Summary: Peter brings a lab coat home one day. It gives you an idea. How could you pass up a chance to drive him wild?
Warnings: afab!reader, oral (fem receiving), lots of bad chemistry puns, penetrative unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), did I say bad chemistry puns already? This went from smut to fluff to humor at the end.
“Welcome home Mr. Parker,” You said upon your fiancé entering the apartment you and him shared. He put down his bag (full of papers) and gave you that small, forced smile that instantly told you it had been a long day.
“Long Friday?” You asked, taking your attention away from the stove.
“Oh you know, the usual. Did you know you can say to your students “this material is corrosive; it will burn through fabric’ ten times and they’re still shocked when it burns a hole through their lab coat?” He held up the lab coat, which had a small but noticeable hole in it.
“I’m sorry babe.“
“It’ll be an easy fix. Besides, I should start washing these regularly. I forgot how bad teenage B.O. is,” He said, throwing it over the chair. He walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.
“Whatcha making sunshine?” He asked, his breath hot on your neck.
“Just some salmon cakes.” This was your routine- Peter would come home and wrap his arms around you, whether you were watching TV or cooking dinner.
“I missed you,” He murmured into your neck.
“I missed you too my love,” You said, flipping the salmon cakes so one side wasn’t burned.
Your eyes darted to the table, landing on the lab coat.
An idea popped into your head.
A different idea. A spicy idea. An idea that made you inadvertently squeeze your thighs together.
People often joked that you and Peter Parker were academic rivals. You only shared two classes; biology and chemistry. You didn’t even know Peter’s major, but it definitely was not the same as yours. You were studying Cognitive Sciences, brain function, psychology. You’re pretty sure Peter was doing a physics degree. But for those two classes, you fought tooth and nail to keep your grade higher than Peter’s. Academic rivalry was what kept your grades from slipping. it was the only thing that kept you going to class. And then one day, you just weren’t there.
Peter was worried. You weren’t friends, per se, but you never missed a class. Peter saw you every day. You sat right next to him, thighs pressed together, elbows knocking against each other, every day. So when you didn’t show up, for the first time ever, Peter worried. He could barely sit through the class. Peter had seen you at your worst. He had seen you in dirty sweatpants with bags under your eyes, barely awake, and he had seen you in your plaid skirts and low cut blouses, cogs turning furiously as you hastily scribbled down notes.
Peter didn’t even know where your dorm was. He searched the campus until he found someone who he knew was your friend. They gave him your address far too quickly, it was concerning. But he didn’t stick around to lecture them. He raced off towards your dorm.
The knocking woke you from your nightmare. The loud, incessant, annoying knocking that rang through your dorm. You groaned loudly and nearly fell off the couch.
“What do you want?” You said, opening the door with your eyes closed.
“Hey,” he smiled breathily.
“Peter?”
“You weren’t in class.”
“I wasn’t,” you were being blunt.
“I’m worried about you.”
Seeing you didn’t do anything to ease his worry. You looked worse for wear. Mascara was smeared under your eyes and streaked down your cheeks. You looked pale, your skin had a sickly green tinge. Your eyes were puffy, circles dark. You looked like total shit. You had definitely been crying.
“Let me in, sweetheart,” he asked.
You moved aside. The dorm was dimly lit. There was a blanket strewn on the floor next to the couch, and a box of tissues on the coffee table. Peter watched a true crime documentary play on your tv. You sniffled behind him and his attention was on you again.
One hand wrapped loosely around your wrist. He collapsed onto your couch. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you onto his lap. He sighed as you buried your head into the crook of his neck. On a regular day, you would have fought against Peter. But you were so pliable under his touch, so ready to give up, it made Peter worry even more.
“Sweetheart,” he purred sympathetically. “What happened.”
“I got broken up with.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” you said bluntly. Peter couldn’t hear any sadness in your voice. “I didn’t really like him anyway.”
Peter was confused. You sounded relieved, so why were you crying. Peter probed for an answer. But you were stubborn, always have been. And so Peter asked and asked and asked for an explanation. You shook your head over and over, still buried in the crook of his neck. He wore you down eventually, and you lifted your face from its hiding spot.
“Why are you sad, sweetheart?”
“I have manipulated who has ever fallen in love with me to fall in love with me,” you confessed.
You looked devastated. Peter could feel it, total and utter dejectedness that hung heavily in the air. Peter’s hand squeezed your thighs reassuringly. He was in love with you. And you hadn’t manipulated him. He had fallen in love with you accidentally. One day while you were furiously scribbling down chemical equations, he looked over at you. Your hair was in your eyes, your bottom lip was clutched between your teeth. You looked so utterly beautiful. Peter’s heart nearly exploded. Now Peter got nervous when he spoke to you, made heart eyes at you when you weren’t looking, longed for your touch, prayed for your smile. He had fallen in love with you, and you had nothing to do with it.
“And that either makes me a very good liar,” your lip quivered. “Or a very unloveable human being.”
Peter wanted to scream. He wanted to hold you and tell you that you weren’t unloveable. You were perfect. He wanted to tell you that he loved you. He couldn’t find the words. So he kissed you.
His hands cupped your face and he kissed you. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. Your whole body stiffened. Peter kept kissing you, prying your lips open until you whimpered into his mouth. You relaxed and your hands tangled into his hair.
“I don’t think you’re unloveable,” he whispered against your lips. “I think you’re fucking perfect.”
Sooo, i wanted an Andrew Garfield’s Peter Parker wallpaper. But all of them were either (hardcore) spiderman themed or had Andrew’s face plastered all over it. Don’t get me wrong, his face is lovely, but i prefer my wallpapers to stay a bit lowkey and more aesthetically pleasing! So i edited one myself!
✍ Summary: Your Peter’s best friend. So, when he almost loses you - it’s dejavu. | 2.7k
Warning: NO WAY HOME SPOILERS
Finding yourself in a whole new version of New York with your best friend, Peter Parker, was confusing enough.
But whoever thought that it was a good idea to add some magical portal with two teenagers who seemed to be calling out to your best friend - obviously was crazy.
“Should we go to them?” Peter asked, nodding towards the portal with the two teenagers.
You looked at him, “Peter, as your best friend, you know that I often commend you for your brilliance, but this is seriously one of the dumbest ideas you’ve had.”
I wanna start off by saying that my requests are always open, so it’s just to send in if you have an idea for a imagine. When you request, please write the character, what it should be about and if you have any tiktok, prompt or something you want it based on just add that!
Below you can find what characters I write for and what I’m okey with and what I’m not okey with writing.
What I okey with writing:
I am okey with writing most of things, i have no problem writing about deeper subjects. I’m okey with; Fluff, angst, half spicey, drugs, alcohol, light mentions of trauma, any kind of x Reader (Gn, male, female.)
What i wont write:
I wont write; Sister x stepbro, any kind of huge age gap (like not over 7 yrs), incest, rape, suicide (only on my own conditions) assult in a relationship, abuse (on deep level), pedophilia, smut.
: Peter can’t sleep, so he goes on a walk two levels above his to where he know he’ll get sleep
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/: HAHA back to my Tumblr roots with Peter Parker x Reader ;)
The compound was quiet, well, if you considered quiet to be that Bucky, Steve and Sam was snoring from their rooms. Wanda was still up watching TV in her room, Natasha was downstairs training late, music blaring from the speakers in the training room.
If you asked Peter, some nights he would say it was annoying, other night he’d tell you it was completely fine since he was actually quite used to it after how long he’d now been living there. Some nights however, Peter found that living on the floor he lived on was not all peace and calm.
Since not only were Bucky and Sam on the same floor as him, but even Steve were on the same floor as him. Now, no matter how wealthy Tony was, he had yet to actually make the rooms soundproof. That meant Peter had to hear Sam’s alarm every morning at four thirty for him to wake up and go for a run. Then it was Steve’s alarm on the other side of his room that went off at five in the morning for Steve’s morning lifting and run.
In the day when Peter needed to do school work, that would be disrupted by Bucky and Sam arguing and sometimes being close to a physical fight, idiots. And with that came Steve who would try and stop the two of them.
So to say being a teenager in the compound wasn’t easy was a understatement. He lived with grown-ups who at times acted even more childish than Peter ever been in his entire life, constant bickering and competitions he was always dragged into.
But he wasn’t alone, because then there was y/n too. She was Natasha’s adopted daughter, Nat had found her in Budapest when on mission to kill Dreykov’s daughter. y/n was gonna get sent to the red room but Nat had found her before that and took in the scared girl.
Peter had been tossing around in his bed for the past two hours, unable to fall asleep as he knew that in just one hour, Sam’s alarm was about to blare, on a saturday morning. He tried ro switch position and get comfortable but ut didn’t work.
He was tired, Peter had been up until two in the morning working on a essay from school, finally getting it done and sending it in to his teacher. It was extremely tiresome along with bring Spider-Man and having to train.
He laid on his back, arms folded over his chest as he let out a annoyed huff of air. Banging his head back against the pillow as he got irritated at himself for not falling asleep.
No way in hell would Peter be able to fall asleep, it would be impossible with all the noises and knowledge of being awoken in about an hour by Sam’s damn alarm. But a he thought about it, it was just one thing he could do.
Throwing his blanket off of him, Peter stood up, grabbing it and wrapping the blanket around him. Making him look like a caterpillar with two legs as he marched towards his door. The hallway of his level was at time scary to walk past as you never knew if Steve or Bucky would wake up and look what was going on. Damn light sleepers.
Peter made his way into the elevator which was dimly lit, holding the blanket closer to himself. He pressed the button that was two levels above where he lived. Knowing Natasha was down in the main area and training, Peter had no worries.
Once the elevator reached the level where y/n lived on he immediately went straight for her door, holding a tired expression on his face the whole time as his blanket was still wrapped around him tightly from head to knees.
Peter knocked lightly on her door, pressing his ear ro see if she answered him or he had to walk inside and wake her up, which he would be ashamed and embarrassed of in the morning. When Peter thought he heard a faint call on ’What?..’he too that as his cue.
“y/n!” Peter whisper-shouted as he poked his head inside the girls room, it was engulfed in darkness.
“The hell do you want Peter?” y/n’s voice was filled with tiredness as she spoke, turning around to face the door where Peter was walking in. He was quick to walk inside, almost floating over the floor quietly as ge walked closer to y/n’s bed.
The girl sat up, rubbing her eyes tiredly. She slowly made out his form, wrapped up in his own blanket, his brown locks messy from him tossing and turning around and his face held a small pout of exhaustion.
“So, the caterpillar is on a walk again?” y/n asked teasingly as her voice laced with sleep.
“Shut up,” Peter told off. “Can I sleep in here?”
y/n moved over in her bed towards the other side of it, the bed was big enough for them both and this wasn’t anything new. I mean, what can you expect from clingy and loving Peter Parker when he’s your boyfriend? She patted the empty space for Peter.
“Come on, love, I wanna go back to sleep,” y/n laid down, opening up her arms for the boy to lay down under her comforter.
Peter didn’t hesitate to lay down next to y/n, moving so he laid with his head on her chest. Arms around her waist loosely as he tangled his legs with hers, making y/n let out a tired laugh at him. Moving her comforter over the both of them and them fixing Peter’s blanked over them too as he had just dropped it on the bed.
“Now, please tell me why you woke me up at three thirty on a saturday morning?” y/n edged her boyfriend, placing a kiss on his forehead before running her fingers through his messy brown hair.
“I couldn’t sleep,” Peter mumbled into the fabric of her shirt, that actually was his, eyes closed as he finally felt at peace.
“That’s all?” y/n yawned while petting his hair.
“Mhm,” Peter hummed as sleep started to finally over come him. Letting it take over his body as the comfort of y/n was all he needed ro really relax. It also helped that she lived on a separate level with Nat from the rest of them, it was quiet up here.
“The things I do for loving you,” y/n gave Peter another kiss on his forehead, moving so she was comfortable on the bed while closing her eyes.
“Love you,” Peter mumbled.
“Love you too,”
-Extra, brought to you by my dog-
“Should we wake them?” Clint asked as he, Natasha and Tony stood in the door of y/n’s room.
They all looked at the two teenagers that were tangled up in one another, Peter definitely being the one who was most clingy, even when sleeping.
“I think we should,” Tony said as he was about to walk inside the room and wake the two, Natasha however, was to quick and grabbed him by the neck of his shirt.
“No, leave them alone,”
“Nat, it’s almost twelve, they should be up by now.” Clint told his colleague and bestfriend as he looked at the two teenagers and then back at Nat.
“Actually, I think I’m just gonna go,” Tony slipped from Nats grip and down the hallway.
A sigh escaped Nat’s lips as she watched the two sleep, that sight was not something she would ever get used to. Her mind would always see that scared little girl that ran up to her in Budapest and frantically started to rant in russian about some men.
“She’s not gonna be a kid forever,” Clint placed a hand in Natasha’s shoulder and closed the door into y/n’s room.
“That I know,”
“Well, stop acting like she’s aways gonna be that scared little girl,”
“Oh I would kick your ass right now if they weren’t asleep in there Barton.”
