Science Says You Need It [p.p]
Pairing: Peter Parker x Touch Starved!Reader
Warnings: swearing but otherwise pretty clean (weird right)
Request: HEY YOU, can I request a Peter Parker x touch starved best friend. Peter and her are having a movie night at her place and Peters like laying in her lap and he moves so she jokes around about being touch starved to get him back and Peter being the sweet boy he is fixes that problem and it’s all cute, fluffy and junk 🙄💗💗
Synopsis: Peter decides to make sure you receive physical affection when you joke about being touch starved.
a/n: long time no see
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You had never been one for physical affection. Expressing love and appreciation felt more normal through words. From you towards others and vice-versa. This need to deny most to all touching resulted in your yearning for it in the back of your mind.
Your best friend on the other hand was all over physical contact when you spent time together which was often. And never did anything that you were uncomfortable with because he was so soft and loving.
Peter didn’t neglect the thought of how special he must be for you to be okay with how much he would hold your hand when he was nervous or the number of times he wraps his arms around your waist.
He also paid attention to how you denied other cases of touching from others. The pretty boy who couldn’t go a minute without being consumed by his love for you. It made you feel safe and you honestly looked forward to it.
Maybe you’re both in need of someone to make you feel secure. But one of you is little more comfortable talking about it.
“You gonna watch the movie you got to pick or…,” you peered down at the boy laying with his head in your lap whose eyes had been focused on your features for the past twenty minutes.
He sputtered out an incoherent response you felt wasn’t in need of an explanation. Whenever you caught him staring at you, strings of “no I wasn’t” fell from his lips.
“Whatever you say,” you teased, your attention falling back on the bright screen.
When your hands found his hair, he was gone. Completely smitten. Relaxed and content. He likes when you play with his hair if you couldn’t tell.
“I’ll be back,” he told you as he got up to put the pizza in the oven that hand just dinged.
“Seriously?” You whined, narrowing your eyes at him when he looked back at you with a worried expression on his face.
“But I thought you wanted pizza?” He questioned, genuine concern in his voice and you couldn’t keep the laugh from escaping your lips.
He frowned as you shook your head at his obliviousness to your sarcasm.
“No, I do,”
“Okay, you just seemed upset,”
“I was kidding- not like I'm touch starved or anything,” you rolled your eyes and focused on the movie again while Peter contemplated what you said on the way to the kitchen.
You just told him you were joking so he tried not to think much of it. He knew you really only showed affection to him and seemed to enjoy it when he initiated the contact. But you got Peter thinking; what if you are touch starved?
The thought spun around his mind throughout the rest of the night, even when he felt the sleep begin to pull his eyes shut with his head resting on your shoulder.
Your best friend had been more touchy over the past few weeks, that’s for sure. You definitely didn’t mind because he was normally was, but now he seemed to be going out of his way.
Out at lunch the other day, he insisted you sit on the same side of the booth. He held your hand in his during the whole time you were there, even while you were trying to eat. When you questioned it he just shrugged and gave you a shy smile.
Peter couldn’t deny this as an excuse to act as more of a couple in public. Others assumed you to be a couple anyway but now it is impossible to convince someone you didn’t have something going on.
How could he not have feelings for you when you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him.
When you were hanging out in his room a couple of weeks ago, his hands wrapped around your waist while you were on your phone and pulled you close to him. It felt so nice to be held and feel protected.
Overall, Peter dedicated every opportunity possible to show you simple physical attention.
Now you’re back where you started. The two of you had cuddled up on the couch and you grew tired with your head laying on his warm chest.
“Y/n/n?” Peter whispered under you, “You just wanna sleepover?”
He only received a small hum from the body on him and took it as a yes. Carefully, he slid out from under you and picked you up to carry to his room. He gently set you in the bed, pulling blankets over you before placing a small kiss on your forehead.
“Night Y/n/n,” he told your sleeping figure, grabbing a pillow and blanket for himself.
He made an okay bed on the couch and shut the tv off. He too was quick to fall asleep once he got comfortable. As usual, images of you played in his mind while he drifted off.
You shifted a few times before realizing you were no longer within the toned arms of Peter Parker. It was a little off-putting but your eyes adjusted and you determined you were in his bed, minus him.
Out of curiosity, you got up and made your way to the hall in the dark. Trying to stumble as little as possible with the help of the city lights beaming in, you got to the living room where Peter’s senses had woken him up about two soft curses falling from your lips ago.
“There you are,” you stated quietly as you approached the couch, “Why are you out here?”
Peter had wondered the same thing himself before he fell asleep. Obviously, he didn’t want you to be uncomfortable if you woke up in the middle of the night (even though you would be far from it).
But another reason was probably the not so simple fact that sharing a bed would be a little different than the last time you did it a couple of years ago when you actually were “just friends”.
Lol, you thought. Dumb ass, Peter Parker’s in love with you or some shit.
“I um…I figured you should just have your own space, I guess?” Hey answered quietly and you made out the nervousness across his features.
“You guessed very wrong,” you chuckled as a lazy smile came to your lips and you lifted the blanket from his body.
Without a word, you got back in your original position with your body on top of Peter’s, his heartbeat playing in your ear. His arms instinctively held you close and he silently celebrated you wanted him to hold you.
“Hey, Peter?” You spoke softly in case he was unconscious again.
“Why are you so touchy with me?”
Shit, you noticed. But how could you not?
“I uh- do you n- not like it?” He asked shyly and loosened his grip on your waist.
“No, don’t get me wrong I like it from you just not other people. I’m just wondering more why you’ve been doing it a lot these past few weeks,” you rested your chin on his sternum and saw his nose scrunch.
“Sorry I just thought- because of what you said- you would want me to do things more often but I’ll stop if-,”
“I said I like it so you can relax but I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you thought back to anything you had told him recently but nothing came to mind.
“Remember, you said that you were touch starved?” He let out a nervous laugh and your eyes widened with realization.
“Oh, I wasn’t really serious about that,”
"You don’t need to worry, I’m all good,”
“Y/n/n, come on,”
“Okay maybe it was a little true,” you confessed, followed by a deep sigh.
His arms returned to your waist, squeezing a little as you laid your head back on his chest.
“Nothing wrong with liking human contact, science actually says you need it,” he reassured you, running his fingers up and down your spine.
“Still, I don’t need people knowing I want it. Especially since you're the only person I like it from,”
“I’ll take my job very seriously then,”
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safety net - peter parker
safety net - peter parker
paring: peter parker x reader
summary: safety net: ariana grande - sleeping was peter's one and only safe haven from getting teased of any kind. so when ned, betty, flash, and mj walk in on him drooling on your chest, all chances of safety are thrown out of the window.
word count: 1.8k
warnings: swearing, extremely brief mentions of sex
requested: no, but feel free to if requests are open!
a/n: this is one of 5 of the concepts in my 100 followers celebration. ive changed it so requests are open until i finish all of my planned blurbs!
->celebration masterlist->masterlist ->requests
“Hmm?” He murmured, stirring in his position as his back rested against your chest, his hands unconsciously gliding along his open textbook. You were resting against the back of his living room sofa. It looked to be a shit-show, the way you and Peter sprawled against his sofa with various geometry notes and textbooks.
“Peter, you're practically falling asleep. Take a nap.” You informed, gliding a smooth hand along the back of his neck and upwards through his loose brown curls. “You need it.”
As if on command, he yawned before moving his textbook at the other end of the sofa and turning to face you, his big brown eyes then sleepily smiling back at you. Smiling because you knew what they needed, some good ole’ shut-eye. “What about studying? Aren’t MJ, Betty...”Stopping mid-sentence, Peter yawned before he could even finish. “...Ned, and Flash coming?”
A warm hand slid underneath your top, finding a new resting place on your natural waist. “I’ll wake you up when they get here, rest for a bit.”
“Ok,” he muttered, nuzzling his head deeper into your stomach as you draped a large fuzzy blanket over you both.
“But don’t forget!” he insisted, pointing at you as he arose a bit from your chest, then pressing himself back into your torso.
“I won’t! I won’t.” You assured, running a hand through his hair as he yawned against your skin, the sweet touch causing his eyes to flutter shut.
“You always let them get under your skin.” You laughed lightly to yourself. “It’s just harmless teasing, Peter.”
Annoyedly, his eyes rolled as he nuzzled into the blanket and your torso. “Yeah, whatever.”
Peter’s words mumbled before he drifted off into a well-needed slumber, the sight of him resting on your chest making your heart melt. This end-of-the-year final was not an easy one. You and Peter both desperately needed the help of your friends to study. All of them agreed, and somehow, Flash overheard your somewhat private conversation and decided to invite himself to your study group at Peter’s, not willing to admit that he needed the extra help as well.
About an hour had passed, and the sounds of Peter’s even breaths loudly came from your chest. His arms remained wrapped around you while his hair sprawled out everywhere. You mostly had your phone and the TV in front of you to keep busy while you waited for everyone to arrive. Moments of stillness would pass where you would feel pins and needles welding in your muscles, but you were unable to move, trying not to wake the boy lying above you.
While scrolling on your phone, three sharp knocks came from Peter’s front door. You knew Peter said to wake him before all of your friends had arrived, but you couldn’t help it. He looked so adorable and calm like this. Not to mention he needed the extra few moments of sleep.
Another set of knocks, sounding almost identical to the last, only much louder, could be heard from the front door. “Open up, Parker, we know you and your girlfriend are in there,” Flash yelled through the door.
“You guys aren’t doing it in there, I hope!”
You sighed as you glanced down at Peter, who then unconsciously snuggled deeper into you. It was almost as if he knew what was happening.
Hearing the door click, you hurriedly threw the blanket wrapped up to Peter’s neck, over his head to cover his entire body.
Great thinking, Y/N.
“Hey, guys!” You greeted as you looked over the back of the sofa. Your tone was rather unconvincing, for you took a shaky breath before you spoke. MJ, Betty, Ned, and Flash all gathered in the doorway of Peter’s apartment as they stared confusedly at you.
“You all are here early.” You stated, your voice remaining at a whisper as you looked over at the doorway.
“What are you up to, Y/L/N?” Flash asked, taking a few steps closer to the couch.
“How’d you even get in?” You ask, pointing your hand at the group gathered near the front door as you attempted to divert the attention away from his comment.
“Spare key under the mat, remember?” Ned informed as both he and MJ quirk a brow at your questioning. All of your friends decided to inch closer to the couch. Ned takes it upon himself to find a place at the opposite end of Peter’s sofa. “Where’s Peter?”
Ned’s eyes moved to the many “blankets” resting atop your body. Not helping, those same “blankets” decided to squirm beneath you. “You cold?”
“Very. You affirm, nodding your head as much fidgeting continued beneath you. Scrunching his face at your nervousness, Flash wrapped himself around to the front of the sofa. His body now directly in front of you as he pulled off the blanket rested atop of you, revealing a knocked-out Peter Parker. He was on his side now, his mouth now slightly gaped open as his chest rose and fell on your own.
“More like Parker’s out cold,” Flash chuckles as he pulls his phone out from his pocket, then snapping a quick photo of Peter clinging to your body.
You immediately swat Flash’s phone from his fingertips, him fumbling to catch the device before it lands flat on the ground. “Hey!”
“Shhh! Quiet down!” You shushed, placing a finger to your lips and pulling the blanket so it rested just below Peter’s sleeping face. “Your phone is fine, Flash. It was a shortfall, and we’re on the carpet.”
“Aww, he looks so peaceful,” Betty cooed, clutching her hands to her chest.
“Man, he is truly whipped if he fell asleep on you,” Ned stated as he watched Peter cling to your chest. “That’s like a whole nother level of love.”
Tucking your chin to your chest, you smiled down at Peter before running a gentle hand along with his curls. Peter looked so peaceful like this. His hair was strewn across your chest as his arms draped around your torso. You didn’t want to dare to wake him, but you all would need to get to studying soon.
“Well, if Peter isn’t, Y/N sure is.” MJ sneakily grinned before you glanced over and narrowed your eyelids in response.
“Y/N, you are swooning over nerd-boy?” Flash asked, quirking a brow as he scanned you and your current position. “Him? Really? You could easily upgrade to someone of much better-”
“Flash, if this is another one of your attempts to get me to sleep with you, I’ll pass.”
Flash rolled his eyes at your rejection, inching closer to you on the sofa. “Whatever. When you're done with Penis Parker, you know where to find me.”
He spoke his final sentence with fake finger guns, pointing at you playfully in which you quickly fake gagged.
Shuffling beneath you sent you into instant panic mode. You looked wide-eyed at the others in the room, each person displaying a matching expression. “Hide!”
“Where?” Ned exclaimed, furrowing his brows as he arose from the sofa.
“Peter’s room.” You whisper-yelled, motioning towards his bedroom door. “Just go!”
Your friends took many somewhat quiet steps before entering Peter’s room and gently closing his door. Peter, however, continued to move gently, him no longer appearing sound asleep. Soft murmurs left his lips as you felt him stretch his body along with your own. Sleepily, Peter turned his head so that his eyes peered up at your own. The sleepy smile displayed across his face caused you to form one of your own.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” you smiled, pushing some strands of hair from his face. Peter took the hand you ran through his messy hair and kissed it gently.
“Thank you.” He muttered, his voice thick and laced with hints of sleep. “I needed that. You always know what I need, baby.”
“Well, it’s kind of easy to tell what you need when you can’t keep your eyes open, Peter.” You laughed before he placed a peck on your lips. Peter glanced at the coffee table nearby, seeing it was almost time for all of your friends to arrive, but little did he know they had already arrived.
“Even though I’m extremely comfy, I need to get more notes from my room.”
Peter arose from his position before your eyes widened, and you reached out to grab his closest arm. “Wait! I um- I- Could you get me something from the bathroom?”
“Sure…” He hesitated, rubbing some remaining sleep from his eyes before lacing his hand in yours. “What is it?”
“Some pain relievers! It’s that time of the month, you know?” You lied, smiling big at your boyfriend.
“Ok?” He quirked, letting go of your hand. ”I’ll be right back.”
As the door to the bathroom shut, you practically sprinted to Peter’s door, letting your friends know that they should rush out of his room and into the apartment hallway. They easily obliged, Flash giving somewhat pushback for wanting to be nothing but a menace to Peter, saying he would tease him about this with every moment he got.
The four of them were almost there, almost out in the hall before. “Hey Y/N, you never said what kind you wanted…”
Peter trailed into silence as he saw each one of your friends standing in his living room. Betty guiltily waved and shot him a well-ashamed smile as he gripped two different brands of pain medication in both of his hands.
“I can explain.” You began, glancing at Peter as he looked fearfully at you and both of your friends huddled around you.
Peter placed the two medication bottles back in his bathroom before moving back into his stance in the bathroom doorway. “Explain what? That they have been here the whole time!”
“Yes, we have, baby.” Flash mocks, followed by a series of kissing noises and stifled laughter from the others in the group. Flash’s actions sent a bright crimson to Peter’s cheeks.
You eyed Flash, narrowing your eyes at his unnecessary comment. “Out. Now.”
“But what about the exam-” Betty cut in, shuffling with your other friends out the door.
“The exam can wait.” You told her. “I’ll come and get you in a minute.”
You shut the front door, leaving only you and Peter in the apartment before you then move over to him. “I’m sorry, my love. They came early, and you looked so peaceful.”
You placed both your hands on his cheeks as he looked to you with saddened puppy-like eyes. “It’s ok.”
His response was blank, him seeming emotionless and rather passive-aggressive until he placed a deep kiss on your lips. Peter’s top lip played with your bottom one before his tongue lazily slid into your mouth. You hurriedly pulled away after a few pecks, remembering there was company waiting outside of his door.
“Eww, are you kissing?” MJ yelled, her voice muffled from the barrier that was Peter’s front door.
“Are you both almost done? Cause I have to pee, and you all have been smooching long enough!” Ned added as you looked down at the many shadows and feet lingering at your boyfriend's front door.
Both you and Peter gigged at their nosiness and complaints. “Stop eavesdropping!”
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Secret’s Out - Peter Parker x Bimbo! F! Reader
Summary: It's time for Peter to tell his girlfriend about Spiderman. It won't be that hard, right?
Request: "I was wondering if I could request an x men bimbo reader? Or a spider man reader where peter goes to school with a girl who seems like a Total bimbo but instantly is like 'yeah of course I've been knowing that you're spider man, duh!" @chipster-21 hope you like it!
Warnings: Sexual role play hinted at.
Notes: This request was supposed to come out ages ago, but I kinda got carried away with it for a while but don't worry, I shortened it, lol.
'Today is the day,' Peter thought, 'I'm gonna tell her.'
Peter paced back and forth in the hallway wearing his aunt's long frilly robe as Y/N reclined in his bedroom.
She had caught him off guard. He had just come back from a crime-fighting spree and was still in costume when Y/N burst in. With no other choice, Peter threw on the nearest clothing article, which just happened to be Aunt May's light pink robe.
He tried to explain that he just put it on for fun, an excuse that would typically work on her, but when Y/N furrowed her brow and said,
"That robe is salmon, and that's def' a summer/spring colour, but you have mega winter/fall undertones, and you know it. There’s nothing fun about unflattering colour combinations. Peter...are you like hiding something from me?"
He didn't know how to react, so he didn't. He stood there and stuttered till Y/N had walked into his room, most likely texting her friends about the situation.
He hated lying to her; she was already clueless about so much, but it was for her own good; she was known to talk without thinking much, and if she ever let it slip that she knew who Spiderman was, his enemies could hurt her.
But enough was enough. Lying to her was hurting her too.
Gathering his wits, he opened his bedroom door, ready to face Y/N.
She sat up on his bed and looked at him expectantly,
"Y/N, I have to tell you something..."
The girl suddenly began to bounce up and down, clapping ecstatically. "Omg! The big secret is coming out, this's just like that one episode of 'Love and HipHop Atlanta' where Erica told Safaree that she was like super preggo and then he literally drove off on a mini four-wheeler, which was like totes lame" Y/N watches a lot of mindless reality TV "Anyways, what were you saying?"
"It's just, I don't want you to think of me any differently after this"
"Babe, just spill already. The suspense is totally breaking me out, and I have an Insta shoot tomorrow."
Peter sighed, and with brief hesitation, he ripped open the bathrobe, exposing his spider-suit.
Y/N gasped "Are we like finally doing the Spiderman role play thing?" Instantly and without cause, Y/N begins to imitate a stereotypical damsel in distress "Oh, Spiderman won't you come save me from the evil men, please take me home and show me how that web-shooter of yours really works-"
"No! T-that's not what's going on, we're not doing that. This isn't just a costume; I'm Spiderman, Y/N, that's what I've been keeping from you, and I can't anymore because...I love you."
There's a brief moment of silence.
"Duhh," The girl chimes matter-of-factly.
"You knew I loved you?" He says softly
"No, I didn't know that part yet and ILYT BTW, Peter. I said, 'duhh' because I like already knew you were Spiderman."
Peter's eyes widen. "What?!"
"Spiderman has saved me like a dozen times and I’m doing this über exclusive perfume mixing class so I started like noticing scents and you two totally have the same smell," she explains.
Peter is horrified. "I have a smell?"
"Yeah,” she sang “You smell like 'teenaged boy who uses AXE body spray as a substitute for a social life,' with unique notes of A4 paper, freshly ironed clothes and strawberry shortcake frosting."
"That's...interesting, but why didn't you ever say anything about me being Spiderman?"
"Because I'm not supposed to say your secret out loud, obvi, that's what good super-hero girlfriends do; I read that on Pinterest."
Peter's heart warmed at that. He realized now that he never should have doubted Y/N.
The touching moment was cut short when Peter's bedroom door was swung open by his aunt.
The scene before her was of Y/N sitting on the bed with Peter standing in front of her, May's bathrobe held wide open and her nephew was seemingly showing off his 'web shooter' to his girlfriend.
"Peter!!!" She screamed.
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