. until the day of the wedding. everything goes smoothly, of course, and you make ur speeches with tears in your eyes. thanking may for making your father so happy. peter comes up to the mic, thanking your father for making may happy “and for giving me (y/n), the best sibling i could ever ask for.” he smiles at you, raising his glass to you as everyone applauds peter. you force a smile back.

when everyones dancing and drinking, peter drags you away to a quiet room in the banquet hall. “(y/n), i’ve been waiting a long time for this.” he has you cornered against the wall and before you could look for a way out, he’s kissing you, trapping you between his body and the wall.

“peter, i-i need to go out there. our parents are going to look for us.” you try to move, but peter moves you back to where you were. he pulls you into him and kisses along your shoulder.

“they’re drunk and happy, (y/n). don’t ruin it for them.” peter bites into your shoulder. “now, baby, turn around and bend over.”

RUAHHHAHGAGAHHRHHRHRHRIWANTHIMSOOOBADDDD

icky step bro peter plsss come into my room at night and feel me up becuz ur a depraved virgin PLEASEEEPLEASE

[taleofharrison]

I am lost at the MCU timeline right now but I'm guessing that Peter is between 19-21 by the point of the post credit scene of Thunderbolts and I think it was confirmed that he will be in college during his next movie and I think that makes him the youngest in PB&JJ.

Taking into account comics and other adaptations I'm guessing Joseph's Johnny will be in his early to mid 20's, maybe his Johnny is around 24 or something because the team will already be established in the film.

Bob and Joaquin are between their late 20's and early 30's. Here I'm taking Danny and Lewis ages into account.

Now I've imagined them organizing a movie night or something and Peter is like "sorry guys I can't I have homework" or "I totally would but is a school night and I have a big test tomorrow" and they are like wdym homework, find a better excuse and Peter is like "you guys know I just started college right?"

And this is how they realize that Peter is the youngest of them because for some reason it had never come up, their personalities matched so well it's like the age difference is not there.

Continuation (kinda)

[mustasekittens]

college days with RGB🌨️ | close ups under the cut!

peter is enamored by the beauty of the world while harry and mj are enamored by the beauty of theirs..

that fuck ass scarf is may's scarf she gave to peter and who is he to refuse? he also definitely had that same blue puffer from high school well into college and didn't get a new one until harry forced him to take one from him. harry sorry baby ur stuck with that beanie till u graduate. MJ finally doubled down and figured out how to do her hair properly too

[imagine-docx]

library hideaway.

Summary: You find an old, quiet corner of the library to hide from Flash to study in peace. Turns out, that’s Peter's spot. [college!au]

Warnings: none that I can remember.

A/N: new work? again? who am i? - amanda 💛

There is no such thing as being popular on this university campus. The only way to be considered ‘well-known’ was to be in the student union. And that was how you became ‘popular’. 

You were the president of the university’s student union. You advocated for academic support, mental and personal support, social belonging, and so forth. 

You had to build yourself for that role. You were an introvert at heart. You would rather shy away from the spotlight and hangout by yourself. But you always believed in advocating for other people’s rights and would put aside your introverted-ness to help those who needed it.

Your social battery was on the brink of dying, you were surrounded by so many people and you just wanted to go home and study for your bioethics midterm. You were walking with them and were focused on your phone, Flash wrapped his arm around your shoulder, “You coming with us for burgers?”

You shrugged his arm off, “No, I’ll pass.”

“Oh come on,” he whined.

“Flash, I’m good. I’m not hungry.” You said.

“Wherever you go I’ll come.” He responded.

“I’m gonna go to the library and study,” you said.

“You’re the president of the student union, why should you even study? You can dispute it.” You shot him a glare.

“It’s true,” he shrugged.

The more Flash spoke, the more you felt the urge of bashing your head into a steel door on campus. “I’m just gonna go to the washroom, I’ll meet you there.” You said, excusing yourself.

You walked into the washroom and held onto the counter and put your head down. You just wanted to be left alone and to study but Flash just wanted to annoy your soul.

You walked out and walked into the library, you noticed him at the tables in the far left corner and decided to snake around the bookstacks to avoid him. You were walking through the stacks before you found the perfect corner. You could tell it was less frequented because dust caked the pulp western books.

You dropped your bag and sat on the floor. Your eyes were starting to burn so you switched out of your contacts into your glasses. You took out the printed sheet of the midterm guide and your iPad and started reading through the lecture notes you took throughout the semester. 

You were so immersed into the lecture on Selective Memory in Aging Populations, until the faint sound of ABBA broke your train of thought. You looked up, “Oh sorry, I didn’t know someone was here,” he shyly said.

“Oh no, I’m sorry, is this your study spot? I’ll move!” You said, grabbing your stuff.

“No you don’t have to move!” He said putting his arms out stopping you.

“It’s okay! This is your spot,” you said, “Wait, aren’t you in my bioethics class? You sit at the front,” you tried searching through your memory for his name, “Peter!”

“You know who I am? You’re the student union president and you know who I am?” He asked, a little shocked.

“Who doesn’t you’re like one of the smartest kids,” you said, “Take your spot, I can go get a table.”

“Wait, are you studying for the midterm, ‘cause if you’re studying for it, maybe we can study together, but you don’t have to if you want,” he babbled.

“I was studying for that midterm,” you smiled, “We can study together.”

You and Peter took a seat back on the floor, he took out his laptop and you two were slowly going through the lectures together.

He took his time explaining the things you were unsure of, which you were eternally grateful for because it saved you from going to office hours. 

You two went through all the lectures that were going to be on the midterm and were even quizzing each other.

The lights flickered in the library which signaled that the library is going to close in 15 minutes. You two stopped talking about school and started finding things you had in common while packing up your stuff. “I always thought I was ancient listening to ABBA,” you joked.

“I love my 70s and 80s music,” he said, zipping up his backpack. 

“You’re a man of taste,” you said, joking.

You and him were walking out of the library, “Are you going to the office?” He asked.

“I went in this morning,” you adjusted your bag strap, “I think I’m gonna go home.”

“Oh,” Peter said.

“Wait, are you hungry? Apparently there’s a hidden gem ramen restaurant near campus, if you would like, we can try it?” you asked.

“You want to go with me?” he asked, a little stunned.

“Yeah, why not?”

“You could choose anyone in the student union or any of your friends-” He started.

“You helped me study for my midterm, I owe you one,” you smiled at him.

“Sure,” he said coyly. 

˖  ݁𖥔.☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖

You learned a lot about Peter over ramen, he was really into STEM subjects and would rather be told to do chemical compounds than write an essay, he loves sci-fi and fantasy. On the other hand he learned that you were also into sci-fi and fantasy.

Peter was walking you home and you two were continuing the conversation you had earlier and learning more about each other. “How did you get into the student union?” He asked.

“Honestly I have no idea,” you shrugged, “I was in and somehow I got elected to be president.”

“Do you like it?” He asked, adjusting the backpack on his shoulder.

“Keeps me busy,” you joked.

The two of you stopped in front of your building, “Are you sure I’m not putting you out of your way?” 

“I owe you because you paid for ramen,” he said.

“But you taught me stuff I didn’t understand,” you countered.

“I’ll see you soon Peter?” You asked.

“Yeah!” He smiled at you.

˖  ݁𖥔.☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖

Since then, you and Peter always met in the pulp western stacks once a week and studied together. But you two also exchanged contact information so you guys were exchanging memes almost everyday. 

Today, you two finished doing your worksheets for bioethics early and were sitting and exchanging snacks and conversation.

“How did you find this?” You asked.

“I was actually into pulp western for a second and found no one came here, and now I just study here,” he popped a gummy bear into his mouth, “How did you find it?”

“I’m very passionate about pulp westerns,” you joked.

“You constantly surprise me,” he joked.

˖  ݁𖥔.☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖

You were walking to your afternoon bioethics lecture when you felt an arm wrapped around your shoulder. Unconsciously you rolled your eyes knowing it was Flash, “Where are you going today?”

“The same class that I have had for an entire semester,” you bluntly stated, shrugging his arm off you again. 

“Skip class, you’re already passing,” He said, “Let’s go do something.”

“Flash, I am not doing that,” you stated flatly.

Flash was in the middle of persuading you to try and leave class and wrapped his arm around you. That was until your eyes landed on Peter standing outside of the lecture hall. 

You immediately pushed Flash off of you and made a beeline to Peter. “Hi Peter!” You exclaimed enthusiastically. 

˖  ݁𖥔.☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖

You were leaving the student union office and were walking to the library to meet Peter for your usual meet up. You noticed Peter walking in front of you and was on the phone, and were going to call out but some words caught your attention.

“I don’t know what to do,” Peter said, “I really do like her, and I love these hangouts but Flash is always draping his arms around her and is hanging out with her. I feel like I don’t have a chance.”

You connected the dots, Peter was interested in you.

You felt so much relief hearing those words. You slowly started harbouring feelings for him. He was always so gentle with you, and you guys had so much in common, it was hard not to catch feelings.

But the absolute bane of your existence was somehow still screwing this up for you. Flash was like a speck of glitter you could not get rid of.

You took a little bit of a detour to find Flash before going to meet with Peter.

˖  ݁𖥔.☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖

You rushed into the library, your conversation with Flash took a little longer than you anticipated. You did text Peter that you would be a little bit later than you thought, lying and blaming it on a meeting. You picked up his favourite gummy bears as an apology gift from the student centre. 

You made your way to the pulp western section and saw Peter scribbling in his STEM notebook. “I brought gummy bears as a peace offering.”

“I was wondering when you would arrive,” he said, putting down the notebook.

“Got lost on my way,” you joked, sitting down and handing him the gummy bears.

He cleared his throat and looked at you, more seriously this time. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” you said.

Peter glanced down at the gummy bears, then back up at you. His voice was a little shaky. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Why do you hang out with me?” he asked, eyes meeting yours. “You’re... you. You’ve got everything going on, and people are constantly pulling you in a million directions. But somehow, you still make time for this, for me.”

Your heart gave a small, nervous lurch. But instead of pulling away from it, you let yourself smile.

“It does,” you said softly. “It means a lot.”

Peter looked surprised but still unsure. “So… you feel the same?”

You nodded, your smile deepening. “I wouldn’t be hiding in a dusty corner of the library with anyone else, Peter. I like you. I’ve liked you for a while. I just… didn’t know if you felt the same.” 

Peter let out a breath that sounded like relief and laughed quietly. “Flash was around you so often, I was so convinced I didn’t have a chance because of him.”

“I literally duck behind shelves to avoid him,” you joked, “How do you think I ended up here?”

He grinned, and for a moment, the air between you shifted.

“Okay,” he said. “So what now?”

You looked down at the gummy bears between you. “Now we study. And maybe after that we go back to that ramen shop. Not gonna lie, I’ve been thinking about that miso ramen for weeks now.”

He smiled. “It’s a date.”

[ptergwen]

just like heaven

series playlist series taglist navigation

status: coming soon!

pairing: college!peter parker x reader

warnings: 18+ content, smut, light angst, & more below

peter parker is the president of one of MIT's biggest fraternities. harry osborn is his frat brother. he's also your... situationship. after the events of one particular night, you decide you've finally had enough, and peter is there to comfort you. the two of you quickly fall for each other and start dating. everything is perfect — until peter's ex girlfriend comes to visit.

featuring: mj watson, ned leeds, miles morales, julia carpenter, flash thompson, brad davis, gwen stacy, and kate bishop

all pairings: peter parker x reader, harry osborn x reader, peter parker x mj watson

extended warnings: adult language, drinking, cheating, jealousy, complex relationships between most characters; please read individual chapter warnings as well!

ch. one: goodnight and go

you have a fight with harry at his frat's party. peter finds you outside and offers to keep you company. the two of you become friends, or maybe something more.

ch. two

warm

ch. three

wildflower

ch. four

party 4 u

ch. five

sharpest tool

ch. six

fade into you

notes

i’m hoping to update at least weekly; chapter one is finished and i’m currently working on chapter two :)

this is peter x reader centric! other pairings are briefly explored

loosely inspired by a bunch of songs (peep the titles) so i made a series playlist for vibes or whatever

peter isn't spider-man, no superhero stuff

all characters are college age for plot purposes

fair amount of sex and the city references but you don't have to know the show to understand them

dividers are by @cafekitsune!

tags (from my main taglist)

@spidermans-gf @sacharinee @thollandsgirl2013 @pettypeety @girlinlovewithlove @marvelgurl @superlegend216 @angelinabelovedballerina @moniffazictress11 @superlegend216 @doubledizzy22 @mystic-writings @just-lost-inbetween-worlds @lnmp89 @starlight-starks @hollandsangel @ellebutnotwoods @tayyx @valluvsu @ronweasleysslut @winchestersgirl222  @fishingirl12 @raajali3 @niktwazny303 @thismessymasterpiece @alina02 @itsjanedeluca @idkeverythingistakennn @prancerrparkerr @urfayevorite @getwellsoontana @deanswifeyy @marvelita86 @uhhhj13iguess

[shadyfestivalperfection]

The Roommate Rulebook~1

Summery: When a campus housing glitch sticks you with Peter Parker as your roommate, things start rocky—he’s always disappearing, hogs the shower, and leaves weird bruises and tech parts around. But as late-night ramen turns into real conversations and comfort, you slowly start to fall for him… only to discover he’s hiding a much bigger secret than you imagined.

Characters: College!Peter Parker (T.H.) x College!F!Reader

Note: All characters except Peter Parker, Ned, MJ and Dr. Ock are mine!

||Master List||

Chapter 1: The Glich

You were sweating.

Not from the heat—not entirely. More from the combination of lugging two duffel bags, a suitcase, and a mini fan across campus while trying to pretend you totally weren’t dying inside. Your parents had kissed you goodbye ten minutes ago with matching expressions of pride and quiet panic. Your mom had cried. Twice. You had waved them off with a forced smile and a whispered “I got this.”

You did not, in fact, got this.

Still, you’d made it to your dorm building, climbed the narrow staircase to the third floor, and found your room—room 308—exactly where the welcome email said it would be.

What you didn’t expect was that it would already be half-occupied.

The door was slightly ajar. There was music playing faintly inside—some soft instrumental playlist with no lyrics. Your heart stuttered as you stepped forward and knocked.

“Hey, sorry,” you called out. “Is this room 308?”

The music lowered. A voice answered—muffled, then clearer as the door swung open.

“Yeah—wait—uh…” The guy blinked at you from the doorway, confusion written all over his face. “Are you… Y/N L/N?”

You blinked. “Yeah. And you are… definitely not my roommate.”

He let out a startled laugh. “Okay, weird. I was just about to say the same thing.”

You glanced over his shoulder into the room.

One side had already been claimed—sheets on the bed, a cluttered desk filled with tangled wires, small gadgets, and notebooks scribbled with handwriting too small to read. A backpack was slumped beside the bed, unzipped and overflowing with chargers. The other side? Completely untouched.

“I think there’s been a mistake,” you said slowly.

“Uh-huh. Pretty sure.” He scratched the back of his neck. “I’m Peter. Peter Parker.”

He offered you a hand, looking somewhere between sheepish and awkwardly charming. You shook it out of politeness, your brow furrowed.

“There’s no way they’d assign me a guy as a roommate,” you muttered. “I requested Mia Carson weeks ago. Got the confirmation and everything.”

Peter nodded. “Yeah, no, I was supposed to be with a guy named Raj. We texted over the summer. Unless you’re Raj?”

You shot him a flat look.

“Didn’t think so,” he mumbled, then stepped back. “Wanna come in? We can call the RA. Figure out what went wrong.”

You hesitated, then dragged your suitcase inside and dropped your duffel with a sigh. “This is ridiculous.”

Peter had already grabbed his phone and started typing. You took a seat on the edge of your assigned bed, surveying the disaster you’d walked into.

“I don’t mean to offend you,” you said after a beat, “but this feels like a disaster waiting to happen.”

Peter glanced up. “Why would I be offended? I feel the same way. I haven’t even told my Aunt May yet—she’ll probably sue someone.”

You snorted.

Five minutes and one very unhelpful phone call later, your shoulders slumped as you ended the call with the Housing Office.

Peter watched your expression carefully. “Bad news?”

“Apparently,” you said flatly, “there was a software glitch over the summer. They reassigned a bunch of people. Mia’s now living in Oak Hall across campus. They’re at full capacity, and it’s ‘too late to correct assignments at this time.’”

Peter winced. “Yikes.”

“I could try to get a transfer, but they said the waitlist is insane.” You looked at him. “Do you… wanna try and swap?”

He shrugged. “I mean, I could, but my old roommate already moved into someone else’s room. And I kinda need to stay close to the science building for my work-study.”

You exhaled, rubbing your temples. “Fantastic.”

“I swear,” Peter said quickly, “I’m not a total slob. I don’t party, I don’t bring random people over. I mostly just keep to myself.”

You raised a brow. “What do you actually do?”

He blinked. “Like, generally?”

“No,” you said dryly, “specifically. Why does your desk look like Tony Stark’s garage threw up on it?”

Peter laughed. “Okay, that’s fair. I… tinker. With tech. Robotics, circuitry. I’m in the engineering program.”

You glanced at the blinking device on his desk. “Does that thing… make toast or explode?”

“Both,” he said cheerfully. “Depending on the setting.”

You let out a reluctant laugh despite yourself.

Peter gave a shy grin. “Look, if it helps, we can come up with some rules? Like… roommate boundaries. Make it easier.”

You paused. “Rules?”

“Yeah. Like…” He grabbed a marker from his desk and tossed it toward the whiteboard hanging by the door. “Rule one: No panicking.”

You raised an eyebrow. “That’s for you, isn’t it?”

“Mostly, yeah.”

You stood, walked over to the board, and uncapped the marker.

“Fine,” you said, writing quickly. “Rule two: No shirtless lounging.”

Peter looked scandalized. “I wasn’t planning on shirtless lounging.”

“Good,” you said, underlining it. “Let’s keep it that way.”

He tried not to look smug as he added, “Rule three: Don’t touch the gadgets.”

“Rule four,” you shot back, “don’t wake me up before 8 a.m. unless there’s a fire. Or a spider. No—wait, even if it’s a spider, let it kill me.”

Peter snorted. “Duly noted.”

The room fell into a companionable silence as you both stared at the slowly growing rulebook on the wall. Something about it felt strangely comforting.

You finally turned and looked at him. “Alright, Peter Parker. Guess we’re stuck with each other.”

His smile softened. “Looks that way.”

You climbed onto your bed, sinking into the mattress, feeling the exhaustion of the day finally crash over you.

Peter, now back at his desk, muttered something under his breath as he fiddled with his tech again. Something sparked with a quiet zap.

You rolled your eyes. “Rule five: If you blow us up, I’m haunting you.”

He didn’t even look up. “Deal.”

You didn’t know it yet, but move-in day was the beginning of everything. Of chaos and late-night arguments and shared secrets and a love story written in mismatched bedsheets and midnight snacks.

And as far as college disasters went, this one… might actually be kind of perfect.

-to be continued

[spiderooos]

kiss me until the sun comes up ﾒ peter parker

. . . the moon knows all my secrets anyways.

syn. peter parker finds someone to be a part of a night he didn’t want. but he does now, he really does now.

includes. peter parker x fem!reader, slightly suggestive content, reader smokes (be careful w your consumption irl bud), fluff, slight angst, peter goes to columbia here.

wc. 2k

notes. I’m cross posting this from my ao3 account here because I plan on writing on tumblr as well (not like I’ve written anywhere in a while lol).

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The noises were too loud, the bass was too harsh and the bodies too close. It was warm, so fucking warm and Peter was itching to pull off the knit sweater May had made for him, even though it was actually damn cold due to the approaching end of the year. He stumbled through the throngs of people, struggling to fight the feeling of being wrapped underwater, sounds and mind muffled and lost— loud and jarring. Apologies pained to escape his screeching lungs, asking and begging for a breath of air, unperturbed. Forcing through the crowds of his classmates, he struggled to reach the end of the room, the clear sliding glass to the backyard open and he all but sprinted in his need to get out. A force behind him pushed him and he nearly lost his balance as he stumbled onto the faintly lit backyard.

"You know, when people usually come out here during a party, they tend to want to be alone."

The voice startled him enough to notice a girl, the bottom of her black skirt riding up her thighs and boots strewn on the grass as she dipped her toes inside the pool.

"Six minutes." He had no idea how he choked that out but she looked up, hair messy and undone like it'd been pulled back for a while. A cigarette dangled from her lips as she spoke, the red closed around them drawing him to it as he watched them move.

"What?"

Peter was walking towards her. She pulled her legs out of the water, scooting back to tuck herself into the gap between the reclining chairs. "It's something . . . I used to tell Uncle B— someone I knew that everytime he smoked, that's six minutes less I'd spend with him."

She laughed —whether to act like he hadn’t choked up at the thought of his uncle (whom he hadn’t even spoken about in ages and thought he’d gotten past) or because of the absurdity of his sudden statement and appearance— and the hand squeezing at his lungs loosened ever the slightest. "Well. . . we're all dying. At least I get to control it."

Peter sat down in front of her, legs spread on either side of hers, holding a hand out. She looked amused.

"I did say I want to be alone."

"How about we be alone together then?"

She shook her head, chuckling as she passed him the cigarette. “Was waiting to hear that one,” he heard her murmur as Peter tried his hand at imitating her movements. She'd looked so graceful and had a fluid dexterity in her heady intoxication as she gazed at him, eyes on him deep and piercing. She was a contrast he couldn’t understand, but it drained the water and was cleaning out his lungs that were greedily sucking in pleasant air, trying to fill it with the purity the shaded place offered; but the bitter taste filling his lungs made him choke as he exhaled, the white fog puffing out painfully in his harsh hiccups and bleary coughs.

She was leaned over, patting his back as he calmed down. Peter kept his gaze on her eyes when he realised she was wearing a deep red lace under her silk shirt. "You've never done this, huh?"

"That obvious?" he asked, wiping at his teary eyes and adverting his gaze, not watching as she readjusted her position. The liquid was expunging from his lungs, and his mind grateful for the encompassing scent of sweet vanilla and deep and warm spice. Cool limbs pressed up against warm ones. She shrugged, handing him a bottle. Peter grabbed it by the neck and turned it towards him to look at it, the name catching his eye. "That's expensive for a student."

She smiled, a dim one, like they were best friends sharing a secret. She leaned in closer, her breath hitting his face. It smelled like the sweet wine and cigarette smoke, and some sort of berry. Peter leaned in closer to her in their constrictions, their bodies nearly melding into one. Jeans clad legs nearly forming a cage around a knees-tucked-under-her-chin beauty as she looked up at him. "That's why it isn't mine. I stole it from the parents’ don’t touch my expensive alcohol cabinet."

Peter laughed. Air had begun to slowly flow through his lungs and the alcohol he’d had earlier had stopped blocking his body. He brought the tip to his lips and took a large swig of the contents inside, the sweetness of it much better than the smoke that blew in his face. "You're staring."

“And you are drowning in alcohol. That's your poison, is it not?" she nodded at the bottle. Peter took another long draw of sweet alcohol. It tasted better than the beer that had been thrusted into his hand in a solo cup he'd promptly dropped upon seeing her— someone like her. That person wasn't his girl, not anymore she wasn’t. It couldn't have been. She wasn't here. Columbia wasn’t her scene, MIT was. Peter shrugged.

"It might be."

She hummed, looking around the place. "So, why're you here if you clearly don't want to be?"

"Isn't this how you make friends?"

She looked scoffed knowingly, sounding indifferent and yet amused. "Then you've come to the wrong place. The only friend you're getting is a night and regrets the morning after."

Peter smiled softly, musing over her words. She'd shuffled closer to the warmth he provided. Legs caging in an unknown aphrodisiac dream in their midst. The air was soothing the burning ache in his chest, the feeling cooling down through the sweet chill of the sweet wine.

"What about you?"

She shrugged, blowing out the smoke into his face when she turned to look at him from the pool, before turning back. Peter studied her, brows knitted.

"Why do you do that?" he took a hit of the cigarette she held up to his lips, and parted his lips to return the gesture when she closed in, head resting on his knee as she looked up through her lashes. Cool against warm. Familiarity against unknown.

"I guess it's what every artist goes through at some point, addiction and madness that gives into genius. I'm practically a crazy person they'll tell their friends or dates was an alcoholic and an addict and how she could've taken care of herself better while they stand in front of a a garishly done painting that I made that they somehow adore and venerate at Le Louvre or Le Musée d’Orsay."

Peter smiled at the way she pronounced the french names, the words sounding so at home and one with the thick yet comforting accent of her voice, offering the bottle she stole her way, more than half of its contents creating a warm and fuzzy feeling in his stomach. Fingers trailing the inside of her arm, brushing against the silk of her blouse. She grabbed the bottle, placing it on her lips and drinking languidly, the crimson stain of her lips colouring the rim of the bottle red. He'd usually be wary because of the germs, but there must've been something wrong yet right like everything else in that evening as he took a large sip, the red transferring onto his lips.

Peter looked up, noticing the feeling of her smoky breath mingling with his. He opened his mouth, the girl exhaling into his and luckily, he managed to succeed in keeping his hiccuping breaths to himself, the feeling less pungent than before as he blew the smoke in her face. She smiled, one twinging a deep feeling in his body he couldn't understand as he leaned closer.

"What about those regrets?"

"What about them?"

Peter took the stub from her hands, taking a slow inhale of the fatal components rolled up between his thumb and pointer finger and she let him. She was watching him with intrigued eyes, ones that held opalescent thoughts flowing through dainty burgundy painted hands as her fingers danced on his skin. Peter could feel the trace of them long after they left their heavy yet feathery weight on his body.

"You don't seem to have any."

"I don't feel the need to."

She was giving him an indescribable glance, but Peter preened under the idea of it. The idea that regrets weren't something to have. Something an enigma of his head might have made up, someone he wasn't sure as real, inebriated and alcohol addled as they traded a cigarette back and forth. Knees touching bare skin, and he could feel the warmth through his jeans. Skin touching skin, and he was tracing a steady path up the expanse of her, hand coming to rest under her jaw, thumb pressing onto her lower lip like a question, and she leaned into it, pushing forward in desirous countenance.

Unlike every other person he'd seen at the party, this had been soft. She was warm and gentle and supple and all soft edges under his palms, unlike the dark and sharp bites of her definitive gazes and answers. No clashing teeth, groping at each other against a wall. . . it was all soft and sensual and he couldn't get enough of her lips. He sprung alive under her touch as she brought her hands over his slim and harshly cut edges, over the bruises on his knuckles as she held a hand there, the other curling around the collar of his shirt as she pushed herself onto his lap, Peter following through with wanton ardour.

The quiet bass of the party had begun to get louder and she pulled away, the smudged lipstick drawing dark and hooded eyes to it. Peter turned around, seeing someone from his class, he couldn't exactly remember who it was as they noticed the pair, quietly backing up and shutting the door behind them.

She laughed, her voice lilting with the heady kiss as she sucked the air around them greedily into her lungs, a contrast from her claims of death being an inevitable pair at the end of hand dealt out to them. The sound was airy and light unlike the tension brewing as she moved back, just enough to gaze at his hooded and primal desire, her hips still pressing down into his. Peter missed her warmth at once, almost considering pulling her flush against him once again, but she seemed to revel in the cooling breeze of the approaching winter, an incandescent glow following her every move as the moon seemed to admonish her with her attention, showering her with the sweetest love Peter had ever seen been given to someone he didn't even know. And he wanted that, even if it was just for until when the fiery embers of the sun brought out a new dawn.

"Regrets?"

He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, pulling her closer by the waist as he caressed her cheek. She was running a hand over the splatter of blues, yellows and purples scattered across the carvings of his knuckles. She couldn't look at him —all Adonis and godly— while she was close enough to feel him. She could feel him. She was looking up at the moon as she hummed unintelligibly, the messed up hair and smudged lipstick that had dragged down the column of her exposed throat when he’d moved his thumb making her look like she was a mixture between earthly and heavenly in that moment.

"I have all night for them." Her voice was a whisper as she turned to him, eyes low and holding promises of a lifetime in a night. Sobriety had walked out a long time ago on either of them and Peter didn't mind if he could experience it. He wanted to experience it. He wanted to experience her. "What about you, sweetheart?"

He flushed, swallowing down the rationale screaming at him about his early day following him and smiled, closing the distance again, hands coming to thread through her hair as she pulled him closer by the collar of his sweater, the cool metal digging into the scarred skin of his back that was exposed as they shuffled to find exactly that point to euphoric pleasure contrasting pleasantly with his heated skin as he pressed her into his lithe body, hands running wild to trace every nook and cranny like she was doing.

There was still time for the sun.

spiderooos © 2025.

[starlordcumidk]

surprise visitor

TASM!Peter Parker x friend!reader

(reader has a crush on peter, peter doesn’t know)

summary: on a nightly walk you get surprised by the friendly neighborhood spider-man who offers to walk home with you. but you recognize his voice.

cw: not proofread, reference to song (Tek It Cafune), reader is friendly with a handful of spider-man characters, mischaracterization, swearing

wc: 1.5k

It was cool out, a perfect opportunity to get some fresh air and you took it. Headphones on your head, running shoes laced, comfy sweater and gym shorts on lock. You checked to make sure you had your keys and walked out the door, music playing as you snuck off into the night.

It was weird, walking around Manhattan with minimal foot traffic, but it was in between the hours of ‘going out’ and ‘stumbling home’ on a Friday night, so it was just you and some passerby’s. Quiet, easy, safe. Perfect. Just what you needed to get your mind off of finals for a brief period.

After twenty minutes, one of your all time favorite songs is playing and you can’t help but step in time to the music, quickening your pace as you smile a little, mouthing the words. Then another comes on and you can’t help but to skip a bit, losing yourself to the sound, feeling for a moment that you were completely free, even if there were teenagers on the opposite side of the street judging you heavily for your whimsy.

Well, that is until you see a bit of webbing hit the fire escape a few feet ahead of you, stopping you dead in your tracks as you look around for trouble. When there’s no smugglers, trenchcoat creeps or monsters in your line of sight you furrow your brows and turn around to keep going, but are stopped by an upside down Spider-Man.

You jump, heart pounding as watch as his jaw moves under his mask before you yank your headphones off and catch the end of his sentence.

“-ing tonight?” His voice is deeper than you anticipated.

“You scared the shit out of me, dude.” You say a bit breathlessly, moving your hand to your chest. “Repeat yourself, couldn’t hear you.”

“Ah- uhm… sorry- sorry.” He laughs softly and lowers himself to his feet, turning midair like it was nothing. “Are you having fun dance-walking tonight?”

“Uh- yea.” You say softly, suddenly a little embarrassed. Teenagers can go to fuck themselves but Spider-Man? Him stumbling upon your whismy walk makes you feel a bit too seen. ”Shouldn’t you be like… punching Green Goblin or something?”

The hero shakes his head slightly and shrugs, looking up and down the street. “Have you seen him anywhere? I’m really tired of that guy ghosting me.”

You let out a soft laugh and roll your eyes, nervously crossing your arms over your chest as you look at the masked man. “What about minor criminals? Any of those?”

He looks up and down the road again, somehow showing a lot of emotion even beneath the big white eyes.

“Note taken….” You say before looking up and down the road, only a few people off in the distance walking the opposite direction. The silence fell over the two of you other than the soft hum of ‘Tek it’ by Cafuné and the sounds of New York.

You were just standing there, eyes locked on Spider-Man, quite literally saying nothing for a long, long time. After you had enough of the silence you just nodded and went to put the headphones on.

But he jumped and held a hand out, stepping closer. “Wait! Wait-“ he paused, causing you to put the headphone back to their spot on your neck. “Let me walk with you?” A part of his voice was… familiar now. As if he was deepening it and speaking slower than normal before. It reminded you of someone but you weren’t sure who.

“Why?” Your voice is laced with the curiosity rattling in your brain, your brows furrowed and nose slightly scrunched.

“What if a creep tries to rob you, can’t have that.” His voice is back to the slow, deep version, and now you can’t unhear the undertone of… someone you know.

“I thought you just implied that the streets were safe right now?” You add, turning slightly and starting to walk back in the direction of your apartment.

“Well, maybe I’m just bored and saw a very… fantastical dance-walk while sitting on a gargoyle.”

“I prefer the term whimsy walk, but I’ll take fantastical.”

“Whimsy walk?” He says with a laugh, the hint of his real voice slipping again and your mind starts to try and place it all on its own.

The height could be anyone, the build? That really rules out everyone you know. Most of your guy friends — Ned, Peter, Harry —- didn’t have this lean of a build. At least you don’t think Peter does, you’ve never seen him outside of his baggy sweaters or hoodie-flannel combo. Even when it was hot out, he keeps himself cozy, saying he has low iron.

“Do I know you?” You ask as you keep walking, turning your headphones off as you look him over, your mind still searching for the connection it desperately wanted to make.

“What?” He stutters out, deepening his voice a bit, knocking down to an unrealistic key. “I’d remember someone as whimsical and pretty as you.”

“Oh ew, don’t flirt. And don’t lower your voice like that, it’ll mess with your vocal folds.” You say, your nose scrunching again.

“You mean cords?”

“Nuh-uh, folds.”

He just laughs a little more, shaking his head as he continues to walk in step with you, looking at you for a moment before he softly speaks up. “I think maybe we have bio-lab on Tuesdays together.”

You immediately start to scan all 40 other students in your lab and try to find the ones that match his height and build. Only three are there, so you narrow your eyes at him. “So you’re either the frat bro with the curly hair, petri dish licker or…. Guy with the gauges.”

Except, he doesn’t sound or act like any of them. You can’t imagine petri-dish guy would be smart enough to fight the evil doers of New York, but then again, double lives are separate for a reason, maybe petri-dish was secretly charming and witty.

“Petri-dish licker?” He sounds horrified. You made Spider-Man physically tense up as he walked next to you. “God, I can’t believe you’d think I was Reid.”

“Hmm, but you know his name, so you know him. And your ears don’t look like they have gauges, so you’re curly.” You claim it proudly, even if you were extremely wrong.

“Nope. Not curly, good guess though.” He laughs and there’s that brightness, the one your brain can’t place without seeing his face and it’s bugging you so badly.

“What? But only curly, petri and gauges are tall enough for me to look up at and this… built.” You huff and close your eyes, walking blindly for a moment as you try to place him. “Are you petri? I mean- Reid?”

“No, stop suggesting I like to lick petri dishes.”

“Well, I can’t figure out who you are and I can quite literally see an indent of your ears, and you don’t have any piercings. So… if you’re none of them, I’m lost. You’re lying.” You keep your eyes closed, walking ahead and trusting yourself to find him in your mind somewhere.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself if you walk blindly, you know?” His voice lifts a bit and there’s a hand hovering over your lower back, ready to catch you if you trip or fall. “Open your eyes.” He says your name and it makes your skin crawl, you know him. You know you know him, more than you know any rando from bio-lab.

He’s a friend, or a friend of a friend. Maybe he is MJ’s new boyfriend. The one you met at her birthday party last weekend and comes around your group study sessions every time it’s supposed to be no distractions.

“Cam?” You ask softly, stumbling a little over a grate and feeling his hand grip the back of your sweater, keeping you upright.

“No.” He sounds clipped, like he was a bit offended by the suggestion.

“I swear, I know you… your voice.”

Spider-Man just shakes his head and peels up his mask just to the ball of his nose, taking in a deep breath, holding in a laugh. And the sound of his breath makes you look at him again, peeking with one eye, and you know that mouth, that small beauty mark on his chin. You look at them every day.

It all starts to click in your mind, the late night texts, the last minute canceling, the shit excuses. Your friend group chalked it up to him being busy with his part time job at the Bugle and his twenty credit hours and tutoring. But maybe he wasn’t actually working or tutoring. Maybe he was a fucking skyscraper crawling, bad guy pinching little shit.

“Peter?” You stop in your tracks and watch as Spider-Man trips slightly over the side walk, looking back at you as he starts to pull the mask back over his lips. Everything in you was on fire. This may be the angriest you’ve ever been, for some reason you can’t stop yourself from reaching out and grabbing at his mask. “What the fuck-“

Peter quickly grabs your hand, pulling it away from his mask and stumbled backwards, looking around and huffing. “Jesus, stop- don’t- I’m not….” His voice is low and he keeps your hand in his. “I don’t know any Peter’s.”

“Yea. Because you’re Pet-“ Before you could finish the words he’s gone, his hand dropping yours and swinging off somewhere in the distance. No goodbye, no explanation. Just… gone.

[lovelettersforthedamned]

PETER TAKING CARE OF DRUNK!READER PLS

You’re Drunk, And He’s In Love

--genre + trope: FLUFF, sfw.

--pairing: frat!tasm!peter parker x college!gn!reader

--word count: 0.9k

--warnings: mentions of alcohol, consumption of alcohol, reader throws up (womp womp), the smallest angst ever (still wondering if angst is even in this...), FLUFF, peter loves reader so much!!!

A loud thump shocks Peter out of his relaxed state, the sound coming from downstairs. Knowing that no one is home, he makes his way out of his room. Ascending the stairs, he’s silent, waiting to see if he can hear the noise again. Hearing nothing, he twists the lock and pulls the fraternity’s front door open. 

A quick glance outside proves that there is nothing, but then he looks down. There you are, lying across the doorstep, a drunken smile written all across your face. Looking up through your eyelashes your eyes light up at the sight of your boyfriend, “Hi, Petey!”

He squats down to grasp under your arms. Pulling you up, he wonders where all this sudden dead weight came from. Once you’re standing (more like leaning), he finally greets you, “Hey, bug. What are you doing here?”

“I was at this party over there,” you point behind you, “and then…I realized that I’d be having way more fun with you, so…I walked over, and now I’m here!”

Throughout your rambling he closed the door behind you, starting to make his way up the stairs with you by his side. Following your last sentence, he stops dead in his tracks, “Wait, how far did you walk?”

“Uhh, I-I’m not sure…but, I made it,” your memory is spotty. If you were sober, you could’ve heard how Peter’s question was more serious than you realized. Oblivious, it passes over your head.  

He decides to let it go, choosing to focus on your current state, “C’mon let’s go to bed, bug.” Wobbly nodding your head, you follow Peter’s lead up the stairs and to his room. 

Falling back onto the familiar sheets of his bed, you mentally declare that this is heaven on earth. You bask in the feeling, even in your hazy state, you know for a fact that you want to stay here forever if you could. Your bliss is interrupted by a very cold cloth on your face. Apparently, your confusion is quite apparent in your features, as a breathy chuckle escapes Peter’s lips. 

“If I didn’t do this you would be so pissed at me in the morning. You don’t need to be angry and have a hangover,” Peter is quickly pleading his case as you open your eyes to see him bunch up a, now dirty, makeup wipe in his hands. Tossing it in the trash, he stands and makes his way to his dresser, rummaging through an extensive collection of shirts. When he finally finds one, he tosses it on the bed next to you, walking back to you shortly after to stand between your legs that have been hanging off the bed. 

He extends his hands towards you, even going so far as to wiggle his fingers, hoping that his actions will convince you to sit up, “Do you want to stay in your clothes, or do you want to actually get comfortable?”

You groan as you lift your arms up to grab his hands. As soon as you make contact with his touch, he wastes no time in pulling you up to meet his chest. Still holding your hands, he kneels down to start undoing your shoes. Now that you’re sitting up, the spins hit you, and they hit you hard. 

Peter has been looking down, working at your shoes when he feels a hand slap down on his shoulder. He looks up immediately, his face plagued with concern, “You alright, baby?” Your other hand rises to hold your mouth as you shake your head, and that is all Peter needs to rush you to his bathroom. 

The sight is far from pretty, but Peter doesn’t care. He’s holding your hair up with one hand as his other is making slow circles on your back, letting you spill tonight's contents into the toilet bowl. 

You haven’t been there for a long time. The feeling of nausea passes after a good five minutes. Originally Peter was just going to get you changed and bring you to bed, but now he knows that you need a hot shower to wash off the feeling of being sick from your mind and your body. 

He reaches over to flush the toilet before carefully lowering the toilet seat cover and pulling you off your knees to sit on the ceramic, brushing the tears that escaped your eyes off your warm cheeks, “Let’s get you in the shower, my love.”

Everything Peter does, he does it with care. Especially when it came to you. 

While in the shower with you, he knows that in the morning you’ll be extremely apologetic and embarrassed. But what he also knows is that he’d do that one hundred times again just to know that you’re safe. He can’t imagine what it would’ve been like if you hadn’t come to him tonight. It honestly scares the shit out of him at the thought of you being this vulnerable at a party, alone. 

He knows that you can handle yourself, there’s no doubt about it. He can see you brushing off your feelings just for the sake of not ruining the party. 

He almost prides himself in the thought of you feeling this comfortable around him, because there isn’t a thing he wouldn’t do for you. So when you wake up and ask him to grab an Advil for your killer headache, he’ll do it in a heartbeat. 

--author's note: honestly, i love a good drunk!reader or drunk!peter fic. there's nothing like caring for someone despite their drunkenness. i keep writing everyone to be slightly sassy...LMAO. WHOOPSIE!!! thank you for liking, commenting, and reblogging!!! my asks/inbox is opennnn, so send in requests if you feel like it babes. ok, bye ily<33