#frat!peter smut

[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. 

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“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

[webslingingslasher]

Could you write frat! Peter being obsessed with how hot reader is? Like always horny 24/7

frat peter is gonna get a lot of love in my wip, don't worry 💝

Peter’s got a big mouth and he loves to use it. 

Especially when it comes to declaring his love. 

“So pretty, did you know that?” 

It was the third time today he’s found himself placing biting kisses down your neck. 

“You might have told me once or-” you take in a shaky breath as Peter nibbles at your collarbone, “twice.” 

“What a shame. It should be the only words you ever hear.” 

“You do it close enough.” 

He smirks into your skin, it leaves a trail of goosebumps. 

You’d never have thought that the slightly out of place, quiet cute guy in the frat would be so greedy for your skin. You caught his eye and he needed to know everything about you at that moment. 

“You’re so needy, parker.” 

He pulled back and pinched at your bare hip, you tried to slide away but he pulled you closer. 

“It’s peter to you.” 

You sigh happily, “alright, peter, you’re so needy.” You emphasize his name, he responds by clicking his tongue. 

“Actually, I think it’s babe, or my personal favorite, god.” 

You snort, “god?” 

“Oh god! Oh god, oh my god! Babe, you feel so good, you make me sooo wet-” he gets cut off by you cupping a hand over his mouth, “if you want to keep hearing it you better shut up.” 

“I can’t help it, you just make so..” he trails off, his eyes working you over. He’s had you all to himself the entire day, and it’s still not enough. 

You make him feel so full of love and admiration the only way he can try to tell you is with his actions. 

Peter can’t hold it in, he hovers over you and starts kissing down your neck. 

“You look so gorgeous.” 

Your hand grips his curls. 

“And taste so so good,” 

“Flattery will get you-” 

“Shh… let me show you how good you make me feel.” 

[reidslovely]

taking frat!peter’s favorite hoodie and wearing to your morning lecture and he tears apart his room and the rest of the house trying to look for it (maybe even accuses some of his brothers lmao) and then you come to see him later that day and he’s just like ohh *heart eyes*

while his brothers are just like 🧍🥲 “why isn’t she getting shit for this?”

and he’s just like “she’s my girl” then tells you don’t have to ask but to let him know whenever you take a sweater so he knows it’s gone and he didn’t lose

PLUS he’s loves it cause he can smell your perfume linger on his clothes 🥰

stop because i've thought of similar ideas for pete/bashful and have been dying to talk about it.

you didn't even plan on taking the hoodie. you'd had your clothes for lecture laid out that night, but you did not anticipate on it raining at all!! like where did that even come from?? so you get your shorts or and your t-shirt but you need something with a hood. the dark blue hoodie is hung nicely on the back of pete's computer chair and you throw it on in a rush not thinking he'd care. besides it smells like him!!

yet peter misses his one lecture of the day tearing his room apart looking for this hoodie. he's torn his room apart I mean clothes from the closet strung onto the bed and floor, his dresser drawers thrown open and the clothes hanging out of it. its gone. he's convinced himself that he left it on the campus bus and it's gone forever. then he remembers.

"where is it nate?"

nate tilted his head like a dog. shrugging

"my blue nike hoodie. where is it? you've got the red one just like it you're always trying to take my blue one."

"it was one time and it got mixed up with mine. I don't know Harry did laundry last night ask him.

Harry was a bust and so was Miles. After Miles he interrogated every other dude in the house no one had seen the hoodie.

"hey boys!" your voice carried through the doors of the house. "has anyone seen pet..Pete!" you smiled so big at him, arms out wide. then he saw it. the blue hoodie snug around you, slightly damp from the rain.

"I borrowed your hoodie this morning I hope that was okay. it was so cold and rainy."

"it is totally fine. just ask okay, next time baby? it's my lucky hoodie."

your face drops and you go to take it off. "I'm sorry you can have it back."

"no no keep it on for a little bit longer." he says walking towards you, hands rubbing your shoulders. "get it to smell like you then give it back okay?" he smiles wrapping you in a hug kissing you. both of you giggling into the kiss.

harry, miles, and nate all stand on the staircase. "he literally threatened to kill me 20 minutes ago over this." harry says. "why is It okay for her huh?"

"cause she's my girl. look at how cute she looks in it! you don't look cute in my clothes Harry." Peter teases walking up the steps behind you, smiling at his friends.

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「 ✦ peter parker ✦ 」

╰┈➤ 18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all peter parker stories i’ve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, please let me know!) some will have summaries if provided <3

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🕷️ @waitimcomingtoo

🕸️ you wear those shoes and I will wear that dress

☕️ you and Peter are just friends but he accidentally kisses you goodbye.

🕸️ stolen moments

☕️ your secret relationship is exposed when Peter returns from a mission bruised and bloody and you comfort him in front of everyone

🕸️ the great war

☕️ Peters double life causes serious strain on your relationship.

🕸️ burnt face and second base

☕️ peter can’t seem to stop accidentally hurting his crush.

🕸️ my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand

☕️ when peter learns you have healing powers, he starts faking injuries to come see you until he gets seriously hurt.

🕸️ bringing sexy back

☕️ peter tries and fails to seduce you

🕸️ dos oruguitas

☕️ after the events of NWH, Peter becomes a regular at your coffee shop and convinces himself that you’re starting to remember him.

🕸️ just to learn that you never cared

☕️ always leaving class together to go fight crime leads people to think you’re dating when in reality you’re barely even friends. That is, until you agree to fake a relationship to keep your secret life a secret

🕸️ smell ya later

☕️ you get a new body cream that allegedly attracts spiders, and someone else

🕸️ the script

☕️you and Peter break up once you find out his secret and he falls apart

🕷️ @webslingingslasher

🕸️ U.N.I pt2

☕️ frat!peter

🕸️ frat!peter blurbs

🕸️ frat!peter

🕸️ unknown sender

🕸️ campus

☕️ Peter has never had a one night stand, but when he meets you at a party that changes, until he has to pretend he never wants to see you again.

🕸️ cherry lube

🕷️ please call me peter by @shawnxstyles

🕸️ you haven’t been able to come with anyone besides yourself, making you think something’s wrong with you. once you go to the gynecologist, dr. parker shows you that you’re just fine.

🕷️ the last time by @delicate-dorothea

🕸️ Peter's on the verge of losing you after disappointing you yet again.

🕷️ medic in lace by @madlittlecriminal

🕸️ peters hurt but doesn’t care once he see what you’re wearing.

🕷️ fangirling over spiderman by @parkerpeter24

🕸️ reader fangirls over spiderman to peter not knowing it’s him.

🕷️ possession by @silkscream

🕸️ peter parker is not himself when he falls into your universe. it must be a curse that he finds himself tethered to you. the darkness inside him has never wanted anything more.

🕷️ need to know by @motherofdogs1010

🕸️ When she was ready to get back out on the dating scene after dumping a certain Winter Soldier, Y/N was a woman ready to get back out there. She just never expected to find herself in a relationship with a certain nerdy spider.

🕷️ naked by @reesewillow-delrey

🕸️ In which Reader walks in on a naked Peter, Reader laughs, Peter becomes insecure. Reader decides to show herself naked back in the worst moment possible.

🕷️ swing by by @sunshinesteviee

🕸️ peter is a fellow teacher, and is also your best friend at work. he helps you bring spider-man in to meet your class, but something about it seems a bit suspicious.

🕷️ picture perfect by @mattymattymerduck

🕸️ You’re hired to kiss Spider-man for the Daily Bugle’s next Spidey-centric article.

🕷️ potential customer pt2 by @int-writersmind

🕸️ you work at a record store, bored out of your mind, until peter parker walks in and catches you eye.

🕷️ lost the game pt2 pt3 by @nexusnyx

🕸️ The explanation your mind settled for was that whoever lived under that mask, also lived somewhere close by. It explained the first time you found him limping and bleeding on an alley, and it explains how you evolved into his personal caretaker for the wounds and afflictions of Spider-Man's after battle consequences.

The only thing it doesn't explain, however, is why through the thick and convoluted webs of your strange situationship, a certain tension has built between you two. Palpable. Physical. As electric as some of his tales, and as dangerous as he is.

The tension between you and Spidey grows, and it grows, and it grows. One day, it snaps.

🕷️ physics and english teacher love affair by @certifiedlovergirlsstuff

🕸️ those two teachers that students are always interested in their relationship status.

🕷️ celebrity crush by @cantstoptheimagines

🕸️ You have a crush on Spider-Man, unaware that he’s the one you spend all your time with.

🕷️ indefinitely you by @spider-stark

🕸️ In every universe, Peter Parker seems destined to fall in love with you. And, in every universe, he realizes it too late. When universes collide and two of them are granted a second chance at rectifying their biggest mistake, neither of them are willing to let the opportunity go to waste–even if you end up not being the person they thought you were.

🕷️ sunset lovers by @duskholland

🕸️ you’ve never met your soulmate, but you know his handwriting like the back of your hand—literally. every word your soulmate writes on his skin appears on yours, and vice versa. you’re desperate to meet him, but until the universe decides to introduce you, you’re stuck with scribbled smiley faces and chemistry formulae.

🕷️like the stars we're destined to die out and i'm destined to lose you by @msgorillagripcoochie

🕸️ you had finally gotten the happy ending you so desperately wanted but when gwen is gonna die, you know you have to save her even if you die

🕷️ lead the way by @foreverrogers

🕸️ you find out your best friend has never had sex. who else would be better to show him just how good it can be?

🕷️ if i could die in your arms by @selfcarecap

🕸️ When another Peter Parker shows up in your world, you give him a chance to have one last moment with the love of his life, someone who looked exactly like you, but also someone who died in his arms.

🕷️ masterlist by @spidey-webz

🕷️ request by @luveline

「 ✦ harry osborn ✦ 」

🕷️ request by @arkhamsrevenge

🕸️ cuddling harry

🕷️ make you better by @stickymolasses

🕸️ You're Harry's nurse and you can't help him feel better physically anymore, so you resort to playing therapist.

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last update april 25, 2024

[soraphic]

i haven't proofread this one yall be kind:(

the night air was stickily humid,the kind of weather that warranted open windows and skimpy night dresses. the kind that lured a certain spider back into your home,breaking many personal vows to just leave you alone. you had kept the room empty,dark,only dimly lit by the reflective light of the moon casting shadows through the lace curtains you'd left open - an invitation to his presence. it was a way of making him comfortable,even with the colourful chrome shielding his identity,the darkness just made him feel that bit more safe.

your thin sheets had been thrown to the side,only barely tickling your ankles as you watched him. your dark hair strewn over your shoulder,lipstick smudged and the spaghetti straps of your teasingly thin,black nightdress falling over your shoulders.

he breathed deeply,lips parting against the mesh of his suit as you ghosted yours over his. you were used to the retroreflective eyes of his suit,you almost felt as if you could see through them now. like you could see into him,past his physical appearance underneath the mask.

you ran a finger teasingly under the edge of the mask,bunching it around your fingers as you lifted it slightly. his breathing was steady,fingers gripping at your plush hips as you straddled him,giving you unadulterated control over him. you left it to rest just over his nose,revealing his almost paper-thin lips to you,pouted and swollen. you ran a thumb over the dip of his cupids bow,unusually defined. you rubbed gently at the almost lack of stubble decorating his top lip,biting back a smile at how new york city's spider-man was a boyish youth who could barely grow facial hair. your fingers were curled around his jaw,the deep red of your nails mixing with the ghostly pale of his skin,a perfect match to his costume. "what do you look like?" it was almost a whisper,your eyes trained on the big,white of his suit as if you could make contact with him that way.

he breathed deeply,"you know i can't,it wouldn't be--"

"no," you cut him off,leaning to press a wet kiss to the piece of fabric just above his cheekbone,"i don't want you to show me. just tell me."

he was dumbfounded for a moment,wetting his lips as he stared at you. what difference would a description make? after-all,you still wouldn't actually know.

"tell me,spider." you cooed,running your lips along his cheek,"what is it? big,brown eyes?" you moved to press a kiss to the tip of his nose,"a piercing blue?",another kiss to his eyebrow,"green?" you made contact with his eyes,pulling back slightly as if to ask him to answer you.

"brown,the first one."

you hummed at this,continuing to trail your lips toward his ear,wrapping them around the shell over his mask. "my favourite."

your declaration had him almost hopeful. "what about your hair?"

"it's also brown," he started,moving his head to try and chase your lips again,growing bored of you suckling at his clothed ear. "i guess you could say curly."

you pressed a chaste kiss to his lips,just to satiate him for the moment. "just my type,bug."

he let a breathy chuckle pass,one that had your ears pricking and your eyes flicking up to his face,not that you could really see his expression,anyway.

"you got any freaky birthmarks?"

"no." he sounded almost offended at the question.

"scars?"

"not any that you haven't already seen."

you hooked a leg around his waist,teasingly slow as you curled inwards,pulling him toward you. you leaned back on your elbows,making a complete show of the movement and showcasing your accentuated cleavage to him,the straps of your thin nightgown dangerously low.

"easy." he warns,conscious of the blaring city that needed to be patrolled just outside your window.

"what? afraid you might overstay your welcome?" the smirk you wore was sickly,it rattled peter so much he felt like his bones were overheating,pushing any kind of feelings beyond pure,animalistic attraction down before he even had chance to indulge.

"'thought i was always welcome,baby." he said it like a statement,leaning down to slot his body above yours. his right palm was flat beside your head,the dip in the bed causing your body to lay slightly lop-sided,your hip popping just enough to brush perfectly into the palm of his left hand,giving the flesh a soft squeeze.

you dodged his kisses,leaving him to press wet dots to your jawline as he whined beneath you. "don't you have a neighbourhood to be saving?"

"-not when i have a beautiful lady right here who needs my help." he was quick,running a clothed finger through your slick to emphasise his point.

[quicksilversg1rl]

MY PRONOUNS ARE USA

RAHHH 🦅🦅🦅🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸

[nouearth]

tom take it out it's hurtingggggggg

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Kinktober '23 | DAY 2: The Bet and the Costume Contest

Prompt: RolePlay

Summary: You enter into a bet with your couples costume contest partner.

Warnings: SMUT!! Roleplay, costumes, PinV, upskirt, frat!Peter

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: Day 2, here we go!!! I did watch Buffy as a kid but have yet to watch properly as an adult despite it being on my list of things to do but hopefully still reads okay. Also I just rushed the second half of this so apologies if the tense is messed up.

It was just your luck. Of course you would have been paired with him. It was Brianna’s fault really. She was the one who had come up with this whole idea of partnering with your Theta Beta Pi brothers to do a couples costume contest as part of this year's Halloween Bash. All the girls had put their names into a hat and each of the boys took turns picking a name out and of course you had been picked by Peter Parker. You had decided to go as Buffy and Angel from Buffy the Vampire Slayer or at least you thought you had until you turned up at the house in a mini skirt, wooden stake in hand and a bleached blonde, leather clad Parker, ran down the stairs and straight into you.

“THERE’S MY BUFFY!” he beamed.

“What did you do to your hair?!”

“I’m Spike. I thought it would be more fun. Plus I figured we’d be a shoe in to win due to my dedication alone.” He said pointing to his head.

“Oh my god!” You sighed, rolling your eyes.

As the night went on you had to admit, the blonde, although it did make him look quite sleazy, was actually quite hot. You also had to commend his dedication to the character and the bit as he kept shouting out Spike quotes the whole night. “AND YOU’RE WHAT? SHOCKED AND DISAPPOINTED? I’M EVIL!” He shouted when the two of you won at beer pong against a pair dressed as Mario and Princess Peach.

“Cup of tea, cup of tea, almost got shagged, cup of tea.” he said as he handed out drinks to your small congregated group as you sat sharing a joint in the garden.

“First I’ll kill her, then I’ll save her.” he said, wrapping an arm around you and dipping you over it as he showed off in front of his fraternity brothers.

“PETER!” You squealed.

“Peter? Who is this Peter? There’s no Peter here, my name is Spike.”

He had called you Buffy for the whole night too. “Where has my Buffy gone?” he would cry as he moved through rooms in the house looking for you. “BUFFY? Excuse me, have you seen the chosen one?” he asked one girl.

“What Harry Potter?” she responded. He just bared his fake fangs and hissed at her.

“Yo Parker!” One of his frat brothers, Josh, called to him across the room, directing him back to the group of you sat around the coffee table in the living room.

You budged up a little on the seat, giving him room to squeeze in beside you (he won’t sit anywhere else).

“So Parker, you’re pretty confident about winning this costume contest.” Josh said. He’s dressed up as Sonny, Alannah is somewhere else in the house dressed as Cher.

“I mean, yeah. Look at us man.” Peter shot back confidently.

“You willing to put a bet on it?” Josh taunted.

“Oh we are not winning.” You mumbled from your seat beside Peter. The only thing he’s got going for him is the hair, apart from that the two of you look basic compared to other costumes, there’s a really good Frankenstein and Bride of Frankenstein hanging around somewhere.

“Then you shouldn’t have any trouble with placing a bet then.” Josh drunkenly goaded.

“What and you think you’re gonna win?” You said back.

“Oh no, I know we aren’t going to win. I’m talking about you two. You know Parker’s always had a crush on Buffy.” 

At Josh’s words Peter squirmed a little beside you but tried his best to hide it, eager to see how you’d react.

“Is that so?” You questioned.

“Yup!” Josh said confidently. “If you guys win, Parker gets his dream come true and gets to fuck Buffy.” He throws out.

“Fine. Deal.” Your drunken brain responded hastily. There’s no way you guys are winning. “Okay and what if we lose?”

“Okay, what do you want?” Josh asked on Peter’s behalf. He’s being uncharacteristically quiet for this whole exchange.

“If we lose the contest, which we will,” you reassure, “you guys have to bring a litre bottle of vodka to every party just for me, until the end of the year.”

“Deal.” 

“And by end of the year I mean school year, not just Christmas break.”

Peter and Josh hesitate a sec but Josh is quick to solidify the deal, holding his hand out for you to shake. And that was how you ended up with Peter Parker tied to your bedframe with the tie from your bathrobe. You were sure it had to have been rigged, there really was no way you should have won.

“Peter, I feel silly.” 

“Just go with it, I promise it’s all good.”

“Pete, I haven’t even seen that much of the show.”

“It’s vampires and magic and supernatural stuff, it’s all cool just, make it up.”

‘Fine’ you thought as you rolled your eyes.

“I’ve been checking Giles’s books and there's only one way to cure this type of evil.” you said as you began to slowly walk across the room to him. He gives you a devilish look and you have to admit, paired with the blonde hair it does make you weak in the knees. 

He watches you closely as you come to a stop beside the bed. His eyes follow your fingers as you slide them up your legs and underneath your skirt, hooking your thumbs into your underwear and pulling them down your legs. He goes to frustratedly moan as you tease him but the moment his mouth is wide enough, you shove your panties into his mouth.

“UUUhhh FuuCK!” his voice mumbles into the fabric as his head lulls back.

You climb up onto the bed, hooking your leg over his hips to straddle him. You reach behind you for the stake, sitting at the end of his bed, running it down his chest. “You need to hold still okay. Do you trust me?” you asked him in character. He nodded.

When your hand trails down to undo his trousers he is hard and he whispers slightly as his sensitive tip brushes past the fabric of his boxers as you pull them down far enough to release him. You reach for a condom, rolling it down onto his length before you lift yourself to hover over him and slowly lower yourself onto his cock.

His eyes watch intensely as his length slips out of view underneath your skirt. With the way he’s looking at you, you have to admit, maybe you were getting more into this than you first thought you would. He moans as you ride his cock, grinding your hips down into his pelvic bone before lifting back off again, his skin dragging across your slit and it feels so good. His cock feels so good as he fills you out. 

You know you told him to stay still but you don’t have it in you to punish him when he starts rolling his hips and thrusting up into you. You quickly realise though he’s close, his thrusts getting quicker as he chases his high. He mumbles words around your panties. You are reluctant to do it but you remove them from his mouth to hear what he has to say. 

“Thank you.” he sighs first and just pants for a little bit between grunts as you continue to ride his dick, your walls tightening with every up lift before you slam your hips back down again. 

“Fuck, fuck, yes Buffy. Fuck that evil out of me.” he says and if it wasn’t for the fact you were actually so close you would have just got off and left him hanging but you are so close now you want your own finish. “Lift your skirt, let me see.” he asks. You raise your eyebrows at him. “Please.” he quickly adds and you oblige lifting up the sides of your skirt so it sits above your hips. “Oh yeah.” he moans. “Touch yourself.” he says and you don’t know why but you do as he says, your fingers moving to rub circles over your clit. 

It sends you over the edge and he cries out “OH FUCK!” as your walls clamp down around him. 

You can feel his hips stutter, once, then twice, then he stills as you feel him fill the condom inside you. 

He lets out a long sigh of relief as you begin to ease yourself off him. “What do you say, Parker?”

“Thank you Miss Summers.” You just roll your eyes.

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[evan4ever]

Hi, please could I request an angst story about Frat Kyle x fem reader where he opens up to her and vents about his mom? thank you.

Don’t Let Me Fool You

Kyle Spencer x reader

Warnings: angst, talk about Kyle Spencer’s mom in little detail so slight hint of SA from a parent, just a sad fic for our baby Kyle

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You gave yourself one last look in the mirror, sliding your hands over the cute dress you had picked out to wear for the party that one of your friends, Kyle, had invited you to. You went kind above and beyond to look cute, hoping to catch Kyle’s attention in a more-that-friends kind of way. You couldn’t deny that you had feelings for him, but he was so busy with his frat and college that you couldn’t ever read him, you couldn’t tell if he felt the same or not. You had high hopes that tonight, maybe he’d see you and that was all it would take.

Deciding you liked your look, you left your bedroom and walked down the academy stairs where Madison stood waiting at the bottom, arms crossed and a dissatisfied look on her face. “Took you long enough. Is that… what you’re wearing?” You instantly looked down at your dress, it was simple, black and off the shoulder long sleeve. It hugged your curves nicely, though now you were second guessing yourself at Madison’s comment.

You cleared your throat and nodded, her only scoffing lightly and nodding to the door where she began walking to. “Let’s go. We’re already late. There’s a fine line between fashionably late and just late, we’re close to that line.”

You rolled your eyes but followed behind her, getting inside the front seat of her vehicle and bucking your seatbelt while she didn’t bother to, only starting the car and heading to the party. You were always annoyed at how invincible she thought she was, because yes Madison — your tiny fragile body could absolutely withstand a couple thousand pound vehicle clashing in you. Your eyes rolled again at the thought but stayed silent for the drive. You just wanted to see Kyle, that was where your focus was.

You exited the vehicle as soon as she parked it and began for the door hearing her call after you but choosing to ignore her and make your way inside the large, loud, people filled house. You slipped past the crowds of talking people while your eyes continued scanning each group and each passing person for Kyle. Now I’m the middle of the living room and still not seeing him, to decided a drink would be nice, hopefully tend to your nerves. You made a straight shot for the table full of liquor beer and other soft drinks to mix them with, deciding on a simple vodka cran and began pouring yourself your chosen drink, not realizing the outline of the body now next to you.

“Don’t you wanna mix it up sometimes?” You jumped as you felt them talk into your ear so you could hear them, quickly turning and letting out a sigh of relief when you noticed it was Kyle. “Sorry! Didn’t mean to scare you.” He smiled putting his hands up in defense.

You were quick to return a smile and shook your head. “I love vodka crans” you shouted over the music. His smile only grew, nodding at your statement.

“Yeah they’re good, but have you tasted crown and sprite?” He encouraged as he began pouring himself a drink of what he had just said. You watched, smiling more to yourself than him, as he finished making his drink and sticking two small straws in. Your eyebrows shot up as he moved the drink to you, offering a taste. “Come on! I promise they’re good. I’d never lie to you.”

You gazed at him a moment before giving in and taking a straw in your mouth, sipping on the drink that happened to be delicious. You looked at him in amazement and he nodded proudly. You weren’t a huge drinker so you never really knew what was good and what wasn’t, something you had shared with Kyle who always insisted on you trying his to introduce you to a “whole new world” as he put it.

“That is really good!” You shouted as he brought the drink to his mouth and took his own sip, still nodding.

“Told ya. Can’t go wrong with crown.” He grinned, your head shaking at his goofiness. He was always so happy and positive, something you really enjoyed about him. “Come on! Let’s go find somewhere that’s not so loud?” He suggested and you happily obliged and followed him through the house closely in order to not lose sight of him among the many people. You had no idea where he was taking you, but you didn’t care. Anywhere with him is where you wanted to be.

He led you up the stairs where another less crowded living room was. Only the muffled sound of the music playing downstairs was heard and slight chatter among the maybe 3 other small groups that stood somewhere in the room. You already felt better and less overwhelmed and Kyle sensed your new, less tense state. He plopped himself down on the sectional couch immediately patting the spot next to him. Your cheeks quickly heated up at the gesture but you turned and sat before he could notice.

“These parties can get pretty crazy” he admitted, setting his drink on the side table. You nodded agreeing, taking a quick large sip from your cup before handing it to him to set next to his

“Yeah, I’m definitely not used to it.” You chuckled, tucking your hair behind your ears and looking around the room while Kyle watched you with a content grin.

“I’m glad you could make it. I was getting worried you were gonna bail on me.” He raised his eyebrows, nudging your side playfully. You giggled lightly and nudged his arm away playfully in return.

“I’d never bail on you!” You squeaked, acting offended he’d ever say such a thing. His hands shot up once again in defense before dropping and shooting you a happy smile. You tilted your head so you could see him better, returning the smile. “Promise you can always count on me.”

His smile dropped slightly at your words and you wondered if you said something wrong, clearing your throat and looking away from him. “I mean.. I just..” you began stuttering for a way to save yourself wondering what you should’ve said instead. “You know, as your friend. You can always count on me.” You nodded finally looking back at him as you practically friendzoned yourself. His eyes were staring at your shoulder, eye furrowed deep in a seemingly frustrating thought. You quickly furrowed your own in concern, lowering your head to meet his eyes in an attempt to bring him back to earth. “Are you alright?” You whispered out. “I mean… did I say something wrong?” You finally asked.

His eyes flickered from your shoulder to meet your own eyes and his eyebrows shot up as he realized he had zoned out for a moment, quickly shaking his head. “No. No! Not at all” he grinned again and you took a breath in and let it out in a relieved sigh. “Sorry. I was just thinking. I have a lot going on at home.. right now.” He cleared his throat looking away from you and grabbing his drink, taking a sip from the side rather than straws, and chugging it rather than a sip. Once it was empty, he sat it back down and let out a chuckle.

You only watched with wide eyes as he finished his what was once full drink in one go, now wondering what was heavy on his mind. You had a mental argument with yourself on whether you should ask or not, worrying he’d feel uncomfortable but worrying about his own well-being.

“Are you.. is everything.. okay?” You stuttered your sentences again but held the question firmly, gazing at him while his face scrunched up and softened before smiling again.

“Yeah yeah. No everything’s fine. Great, really.” He nodded answering your question, though very unconvincing. He was no longer meeting your eyes and you couldn’t take yours off him.

“Kyle..” you sighed quietly, “hey, you can talk to me. Really. If you want. I’m here for you.” You assured him, urging him to continue if he wanted. His body tensed up at your words and you watched as he looked around scanning the few people in the room, your eyes following his in wonder.

“Not here” he sighed out, standing up and turning to you, extending a hand to help you up. You took it and he pulled you from the couch, handing you your drink and giving you a weak, noticeable nervous smile. You decided to stay silent and let him lead you where he wanted, wanting him ti be comfortable if he decided he wanted to open up to you.

He led you down the hall and into a bedroom, closing the door and locking it. Your eyebrows furrowed at the action now getting a little nervous yourself. Not at Kyle’s intentions with you but about what was on his mind that was so big that he wanted not a single soul to hear him when he told you. You stood off to the side and only kept your curious eyes on him while he leaned against the door, his eyes closed and head up towards the ceiling. He opened them a moment later and let his head fall to the side to look at you, sending you a tight lipped smile.

“I uh, I don’t know how.. I mean.. we should sit.” He pushed himself from the door and sat on the nicely made bed, you following and sitting next to him and resting your hands on your thighs, looking down at them waiting for him to start. He let out a breathless chuckle, your head turning to him and your eyes landing on his face while he looked around the room. “You probably don’t need to know this and I’d really hate to put a weight on your shoulders.” He nodded, avoiding your gaze.

“Hey.. I meant what I said back there.” Your hand reached out of instinct and rested on one of his, his eyes falling on them and holding his gaze there. “You can tell me anything. I’m here for you Kyle.” When he said nothing and you could see how nervous, scared even, he was, it only worried you further. “Please, talk to me?”

He blinked a few times to keep his tears back, finally letting out a forced cough and looking away from your hands and to the window. You stayed quiet allowing him to collect and ready himself to open up. He knew he was about to tell you the biggest secret of his life, not necessarily his, but his moms that he had to keep. It scared him to think of how you might react, but he trusted you, and he trusted that you were there for him like you had said.

“My mom…” he lets out an awkward cough again and clears his throat, “my mom does things…” he turned his face towards you, his eyes meeting yours. You instantly realized he was holding back tears and quickly moved towards him, taking him into your arms, him allowing himself to fall into your embrace and wrapping his own arms around you, his head falling into the crook of your neck. You held so much worry at this moment that whatever you decided to do you didn’t question. You knew he needed you, and he needed this. “She does things to me.” He finished his sentence and you immediately tended up at his confession, your stomach turning with the realization of what he’s meaning and making you want to throw up, though you contained yourself and held him tighter instead while your mind replayed the words he said over again in your mind. Your eyes settled on the dresser as you sat holding him and wondering how to comfort him correctly.

You heard him sniffle and shake his head against your neck.

“She.. she does whatever she wants to me and I can’t stop her.” He let out a loud uncontrolled sob, now pulling away from you. You quickly grabbed his face before he could move too far and made him look at you, not hiding the concern and worry your face held.

“Kyle…” you breathed out and shook your head. “Kyle no, no you can stop her. You can. You don’t have to allow her to do anything to you.”

“I can’t.” He shook his head and pulled away from you, standing and pacing back and forth in the room, his hands running through his hair while you sat and watched. “I can’t. She’s.. shes my mom you know?” He laughed harshly at his own words. “She loves me and I would hurt her if I made her stop. I just let her do it and wait for it to be over. I’m not a bad guy, I swear.” He defended himself and your eyes widened when you realized he was worried that you’d think he actually liked it or wanted it or engaged in it.

“No you’re not. You’re not a bad person at all Kyle but you don’t have to keep letting it happen.” You said now standing and facing him, attempting to take ahold of his shoulders but he only pulled himself a way again and moved away from you. Your eyebrows dropped at his action. “It doesn’t make you a bad person to not want someone to misuse you.” You said slowly, hoping you could gain his trust again. He looked over at you, his eyes red and his hair messy. You could tell from where you were that he was sweating from being so worked up.

“She’s my mom.” He stated again but you shook your head and took a step closer and standing in place sure not to get too close yet. He was so scared and flustered right now, the last thing he needed was you to be overbearing. He was trusting you with this information even though it scares the hell out of him.

“Doesn’t matter. She’s not allowed to hurt you. Touching you and doing inappropriate things to you is hurting you, Kyle.”

“She’s my mom!” He repeated himself louder now in her defense. You understood that he felt obligated to defend her but it was only hurting your heart more. You knew you needed to tell him in a way that wouldn’t make her a bad person either, even though she was. She was still his mom, and he loved her even though she was fucking him up.

“Okay” you put your hands up in defense now and he took notice in it, his eyes meeting yours again. “You’re right. She is your mom. But Kyle.. this isn’t normal, okay? Your mom needs help too, just like you do for her doing these things to you. A mom shouldn’t want to do them to her child, right?” You asked hopeful and he slowly nodded, you nodding with him. “Yes. Right. So you have put your foot down in order for her to get the help she needs. Or you have to go to someone to get the help for her. Is that.. I can help you, if you let me.”

He looked away from you as his mind thought over what you’d just said. He of course knew deep down that what his mother was doing to him wasn’t okay, he he didn’t know what to do. If he helped himself, it would hurt her, and he didn’t want to hurt his own mother even though she was hurting him. It was brutal battle inside his own mind that he fought every single day.

“There’s no way to do it without people finding out.” He spoke lowly still looking away from you, your head tilting wondering what he was meaning. “I’ve built a life for myself. I’m a good kid, a great student and athlete. I mean what if getting her help ruins all of that for me!” You jumped back as he grabbed the trophy that was set on the dresser and threw it hard on the ground out of anger and hurt, the trophy breaking with a loud thud. You swallowed hard and looked back up to him. He stood now with both of his hands on his face as he completely broke down, sinking to the floor.

You slowly took a few steps towards him and lowered yourself to your knees, resting a gentle hand on his back in an attempt to comfort him. He sobbed some more and you just let him, knowing he needed to feel this to get through it. Coming to terms with knowing you need to do something if you want it to stop is a hard barrier to get over, and that’s what he was doing. The best thing you could do for him was be there while he felt it.

“God this is so..” he shook his head that was in his arms that were resting on his knees, “so fucking stupid. I can’t believe she would do this to me. I can’t believe I’ve let her for so long.”

“Why have you?” You whispered out genuinely curious and hoping he didn’t take offense to your question. When he didn’t raise his head or even move, you sighed believing you weren’t going to get an answer and deciding it was best not to pry.

“I’m moving after this year of college. I was gonna leave her and hopefully never see her again and forget all about it. But it’s hard to forget what it’s been your entire life.”

You looked down at him in surprise when he answered you, blinking a few times and nodding, rubbing his back some more. “It’s never a bad thing to seek therapy. We all need it sometimes.” You spoke gently and he finally moved his head to the side to allow himself to look at you. You could tell how swollen his eyes were already, your hand moving to caress the side of his face. He smiled lightly at your kindness, his head falling into your gentle hand. “You are not weak if you go to someone who can help you heal. It’s probably the second strongest thing you could do.”

“What’s the first?” He questioned, now sitting upright so he was level with you. You didn’t bother moving, allowing yourself to be close to him so he could really see how genuine you were being. Your head tilted to the side as your hand continued caressing his cheek in comfort.

“Making sure she doesn’t hurt you anymore.”

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[dracos-eternity]

Frat Boys-Frat Peter Parker X Reader Smut

Summary- Your girl's officially a college student, let's get a little Frat boy action, and just for my bestie @emma-cantmakeuphermind, we'll do peter parker.

Warnings-Protected Sex (DON'T BE SILLY WRAP YOUR WILLY), Choking, Hair Pulling, Cursing, Oral (M&F Receiving)

It is a little short, I apologize.

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"Oh, hey, you guys made it." Katy smiles as she opens the door to the fraternity. We follow her in as she steps further into the frat house. "Everyone this is Y/n, and-" She trails off, looking at my two friends I brought.

"Oh, this is Mia and Taylor." I signal to my friends. We follow Katy into the living room and sit down. I spot this cute boy on one of the couches and smile at him. "Can I sit next to you?"

"Yeah," He smiles as he slides over to let me sit with him. I give a small glance to Taylor, and her giving a knowing smile back.

"Katy, who is this?" I whisper to her.

"Oh, that's Peter." She winks.

I sit on my phone, secretly sneaking glances at Peter. I feel a little sad as he walks away. My mood quickly changes as Katy gets up, dancing to the music. I follow suit, joining her. I let the music take control of my body, swaying my hips with her on my back. She backs up a little and I notice Peter walking up again, I grab his hand, letting him get behind me. I smirk as his hands find their way to my hips and pull me closer. The song ends and we sit down again.

"Wanna go upstairs?" He smirks.

"I'm good with that." He nods in response and mumbles 'I'll be back.' He returns a few minutes later and grabs my hand. I follow him upstairs and into a room. I pull out the condom from my purse that I keep for emergencies. I hand it to him as I drop to my knees.

"Fuck." He groans as I pull his shorts and boxers down, freeing his already hardening member. I put him in my mouth, laying my tongue flat so that it brushes the bottom of his cock as I take all of him. I continue my movements until I'm sure he's completely hard. I stand up, smirking as he turns me around and bends me over the bed. He unzips my boots, discarding them on the floor. I take a deep breath as I feel his fingertips brush against the back of my thigh, pulling my dress up. He slides my panties to the side and I feel his tip at my entrance. I push myself and whine when he grips my hip, stopping me.

"Please." I plead. He slides in and pain rushes through me from the stretch. He starts at a slow pace, quickly speeding up. Moans fill the room as he grabs my hair, bottoming out in every stroke.

"What's my name?" His hand releases my hair, pushing his hand on my back to make my arch deeper.

"Fuck, Daddy." I moan in response.

"Good girl." He leans forward, grabbing my throat when he does.

"Fuck, I'm gonna-" My words are cut short as he releases my neck, snaking his hand under me and between my thighs. He applies pressure to my clit, rubbing in circles and sending me barreling over the edge as I cum. He follows suit, cumming and pulling out.

"Don't move." He trashes the condom and I stay in the same position. I hear him shuffling behind me and I inhale sharply as his tongue flattens and licks a clean stripe up my slit.

"Shit." I whimper as his tongue prods at my entrance.

"I just wanted to taste you." He stands up and helps me get up. He helps me put my boots back on, fixing the laces and zipping them back up. I grab his hoodie off the bed, slipping it on.

"I'm keeping this."

"You should it looks good on you. You should definitely let me get your number so we can do this again." I smile, taking his phone from him and typing my number. He leads me down the stairs and the silence fades away as the music rings through the first floor of the house.

[lovelettersforthedamned]

Imagine sucking frat peter off and him gripping your hair and calling you princess or baby and him stutteringgggg uuhuuuuuu

End Of Semester Stress (And Relief)

--genre + trope: SMUT!!! MINORS DNI 18+, NSFW, college!au.

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

--word count: 1.0k

--summary: stress has creeped up on peter. balancing the end of the semester and his frat has not given him a break. noticing his unease, you visit him at the delta chi house and give him some well deserved relief from this crazy time.

--warnings: SMUTTT, oral sex (m!receiving), a heated makeout, fluff, cum eating, reader has hair that can be put up in a ponytail, peter has a messy-ish boy room, slight hair pulling, language.

The end of the semester made Peter’s life a living hell, to say the least. Like any college student, finals have seemed to arrive sooner than expected. Not only his academic life but organizing end-of-semester events for Peter’s fraternity has consumed his entire life. He knew that the only way to forward was through, and that killed him. 

The Delta Chi house was quiet this time of day. Most of the guys were in class, or making their way back from their set of morning lectures. The sunlight of the early afternoon danced on the water spraying from the sprinklers dancing on the front lawn. As you make your way to the front door and ring the doorbell, the face of a semi-familiar face greets you with a grin. There were no words needed as he turned back towards the stairs and shouted, “Yo, Parker! Your girl’s here!” Opening the door wider, you step into the familiar foyer of the house. Looking towards the stairs, you see a disheveled version of your boyfriend descend. There’s a moment right before he recognizes it’s you where his face changes from a deep pout to a satisfied smirk. Peter wastes no time before he makes his way towards you and wraps you in a bone-crushing hug, “Hey bug, what’s up?”

“Nothing, I just missed you today,” you reply as he pulls away to grab your hand. 

Still holding your hand, he leads you up the stairs towards his room. Locking the door behind him, he takes a quick scan of his room like he hasn’t been in there all day. There were a few piles of paper located on his desk, some clothes on his floor, and his unzipped backpack lying on the floor near his door. “Sorry for the mess,” he starts sorting the paper on his desk into neater piles, “the end of the semester is killing me.”

You let Peter fix his desk before speaking, “It’s alright baby. It’s a lot, with finals and the frat, I don’t blame you.”

“Yeah, it’s getting pretty crazy,” he groans as he runs his hands across his face.

“Let me take your mind off of things, yeah?” you suggest, walking over towards him. 

He finally sits down on the bed before he grabs the remote next to him, turning the TV on, “What kind of moving were you thinking-”. You cut him off with a deep kiss as you straddle his lap. His hands immediately make their way to your hips. You’re lost in his lips as you bring your hands weave their way through his thick brown hair. A smirk rises to your features as you pull away, a soft whine escaping Peter’s lips. 

“Shhh,” you whisper as you caress his cheek, “be patient.”

Slowly crawling off of his lap, you sit on your knees between his legs. The second you reach for his belt, he reaches down swiftly to take off his boxers and pants in one fluid motion. Now that he knows what you’re doing, he can’t stand to wait another second of you not touching him. 

Taking his still-soft cock in your hands, you bring the head up to your lips and lick his slit, rubbing the tip against your lips painfully slow. In your peripherals, you can see Peter’s head being thrown back as a lengthy sigh leaves him. His now, hard cock, aches to be touched. His head is now a pretty pink color. You admire his sluggish state for a second before pumping him a few times, still so very slow. 

Just when he’s about to open his mouth to interject, you take him entirely in your mouth. Taken back by your sudden eagerness, he speaks, “Oh fu-fuck, baby…” This time it was his turn to push his fingers through your hair, pulling the messy strands away from your face, and gathering them into a messy ponytail for him to hold onto. As one hand holds your hair in place, the other is slowly brought down to hold the side of your head, his thumb gently moving back and forth as you slightly gag on him. A silent encouragement. 

The only way you knew when Peter was close, was when he began to ramble. Mostly incoherent words are heard throughout the room, but sometimes a rare full sentence reaches your ears. “Oh my god, princess…I’m gonna,” he takes a sharp breath, “I’m gonna cum.” His words are so breathy as he’s right on the edge, that it makes your heart explode. 

His hips snap forward as he cums, and the warm feeling of his seed leaks down your throat. You notice a deliciously sharp feeling fluttering throughout the skin on your scalp, Peter is gripping your hair as he starts to come down from his high. As you carefully rise from his cock, the pull on your hair loosens until his hand falls onto his side. Pushing yourself off of your now aching knees, you crawl back on the bed on top of him, caging him in your arms. 

Leaning down to give him the gentlest peck on his lips, his honey-brown eyes fluttered open to meet yours. A satisfied smile creeps onto his face, “Where’d that come from baby?”

“You work so hard for others,” you push the hair off of his sweaty forehead, “ you deserve something sweet, especially after this crazy week.”

“Well…I definitely feel better, baby.”

Falling by his side, he reaches a hand over to pull your face closer to his and places a delicate kiss on your forehead. “Okay, now,” he mumbles into your skin, “what movie do you want to watch?”

For the rest of the day, you remain nestled into Peter’s side. The thoughts of finals and Greek life were placed somewhere far away in his mind. All of his thoughts are consumed by you. 

--author's note: GUYS...thank you for these asks!!! i love them so so much! frat!peter is my weakness right now holy shit, i need him so bad...ANYWAYS! don't forget to support your writers by liking, commenting, and reblogging! my asks/inbox is open, so feel free to send anything!! im all ears for requests and if you just want to chat, im here for that as well!!! ok, ily bye<3.

[webslingingslasher]

Modelling all the new lingerie you bought for frat Peter and he's absolutely losing his mind

i want to preface that this is absolutly size inclusive, i just went with victoria's secret for the branding but we're gonna pretend they have all the sizes and inclusitivity they should.

warnings: a lil smutty

Peter eyed the pink and black paper bag in your hand, he tried to be understanding but there is nothing in that store that’s for him. You said you had a surprise and you got him something, but here you were standing in front of him with a victoria’s secret bag and a wide smile. 

“If you want me to wear womens panties during sex I need to hear you say it now.” 

You laugh, “no, that’s not… wait, would you?” 

“I’d do anything for you.” 

You roll your eyes, “always dramatic, parker.” 

He would. He’d do anything for you, you just don’t believe him yet. 

“No, I got these for you…” you trail and have a hand go digging, you pull up a lacy red lingerie piece. 

Dead silence, you start to feel insecure. Mandy assured you he’d like it, go feral even. But he’s giving you a blank stare, you want to throw the fabric over the balcony. After a crushing thirty second silence you feel warmth flooding your cheeks, you scramble to put the fabric back in. It’s pointless, you’d never be able to look at it again, let alone the store. 

Peter’s eyes widened watching your panicked movements, he was waiting for more information. He supposes it’s pretty but he really doesn’t think he could fit in it, plus this is a pretty major kink to throw on him at once. 

Refusing to make eye contact you ramble, “this was so stupid, I hate myself.” 

“Hey,” 

“Forget this ever happened, this is so embarrassing I have to leave.” 

“Hey,” louder. 

You bulldozed. 

“In fact, I think we could just end this here, peter. I mean this was obviously weird enough for the both-” 

He’s not going to lose you, “I didn’t say anything!” 

“That’s the point! You aren’t into it, Mandy swore you’d like it but-” 

Peter lets out a sigh, “baby, I mean, is that even my size?” 

You stop speaking and blink, you look at the bag and back at your frat boy. 

He thought it was for him, he actually thought you wanted him to dress up for you. 

“No, you dolt! They’re mine, I just wanted to, I dunno.. model them for you.” 

It felt less embarrassing wallowing in silence. 

“Oh.” 

“Oh!” 

A cocky grin spilled over his face, his hands interlocked behind his head and he leaned back on his bed, you watched his core tighten and flex with the movement. 

Peter licked his lips, “please do. Leave red for last, it’s my favorite color.” 

You’re glad he can’t see your shy smile, “I know.” 

The conformation makes the heat blossom in his chest. 

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Peter loves how you look, he says it every chance he gets, but knowing you put on a skimpy outfit with the goal being observed made you self conscious in a different way. Peter makes sure to dote on you plenty when he’s taking your clothes off, but those are small glances and kisses, this was you presenting yourself and showing off. 

You ran a hand down your torso as you exhaled heavily, you had to trust Peter. You weren’t sure what was happening between you two, it was a weird midway point. It was like you were dating but the casual touching or labeling was way off beat. 

The bathroom door clicks open and you step out boldly. 

“Ready?” 

Your boy’s head lifted off the bed, the first glance sent him scrambling to hit up. His eyes dragged over your body, everywhere he could see he soaked it in, like he was memorizing each curve of your body. It should make you feel self conscious, but he makes you confident. 

“My beautiful girl, hm?” His hands reach out, you step into his hold and feel him explore. You feel his fingertips race across the black lace of your bra, it’s not covering much, you can feel the heat of his hands through the mesh on your chest. 

You squirm as his tracing tickles you, his thumbs resting at your hips, he can’t stop himself. He lifts up the lace hanging from your front, the baby doll thrown over his head as he presses kisses up and down your torso. You sigh and grab the back of his head, you tangle into the curls and lean into him as his fingers dig into the plush on your waistline to keep you close. 

“So fuckin’ pretty,” batty eyelashes blink up at you, he’s a proud simp and munch. He kisses right above your thong, “how’d I get so lucky?”

His words make your knees weak, he always talks like that, like he’s the most lucky person on the planet to have you in his arms. He acts like you chose him, like you picked the short straw, but you were the lucky one. 

You pat his shoulders and step away, “one out of five?” 

No hesitation, “seven.” 

“Cheat. Don’t go anywhere, I have two more.” 

Peter sputters, “as if you have to tell me?” 

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This one was a lot more fitting. 

It was bold, it was a nice hunter green, a bold bra and itty, bitty, crotchless panties. 

It felt like everything but your nipples were out, you’d burn this one if you hadn’t put your foot in your mouth about two more. You tap your foot as you look over yourself in the mirror and shake your head. Peter's seen you naked hundreds of times but you felt more exposed than ever before. 

“Petey?” 

Muffled, “yes, baby?” 

You didn’t know where to go from there, you heard movement, then a little closer to the door. 

“You alright, baby?” 

You let out a puff of air, “it’s a lot.” 

He’s connecting dots, “the outfit?” 

“Yeah.” 

Peter lets out an airy laugh, “I hate to tell you babe, but I’ve seen it all and love it more every time I do.” 

You nibble your lip, you just need a hype man, he could be that easily. 

“I’m like, naked naked.” 

“Perfect.” 

“It’s dark green.” 

A whine, “please let me see!” 

You crack the door open and peek out an eye, you see Peter watching the ground before looking up and smiling wide. You swing it open and spin slowly, his eyes not leaving your lower half. Peter crosses to the doorway and pulls at your hips and throws you on the bathroom counter. 

You gasp and watch his eyes trail down, he catches sight between your legs and you close them self consciously, his hand stops the meeting, then taps at your knee with his thumb for you to open back up for him. He takes his time drawing you in, his throat low and scratchy when he speaks. 

“Oh, oh I like these. I like these a lot.” 

Peter’s thumb races up the side of your thigh before gently tracing around your inner thigh and higher, you jostle as he rubs over the space your crotch should be, you choke on air and hit your head against the mirror, you open your eyes to see his locked on your face, his pupils blended into his eyes. 

He circles again and you grab his wrist to push it away, “I still have to show you the red one.” 

“I already saw it, I’m about to get on my knees and worship you.” 

Your cheeks feel like they're on fire, “let me show you the last one, then you can choose which one you wanna take me in.” 

Peter gives a sharp inhale, “you’re gonna fuckin’ kill me.” 

—-----------------------

A full piece in red, you picked this one out yourself. It screamed Peter, the color, the lace, the style. 

The body had a built in corset, red cinched your waist. The bottom lapels had straps that connected to your thigh belts, this time a cheeky pair of underwear. It contrasted the harsh sex of the bodice, a peek of bum that led more to the imagination, just like your chest being pushed up from the corset. 

It was both the most dressed and undressed you’ve been all evening. The other’s were more uncovered but this one made you feel hot and powerful and confident. 

You didn’t need any help with this one. 

“This gotta be your favorite, right?” 

Peter felt time stop, he was absolutely speechless. He’s never seen you so.. so… gorgeous. A cocky grin, one that told him you knew how good you looked. And he doesn’t care what anyone has to say, his girl wearing his favorite color in lingerie was the down right sexiest thing he’s ever seen. 

His silence doesn’t scare you, it makes you fill with pride. 

“Yeah… that’s the one.” 

You stalked to the end of the bed where he sat, his fingers tugging at your thigh buckles. 

“I’ve never had a girl dress up for me like this.” A delicate confession, while his fingers and hands fondled over your backside and thighs. 

You shrug and run your hand through his hair, “you make me want to dress up for you.” 

Peter pulls at you to straddle his waist, “I’ll never stop being grateful.” 

“Is this the winner? You can take it off whenever.” 

Peter runs his tongue over his teeth, “I kinda just like looking at you right now.” 

The black piece was lust. 

The green piece was passion. 

The red piece was love. 

Three things are very clear to Peter Parker in that moment. 

One, he wasn’t sure when, but you were going to be his girlfriend. 

Two, he’s almost eighty percent sure he loves you. 

Three, this is the hardest he’s been in his entire life. 

[reidslovely]

Something about helping frat!blonde! Peter touch up his roots. Like he calls you and reader must think its for hooking up purposes - then he surprises her w “can you. uh..retouchmyrootsplease” and she’s like “??? 🤨wat” and you just go over to his place and spend time with him, washing his hairr, he making eye contact with reader through the mirror, etc. But he’s still stubborn about his feelings so he’s like “this was a one time thing only don’t let it get to ya head”

sorry if this was jumbled I just had this in my head for a while now

Yes this idea is so so so so so cute. I have written something vaguely similar before but I love it so much I don't care to write it again

please reblog or comment in place of liking/hearting this post 🫶🏼

“Pete?” You questioned picking up your phone, your eyes locked on the clock that read 4:00pm. “It’s far too early for a booty call..what’s up pretty?” 

“Ya flatter bashful.” His chesty laugh could be heard on the other end of the phone. It sent your heart doubling in speed, your cheek pressed lovingly into your shoulder. 

“You still with me bashful? I need you to do me a favor.” 

“So this is a hookup call..you only ask me that if-” You're cut off by him rushing out a string of words. None of which you caught. “Pete..baby. I need you to breathe and say that again.” You laughed softly, already gathering your stuff up to head over to the Theta Tau. Regardless if this was a hookup situation or not you were tired of your homework and Peter always seems to take any type of stress away. 

“Can you uh..” There's an awkward cough and sigh. “Retouchmyrootsplease?” 

The questions still came out as one word this time around but at least you actually caught what he was saying. 

“Sure, Pete.” You tried not to laugh. “Do you have what you need or do we need to run by Sally?” 

“No, no I have everything here for you. Thanks for this.”

“Course Pete, anything for you.” You hung up before you could get any type of snarky reply. 

Peter’s blond locks were a new addition about three weeks into your situation ship and you absolutely loved them. They flattered his face, and made his little baby deer eyes even more baby deer like. Which made you want to kiss him even more, and made it hard to say no when he’s asking you for another round. 

“You’re literally the best for this. Just moved up to like number two in my ranking.”

It was a joke, you were easily number one if not the only girl in Peter’s ranking but you have to play along or else you’ll scare him away. 

“Offended, whose number one.”

“May..sorry.” Peter sighs dramatically, leading you up the stairs to his bathroom. Tossing a few nods and hey’s to his brothers walking down the steps. 

“Mhm can’t be mad at that.” 

Peter laughed sitting on the chair he’d tucked away in the bathroom, pulling off his shirt. 

“Awe did you go ahead and set everything up for me?”

“No I was gonna do it myself but that's how we ended up in this scenario in the first place.”

Peter would never admit to it but he had set everything up for you. He’d done it before he even picked up the phone: not that he knew you'd say yes but he could hope. 

“Mhm I see.” You hummed running your fingers through Peter’s hair. He grabbed his phone starting his music, looking at you in the mirror as you started sectioning his hair out. 

Admittedly the whole time he was locked on you. Every move you made he was locked on you, not wanting to miss a moment. His head lolled back as you ran; you painted the bleach on his roots. Earning soft little ‘stops’ and ‘hold your head up’ from you as he relaxed. Your eyes were fixed on his hair making sure you’re applying everything evenly and correctly. Peter held his phone up in the mirror snapping a quick photo of the two of you. The photo falling amongst the others he’s sneakily taken of you or the both of you that you had no clue about. 

“Okay you gotta sit for a while and then I’ll wash it, tone it, all that after.” You said sitting on the toilet lid next to him taking the gloves off, tossing them in the trash can. 

“This is nice.” 

Peter's comment threw you off, you two only really hung out in the context of having sex or it being mutually beneficial for both. You hated to admit you had more moments like this. 

“Yeah?” 

“Mhm no pressure, at least not for you. I still gotta make jokes and keep you entertained.” 

“Tragic.” You tsked resting your arm on the sink hand to head as your free hand started a 30 minute timer. 

“Come on, we have enough time to watch some of that Hulu cooking show you like.” Peter stood taking your hand in his walking to his room. You flopped down on Pete’s bed watching him sitting next to you. “Careful you’ll get bleach on your..”

“No no, I'm good sitting up.”

You nodded and laid your head on his lap watching The Bear, Pete’s fingers combing through your hair switching between watching the TV and you. 

Pete’s head was tilted back in the sink, a towel under his neck for comfort. “Stop looking down my shirt, Parker.” 

“I’m not…I’m not.” He lied, turning his eyes up to look at you as you shampooed after toning his hair. “Do I look fabulous?”

“Oh absolutely.” You laughed wrapping his hair up in a towel helping him sit up. Ruffling the towel through his hair you laughed watching it sticking up every which way. You blow dried it for him smiling and singing under your breath as you fixed his hair perfectly. 

“How do you feel Parker?” 

“Amazing..I look great thanks bashful.” He says turning around, capturing your hips in his hands. “Let's get dinner, and then we can come back here.” 

“I hate sex after dinner.” 

“No, no we come back here and finish the show.” 

“Oh I get to come back to the Theta house? And not have sex?” You fake a gasp of shock. 

“I know it’s a rare occurrence. This is a one time thing though, don’t let it get to ya head.” Pete taunts, hand rubbing your side grabbing his wallet off his dresser.

“Oh baby it has.” 

Peter knew and even in his playful disdain and stubborn personality you were slowly craving a spot out in his chest and making a home in it, and at this point he had no say in it.

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[evermoreparker]

Lost in Translation- Part Five

Synopsis: Peter and you were inseparable since you were kids, until you started hating each other right before you two went to college, but now Peter needs your help to win a bet.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Well... how do I put this... SMUT!!!! LIKE A LOT OF IT!!!! PLS IF THAT'S NOT YOUR THING DO NOT READ IT! But if it is have fun! :)

And reblog please!!!!!

Prologue 1 2 3 4

‘’Alright, Lionel Richie.’’ You say giggling as Peter tickles your sides.

‘’Well, you know what? Just for that, I won’t be pulling out tonight!’’

‘’Pffft please, not even you believe in that.’’ Peter gasps and throws a pillow at you.

‘’HEY! You’re right. But still, just pretend I have self respect!’’ He giggles.

‘’Aw sure you do, Pete.’’ You sit up to look at him while playing with his curls. But you notice he gets all quiet. ‘’Are you ok?’’ Peter zones out for a moment.

‘’Mm? Yea yea I am. It’s just… it’s been so long since the last time you called me Pete.’’ He says while looking down and grinning, remembering all of the sweet memories you had together. And just for a moment you think that this might be not just a meaningless one night stand.

‘’Yea I missed that too.’’ He looks up, and smirks. Ready to tease you. ‘’And if you ever tell someone I ever said that, I’ll kill you.’’

‘’Don’t worry.’’ He giggles. ‘’It’s just me and you here.’’ he kisses the palm of your right hand. And suddenly you realize you two just make sense.

‘’Yea… That’s good.’’ Peter is the one to make the first move, hovering above you and making you lay down again, while softly caressing your cheek. ‘’God, if this a dream I’ll be really pissed off at anyone that wakes me up.’’ He giggles, before pulling you for a deep kiss.

‘’Same.’’ You pull on a few of his hair strings, which gets him moaning. You switch with Peter to get on top of him.

‘’Fuck c’mere.’’ He pulls you for another kiss. Wandering hands under your dress, close to where you need him, but not quite there yet. So you decide to take matters into your own hands, unzipping the dress yourself and throwing it somewhere on the floor. Peter groans when he realizes you took your bra off as well.

‘’God why the fuck did we not do this sooner?’’ Peter says while grabbing your ass and switching with you, so that he can be on top again, softly nibbling your skin.

‘’Because we’re very dumb.’’ You scratch his back, tugging on his shirt for him to take it off. He gets the hint, tossing it on the floor and pulling you by your waist for a heated kiss. But you stop him by putting your hands on his chest while sitting , making him stop.

‘’Wait! Are we really doing this?’’

‘’Only if you want to as well, I promise you I won’t be mad if you don’t wanna do this anymore and d-’’ Peter gets cut off by your lips on his in a matter of seconds.

‘’God you’re so cute.’’ You smile at Peter while unbuttoning his pants.

‘’Oh-OH ok so that’s a ‘’yes’’ I presume.’’ He helps you by standing up to untangle the pants from his ankles, throwing it at a random corner in your room.

‘’God, when did you get those thighs??’’ You say while shamelessly thirsting over the same boy you told your friends that could go to hell for all you cared for.

‘’Aw thanks! It was the Jane Fonda workout tutorial, of course. May has those for a while I guess and I-…’’ He bursts out laughing when he sees your confused face. ‘’But to be honest, I guess it was just a lot of workout.‘’ He jumps back on the bed, making you giggle when his hair tickles your belly while he lays there.

‘’But what about you? Are you opening a bakery or something?’’ You look confused at his very random question.

‘’What? Why?’’

‘’I don’t know, just all that cake in the back made me wonder.’’ You laugh so hard that Peter can feel it while laying on your stomach, it makes him grin like a kid at a candy store when he looks up and sees you all happy without a care in the world, and the best, he caused that.

‘’That was good, not gonna lie.’’ You run your fingers through his hair, making Peter look up before going to trail kisses down your belly and going up. He distributes hickeys all over your tits, sucking on them before kissing the sweet spot on your neck, stopping for a bit to finally look at you.

‘’God, you’re so hot.’’ He grabs your left thigh to pull you even closer before capturing your lips again, making you moan in delight.

‘’Mmm fuck, please take these off.’’ You guide his hand to the waistband of your panties.

‘’Only if you keep making that sound for me.’’ He kisses your cheek before pulling your panties down and kissing his way back down. You pull on his hair, eagerly waiting for his lips where you need him the most.

‘’Eager now huh?’’ He smirks before finally giving in and starting with a kiss on your clit. Seeing your reaction to his every touch has to be the best thing ever.

‘’I swear, if you keep teasing like that I’ll clench on your dick so hard you’ll cum in seconds.‘’ You feel him grinning before giving a small kitten lick from your entrance to your clit, letting his tongue flick it for a bit, enjoying you shivering under him.

‘’Fuck, you taste so good. Could easily spend all day eating this pussy.’’ He waits for your reaction to his dirty words, and just as you do he starts sucking on your clit. Who knew the boy who cried when you stumbled on his lego set had such a dirty mouth?

‘’Mmm FUCK, you’re so good Pete.’’ Your words make him suck even harder, making you breathless for a moment. Guess someone has a praise kink.

‘’Mmmmm fuck, I’m gonna cum.’’ You tug on his hair, pulling him impossibly closer to your heat.

‘’Cum for me, baby.’’ Peter doesn’t stop sucking even after your orgasm, making you have to pull on his hair to make him stop with the overstimulation.

‘’Fuck omg.’’ You laugh at the absurdity of this night, who knew you’d end up bringing the boy you’ve hating for years to your bed? And that he would make you cum like that?

‘’That good huh?’’ Peter smirks while looking at your post orgasmic face.

‘’Shut up.’’ You pull for a kiss, making you feel something hard on your thigh.

‘’Well apparently it wasn’t that good just for me.’’ You grab his hard on through his boxers.

‘’Fuck- You make it really hard to not get a boner when you moan my name like that.’’

‘’Stop, just come fuck me please.’’

‘’Yes miss!’’ Peter eagerly pulls his boxers down.

‘’Shit, you’re packed too?’’ You say while capturing Peter’s lips in a long and deep kiss, making your way towards his member and circling your thumb around the head.

‘’Fuck y/n/n, you’re so fucking good at this.’’ He purrs, closing his eyes for a bit.

‘’Can I suck you off?’’ You look at him with your sweet, doe, innocent eyes, and he’s sure that if he doesn’t get inside you in these next few minutes he might burst in your hand.

‘’Next time baby, I promise. Alright? Really need to get inside you.’’ He runs his fingers through your head, and for a moment you two forget that this was supposed to be just a one night stand.

‘’Ok.’’ You smile and give him a peck before laying back to your previous position. Peter is quick to get up, going towards his wallet in his pants and coming back to bed with a condom already on his dick.

‘’Are you ok?’’ Peter caresses your cheek, pulling you deep into the moment with just his eyes. Just for a second, you forget that this is just a meaningless one night stand and that the guy on top of you is not the same boy you met when you moved to that building in queens. You get lost in his eyes for a moment before touching his lips, wanting to savor this moment before you wake up to an empty bed in the morning. Peter is the one closing the space between you two, kissing your forehead before pushing himself inside you.

‘’Fuck, you feel so good.’’ Peter leans and whispers to you before starting thrusting very slowly. Is this some type of punishment? You decide to take matters into your own hands, pulling Peter deep inside you by wrapping your legs around his back. Peter lets out a breathless moan before smirking at you. When he sees how your eyes went darker he starts thrusting hard and fast. You bite your lip to hold back your moans, but Peter shakes his head in disapproval before leaning down to capture your lips so that he can hear your sweet sounds. But that’s not really enough for Peter. He wants all the dorms to know you’re his. Even if it’s just for tonight.

‘’C’mon baby, I know you can do better than that. Are you really not gonna let me hear those pretty sounds?’’ You shake your head no, and hide your face in his neck. Peter then whispers in your ear.

‘’Well, I guess I’m gonna have to make you let out those heavenly little sounds myself.’’ Peter lifts your hips and puts your pillow under. He smirks at you when he sees your eyes widening when you realize what he had in mind. Peter puts your left leg on his shoulder, and thrusts hard on THAT spot. But you keep biting back your moans.

Some knowledge from when you two used to tell each other everything ran through his mind, you used to say it turned you on when guys grabbed your thighs during sexy times. So he does exactly that, pulling you even closer to where you two meet and leaving just the tip in before manhandling you on his dick like you weigh nothing.

‘’FUCK, Pete! Oh my god!’’ You now have your nails scratching Peter’s back, while he has the biggest grin ever. ‘’You’re so much better at this than I imagined. Fuckkkk’’ You arch your back, making Peter hit impossibly deeper. ‘’Mmmm please don’t stop, Pete! You’re so good at this!’’ Your endless praise makes Peter go feral. Knowing you had thought about this too just made this night the best of Peter’s life.

‘’Y/n, baby, I thought about this more times than I can remember.’’ He lets out a giggle before going to nip your neck.

‘’Mmmm fuck, I’m gonna cum!’’ You let out the most pornographic moan ever, surprising yourself and Peter.

‘’Cum for me, I’m- fuck, close too’’ You tight your muscles around him, letting yourself go and triggering his climax too. Peter falls on you, little drops of sweat on his forehead and his messy curly hair is now dripping wet.

‘’Pete, you’re crushing me!!’’ You try to push him off, making you two laugh.

‘’Nah, I’m gonna stay right here.’’ Peter kisses your cheek, and you wipe it off, making him dramatically gasp and roll to the side. ‘’How dare you?’’ You get up and gives him a peck.

‘’I gotta go to the bathroom, be right back!’’ He pulls you by your hand to kiss your forehead.

‘’I’ll be waiting!’’ He yells when he sees you closing the door and heading to the bathroom.

When you get back, you hear soft snores before opening your door and seeing Peter sleeping peacefully, but he needs to scooch so that you can fit in there too.

‘’Pete, you’re occupying the whole bed.’’ You giggle when you hear him groan and move to the side so that you can lay there too. ‘’Goodnight.’’ You kiss his forehead before turning your back to him, and suddenly feel strong hands pulling you closer by your waist and laying his head over your neck.

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[donald4spiderman]

I dont know if you're still taking requests if so could you write a fratboytasm!peter getting jealous because another boy at a party is trying to flirt with you, so he comes over and starts kissing you or something and then throws u over his shoulder taking u to the closest room.

NOT WITHOUT JEALOUSLY

frat!tasm!peter x gn!reader

tw: jealously, making out, suggestiveness

a/n: I took this as a jealous!peter where the two of you are sort of dating but it’s not official or exclusive. hope you enjoy!

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PETER SWEARS HE’S NOT LIKE THIS, he’s not that type of guy. Technically, the two of you aren’t even dating, let alone exclusive. The burning discomfort and jealously surging through his veins isn’t supposed to be here. He’s not suppose to feel this way.

He physically recoils into himself when the flirty guy across from you reaches out to brush a stray piece of hair out of your face. Peter thinks he sees you flinch, teeth bared in a forced smile. Maybe it’s his wishful thinking.

He must look strange—staring wide-eyed at you from the middle of the crowded room. People seems too drunk to notice, the party continues to flow around him. The guy leans in closer, muttering something that makes you chuckle quirky. Peter debates the ethicality of using his status as president of the fraternity to kick him out of their party.

The two of you are talking for a really long time. So long that Peter has sobered up slightly, which somehow is only making the jealously more and more powerful within him. He hates the you actually seem to be enjoying yourself.

You’ve mentioned how quickly you were to shut down guys who seemed too arrogant or reliant on their masculinity. The guy standing in front of you is handsome and built, looks like a football player, which is not your usual type. There must be something about his personality, then. Something about him that makes him better than Peter.

Time passes, and the party is still going strong. You’re still talking to that guy. Peter notices and open window when he leaves with his solo cup to grab another drink. You’re alone for a moment and he seizes the opportunity.

“Hey, (Y/N).” The gravel in his voice makes you shiver.

“Oh, hi, Pete.” You chirp, genuinely delighted to see him for the first time the entire night. “This party is...kind of tolerable.”

He smiles, “Well, I knew you were coming, so I wanted it to be a little less overwhelming for you. I know how you hate crazy parties.”

“You did that for me, Pete?” Is it wrong that a simple nickname to makes him horny? “You didn’t have to.”

“Of course I did.”

Peter feels like he’s getting his grove back. You’re looking up at him with loving eyes, and he forgets about that other dude for just a moment.

“Did you meet Carter?”

“Huh? Who?”

“The guy I was talking to all night since ao couldn’t find you.” Shit, really. “By the way, where were you?”

“Carter...n-no-didn’t meet ‘em.” He chews his lips in frustration, shaking his head.

“That’s too bad, you would like him.”

“Would I?” It’s quiet a murmur more for himself, but you hear it.

“What was that?” You question, poking at his chest. “Something’s upsetting you?” You sound a little annoyed, but he tries to ignore it.

“No. I-It’s fine. It’s just-well,” he stammers with his head hung low in shake, “I-I don’t like the way he was f-flirting...with you.”

Your face scrunches up sarcastically, “Oh, so this was an ego thing? Don’t want the other kids peeing your sandbox?” You cringe immediately, and so does Peter. “Okay, bad analogy, but the point still stands.”

“What? I c-can’t be jealous?”

“No!” You exclaim as if it’s a kindergarten knowledge.

“I can’t help it, okay. I like you,” Here he goes, “A lot. And you know it. A-and I don’t like other guys flirting with you, ‘cause that should be my job.”

“Aw, Pete.” You coo. “You’re sort of cute when you’re jealous.”

“Stop it! I’m serious! I don’t like way he was talking to you.”

He sneaks a quick glance to his left to find that what’s his name? Carter! Is returning with his drink. Peter has a plan, and he hopes you’ll forgive him.

“Forgive me?”

“For what?”

As soon as Carter is within two feet, Peter’s slamming his lips onto yours. Shocked, you stumble a few steps back, but reciprocate, nonetheless. Your arms snake around his waist to pull him in tighter, and you’ve long forgotten about the man who occupied your night before this.

You break apart from the kiss, gasping, only to be tossed onto Peter’s shoulder.

“Peter!” You cry out. “Let me down. I swear to god, I will fuck you up, Peter!”

He chuckles, mostly to antagonize poor Carter (who hasn’t really done anything wrong).

“Sorry, man.” He offers a half-assed apology before leading you up the stairs and into his room.

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[quicksilversg1rl]

I Heart You

Franken Kyle Spencer x Fem Reader 

Warnings: nothing but fluff :)

You knew Kyle before the accident, you had met him at one of the college parties Madison had dragged you to, he was genuinely one of the sweetest boys you had ever met. 

You remembered the first time you saw him after the accident, you shot him a small smile and all he did was stare at you, it was like he recognized you but couldn’t quite place his finger on where he knew you from. 

****

You still remembered the day clearly; you were in the kitchen fixing yourself a snack when Zoe frantically entered and paced over to where you were standing. 

“Hey Y/n, you busy?” She said as you looked up towards her.

“Uh no not really, what's up?” You said as you finally faced Zoe properly.

“Could you uh, maybe watch Kyle for me for the day, it’s just, I need a bit of a break and I need to do a few things you know without having to worry about him and you’re the only person I trust to like actually watch him sooo.” 

“I’ll watch him yeah.” You said as you smiled at her, Zoe quickly wrapped her arms around your figure, squeezing you as she said, ‘thank you’. 

The two of you quickly made it up to your room and upon entering, you found the blonde headed boy already seated on your bed, headphones over his ears and an iPad on his lap. 

Zoe made her way over to the boy and tapped his shoulder, causing Kyle to look up at her and take the headphones off. 

“Okay Kyle, so Y/n’s going to be watching you today, so you need to listen to her, you remember her, right?” He looked towards you and shot you a sweet smile (which you returned) before looking back at Zoe. 

“Okay well have fun you two, bye.” Zoe said as she made her way out of your room, closing the door behind her. 

Now that it was just you and Kyle, the silence became deafening, but you were determined to make Kyle feel comfortable in your care.

“Okay so, Zoe gave me these card things and told me I should try and go through them with you and then I was thinking I could make us something to eat or order something and then we could maybe watch a movie, how does that sound?” You said as you made your way towards the skittish boy and sat down next to him.

All Kyle did was look at you in confusion but soon he nodded his head at your words, showing off his beautiful dimples as he smiled. Kyle felt so comfortable around you already and he had no idea why, there was just something about you that made him feel safe. 

The two of you quickly got comfortable in the spots on your bed as you pulled a random flash card from the deck and place it in front of Kyle. He had practiced the word on it multiple times with Zoe but now when he was trying to say it alone, the word only came out in little fragments. 

“Hey, it's okay take your time.” You said as you noticed him frown. He tried over and over but the word just refused to leave his mouth, he could see and say the word perfectly in his head but when it came to saying it out loud, it just wouldn’t happen.

“Stu-stupid so stupid!” He said as a few tears began to form in his eyes, his hands hitting himself over and over against his head. 

You immediately reached for his hands and put them to his chest, shushing him as he shoved his face inside the crook of your neck. You were taken back by this but still let him sob his heart out into your shoulder. You couldn’t imagine how hard this must’ve been for him. 

You let go of his hands and reached for his chin, making him look up at you. 

“You’re not stupid Kyle, stop saying that. I know you can do this, just take your time and it will all come flowing back to you I just know it.” Your other hand went up and wiped the tears that had fallen down his cheeks, eliciting a smile from him.  

He slowly started calming down again, sitting back and looking at the card.

“F-fo-food.” Your eyes widened as he got the word right, immediately wrapping your arms around him in celebration.

“See I knew you could do it Kyle!” You said as you unwrapped your arms from the boy. His smile only widened at your genuine excitement on his part.

The rest of the day went by swiftly and Kyle had gotten incredibly comfortable around you, even laughing at the horrible jokes you’d make.

The day ended with the two of you laying in your bed, watching a movie together. You were about to say something to Kyle regarding the movie but you were interrupted by light snores coming from the boy as he nuzzled his face into your side. His nose twitching as your hair touched his face. You all but smiled at his peaceful state and not long after that, you fell asleep yourself, you and Kyle unknowingly cuddling into each other.

Once Zoe arrived home she made her way to your room and was taken back by the sight of the two of you cuddled up together, she smiled at how comfortable both of you looked before closing the door and heading back to her room for the night.

Ever since that day, the two of you were inseparable, Kyle clinging onto you, the two of you as thick as thieves. He felt so safe with you and you were the only person who never got tired of his little moods here and there or just never got tired of him in general.

You were making your way up to your room, you just finished your last couple of classes, the wind was howling outside, the sky thick with grey clouds, heavy rain pouring from them. Just as you entered your room, a lightning bolt struck across the sky, accompanied by a loud roar of thunder. God you loved days like these.

Upon entering, your eyes glazed over the entire room, searching for the familiar head of blonde curls you’ve grown fond to. He was nowhere to be seen.

Your steps slowly reached your bathroom and your eyes fell upon a trembling Kyle, his hands clutched to his ears to drown out the sound of the thunder. You rushed towards him, startling him in the process but as soon as he saw it was you, he wrapped his arms around your middle and buried his face into your chest.

“Hey baby, it’s all good, it’s just thunder don’t worry about it.” You said as your hands reached towards his face and slowly caressed the skin there. He shook his head against your body, his body shaking as all the sounds from outside just grew louder. You placed a kiss to his unruly hair, letting him know that you weren’t going anywhere.

“It’s okay Kyle, I promise. How about I run a bath for us then make some popcorn and hot chocolate and we get under the covers and watch a movie?” You said, whispering into the boys ear as you caressed his back lightly.

He nodded against you and that was your sign to slowly pry your body from his grasp to run the bath.

While the bath was filling up, you added some bubble bath along with lighting some candles around your bathroom. Once the bath was filled up, Kyle instantly began tearing off his clothes and made his way into the bath, the water splashing around as he settled in. You soon reached for your clothes too and got into the tub with Kyle, your back pressed against his chest.

He took this as a sign to wrap his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder, the sounds from outside being nothing but a whisper to him now.

As you moved your hands through the warm, bubbly water, telling Kyle about your day, you began to feel him drawing shapes into your back. You thought nothing of it as he often drew shapes into your skin to calm himself down. Your interest was peaked though when you felt him write the following into your skin.

I ♡ You

You turned your head to the side as Kyle began speaking.

“I lo-love you.” He said as he nuzzled his face into your neck. Your heart swooned at his words, causing you to sit up and turn to face him. You pressed a kiss to his cheeks, then his forehead, his nose and finally his lips.

He smiled into the kiss before placing a loving kiss on your nose and showing off his dimples as he smiled.

“I love you too Ky.”

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