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Congrats on 1k! So happy for you! 💕💕💕 how about 🍦with peter and reader with prompt 47 from list A?

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47) Person A is sitting on Person B’s lap and tries to kiss them but B is busy and A is sad and moves to get up but B grabs their hips and pulls them back, kissing them, and lets A cuddle into them

Warning: mentions of online classes 😥

Sleepover blurb- Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

You wouldn't say you were the type to be clingy. You were often busy yourself, with classes online and lab work with your dad and boyfriend.

You were lucky to have Peter stay over at the tower, as a precaution since May started working more late night shifts. He practically stayed at the tower.

More often than before though, your dad had been stealing your Peter time, taking him to his and Bruce's lab more than usual.

You didn't find that behaviour any unusual, but it still bummed you that you only got to see Peter during dinner and if you were lucky, in the zoom icon (no one needs to know that whenever that happened, his face took up your entire screen).

"Did you notice that dad's been hanging out with Peter more than before?" You ask Wanda, breathing over her shoulder to look at what she was doing.

She hummed, swirling her hands and doing the red glowy thing she did whenever she was deep in thought.

Sighing, you pushed yourself off the couch, opting to finish her half empty coffee mug instead. She didn't seem to notice anyway.

"FRI, is he in the lab?" You ask the AI instead, treading towards the lab anyway.

"Mister Parker is in boss' lab, do you need me to alert him of your presence?" She said.

"No thank you FRI," you muttered, waving your hand at the ceiling, "is dad there?"

"Boss is currently in Miss Potts' room-"

"-Yeah enough information please."

Scrunching your nose, you did a quick retina scan, looking as the glass door slid open with a whoosh. Smiling to yourself, you walked towards his hunched figure, making sure to walk quietly.

He still hasn't noticed You, too immersed in whatever project he was working on. Folding your hands behind your back, you smiled mischievously, walking on your tip toes.

Making sure he wasn't working on something that could potentially explode, you noticed his headphones, sliding them off his head.

"Guess who?" You snickered, laughing as he jumped, startled by your presence.

"Wha- Y/N! Jesus you scared me." He said, shaking his head as he placed the screwdriver on the table.

"What are you doing?" You asked, sitting on the counter, cluttered with working tools.

"My webshooters." He said absentmindedly, splitting them open.

Pouting, you swing your legs to get his attention, nudging his chair with your foot. You could see him smirking, but he was still looking down.

"Will you show me how to fix them?" You ask, hoping to get a reaction from him. When he didn't say anything, you climbed off the counter, standing next to him.

"You already know how to fix them Y/n/n."

"No I don't."

Keeping one foot down, you straddled his lap, making him drop his instruments in surprise.

Leaning forward to kiss him, your eyes widened when he pulled back, leaning as behind as possible in his spinny chair.

Grunting, you leaned forward again, scowling at his grinning face.

"Aww this is what you get for disturbing me." He snickered, holding your waist as you huffed.

"Disturbing you? All you do after class is hang out with my dad! It's like I never get to meet you anymore!"

"Baby you could've just said that. I'm sure mister Stark would understand." He smiled, tucking a strand of your hair.

"He wouldn't understand. He's taking up all my Peter time." You said, playing with his fingers.

You saw him smile as you did so, completely aware of your obsession with his fingers. His breath fanned your nose as he looked at You, his eyes sparkling under the harsh fluorescent lights of the lab.

Just as you were about to get up, he pulled you by your waist, holding your neck as he kissed You, soft and warm and familiar. Your heart fluttered with Every movement of your lips, not noticing your surroundings as your dad took that moment to enter the lab.

"Come on! Not in my lab!"

[spideyspeaches]

🍦- maybe Peter gets back to his apartment after a long day and reader immediately realizes just how tired he is so she starts cuddling him when usually the roles are reversed? Kinda similar to this

And congrats on hitting yet another milestone! I'm so proud of you! 🎉🎉🎉🎉

Ahhh OMG suz this is so cute ajdjsjf 😭 also I love you did I ever tell ya??? 💙💙💙💙

Sleepover blurb- College!Peter Parker x College!Reader

College was hitting Peter hard.

It was no secret that Peter Parker was smart, he had a consistent A grade throughout his high school life, even with the spider-manning. And yet, it was nothing compared to what he saw in the classrooms of MIT.

Combine that with being a college student, Spider-Man and Dr. Octavious' part time lab assistant? It was only a matter of time before he burnt out.

("I'm okay Y/n, I swear I am. The others have to go through the same things I do, it's nothing different."

"The others aren't part time vigilantes, Peter!")

You were concerned about him, without a doubt. You understood how eventually, even the 'gifted' ones burned the ends of their candles, and you were concerned that Peter was going to end up being one of them.

You tried to convince him to take a break, once in a while, to rest his mind. But he insisted he was okay. You knew that was a lie, with the dark eyebags and the constant headaches he complained about, he was already at the burning end.

Looking up from your textbook, you hear him sigh as he entered your shared apartment, the one just outside of your campus, flopping on the squeaky chair he was obsessed with.

Folding your book softly, you trudged towards him, his head held in his fingers (you could see him tugging at his curls, the way he did whenever he felt overwhelmed).

Nudging his arms, you held his head to your chest, rubbing his back in what you hoped was comforting. Apparently it was, because he only buried his nose deeper.

"How was lab?" You asked softly, holding his cheeks in your hands.

He just smiled, kissing the inner side of your palm. Standing up, he held onto your shoulders, walking both of you to your bed.

Sitting down, he nudged your foot so you would fold your legs, tenderly keeping his head on your folded legs.

"You know how he is, cranky old bastard." He muttered, eyelids fluttering close as you ran your hands through the curls.

"Cranky old bastard? You're not gonna let him hear you say that right?" You laughed, hitting his chest lightly when he smiled, opening his doe eyes.

Your heart ached at the scene, it was good to see that he was finally letting you look after him.

"No one's here to snitch other than you." He said, pulling you so that you were lying besides him. Curling into his side, you placed your one leg on the dip of his waist.

"Hmm, no I wouldn't snitch on you, you're gonna remain the sweet baby angel in his eyes." You snicker, burying your face in his neck.

You felt him huff a laugh, taking your hand and holding it to his chest, intertwining your fingers.

"Sweet baby angel?"

"Hmm, yeah, my sweet baby angel."

So... I'm soft 👉👈

[spideyspeaches]

First of all congrats 🥳 and secondly 🍸11 and 24 from the second list with Tom. Idk if it makes any sense but, I know you can😉

Anfjsjjfjr thank you so much!!! Hehe this turned fluffy oop-

24. "Umm...actually your book is upside-down"

11. "Shut up and kiss me you idiot"

Sleepover blurb- Frat!Tom Holland x Reader

Groaning for what felt like the millionth time, you let the book fall on your face, flopping your sore arms as you craned your neck to look at your snickering boyfriend.

You had been studying with him- it was one of the rare times Tom had missed a party for you and your study sessions (though they were becoming increasingly common).

Heaving a sigh, you flopped on your stomach, your crop shirt riding up to expose your bare back, shivering as the cold air hit you.

Groaning again, you crawl painstakingly towards his hunched figure, making grabby hands to, well, grab his attention.

"Thomas! Look here." You said, prolonging his name. You could see the smirk he was hiding underneath the book as you crawled on his lap, keeping your head on his thigh as you looked at him, a goofy grin playing on both of your faces.

"What's wrong love? Why aren't you studying like you asked me to?" He shrugged, hiding his face behind the book he was reading.

Rolling your eyes, you tugged at his rolled up sleeve, sticking your tongue out.

"I'm bored, I don't wanna study anymore," you pouted, "besides, you're not even reading."

"Of course I'm reading hun! Look at this, I'm even holding the book the way you like." He showed you the book, eyes shining with mirth. His one hand slipped up your bare stomach, a coil of tension forming there as he continued rubbing circles.

"You totally aren't reading the book. The book's upside down." You laughed, propping yourself up. You snickered when he hissed as your elbow dug into his thigh, keeping yourself between the book and himself.

"No it isn't. Look, I'm reading." He muttered.

"Umm... actually it isn't."

Circling your hands behind his neck, you played with the hair on the nape of his neck, bringing your thighs as they clench around his waist.

Leaning forward, you kissed him softly, relishing at the feeling of his hands caress your waist, his fingers hitching higher and higher, only to stop as he pulled away.

"What?" You asked, raising your eyebrow in confusion, "why'd you stop?"

"If you wanted to make out," he smirked, touching your forehead with his, "we could have just gone to the party my frat was organising."

"Organising is a big word for the chaos that occurs there." You smiled. Your heart thrummed, your thighs clenching unconsciously at his fingers dancing on your skin.

"One in the same thing. We haven't even studied anything, at least they give booze there." He rolled his eyes, inching forward with every word. You could feel his hot breath on your neck, shivering at the contact of the cold ring he had borrowed from Harrison.

"Yeah, but we wouldn't get the privacy we get here. Now, shut up and kiss me, you idiot."

And well, you were right. You had more privacy here than down there, cause you ended up doing more than kiss that night.