#peter parker noir x y/n

[justsomerandomfanfic]

It Had To Be You - Peter (Noir) Parker X Female Reader

Title: It Had To Be You

Peter (Noir) Parker X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Aunt May (Mentioned), Peter B. Parker, Gwen, Miles (Mentioned), Miguel (Mentioned), and a random old man (Mentioned)

WC: 3,963

Warnings: Post Into The Spiderverse, Post Across The Spiderverse, Pre Beyond The Spiderverse, typical Spider-Man canon violence briefly mentioned, domestic as hell, brief mention to injuries, teasing, banter, flirting, crying, Nazis mentioned very briefly, sad goodbyes, shattered glass briefly mentioned (nothing bad), spiders, death mentioned, spider bites mentioned, angst, and fluff

You were humming to a song that was playing from your phone speaker, shaking your hips side to side with the beat as you stirred the soup on the stove. Today was a good day. You woke up on the right side of the bed - cuddled up next to the love of your life - and took a shower before starting to make soup for lunch. This was a typical Saturday for you and your long-time boyfriend. You had spent the entire morning watching Netflix with him, lounging around, and doing nothing at all; minus getting up to make Egg Creams, cook up a snack, etcetera. 

Two arms slowly wrapped around your waist from behind, a stubbly face dipping down to nuzzle into your neck; making you giggle a little. You felt the cool rim of his glasses brush against you, little wisps of his hair tickling your cheek. You switched the stirring spoon into your other hand, now freeing your more dominant hand to raise and slide into his hair, fingers combing through his soft, dark locks. "Afternoon, handsome," You whispered, leaning back into his embrace. You turned slightly so that you could see his face; your lips brushing against his forehead. He pulled away to smile softly at you, his circle glasses slightly askew on his face before giving you a kiss on the lips. You returned it warmly, feeling the corners of your mouth tugging up into a grin. The kitchen was quiet except for the sounds of your music echoing throughout the room. Pulling back, you looked up at Peter, unable to stop the smile on your face as you just looked at him. He stole your breath away, every time, every day. From his strong jawline, the little dimples on the corners of his cheeks, the little wrinkles near his eyes... His hair was ruffled and messy from sleep; adorable. The way his skin glowed golden in the sunlight pouring in from the large windows on either side of the kitchen, illuminated his handsome features; breathtaking. Even the way his eyes sparkled when he looked at you, always lighting up like Christmas lights. That gorgeous smile... You couldn't look away. Your eyes were drawn to his. "Did you sleep well, Pete? Good nap?" You asked, voice soft as you glanced at the soup, returning to stirring it so it wouldn't burn. 

"Best nap," He muttered, his own voice deep and a bit gruff, still trying to wake himself up fully. He gave you another kiss on the lips before turning you around in his arms to face the stove once more. His arms lay secured around your waist, his chin gently resting upon your head as he watched you cook the soup. "What have you been up to, doll?" He asked, pressing a light kiss onto the top of your head. Your hair smelled faintly of vanilla and pomegranate from the shampoo you used this morning. 

"I’ve been doing some reading." You sighed happily, smiling over your shoulder at him. He could tell by how relaxed you were. "As always," You let out a small laugh, making Peter smile. "Oh! Could you taste-test this for me, please? I don't know if I should add more basil or not..." You asked the man, turning slightly in his hold to look up at him.

Reluctantly letting you go, Peter nodded as you turned and scooped up a bit of the warm soup on the wooden spoon. Softly blowing on it, you raised the spoon up to Peter's mouth, who obediently opened his mouth and let you feed him; your hand coming up under his chin to make sure nothing fell. The sweet, creamy taste of mushroom filled Peter's senses, making him hum as he closed his eyes happily. When he finally swallowed, he smiled down at you, watching as you stared up at him expectantly.

"So..?" You asked, tilting your head slightly.

"It's perfect, Y/N." He chuckled quietly, making your eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

You looked down at the soup on the stove, turning the dial to 'warm,' "It doesn't need anything?" You asked, turning back to look up at Peter who nodded. "Are you sure?"

"I am absolutely sure, doll, the soup tastes phenomenal." You looked up at him again, a flush coming to your cheeks, causing him to lean down to press a soft kiss to your burning cheek. "And it smells delicious as well," He added, making you smile.

"Well," You began, biting your bottom lip briefly as you gestured to the soap with a smirk, "Get a bowl before I eat it all then."

~~~

Sitting on the couch, you leaned your head against Peter's shoulder, watching some movie that you both were interested in. His arm draped loosely around your shoulders, holding you close to him. His free hand in his lap, he held onto a Rubik's Cube, half-finished; fiddling with it. Peter, normally, would've had his full attention on the TV screen, but every once in a while, he found his gaze being drawn to you. You were such a beautiful person. You were kind and gentle, thoughtful, and creative. There wasn't a single thing Peter didn't love about you. Peter loved you. You were his everything. 

Five years ago, Peter was just minding his own business, working on taking down a corrupt politician, when he felt an odd sensation flow through him. His Spider-Senses activated, alerting him to danger, and that's when a very familiar portal popped up in his office, sucking him in. 

He remembered falling, a searing pain coursing through him before he fell flat on his face in a rose garden. He didn't know how long he was out for, but when he opened his eyes, he groaned and sat up. Looking around, he found himself in a small yard, surrounded by flowers - slightly smashed from his landing - in what seemed to be the backyard of a small home. It reminded him a lot of Aunt May's. He finally realized that he must have jumped universes again. Since, unlike his world, he was seeing in all colors. No more grayscale. And though he was still having a bit of trouble recognizing most colors, he knew that the roses that he fell on were indeed the color red.

That's when you appeared, like an angel, immediately coming to the mysterious man's aid. You seemed not to question his attire, why he was in your backyard, nor his pale, grayscale face when you cleaned up a small rose thorn scratch on his cheek. From that moment, Peter knew that he was a goner. He was confused as to where he was, who you were, and why you were so calm and not scared by him; a man in a dark trenchcoat and fedora. He had just fallen into your backyard for crying out loud... How were you so calm?

Peter didn't have to wait long to get the answers to his questions. You answered everything. He was in New York, Queens, in your home, in the year 2023. You told him your name, which Peter repeated a few times in his head, in awe of you. That's when you asked Peter who he was, and he answered honestly. He was Peter Parker. He was Spider-Man. A small, sad smile had fallen upon your lips, as you listened to Peter explain his side of things; alternate dimensions, other Spider-Men and Women, villains, portals, everything. You listened to every word. 

And that was the start of your friendship and later relationship.

Over time, Peter lost the urge to try and find a way back to his dimension. He had thought, just like last time, that his atoms would combust, but nothing happened. He was feeling fine physically and never glitched or combusted in the following days and even weeks to come. In the beginning, in the first few weeks, Peter tried all he could to find a way back, but nothing seemed to be working. No amount of books, research, or snooping around Oscorp and Alchemax helped. The misery that had befallen Peter was unbearable. He didn't want to give up, but there seemed to have been no way for him to get home. Peter had a rain cloud over his head, but you were the sunshine that broke through it and brought him back to life. You were the one who kept him going. You encouraged him to keep trying, to keep searching. You knew that he would find a way home. 

But weeks turned into months, and months into years. And Peter forgot about his life in his universe once he fell in love with you. He had crippled his emotions for so long that he had almost forgotten how great it felt to be in love. And though he loved his universe, he loved you so much more. So, Peter made the choice to stay with you and had been staying with you for the past five years. And everything was like a dream.

~~~

"Peter, honey, are you alright?" You asked, snapping Peter out of his memories and daydreams, his eyes still on you.

Peter blinked, dropping his Rubik's Cube on his lap. He raised his hand to press it against his lips as he turned his head and cleared his throat. His pale cheeks tinted a deeper shade of light gray, which made you smile; that shade of gray had become one of your favorites. "I'm alright, doll," He answered, turning to face you once more, giving you a small, sheepish smile. "Just thinking."

“That’s dangerous,” You joked playfully, - earning an eye roll and grin - leaning towards him, you placed a soft kiss on his cheek. "About what?" You asked, admiring the man beside you.

Peter sighed softly, "The night we met," He answered, looking down at the Rubik's Cube. "And I was just thinking about you in general."

Your smile grew wider. Peter was so sweet to you. Sometimes you wondered if he even knew how sweet he really was. Sure, he said sweet things all the time, but sometimes he seemed too good to be true. How was he even real? Raising your hand, you gently slid the bridge of Peter's glasses up his nose with a finger, "I love you, Peter Parker," You whispered, leaning over until your foreheads touched. "More than anything in the world." Your eyes fluttered lightly as you waited for a response from him.

"I love you more, darling," Peter murmured back, resting his free hand on your waist as he pulled you closer. The sound of a soft knock interrupted the couple's moment, and you broke apart, both confused. "Were you expecting someone?" Peter asked, and you shook your head with a small, confused frown.

"No, I wasn't... You?" Peter shook his head slowly, rising from the couch and walking to the door, opening it cautiously; on high alert. Standing outside the doorway were none other than Peter B. Parker and Gwen.

Peter's eyes widened as he quickly let them in and shut the door, and you soon came around the corner, stopping at the sight of Spider-Man and the Spider-Woman. With a small frown, you moved your gaze from the two newcomers to your Peter. Fiddling with the way-too-big sleeves of Peter's gray, cable-knit sweater you wore, you stood next to Peter.

The two newcomers that you had assumed were Peter B. and Gwen, from the many stories your Peter would tell you about the fight with Doc Ock and Kingpin. They were staring at you with wide, shocked expressions on their faces.

"Um... Hello," You greeted awkwardly, waving your hand in the air briefly. "You must be Peter B. and Gwen." You continued, moving your glance to each of them respectively.

Peter B. then took a step forward, his eyebrows narrowed, "Sorry, but who are you?"

Your Peter slowly wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into his side, "This is Y/N, my girl... After I landed here a few years ago, she took me in and tried to help me get back to my own dimension..." He answered, his gaze never leaving yours as he spoke.

Peter B’s eyes widened, his jaw dropping slightly, “A few years? How long have you been here?”

“And without glitching?” Gwen added, your eyes anxiously glanced from your Peter to the others, very confused.

"A little over five years," Your Peter answered, your arm coming up to wrap around his waist, fingers clutching onto the side of his black turtleneck sweater. “And that is still something that I have not quite put my finger on…” Peter muttered to himself, his eyes behind his circle frame narrowing slightly in thought.

Their jaws dropped, "Five years!?" Peter B. exclaimed, and you and your Peter nodded. “Time must work differently here…”

Gwen shook her head before she took a step forward, "We’ve searched for you in your dimension,” She spoke, lowering her white hood, “But you weren’t there… It took us a while to find you…”

“But we’ve found you, that’s all that matters.” Peter slightly interrupted, a look of determination on his face, “We need your help. Miles needs our help.”

You noticed your Peter’s expression darkened slightly, “What happened?”

You listened as Peter B. and Gwen expanded everything that had happened - the Spider Society, Miguel, Canon events, and so on - your confusion over everything seemed to lessen a bit; even when they brought up the clear time difference between your Earth-081962 and almost every other Earth dimension; which still confused you as to why your dimension was five years ahead of everyone else's.

“And with this device, we can help Miles,” Gwen gestured to the watch-looking object on her wrist, “And after, we can get you back to your own dimension.” Her voice held so much hope, you swallowed thickly as your mind raced. 

Your Peter looked down at you, feeling your hand around him tighten slightly, but you didn't look up from the creme carpet. Peter was conflicted. The Peter a couple of years prior would've jumped at the opportunity to go back to his own universe, but now... Now all he wanted to do was stay here. With you. He couldn't bear the idea of being separated from you. "I need to speak with Y/N alone for a moment." He spoke up before leading you down the hall and into your shared room. "I'm not going to leave you." He spoke with conviction once you both entered the room, only for you to shake your head.

Quickly taking his hands in yours, you shook your head, "No, no, Pete, honey... You have to do this-"

He cut you off, shaking his head violently, "No, Y/N, please... I can't lose you." Peter pleaded, his eyes begging you not to make this decision for him. It broke your heart that he was willing to give up his chance to go home, to return to his own time. “I’ll come back to you after I help Miles.”

"Peter, you can go home! Back to your PI job and saving people from stupid Nazis." You tried to reason with him, tears starting to gather in your eyes, Peter's hands turning to hold yours, squeezing gently. “You can go home.”

"You're my home!" Peter countered, causing your breath to catch in your throat, tears streamed down your face. "You're my home, darling," His voice broke, but he held his ground. "I can't live without you." His eyes softened, but he remained firm. "Please, don't do this."

You let out a small sob, your shoulders shaking lightly. "Please... Peter..."

"I love you." With those words, Peter released your hands, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you tightly against his chest. You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, gripping onto the back of his turtleneck sweater. For a minute, neither of you moved. Neither of you dared to move an inch. Neither of you dared to breathe. You both just held on tight.

You pushed your face into his chest, squeezing your eyes shut as you rubbed your cheek on the soft material of his sweater, "I love you more," You breathed out after a moment, sniffling, "But you have to go home after you save Miles."

"Y/N, darling-"

Pulling back, you moved your hands up to cup his stubbly cheeks, staring into those dark eyes that you loved so much. "I need you to go home." You stated, letting your thumbs brush away the stray tears on his cheeks; hating the words that were coming out of your mouth. "I've loved every single moment that I've got with you, Peter, but... But I need you to go home, honey."

Peter closed his eyes, letting his head drop to rest against yours. He let out a deep sigh before suddenly dipping his head down to capture your lips with his own. You gasped softly, returning his kiss, tears began to roll down your cheeks, mixing with the tears that were falling from Peter's. The kiss was gentle yet desperate, and it left both of you breathless, pulling away slowly. His lips pulled away reluctantly, leaving your lips feeling cold.

"Go save Miles, Peter." You muttered, pressing your forehead against his. Peter nodded slowly, tears filling his eyes. Giving you one last kiss, he slowly backed away from you, unable to break his gaze from you. "I'll see you some other time." You finished, your voice barely above a whisper.

At the door, Peter paused, bracing himself on the doorframe, "At least that's better than 'goodbye.'" He tried to joke, smiling weakly at you, but you could see how broken he looked, and you felt the same. He took a deep, shaky breath. "See you later, doll."

And then he was gone. You stood there, staring at the doorway, hearing muffled voices, the front door shutting... And then silence. Walking backward, you plopped down on the bed, staring at the wall. You took in a deep breath, letting a shaky breath out afterward. Your chest seemed to tighten, you felt as if your heart had stopped beating. You placed your hand over your chest, rubbing it gently. Closing your eyes and taking another deep breath, you focused on the feeling of your hand on your beating heart, but it all came crashing down. Tears erupted from your eyes, pouring down your face like a waterfall.

~~~

Walking down the street, you shuffled past the other busy people, either going home or heading to their late shift at work. You were heading home from yours. You had just recently been hired at some research facility - Alchemax - as an accounting assistant. You did want to try for a more scientific job, but they weren't hiring for that sort of position, overall, it was definitely keeping you busy. And you had to keep yourself busy, so you didn't think about Peter. It had been around six months since Peter left for his dimension, and you'd lost count of how many times you'd thought about him. How many times have you thought about him when you woke up at night, half your mind thinking he was right there beside you in bed? Every time you subconsciously began to make Egg Creams, only to realize you had no one to share them with. And every time you heard a song on the radio that reminded you of him, you felt yourself unwilling to finish the day's chores. Every hour that went by felt like an eternity.

But your job was good, paid well, better than the last one that you had when Peter was with you. You were pretty curious about the research the facility was even doing, they were secretive about it. You didn't ask questions, you followed orders and made sure the numbers were all lining up correctly, but you still wondered. However, before your mind could theorize whatever could be happening, you felt someone run into you. 

You fell to the concrete sidewalk with a small 'oof,' looking up to see an old man in front of you; also on the sidewalk. Getting over the initial shock, you looked around, seeing what looked to be shards of glass on the ground around you and the man. Before you could say anything, the man went into a panic, looking around the ground frantically. Suddenly, he got to his feet, running off. 

You let out a huff, pushing yourself to your feet and brushing off your legs. Thankfully, no glass had harmed you. Letting out a sigh from your nose, you headed back down the sidewalk, ignoring the burning sensation on the back of your head from the slight embarrassment you had gone through. 

Once you finally made it home, you quickly got inside and shut the door; locking it. Toeing off your shoes, you kicked them to the side before dragging your feet to your bedroom to get out of your work clothes and into something more comfortable; exhausted after the long day. Tossing your bag on the bed, you riffled through your closet, finding a pair of gray sweats - that were definitely not Peter’s - and fuzzy socks. Trying to find a comfy top that you felt like wearing, your hand paused on one. The gray, cable-knit sweater, one of Peter's sweaters; your favorite one. Without a second thought, you pulled it over your head, your hair becoming a bit frazzled in the process. Pulling the collar up, you took in a deep breath, only to frown. It had already lost his scent. The accords of lavender and mandarin, the hint of sandalwood.

Walking back into your bed, you sat down, still clutching the sweater tightly in your hands. Looking down at the piece of clothing, you sighed. You loved the sweater. It was way too big for you, the sleeves passing your fingers by more than an inch, the hem reaching around mid-thigh. But you couldn't stop missing the smell of Peter's cologne that was embedded in the fabric. And you’d ever smell it again. 

You laid back on your bed, grabbing a pillow and hugging it tightly to your chest. Shutting your eyes, you let out a sigh. You were about to get up and make yourself some dinner, but then you paused. Frozen, you felt something small crawling on you. Immediately, you jumped up, feeling the tickling crawling start to wander down your arm. Quickly, scrambling to pull up your sleeve, you watched as a small, red spider crawled up your arm and onto your hand, and before you could do anything, you felt a sharp sting. 

You yelped in pain, hitting the spider off of you, and pulling your hand to your chest. Staring intently at the small spider on the ground, it was all curled up; dead. Letting out a deep breath, you jiggled around a bit, creeped out from the feeling of the spider running along your body. Sitting back down, you planned to take care of the spider after checking your hand. Pulling your arm back, you looked at your hand. Raising it up in front of you, you winced slightly at the sight of a large red bump on the middle of the back of your hand. It looked terrible…

Feeling a bit odd, you blinked repeatedly. Bringing another hand up, you held your head as a huge migraine began to form behind your eyes; your mind foggy. Taking a deep breath, you force yourself to calm down. Shaking your head lightly, you squeezed your eyes shut, a ringing starting to sound in your ears. You could feel the headache growing, burning. Then you opened your eyes, suddenly becoming very aware of everything around you. And then... Everything stopped. 

[sukisprettyface]

should i make incorrect quotes for atsv

[kairiscorner]

my headcanons masterlist

YO, so here are the headcanons i've made so far :>

the atsv babes with an ambiverted partner

miles morales x filipino reader headcanons (part 1)

miles morales x filipino reader headcanons (part 2)

miguel o'hara x filipino reader headcanons

gojo satoru x filipino reader headcanons

noir x filipino reader (1930's era)

noir x filipino reader (modern era)

noir slow dancing with you

miggy's ass part 1

miggy's ass part 2

spider noir with an aroace s/o

drunk miggy headcanons

drunk noir headcanons

miles g morales headcanons

miles 42 x filipino reader

the atsv when you lose your glasses

hobie brown x filipino reader

miggy and how he loves the little things about you

pav x filipino reader

gwen x filipino reader

noir gets dragged in a mosh pit

miguel o'hara in a noli au

spider noir in a noli au

miggy with a black cat reader part 1

miggy with a black cat reader part 2

spider noir with a drunk reader

peni parker with a magical girl friend reader

miguel x filipino reader headcanons tito version

spider noir x spider dude headcanons

teenage miggy x filipino reader (hs enemies to lovers part 1)

teenage miggy x filipino reader (hs enemies to lovers part 2)

miles 1610 x filipino reader (celebrating your bday)

teen miggy at your debut

spider noir with a newbie spider person partner

spider noir helping you with your braces

ben reilly x reader headcanons (when you two watch the barbie movie)

going to amusement parks with noir

ben reilly x filipino reader (crackheaded hcs)

overworked salaryman miguel o'hara (part 1)

overworked salaryman miguel o'hara (part 2)

hobie brown x deaf partner

noir comforting you at the barbie movie ending

spider noir x autistic!gn!reader

atsv characters in a fantasy au

spider noir with a travelling partner

dating model au miguel o'hara (as an ordinary person)

whatever else you guys request ╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯(send me a req thru my asks !!)

[fishsticksloser]

Could you write some fluffy hc for Spider Noir? He is my bby and I just wanna see n read more about him 🥺💕

Noir Fluff

Noir x gn!reader

Warnings: fluff, kissing, Noir is a gentleman, short

A/N: keep in mind he loves in the 1930s

Peter holds your hand in public

Or he'll lend you his arm

He's a true gentlemen

He's very kind and private when in public

But in private?

This man is all over you

He loves showering you in kisses

Your face, neck, shoulders

All of you

His hands run all over your body

Peter literally can't get enough of you

You're washing dishes or cooking when he comes home?

You better believe this man will tilt your head to the side so he can kiss your neck

His hands on your waist

This man is absolutely obsessed with you

You better believe you'll have to cover the marks he leaves on you

[materialgworlas]

Back Up- Spider verse cast x Reader

@jordanahart wifeyyyy what do ya think??

[cindol]

Hey, can I please get some more general headcanons of Spider Noir with a black fem s/o?

I loved the last blurb you wrote 💖

Thank you bb ! Here’s some spider noir hcs for you babes

tw—as usual, y/n is a pink pink pinkalicious black girl, set in a modern universe but Peter has a old soul, suggestive(titty sucking,boob groping),

Spider Noir definitely rizzed reader up in mere seconds in a woman’s shoe store. He was getting a lady he had rescued a night ago some butterfly heels as a “feel better” typa thing to sneak in her apartment till he noticed reader sitting on a bench trying on some nice hot pink satin platform pumps that she was having quite some trouble putting on. Trying to be the friendly spiderman he is even outside of costume he came over to you with a wave making you raise a brow.”I see you’re havin’ a problem fitting on those lovely heels. Mind if I help?”

Usually y/n didn’t take strange men’s help in a store but looking at this man’s facial features he looked so trusting. The way he had smile lines on the corner of his lips as he gave her a small smile and held out a strong gloved hand to her she couldn’t help but give out. She held out her brown bare making him get on his knees and helping her put the heel on, their future relationship blossomed after this.

Spider Noir soon found out from 9 months of dating her y/n had a Barbie and princess complex she didn’t even know she had and he didn’t mind feeding into that complex. From being the gentlemen he is and holding the door open for her to helping her zip up her dress and put on 2 pump pink heels. Even to indulging in her taste and letting her get pretty hair appointments and movie nights.

Spider Noir is a genuine munch for his pretty girl too so he loves when she shows him around to people. He’s alway ready to flash a smile to the camera when she takes a group selfie with him and doesn’t mind the little TikTok’s too. When she gives him all those red lipstick kisses on his face, neck, and chest he doesn’t even wash them off after baby. She has to hold him down giggling and take them off with wipes.”baby, you can’t just wear my kisses on you, it’s nasty and could smear.” He just smiles.”well that means I’ll have you all smeared on me.” She just gasps and has a big grin on her face from those words.

Spider Noir doesn’t hide the fact he’s taken by his girl either. He isn’t exactly rude when women try to flirt with him since he’s always been raised to be nice to lady so he let’s them down as easy as he can. When a girl is even trying to be flirtatious he flashes them his lovely open wallet that has a long photo portrait of multiple photos of his pretty girl and him in a Photo Booth.”See that? Taken sorry doll face.”

Now, spider noir loves to kiss too. It’s almost like his best thing to do next to saving people. He doesn’t do anymore normal man kisses either or those too rough kisses. When’s he’s kissing his girl he always usually has her in his lap or laying on his chest with his hand softly grabbing her jaw and giving her a slow kiss that turns into a makeout sessions. But he’s a tease, and let’s go making her whine.

he gives her kisses in other places too. When she and him are relaxing and he isn’t in his usual trench coat he loves to unwind and just play with her tits. Either him groping her boobs or sucking on them while she window shop at stuff on Amazon. He even gives kisses and hickeys that make her pout but he just offers her to wear one of those cute pink silk ascots on her neck. She of course does her cute pout and wears it anyways.

Overall, spider noir just loves his girl.

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Hello! Would I be able to request female!reader having a cat that really likes her boyfriend spiderman noir (you've never wrote for him, I don't think, but it says you write for the spiderverse characters so I'm gonna test my luck 🤭🤭)

ID LOVE TO.

Unexpected pair

You would not have thought that when your cat first met Peter they took an immediate interest in him.

You’d both gone on a few dates when you decided to ask him if he wanted to come to your apartment (to which he gladly said yes to.)

You both had met by a mutual friend, and were quickly close with each other. Soon after a few dates, you both started dating.

It’s been years, and you both lived together now, after you both had finally saved up enough money.

What was most unexpected when he moved in was for your cat to absolutely adore the man.

You yawned, expecting your boyfriend to be awake and up but when you entered the room, your cat was snuggled up behind his legs.

They both slept peacefully, you smiled and got under the covers next to them, turning the other way and closing your eyes.

When you woke up, Peter was nowhere to be found. It was normal usually, because of his “work”

So, thinking he had gone into work early you walked into the kitchen where he was cooking. You stopped in your tracks, blinking and staring at the man.

Your cat was next to him, rubbing up on his leg to mark his scent on the man.

He glanced down at the feeling on his legs, and the corners of his mouth twitched up, then he resumed back to the pancakes.

You smiled and went wrapped your arms around him.

“Well, I didn’t know you were awake so early, sweetheart.” He said.

You hummed “Mm. I am.”

He laughed quietly and you took your arms away from him, scooping up the cat into your arms.

“I’m finished.” He said, looking at you and putting them on plates.

“You didn’t have to.” You said, with a small pout. You picked up the plate, and thanked him.

He shrugged. “You’re doing everything else in the house. Let me do this for you at least.” He carried his and sat down.

You smiled, knowing that most husbands wouldn’t even do this for their wives at the time.

Then your cat jumped onto the table, interrupting the sweet moment you both were having smiling at each other, you both began to laugh instead.

The cat looked at you, rubbed on your arm for a little and then went to Peter.

Peter rolled his eyes at the cat, and took the cat down from the table and putting it down onto the floor.

[miloswebs]

Spidernoir!Peter likes watching you in the morning when you first get up. He closes the windows to make the room a bit quieter but you still wake up eventually. He likes running his hands through your hair and down your back. His hands are always numb until you press your lips against his fingers. Suddenly he can feel again.

[miguelswifey04]

your noir headcanons are adorable!!! may i request some headcanons or drabbles in like sorta that movie tangled au

awwww thank you so much <3 this is so cute !! this will be my own spin it!!

“gosh darn it.” noir muttered himself as he walked through the forest. he was lost, and grumbling curses under breath. he hated being lost but also being on the run because he was proclaimed as some form of thief, but honestly he couldn’t care less.

he would end up in the middle of the forest as he stumbled upon the tower that had vines and plants wrapped around it. he was curious, so he climbed up the tower where you resided in. trapped. he didn’t know you even lived there…what kind of person would even live so high up in the middle of nowhere? so he thought he had been lucky to find things inside the tower, he was a bit skeptical as he searched for any presence of life.

you being the headstrong person that you are and very brave at that you snuck up to that tall man who seemed to be wearing all black and a trench coat?? you whammed him with pan, knocking him silly 😭

using your long blonde magical hair you tied him up on the chair..he was seeing stars to say the least and was still grumbling under his breath. you were curious of him. he piqued your interest but you were skeptical. “who even are you?” holding the pan under the chin to tilt him fo look at you

noir was surprised a beautiful person like you was living in a solitary place like a tower. “none of your concern princess.” he smirked at you looking silly but you recoiled a bit at him calling you “princess.”

“i’m not a princess.” you remarked. you were ready to hit him again with the pan, but he pleased you not too, “woah woah woah, calm down a bit. i don’t think i want to bit whacked with a pan again,” he lightly chuckled but gulped a bit feeling restrained.

you calmed a bit then an idea came to you. he was your one way ticket out of the tower, and you wanted to explore the outside world. “okay. let’s make a deal. i’ll let you go but you have to—TAKE ME WITH YOU!” you suggested, “if not, i’m not gonna let you go.”

noir agreed to take you to see the lanterns that appear every day on your birthday if you would return his satchel filled with stolen jewels, including the lost princess's shiny crown.

it was a bit of a journey nonetheless but noir started to grow fond of you over time. surely at first you really annoyed him with your childish nature but of course you technically “never grew up” because your evil godmother only had used you for your magical hair to keep her forever young.

“so princess tell me about yourself?” he had a shit eating grin on his face and you hated it at first but you grew to actually love his smile or whenever he’d smirk at you. you couldn’t deny the fact he was actually pretty handsome but you ignored that fact.

noir found you stunning and he was attracted by your beauty and radiant aura that you always seemed to radiate. you were his brightest star in his most darkest hours.

you both shared your experiences and stories that made that bond that you both didn’t know y’all had, stronger.

he would causally hold on to your hair in his arms so you wouldn’t trip. if you were tired of carrying your own hair since it was LENGTHY he would have no problem holding it for you!!

you tired? he would carry you in his arms bridal carry style. idk but he likes to carry you whenever you were feeling tired OR would scoop you up just to tease you. he liked the way you got annoyed at him and he loved that feeling.

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a/n: this was fun to write ✍🏽

tags: @kairiscorner

[nishitanispiercedearlobe]

blurb | the vision came to me while I was fucking myself

18+, f!reader.

When Peter aired his insecurities to his friends, he had done so in confidence. Lately he had been feeling a bit jealous, and maybe even a bit of low self esteem when he explained that his girlfriend had been looking at others. Though he didn’t intend to, there was an implication of distrust. Bringing to question her loyalty. His friends simply reassured him, telling him that he was being paranoid.

So when Peter came home to his girlfriend laid across the coffee table on her back with Miguel situated happily in between her legs and Noir right at her face with his cock stuffed down her throat, his worries had been instantly confirmed.

Miguel immediately notices him, his thrusts unrelenting.

“Al fin llegas, hermano.” There’s an almost smug smile to his tone. A smirk on his lips. “We were thinking about what you said about her. Thought maybe we’d check it out and look out for you.”

Peter is deathly silent, listening as his girlfriend releases filthy wanton noises. Eyes laser focused on the drool slipping at the sides of her mouth as she skillfully sucks away at the cock fucking her mouth. He then runs his eyes down her form, taking in her arched back and her soaked inner thighs from previous climaxes.

“Think you were right. She’s definitely looking at other people.”

Noir hasn’t even bothered to acknowledge Peter. It’s obvious he’s too busy indulging in the warm, wet hole giving him pleasure. His hands run down to her breasts, roughly groping at them and pinching and pulling at the nipples.

Peter should be mad, he subconsciously tells himself. Furious that his girlfriend turned out to be such a cheating slut. That his supposed friends had been nothing but a pair of snakes that went right under his nose to get to her. But, all those intense feelings had converted into something more humiliating. And the uncomfortable tightening in between his legs made that very known.

[brightlilith]

Please someone write Tom!Peter x Supergirl!Reader

Where they are in Nwh in the battle and she seems to be helping, and when everything is finished she returns to her universe, and after a few months Peter goes to her land unintentionally and they end up falling in love. This is after everyone forgets about him, but she and the other Peters don't forget about him because they are from other universes.

If you want to write, contact me, I have more ideas for the plot and tag me. plsss

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Fanfic Friday - 10/27/23 - Poll

Summaries (sorry if they're terrible XD):

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Peter B. Parker X GN Reader - Title: Chrysanthemums, Dahlias, and Lavender - Fluff/Angst;

Summary: Peter B. sits with you and remembers the day he met you. From meeting on the playground, walking down high school halls, and sharing your first kiss... Post Into The Spiderverse.

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Peter Parker (Noir) X Fem Reader - Title: It Had To Be You - Fluff/Angst;

Summary: After falling into your dimension, Peter tries to find a way back to his, but doesn't expect falling a third time... Falling for you. But as the years go by, Peter never expected to run into two familiar faces, realizing that he doesn't have a choice but to leave you. Post Into The Spiderverse/Post Across The Spiderverse.

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Jaime Reyes X GN Reader - Title: Bittersweet Goodbye - Fluff/Slight Angst;

Summary: College is over, you and Jaime should be celebrating, but he has to go home. Pre Blue Beetle.

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Ryan! Ken X Female Reader - Title: Dance The Night Away - Fluff/Mini Angst;

Summary: After the events of the Ken's taking over Barbie Land, you are hired by Mattel to check in on the magical land alike to a town in Sweden. Even though they don't really need you checking in, all the Barbies got it covered, you meet Ken. Ken is immediately intrigued by you and spends a lot of time with you. Post Barbie

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Regulus Black X Female Reader - Title: They Say It's Forbidden - Fluff/Angst;

Summary: You and Regulus are in love, but James and Sirius aren't really fond of the Slytherin... And they'll do everything in their power to stop the two of you from staying together.

[comicbook-craziness]

Miles dude what did you do LMAO

🤣🤣🤣

Have you ever thought about releasing your drabbles or flash fictions ? This might be a silly question but I just absolutely adore your writing style and am so inspired by it so I always love getting new content from you 💓💓

Warnings: Implied Stalking, Implied Kidnapping, Emotional Manipulation, Toxic Mindsets.

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You stepped into the corridor to spot Miles Morales rounding the corner in the opposite direction of your dorm room, his eyes downcast as he hurriedly rubbed some webs off his palms. “Miles!” You lifted an arm to wave at him once he turned.

Miles whirled around and stood as tall as he possibly could have, bouncing on his heels a bit. “Yeah?” He tightened his grip on his backpack straps when you walked toward him with a curious frown.

After glancing at your surroundings for any prying eyes, you looked at Miles and whispered, “My roommate didn't come back again last night.”

Another glance proved useful when it yielded the sight of a group of students looking over their shoulders at you, but a few moments of silence, as well as a brief glare, convinced them to return to talking among themselves.

You turned back to Miles, who had not moved at all. “I was wondering if you saw them by any chance?”

This drew a lengthy “uh” from him as he opened his mouth as if to say something else, only to keep making the same sound. It was not until you tilted your head at him that Miles peeked at the adjacent wall and spoke with a stilted tone as if he were a first-time actor rehearsing his lines.

“I don't know anything about that.”

You slumped in disappointment and scanned the area for another person to ask, so Miles raised his hand and pointed a finger at you with his best imitation of a surprised smile. “But you know who might know? The security guard!”

Just as you were considering the distance between Salas's office and the art classroom, your cell phone rang. A Japanese hip-hop song that you did not remember setting as the ringtone started to echo in the corridor and earned dozens of annoyed glances.

Miles gaped and squeezed the straps on his backpack so hard that his hands began to tremble. A bead of sweat rolled down his cheek, which he wiped with the back of his hand while muttering the words, “Not yet.”

A quick look at the phone screen revealed the caller to be Peter B. Parker.

As soon as you answered the call, your ears were bombarded with the hubbub of a busy restaurant. You could nearly smell the French fries steaming in vats, the patties flipping on grills and other fast food being peddled and devoured over the phone.

Indistinct chatter filled the background, and a rapid series of oinks and slams interrupted a nearby conversation.

Closest to the speaker was the sloppy noise of someone chewing a hamburger and slurping on a straw. “Hey, kid!” came a deeper voice from the other end of the phone, this one slightly distorted and muffled by a mouthful of bread and meat. “Heard you're down a roommate.”

At this, you cocked your head and lowered the phone from your ear. You watched as the screen flashed the name “Peter B. Parker” again, but instead of resuming the call, your narrowed eyes rose to meet the sweat running down Miles's forehead.

“Miles, how does he know about my roommate?”

The sweat was like raindrops on his face now as if there was a thunderstorm crashing and booming just above his head. With his eyes darting from the ceiling to the floor to the walls, Miles was caught on each word and let one too many long pauses fall between his quickening breaths.

“I may have let it slip at our last get-together.”

The volume of his voice kept dropping until he was almost whispering by the end. He had raised his shoulders and tensed them to the point of crinkling his eyes and clenching his jaw at the discomfort.

His fists balled when you continued to inspect him, which drew a perturbed silence from you that you broke moments later. “It only happened last night.”

Miles attempted to relax his fists and looked away, managing a chuckle and a faint smile. “Yeah, we got together early this morning.” His eyes lacked the dark rings that appeared when he spent the night slinging webs and throwing punches.

“Kid? You still there?” questioned Peter B. Parker before you could further interrogate Miles.

A brisk look at the clock hanging on the wall threw a cold chill over you. Its tick-tocks seemed to happen sooner and move the arms faster with each second that you counted them. Turning away, you faced the floor and shouted into the phone, “My art class starts in five minutes!”

The crunch of a French fry being gobbled was audible. “Ah-huh. Wanna grab a burger and tell us about it?”

Just as you were preparing to refuse his offer, one word stuck in your mind. “Us?”

A crash followed the clatter of porcelain plates slamming into each other. The noise shifted from left to right as if someone was sliding across the table, and the thumps of multiple hands clutching the phone were joined by a decisive pig's oink.

The voice of Peter B. Parker, now distant, grumbled, “Yeah, yeah. Like they really want to hear about the golden ratio over lunch.”

This battle for the phone resulted in the comical voice of Peter Porker crossing over into your ear. “I can teach you everything you need to know about art!” His mouth was way too close to the speaker and prompted you to wince, but it was soon wrestled out of his hands.

What came next were the sproings and boings of Porker jumping up and down in a fight to be heard. “I'm a cartoon!” he shouted, running out of breath midway through the declaration. “No schoolteacher can do better than a living art piece!”

Finally, Porker collapsed on the table with a thud and a rattle.

Static, the movement of air and breathing of inconsistent volumes filled your ear as the phone was turned upside down and carried at various distances from someone's face. “How does this gizmo work?” asked a low, almost gravelly voice.

Peter B. Parker hummed in the background. “Just hold it to your mouth and talk,” he replied in the middle of a large bite into his hamburger.

The static interference vanished at once, and the monotone of Peter Parker became clear. “Play hooky with us, kid. I used to ditch college every week in my day.”

Hiding between the shouts and struggle of the others was the calmer voice of Gwen Stacy. “We saved a seat for you.” The smile on her face was evident in her tone, with the clear amusement exposing the way she relished watching her comrades squabble.

“It's next to me!” came an excited shout from Peni Parker, who was sitting farther away from the phone.

Gwen chuckled, “She wouldn't let it go until we agreed.”

A wave of cool water sprayed you from above, and the chink-chink of the sprinkler system rained down on the corridor. Screams filled the school as students ducked for cover and hid inside the nearest classrooms.

You looked up to squint through the water, your gaze dropping when the phone line went dead.

[kairiscorner]

Hi!!! I absolutely LOVE ur writings. Not sure if ur requests r open but do u mind if I request a spider noir x reader where they have a daughter together and one day when y/n walks in to check on noir and their daughter they see their daughter putting a bunch of makeup and accessories on him 😭😭😭 I think it would be so cute and funny!! I love the way you write spider noir btw, he’s my fav and ur fics are amazing!

HI ANON !! yep, my requests are open :DD sorry i'm super slow and easy to sidetrack though 😭😭😭BUT THANK YOU FOR THE COMPLIMENTS AND IDEA !! I LIVE FOR DOMESTIC PETER PARKER AAAAAAAA @thecoolerdor i hope this is to your liking boo <333

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

you trusted your husband peter with all your heart, so much so that you agreed to have a family with him. you could still remember that day when you announced to peter you were pregnant. oh, his little sequences of jumping up and down from happiness, the tears of irrefutable joy falling down from his eyes as he picked you up, spun you around and kissed you all over--his smile... oh, his charming, loving smile that you hoped your little one would have once it'd be born.

and nine months passed, nine wonderful, peaceful months passed, and your little bundle of joy was brought forth into the world; she was a girl. you could remember the moment when peter held your little girl in his arms--he choked on his own tears of love and unbridled joy, hearing her coos and her reaching for his glasses as he looked down at her with the brightest smile on his face.

"i promise you, my love... i'll keep both you and our daughter safe. i'd risk my life to see her grow up happily and normally. i... oh, i... i love you both so, so much." he said with a soft, genuine-sounding voice as he looked at you with glistening, teary eyes as his daughter grabbed hold of his glasses, and you both chuckled as tears came from both of your eyes, celebrating your new chapter in life as parents, as a family.

three years passed, and peter has since spoiled his little princess rotten. she has your hair, and his beautiful gray and brown eyes. she has his smile, which makes you melt when they both flash a smile; their dimples evident on their cheeks as the curves of their mouths become more prominent at the sides. peter's always loved his little girl more than anything and anyone. and of course, he always lets her know he's there for her; that daddy will protect her and keep her from feeling sad, hurt, or lonely, or anything bad. he's her light in the darkness, her superhero, literally and figuratively; he set the standard for her who a man should be in her life, and she loves him to bits.

you never felt jealous that your daughter preferred peter sometimes over you, you couldn't be, seeing as how, despite being spider man and a working man, he was always her father and he always delivered and did his job to the very best of his ability. though you trusted peter so much and believed in him, you were still worried if he knew what to do when you, the only one keeping the house together when peter's gone with no other adults in the house, would be gone for the whole day to run some errands.

"oh, you'll be out the whole day?" peter asked you as he held his daughter in his arms and sat her down on his lap as she played with her dolls. you nodded. "yeah, i have a lot on my plate today, i can finish them up by tonight." you explained. peter smiled up at you as you spoke. "that's okay, you gotta do what you gotta do." he said with a chuckle as he tickled his daughter, blowing a raspberry against her cheek, making her squeal and laugh, with you and peter laughing, too.

"are you sure you two will be okay while i'm gone...?" you asked with a concerned tone in your voice. peter smiled up at you and carried his daughter in his arms as he put a hand on your cheek. "hey... it'll be okay, we'll be okay. i'm peter parker, spider man, and i'm your husband, you don't have to worry. i can try doing what you do for a day and survive. at least i hope i can, but we'll be alright, love. i promise." he said as he leaned over to plant a sweet, soft kiss on your lips. you kissed him back, and it was in that kiss that you felt as though peter was emphasizing to you that he's got this, that you don't have to worry about a thing.

you pulled away soon and peter's hand found its way to your cheek again. "alright, then. i trust you." you said as you put your hand on the back of his that held your cheek, and you leaned over to kiss your daughter and say goodbye to her. "bah-bye! i wub you!" your daughter beamed with a flying kiss notion that you taught her, which made you and peter giggle at her cuteness.

they'll be okay. right?

you soon came home after 7 hours of running errands and buying groceries for dinner, thinking of your dear husband and darling daughter back at home. you headed home and opened the front door, all expectations of them being in the living room gone as they were nowhere downstairs. "peter? loves?" you called out for them as you put away your coat and kicked off your shoes by the entrance.

you climbed up the stairs where you heard faint giggling in your daughter's room and the air filled with high pitched laughter from your daughter and low chuckling from your husband. you smiled and sighed to yourself in relief as you entered the your daughter's room after knocking a few times. "loves?" you called for them as you peeked your head in through the door.

there, you bore witness to the sight of peter being slathered on with your makeup; your lipstick, mascara, blush, and eyeshadow were not spared. your necklace and earrings were on peter, dangling on him all lopsided. "oh, dearest!" peter called out with a crooked smile, with lipstick streaking down past his lips as he smiled up at you.

your daughter greeted you with a hug and asked you to come over and sit down at her little makeup parlor. you chuckled instead of getting mad, how could you when your daughter was so... talented at beautifying her own father?

you looked at peter as you sat down with him on the floor as your daughter took the rest of your makeup, with peter wrapping his hand around your waist and smirking at you. "don't i look absolutely irresistible, love?" he asked in a low voice as he adjusted his glasses and wink at you with the mismatched eyeshadow on his eyes and such exaggerated eyelashes from your mascara.

you couldn't stifle the laugh any longer, and out it came as you erupted in peals of laughter as you rested your head against peter's shoulder at how ridiculous he looked. peter chuckled low as he put his other hand under your chin. "i get it, you're wishing i could be as pretty as you..." he said as he leaned over and pressed a kiss on your lips, your lips now two different shades of lipstick as you kissed him back.

"i wish you just gave her crayons instead of my lipstick, but seeing you like this..." you said as you rested your hand on his chest as he leaned his head against yours. "it makes me remember just how much you love her, so willing to let her do anything with and to you, like a good father does." you said as you pulled him in for another kiss. your daughter soon came back to do your makeup now, and you pulled away from him, giggling still at how exaggeratedly beautiful he was like this.

a/n: THIS SHIT MELTING MY HEART FRRRRR

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @k4tsu3 @luvstarrstruck @connors-cumslurper @maxoloqy

[materialgworlas]

The Fight- Spider verse cast x Reader

Taglist: @jordanasucks @bouncyboiwastaken @lynxtu @mowochii @anibabey @loaflotl @outwicked @senicrile @funhour @ethnicbratz @r6co @whimsykeii @dormousse @gardenof-venus @somber-starz @shakethebus @vvviridity @sleepingnova @ruesstreeth @ccyberkissez @illythesillybilly

[stnexus]

smile for me daddy!

18+, NSFW, Minors DNI

spider-man noir x slightly dom!reader

summary: peter lets you take the lead.

word count: 760+

edging, teasing, fem bodied reader, use of ‘daddy’, unprotected sex

peter parker always seemed on top of things. he is always on top of things. a level headed hero to his beloved universe — heroism seemed to seep from his pores. and that level of determination and leadership crossed over into his everyday life, leaving little room for rest and the ability to let go.

but with you, all thoughts of the outside washed away. his brain drifted into a land of bliss with each waking moment spent by your side. his only focus was being a gentleman at all times with you, something he had been taught to live up to his whole life.

which he always managed well. well except for in the bedroom. whether he was in the dominant or submissive position his words could become riddled with swears and absolute fucking filth.

Just like the situation at hand at this very moment.

“(Y/N), let me cum for fucks sake, you little fucking tease,”

see he had gotten himself into a comprising situation. letting you tie his arms to the bed, his legs moving randomly at times in order to touch you in some way, peter felt helpless. it had been hours spent like this — three hours to be exact, but it felt like a lifetime to him. your lips wrapped around his cock in the most enticing way.

“you know the rules,” you smiled sweetly, “i’ll let you cum when I feel like it.”

he looked like a beautiful mess. peter’s hair was a jostled, his circle framed glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose as sweat began to form. every time his moans veered off into whining you would pull away from him, a lewd pop sounding from your lips as you’d smirk. his orgasm being ripped away at every attempt. he wished he could wipe that smirk off your face, switch the roles for just a moment.

“(Y/N) i swear, when I get out of these ties- shiiit,” his threats were cut short by your lips wrapping around his cock once more. your hand stroking at whatever you couldn’t take. your free hand reached down to play at your aching clit through your underwear that clung to the wetness between your legs.

looking up at peter with watery eyes, you slightly groaned and rolled your eyes in feigned annoyance. he had began attempting to silence his whimpering by biting at his bottom lip, eyes never leaving your own almost in a way of silently pleading. but as the swollen mushroom head of his cock left your mouth for the nth time you swore you heard him let out a sob.

“come on daddy, you can take it,” you coo’d teasingly as you got on top of him. your legs on either side of his thighs. leaning your head down to place a kiss on his lips, you snaked your hand between the two of you and pulled your underwear aside.

Never breaking the kiss, you’re hand went down to grab at his cock. Simply stroking him for a few seconds — his tip grazing against your needy bundle of nerves a few times as you hovered over him. Until you lined him up with your entrance and began to lower yourself slowly.

his lips stuttered against your own as a series of whines fell from his mouth. no doubt from the sensitivity that comes with edging. his entrance was nothing to giggle about either, it seemed like your cunt dragged along every vein possible as he stretched you out and his tip nestled itself right against your most sensitive spot as you reached the hilt. even if you tried you wouldn’t have been able to hide the drawn out moan you let out as you pulled your lips away from his.

“fuuck, peter you feel so good,” it was your turn to let out an almost embarrassing whine as you left little to no time in between bouncing on his cock. but it sure didn’t seem embarrassing with the way he looked at you like you had just hung the moon and stars. the moans that left his lips were like a profoundly written love song.

“(Y/N)…baby I’m…” his words could barely leave his lips but you already understood. In his messy state you grabbed at his chin, your nails slightly digging into his skin as you tilted his head towards you.

the words that left your mouth soon after was like being freed from a curse.

“come on, show me that pretty smile when you cum for me daddy,” you coaxed as your cunt repeatedly took him in. in his fucked out stated he bared his teeth, glasses repositioning themselves on his face as they fogged slightly.

and just like that — you could feel his ropes of cum released into your warmth, peter’s eyes rolling as he let go. his face alone leading you into your own release. you swore you could see stars as you clung to him, your arms wrapped around him in a hug as he kissed anywhere he could reach. alternating between your neck and chest as you calmed down.