#washed up and changed clothes and im still somehow getting whiffs of it

[placesyoucallhome]

Happy Summer to Q'ruhka. May the gorgeous cat get plenty of sun and beach time. He is worth it.

Well being worth it might be a stretch, he will take the sun and beach!

[spidergoo]

I Think I Left My Consciousness on Your Front Door;

— eeeh i’m scared to share this but it’s a sfw heat?? but this was for my friend hehe so enjoy soft omega peter. reader is he/him but i don’t think i really mention pronouns only like once. xoxo enjoy (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

Peter was doing fine, on the battlefield doing his thing. He ignored the feelings of day before, the warning signs of the heat. Peter never tracked his heats which always ruined him somehow but he had never learned his lesson. The days where he wakes up to a math test or a speech he has to do in English.

Of course he was too embarrassed to tell Aunt May anything on those days. He’ll say he’s sick while Aunt May always tried to give him that “Omega Talk”. The one he dreads and whines over her trying to talk to him. Yeah Peter was an omega but he didn’t find it horrible just the heats were always on the worst timing.

“You okay kid?” Stark asks Peter having an overwhelming sensation of the heat that overcame his body. Suddenly the suit was suffocating, his body heat making it impossible to stay in.

“Yeah of course! Just under the weather a little.” Peter says zippling along the field. The battle was obvious that the avengers could take care of it if Peter needed to go home. He was growing up and the heat and his omega self was being more aggressive, making themselves well known.

“Are you sure?” Stark asks once more pushing the question to Peter, but once he said that Peter couldn’t handle the heat. He took off his mask mid battle sepeerating himself from the war. Breathing deeply his knees starting to get weak. Not now not now not now.

Peter soon couldn’t even stand at this point and he was drenched of his own scent, the sweat producing and he hasn’t even touched the battle. Mr. Stark flew over clicking on his suit to take off his mask.

“Kid, what’s going on?” Peter knew he couldn’t lie. As much as he would like to, this wasn’t just a cold it was much worse and Stark knew.

“H-Heat. In heat.” Peter pants sitting down no longer able to stand up. Mr. Stark grabbing him in his arms flying towards the nearest safest location which was the Stark building. While flying he couldn’t help but hear Peter telling him “he’s fine”.

Setting him down he grabbed his phone, your emergency number was down. You agreed to Peter’s hero lifestyle as long as you were told when he needed you or if something happened. If Mr. Stark said a word about Peter needing you, you were for sure on your way there.

“Don’t call him!” Peter yells from the couch, loosening the suit to make air breeze through is body but he was under a blanket. The blanket was definitely not helping but he does not want to be almost naked with Mr. Stark in the room.

“I’m calling him!” Stark yells from the other room, contacting you. You answered the phone obviously in the middle of driving. Answering the phone you questioned what was going on.

“You need to pick him up, like right now would be great.” Tony says while you suddenly changed your directions to Stark building. Giving him the “Im coming”

“What happened?” You asked while turning the street. Hearing Peter whine in the background you assumed the worst. Did he get stabbed? Was he in the hospital? Is he traumatized? “Is he okay?” You asked once again not controlling the nerves jumbling inside your body.

“Parker is fine. He’s in heat can barely stand up.” Tony says on the phone, you getting out of the car. Seeing the large building in front of you.

“Mr. Stark I said I’m fine! I can be in battle!” Peter gets himself up from the couch holding onto it because he doesn’t trust his body currently. Tony walking over setting him back down on the couch.

“You are not fine. Don’t worry Y/N is coming anytime soon.” Tony lays him down waiting for you to walk in the doors so you could take him off his hands. He didn’t know how to deal with this.

“I swear I am fine! If you let me-” Peter stops mid sentence when your scent filled his nose. The whiff he smelled when you opened the doors basically running inside. The room was filled with your scent and that make his knees basically weak. Peter was well losing his mind over well you smelled. “Maybe I should go home with him.” Peter laughs a little trying to hide the fact he said he could fight two seconds ago.

“Hey are you okay?” You walk near him sitting down. The silk you see producing through his pants luckily you always have spare clothes in the back of your car because this has happened more times then one.

“Fi-Fine you? You! smell really nice.” Peter leans on you sniffing you while you mouth a “thank you” to Tony seeing him fly back to the battle orginally they were suppose to be at.

“Here Pete we gotta go to the car.” You gran him he hooks onto you like a monkey. Going down the lobby grateful that there wasn’t anyone working the front desk currently knowing Peter would never come back from it.

Peter changed into your clothes. And if now your scent wasn’t intoxicating it sure damn was now. Your nice scent with a slight touch of the washing detergent. Perfect combination of his entire life.

You dropped him off at your house since it was closer then his and he didn’t want to worry Aunt May more then he already does he settled for it. Peter clinging onto you while you took the elevator upstairs to your apartment. Your parents thankfully not home to witness Peter in his crisis.

“You need to take a bath.” Flicking his forehead you see he’s gotten you clothes soaked in slick. You felt that this was going to be a normal thing this heat.

“What’s the point if I’m just going to get more slick on your clothes?” Peter sits on the toilet seat, waiting for you to come back with a fresh new set of clothes. You warmed up the bath, helping Peter get into it.

“I’ll put some layers on my bed, you want to just sleep naked?” You put some bubbles seeing Peter pout. “What? You don’t like “Eucalyptus Spearment” bubble bath?” You asked showing the bottle seeing Peter tilt his head because he’s never heard of that scent in his life.

“My friend gave it to me, one christmas have not used it once but! My boyfriend that is in need of a bubble bath will use it for me.” Pouring the substance seeing bubbles start to form. Peter laying down in the bath seeing that he didn’t quite fit. You grabbed the shampoo from your side of the shower pouring some on your hand.

“Thank you.” Peter says under his breath while you rub the shampoo through his hair. The scent of the bubble bath finally hitting his nose. Smiling while you poured warm water over his head washing the dirt and dust out of his hair.

You let Peter do his thing in the bath while you made your bed, making sure you put some blankets under where he would lay down. Espically since he might be overtaken from the scent of you, you aired out some windows grabbing the handy dandy fabreeze. Spraying some here and there making sure not to overload it. You heard Peter call out to you from the bathroom seeing him only in boxers waving at you to pick him up.

“My night and shining.” Peter chuckles in your chest while you laid him in the bed. You placing a light blanket on him. You laid next to him your scent filling up his nose feeling slick run down his thighs.

“This is embarrassing.” Peter says looking up at your ceiling. You got up from laying down seeing him press his legs together trying to stop the slick.

“What is embarrassing?” You ask, honestly he could spill as much slick and you wouldn’t be mad at him. His doey brown dreamy eyes looked at you the blush rising in his cheeks.

“That i’m in heat in your bed.”

“And...” You raise your eyebrow clicking your phone to play a couple songs that you knew he enjoyed to calm him down.

“And? I’m soaking your sheets in my own slick. My dignity? Lost.” Peter gestures with his hands till the end where he slams them on the bed giggling at his little rant.

“You will be fine buttercup. I love you regardless of the slick on my sheets.” Kissing his lips, embracing him separating yourself from him seeing him whine.

“Not. Helping.” He said feeling more slick run down his thighs. You laid back down holding his hand, fit perfectly with yours. His small touches of his made your heart beat faster.

“Are you hungry?”

“Hungry for you.” Peter realizes what he said when he hears you burst into laughter. “Sorry omega thing kinda kick into hyperdrive.” You couldn’t stop laughing.

“God that was incredibly cheesy.” Still chuckling wrapping your hands around him even if he didn’t want to be touched at first, till he basically turned into goo enjoying your touch.

“Why aren’t you getting your ruts? This isn’t fair.” Peter says seeing you burry your head into his neck leaving little pecks.

“We haven’t been together long enough for our heats and ruts to be synced.” Placing your leg over his body even if the small complains of his slick getting on you.

“Also never spray freebreeze in here.” Peter mumbles kissing your knuckles of your hands.

“Why?”

“Because I love smelling your scent.” Peter smiles turning to you. The love eyes he gives you made you coo at him.

“My baby! My sweetiepie! My angel! My honey! My boo bear!” You yelled out basically trying your hardest to not pounce on him with kisses. The sweetest things made you want to protect him from all the dangers in his world.

The night came you two just staying in bed, the small stars you could see from the window. The lights of New York and the cars speeding by the city. You saw Peter falling asleep on you. Peter turning towards you meowing a little.

“Do you need a change of boxers?” You asked moving his curls out of his face. Peter softly nodding half asleep but understanding what you’re saying.

You got an extra pair giving it to Peter while he changed you replacing the extra blanket with a new one. The ironically the spider-man he bought you one christmas. Peter laying on top feeling the fresh clean feeling against his skin.

“How long do you think this heat will be?” You ask turning on a little night light you had that shined on the ceiling. It was more for the looks of the stars that you got it for.

“This is my 3rd one? So maybe it will end by tomorrow.” Peter says letting his head rest on your chest. You ran your hand through his hair enjoying the time with him.

“You aren’t annoyed right?” Peter asks looking up at the artificial stars in your bedroom. Going in a swirly motion.

“No of course not.”

“Good because I was just worried. I can be a lot to take care.” The slow music while the stars allowed the moment to be peaceful. You kissing his hand giving him the affection he well deserves.

“Don’t worry, you will be out back in battle in a matter of time.” You tell him, his spider suit still on your bedroom floor. Not worried that your parents would walk in to see it on the ground.

“You know I enjoy this. Maybe when I’m not producing gallons of slick we could do this again.” Peter yawns seems like he’s trying to talk but his body is shutting down on him.

“I would love to. You can rest baby.”