#nowayhome x reader

[eilishsings]

PHOTOGRAPH. [p.p]

PAIRING: peter parker x spider woman (f) reader.

GENRE: +16, smut.

SUMMARY: peter uses his camera to photograph you during morning sex.

CONTENT: sex morning, oral (m), overstimulation, swearing, fingering, unprotected sex, lactation kink.

NOTES: i really enjoyed writing about a reader with super powers, so i decided to do more of that. remember, english it is not my first language, so spelling mistakes will be made here, feel free to correct me. send me your thoughts. <3

The beams of sunlight slowly broke through the blinds and illuminated the convenient, bringing clarity to the bedroom that had its silence shattered by the small snores that escaped from the mouth of the sleeping man above you. Peter slept serenely, his head resting on your breasts, strategically to follow your heartbeat, with his arms wrapped tightly around your body, preventing you from moving away from him. Thanks to your powers of endurance, supporting his body weight was insignificant, but you couldn't complain, the need he had to stay by your side was the same you felt.

Peter needed to feel you with him, needed to be close enough to smell you, to keep his fingers intertwined, or to wrap his legs around yours under the covers. It was an urge that he was unable to control, and you could never complain, appreciating every time he reminded you that he was by your side.

"It's quite a view, isn't it?" Parker observes the view the window provided, his husky, morning voice catching you off guard, causing you to turn your head so your gazes meet. His appearance was even better than you remembered, the tousled hair occupying his forehead and his eyes ajar, still brimming with sleepiness.

"No better looking than you." You smiled when he lowered his gaze in bewilderment at your words and buried his face between your breasts, hiding the blush that appeared on your cheeks. You were always amused at the way he blushed when he was complimented, taking advantage of that to be a tease.

"What time is it?" He staggered, resting his chin on your skin to look at you.

You narrowed your eyes and lifted your wrist, pretending there was a clock to check the time. "Time to kiss." Peter rolled his eyes, but he could never deny it. Propping himself up on his elbows and leaning forward, he pressed his lips to yours and purposefully moved his hips, rubbing his morning erection against your leg.

"Better like this?"

"Not yet."

You took him by surprise when you reversed positions, making him sink into the mattress with the weight of your body sitting between his legs. Not wanting your front neighbors to become witnesses, you threw two webs at the curtains and pulled them to cover the blinds. The dawn light still penetrated through the fabric and reflected off of you, illuminating your body and highlighting your curves even under your nightgown. Peter could easily believe that he was facing a deity. He groaned when felt your hand groping your erection and lifted he hips, making it easier to remove the underwear to him’s ankles. You felt your mouth salivate as you looked down and were met with the sight of his dick raised against his abdomen, accompanied by dilated veins and swollen head, making him so inviting to your mouth.

Crouching between his legs, you held his penis up and licked his swollen testicles, sucking on them at length and pumping him slowly with your hand. Peter sighed and leaned his head against the headboard, humming praises as you swirled your tongue around the glans repeatedly, before shoving it to the back of your throat, contracting your cheeks as you moved your head up and down. Peter wrapped his hand in your hair and guided you to suck with more agility, lifting your hips off the mattress and pushing his cock further into your throat when you moaned around him, sending him vibrations and making him taste iron as he ran his tongue over your slit lip.

Peter lowered his brown eyes to look at you, finding the most tempting sight in front of him. You had your eyes closed, choking slightly on the tears running down your cheeks, just as your saliva stained your chin. And even though your lungs were begging for air, none of this could stop you, who were intent on continuing the movements to make him cum. Feeling on edge, the man cried out as he came apart for the first time, his whitish ribbons reaching the bottom of your throat and filling your mouth, your inflated cheeks dimpling as you swallowed and savored his cum.

Your eyes opened to see him breathing uncompensated, feeling proud of what you had done. You pull away with a line of saliva running down your mouth and rise to sit on his legs, the man's big hands holding the sides of your nightgown to pull the garment by yours arms, throwing it to the floor as well as your panties. Peter wrapped a hand around the back of your neck and brought you forward, colliding your lips and resuming the kiss with less delicacy and savoring the taste of him’s sperm still fresh on your tongue. One of the advantages of having high stamina was that he didn't stay soft for too long, so you soon felt his cock nudge your stomach and taking advantage of the closeness, you rubbed your soaked nub against his erection, moaning against his lips at the friction caused on your clit, not caring how needy you seemed.

"You know i need to stretch you first, just be patient." Peter warned as he felt you rub against his tip, causing you to use what self-control you had left not to disobey him and sink into his dick, pulling away far enough to give access for his fingers to reach your pussy. Peter fingers your hole and plays with your slit, spreading your wetness, facing no difficulty penetrating one finger and soon after the other, surprised at how wet you were. "Fuck, you feel so good and so soaking wet."

You gasp and collapse your head on his shoulder, the moans cutting your throat and your hips moving against his fingers. Even though you knew he only wanted to stretch your walls to keep from hurting you, you felt so horny that you knew you wouldn't be able to hold on much longer, but you couldn't even interrupt your moans to be able to let him know. Especially when he added another finger and speeded up the movements, pushing you further and further to the limit. He watched as her face contorted with pleasure, her lips parted and her eyes rolled back, so close but at the same time needing more.

"Let me feel you, please."

You cried. Peter shook his head, moved by your need, and withdrew his fingers from inside you, holding his penis and lining it up in your hole, your spongy walls receiving him so well in their warmth that he could barely contain his moans. The feeling of having him inside you was relieving, as palpable as the swelling he caused in your stomach every time he was buried deep inside.

"Is that better?"

You groaned in agreement and brought your hands to his pecs, supporting his body weight. Peter looked away down your body and stopped at your breasts that hovered beneath his face, amazed at the sight he had right before his eyes.

"A photo would last longer."

You scoffed. He smiled and brought his large hands to wrap around them, his palms causing friction against your nipples, making you close your eyes and lay your head down to moan. Peter loved feeling your breasts, they fit perfectly in his hands and he couldn't wait to one day see them heavy and overflowing with milk.

"I can?"

You mumbled confusedly, not understanding what he had said.

"To have a picture of you like this. Can I really?" He clarified, regretting it when you lifted your head and faced him, taking a few seconds to answer him. Fearing he had sounded too invasive, he prepared to withdraw his words, but your voice cut him off.

"Just promise me it will be quick, i can't stand having you inside me anymore without being able to move."

Peter agreed, throwing a web across the room to get your backpack, his desperate fingers quickly opening it to pull out a camera, positioning it in front of your eye before turning the lens on you, a smile taking over his lips as he took your first picture. You didn't know how to act, posing for cameras was not his specialty, but he knew well the best angles to record even if you were paralyzed. Peter guided his thumb into your mouth and you quickly took it, sucking it, and swirling your tongue around his finger. The sound of another picture being taken came through the air, accompanied by the unsatisfied groan you gave when he pulled his finger from your mouth and moved his hand down to reach your clit, rubbing it slowly to get another picture. You rolled your eyes and groaned in surrender to the sensation he was causing you, tilting your head and body back, leaning on his knees and smiling when you heard him take another picture of your new position. He really was enjoying himself.

"Oh, fuck, you do even better on camera."

He complimented. You were so soaked that his cock was soon wet with the arousal leaking from your heat and he noticed, knowing he had to have a record of your fluids and pressed the button to photograph. Parker would surely create a mural just to put these images on, even though he would never show them to other people, he just wanted to appreciate the beautiful woman who was by his side. He didn't know how many pictures he had taken, he just cared to record and was eager to show them to you later, but you couldn't even think about any of it, your mind was blank and only the great need you had to have sex with him was succumbing you.

"Peter." You grabbed his wrist and stopped your movements against his swollen knob, whimpering as the burning slowly subsided and your orgasm was lost. "I think i was going to cum if you didn't stop."

"It's okay, i get you."

He put the camera aside and wrapped his hands around your hips, knowing that he needed to give you what you wanted after he had neglected your needs. You barely trusted the strength of your almost numb legs, but the firm hands that wrapped around your waist served to help you move up and down, eliciting a moan of pleasure from both of you.

"Come on beautiful, if you want to cum, make it happen."

Peter encouraged you. You leaned on his shoulders and repeated the movements, your narrow walls squeezing him, but not stopping you from moving faster and faster, creating a steady rhythm. Your nails scratched his shoulders each time his cock hit your sweet spot and his fingers sank into your skin, not caring about the marks that would be left on your bodies later. Parker watched your head fall back and took his cue to suck on the skin of your neck, moving down your throat with a trail of kisses and stopping at the height of your bouncing breasts, running his tongue in a circular motion over one of your nipples before taking it in, sucking and nibbling on it. His hands moved to grab your other breast and continued rubbing your clit rapidly, knowing that you were about to cum. You just moaned disconnected words, barely able to tell when the burning became too much and the stars twinkled on your closed eyelids. You reached your limit, squirting and splashing your liquid everywhere, a few splashes wetting the sheet under you and causing a small puddle.

He felt like he could cum inside you just at that sight, he only needed a few more strokes to undo himself. Peter turned abruptly and laid you down on the mattress, placing your legs over his shoulders to nestle in your warmth again, rotating and moving your hips in strokes so violent that his swollen balls felt like they were going to enter you. The bed creaked and the headboard slammed against the wall, causing an crack every time their hips met. Purposely contracting your walls, you feel him throbbing and watch his hand fly above your head to grab the silk of the sheets, him moaning hoarsely as his ribbons of hot cum fill your entire interior.

Peter curses as his nails dig into his skin, sliding down his back and marking him with large scratches that would last for days. Slowly he eases the movements of his hips, hissing as he slides out of you and watches the whitish liquid leak from your heat, using his fingers to finger your entrance and push inside. You cross your legs so that nothing else leaks out and watch him lie beside you, his chest covered in a line of sweat rising and falling rapidly, his gasping breath taking up the air.

"Everything okay?" You ask, unable to hide the smug smile that appears on your face from knowing that you were the cause of this.

"I am, but I can't say the same for the wall." Peter nods, making you look up and notice the crack in the concrete. Sometimes, he forgot how strong and destructive he could be.

"At least it was worth it, right? I'm surprised the bed didn't meet the same fate."

You lean your head against his shoulder, feeling his long fingers sink into your strands to caress your scalp tenderly.

"Let's just say I consider this your fault for taking me so well, you're still going to be my undoing." Peter confesses. "But before that, we need a shower." He twitches his nose, noticing his forehead glistening with the sweat accumulated there.

"Just give me a second to learn to walk again." You mumble still feeling the spasms quivering in your legs.

Peter shakes his head, his lips twitching in a laugh. "Stay and take your time, I'll get the tub ready in the meantime."

He gets up and walks away, leaving her alone on the bed. You suddenly remember the camera that for a moment had been forgotten right next to you. Picking up the artifact, you click a few of the buttons and the pictures that had been taken earlier appear on the display, making you go through each one with a smile on your face. Peter was a really good photographer, the pictures didn't even show how clumsy you were, they just brought out your best sides and your body shining in the light of the camera. You knew him well enough to know that in a few days these pictures would be pasted on your bedroom wall, next to the many others he collected of moments you two had lived through.

"All set. I've got the water at your preferred temperature and plenty of foam." Peter warns and you put the camera aside to extend your arms toward him, feeling his hands grip you firmly to lift you into the air.

"Can i get a back massage too?" You swing your legs, your sly voice sounding too tempting for him to deny.

"Your wish is an order."

[stylesyourmine]

no more cuts and bruises ll peter parker x reader (andrew garfield)

a/n: hi lovelies! its nina, and i'm back again tonight because i'm actually in love with andrew's peter parker and andrew himself obv. the garf has me on a choke hold, what can i say? anyways i know you didn't come here for my rambling, onto our fic :)

pairings: peter parker x reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings: cuts and scrapes: nothing more

it was a wednesday night. you'd gotten home from school a few hours ago, and you'd spent your time doing homework and then taking a shower. you just got out, the bathroom circulating with steam.

you lifted your arm and wiped across the mirror to try and look at yourself. black splotches found themselves underneath your eyes. eye bags. you hadn't been sleeping lately. why? a sensible person might ask. it was because you were worried about your boyfriend just about 24 hours a day, non stop. it was just something that couldn't let you sleep. you'd even started to leave your windows out at night, in case peter ever needed you.

you sighed and grabbed the door nob, opening it and walking into your mid sized bedroom. your safe space. you loved your room for a lot of reasons. 1 because it was all yours, and was under your control. 2nd because it made you feel so warm and protected, even if there was nothing actually doing either of those things- except maybe a blanket.

you grabbed the pajamas off of your bed and changed, letting your hair out of the head wrap you'd put in earlier. suddenly you heard a strange noise. you looked, and to no surprise, there was nothing, it was probably just you. until you heard it again.

'what the hell-" you stated walking over to the window just as a figure came in as fast as lightning. the blue and red suited boy still had his mask on, and you knew exactly who it was. peter. holding your hand on your chest you walked over to him, as he slipped his mask off revealing a huge amount of fresh, new cuts on his face.

your eyes widened at the sight of it. walking towards him you mumbled,

"peter oh my god.."

"baby dont freak out okay? i'm fine." he lifted his hands up in his defense, as if he already knew that was going to come out of your mouth next.

"a hi would've been nice too" you retaliated. you couldn't stand to look at his face like this. hurt. it hurt your core to see him like that. your face flattened to one of anger, and woriedness, of fear. your eyebrows furrowed together. you were in protective mode.

standing inches away from his face, your hand landed on his shoulder, shoes creasing as you tiptoed trying to get a better look at all of these new wounds.

"jesus pete what the hell did you do? fight a gorilla?" you just crossed your arms in front of him, really trying not to be mad, which in ways you weren't but still- he'd put himself in so much danger everyday, you just wished he'd think about himself for once.

he chuckled and looked down, and then into your eyes,

"no. just some physco who was running around nyc with two knives in his hands. someone had to stop em." his arm outstretched to unwrap your arms, not liking seeing you all tense and worried. his arm then went up to your face and ran his thumb over your eyebrows, which were furrowed together in confusion. you let go of the tension, and he lifted your chin up to look at him.

"you told me you'd be more careful. more self conscious. you said you were gonna take care of yourself." you couldn't be angry at him for trying to make it safer for people, and for fighting crimes others couldn't. what you could be mad at though, is that he did whatever it took to do so. its like during his missions, he didn't care about anyone else other then the victim. himself being the last person he ever did worry about, and not even then because you were always the one pointing it out.

"i am doing that, i promise these things dont even hurt." he shrugged his shoulders, indicating they didn't. he always had to play tough guy when it came to these situations where you were concerned over him. he hated making you feel that way, he said you had better things to do with your time, but you argued that was what a relationship was, caring for each other.

"oh yeah?" you asked him sarcastically.

"yeah! pshhh, these little-" peter was interrupted by your fingers flicking the top of his head, where one of them resided.

"ow! yup that uh- that actually does really hurt." you rolled your eyes in disbelief. how could not possibly see how much he was worth? you guys eyes glued together, not letting go for anything. they were showing so may emotions at once. you were angry, but also proud, but also nervous because if this is from some civilian in town, what does that man now influence everyone else?

he’d wanted to make you happy again. somehow get your mind off his face. his hands slid down to your waist, pulling your already-close-body much closer. his lips crashed into yours, you pulling away when you felt his face cringe. you opened your eyes to see him touch his lip, realizing he has a cut.

"ah hah! i told you!"

you went to touch his cheek and he hissed quietly, not trying to have you hear it- but you did. why couldn’t he listen to you? you were always right about these things.

you once again examined his face and nodded your head.

your staring contest has finished now, and he went over to your dresser, and reached onto his drawer, pulling out some shorts he'd left for himself and leaving himself without a shirt. you couldn't lie, his abs and his cut up face did look really good. but that wasn't the principle. you knew if you told him that he'd only want them more and not try and heal them.

you perched yourself on the bed, waiting for him to come back.

when he did he smiled and grabbed your hand.

“c’mere, i wanna show you something.”

he threw one leg over the window and onto the fire escape, then the other and then helped you. you sat there with intertwining fingers just looking and listening to the big city.

"i try not and get hurt for you my love, i really do try."

"it doesn't always go well, but this is the responsibility i've been given. i have to fulfill that responsibility. and somehow, some angel made sure you're always there with me."

'what? whatcha mean by that babe?"

your hands started to swing to the loud noises of nyc, like the cars beeping, voices projecting and people being overall crazy.

"i mean, i always think of you when i'm out there. you're always the one thing that's lingering in my mind."

you chuckled, you were somewhat glad.

it was a good and bad thing. the bad thing being blatantly distracted and the good thing was he knew how'd you feel about certain information, so he decided against it.

you leaned your head onto his shoulder. it was blissfull, until you looked back up at his face. you tugged onto his hand, "c'mon. lets getcha all cleaned up."

he smiled at you, while standing up.

a/n: that was terible im so sorry im so tired rn i will be editing this tmr when im fully awake. i wanted this to be smt different, but its fine! anyways please please leave feedback down below it would mean the world to me!

[marslikestowrite]

Out in the cold.

Norman Osborn x Reader (Pre-Goblin)

Masterlist

NSFW warning, 18+ only

Summary:

Harry Osborn ditches you once again in the middle of a date. This time, you decide enough is enough, and you decide it’s time for the sweet taste of revenge.

Here you are, once again stranded alone outside of the fancy restaurant your fiance Harry Osborn had decided to take you to. He had left once again because he had heard MJ and her boyfriend were having a rough time, and she needed someone to talk to. You wrapped your wool coat around your figure, sighing in content, feeling the soft fabric touch your bare skin. You had worn a nice dress, specifically because he asked you too, and yet he left you once again. You were absolutely over him leaving you for other women. The sound of your heels was loud against the pavement as you stormed down the sidewalk, before flagging down a cab. You needed a breather. You stepped into the cab, and reached into your purse to pull out a crisp hundred dollar bill, courtesy of Harry, and handed it to the driver.

“Osborn Manor please.” Your sweet voice echoed through the cab, trying to be polite to the driver, and not lash out on the poor man.

“Miss, we don’t drive just anyone there-”

“Drive. You wouldn’t like it if my fiance’s father were to hear about this would you? Now be a dear and get moving.” Your voice turned more stern, definitely showing you were serious, and not in the move. The driver just nodded, no longer speaking as he pulled into oncoming traffic. You sighed, glad to finally be sitting down, and no longer standing in those horrendous heels. Your ankles burned. You had decided you were going to head back to the manor, and grab a change of clothes, and stay at a hotel for the night. You were not in the mood to see Harry, and it was the perfect way to calm your anger, and figure out a way to say that you were absolutely done with his antics. You hummed, staring out the window, looking at how gorgeous New York was at night. The way the bright lights of buildings poised the clear sky of its natural beauty. It made you sick.

You finally arrive at the manor, thanking the driver as you gently step out of the cab, trying not to twist an ankle on the curb. You look up at the massive manor, sighing as all you could think of was how urgent your prick of a boyfriend was to run to Mary Jane’s side. You cringed at the thought, digging in your purse to find the key Harry’s father had given you to the manor. Norman had always been kind to you, the moment you met him. Harry had brought you over to meet him for dinner a few years back, and when you met with the CEO, you’d felt different. The feeling indescribable, a mixture of admiration, longing, fright, dare you say love. You always felt different around Norman than you did his son. Not in a bad way of course. You’d always come over after your morning classes while in college, and have tea with him. Those were the moments you looked forward to most. You felt yourself around the older man, you felt loved. He always made you laugh, something his son could rarely do. It was at that moment you thought. Did you love Norman Osborn? You shook the thought, finally finding your keys buried in your purse. The conclusion you had come to did seem accurate with the encounters you had with Norman. He’d always compliment your clothing choices, cook you food when you came over, his shoulders always seemed less tense when you were around, and not to mention the “pet name” he calls you. You insert your key, opening the door before walking in, shutting the door almost immediately. You took off your heels and looked around. It seemed empty. Or that's what you would have thought if the fireplace wasn’t burning, and the sound of padded feet getting louder.

“Y/n? Is that you, dear?” A voice you knew all too well associated that same “pet name” when addressing you.

“Mr. Osborn? Yes, it's me. Sorry if I disturbed you, I know it’s late.” You responded, shrugging off your coat and hanging it up on the nearest hanger. You couldn’t help but notice the look in his eyes change when he saw you. Harry didn’t look at you that way.

“Dear, I told you to call me Norman. Your my son’s fiance, I think we’re past formalities.” He smiled at you, a genuine one at that.

“Speak of him, where is Harry? I expected you both to be out later.” He added. You hesitated to come up with a response. You wanted to tell him what an asshole his son was, and that you were breaking up with him, but didn’t want to ruin the relationship you had with him. Before you could think more, your mouth just spoke.

“I’m not his fiance anymore, Norman.” You said, staring straight at him, letting him know your voice was serious.

“This is the third time he has left me stranded on a date. Third time he left me outside of a restaurant in the freezing cold to run to the aid of another woman. I’m done with his antics, Norman. I’m done being his second choice.” You said honestly. You could feel the tears in your eyes well up as you finally admitted your thoughts.

“I can’t do this anymore- I can’t be- I can’t be thrown out like a piece of trash when Harry’s highschool sweetheart decides she wants to fuck things up!” You felt the tears spill down, as Norman immediately rushed to your aid. His arms gently wrapped around you, his hand pressing against the back of your head, pulling you into a warm hug.

“You are anything but a piece of trash dear, and I’m so sorry my naive son can’t seem to appreciate someone as perfect as you.” He said gently, as you cried into his arms. This embrace. It felt.. Right. It felt like it was meant to happen. All your feelings about the older man resurfaced. You couldn’t ignore them. Norman pulled away from the hug, leaving you feeling alone once again.

“I take it you don’t want to see Harry. I.. I can call you a cab and get you a hotel for the night, while I have a conversation with him when he gets home.” He said, about to walk away, before you reach out to him, grabbing the sleeve of his coat.

“No! Wait. Don’t-“ You said, trying to gather your words. You step closer to him, looking at his eyes, getting lost in them.

“Norman.. What do you think of me?” Your words spilled out like a waterfall. You didn't mean to speak what your mind wanted to. You stood there, muscles tensed, waiting for a response. It took him a moment to figure out what he wanted to say, before he turned around and clasped both of your hands.

“Well.. I think you’re a beautiful young woman, who deserves far more than what my son has given you. I think you’re very intelligent, and have amazing potential..” He trailed off, moving a hand to your cheek. He knew what you were asking. He needed to hear you say that you liked him. The way you were staring at him, and the way your face turned a pink shade when his hand went on your cheek was very obvious to him. He liked you too, but there was an age gap, and he needed to hear you say you loved him, for his own moral compass.

“Do you..” You inched your face closer to the taller man’s, moving your hand from his arm to rest against his chest. His arms moved to wrap around your hips. He nodded his head, knowing exactly the question that you were trying to ask, without the words coming out of your mouth. You initiated it. You moved your face forward, gently pressing your lips against his own, slowly encasing his lips in a passionate kiss. Your eyes closed, entangling your fingers in his hair, trying to keep him as physically close as possible. He pushed you back against the door, nipping at your lip to try to gain access, which you happily gave him. After a few minutes of making out, you pull away, resting your forehead against Norman’s. His rough, calloused hands gripped your hips, a smile resting on his face.

“Harry never kissed me like that.” You giggle, rubbing your fingers against his scalp.

“Well, he’ll never be kissing you again, that’s my job now, my dear.” He chuckled lowly, his hand moving to yours to take off your engagement ring, and tossing it on the floor.

“You won’t be needing that either, I’ll get you a new one that will remind him of what he lost while playing a childish game with someone that doesn’t even come close to comparing to the angel he used to have.” He cooed, making you giggle more, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“So when did you start feeling this way towards me love?” He asked, a curious tone in his voice, as you rested your head against his chest, embracing him in a hug.

“At our tea sessions. You looked at me in a way that Harry never did. Your eyes showed a kindness I never had experienced. You looked like you actually cared when I told you about my studies, my hobbies, you actually cared.” You said gently. It was true, everytime you tried talking to Harry about something that wasn’t science, or him, he seemed uninterested, but Norman had always listened, he always supported you.

“How could I not? You looked so adorable rambling about {your major in college}, I couldn’t help but fall for you either darling.” He smiled. That was also another factor. He smiled at you. A legitimate, genuine, handsome, smile. You loved it so much. You stare back up at him, and he stares back down, a loving look in his eyes once again.

“I know it’s soon but- I’ve been wanting to say it for so long. I love you Norman, so much. I’d like to be your Mrs. Osborn one day, not Harry’s..” There was a certain plea in your voice that drove Norman insane, you were talking like you knew what you were doing to him.

“I love you too, Y/N, and you’re already mine darling. You’ll be a ‘Mrs. Osborn’ one day, I promise that, but after you kissed me, you became mine in that very moment.” He smirked, a sort of growl in his voice that made your legs weak. He leaned down, this time, he initiated the kiss this time, and it was different. It was hungry, heated, intimate, perfect. His tongue slid in once again, claiming every inch as his. His hands moved to rest against your ass, making you squeal softly. A smirk formed on his lips, knowing the influence he had on your noises. He pulled away, leaving your mind blank, and your breath gone. Before you could regain your thoughts, he sweeped you up in his arms, carrying you to his room.

He kicked his door open, before setting you down for a quick moment, only to lock the door, and then back in his arms you were. He sat down on the bed, you in his lap, and his lips were immediately attached to your neck, kissing and nipping on the pulsing, making you squirm. He gripped onto your thighs, growling.

“Keep still love, I need to mark you up. Need to claim you.” He said against your neck, before attacking it once more. Soft moans and whimpers spilled from your mouth, feeling him grow against the inside of your thigh. Once he was done, he pulled back to take a look at the wicked bruise he had left on your neck, as he hummed in content.

“Look at you, all mine.” He said, a satisfied smirk resting on the corner of his lips. You gradually moved your hips against his crotch, whimpering as you could feel the pooling heat between your legs. His breath hitched, his fingers digging crescent moons into your bare thighs.

“I said. Sit. Still.” He growled, flipping your position, laying you flat on your back, a whimper escaping your lips. You reached up to tug at his shirt, trying to tell him to take it off, as he chuckled lowly.

“My, my. So demanding. Fine, only because you look so pretty under me.” He smirked, a blush heating your cheeks at the compliment. He let go of you, sitting up, and slowly, almost teasingly, took off his shirt. You sat up, running your hands along his chest, feeling the crevices and impurities on his skin. He was perfect. He smiled, watching you admire him. Your soft smile made his heart melt, he couldn’t believe he had you all to himself now. He gently laid you back down, starting to move the straps of your dress down, before stopping.

“May I?” He asked gently, wanting to make sure you were completely comfortable, and wanting to continue.

“Please.” Your soft voice echoed in his head, and he continued gently.

“If you ever want to stop, please tell me.” He cooed, moving your straps down, and then pulling off your dress, revealing your black lace bra and panties. He couldn’t help but stare. Your body was perfect, he could see the embarrassment in your eyes. You reached to cover yourself, embarrassed of your figure, but he shook his head, and reached to move both of your hands over your head, he used one hand to hold both of yours up, and the other to unclip your bra. He tossed it to the side, before starting to kiss at your neck gently. Slowly but surely he moved down, peppering wet kisses down your breast valley, on your breasts, down your stomach, before peppering multiple to your stomach.

“You’re gorgeous darling. So beautiful, I’m so blessed to be in the presence of a goddess.” His voice was like a praise, it rang through your ears, played like a tune that had been stuck in your head for days. He made you feel wanted. He slowly moved down your stomach, reaching your clothed core. He gently pulled your panties down, and then tossed them next to your bra. He kissed the inside of your thighs, watching how you writhed in place for him to give you more. He let go of your hands, and they immediately found their way to his hair, pulling gently at the strands, trying to aid him to give you what you longed for. All he did was chuckle against your thigh, before staring straight up your body right into your eyes, as he licked a stripe down the middle of your pussy, teasing, earning a whine from you.

“Look at you, all wet and needy for me. What do you want, baby? I wanna hear you say it.” His lips resting against your folds, his voice sending a vibration throughout your body.

“Wan’ you Norman- Please.. Need you.” You managed to muster out, earning another chuckle from the older man.

“Mm.. If you say so darling..” He said, a slight confidence in his voice, as he pressed his lips right back onto your folds. His mouth worked magic. Pressing his tongue against all the right places in you, his tongue flicking your clit, you were in heaven. Your fingers clasped onto his hair, as moans echoed throughout the room. Your eyes were squeezed shut, Norman making you see stars as he worked his tongue on your pussy. You could feel it. That bubbling sensation pooling inside of your stomach as your walls clenched around his tongue.

“I’m-I’m clo-se-” You stuttered out, but he didn’t stop. He kept eating you like you were his last meal on earth, and he was going to savor it. Your grip tightened on his hair, his name falling out of your mouth like a prayer, as you released, his mouth lapping everything up, helping you ride out your orgasm. He pulled away, before leaning over you, and placing another intimate kiss on your lips. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and for some reason, it was a major turn on. While you were preoccupied with the kiss, and riding down from your high, Norman had taken off his pants, and boxers. He broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours.

“I’m going to put it in now, alright? I’ll go slow, let me know if it hurts darling.” Norman said softly, as you nodded. You couldn’t look him in the eyes when his tip rubbed against your folds, before gently pressing in. Your mouth was held agape, as your eyes were squeezed tightly shut, soft moans and whimpers exiting your mouth. You wrapped your hands around his neck, clawing at his back slightly, hissing at the pain of him stretching your walls. Once he was fully in, you could feel the tip nestled deep within your folds, a soft grunt coming from your boyfriend. You tapped on his back, letting him know that you were ready, and that he could move. His hips drew back, making you whimper. The more he pulled back, the emptier you felt. Though he stopped, and immediately slammed back into you, filling your walls back up with his length. A loud moan escaped from your mouth with the rough thrust, and you quickly drew a hand back from his back, and pressed it tightly against your mouth, spilling your noises against it, in a terrible attempt to muffle them. Norman definitely didn’t like it, growling slightly, removing both your hand from your mouth, and the one on his back, pinning them above your head once more.

“You never- You never listen. I want to hear you sweetheart. Spill those noises for me.” He grunted, a smirk plastered on his face as your mouth stayed open, your eyes wide as well. Constant noises spilt from your mouth as you felt yourself approaching your second climax, though Norman didn’t seem to be faltering one bit.

“Nor-man- Close-” You moaned out, your walls clenching around him as he plowed through your insides.

“C’mon baby.. Let go.. Cum for me..” He cooed, re-assuring you, as your second climax hit you like a truck. You came all over his cock, feeling your juices coat his length. You thought he would stop, but he just kept going, fucking you into overstimulation. Tears welled in your eyes, as his thrusts seemed as persistent as ever. His name fell like a broken prayer from your lips, it being the only thing you’re able to say, a dumb, fucked out expression on your face, as all you could do was take his cock. Your nails scratched at his wrist that was holding both of them down, and your hips bucked, trying to gain more friction. You were a mess of emotions, and the sight alone made Norman want to cum right here and now. You looked so hot, all messed up, all because of his cock.

“Look at you- All.. All fucked out because of me. My cock. I bet he never could fuck you the way I do.” His voice turned from soft, to a possessive growl. You were his. His, and his only. His thrusts seemed to falter, and you felt yourself coming close again as well. You felt him start to pull out, but you clenched onto him, not wanting him to.

“M’ on p-ill- mMH!” You moaned, and he nodded. He thrusted roughly a few more times, before filling you up to the brim with his cum. You came shortly after, the overstimulation being too much for you to handle. He laid there for a few seconds, still nestled deep inside of you, waiting for your high to come down. Your fucked out expression was absolutely adorable, and Norman couldn’t handle it. Once you had calmed down, he slowly pulled out, making you hiss. Some of his cum dribbled down your leg, and he got up to go grab wipes, but you wined when he did.

“Later.. Want to.. Cuddle.” You said softly. He smiled, he was not against being in your embrace, and he couldn’t say no to that face of yours. He walked back over, and lifted the blanket for you to shimmy your way in, before laying down next to you. He immediately pulled the blankets over the both of you, before laying on his side, and wrapping his arms around your body. He treated you like porcelain, that if any moment he hugged you just a bit too tight, you’d shatter in his arms. You nuzzled your face into his chest, humming in content at the warmness your boyfriend gave you.

“Thank you Norman.. For an amazing night. Thank you for treating me right.” You said gently, your hands tracing circles and other shapes on Norman’s back. He planted a soft kiss on your hairline, and you could feel him smiling.

“Of course my dear. You deserve all of this and more. I promise to take care of you until the end of time, darling.” That made you smile, your eyes feeling heavy.

“I’ll also have to have a chat with my son about how to treat a lady right.” He added, a chuckle in his voice.

“Oh, don’t even mention him. It’s just you… and I Norman..” You said gently, before your eyes closed, your breath becoming slower, falling into a deep sleep, comfortable against your lover’s chest.

“Indeed it is, you and I, forever and always my dear.”

Added Extra

Here you were, standing in the kitchen the very morning after, making breakfast for two, instead of three. Your legs ached, as well as the bruise on your neck had formed into a dark purple. Harry walked down the large staircase, and you were unaware of what time he had arrived home, and in all honesty, you didn’t care. He spotted you, about to say something, before noticing your bruised neck, the way you no longer wore your engagement ring, and the way your legs had a slight wobble to them, while standing in place making breakfast. He opened his mouth, about to call your name in anger, before another voice had called your name instead. His father. Norman walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, and giving you a kiss on the forehead.

“Goodmorning darling, I assume you slept well?” He asked, and you responded with a nod. He stormed over, and into the kitchen.

“Dad.” Harry said angrily.

“Harry.” Norman responded, calmly, with his hands still wrapped around your waist, his head just turned to meet his son’s angry gaze.

“What are you doing with my fiance?” Harry’s face was contorted with rage, but Norman didn’t seem to care. Norman started to speak, before you put a finger to his mouth.

“Actually, Harry. I am no longer your fiance, and you and I, are over. I’m tired of being the second choice. If you didn’t realize, last night was the third time. The THIRD time, Harry Osborn, that you left me outside of a restaurant, to go to Mary Jane’s house.” You stressed, your voice tainted with anger, Harry tried to talk, but you cut him off.

“You never listen Harry, you never take any interest in what I have to say. So I found someone that did. I found someone that has always listened, supported, cared, and not put me second. So if you even think for a moment that you’re the victim of this, you’re not.” You say, sighing, as Norman rubs your sides, trying to calm you down.

“I hope you treat Mary Jane better than you did me. Because she is a very nice girl, who in all honesty, you don’t deserve.” You said, your tone clearly stating that you were done with him.

“The rings on the counter, go give it to her.” Norman said, and all Harry could do was stare angrily at his father.

“I can’t believe you, with my father too. He’s- He’s way older than you.” Harry said, smoothing back his hair in frustration.

“Yea Harry? Well guess what, your father is the only one who has cared for me the way a lover should. I’m getting tired of seeing your face, you should get a move on.” You sighed, before coming up with an idea.

“And he may be older, but the sex, was absolutely amazing.” You said, winking at Harry. A proud smirk fell onto Norman’s face, while a disgusted look fell onto Harry’s. That was enough to send him storming out the front door. Once he had left, you broke out into laughter.

“He was absolutely pissed.” You laughed, hugging Norman tightly.

“Well he’ll have to get over it, because when I marry you, you’ll be his new mother.” He laughed as well, kissing your forehead.

“Normann!! You sappy idiot.” You giggled, playfully hitting his chest.

“I’m just stating facts, my love.” He grinned.

“Also, was the sex really that good.” He teased, a smirk on his face once again.

“Norman Osborn!” You gasped, faking a shocked expression, before you couldn’t hold it in anymore, and you just broke out in laughter.

“If you really want to know, yes, yes it was.” You grinned, before the smell of smoke hit your nostrils.

“OH SHIT THE BACON-“ You laughed, pushing yourself away from him.

He was your one and only, forever and always.

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PROMISES. || p.p x f! reader.

SUMMARY: despite being from different realities, you and peter parker have so much in common.

WARNINGS: NWH SPOILERS, +16, explict smut, cockwarming, blood, angst, fluff.

NOTES: remember, english it is not my first language, so spelling mistakes will be made here, feel free to correct me. send me your thoughts <3

You don't understand how you ended up in this place. It happened so suddenly that for an instant you believed faithfully that you were in a dream, a very strange dream. After spending the night checking the streets and ensuring the safety of the people in your neighborhood, you walked to the alley where you always left your backpack with your casual clothes inside, but to your surprise you found something else.

Next to the dumpster was a circle with sparks in the air, showing two other people within it who were waving and apparently calling out you. You slowly approached, unsure, but prepared to fight back if they attacked you. Their faces changed to disbelief as you crossed the circle and appeared in front of them, dodging an object that was thrown in your direction.

"I'm a nice woman." You clarify, shedding your mask to reveal yourself.

"A woman?" Michelle frowned.

"Is there a problem?" You asked, confused.

"Oh, no. No problem, it just so happens that we were expecting to see someone else. A man, actually." She explained herself, but to no avail, her head remained in confusion.

"Oh, so the spell can't differentiate between people's sex?" Ned questioned. "How interesting to know that there is a female version of spider-man."

"Actually, i prefer to be called a spider-woman." You corrected him, watching the girl cross her arms and look at you suspiciously.

"Prove that you are a spider." She demanded.

You laughed. "I can prove it, but I'm not a spider, I just have the powers of a spider."

"That was clever, certainly something Peter would say." Ned punctuated, making her roll her eyes. "If you really want to prove it, do something only you can do."

You paused thoughtfully and looked around, it was an ordinary house, humble and similar to the one you lived in. Noticing the table beside you, you held it with one hand and lifted it in the air, managing to balance the things on top of it without seeming to struggle. Ned looked surprised, his mouth agape, it was a heavy table that not even he could drag, just as the lady looked at him in amazement from across the hall.

"Convinced?" You asked, standing upright again.

"Ned, do that spell again, but now saying we want to find Peter, not the spider man."

"Spell? Are you dealing with magic?" You asked curiously, receiving as an answer her index finger raised in the air asking for silence.

Ned sighed, closing his eyes to concentrate and moving his hand in a circular gesture. "Let me find Peter Parker." He repeated, sounding like a mantra.

You were about to ask what he was trying to do, because it seemed like it was far from working, but suddenly the same sparking circle you had passed through appeared on the other side of the room.

"Peter? Peter?"

Both of you called out, you watched the masked man turn and approach, taking a leap to cross the circle and stop right in front of you. You looked him up and down, surprised at his uniform being so similar to yours and amazed at the colors. The others didn't seem so positively surprised, especially when he pulled on his mask and revealed his identity.

"You are not Peter." Michelle stated. "No offense."

"Excuse me, do i know you guys?"

The man inquired, as confused as you were. He ran his eyes around the room, stopping at you who stood paralyzed in front of him, looking you up and down in surprise. But before you could say anything, Michelle interrupted him.

"Prove that you are spider-man."

"And off we go for another show of powers. Fantastic." You grumbled.

Peter raised a hand and in one leap clamped it to the ceiling, hanging there for seconds before walking across the ceiling, discarding an ancient web from the corner of the wall. You acted normally at the sight, after all you did that a lot, but what really struck you was his beauty. He was so handsome, you never thought you would see a man even more handsome than your ex-boyfriend. You could watch him non-stop, and that's exactly what you were doing without realizing it, oblivious to the conversation around you.

Parker was a good observer, so it didn't take him long to notice you, your gazes crossing and making your cheeks warm as you you realize you had been caught looking at him.

"So, can you explain to me what's going on here?" He asked.

You blinked, pulling yourself away from his thoughts. "I just know that i went through the portal and ended up in this house with these strangers."

"That sounds like a different reality to me, i don't believe that the multiverse can be real and that I'm living it." Peter cogitated, amazed. "I never imagined that there could be others of me, i mean, others like me. Even more so a woman."

"I thought the same thing, i never cogitated that men with spider powers could exist." You confessed, suddenly feeling curious to know more about him. "How did it happen to you?"

"Oh, a bite from a radioactive spider brought me these powers. It wasn't pleasant at first, I didn't know how to handle my own strength and I broke a lot of things." He confessed, pulling back his lip as he remembered the incident in the subway.

"The same thing happened to me, but for me it was much worse to be able to control the webs and know how I should throw them." You held up your wrist, showing him your shooter. "Shooters?"

"Made by me. Just like my uniform." You admitted, showing him the shooters with a proud smile stamped on your face.

He was so adorable.

"It's very nice by the way, the color combination turned out well." You complimented him, but before he could reciprocate, the arrival of another strange man in the hall stole both of your attention.

He was suspicious, just as you were, and had just come out of the same circle. Unlike you, he wore normal clothes, he looked like an ordinary man like anyone else. The old spider-man looked surprised at you, alternating his gaze between the man next to him and you, before flicking his wrist and throwing his web at you. You leaped into the air, flinging your web at him with the same agility as Peter did, leaving the hall littered with webs and receiving the surprised looks of your two friends.

"It seems to me that these radioactive spiders have a large number of victims." You commented.

"Why didn't you say it was spider-man?" Ned asked the other man.

"I don't usually reveal my identity to strangers, it breaks the mystery of who I might be." Peter replied.

"Enough of this talk that will get us nowhere, we still need to find the right Peter." The men looked at her, confused. "My Peter, actually. Ah, this is going to be too confusing."

You knew the night was going to be long.

There was another Peter, and this one had just lost his aunt, just as everyone there had lost someone. He looked angry at your arrival, a common feeling for someone who had seen the woman who raised him die right before his eyes.

The old Peter began advising him, being the oldest of you he knew how to use words well, they were beautiful and seemed to be exactly what the other needed to hear. The three Peter took a cue to speak, and for a moment you saw yourself in him, still so shaken by the loss of your ex-boyfriend. He looked like he was going to cry right there when he mentioned his late girlfriend. When it was your turn to speak, you hesitated, you were not used to saying personal things to strangers, but knowing that you might never see them again, there would be no harm in letting them know.

"I lost my parents and then i watched Ben die, it hurt, it hurt a lot and just when I thought nothing could get any worse i had to say goodbye to my boyfriend. Ex, my ex-boyfriend." You corrected yourself quickly. "I couldn't save him and anger consumed me for days, anger at myself for thinking i was incompetent. But, the truth is, i have learned to deal with loss. It's when you think all is lost that you realize you are stronger than you think."

Peter stared at you throughout her speech. He saw himself in you, which frightened him. He never thought he would identify so much with someone else.

You were busy.

You were each working to create a cure for your certain villain, but luckily there was only one from your reality. Venom was an easy monster to deal with, you knew him well because he was your best friend, you were the first to finish what you were supposed to do and you remained sitting in your chair, watching the others. Peter wore a white coat over his uniform, making him even more attractive than you thought. You couldn't take your eyes off him, he looked so much like your ex-boyfriend that it was frightening to see him, but at the same time it made you want to get close to him.

You pushed your wheelchair in the direction of where he was standing, stopping beside him. He stood at a distance, his eyes glazed over to the other side of the room, where the girl you didn't know the name of was hugging the other Peter. You coughed to get his attention. "Do you need help?"

"Oh, no, thanks. Have you finished yours?"

You agreed, leaving him surprised at your quickness. "Venom is an easy monster to deal with, I knew him so i know how to take care of him."

"Your best friend turned villain too?"

"Yes."

Another coincidence between you.

"You lost a friend to evil too?"

"Technically. I believe that no matter how much he turned, there was still a good part of Harry there in the Goblin." He sighed, his eyes wandering again. It was inevitable to talk about him and not remember Gwen.

"I'm sorry if it's a bad matter for you, I shouldn't be bothering you." You apologized, preparing to get up, but his hand landed on your leg and stopped you from leaving.

"It's okay, you don't have to apologize." Parker withdrew his hand and you relaxed back in your chair, taking advantage of the sudden silence that arose between you to watch him work. "I don't know your name yet."

You say, watching the smile return to his face. "Nice name." He complimented, extending a hand to you. "Peter Parker."

You acted as if you didn't know that and held his hand, making you both giggle. "Oh, nice to meet you." A smile appeared on your face and you held your gaze under him, the handshake lasting longer than it should have.

Peter felt strange when he was next to you, there seemed to be a strange need to have you with him, which was certainly frightening to him. He turned his attention away from you and continued on with what he was doing and you just stood there, watching him work, unable to get up and away from him, just as he couldn't tell you to leave.

You've never been in a battle like this before, at least not with so many villains to deal with simultaneously. Fortunately, one of them had some knowledge of how to fight as a team, which was a great help when it came to deciding who would do what. You were nervous, especially when your hair stood on end and your senses alerted you that they were coming. Electro appeared first, he wanted to destroy the box and would do whatever it took to get the artifact. You jumped away as he started shooting lightning bolts and destroyed a chunk of the building, landing on the other side of the scaffolding and spotting the other villains from afar. Even in the darkness, you immediately recognized him.

Venom.

He was even bigger than you remembered and seemed much less gentle.

"They came."

You say, pressing the communicator to your ear, unsure if they would be able to hear.

Peter ran to put the box in a safe place and the others were fighting with their respective villains. Venom leaped at you, but with your agility, you broke free and kicked him, making him even angrier. Practically exhausting your webs to keep him pinned to one of the scaffolding irons, you swung away, rushing to get his cure. Just as you were about to pick it up, a sandstorm formed around you, confusing your vision and breaking the web you were holding onto, making you realize too late that you were plummeting to the ground. You closed your eyes and prepared for the sudden fall, but the impact against the ground never happened. It took you too long to realize that you were flying again, with two firm arms holding your waist, carrying you to the opposite side of where the sandstorm was happening.

"Everything okay?" Peter asked, nervously.

"I am, thank you. And you?" you smiled, watching him agree and gently set you down on the ground. "I need to get the cure, but it seems impossible to get through it." You pointed up high, where the man shooting lightning was.

"I have never seen him this powerful." He reflected and ran his hand across his forehead, looking thoughtful. "Let's act together, what do you think? I distract him and you give me his cure and then I'll help you with your monster."

"This is good for me."

"Let's go, beautiful."

You jumped at the same time, Peter swinging himself toward his villain and you to the other side, where he had left the cure. With nothing to get in your way, you picked up the vial easily and hurled it toward him, with no chance to get close. Parker caught you in midair, but before he could inject the cure into the man, lightning struck him. You screamed, prepared to help him, but a push to your ribs knocked you to the ground, causing you to grunt in pain and turn to see the gooey monster standing in front of you.

"How long I've been waiting for this reunion." Venom says, stepping closer.

You stood up in a leap and closed your fists, prepared to defend yourself. "I'm glad you came to me, that way you saved me the trouble of searching for you to heal you." You bluffed, knowing she hadn't taken his cure.

"Cure? I don't need that, i need to kill you."

Venom ran toward you, and out of reflex you shot webbing into his big eyes, spinning in the air to slam your legs into him, causing him to fall and break the wood supporting you. Rising from the rubble with difficulty, you were surprised when you saw him turn his back to you, discovering the presence of another person there.

"Beautiful, think fast."

Peter says, tossing the flask in the air at you.

You grabbed the glass and felt everything around you slow down as you watched the monster go at him, his claws ready to hurt him, just as he had attacked and killed your boyfriend. Feeling the anger rising in you, you unlocked the vial and threw it in his direction, watching the glass shatter as it fell to the ground and exploded into greenish smoke. Venom squirmed as he slowly returned to his human form.

You ran when you saw spider-man on the ground, kneeling beside him and putting your head on his legs. Immediately, you realized that he was injured by the large tears the rips had made in his uniform.

“Peter? No, don't move, you've been badly bruised.”

"Nothing i can't handle." He tried to get up, but the pain from his wounds stopped him. 

"Don't be stubborn." You scold him, pressing the communicator and calling for the others. "Guys, we managed to heal two of them, but in return, Peter ended up getting injured."

"What happened?" The voice that you recognized to be of the youngest of the spiders asked.

"Venom injured him with his claws in the stomach, he doesn't look well at all and needs care."

"Take him away, we'll take care of the others. Ned opened a portal to the left side of where you are, go through them and you will be back in the lab where he has medicine for him." He instructed.

Wrapping one of your arms around him, you served as a support to keep him steady.

"What about them?" You asked, referring to the others.

"They will know how to take care of themselves." You replied, casting a web and throwing yourself into the air.

"I could take care of myself, you didn't have to do that for me." Peter says, watching you carefully run the cloth over one of the wounds. He was shirtless, sitting in a chair with you in front of him.

"Is this how you people say thank you in your reality?"

You teased him. You set the bloody towel aside and uncapped an ointment, applying it to your finger to dab on the wounds and cautiously put on a couple of gases, not wanting to hurt him further.

"Now just rest."

"Thank you, beautiful." Peter smiled, making you blush as you realized he was passing on calling you that. "I need to go fight, help them. I can't stay in bed."

"Peter, you don't need to worry about that, not now. You need to be rested to return to your reality, don't you think?"

Reluctantly, he agreed and leaned back against the back of the chair, still keeping his eyes on you. "Why did you bother to take care of me?"

You shook your shoulders. "Wouldn't you do the same for me? I mean, we're in this together, why not help each other?"

Peter shook his head, seeming to agree with your words.

"Do you think we'll make it back to where we belong?" He asked, suddenly.

"I hope so, what would my city be without Spider-Woman to defend them?" You frowned and laid your head to the side. "You don't think so?"

"Maybe. I mean, i wouldn't think it so bad to stay here. I've always wanted brothers and i don't have anyone waiting for me in my reality anyway." He rambled.

"Well, I wouldn't mind sharing my city with another spider." You smiled.

"Was that an invitation?" He frowned.

"Interpret it any way you like, i’m just guessing we could be a good crime-fighting duo, don't you think?" You questioned him.

  His fingers brushed across your cheek, touching it as gently as if you might break in his hands. For an instant he felt guilty for being there, so lost in you. But, his conscience knew that none of this was his fault, he didn't choose to feel so good by your side, any more than it sent his heart racing so much when he looked into your eyes.

"A penny for your thoughts?" You joked.

"Aren't you afraid to love again?" Peter says, without further ado. You inhale the air, knowing he was referring to the words you used to comfort the other spider earlier.

"For a long time i was afraid, but not afraid of love, i was afraid of failing again. I blamed myself for years, but now i realize that guilt was no good, it only made me bitter and kept me away from other men who might love me as he once loved me."

Parker blinked, suddenly feeling that you were the same person. You had lost so many things, but unlike him, you still saw meaning in love, you were still willing to give yourself again. Maybe he should do the same, not use you to fill the void that was left in his life, but just give himself one more chance to love.

"I wish i had met you before this, before all this craziness happened."

"Why?"

"I would make you mine."

"I'm here now, aren't i? What's stopping you?"

You closed your eyes when you felt his lips touch yours, your mouths fitting perfectly and your tongues touching in sync. Peter pulled your lip with his teeth and took his cue to pull away, feeling that you needed to breathe. You sighed, trying to get air into your lungs, and wiped the stains your lipstick had left on his mouth.

"The pain feels worse, i think i need more kisses." He asked, moving his hands to pull you by the hips, his large hands guiding you to sit on his legs. You giggled and kissed him again, this time more calmly, both of you wanting to enjoy every second and in no hurry to pull away.

"None of this feels like it's going to end well, much less feels like it should be happening." You whispered on his lips. As strange as it sounded to admit and as much as you felt like you didn't belong there, you felt like you belonged there. And not being able to control that feeling was scaring you. "What if we never see each other again?"

"Are you kidding? You just invited me to fight crimes, that sounds like a marriage proposal, we won't be parting anytime soon."

You lightly punched his shoulder, scolding him for joking while you spoke seriously.

"Look, look at me." Peter instructed, using his fingers to lift your chin. "Even if this is over, i promise I will find you. Whether in another reality, on the other side of the world, anywhere. I will find you."

"Promise?" You asked, your voice broken. You had lost so much, holding on to a promise of love didn't seem like the ideal thing, but a part inside you wanted to believe him.

"I never break a promise."

You heard those words months ago and after that, you never saw him again.

You felt bad, bad about yourself for deluding yourself and holding onto a promise. In your first days back in your reality you waited for him, you barely slept fearing he might show up when you were asleep, you just waited for him.

You wanted to see him so badly.

You wanted him to come and get you, just as he had promised months before. Maybe he could have forgotten you? Forgotten his promise? Were you an imbecile for still thinking about him and still wanting him? So many questions, but no answers. Tired of waiting, one day you simply convinced yourself that he would never come back.

It was two in the morning and you were swinging on your webs to get back to your apartment, the city was calm, thanks to you who every night fought against the criminals and guaranteed the local peace. Your eyes were heavy with sleep, you couldn't even tell how you stayed awake on the way, you just landed on your windowsill that overlooked your bedroom and entered the room, relieved to at least be home. Giving in to exhaustion, you dropped your backpack on the floor and fell onto your bed, your eyes closing at the same instant your body fell onto the mattress. That was your routine every day.

You thought you would sleep for hours, after all this was what you needed. But at some point in the night, your hair stood on end and your spider sense woke you up, making sleep become commonplace. Checking the time on the hand clock beside your bed, you grumbled as you realized that it was still too early to get up, but you couldn't ignore the feeling screaming inside you that something was happening. Jumping out of bed, you walked in slow steps through the rooms, fearing that it might be a burglar or one of your enemies, keeping your fists closed and prepared to fight them.

Crossing the hallway, you were about to deduce that your spidey sense had been wrong, but as soon as your feet reached the living room carpet and your head turned to the side, you saw what made you doubt your sanity. A large circle with yellow sparks was in the middle of your living room, showing the man you swore you would never see again on the other side. Peter stared at you with a smile on his face and ran to get momentum and jump, crossing the circle and stopping a few steps away from you. For a second you wondered if you were dreaming, after all, you had dreamed about him for many nights, but as soon as he came closer and his perfume filled your nostrils, you knew it was real.

He was here, he had returned.

"Peter."

You let out the air you didn't even realize you were holding and rushed to embrace him, bumping your body against his making him lose his balance for a few seconds. Peter laughed, slipping his arms around your waist and burying his face in the curve of your neck, his fingers becoming whitish from the way he held you.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I didn't come sooner, for making you wait for me." Peter whined, pulling his face away to look at you, feeling his heart swell as he saw the tears streaming down his cheeks.

"What happened? What took you so long? Did something bad happen?" Suddenly, you found yourself worrying about him.

"Oh, let's just say it wasn't very simple to convince the doctor to let me come stay with you. After the other spider caused all that damage he didn't want to grant another spider-man request." Peter contorted his face into a grimace, showing that it shouldn't have been simple.

"How did you manage to convince him?" You asked, suddenly curious.

"Don't you think I know how to take advantage of my charming side?" He sneered, making you roll your eyes. You had missed that playful air that only he carried, but you had missed feeling him in your arms much more.

Placing you on the floor and moving your hands up to feel your back, you felt him lower the zipper of your suit and slowly pull the fabric from your body, blinking in wonder at your details. You lay back on the bed, your back sinking into the mattress and your legs spreading apart so that he could get a prime view of your center.

  "As much as I loved your outfit, I prefer you without it." He admitted, laying on top of you and holding your breasts with both hands, squeezing them lightly and using each finger to play with your nipples, depositing kisses on the curve of your neck. Watching you squirm and feeling your hair shiver against his palm, he smiled.

"Any danger in sight?" he mocked.

"No, just you teasing me when I've always treated you so well." You whined, feeling him smile against your skin. Your protest seemed to work, as he decided to act.

Peter deposited kisses all over your body as he went down and you readied yourself to spread your legs even wider for him, showing off your soaked intimacy. Your penis ached at the thought of him causing this. He deposited wet kisses on both your thighs, purposefully taking his time to get to where you most needed to be touched. Hovering his face under your pussy, he watched you, amazed at the sight, and gave an experimental lick, savoring its taste. He repeated once more and penetrated a finger into you, which slid in easily due to your natural lubrication.

Using his mouth exclusively to suck on your swollen clit, Peter penetrated two more fingers and moved them cautiously, not wanting to hurt you, just wanting to stretch your walls. His fingers pulled at your brown locks and you closed your legs, just enough to make him sink deeper against your pussy. You pulled your bottom lip with your teeth, using so much force that a faint taste of iron could be felt. Having the three long fingers pumping into you, reaching every place you didn't even know needed to be touched, adding with the warm air of his mouth against your clitoris, made you feel on cloud nine. And he knew it, because you could feel his cocky smile against your bundle of nerves.

Peter assumed you were going to cum when your spongy walls squeezed his fingers and your cries became more desperate. He flicked his tongue faster against your clit and intensified the speed at which his fingers slid in and out of your hole, causing you to lift your back off the mattress. His brown eyes made eye contact with your face contorted with pleasure, watching you cum and call out to him. Peter swallowed every drop, his fingers lingering inside you, his movements slowing as you calmed down from your orgasm. You could still see the stars right before your eyes, your trembling legs collapsed on the bed, and your breathing was uncompensated.

You propped yourself up on your elbows as you watched him crawl to get under your body, closing the gap between you and kissing him deeply, savoring from your still fresh taste on his tongue.

"Is it okay if i continue?" He asked, supporting his body weight with one arm resting on the mattress and pumping his penis with the other hand.

"Please."

You pleaded, whispering against his lips, a line of saliva hanging between your mouths. Parker rubbed his head against your hole, collecting some of your lubrication, slowly penetrating his cock into you, both of you moaning together at how good it felt to have him enter you. The burning soon became pleasurable, you bit his shoulder to hold back your moans as he rotated his hips and began to move, hitting the sweet spot inside you again and again.

Only the sound of your hips bumping and the swaying bed echoed in the air. Peter put his fingers in your mouth and you sucked on them, looking up at him through your eyelashes with curiosity as to what he would do. Moving his hand down between your bodies, he reached your clit, rubbing it with such agile and non-stop stroking that you were barely able to process what was happening.

"Come to me."

He asks, knowing that you would cum one more time. You dig your nails into his back and cum, your legs shaking uncontrollably and your mouth opening, your cries letting your neighbors know how good he was making you feel. With a few more sloppy strokes, his cum spilled inside you, mixing with your fluids and running down his cock. Peter remained inside you and collapsed his body on top of yours, laying his head on your breasts, not wanting to move away from you. You stroked his hair, placing a kiss on the top of his head and sliding your fingertips down his back, giving him a caress that made him drowsy.

"Beautiful?" He called out.

"Yes?"

"I really like you."

He says, making you smile. You felt happy, even though you knew he still wasn't able to say the right words, but respecting your feelings.

"I know that, love. And i like you even more."

You felt his body weigh heavier than before on top of you, and his breathing turned into light snorts. Lowering your gaze, you felt the butterflies turn your stomach as you faced his sleeping figure, realizing that he had chosen a path of no return, just to be there with you.

"I understand you, and i promise i’ll be here when you feel ready to say you love me, because i love you."

You whispered, making a promise that you were willing to keep, just as he was willing to love you.

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[eilishsings]

well, i have a headcanon to post that takes place in the same universe as “promises”. i hope you enjoy watching the lives of two hero lovers :)