#andrew garfield!peter parker

[spiderfunkz]

─── 𐙚 moon, rain, & our hearts intertwined

pairings. peter parker x fem!reader

word count. 0,3k

cw. fluff, everything u expect from a nerdy + awkward guy, established relationship, some spider-man swining action, and a kiss (in the rain).

a/n : been so busy lately so i haven't written a fic in a while. this is kinda rusty, dunno if i'll be posting more after this but lets just see..

"oh, it's raining." peter looked up, he should've known. should've picked a different day where the skies are free of tears. he frowns as he turns around, "shoot, i forgot my umbrella. sorry."

"nonsense. it's just rain." you smile, "we can wait it out." you added, you both are standing underneath the awning anyways.

he stood beside you, hands down, pinky reaching out to yours. a small gesture you always thought was cute. "it's raining hard, it'll be up for a while," — "that's okay. i have all the time in the world." you lean your head on his shoulder.

"the moon's coming up," peter pointed. the stars were starting to shine under the surprisingly empty street you're on. peter knew this street well, he knew it was quiet, humble. the perfect spot to have a third date with.

the restaurant was quaint, old-fashioned, and definitely underrated. fairly cozy too.

you hum, harmonizing with the buzz-y streetlights. "do you trust me?" peter asks, "why shouldn't i?" you raise a brow.

peter knew it was risky, but boy—would it be a memory.

"okay. i'll swing you to your place. don't worry, your curls won't get damaged. i promise. my jacket will be on your head and i'll hold you tight." he says, it sounded more like a statement rather than a suggestion. his voice was low, though, he knew the old couple sitting by couldn't hear him either way.

"you promise you won't drop me?"

he giggles, "i would never drop you, promise."

you nod your head, agreeing as he lent his jacket to you. it smelled like him, or rather the cologne you bought for him. he never used another one since.

the minute after that felt like a rush. at least your curls were fine though. the rest of you, whatever, you knew peter will fix you up after.

the land to your place snapped you out of the rush. "you okay?" peter fixed up the jacket covering your head, "yeah, are you?" you laugh, peter's hair was drenched.

"i think so." he smiled.

"the rain smudged your lipstick." he wiped. he's always so gentle with you, his touch is soft.

"still pretty." he smiles.

"do i get a goodbye kiss now, bugboy?"

he leans in, never mind, he thought. today was the perfect day, the rain is no one against the two of you.

[babeyvenus]

Venom?

Tasm! Peter x Venom! Reader

Ch. 3

Peter led you back home, now on high alert. He didn't let you get up to get anything without him unless you needed to use the bathroom.

Any other time, he had you laying down in bed. It bugged you a bit, but it was sweet of him to be so worried.

Does he taste sweet, though?

You paused. What the fuck. Taste??? Why would you want to taste him?

Sensing your sudden discomfort and silence made him glance over to you. "You okay?", he asked for the umpteenth time.

You force a smile on your face, giving him a nod. "Mhm." His eyes narrowed a bit but he didn't press you.

Hungry.

The voice made you flinch a bit which made Peter stand. "What's wrong?"

You shook your head. "Just feeling hungry right now.", you rushed. He nodded. "What're you feeling up to? Take out? Pizza?"

You nod. "Pizza sounds nice. Just something to get in my system."

Peter nodded, grabbing his phone to call for delivery. He would've gone out to get you some other foods, but didn't trust himself to leave you alone again.

After he finished, he hung up and sighed softly, glancing at you again. "You sure you're okay?"

You couldn't give him much of an answer, considering there wasn't much he could do. "I don't even know, P. One minute I've got a booming headache, the next I'm hearing the same voice and the pain goes away once it's satisfied. I'm trying as much as I can to make sure it stays satisfied so it can shut up."

Once you say that, a warning growl echoes in your head.

He looked at you, worried and dejected. "I don't like feeling helpless.", he says, sitting on the bed next to you. You nodded. "I know. That's what sucks."

"I don't wanna say whatever this thing is might be corrupting you or infecting you…", he shrugs and shakes his head. "I don't know what to call it. The only word I can think of is parasite, since it's living off of you."

Parasite!?

The loud voice booms in your ears, making you flinch and cover them. "I think you just said a very bad word.", you whispered. Peter looks at you in confusion and worry. "What, Para—" You quickly covered his mouth. "Yes, that word. Don't say it again."

Nodding, he shuts his lips and you remove your hand. The voice quiets down and you sigh in relief. "I've never been so glad for silence.", you say, giving Peter a weak smile.

"It's that loud, huh?", he joked.

"Very.", you replied. Snuggling up to him, you laid your head on his chest, receiving an arm around you in return.

The soft beats against your ear makes you want to shut your eyes and hide away from the world.

"Comfy?" Peter interrupts your thoughts.

You nod, smiling. "Your heart's beating really fast." He huffed out a chuckle. "Could've mistaken that for yours. Yours is going a mile a minute."

The peace doesn't last long once the doorbell starts ringing obnoxiously, which causes you to flinch away from Peter, and cover your ears in pain.

"What!? What's-", his heart dropped in realization. Loud noises. The thing can't stand loud noises. He stored that information in the back of his mind.

Thrashing around made Peter panic between trying to calm you down and going for the door instead.

He opened the front door, quickly taking the pizza and slamming the door in the deliverer's face before setting the pizza box on the table and coming to your aid.

Like before, darkened veins appeared on your skin as they enlarged. To Peter, he'd already stopped the doorbell from ringing more, but to you and the intruder in you, the ringing echoed until it stopped.

Trembling from the sudden quiet, you drop your arms and glance at him. He made his way over to you, scooping you in his arms. "It's over. I got you.", he reassures. You curled up, letting out a sigh.

"I don't think you can even listen to music anymore.", he tried to joke. You shook your head. "Silence sounds so good right now."

"And pizza?", he asked. You nodded, giving him a weak smile. He slipped away, sitting you up on your bed frame before leaving to get the pizza box.

He couldn't imagine how painful it was. To see that something like loud noises could trigger the thing made him paranoid. His hearing was very good, but not that sensitive.

What if it was something louder? If not a doorbell, what else would he have to protect you from? Car horns? Sirens? Was yelling too loud? Did your own screams hurt you back at the hospital?

His thoughts constantly jumbled together and you could see it on his face. "Your thoughts are loud.", you say, snapping him out.

His eyes widened. "You can read my mind too?" You snorted and shook your head. "No, you're just an open book. Quit worrying."

He huffed, sitting next to you. "I can't help that. I worry about you because I care. I should've taken you home that night."

"But you did.", you say. He gives you a grimace. "I meant before finding you passed out in an alley I specifically told you not to go walking through."

"Now it's my fault?", you ask, raising an eyebrow. Peter quickly responded, "Your words, not mine."

Rolling your eyes with a smile, you take a slice, humming in satisfaction of the food.

After eating plenty of slices and leaving the rest for Peter, you sighed in relief. "You doing okay?", Peter asked. Only having energy to nod, you did.

Everything felt content for however long it'll last until both of you perked up to the sound of sirens speeding down the street.

"Dammit.", Peter mumbled and looked down at you. "I don't wanna leave you alone."

You gave him a soft smile, trying to reassure him. "I think I'll be fine without you babysitting me, Pete. Go be Spiderman."

He bit his lip before sighing and nodding. "Okay. Okay." He pressed a kiss to your forehead before going for your window. He paused and looked back at you, "Just... Call if you get a weird feeling. Please."

You nod, giving him a light push. "You're gonna be late.", you laugh with a whine. A smile appearing on his face, he opened your window. "Love you.", he says.

Grinning, you walk over to kiss his cheek. "I love you. Now, go.", you say, and he chuckled, swinging out of the window.

You watch him leave before letting out a sigh and closed the window. "Please, don't let anything happen to today.", you begged to no one special.

[exist4me]

Distraction

cw: grinding, cumming in pants, dirty talk18+ minor DNI

word count: 595

Peter was easily distracted by your presence, your smell, your voice, and your beautiful face. It can make the rest of the world disappear. His heightened senses didn’t help at all. You were the center of his universe. However, he needed to finish up an important work assignment which left you in the living room of his apartment watching TV and him in his room. You sighed, bored alone missing Peter. He’s been hauled up in his room for hours working without break. You left the living room to meet Peter in his room.

“Babe can I come in?” you asked after knocking on his door. 

“Come in” 

You opened the door, entered the room, you closed it behind you. He turned his chair to face you, smiling tenderly. 

“What’s up baby?” he asked

“I miss you” you pout, walking up to him. He whispered come here, patting his thighs. You straddle him in his desk chair. His firm arms wrapped around your waist as you place your arms around his neck. 

Resting your head on his shoulder you ask him, “ Baby, are you done yet? I’m bored.”

He’s stroking his thumb on your hipbone, “Not yet baby. I’m almost done.” you leave small kisses around his neck and behind his ears begging him to hurry up and play with you. He whines into your ears, feeling his warm breath on your face, “You're not playing fair”

You laugh. He looks at you lovingly, drinking in your soft joyful laughter. He leaves a short sweet kiss on the tip of your nose. Looking up at his beautiful delicate brown eyes, your lips met in a gentle embrace that quickly turned into an intense heated battle. You grind in his lap, biting his bottom lip, he lets out a faint gasp. Your tongue meets his, deepening the kiss, and his hips jerk up. You can feel his hard cock grazing your heated center. Moaning, you slowly pulled away, breathing deeply into each other's faces. You move to suck and nibble on his right ear, and he whimpers weakly, groping your ass, and pushing you further into his tented crotch. You lick and suck on his neck down to where his shoulders meet leaving a wet trail. You push and roll your hips down into him savoring the sounds he makes.

“Don’t you miss this baby?” you teased. “Don’t you want to feel your wet pussy? It’s all yours to take, play with, and cum in. I miss your thick, heavy cock. Please play with me. Let me hear you” Peter groans deeply. He whines as you bend down to suck his nipples through his shirt.

“Fuck, baby…. You're gonna make me cum.” Peter cried out. You kiss him deeply and messily, grinding harder into his cock you feel it throbbing and twitching under you. You can feel your own panty wet and drenched, sticking to you.

“Baby, please keep rubbing me….please, please. I'm so close. Let me cum please.” he begged. You suck on his Adam's apple, grinding and moving your hips intensely on his cock. 

“Baby, I-” Peter mewled, throwing his head back. You feel him grope your ass forcefully, his hips jerking up in a powerful thrust as he cums. You hear him moan and whimper above you. Peter comes undone intensely, soiling his pants with cum. You smile at his dazed face proudly. You’re both breathing heavily after grinding and jerking on each other. Peter looks down at you smiling goofily. 

“I could take a break,” he said. You let out a loud, hearty laugh.

[bby666k]

i made a cute moodboard of peter from my DR n i like it a lot

[tarzinnia]

Next round of Conversations With Peter Parker will probably be out later this week on my TASM blog (@backupanddoitagain). Working on the second chapter of an angsty piece that has me by the throat, but that one will take awhile...

[bethsvrse]

me staring at my ceiling after y/n does the most FLABBERGASTING thing ever

[c1nnam00n]

me seeing that my fav character barely/doesn’t have any fanfics OR imagines

[ruerecs]

PSA! you don't have to have smut in your fic to make it good.

for all the butthurt people in my reblogs, i’m literally a writer too. that’s literally why i made this post, never said you shouldn’t. just said you don’t have to? (all the people complaining about this post just know i’m laughing at your replies🙂‍↕️)

[ifuckinglovelemondemon-srs]

You know a characther is fucked up and traumatized when they are wearing one of these

Edit: half of this characther were put against my will

Edit 2: i reached the fucking tag limit

[bitchycheesecakecat]

[sincericida]

OMFG

traitor [I]

[tasm!peter parker x reader]

spoiler free | part one | word count: 6.5k

summary: your friend group consisted of five— you, peter parker, mary jane watson, harry osborn, and gwen stacy. if you asked each of them who the traitor in the group was… well, they’d all have different answers

warnings: f!reader, complicated friend group drama, a whole lot of plot, lots of events & time skips (might be confusing im sorry), loosely based on the tasm!interpretation of harry osborn and gwen stacy, some tasm! elements but overall different timeline, accelerated aspects of tasm plot, part 1/3

masterlist! , part two

note: for the sake of the plot, harry’s the same age as everyone else

Birthdays.

Sacred days that were to be celebrated in the most elaborate fashion— that is if you were a part of ESU’s hottest and richest clique (Harry’s words, not yours). Though the only person in said clique with any type of financial stability was Harry Osborn himself; the rest of you—consisting of Peter Parker, Mary Jane Watson, Gwen Stacy and yourself—were all broke college students living on cup noodles and peanut butter.

“Tonight, we’re all getting wasted,” a suave voice announced the minute he saw all of you waiting for him by the dining hall. Meet Harry:

Continuar lendo

[spiderfunkz]

heyy could you do a peter parker blurb based on him asking you out on the last day of school? i love ur writing btw

✧ LOVE ON A LAST DAY.

summary : someone has a pretty crush on you!

word count : 0,7k

contains : fluff, fem!reader, super cutesy stuff.

a/n : next month i'll be graduating so this prompt is actually perfect omg omg, thank u for requesting anon i hope u like this !!! 🤭 i used the word 'smile' so much in this i apologize

"hey, peter!"

you waved cheerfully,

it was the last day of school. the final bell just rang and everyone is running out of the building yelling, cheering, crying, and smiling. papers were scattered, pens fell out of backpacks, shirts were signed, and flowers were exchanged.

you were going to hangout with your friends but that's when you spot peter at the end of the hall. hair messy, backpack full, his hands were in his pocket, he looked very nervous.

but you weren't going to leave him alone like that, it's been a while since you two have catched up.

you have been friends since middle-school, but as friends do, they drift apart, though you've never lost that spark with peter. you loved his company & he loved yours.

"hi!" peter waved.

you catch up to him, "hey, i didn't see you anywhere today! you haven't gotten a chance to sign my jacket yet. here," you pass a marker.

"i saved you a spot to sign." he nods, signing it.

you smile, "aw, this looks perfect."

he smiles too, he seems to be very smiley every time he's around you.

sometimes he forgets that you can see how much he smiles when he's near you, or how you can see that he's clearly staring at you.

"what? do i have something on my face?" you rub your cheek,

"oh, no. no you don't, sorry."

"you sure?"

he nods.

"you're weirdly quiet. you okay? i'm still going to the same college as you if that's what you're worrying about," you giggle.

peter has always loved how easy you are to talk to. in a way that there's never awkward pauses between conversations, and how your smile makes everything feel so calm and nice.

"i know. i just, uh-" he fiddles with something in his pocket, "there's something i wanna say, if that's okay."

"yeah, why wouldn't it not be okay?"

he shakes his head, smiling.

he passes you a picture from his pocket along with a small flower he picked.

you take it, your hand softly brushing his hand for a second.

it was a picture he took 2 months ago. you remember the day very well.

it was hot, awfully hot for new york. there were no clouds, the skies were clear and everybody was talking about it. how eager they are to take a walk and how excited they are to enjoy time outside.

though you and peter wanted nothing more but to stay inside, but this doesn't happen everyday. so why not try your best to enjoy it?

you were at the park and just finished your 2nd cup of lemonade (it was peter's), peter brought his camera for memories. your hair kept sticking to your face and it didn't help that you were smiling a ton so it got in your lipgloss as well.

suddenly wind came and flew past you. the air felt cool for a second and your hair went all over your face, you still smiled though.

peter saw and took a picture immediately, the sun perfectly leaving a glow on your hair, also giving your lips a nice glow.

"did you just take a picture?" he quickly shook his head, "yes you did! let me see!" — "no! i know you're just gonna delete it."

you finally saw the picture. at the bottom you can see a handwritten note on it. a beautiful day with the most beautiful girl!

"peter, this is so cute. you- you took this?" you asked, he nods shyly.

you couldn't hide the fact that your face grew red. "i was wondering... if maybe the most beautiful girl in the world would like to maybe.. like to.. go out with me sometimes..?"

peter said, whispering the last few words, looking down at his shoes, the doodled converses you once drew on.

you smile, "i'd love to."

he looks up, shocked. "really?"

"yeah! i mean all of this coming from the most prettiest, talented, caring boy in the world? how could i say no?" you smile, teasingly.

peter smiles.

he thinks for a second before taking the small flower from your hands and tucking it behind your ear, "pretty." he says, stated actually.

"so are you going to walk me home now, most beautiful boy in the world?" you ask. he nods almost immediately, "absolutely, most perfect girl in the world."

you walk outside the building, your hand holding his.

"just so you know i'm gonna draw a big red heart around your signature on my jacket."

[iridescentparkers]

lessons in sexting ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

warnings: very suggestive! (18+)

“PETER!” you exclaimed, and he dropped inside of your bedroom window. You lay on your shared bed where you once waited for him to arrive. He yanked off his mask and crawled between your legs, quickly placing his hand along your waist and head buried in your chest. “What’s wrong?”

“I can never go outside again,” he muffled, turning his face to the side as he remained on your chest. 

“What are you talking about?”

He dug around in his pocket before grabbing his phone and scrolling to find a picture of himself. Lying down, his sight refused to meet yours as his head remained turned to the side, and he raised his phone to your face. “Read the text.” 

The photo was quite…shameful. In the photo, the phone was angled downwards towards the bottom half of his thin, sweaty suit. Peter was unbelievably hard and gripping his erection above the material. The upper half of the photo showed Peter’s teeth gripping his mask, drippings of sweat falling down his face. Underneath it was a text that read, “Baby, I miss you <3” 

“I didn’t get this text-” 

“Look up,” he murmured, and you moved your eyes to see that he sent it to Harry. You couldn’t help but laugh, Peter then groaned into your body and placed his hands on his face. 

“Is business rough these days? I didn’t realize Spiderman offered this kind of service.” You laughed, slamming his phone down on the bed. 

“Please.” he began, “He hasn’t responded 'cause it's late but I know he will never let this die.” 

“I don’t know if I will either!” 

“I missed, you!” He exclaimed. “It was getting boring and hot in that suit.”

“If it helps,” you whispered, running your fingers through his unkempt hair. “You looked good.”

“Really good?” He murmured, moving his eyes up to your face before placing kisses on the top of your breasts.

“Mmm hmm,” you hummed, nodding as Peter moved to hover above your body, placing you beneath him as he kissed you deeply. “Really good.”

[cosbug]

Someone on here said “I love the way you draw Andrew” and that was enough for me to draw for the full 48 hours after HDHAH

Thank you so much to that person for the compliment and the motivation RAH <3

I’m going to clean up the linework some more but was way too excited to share, I’m kinda proud of this one

(Edit: I cleaned it up a little >:D TOP LEFT SPIDEY GAVE ME ISSUES FR 🫡)

[p3terparker]

𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆 𝗺𝗲 - 𝗽𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: peter wants to be babied.

𝘄/𝗰: 0.5k

𝗮/𝗻: hey guys!! it has been nearly a year since i’ve last written and i just wanna say i’m sorry for leaving for so long </3 please do bear with me, this may not be that good judging by how long it’s been since i’ve last written. i hope you enjoy though! also for everyone who has requested something, i haven’t forgotten about you! i’m getting to those soon :)

“please hold me” 

it’s nearly 1am and you’re sprawled out on your bed watching some random movie that was playing on tv. you’ve been up waiting for hours for peter to come by after patrol, and now he’s finally here sneaking in through your window.

“are you okay baby? you finished up pretty late” you question softly as you take off his mask and brush his hair out of his face.

“i’m fine. i just want you to hold me” he says tiredly and practically puts all of his body weight on you, causing you both to fall back onto your bed.

adjusting yourselves to get more comfortable, you’re now laid back on your pillow as you hug peters large frame while his face is nuzzled in your chest.

you two lay silently as you rub his back until you decide to break the silence.

“you know, you’re still in your suit. you’re getting my bed dirty.”

“you just want me to take it off so you can see me naked”

“you’re done” you say before attempting to push him off of you. peter quickly caught your hands before you could even try.

“how did you–”

“i’m spider-man, baby”

“clearly” you chuckle, referring to him still being in his suit.

“since you want to see me naked so bad, i’ll take it off” he groans as if it’s the hardest task in the world. “happy now?”

“very. now come lay back down”

you don’t have to tell him twice. he quickly gets back into the position you two were in before and enjoys the warmth and comfort you bring him.

“you’re so perfect petey, did you know that?”

“mmm” he groans into as he nuzzles his face further into your chest, enjoying the sudden compliment.

“i mean seriously. you’re so smart, so strong, so caring and so funny. you being handsome is just the cherry on top”

“stoppp” he whines. “i’m blushing.”

“okay fine, i’m done”

“nooo, i didn’t mean it! keep going please” he cries as he lifts up his head to look at you.

“you are truly such a big baby”

“i’m your big baby. now continue please, i love being praised by you.”

how could you deny him?

“i love how cute you are. you have the prettiest brown hair and eyes. your face is perfectly sculpted too. i don’t know how i got blessed with the most handsome boyfriend in the world.” 

“mmm” he groans again in complete ecstasy. hearing your compliments is like music to his ears.

“you’re so cute, i just want to squish your cheeks” you say before lifting his head up slightly and squishing his cheeks together.

you cannot believe he’s letting you baby him like this.

“aww petey, you’re so adorable” 

“thank you” he says with a pink tint on his cheeks as he rests his head on your chest again, suddenly feeling sleepy.

you two sat in silence for a few more minutes and he peacefully drifted to sleep.

you were definitely going to make fun of him for tonight in the morning.

[lostalioth]

𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐛𝐬

→ premise: peter needed to test how strong the new formula for his web shooters is so why not get his gf’s help, and have a little fun with it. its not like he had millions of other more scientific ways to test its strength.

→ pairing: tasm!peter x fem!reader

→ warnings: smut | 18+, bondage [with peters webs], fingering, small edging, peter possibly ooc, nicknames [baby, princess]

→ a/n: kinktober 04

Sure Peter had plenty of other ways he could test out the strength of his newly formulated web fluid. But you were just so eager to help your boyfriend out, always asking him if there was something you could do. Sewing up gashes and holes in his spider suit, patching him up after a fight, etc. So why not enlist the help of his pretty girlfriend instead of testing it out the same old boring way he always did. Of course being unaware of his little scheme you innocently and sweetly said yes when he asked if you'd help him out with an experiment. That was how you ended up in Peter's bed, hands restrained together and stuck to the headboard with his webs.

His body was currently nestled between your spread legs, eyes roaming your body before fixing on your face. Your lower half is entirely exposed, the breeze from his open window nipping at your skin making you squirm. “This wasn't what I thought you meant when you asked for help, and I said yes Peter” you whine and buck your hips into his touch as his hands roam up your sides, rubbing and caressing your body. You can feel the cool metal of the singular web shooter strapped to his left wrist. “Oh this is fully what I intended when I asked baby, tug all you want, squirm all you want” he coos as he uncovers your breasts by pushing your shirt up to reveal them. “Need to test how strong the new formula is” he explains softly as his right hand falls between your open thighs, middle and ring fingers nudging open your slit and rubbing through your folds. Slick immediately collecting on the tips of his slender fingers.

With a sharp intake of breath you twist your body and try shifting your hips away from his hands. His free hand that has the web shooter aims towards your writhing leg and shoots webs that wrap your ankle tethering it to his foot board. “You sure this wasn’t what you intended, princess? You're so wet for me” he emphasizes his tease with a tilt of his head, smirking softly as his two fingers push at your hole.

You whine and push your hips back on his hand trying to get them inside you, your hole clenching at the small intrusion. “I missed you Pete, you've been so busy” you explain and look through your lashes at your boyfriend hovering over you, your eyes full of longing and love. “Awww well i'm here now baby” he leans down and presses his lips to yours just as his two fingers push knuckle deep inside you. You let out a short surprised moan against his lips as you kiss back greedily. You tug at the webs around your wrists, hands desperate and itching to touch Peter. “Keep tugging baby, try your hardest, you can do it” he mumbles into your mouth, his words both encouraging and mocking before humming when you whine in response. Goosebumps rise on your skin from the pleasure, his free hand coming to pin your hips down holding them still.

Pumping his fingers in and out of your leaking cunt, a sloppy squelching sound filling the room along with your muffled whimpers and moans. “Fuck!~” you let out a plaintive cry and pull away from peters mouth when his thumb is added in, stimulating your clit. Rubbing small circles on your bundle of nerves as his fingers speed up their movement, making your mouth fall open and your head fall back against his pillows. Your hands tug as well as your leg at his webbing, the action doing nothing to tear or unstick it. A heat spreading through your body, you liked this idea of him tying you up with his webs more than you could’ve guessed, the heat settling and growing in the pit of your stomach.

“Come on baby, i don't think your tryin’ hard enough to break out” he taunts as his long fingers find that spongy spot deep inside you and start abusing it, the rough pad of his tongue speeding up its circles. “Gonna have you cumming before you break the webs princess” he chuckles softly and leans down to kiss along the exposed column of your neck. Your head goes fuzzy from his mouth on you, his fingers ruthlessly thrusting inside you, the feeling of him all over you. “Can’t- I can’t do it Pete, i cant break em’ fuck- please baby im gonna cum!” you whine and cry out, your eyes squeezed shut as you teeter on the edge of your climax.

He grabs ahold of your chin and moves your head up the movement forces your eyes open, you stare into his deep brown eyes, his pupils blown.

“Not yet baby, the experiment hasn't gone on long enough, need to see if they break” his voice comes out sweet yet concedesing as he crashes his lips against yours to muffle your wanton moan.

Truthfully Peter had gotten enough information from all your squirming and pulling that he figured it was strong enough, he was just having far too much fun playing with his pretty girlfriend.

→ a/n: i havent written for tasm!peter in a bit so I feel like he’s possibly out of character ? Idk I felt rusty when writing him