#peterblurbs

[userholland]

watching glee so i have a small idea, peter giving reader a promise ring :) or even the other way around!

pairing－ college!peter parker x fem!reader [established relationship]

contains－basically, just the reader and peter being shy and adorable! very cheeky ♡ (this is in honor of peter parker's b-day today so hope it's sugary sweet!)

word count－836

A year was a long time. Habits changed, people rotated out of your life and maybe even things in your routine have changed yet when it came to the idea of giving a promise ring－ Peter thought it was almost too soon.

At first, he rehearsed in his bathroom mirror what he was going to say at dinner. He couldn't just go out on a whim with his explanation for this small ring that was a big deal.

"Y/N, we've had the best year together and..." His smile fell, "No, that's bad." He cut himself off and tried to think of something else.

He paced for a good hour before rushing down to his nearby subway with a bouquet of flowers in hand. Even the strong scents on the cart couldn't distract him from what he deeply wanted to say.

He thought, I want to be with you for a long time and...

"Nope, still bad. Kind of creepy. Jesus..." Peter muttered under his breath, completely nervous with only three more stops until he had to get off and face, what felt like, his not-so finest hour.

Even walking down the sidewalk, he uttered the same words but in different sentences. Peter felt like he was just spiraling by this point, the room spinning around him as he stayed still. It was only until he knocked on the door that he realized he should have written something down.

"Aw, hey, babe." You grinned, "You got me flowers on your birthday?" You jeered, still taking the beautiful arrangement.

He shrugged, "I appreciate you. What can I say." Peter jeered.

You cracked a small smile before pecking his cheek, "Always so thoughtful. That's what I love about you, Parker."

After putting the flowers in a nice vase with some water, the two of you headed to the restaurant where you had reservations. The whole time, Peter fiddled with the small box in his pocket. When you went to the bathroom, he moved it from his pants pocket to his nice jacket, then back to his pants pocket.

When you came back, you smiled at him, "Don't get mad at me."

"Why would I get mad?" He innocently asked.

Before you could defend yourself, a group of waiters exited the kitchen doors and one of them held a plate with a piece of chocolate cake with ice cream on the side. The single candle's warm light highlighted their happy faces as they sang Happy Birthday.

You smirked, and Peter chuckled as a pink tinted on his cheeks.

He loved you so much and this was just another instance where his love grew a bit more than he thought it could.

It was his first birthday he wasn't alone. Since everyone had forgotten him by his own request, this past year was a memorable one with you and he wouldn't change a thing about it. This was why he needed to prove that you meant so much to him with the gift of a promise ring.

But, he knew he didn't want to do it in front of anyone else so, the two of you headed toward Washington Square Park. The sunset was beautifully setting as you sat down on a bench, watching a few people pass by and kids run around the fountain.

"Time to open your present." You grinned, setting the festive bag on his lap.

"Let me guess... socks." He chuckled.

You playfully punched his shoulder before he pulled up the gift out of the bag. His smile turned up when he unwrapped a Star Wars mug with R2D2 as the design.

"And there's another surprise inside it." You added.

Peter reached inside, seeing a small box (just like the one he had in his back pocket).

He opened the top, and it was a ring, but there was a necklace laced through it. You didn't.

"Is it a-"

"I know, I know. But, before you say anything, I just think things are going really well. Like, really well and... I love you, Peter."

You thought your face was on fire if you didn't know how oddly embarrassed you felt about confessing your feelings through a birthday gift.

He chuckled, feeling more relaxed, "Funny you should say that."

You furrowed your eyebrows as you watched him reach into his back pocket before pulling out the same size box. At first, you were shocked, but the both of you ended up making a laugh about it.

You slowly opened it, seeing a thin, silver band with three of your birthstone gems along it. Your heart thumped against your chest, full of love and pure adoration.

"First flowers, now a promise ring? Do I have to keep reminding you that it's still your birthday." You giggled, a bit teary-eyed.

"I love you, Y/N." He said. It was all he wanted to say with the purest and sweetest smile.

You tilted his chin before leaning in, sharing a passionate kiss before the sun set on a perfect, but coincidental, birthday.

[duskholland]

oh! or the spider-man kiss obviously... I’ve always wanted to do that xD

spider-man kiss with mr college!peter parker !!!! this melted my heart :’)

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

By the time you get out of your lecture, it’s dark outside, and the clouds are grey and threatening. You shoot off a text to Peter, your boyfriend, letting him know that you’re on your way to his apartment. It’s become a tradition that every Wednesday night, you spend the evening together—this is due to the fact that Peter has the day off from classes, so feels able to skip his evening patrols as he spends all day out in the city, swinging the streets.

It’s so cold outside that you find your breath puffing out in front of you, a silver cloud of icy fragments hanging in the air. You rub your hands together before tugging at the sleeves of your hoodie. It’s your favourite in your collection, coloured a dark burgundy hue. It’d been a gift from Pete for your birthday, and it still smells distantly of him from all the times you’d asked him to wear it, just so you can curl up into its sleeves and feel held by him like this. You’re sentimental like that, and he’s just head over heels enough to lean into it.

A few minutes into your journey, it starts to rain. You curse softly and tug up your hood, striding a little faster as the cool raindrops pelt your frozen face. When you reach the halfway point, you feel your phone vibrating in your pocket and dig around for it, almost dropping it through your slippery fingers before bringing it up to your ear.

“Hello?” You say.

“Hi, baby. Did you know that you look really cute today?”

You smile, looking up and around the street in front of you. It’s properly raining now—New York getting well and truly hammered by a storm. Visibility is low, and you feel your lips drop into a frown as you realise you can’t see your boyfriend.

“Where are you?” You ask.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Uh, yeah, Pete, I actually would,” you reply, grinning to yourself. “I could really use one of your hugs right now. It’s freezing out here.”

He chuckles down the line, and you have to take a moment to compose yourself as you listen to the cute sound of someone you love so much.

“Awww,” he coos. “That’s cute that you miss me. I miss you.”

“I mean, technically I miss your hugs, but I guess I miss you too.”

“Oh,” he exclaims, voice dramatic. “I see how it is. You’re only using me for my body.” He gasps, and it makes you laugh loudly.

“Shut up,” you tease. “You know I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” There’s a brief silence, and you know he’s smiling too. “Turn left down this alley. No— too far. Turn back, baby... Yeah. That’s the one.”

The line goes dead as soon as you follow the instruction, and you roll your eyes as you tuck your phone back into your pocket. You tentatively walk down the shadowy lane, treading the soggy ground between two apartment buildings, your hackles raised until you spot him, at the very end.

Peter is wrapped up in his suit, the black and red tones stark against the otherwise grey setting of the city. Despite the rain, he seems perfectly fine—suit just as vibrant as ever. He’s hanging upside down from a fire escape, head suspended in the air, and you watch as he waves at you, the movement so wild he almost dislodges himself.

You’re smiling as you jog down to him. You know you look like a bedraggled rat, with your hair stuck to your face and your form soaked with raindrops, but he doesn’t seem to care. You shiver as his gloved hands reach up to face, warm palms resting against your cheeks.

“I’m so jealous of you,” you murmur. “Your suit has built-in heaters.”

He’s suspended upside down at face level, and you nuzzle into him as he runs his fingers all over you. They slip back into your hair, and he gently tugs you closer, until you’re nose to nose. You sigh softly as you feel the heat coming from his figure.

“I love you,” he mumbles, voice sweet. “How were your classes?”

You shrug. “Long. Tiring. I’m cold now.” You look at the eyes of his suit and smile. “Can we go home?”

Peter hums. “Of course we can,” he says.

You step back as if to walk away, only to find yourself hesitating as you take in his position. From where he’s hanging from the fire escape, he is at face level. A thought starts to build in the back of your mind, and you step nearer.

“Wait, can we try something?” You ask, reaching up to run your hands over the spandex covering his face. Your fingers dip up and gently play with the bottom of the mask.

He hums softly, and you slowly peel up the bottom of his mask. Your eyes take in his pale skin, and then you tug the mask higher and reveal the soft pink curves of his lips.

“What are you doing?” He asks, the corners of his lips twitching up. You roll your thumbs over his mouth, and he chases your touch, pressing light kisses to your fingertips.

“Can I kiss you?” You mumble. “I miss your lips.”

Peter nods. “‘Course, baby. C’mere.”

You smile as you step forward and gently press your mouth to his. The angle is a little tricky, but you pay attention to his lower lip, kissing him with slightly more fervour as he responds with a hum of approval. His hands reach up and messily grab at your arms, and Peter pulls you nearer. You alternate between kissing his lower lip and his upper, before eventually letting it all melt together, savouring the feeling of his warm, soft lips and his gentle kisses. Raindrops roll over you both, and you can feel him smiling against you.

Eventually, you separate, distracted as a cold shiver rolls down your spine. You step back, and Peter slips down, landing on his hands and walking on them a few paces before he flips upright, stealing a final kiss before fixing his mask.

“That was new,” he says. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, and you sigh as warmth envelops you. “I liked it.”

“Same,” you moan, burying your face in his shoulder.

There’s quiet for a few moments before Peter pats your back gently.

“Let me swing you back,” he says. “It’s cold, and you’ll get sick if we stay out here.”

“Maybe I want to get sick,” you murmur, words coming out mumbled against his neck. “Then you’d stay in and hug me all day.”

He chuckles. “Well, if we go back now, I’ll stay in and cuddle you all night?”

You pull back, smiling. “Promise?”

He nods, hands settling at your waist. “Promise,” he affirms with a nod. You smile and hum in agreement before wrapping your arms around his torso and stepping closer.

“Don’t drop me, okay?”

Peter presses his covered lips to the top of your head, and you can almost feel him kissing you.

“I would never,” he promises, voice quiet. He tightens his grip on you, and you press your face further into his neck. You feel so safe in his arms. “Hang tight!”

[belovedholland]

congrats on 1k sweetheart!!

i have a blurb request! for peter with the fluff dialogue prompt: “texting you until midnight is nice, but being able to hold you until midnight is a thousand times better" 🤍

🌙 writing – send in a blurb request (info below).

Fluff 1 - 27. "texting you until midnight is nice, but being able to hold you until midnight is a thousand times better"

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Holding your body all night || pp.

W/c – 580

"Are you sure it's okay for me to stay over?" You asked Peter as you were both in his bed, watching Bridgerton. 

"Yeah, it's no problem." Peter had talked about you staying the night for some time now, and as much as you wanted to – you really did – you were for some reason also nervous. This would be a new very intimate step in your relationship.

"But what about May?"

"May won't be phased by it, I promise." Peter couldn't see a single reason as to why you shouldn't stay, but he still got the impression that something was in the way. "Do you not want to stay over?" Peter asked with a small pout.

"No! I definitely want to," you told him as you held his cheeks in your hands. "I'm sorry if I made it seem like I don't want to, cause I do. I just don't want to ruin your sleep."

"Why would sleeping over ruin my sleep?" Peter asked, generally confused.

"Well you deserve a good sleep after your patrol, you must be tired." You explained your thoughts to him.

"I promise you, you staying over will only make it better." He tilts your head up with his index finger on your chin, and moves down to plant a soft kiss on your lips. 

As the time passed, so did your nerves, Peter’s words helped a lot, and now you were just excited. You were still in his bed watching Netflix, though you had changed to Gilmore Girls. And now you were also laying down, Peter’s arms hugging your body from behind as he spooned you.

The time went by, and neither of you noticed how late it had gotten, that was until you yawned. 

"Tired?" Peter asked you with his soft voice.

"A little, what time is it?" Peter grabbed his phone, hitting the powerbuttun, and the screen lit up, clearly showing the time: 01.07 am. 

"We should probably go to sleep." He told you, you simply nodded your head. Peter placed a kiss to your cheek, as he shifted away from you, and got up from the bed. 

He went over to his drager, and pulled out his pyjama pants. You sat up in his bed, the covers laying over your lap, as you watched him change his pants. It was when he took off his shirt that you spoke up.

"Hand it to me." He turned around –abs on full display– and saw your arms that were extended, asking him to hand you his shirt, and he did so, no questions asked. 

You told him to turn around, as you removed your own shirt and bra, and replaced it with his. His cent overtaking everything else, but you weren’t complaining.

The two of you brushed your teeth standing next to each other, smiles shared through the mirror. And Peter told you over and over again, how good you looked in his shirt, though it was a little hard to understand him, as he tried speaking and brushing his teeth at once.

Not soon after, you were both lying under his covers. He laid on his back, as you were cuddling into his side, with your head on his chest. His strong arms were hugging your body impossibly closer to his own.

"Texting you until midnight is nice, but being able to hold you until midnight is a thousand times better," Peter whispered to you, and planted yet another kiss on your skin.

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[userholland]

peter parker kissing the back of ur hand cuz he knows it makes u shy 🥹🫶🏻 and doing other forms of intimacy like putting his arm around your shoulders (like back of the couch style hehe) just to see u get akfjksnfkd cuz he Loves it

pairing ↠ college!peter parker x female!reader [peter & reader live together!]

warnings ↠ just a lot of fluff and uh giving peter parker the love he deserves

forms of intimacy with peter parker ! ♡

forehead kisses

－ peter comes through the window, sometimes bruised and bloody, and all you want to do is hold his face. you wipe his painful tears with your thumbs and place a soft kiss on the center of his forehead. you know he deserves so much love and you always remind him that he needs to be more careful. but he finds comfort in your arms as his wrap around your hips.

giving love bites

－ whenever you're laying or cuddling on the couch, depending on whose the big or little spoon, you'll take the others hand and lightly bite it. yeah, its a bit weird, but it just is something that you two do. like a little tease and it always ends up being a bit of playful fight. sometimes, peter will bite your knuckles a bit but then trail kisses up your arm and you just melt under him.

arms around each other's waist

－ usually when you're in the kitchen cooking together or waiting in line at a museum or coffee spot, peter has a habit of wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. he'll put his head on your shoulder, both of you making small, silly talk and laughing to yourselves.

grocery shopping

－ getting your weekly groceries has become a domestic habit. you'll usually push the cart while peter will pick out what either you point out or the two of you will stand in an aisle for a bit longer discussing what you should get. you two will always try something new, or remember to pick up snacks that you'll put in peter's bag before he goes to his long GED classes (and spider-man adventures).

word puzzles

－ you'll sit between peter's legs, both of you trying to complete brain puzzles on your ipad or phone. usually peter will be spitting out answers, but you tease him when he's sometimes not right and he playfully argues as if he's being tested on it. you two try to do it more than watching tv, always trying to spend time with one another.

bonus: spider-man kisses (of course)

－ how couldn't he? he's too goddamn cheeky to not. he'll be trying to quickly get out the door, his books in one hand and his backpack strap falling down his shoulder onto his arm, but still ask you for a quick kiss. you'll lean your head back against the couch, and he presses a soft kiss before he leaves.

[userholland]

babe if it’s not too much trouble can you do a first time blurb with virgin peter (aged up ofc) i just feel like he’d be so nervous and shy and soft and 🥺

pairing ↠ college!peter parker x female!reader (18+, minors dni!)

contains ↠ dirty talk, sub!peter, hj + oral (m receiving), face sitting, teasing, soft & rough sex, encouragement (?)

a/n ↠ this is my first peter written thing ever (?) on this blog at least so. please no judging but i just think he's such a sub baby ok

Your lips were like velvet when Peter tasted them, hungry and craving more. With your legs straddling his hips, you bucked them a few times to create friction between you two. His hard pressed against in his jeans, whimpering when his cock twitched, but the ounce of pain was worth the pleasure that came after as you kept slowly grinding on him.

As your fingers carded through his thick curls, you pulled away and held your hand against his tinted-pink cheek.

His hands ran over your tank top, caressing your breasts then running his thumbs over your nipples pressing through the material. He left light kisses over the fabric before hesitantly pulling your tank top up to watch your breasts drop, then wrap his soft lips around your left nipple.

You rolled your eyes, his soft tongue swirling around then flicking it a few times. He was eager, still experimenting on what made you feel good, but from the harsh tug you gave to the back of his curls－ he kept going.

Arching your back, you let out a warm giggle before looking back down at him being so tender to your body. You continued to watch as Peter moved to your right nipple, using his other hand to caress and squeeze the left now.

At a slow pace, you pumped his cock and used his pre-cum as lubricant. He was so hard, his tip was bright red and you knew Peter could cum now, letting out pure whimpers while he let go from your soft palm. You adored to tease him while you could then give in when he said he couldn’t take it anymore.

Peter held his breath as you pressed a trail of wet kisses down his chest, abs then pushed down his briefs and sweats to his ankles. Comfortably, you leaned down, still pumping his hard, and wrapped your lips around his sensitive tip. His back was against the headboard, getting a great view as you swirled your tongue around the tip before taking him in your mouth. Your hand pumped what you couldn’t fit in, and Peter leaned his head back with a curse stuck in his throat.

His jaw clenched, “Fuck.”

The muffled sounds of your mouth moving up and down his cock was only heard, Peter’s eyebrows pushing together and tried to fight his urge to cum down your throat with how hot you looked. He slowly leaned up, moving your hair to the side so he could see your profile and how his thick cock filled your mouth.

You went at a slow pace, knowing he could only handle so much. Sucking the tip like a lollipop, you curled your lips around before releasing it and his cock laid against his stomach.

As you lean up, you straighten your back and giggle. Peter is dazed, his eyes hazy but he has a lazy smile painted on. He was in awe of your figure, how his hands ran up and down your sides so smoothly before pulling your hips toward him.

You hovered your pussy over his face, and his lips hesitantly wrapped around your swollen bud. While you wrapped your hands around his wooden headboard, his tongue flicked up and down your wet slit. With your sweet cum instantly on his tongue, he closed his eyes as he made out with your pussy’s lips and enjoyed your taste.

“Right there, baby. Your mouth makes me… feel so good.” You encouraged as he kept going.

His digits pressed into your skin, holding onto you tight as his tongue was deep in your cunt. You rolled your hips, slow and smooth, and the vibrations of his moan made you twitch. It was heavenly, wanting to cum on his face and let your legs give in before you collapsed.

“God, you’re gonna make me fucking cum if you keep going.” You whimpered, like a warning so he could figure out what move he wanted to make next.

With that, Peter kissed your inner thighs and you moved away, laying on your back toward the end of the bed. You stripped from your tank top, tossing it to the floor as Peter searched for a condom in his side drawer. You giggled as you watch him tear open the wrapper with his teeth, crawling back to the head of the bed to lay down for him.

As he carefully rolled the condom on, the latex felt cold, but he made sure it was on properly. His face slowly got red when you spread your legs, allowing him to comfortably position himself on top of you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, sharing a few rough kisses before he pressed his forehead against yours.

"Do you want to do this, baby?" You asked him, making sure he was comfortable.

He nodded, "Yes... I want to, babe." He almost sounded breathless, like his heart in his throat.

The anticipation to have sex had been a question in your lives for a while. There were a few times where you were close until you either forgot to buy condoms or you were too tired. Final exams made it no better, but with them over, it was only right to let out all the stress and feelings that were building up in your relationship. No one made either of you feel so comfortable, and you wanted to show it by guiding Peter and showing him there was no shame to ask for help.

You grinned before meeting him for a kiss, soft and slow ones to make him and his body relax before you reached between your legs to hold his cock. As you pressed his tip between your folds, you eased your way as there was pressure from how tight you were.

Peter grunted, the warm and insulated feeling of your pussy around his tip for a tease.

A part of you was hesitant, but once you pushed his hard in your pussy further, a light moan left your mouth as he slid right in and stilled yourself.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck... shit." He mumbled, his hands pushing into your sides.

With your forehead pressed against his, you held his face as you began to grind into him and being very cautious where you move from here.

Naive and shy, Peter's face started to turn pink again, and took in the moment as it was happening. He grunted, moaned, anything he could produce from the little speaking he was capable of. He was a pure mess as he stroked into you, deep and slow, with his hands pushing into the mattress.

"Your cock... feels so good, baby." You whimpered, “Keep going...”

He wasn't good at dirty talk, but his teeth sunk into your open neck to muffle himself.

Grunting into your ear, you dug your nails into his back, unable to hold onto him tight enough as he filled you up. You rolled your eyes, and curled your toes, kissing his cheek with moans slipping in between your pants.

Beads of sweat coated his forehead, wetting his curls. You linked your legs behind his back by the ankles, pulling him in closer every time you felt his cock enter your folds. He was getting tired, but still not ready to orgasm with how warm and amazing your pussy felt. His thrusts became sloppy so, you shifted the weight to your bodies as you rolled over to straddle him.

He looked exhausted, catching his breath, but still scrunching his face together.

After your nails grazed his chest, you lightly pushed your palms into his skin as you rode him. Bobbing your body back and forth, Peter ran his hands up your backside, kneading your ass when you threw your head back.

You were so close, just as well as him, and you ran your fingers over your hair as you rose high over him by straightening your back. Your thighs burned as you bounced on his cock, taking his hand to rub your clit at any pace he could while his other hand held on your hip. The sight of you on top of him was ethereal, the glow of the warm lamp on his desk behind your figure.

"I'm gonna cum. Fuck, I'm gonna cum." Peter lowly moaned, then quickly followed with, "I'm cumming, fuck, fuck!"

His thick, white cum filled the condom inside you still, bucking his hips from the pleasure stored inside him from the orgasm. His eyebrows pushed together as well as his jaw clenched, holding still inside you the last few pumps his cock had. Your pussy clenched around his dick, taking deep breaths before slowly pulling away from him. A drip of his cum trailed down your slit, and Peter turned pink once more as he watched it when you laid down opposite of him with your head at the end of the bed again.

Peter rubbed up your leg, kissing up your body– mirroring what you did earlier. As he leaned on top of you, heat radiated off your skin. Giggles filled the room from the two of you, smiling against each other's lips. As you parted with a slow kiss, you trailed your fingers down sweat, tracing Peter's chest and abs.

“Pretty good for your first time.” You teased, still a bit breathless.

[duskholland]

a soft, giggly, drunk makeout sesh sounds so damn good rn

I wrote this with college!pete and had a great time. thank you so much for requesting !! cw: alcohol.

—clearing out the askbox—

When Peter had come over to your dorm carrying a bottle of Asgardian liquor, you’d been sceptical. Your boyfriend’s special enhancements have meant he’s struggled with college, his metabolism burning through alcohol before it even touches him. The nights you’ve spent together out with your friends at clubs or bars have always been a little lacklustre for him, as, try he might, Peter Parker can’t get drunk.

Or, rather, he couldn’t, until he’d popped the cap of Thor’s special thousand-year-old brew and started taking shots. Now it’s a little after midnight and you’re both completely wasted, sitting on the floor of your dorm room, your backs against the foot of your bed. You’re glad your roommate is staying the night at her girlfriend’s, because you and Peter are being loud.

“You’re so handsome,” you say, pouting softly as you look at him. With the hand not currently clutching Peter’s, you reach up and drag a few warm fingers through his curls, messing them up and cooing. “Prettiest boy in the world.”

Peter giggles, his face already pink but darkening to a deep rose as he smiles bashfully at you. “Stop it,” he replies, nuzzling his face into your hand when you shift it to his cheek. “You’re the prettiest person ever.”

“Not possible.”

Suddenly, you decide you want to be closer to him, your heart aching for more. With your head spinning, you sit up straighter, feeling a little dizzy despite being sat on the floor, and you tighten the grip you have on his hand.

“What’re you doin’, baby?” Peter’s accent comes out thicker, slurring, full of amused concern as he watches you shuffle forward.

“Wanna be closer to you,” you say. Reluctantly you let go of his warm hand as you shuffle closer again, clumsily lifting a leg over Peter’s thighs so you can settle in his lap comfortably. When he realises what you’re trying to do, your boyfriend helps you out, both of his hands going to your waist and helping you up, pulling you into his lap. “There,” you announce.

Peter pushes his forehead against yours, giggling when your noses touch.

“You’re even prettier up close,” he tells you, whispering it like it’s a secret. “HD, baby.”

You rest your palms on his shoulders, fingers taking in the soft lines of his striped orange and green top. When your eyes drop closed, you take a moment to focus on him: his light cologne, drifting through the air, the presence of his skin, pushing against your forehead, his hands, firm and grounding, on your waist.

“I love you so much,” you whimper, feeling your eyes tear up. “So much, Pete. I might cry.”

Peter pulls away and you whine, lazily opening your eyes to look at him. He swims in your unshed tears, looking at you with a soft pout on his face.

“Don’t cry,” he says, voice wavering. “I love you too. Why are you crying?”

“Because I love you so much, and you’re too cute.” You fist at his shirt, your heart clenching in your chest. You’re so drunk that everything feels amplified, and in the moment, you can’t quite comprehend just how much adoration you feel towards the boy underneath you.

“You’re cute.” Peter leans in, dusting your face with kisses. When two stray tears drip down your cheeks, he catches them with his lips, causing you to giggle. As your mood lightens, you move your hands up into his hair, holding on as you start to laugh harder, enjoying the funny fluttering sensation of his mouth kissing you, over and over, going from your cheeks to your forehead to your nose. When he eventually circles back to your mouth, you kiss him back, eagerly.

It’s a very messy kiss, full of bright smiles and tasting of alcohol. Your teeth bang a few times, and your nose keeps getting in the way, but it’s perfect because it’s Peter, and as you both giggle and continue to steal quick, imperfect kisses from the other, you just curl closer to him. His tongue slips into your mouth and you whimper, enjoying every second that you spend wrapped up in his arms.

“I love you,” Peter tells you, voice clear and firm. His hands are back on your face, and he pulls you back so he’s able to stare into your eyes properly. His beautiful brown eyes are slightly bloodshot, but you know he’s speaking earnestly. “Love you more than anyone else on this planet.”

You smile, nodding your head, feeling your heart thumping in your chest.

“Love you too, Pete.” There’s a brief pause, and it’s so funny that you both end up giggling again. “We’re going to be so hungover tomorrow.”

[duskholland]

could you maybe do a college!Peter blurb where y/n gets really tired and falls asleep halfway through a project, so he puts her to bed and it's just really fluffy?

-- clearing out the askbox: peter edition -- 

“Y/N… Are you sure you want to be working on this right now?” Peter’s got a concerned frown on his face as he looks up at you. He’s sitting cross-legged in the centre of your living room, textbooks and sheets of scientific formula covering the carpet around him. 

“Hm?” You blink a few times, his words taking a few moments to sink in. Peter loves you, and he thinks you look adorable, always, but he can tell you’re tired. As you lay over your sofa on your back, glaring at a textbook, he knows you’re barely awake. You keep yawning, your eyes disengaged as they read the same page, over and over again. “Yeah, yeah… I’m fine.”

It’s halfway through the semester, and it’s reached the point where the two of you are drowning in lab work, essays, and assignments. Peter knows that you’re running on fumes and caffeine, working tirelessly as you try desperately to stay on track with your studies, and as much as he admires you for your strong work ethic, he wishes you’d slow down and rest. 

So… Maybe that’s why he’d suggested you study at yours tonight, and he’d spent all evening trying to get you to calm down. He’d made you dinner, given you a shoulder massage - hell, he’d even let you put a face mask on him as he’d tried to get you to relax. But it’d still ended up here - you, settled up on the sofa, indignant that you’re going to get through your readings before you go to bed. 

“You’re falling asleep, baby,” he points out. 

You tilt your head to the side, your tired face relaxing into a smile the moment you meet his eyes. 

“I’m talking to you, so I must be awake,” you reply, quirking an eyebrow, “unless you’re just the man of my dreams.”

Peter snorts, running a hand through his hair as he looks at you, rolling his eyes. “Smooth,” he mutters, drumming his pen on his knee. “Jus’ checking. We can stop whenever you want, remember. Don’t wanna tire you out.”

“I’m fine,” you mumble, bringing your eyes back to the textbook after shooting him a soft smile. “Thanks, though. Love you.”

Peter hums. “Love you too, honey.”

He watches, amused, as you spend thirty seconds staring at the book, before softly relaxing. First, you rest the textbook on your stomach, then you sink down into the sofa, using one hand to bring a blanket over your figure. Next, you reach up and pull your hoodie over your head, snuggling further into the couch cushion and sighing gently. Your eyelids start to droop, and though you seem to try and fight it, Peter hears your heartbeat slow as you drift off into sleep. 

He can’t help but swoon as he looks at you, grinning as he takes you in - knocked out, jaw half-open as your soft breaths drift through the air. He immediately puts down his textbook and stands up, pulling out his phone and cooing as he snaps a few shots of you snuggled up on the sofa. He walks to your bedroom as he sets one of them as his new lockscreen, and then he gets to work. 

Peter knows your nighttime routine almost as well as you. He knows you like your blinds open but your curtains drawn closed, knows you can’t sleep if your wardrobe door is even the slightest bit open. He tidies up some of the clothes you’d left strewn across the floor, then he moves the books from your bed and organises your bedside table. His final task is pulling back your duvet and fluffing up your pillows, then he walks back out into the living room and pauses by your figure.

Trying his best not to disturb you, Peter gently pulls the textbook off your stomach and then picks you up, his super strength making the task easy. In your sleep, you nuzzle your head into his chest, and he has to make a very conscious effort not to melt right there and then. You are so cute.

He lays you down in the centre of your bed, eyes watching you for any sign of life. You seem to be completely asleep, so he’s quiet and slow as he rolls the crinkling duvet up and over you, tucking it up to your chin. Peter then leans a little closer and brings his lips to your forehead, letting his mouth linger against your warm skin. 

“Sweet dreams, baby,” he mumbles, voice soft. He goes to step back, only to startle when you crack open one sleepy eye.

“Stay,” you whine, voice cracking from fatigue. “Please?”

And you blink up at him so softly, how could he ever say no?

“Okay,” he whispers. “Do you need anything before I get in?”

You shake your head, pulling a hand out from beneath the duvet to open it up wide. You pat the mattress, lips quirking into a tired smile. “Just you.”

Peter’s glad that he’d already changed into comfier clothes, and he walks around the bed, closing your bedroom door and turning off the light as he goes. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and plugs it in at the wall, setting an alarm for the morning before finally, finally clambering into bed beside you. Before sinking into the sheets, he pulls off his hoodie, knowing that you always love nuzzling your face against his warm chest.

As expected, the moment there’s a chance, you roll over, clinging to Peter like a koala. You throw one of your legs over his thighs and nestle your head in the crook of his arm, resting a cheek up against his side. 

“You’re so warm,” you mumble. “Big teddy bear.” But you don’t settle. You keep shuffling around, not relaxing, and it brings a frown to Peter’s face.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, bringing a hand to rest on the back of your head. It’s dark, but he knows you’ve got a frown on your face.

“Still got my bra on,” you complain, groaning softly at the realisation. “Fuck.” You wriggle again, moving away from Peter completely. He can hear your struggle. “Can’t- ugh, I can’t get it, ‘m gonna have to get up.”

“Hey.” Peter reaches out, hand finding your shoulder. “D’you want me to get it?”

“Please.”

Working in the dark is tricky, but Peter manages to curve a hand beneath the bottom of your hoodie. You arch your back, and his nimble fingers slip up to release the clasp. The moment it bursts free, you sigh contentedly. 

“Thank you,” you say, and Peter moves away as you manage to get the straps down your arms and wriggle it from beneath your jumper. He chuckles when you throw it, and then hears the unmistakable sound of pens being knocked over as it clatters over your desk. “Shit.”

“Go to sleep,” Peter urges, turning over to face you. His hands go to your waist, gently rolling you over until you’re settled on your side too, and he loops his arms around you properly so he can spoon you. Peter presses his face into the back of your neck, smiling as you relax into him.

“M’kay,” you say, sighing easily. You yawn, and then you reach down to link your fingers with his. Peter smiles as you roll your thumb over the back of his hand. “Sweet dreams, Pete.”

He kisses the back of your head, the scent of your mango shampoo drifting over him. His heart beats warmly in his chest.

“Sweet dreams, baby.”

[userholland]

oooo for your blurb sleepover could i request a peter parker soft/ giggly smut where their just smiling and laughing during sex bc they love each other and they keep doing silly stuff

needed to write something and this is cute as hell so pls enjoy <3

pairing ⇢ mcu!peter parker x reader

word count ⇢ 700+

smut included, minors dni!

smut warnings ⇢ m&f sex, overstimulation, cursing

With your chest pressed to his, your arms coiled around Peter’s neck while you straddled him. A tingle shivered up his spine when he felt your cold hands trail up his neck, your fingers carding through his curls. The light pull at his soft hair caused him to bite your bottom lip, your noses brushing against one other’s before he pulled away.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… bite your lip..” He said cautiously, his hands rested on your hips.

You giggled, nodding your head, “It didn’t hurt, babe. I liked it…”

He smiled in relief, “Oh, okay. Cool…” Peter chuckled.

Heat rose to your cheeks, feeling it warm up your face before you ran your finger along the curls lying on Peter’s forehead. You moved them out of the way, both of you smiling and light giggles lapping over before you tilted your head back in. His lips were soft, so bliss and perfect as his strong hands moved up your sides.

Peter was delicate with you, like fragile glass and his fingers lightly grazed your back before squeezing your skin that felt like silk. He pushed your hips against his, you heat syncing on his cock and your teeth lightly sank into his bottom lip to hide your sweet moan. Both of you paused, his tongue was soft, your hungry kiss between you two as you continued rolling your hips in sync with his. His nails grazed his abdomen, trailing over his bruises and scars painted down his body. He always said it didn’t hurt, but you were still careful with how you held him just like he about you.

Already overwhelmed, Peter’s lips didn’t move much from the tension in his groin. He head feel, your chin at the same level at the top of his curls, his mouth leaving light kisses against your shoulder as he pulled your bra strap down. The two of you weren’t in a rush, trying to take your time but it was hard not to fall apart from the tension. Peter lifted his head back up, pressing his lips against yours once more and your teeth clicked together.

“Shit, sorry.” He apologized again, a bit out of breath.

Giggling again, you smiled against his lips, “It’s okay, babe… God, you feel so good.”

Peter became flustered, but he chuckled, “I love you… so much.”

“I love you too, baby… Don’t stop. Please...” You breathed, your forehead pressed against his as the two of you picked up your pace. Your laughter and giggles blurred into sweet moans and muffled whines. You lead the way, Peter following your rhythm before he paused his lips against yours and your body slowly withered. 

Your eyebrows pushed together, “Fuck, fuck! I’m cumming.” Your lips against his ear.

His hands held you as you shook, his fingers pushing into your skin as you vibrated from the electric sensation pulsing throughout your body. He left out a trail of groans when your pussy’s walls clench around his hard one last time.

You two caught your breaths, his dick warm from still being inside you and feeling your wetness coated around him. You pressed a soft kiss on his forehead, leaving a few down his face until you got to his lips and both of you, exhausted, still let out a few giggles. It was intimate, so perfect, and his laugh was purely angelic.

Lifting yourself off him, you roll on your side and he lays on his, catching his breath. You traced your finger against the hickey you left on his chest, “You know, you don’t have to apologize so much.”

“I know, but I just wanna make sure I’m not hurting you.” His brown eyes shifted, sealing his lips when he glanced at you.

You smiled, “You’re never going to hurt me. I promise, baby.” You reassured.

Peter took your hand, kissing your knuckles, trailing them up your arm and you pulled yourself closer. Laying your head on his chest, you naturally curled around him with his arm snug around your shoulders to hold you. He left a kiss on the top of your hair and smiled to himself, not able to compare this moment to anything else. There was so much safety in his arms, not wanting to let go when morning came.

[userholland]

hey! can i request a peter parker blurb for your sleepover where peter & the reader are best friends & he gets hurt after a fight and the reader takes care of him? then maybe finds out that he’s spiderman? love u & ur writing <3

here we go to start it off! a little late, but hope it’s good <3

pairing ⇢ mcu!peter parker x reader

word count ⇢ 1.5k

guidelines for the blurb night! ✨

The microwave beeped frantically as you rushed over, pressing on Peter’s contact and putting your phone between your ear and shoulder. As you extended one arm out, you listened to the pending rings until it went straight to voicemail. Your lips went to the side as you ripped open the steaming bag, listening to his sweet, recorded voice.

“It’s Peter, leave a message!”

“Hey Peter... where are you? I’m starting to get worried… let me know if you’re okay.” You replied with your arm tucked under your other then slipping your phone out, pressing end.

It wasn’t weird that Peter didn’t answer, but it was getting close to an hour since he was supposed to be at your apartment for your movie night. Throughout the time you’ve known him, you called him “The Flash”. Always there one second, then gone the next. It bewildered you how quick he could disappear, almost mysterious how well he could slip past you with your back turned. Was someone sick in his family? Does he live a double life? or was he just naturally flighty?

None of the things that popped into your head made sense because they didn’t match who Peter was. Since the day you met him in the library, his head low in a book and stacks of others crowding the table. It wasn’t him that noticed, but more it was his laptop that looked like it was barely held together with a piece of duct tape on the cover and a Stark Industries sticker over it.

“Speed reading?” You asked him as you walked up.

He lifted his head, his eyes bright brown, and his cheeks flared pink, “Uh, no. Just interested…” He gulped, “Uh, did you want one? Because I-”

“No, no, just wanted to know… I’m Y/N.” You introduced yourself to the nervous boy.

“Peter.. Peter Parker.” He half-smiled, a light chuckling trailing.

You thought that, at least, tonight, you could have a few hours with him without there being a disappearing act when he goes to get something to drink. You sighed as you set the popcorn bowl on the coffee table, turning around to move the decorative pillows for more room. As you tossed one of them on the lounge chair, a few knocks echoed against your door which made you jump.

“Shit.” You hissed under your breath, quickly walking over.

Anticipated, you opened the door and smiled at Peter. His hood was over his head, casting a shadow over his face along with the warm lighting in the hall to his back.

“Hey! I left you a message, I was getting worried.” You giggled, your hand holding the door open still.

“Yeah, sorry. I just got held up somewhere.” Peter cleared his throat, lifting his head.

You furrowed your eyebrows, “Hey, what’s wrong? Did something happen?” You asked, crossing your arms infront of your chest, but Peter deflected and walked into your apartment.

Peter was relieved to feel the warm, slowly thawing out how frozen his fingers felt. He rubbed them together before you walked up to him and stood infront of him concerned, almost cornering him from your worry.

“Peter, what’s going on?” You asked again.

He glanced at you, but he finally pulled down his hood and you were surprised at the dark purple bruise under his left over and the small cut by the start of his jaw.

Your eyebrows pushed together “What the hell happened? Do I need to call the police?”

Peter quickly nodded, “No, no! I’m fine, I swear, I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not! You have a black eye and a scar.” You persisted, but Peter tried to defuse the situation.

“I’m okay, look at me, I’m fine, Y/N.” He said with his voice cracking.

You sighed, “Then where did you go? Who hurt you? What hurt you?” You tried to get an answer out of him.

Peter sat down on the couch, the words on the tip of his tongue, so you slowly sat next to him and waited for an answer. It scared you how he didn’t want to say anything, wondering what trouble he was in that he could show up like this with no explanation.

“I’m sorry for… the questions. I just-- what’s going on with you? Talk to me..” You calmly asked sharing a glance with Peter.

He licked his lips then bited the inside of his cheek, “I…”

His voice sounded like a broken record at first, not able to get his words out before he took a deep breath and his eyes closed.

“I’m Spider-man.” Peter said, his eyes still closed and his jaw clenched.

A small smile curled on your lips, “Okay, I was kidding about The Flash thing.” You chuckled.

“No, I… I’m Spider-man.” He trailed, his eyes looking into yours. The waterlines of his eyes were bright pink along with the whites of his eyes. He looked exhausted the more you glared, wanting to believe him right now, but it was the, if not the most, absurd things you’d ever heard.

“Why are you lying about something like this? That’s not funny, Peter.” You said, standing up and walking away.

Peter quickly stood, “Hey, hey, hey! I’m sorry for telling you like this, but I don’t wanna keep lying to you. You’re my friend, Y/N.”

“Then, why right now? After all this time?”

“Because I wanted to protect you! You think it didn’t hurt not to say anything. I’m just, I’m just getting out in the open now. I want you to know now.”

You turned to him, his arms out and it was just hard to see him injured. Out of anyone, he was the one who didn’t deserve it, but you could tell he’d take a punch for standing up for something he cared about. The whole idea of him being a superhero though baffled you, still not sure if he was telling the truth, but why would he lie about it? But, lying, obviously, seemed what he was best at to your surprise.

“...You’re really Spider-man?”

“A hundred percent.”

You narrowed your eyes, “Prove it.”

He sighed, “I… can’t.”

“If you can’t then why else should I trust what you say?”

You turned around to go to the front door, but you paused when a rush of wind hit against your skin and you now stared at a huge sticky, white webbening material covering the doorknob before you grabbed it. Your mouth gaped, not sure if it was real, but when you turned back around, Peter lowered his flexed hand that pointed to the door. His fingers lowered against the button on the shooter around his wrist, his flannel sleeve covering it as he brought his arm back to his side.

“Well, you proved it…” You said, still in shock.

“I have the suit in my backpack if you need more evidence.” He said, back to his sarcastic self.

You slowly walked back over to him, but you left a light slap against his shoulder.

“You scared me half to death.” You groaned, but he chuckled in reply.

“What? You wanted to jump out the window and prove it that way?”

“Ah, as soon as you get on my good side, the sarcasm comes right out.” You jeered, but you rolled your eyes as he lightly touches his eye. “C’mhere.” You sighed, holding his hand and leading him to the kitchen. He sat on the chair, leaning his back against the back and it elevated the pain in his feet.

“Here, Mr. Superhero.” You said, handing him a bag of frozen peas.

“Were you expecting this?” He joked, carefully placing the bag to his eye.

You lowered down, getting the first aid kit under the sink, “I thought Spider-man would be a little older. Not some college kid acting like New York is his playground.” You jeered back, cracking a smile as you opened the plastic box.

“Well, I’m sorry to… worry you. I really didn’t want to.” Peter shrugged, his eyes connected to yours.

You applied neosporin on the bandaid with a cotton swab, “So, I’m just expecting you to come to my window when you get bruised in battle?” You giggled, lifting his chin lightly to look at his cut.

“It would be more help than me doing it by myself. It’s not a pretty sight.”

Another tender giggle left your lips, but you rolled on the bandaid to cover the wound on his jaw, “I’ll leave my window unlocked then.”

After you lightened the mood with a long talk about the news, you two were able to let yourselves relax for the rest of the night you had. Peter had a hard time sitting still, sensitive to what was going on in the city around him, but he felt comfortable with his arm around you and watching a great sci-fi movie. You’d had moments like this, simple ones in the library and doodling on his notes or getting breakfast from your favorite coffee shop before commuting back home on the subway. He knew it wouldn’t be this easy all the time, but he enjoyed it while he could and knew you always be in his corner.

[duskholland]

bed sharing w/ peter?? maybe like one of the other avengers walks in on y’all napping together and they’re like 🥺 young love 🥺

this is such a cute concept pls :’)))

-- it’s blurb night --

It’s a sight that’d make even the coldest heart melt, Tony thinks.

You’re curled up in Peter’s bed, your hair strewn messily across the pillow and a lazy smile pressed to your sleeping lips. The warm duvet is bunched up beneath your chin, and the sounds of your small, content snuffles fill the air as you sleep.

Beside you is Peter, your ‘best friend’. Tony grins wickedly. It’s so obvious to everyone at the compound that neither of you are content with that platonic title, but you’re both too stubborn to cave and admit your feelings. However, it would seem that your sleeping forms are less reluctant to stay apart, because Peter’s laying on top of the duvet, facing you, sleeping with his hand clasping yours. Your fingers are gently intertwined, as it seems even in sleep your hearts can’t stand being too far away, and the sight is really too pure to handle.

Tony slips from the room, closing the door gently. When he turns around and sees the room full of Avengers, he cracks a large smirk.

“$200 he tells her today,” he says decidedly.

Sam crosses his arms, raising an eyebrow in question. “No way. Parker’s too much of a wimp.”

Tony shakes his head. “$400!” He proclaims.

“You’re crazy,” Steve mutters, exchanging a look with Sam.

“No.” Tony rocks back on his heels, grinning widely to himself. “They’re so in love, it’s sickening. If he doesn’t tell her by the end of the day, I will.”

The room descends into chaos, as each member of the team chimes in with their opinion on the tower’s youngest, budding couple. Little do any of them know, Tony left the door slightly ajar, and the sounds of their voices have woken both you and Peter up, right in time to hear the weighted exclamation of they’re so in love!

You glance at Peter, wide-eyed and suddenly wide awake as you take in the way your fingers are linked with your best friend. He looks just as frazzled as you feel, his cheeks a rosy pink and his brown eyes skittering nervously across your face.

“Is it...true?” You ask, voice a tired croak. You shift a little nearer, craving more of Peter’s warm touch.

Peter nods slowly, his face the picture of nerves. “I love you, Y/N,” he admits slowly, the words sliding together. You hear him gulp nervously. “I’m sorry if that makes this weird-”

You cut him off with a soft kiss, your entire body sighing in relief as you feel your best friend’s warm, tender lips moving over yours. Peter wraps you in his arms and brings you nearer, your mouths slotting together perfectly.

“I love you too,” you mumble against him, your heart doing happy flips in your chest. Peter’s gentle hand slips up to cup your cheek, and he looks at you so delicately it’s as if he’s holding the universe.

(Needless to say, when you emerge from Peter’s room later that afternoon, your hand wrapped snugly in his, Tony is ecstatic to start collecting his winnings.)

[duskholland]

Ooh ok what about peter finally has a day off from school/hero saving/etc and instead of doing errands or something he knows he should be doing, he just makes the reader stay in bed and snuggle with him all day?

thank u for humouring me -- 

Peter Parker x reader; lazy makeout sesh

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The day after high school graduation is spent in Peter’s bed.

Aunt May leaves for work early in the morning, and immediately Peter sneaks in from his makeshift bed on the sofa to curl up beside you. Bleary and half-asleep, you turn over and snuggle into his arms, his lips breezing across your forehead as he mumbles sweet words of love and affection to your hairline.

When you finally wake up, a little after 11am, you spend a while tracing your fingers over the soft lines of Peter’s relaxed face. He's snoring gently as you trace his jaw and his chin and his cheeks, your touch light but purposeful as you try to memorise every inch of his beautiful, adorable face. With a golden glow pouring into the room from a crack in the curtain, Peter's hair seems warmer and softer, somehow, and after you’ve finished dragging your light fingertips over his cupid's bow, you reach up and slip your fingers into his silky curls.

Peter cracks open one sleepy eye. “What’re you doin?”

“Admiring my boyfriend.”

The duvet rustles as he brings his hands up. His slender, warm fingers wrap around your wrists and he tugs you forward, a loud gasp falling past your mouth as he pulls you gently on top of him, your thighs falling either side of his body as he shifts your hands to his firm chest.

“You’re cute,” he tells you, causing your lips to quirk into a smile. “I’m staying here with you all day.”

You bite your lip as he gently trails his fingers over your waist, finding home in the curves of your hips and squeezing you softly.

“Don’t you have other stuff to do?” You ask him sadly. You love Peter with all of your heart, but you know that your boyfriend has responsibilities greater than simply lazing around in bed with you.

“Nope.” His lovely pink lips split into a smile. “Mr Stark said I can take the day off to celebrate graduation.” Peter pulls you down, his lips brushing over yours as he adds, “And there is nothing else I’d rather be doing today than laying around here, with my lovely, cute, adorable girlfriend. Is that alright?”

You giggle against his lips as your fingers curl into his hair, and then you’re kissing him. Peter’s mouth is your favourite place. The feeling of his lips gliding over yours, warm and chapped, but oh, so soft, and the small sounds of enjoyment he makes as you kiss him back make your heart pulse in your chest. His tongue slips into your mouth and he deepens the moment, your heart beating furiously in your chest as you kiss him, and his perfect, lovely mouth.

“Stay in bed all day, huh?” You eventually say, stealing a few warm kisses between words.

Peter, with his brown eyes wide open and dancing with adoration, nods. “Please,” he whines, squeezing your hips, “Jus’ wanna be with you.”

You press a small, loving peck to his mouth as you smile. “I think that can be arranged.”

-

m-list

[duskholland]

Some comfort Peter when your suppppper sad?

-- clearing out my inbox -- 

(warnings: y/n's having a bit of A Day but I promise she'll be okay)

It’s just been one of those days. The missed-your-bus, forgot-your-umbrella, late-for-class kinda days. The kind of day that leaves you feeling low, hollow and utterly exhausted.

By the time you stagger back home, not even the inviting sight of your bed can pull you out of your horrible mood. As you wallow beneath the warm duvet, your thoughts descend, and you start feeling really, really sad. Before you know it, you're crying, everything catching up to you, and your hands are shaking as you reach down to pick up your phone.

You go back and forth for a while, trying to decide if it’s worth texting your boyfriend, Peter. Last time you’d had a bad day, he’d made you promise to let him know so he could be there for you, but you feel reluctant to disturb his evening. You’ve got your lower lip pulled between your teeth as you ponder it profusely, and you're glad when your decision's made for you as your phone lights up with a text.

Pete: hey, MJ said you seemed sad in class. is everything okay? can I come over?

His concern for you bring on a fresh set of hot tears, but you’re quick to reply affirmatively.

Pete: okayyy, will b five mins

Pete: I love you

As you wait for Peter, you sit up against the headboard and pull on the sleeves of your hoodie. It’s a lovely forest green colour, and it makes you think of Peter because he’d got it for you for your last birthday. It’s like you’re being hugged by your boyfriend, and it's a worthy substitute until you hear the telltale noise of a figure outside your window, and you watch him slowly pull it up.

“Y/N,” Peter greets, staggering over the window-frame. He’s in the Spidey suit, but the mask is already off, and you giggle quietly as you watch the expression of concentration that seizes hold of Peter’s features as he tries not to drop the things in his hands. “What’s wrong, baby?”

Peter looks up at you, his brown curls lying messily across his forehead and his brown eyes wide with concern, and something inside you snaps. Your chin wobbles for a brief second, and then you’re crying again, burying your head in your hands as you bring your knees to your chest. Immediately you hear him drop his things at the bottom of the bed and then Peter almost throws himself at you, burrowing down into the bed beside you. He pulls you in, the gloved hands of his suit curling around your back as he places you carefully in his lap, your face going to nestle in the crook of his shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” you stammer out, your voice thick with tears. He shushes you softly, a hand resting on the back of your head as he holds you close.

“Don’t apologise for being sad,” he mumbles against you. “Let it out, baby. I’m here. I’ve got you.”

Your eyes sting and your head pounds, but the way he holds you like you’re precious cargo takes the edge off. Peter has you curled so closely to him that it’s hard to tell where you stop and he begins, but you like it like that. It’s as if you’re fully cocooned, smothered by his love, and his care for you, and it makes you feel safe.

After a while, your tears dry up, and you slowly retract your face from his shoulder. You blink quickly as your eyes readjust to the bright lights of your room.

“Hey there,” Peter mumbles, his voice soft. He fiddles with a button on his suit, and then the gloves fall away from his hands. With a warm touch, he brings his thumbs to your cheeks and slowly, carefully, flicks your tears away, one by one. “How are you feeling?”

You manage a weak shrug, your teeth brushing over your tender lower lip. “I feel sad,” you admit, voice a little lost. “Had a bad day.” Your nose burns as you feel another tear slip from your right eye, and Peter leans in close to kiss at your cheek. His soft mouth brushes away the tear, and you feel your heart pulse in your chest.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asks you, eyeing you carefully. His hands move down to sit on your waist, slipping beneath your hoodie so he can press gentle, loving circles over the bottom of your back.

You shake your head. “It hurts,” you tell him, voice hoarse. He releases a small noise, almost a whimper, and looks at you like he wants to scoop you up in his arms and protect you forever.

“I brought food, and- and DVDs, and, um, your favourite blanket from my place. But we can just sit here, and I can hug you if you want, or we could go to sleep.” He breaks off, a small smile breaking across his thin lips as he dives in to kiss your cheek again. His mouth slips back to your ear, and his warm breath fans out across your neck as he adds, “I love you so much, baby. I’m here for you, no matter what.”

His words bring a lump to your throat, but this time it isn’t as heavy. You manage a weak smile, and Peter pulls back to kiss your forehead a few times.

“Thanks, Pete,” you whisper. “You’re so good to me.”

He just pulls you closer, wrapping you up safely in his arms and cradling you against his chest. “Of course,” he says, like it’s the most natural thing in the world, “You’re my best girl. I’d do anything for you.” He kisses the crown of your head, letting his lips linger there. “I just want you to feel better.”

[duskholland]

"You make me want things I can’t have." "I think you’re just afraid to be happy." with whoever please:)

I went angsty (but eventually fluffy) peter parker ! thanks so much for requesting emily :)

-- continuing blurb night --

Peter looks surprised when he opens his front door and finds you standing there, a bunch of fresh daisies held in your hands.

“Y/N?” He asks, his eyebrows knitting together. He tilts his head to the side as his wide brown eyes trace all across your face. “What are you doing here?”

You give him a shy smile and pass him over the flowers. “Saw some daisies and thought of you, Pete,” you reply. You rock back on your heels as you cross your arms over your chest, trying to keep your rapid heartbeat under control as you watch him take a long, pleasant inhale of the bouquet. “Are you okay? I haven’t seen you around at school so much, recently.”

Peter is the very definition of an enigma, and he’s managed to tie your heart up in knots.

Things were going well between you. You’d been out on three dates together, you’d kissed him, he’d held your hand and you’d talked together for hours on the roof of his building, but then, out of nowhere… radio silence. Your texts are being ghosted, your calls ignored, and you’ve decided that this has to be your last attempt at gaining an explanation from Peter, because you’re only willing to chase him so far before you admit to yourself that he just… doesn’t want to be caught.

But you really hope you’ve got it wrong, because Peter is lovely, and the thought that your relationship with him might be over before it’s even begun is a little bit heartbreaking.

“Oh, um, yeah. I’m fine.” Peter lets his thumb trail over the lines of the daisies, his eyes avoiding your face. “Uh, did you want to come in, or..?”

You swallow back your nerves and nod your head. “Yeah, if that’s okay?”

Peter steps aside and you walk into his apartment. You find your way into his room, and he perches on the edge of his bed, his gaze looking anywhere but your face as you slowly pace the carpet in front of him.

“Peter,” you start slowly, trying to keep your voice as level and warm as possible. “What’s been going on?”

He hums quietly, playing with his fingers. You can almost feel the nervous energy radiating from him, and it’s not right at all. The Peter who’d taken you out on three amazing dates had been able to look you in the face, and hold your hand, and make you laugh. This Peter, the one sitting on the bed just now, with his face all pale and pinched and his eyes slowly welling up with tears, is not the one you know, and it makes you feel extremely concerned.

“I’m sorry I ignored all of your texts,” he says instead. His voice comes out wobbly. “I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.”

You walk over to him, your heart breaking in your chest as you gently reach out and place a hand on his shoulder. Peter jumps, and he continues to stare down at his hands, but he doesn’t shake you off.

“It’s okay. I guess… I just wanted to know why? I thought things between us were good. I thought… I thought that you liked me?” And your voice is soft, but you can feel emotion building up in your eyes too, because Peter’s lower lip is trembling now and it’s like he’s about to break apart, right beneath your hand.

He takes a few minutes to reply, his breathing quickening by the second. You keep your hand on his shoulder, gently drawing your fingers over his warm body.

“You make me want things I can’t have,” he says slowly. Finally - finally - Peter drags his eyes up to meet yours. In them, you find sadness, weighing down his brown orbs like an icy blanket. “I… I do like you, Y/N. So much. But… It’s complicated, and I’m complicated, and you don’t deserve being- being pulled into this whole mess. I would be a terrible boyfriend, and you don’t deserve someone like that.”

Whatever explanation you’d been prepared to hear, it certainly was not that, and it totally blindsides you. With a dry mouth, you slip down onto the bed beside Peter and gently link your fingers together.

“Why would you say that?” You ask him softly. You keep your eyes connected with his, trying desperately to transmit some key messages through your gaze: I’m here, I’m listening, I’m not going anywhere.

Peter releases a strangled noise that sounds a little bit like a squeak. “I’m busy, all the time. And I’m late to everything. I- I’m messy, and I’m unreliable, and I- I say so many stupid things without even thinking, and-”

“Peter.” You reach up and push a few strands of his hair away from his face, and Peter sighs quietly. He nuzzles further into your hand, pulled into the warm touch of your skin, and the action makes your heart pulse. “I think you’re just afraid to be happy." Peter freezes, his eyes wide and his lips pulling into a surprised o. “I know who you are, Pete. I like who you are. I- I like that you’re messy, and I like the things that you say when you're rambling. I don’t mind that you’re late, because I know you’ll always get there in the end. I like you. And I’m not about to let you go because you’ve decided that you aren’t good enough for me, because I’m sorry, but that’s bullshit.”

A small smile springs across Peter’s lips. “Are you sure?” His thumb passes over the back of your hand and you squeeze his fingers gently.

“Yes.”

“Okay.” Peter shuffles closer. His eyes travel down to your lips, and you grin when he raises an eyebrow in question. Your hands slip around his neck as you meet him in the middle, your lips connecting in a gentle, warming kiss. It builds as he pulls you closer and takes you into his arms, and you enjoy pressing your lips against his. The weight feels gone from both your shoulders and your heart, and you play with the tips of his hair fondly. “I like you so much, Y/N,” he mumbles against your lips. "I'm sorry that I'm an idiot."

You giggle softly. “I like you too, Pete,” you respond, earning another long kiss. It ends with Peter pulling you close and burying his face in the crook of your neck, and you hug him to you tightly, hoping with all of your heart that you can convey just how happy you are to hold him together, and be that shoulder for him to lean on when he needs a little bit of reassurance.

“Wanna watch a movie?” He asks finally, his voice coming out muffled against your neck.

You chuckle as you nod, smiling when he presses a final tender kiss to your mouth. “I’d love to.”

[duskholland]

Maybe with college!peter you could write something about him being in a class with the reader and he thinks they’re cute so he passes them a note telling them that and they keep writing notes back and forth to each other

ok this is so soft. I love college!Peter :’))

-- it’s blurb night! --

When Peter Parker passes you the first note, you really have no idea what to expect.

You’ve never really talked to him before. Though you’ve shared the same chem 101 class all semester, the most interaction you’ve had with the man has been a few shy smiles here and there, and then a borrowed pencil a couple of weeks ago. You aren’t friends - hell, you barely even know him, so it knocks you off guard completely when you feel a soft tap on your shoulder and turn away from your bubbling test tubes to see Peter standing there, a nervous smile on his face, holding out a folded paper note.

You accept it easily, mouthing a soft ‘thanks’, before glancing to the front of the lab to your chemistry professor. She’s got her head in her hands, angry eyes perusing the scene in front of her for any signs of disobedience. She’s such a hardass, and she decided that today would be the perfect opportunity to banish all talking and laughter from the lab, so you’re working on your chemistry experiments in silence. Deciding you’d rather not attract the attention of her beady little eyes, you turn your back to Peter and look down at the note, pretending to be examining your experiment instead.

Hey. I hope this isn’t weird but you look really pretty today.

You’re really glad you’d turned back around, because if Peter could see the large smile the note brings to your face, you think you might die from embarrassment. With slightly shaky fingers, you pick up your pen and scribble out a response.

Not weird, but very out of the blue. Thank you though. You’re rocking the goggles ;)

You pass it back, gaze lingering briefly on the large chemistry goggles Peter’s got pressed over his soft, brown eyes. You go back to monitoring your experiment until there’s another soft tap to your back, and you reach back to have him press the paper back into your palm.

The goggles are not the best fashion statement. I think they make me look like a mad scientist. But thanks :) this professor sucks!

You grin as you take in the note, your teeth digging into your lower lip as you try to bite back the budding smile.

These exchanges carry on for the rest of the practical, each one causing you to regard Peter a little more warmly. He’s funny, and he’s laying it on thick, but he’s always very gentle and unassuming with his small compliments - first saying how much he likes your pencil case, then saying he thinks you’ve done the lab better than him because your test tubes are glowing a nicer colour than his, then moving on to say he loves the way you’ve done your hair today. It brings a small splash of giddiness into your heart, and you find yourself grateful that your professor had banned talking today because you’re enjoying this clandestine exchange with Peter so much.

With five minutes left on the clock, you pluck up enough courage to write out a slightly risky message.

What’s your last name??

Parker. Why?

You take a leap of faith as you scribble out the suggestive words.

Gotta know the name of the guy that’s gonna take me out on a date.

You sneak a glance at his face as his eager eyes skim across the note, and he brings his gaze up to shoot you a warm smile. He takes his time with his response, seeming to thrive off the way you’re nervously tapping away at the bench in front of you. Your fingers brush together as he passes you over the note, and his skin is warm to touch.

Fair enough. Are you free after class? :)

You slip the note into your pocket and cross your arms over your chest, nodding softly at Peter, who leans against the bench across from you. His eyes glint with happiness as you wait out the final few seconds of class, a sigh of relief passing by your lips as the professor finally dismisses you. As laughter and chatter break out across the room, you drift over to your newfound friend.

“You’re not going to take me somewhere to kill me, are you?” You ask, teasing him a little.

Peter chuckles, and the melodic sound feels like the beginning of something wonderful. His pink lips are pulled into a wide smile as he responds, “Of course not, Y/N. I want to win you over.” He says it so easily that your heart quickens in your chest. He’s shy as he adds, quietly, “How do you feel about milkshakes?”

Your teeth graze your lower lip as you nod your head eagerly. 

“Milkshakes sound amazing.”

[duskholland]

Hey! Hannah, we're not exactly mutuals. Hope you don't mind me joining. 😄 32. Can’t you stay a little longer? 48. I could get used to waking up next to you, actually. (For Peter Parker x Stark! Reader. After party drunk state.) I love ur writing btw 🧡🧡

ahh hi Ritika !! we are mutuals and I absolutely do not mind you joining - thank you so much for this request :)) I had a lot of fun writing this one lmao -> stark!reader; after-party drunk state.

-- continuing blurb night -- 

Your mouth is dry and your eyes feel all bleary and tearful, but as you wake up and feel Peter’s arms around your waist, all thoughts of your hangover go flying out the window.

The scene draws into focus when you blink a few times. Peter’s nestled beneath the covers beside you, his head resting softly on top of one of your silky pillows, a ring of his warm brown curls spread out like a halo around his face. His lovely pink lips are slightly parted and relaxed, his eyes are pressed shut, and the gentle sounds of his content breathing makes up the mid-morning melody.

You smile as you watch him, your mind replaying the events of the night before. Your memory is a little patchy - probably from all the vodka, and the lack of sleep - but you’re fairly sure Peter had finally gotten up the courage to pull you aside and admit his feelings for you. Your lips twitch and you bring a hand up to ghost over your mouth as you remember the way his lips had curved around those lovely three words: I love you.

Peter's cute, and he’s holding you close in his sleep, but fuck, you can't really ignore your headache any longer, and though you really don't want him to wake up and realise you've left him, you think your skull might explode if you don't find some aspirin.

So you employ some of your training and you try to stealthily slip out of your bed. You begrudgingly pick up Peter’s hand and place it down on the mattress instead of your waist, and you’re smooth in your movements as you roll away from him. The duvet rustles quietly, but he remains unconscious.

It’s going really well until you stumble over a stray high-heel, and try to grab onto your bookshelf to regain your balance, only for your clumsy hands to knock over a large vase. It falls to the floor with a loud, resounding thump, and then Peter is awake.

“What’s goin’ on?” He mumbles suddenly, his eyes blinking open. Confusion flickers out across his face when you give him a slightly awkward smile. “Where are you going?” His lips curve into a soft pout. “Can’t you stay a little longer?”

Your heart warms in your chest, and you bite your lip as you nod quickly. “Just getting some water,” you tell him. “I’ll be two seconds.”

“Okay,” he replies softly, and then Peter turns over and snuggles back into the pillows.

You rush through the bathroom and brush your teeth, down some high-strength headache medication, and then you return to your room with two glasses of water. The sight of Peter still curled up in exactly the same spot, looking so soft and unassuming makes your heart feel giddy.

“I brought you some water,” you say quietly, placing a glass down on the bedside table. Peter shifts about, pulling himself into a half-upright position so he can throw back the clear liquid.

“I could get used to waking up next to you,” he tells you, brown eyes glinting cheekily.

“Who else would cater for you, beck and call?” You tease. You drain your own glass and then slip back into bed with Peter, nuzzling your way into his hold as you pull him further beneath the duvet with you.

Peter gazes at you with love in his eyes and wraps his hands around your waist. Your eyes sweep across the warm lines of his face, and you admire his unruly brown hair, his scruffy eyebrows, and the way his eyes seem to dance with a thousand different universes. His thin pink lips curve into a generous smile, and his fingers squeeze over your hips. “So…” He starts, nerves evident in his voice. “About last night.”

You flick your tongue out across your lower lip. “We kissed.”

“And you said you loved me.”

“Well, you said you loved me, as well,” you add.

Peter hums. “That… wasn’t just the alcohol, was it?” He asks, and it’s such a silly question it brings a quiet laugh from your mouth.

“No, Pete,” you console. You let your eyes drift down to his lips. “I love you.”

He sighs happily. “Okay. Just checking.” One of his warm hands slips up to cup your cheek, and you can’t control the wide smile that flicks out to rest on your lips. “I love you too.”

You respond without words, and find yourself wrapping your arms around his sides as you bring him in for a long, smouldering kiss. Peter clings to you, his fingers wrapping around the fabric of your soft pyjama top, and he uses the grip as leverage to sweep you in nearer and kiss you back wholly. His lips are chapped but still soft, and you revel in the sensations of them moving over yours, again and again and again, until your mind goes blank and all you can focus on is the way your heart screams his name.

“Maybe we should make a habit of waking up together,” you mumble against his lips. You feel him smiling against you.

“That sounds like a great idea.”

[duskholland]

bestfriend!college!peter going to the same college as you would be so cute like you’d have so much fun together

this unearthed a whole horde of emotions I didn’t even know I possessed, so I present to you...

Simply Best friend!college!Peter Parker Things:

so you spend all of senior year applying to colleges with Peter, because you’ve gone this long with him by your side and you’re not about to change things up now

eventually you’re both accepted into a very prestigious New York college, and it’s wonderful, because the programme is exactly what you want to do, and it means Peter can continue his Spider-Man duties

so you rock up to campus together, all excited to finally be Adults and start living your lives

you’re staying in the same dorm building

in fact, Peter’s room is across the corridor from yours (which is definitely not a coincidence - Tony may or may not have phoned up the admissions office and pulled some strings)

okay but like…..

platonic library study dates.

running around the library together at 3am deliriously trying to track down the textbooks you need to write a stupid chemistry essay

neither of you are tall enough to reach the books off the top shelves, so Peter resorts to using his web-shooters to grab down the textbooks

writing out fun flash cards together and studying for your finals together

Peter drawing little scribbled doodles over the backs of all the toughest cards, so you have something nice to look at when you get stumped

making a habit of movie night every single Tuesday, because Peter might be under a lot of stress, but you know Star Wars is a sure-fire way to bring a smile to his face

you guys join the academic decathlon team and crush the championship

celebratory hot chocolate in the college café. Peter getting a whipped cream moustache on his cupid-bow

all ! the ! social ! media ! opportunities !

your instagram stories constantly just… photo after photo of Peter being an adorable dork

pictures of him napping in the library, snaps of him turning up at your door with pizza every Tuesday, candid shots of Peter running around the football fields

it’s like...a vibe, and all of your friends ship it… and maybe you do too?

because let’s be real here: 

out of high school and into college, Peter B. Parker grows a little bit more confident 

he grows into himself

for the first time he’s getting some positive attention - especially after he joins the college lacrosse team and starts mingling with a different crowd

and maybe all this newfound attention just... rubs you the wrong way. just a little bit. because he’s /your/ best friend, and you miss him? so much? and the thought of him going out on dates with other girls is just...horrendous

so you’re all stuck in your head about it, being all dramatic, and then you get the flu, and you miss all the lectures you’d normally share with Peter, too zonked out to even reply to his texts

he turns up at your door and just invites himself in, because you’re so ill you just left it unlocked. and you’re buried in your bed, all hot and infected and nasty, but he refuses to leave:

“Peter, you’re going to get sick if you stay here.”

“well I don’t care because clearly you need someone to come and look after you, Y/N.”

“I don’t need a nurse, Peter.”

“no, you need your best friend.”

and… it’s really hard to argue with that, especially when he wears you down and flexes his superhuman healing abilities, and he clambers into bed with you

Peter feeds you medicine and cuddles you and you watch Friends together and he kinda watches you when you’re asleep-?

but not in a creepy way. Peter would never creep on you. you’re his best friend.

however… the way you’re lounging around, all ill and sorry-looking, makes Peter feel a little differently about you

Peter feels like… this massive surge of appreciation for you, and he realises that you’re his favourite person in the entire world

which is all very cute-

-but it violates every single rule of the Best Friends Club, so Peter doesn’t say anything. and neither do you, because you’re scared of ruining things

basically you’re both just dumb idiots in love

so… flash forward to December. end of semester one. finals are over

there’s one big final end of year party at one of the frats, and you drag Peter along to it

the tunes are on. alcohol is flowing. at one point there’s a chant for Peter (who has kinda become a college legend, because it turns out being enhanced makes you really good at lacrosse..?)

you end up in the corner with him. someone yells at you and tells you there’s a sprig of mistletoe hanging above you.

“well…. it’s bad luck if you ignore mistletoe, Y/N.”

“really?”

“absolutely.”

“so… what..? you think we should kiss?”

and he gives you a nod, and his eyes are so fucking soft that you simply can’t help it: you kiss him in the corner of the party, and you don’t really stop kissing him until semester two comes around

because college with best friend Peter Parker is amazing… but college with your boyfriend Peter Parker ?? truly a top tier concept.