#spidernoir x y/n

[qaxqxd]

Colorful Confession

♡Pair: Spider-noir x spider!female!reader

Genre: barely any angst / fluff

Warning: Injuries, fluff

A/n: just enjoy (wrote on phone that's why it's a little weird)

Summary: You're taking a break from being spider-man. Noir decided to visit your dimension, and he seems to have something to confess.

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Being spider-man was your job, your first job. But you picked up a hobby. Painting was something you liked to do in your free time, but it was also somewhat of a job. You weren’t a famous painter, but you still made money from the paintings you’ve done.

You decide to take a break from being spider-man. Not from your dimension, but just the whole spider-multiverse madness. You just wanted the week off painting, watching movies, and etc.

It's not like you hated staying at Spider HQ, it was just sometimes unbearable. With your boss, Miguel O’hara being all pissy.

There is one spider-man who catches your eyes a lot. Spider-Noir. You’ve only been on one to two missions with him, or you would catch him around the hallways. His trench coat and fashionable fedora make him look amazing.

He was also pretty sweet too. Lovely person you could say. A total gentleman. And maybe you had a little crush on him? No it was pretty big, you couldn’t even breathe when he was around you.

You wanted to draw him at every chance you got, but never had time. Now you finally have the time to do it.

You walked into your small studio, placing your canvas down. You needed a sketch of him. You sat on your stool. Trying to recollect what he looked like.

Blank.

You couldn’t draw an image in your head. It's probably because you don’t see him often. You sigh in slight frustration, before an image of him appears in your thoughts. Your face turned slightly red, since it was somewhat unholy.

You sketch out a few references into your spare notebook. Before actually placing the design onto the canvas. You were going to paint it too, so it’d have some color instead of it being plain.

You put the image of him onto the canvas. Starting with a circle and working your way making a spider-man figure. You made sure to sketch his trench coat and his fedora.

By the time you're done it's midnight. You decide to paint him since the image of him was still fresh in your mind. Before you could place down your first stroke of paint. An orange portal opens up.

Spider-noir?

What is he doing here?

"Hello!" He spoke, his voice a little monotone.

"Noir? What are you doing here?" You spoke trying to hide your canvas.

"I— uhm well." His words were stuttering. Both of your watches lit up for an anomaly. "I'm here for an anomaly!" He quickly said.

"Oh, would you like help then?" You asked. You needed more references of Noir's fighting.

"Yes! I mean— absolutely that would be lovely." You couldn't see that he was smiling, but you could tell he was. You let out a chuckle. Which got him a little red.

"Let me get my suit, requick." You rush to your room to put on your suit and rushed out.

"Ready?" He had his hands in his trench coat. His goggles shining in the light. You gave him a nod and he slid your window open. You both hop out the window and swung to where the anomaly was at.

The anomaly sighting was at an art museum. It was a Vulture. A weird looking purple one. It didn't look like your dimension Vulture. It seems rageful. You looked at Noir.

As he gives you a nod and you both lunge at the Vulture. The Vulture shook Noir off and Noir landed somewhere through the wall. You jump off of the Vulture. Swinging your webs to Noir.

"Noir!" You shove the broken parts of the wall off of him. You were kneeling down to him. His suit seems scratched, but not too badly. Just minor scratches.

"Are you alright?" You helped him up.

"I'm fine." He dusted himself off. You got close to him to see a scar on his neck. You placed your hand on his neck. He leans into your touch. You touch around his scar and examine it.

Noir wincing at your touch but not pulling away. It wasn't a great scar.

"Cmon' let's finish this so I can patch you up." You spoke, clearly concerned about his wounds even if they were small. He nodded, holding onto your hand. You thought he wanted you to remove your hand, so you did just that.

You two got back to the Vulture and took care of him. Lunging at him again and pushing him down enough to web his wings. You called Lyla to take care of the situation, and you both headed back to your place.

"Sit" you pointed to the couch in your art studio, taking off your spider-mask. You went to grab your medkit. When you got back to the studio, Noir had his mask off and his glasses on. His fedora in his lap.

He looked.. so very handsome.

You could quite literally look at him all day. You shook the thought out of your head, blushing slightly. You watched Noir remove his trench coat.

You took the cotton balls out of the kit, you applied some liquid on the cotton balls. Before rubbing it onto Noir's scars. You could hear him hiss in pain, but he's trying his best to sit still.

It was time to clean the scar close to his neck.

"Hey Noir, mind if I get closer?" You asked slightly nervously.

"Ah, if you want to. I don't mind." He spoke. His lap was the closest you could get to his neck, so you scooted onto it. He shifted his legs slightly, moving his fedora.

"A— Are you uncomfortable?" You asked, wanting to know if it was okay.

"It's. Fine, don't worry about it, doll." He spoke with his hand on his mouth. He made room for you to sit on his lap. The nickname he gave you made you more red.

You could feel his hot breath on your forehead, as you tried to clean the scar on his neck. You could feel his breath hitch in pain. You would then wrap his wounds up with band-aids.

"Hey, (Y/n)?" He asked.

"Yes?" You looked around him.

"You draw pretty great."

"W-What?"

"I like that drawing. I looked really nice." He pointed to your canvas.

Oh right. You forgot to throw a blanket over that. He wasn't meant to see it, but he liked it. So… he probably didn't think you were creepy and weird for drawing him.

"You don't think it's weird?" You asked him.

"No, I think it's really lovely. You have great talent." He smiled.

He got your face to turn into a deep red. You were still in his lap. You could feel his heat radiant off. As you put everything back in the kit. Getting off his lap.

"Right, one more thing." You lean down to place a kiss on his head. "That's for being a great patient." You walked out the room, blushing like crazy. You couldn't believe you just did that.

You peek into the room to see Noir's reaction. He was also blushing. As you put up the medkit, you come back to the room.

Noir was still sitting there, flustered.

"You could stay a little longer if you like." You sit on your stool to continue painting, as you apply the first stroke of paint. Noir pulled up a stool right next to you.

"Could I— hold you?" He asked, you obviously said yes to it. And he held you by the waist. His head on your shoulder. You two were blushing like crazy. You couldn't even think about painting.

You applied yellow to the canvas next.

"Is that purple?" He asked, which earn him a giggle from you. You forgot he wasn't the best at colors.

"No, it's yellow." You smiled at the flustered man.

"I knew that, doll." He mumble.

"What about that one?"

"Blue?" He was correct. You gave him a peck on the cheek.

"Good job." You said. Before you could get another word out. Noir place his lips onto yours.

You both let go to catch air.

"I love you." He uttered.

"Me too."

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W.C 1.4k

[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.

[starandcloud]

The Stars Above

It wasn't supposed to happen like this. You weren't supposed to be involved. You were supposed to be at home, out of harm's way. You were supposed to be there when he got home

But...

Here you were. Bleeding out in his arms. Peter held you tight to him as he pushed your hair from your face. Your hair was matted with blood from the gash on your back. The bullet hole in your chest wasn't helping you much.

"Y/N... Y/N keep your eyes open from me Darling..."

Peter begged as he applied pressure to your chest wound. Your hands gently cupped his masked face, making him hesitate before pressing his hand harder to your chest. The dark color of your blood stained his suit as tears pricked in his eyes as he pressed the palm of his hand harder against the bleeding hole in your chest. Your thumbs gently rubbed his cheeks as you smiled softly.

"Peter..."

Your voice was weak, but still carried that loving and warm tone Peter loved so much.

"Take off the mask Darling... I want to see your face..."

The elastic spandex was pulled off and dropped somewhere. His hand cupped your face, wiping a few tears from your cheek. His hair tumbled down and framed his face, his glasses blurring his sight as tears hit his glass making a frail laugh come from you. Your palms lovingly held his face as your thumbs rubbed them.

"There you are... So handsome... I can't believe that you were mine, you've made me so happy Peter..." "Don't... Don't talk like that... You'll be okay... I-I just need to get you to a hospital..."

Another feeble laugh came from you as you gently pulled his glasses off his face, and wiping them on the only clean part of your shirt. Placing the shell frames back on his face, even on his death bed you were still caring for him.

"Peter..."

Your sleepy voice made him realize that... There was no save to you. He held you tight and ran his hand through your hair, softly talking to you. He could feel your life draining from you, it hurt a lot. Even when you started to go limp, he tried not to cry.

"I'm getting really tired Peter..."

His heart stopped and he looked down at you, your body was peacefully nestled in his arms. A sleepy smile on your, almost like you were in his room with the radio playing, and not bleeding out in his arms.

"Then sleep baby..." "Promise you'll be here when I wake up..?"

"I prom-mise..."

Peter's voice broke as he held you tighter.

"I love you..."

Those were the last words that left your lips before your body went slack against him. With teary eyes, Peter looked up at the stars you loved so much. Tears rolling down his face; Peter held you close and, with a sad smile, whispered.

"I love you too Darling..."

[expertkrispylady]

Summary: Y/n is having an emotional breakdown, and decided to call peter since she felt lonely. Peter was in the middle of his mission, but he couldn't just leave his girlfriend to cry alone- the feeling of guilt after would devour him. So he listened to her ranting about her problems, all the while beating up a criminal.

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The criminal grunted as he got punched in the gut yet again by spider noir (peter).spider noir was unmasked. spider noir couldn't let this criminal get away now, especially since he saw his face. y/n seemed to have heard the criminal's grunt through the phone.

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"peter who's that?"

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she said with a sniffle through the phone

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peter quickly shushed the criminal -by smashing his head against the wall-

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"Don't worry about it sweetheart .Keep talking im listening"

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he said with a smile while continuously smashing the criminals head, all while listening to y/n's problems. he heard every word she said. he still wanted to make y/n feel loved and appreciated even when he's beating up a criminal.

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ghhfjjeq i don't think there were mobile phones during the great depression but🦅 this is jus a lil fanfic and everythin is possible in fanfiction so its fine hehegeghehe. bit cringy but I'll improve besties so babay

[loveyou3000mylove]

Prompts, Tropes and Ideas series

thy should see

the reader/protagonist doesnt  relise they are falling in love with s/o\other character

Works best for fics where they have powers or something....

IDEA

Example:

1.Y/n subconsciously smiled when Damian pinned Beast boy, effortlessly winning the sparring battle. Rolling her eyes when Damian moved toward her in a 'cocky' scowl "'Didn't take you for a smiler Miss. L/n" Damian spoke, with a raised brow  ''I'm not, obviously? l was just thinking of how easily l could pin you.'' She replied with a smirk, a hint of challenge in her voice.

IDEA

2. Soulmate AU (where the soulbond is when ever the other touchs the other it leaves an imprint)

Prompt list

Angst⁂ 

Fluff⌂

 Hurt/Comfort⌁ 

(^^THESE ARE JUST SUGGESTIONS^^)

001: "I hate you so much, but I can't love anyone more." ⌁

002: "How could Cupid be so cruel."⁂

003: You love them, but they don't notice you.⌁

004: I got love to spend but I can't get the chance, I hope they don't mean what they say but I keep seeing them sticking around like they can't get enough so I stay.⌂

005: Reader has closed walls but can't help but blush and stutter at they're advances.⌂

006: "We are not the same, yet we aren't opposites either."⌁

007: "I guess am a bit lonely?"⌂

008: "The curse of the third date, relationships don't last long, so good luck."⌁

009: "I long for you, you complete me."⁂

010: "Pizza after? My treat." "Yea, would love too."⌂

011: "What would I do without your smartass"⌂

012: "Your fine, am fine, we're fine"⁂

013: "You don't deserve her/him, no one does."⌁

014: "Stop tormenting me, I can't get you out of my mind."⌁

015: "You're a distraction I can't ignore."⌁

016: "No one is ever taking you, away from me"⌁

017: "You should've left" "Why" "Everyone else did"

018: "I think I love them" "Took you awhile"

019: "Am not her! Okay, so stop acting like it, stop calling me the wrong name....just be with me, your (y/n)...me"

020: "I had a friend once" "Wht happened?"

021: "I was inlove with you....I am inlove with you"

022: "Can't remember the last time you looked at me like that...why do you do this to me"

Tropes

001: Enemy to Lovers

002: Strangers to Friends

003: Best friends to lovers

004: Couple to Enemies to Lovers

005: Online Friends to Lovers

006: Forbidden Love

007: Unrealistic crush to Lovers (limerence)

008: Boss x Newbie

009: Rival Bands

010: Pen Pals to lovers

011: Platonic Soulmates to Romantic Soulmates

012: Older x Younger (very large gap- 6+ years)

013: Amnesia sufferer x hopelessly in love

014: Side character x side character

015: MC x bestfriend side character

[retrospacejelly]

Hello! I would like to request SpiderNoir crushing on a Fem Reader throughout the Spiderverse Movies. For example maybe he started crushing on her in atsv and it parallels Miles and Gwen's Relationship in a way. Does that even make sense?

Hi there! I am so sorry for just posting this now, things have been kinda hectic. I hope I did your request justice!  I was having some writer's block with the plot, so hopefully, it’s okay!

Misunderstandings

Pairing: Spider-Noir x FemScientist!Reader

Summary: Y/N L/N is among the many non-spider people at Spider Society. Despite this, she’s somehow managed to befriend the mysterious Spider-Noir. However, convinced she’s stuck in the friend zone, a date with a certain cowboy may prove her wrong…

Not Proofread

Warnings:  Language (barely)

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Just another drab day at work. Clock in at five in the morning, try to get the first cup of coffee from the freshly brewed pot and be sat in her office by 8:15.

And as usual, she’s right on schedule. Booting up the monitor, Y/N sighs quietly, mentally preparing for the long day ahead. As she checks her emails, a dark figure creeps up in front of her. 

Without bothering to look she mutters, “I haven’t even drank my coffee yet. Don’t ask me for anything.”. The figure chuckles softly, amused at her words.

“Guess you don’t want this hot, better quality coffee from down the street then, huh?” he asks. Y/N’s head shoots up, an apologetic smile creeping onto her face. “Sorry, Peter. Had a long night.” 

The spider hums at her response, handing her the cup of coffee. “Heavy workload today Angel Face?” he asks, plaopping down in the chair on the otherside of her desk.

Y/N felt a blush spread across her face. She really shouldn’t have this sort of reaction. He always gave her names like that. “Not really, Miguel’s been too busy trying to track down that Miles kid. So just answering emails and filing paperwork. Sorry you couldn’t catch him the other day, by the way. But I do understand where the poor boy’s coming from.”. She says, rubbing the bridge of her nose.

Spider-Noir nods, his expression turning sour under his mask.

“Yea, it’s okay. Saw you and that cowboy talking yesterday. What did he want?” he asks trying to keep his tone monotone.

Y/N gave him a smirk, placing her head in her hands. “Why do you wanna know? Jealous?” she shoots back.

He lets out a scoff. “And why would I be jealous of you?” he snaps, his stomach dropping at his attitude.

She had to admit that his words stung. She mentally cringed, regretting poking fun at him. “It was,It was a joke, Peter. No need to get so offended.”. 

He’s in a stunned silence, trying to justify himself. Of course he’s jealous! Him and Y/N were close friends, and he wished more than anything that it could blossom into something more. And all of a sudden that pretentious Web-Slinger just waltzes in like he’s known her or years.

If it was any other spider he wouldn’t be as concerned, but Web-Slinger was known for his flirting amongst both scientists and spiders.

Her voice brings him back to reality.

“If you really want to know,” she starts, her tone quieter “He asked me if I was free this evening.” 

Spider-Noir sat tall. “He what?” he almost barks, his blood boiling.

“He offered to take me out to the new Italian place that opened up a couple blocks down. He says it’s a thank you for helping him clean the cuts he got while chasing Miles.” 

The dark spider’s shoulders tense. “Seems a bit fancy, doesn’t it Doll?” 

Now its her turn to scoff, rolling her eyes. “He’s paying, how could I pass up free food? And besides, you’re not jealous of someone like me.” 

He sighs, standing from the chair. “You’re right, I’m not jealous.” and with that, Spider-Noir walks out of her office, practically slamming the door.

Y/N was confused, frustrated, and angry. Clearly something upset him, but what? Was he that offended by her jesting? 

Shaking her head, she turns to her computer, staring blankly at the email filled screen in front of her.

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The day had dragged on longer than she would’ve liked. But with Peter giving her the cold shoulder all afternoon, time seemed to have slowed.

She sighs, packing up for the evening. She had about an hour before Web-Slinger, or Patrick O’Hara, would pick her up from her apartment.

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Maybe the food wasn’t worth possibly losing her best friend. 

Y/N mentally sighs as Patrick went on yet another tangent about his heroism. Her pasta now long forgotten, she makes glances towards the windows behind him, praying that Peter would show up.

A flash of grey and black.

What the…?

She blinks once, twice, before turning her attention back to Patrick. 

Eventually Patrick gets called to put a villain away in his universe, and Y/N couldn’t be more grateful.

Walking out of the restaurant, to go box in hand, the scientist makes her way to her apartment. So much for a ride home.

“I know you’re there, Spidey.” she says, not bothering to look behind her.

Spider-Noir makes an appearance beside her. “Guess I’m not as sneaky as I thought, huh, Angel Face?” he asks, trying to lighten the awkward atmosphere.

“What are you doing here, Peter?” Y/N mutters, not hiding her scowl.

The two continue to walk to her apartment. “I wanted to apologize, Y/N.” he admits, now stopping in front of her door.

“For what? You didn’t do anything wrong.” she responcds passive aggressively, looking through her purse for her keys.

“Will you just,” he stops her hands with one of his, “listen to me? Please?” he begs, his voice soft.

She looks up at him expectantly. 

He sighs, “I was jealous, okay? We’re best friends, and I want to be more, but seeing that hound dog Web-Slinger just…It got on my nerves. You could do so much better! I am sorry that I snapped at you, and I’m sorry that I even took it out on you in the first place. I care about you, Y/N. I really do.” he confesses, not taking a breath.

Her eyes widen in surprise, and her face heats up. “You, care about me?” she asks.

Peter nods, stepping closer. “I do, Doll. I fell hard for you the first day we met.” 

Y/N smiles softly, looking up at him. Without a second thought, she reaches up to lift the bottom of his mask, mindful of possible passerbys. She leans in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

He feels as though his heart had just exploded, quickly responding to the kiss. Peter bends her down dramatically, before pulling back up and releasing for air.

Panting softly, Y/N lets out a small cough. She holds up the to go box. “Wanna come in and share? It’s really good, and I kinda lost my appetite a bite in when Web-Slinger wouldn’t stop talking about his adventures.” she says, unabl to hide the smile the creeps onto her face.

Peter chuckles, nodding. “Why let good food go to waste?” he asks rhetorically, following her inside.

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The two sit cuddled up on the couch, a movie playing on the tv as they eat the leftovers.

“So does this mean we’re dating?” 

Y/N snorts and hits him playfully on the shoulder.

“Of course it does, Peter.”

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[soulflamesketches]

How about a Spider Noir fic with prompt #42? Him being unusually clingy, wanting cuddles and a bunch of kisses, of course the reader complies to his wishes, they have make out session, cuddle and end up falling asleep together.

Monochrome Teddy Bear (Spiderman Noir x Reader)

Author’s Notes: I think I made it a little angsty…. Apologies for taking so, so, so long to finish another request, there’s been a lot going on, I’ve complained and celebrated on this blog so I believe most of you know XD

Prompt: #42 ��Stop being so cute.”

You wiped your hands, finally finished with washing the dishes after your solo dinner.

Those weren’t uncommon for you, but they still weren’t fun. All they did was make you worry for your partner. It filled your head with questions, such as;

‘Where was he?��

‘Is he okay?’

‘Is he hurt?’

You did your best to stay calm because you understood why he was doing what he was doing, it never stopped you from worrying for him. It always scared you that one day he wouldn’t come home. That you’d lose him like you did your parents. Tossing the tea towel on the counter, you sighed, scolding yourself for overthinking again.

Resting your forehead against the cold counter of your kitchen, you started to take slow breaths in and out, as your mother taught you to do when you were younger. It always worked when you were younger. Your heart rate started to settle down when you felt a hand place itself on your waist, causing you to jump and yelp, ready to punch your intruder.

“Woah! Woah! Doll! It’s just me!” Peter caught your wrist easily, but he still chuckled nervously. “Peter…” You growled, using your other hand to punch him in the shoulder. Peter rubbed his shoulder with one hand while the other was held up in mock surrender “Mercy, mercy. I can’t take anymore.” Peter gave a lazy smile as he feigned his pain. “If you think you’re funny, you’ve got another thing coming, bud,” You growled again, shaking your fist at him jokingly.

Peter rolled his eyes while he wrapped his arms around your waist and held you close, nuzzling his face into your neck. You returned the embrace without question, soaking up the warmth that he offered. Now, normally a hug wouldn’t last long between you two, but Peter wasn’t loosening his grip in the slightest. Trust me, you were not complaining! It was just unusual for him.

As much as Peter tried to be otherwise; he was a product of your time. This cold world did affect him, how couldn’t it? You knew he desired the love of family and you, but he was scared you would be gone. Just like Uncle Ben.

“Are you okay, Peter?” you whispered in his ear while running your fingers through his hair. He nods into your shoulder, his hold on you tightening slightly “I just missed you, doll,” He spoke into your shoulder, then pressing his lips to your neck. His lips then trailed up the skin of your neck, to your jawline, your cheeks and then the edge of your lips. A soft giggle escaped your lips as he did this and you could feel him smile against your skin in response.

“Stop being so cute” He murmured, his grey eyes boring into your own. His little warning caused you to raise an eyebrow with your mischievous smirk. “Me? Cute? Pfft! I’m not doing anything of the sort!” You feigned ignorance whilst you tilted your head away from him, but the movement was halted by Peter grabbing your face, resuming eye contact.

The swirling emotions that his eyes contained silenced you. A gentle smile etched its way onto your face as you reached up to hold his face in your hands, Peter immediately seeming to melt in their hold, his eyes closing in the process. Leaning forward, your hands moved to run through his dark hair as you pressed your lips to his. He let out a small moan as he tightened his arms around you and hauled you up onto the kitchen counter.

Holding the back of your knees, he pulled you closer, pressing his chest to yours while you continued to play with his hair. He held you like you would disappear if he released you for even a second. Tilting his head to deepen the kiss, his hands migrated from your legs to your waist, gently caressing the skin showing from your shirt riding up, earning him a small moan from you, causing him to part his lips to lick your bottom lip.

‘Always the gentlemen’ You mused to yourself, silently marvelling at this man that you have the honour to call your partner. But you were a little minx, so your lips were sealed. But you didn’t you have the chance to laugh at your mischievousness before you felt a small pinch at your love handles as well as hearing the growl of Peter as he did so. His tongue dove into your mouth as your lips parted, immediately rushing to claim the cavern for his own, wrapping the wet muscle around yours.

Your gasp turned into a high pitched moan at the sudden attack. Did you dare to tease the Spiderman? The P.I. knew how to tackle a cheeky minx like you any day. You felt warm, but not an overwhelming heat that came with lust, but a comfortable and soothing warmth that his arms and his heart offered you. You could stay in his embrace for eternity.

Pulling your legs to lock around his waist, he gently picked you up while making sure not to break apart your lips as he trudged towards your shared bedroom. His spidey sense guiding his blind path perfectly along with the memorised map of your home.

Sitting down on the mattress, Peter finally pulled away from your lips, much to his dismay. Cupping his stubbled face, your noses bumped with one another as your foreheads met and you panted like you ran a marathon. Lifting your gaze to him, your lips were tugged upwards as you took in his tired, dishevelled appearance.

His hair brushed in every direction, his eyes half-lidded with bags underneath them and the stable covering his jaw. Peter’s eyes locked with you as he took notice of your staring “What?” He asked through his panting, but your smile only grew “Nothing, Peter. I’m just looking at the man I love, and the one who I worry about” You muttered with knitted brows.

Peter’s brows also furrowed, he sighed, glancing away as he tried to formulate how to respond/ He knew how much you worried and he already knew he couldn’t make promises of brighter future even if he wanted to. You didn’t deserve to live in a world like this, you belong somewhere where you didn’t have to glance over your shoulder to make sure you were safe.

Unable to find an appropriate response, he remained silent as he moved the two of you onto the bed with you leaning upon his chest while his hand threaded through your hair, removing small tangles and knots. “P…Peter?” You stuttered, looking up at him, concerned over his silence.

Again, he didn’t respond. He just pulled you closer, nuzzling his face into your hair. Grabbing your hand, he threaded your fingers together, his thumb caressing the back of your hand.

“I know I can’t promise you a better world, one without fear, doll. I hate that I can’t. You deserve so much better than this shit life. You deserve to have someone that is always safe, someone that will be there for you at your beck and call,” Peter mumbled into your hair, gently squeezing your hand.

“Peter. I don’t care what I deserve. I’m not a queen that needs everything she wants the moment she wants it. I’m just me, and I know what I want.” You stated, shifting your head to look up at him “And I want a man who loves me. The one that constantly proves how much he does despite the difficult situations that try to stop him. You know who I’m talking about, right?” Your eyebrows rose expectantly.

Peter blinked for a moment before smiling softly. Playing along, he said “No idea. Who?”

“You; Peter Parker.”

Angling your head back, you pinched the bridge of his glasses and removed them, placing on the far bedside table before returning to Peter, who was still staring at you, even as you locked your arms around his torso, settling into a comfortable position against his chest. “Get some sleep, Peter. You need it.” You advised him, softly murmuring into his chest. Your eyes closed as you listened to his heartbeat.

“Goodnight, (Y/n). I love you, so much” He whispered, closing his own eyes to join in peaceful slumber.

[girlie-just-writes]

A Successful Upside Down Kiss

Love Shines Again

Aww, Spider Noir. The cutest guy on the planet, except maybe that well . . . you never told him that. The three attempts to get his attention all left behind a disastrous tsunami of your babbling. And the one successful one led to a gentle upside down kiss along with a confession.

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"Noir?" You called, biting down on your lip. You were going to mess up for sure.

His oh so handsome voice replied, "Yeah?"

You let out a shaky breath and held out your hand that had a rose placed in it. "Please accept this rose."

Noir raised an eyebrow and took it before asking why.

"Uhm . . . just like that?" Oh gosh darn it! You were supposed to say "because I love you" !

"Oh." For a brief moment his shoulders sank and he looked downfallen, but he quickly retained his sturdy posture and nodded. " 'Kay, thanks, bye."

Your heart was ripped to shreds.

2

"H-hey Noir?" You stammered at the angry form of Spider Noir. Something happened while Peter B. Parker and he were talking. Definitely. "D-do you want a hug?"

"Why?"

"C-cause you look s-sad," you said, cringing at your stutters.

He shook his head and you sighed softly before turning to leave. Suddenly, a hand grabbed your wrist. You shrieked and turned around to find white lenses staring you down. You swallowed dryly when he tugged on your wrist, getting the signal.

"O-ok," you said and spread your arms to wrap around his broad shoulders. Of course, you didn't succeed but you were proud of your attempt anyway. Noir let out a content sigh when you squeezed softly, your legs over his. A red blush creeped up your face and you buried your face in Noir's neck, trying to hide it. Even though he couldn't see it anyway.

"Thanks," you heard Noir rasp out. "You're a good friend."

Friend, friend, friend. That word kept ringing in your ears, even when you left.

3

You sniffed your homemade lemonade. Smell? Check. Taste? Probably, but you didn't want to taste Spider Noir's lemonade. You walked proudly down the stairs and screamed when you accidentally slipped, spilling lemonade all over Noir - who was standing right down the stairs.

You landed on your butt - that didn't hurt so much, but when you saw Noir standing there, drenched in lemonade, your insides crushed. He stomped away without a word, not even an angry remark. And that kind of heart breaking is the worst.

You turned and rushed up the stairs to your room, collapsing on your bed sobbing when you arrived. Why were you such a fool? Always messing everything up!

4 (Success!)

The door creakingly opened behind your crying form, the figure freezing when he saw you. You turned around, sniffling before your eyes locked with white lenses. Spider Noir. In your room.

You shrieked and threw a pillow at him, hiding under your sheets. Noir walked towards you with a sigh and a heavy heart. He gently pulled the blanket down your body, revealing your tear streaked face. He kneeled next to the bed, not finding the courage to look at you.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," he began, "I am so so sorry for upsetting you, I'm sorry for not giving you proper attention, I'm sorry for being cold-hearted, and, I'm sorry-”

“Noir,” you breathed out, catching his attention. You placed one hand on his cheek and the other under his chin. Your heart was racing as you pulled his face up to your level.

A blush coated both of your cheeks as you gently embraced him, heart swelling with love. Noir hesitated a bit before letting his arms snake around your thin waist, goosebumps rising all over him. A shiver ran down his spine when you ran your hand up and down his back.

“It’s okay, Noir. I’m the one who should be sorry,” you apologized, “I was desperate to get you that I forgot to be myself.”

You felt his heartbeat speed up and his chest rise and fall with each breath.

“I’m sorry, and I’ll never be like that again.” You pulled back, a soft smile on your lips. Noir swore he almost died right then and there at your sweet smile, swung-to-one-side waist and messed up hair. 

“I love you.”

A jolt went straight through Noir’s body and his legs trembled, making him wobble a bit. You automatically reached out and straightened him, the smile faltering a bit.

“D-do you not like me b-back?” Your entire body tensed for rejection and you prepared your heart for the ache.

Spider Noir’s hands dragged down his face, pulling his mask off. You watched with shock as his surprisingly good-looking and handsome face was revealed. He managed a small smile. 

“My name is Peter Parker, aka Spider-Man Noir.” He grinned before lunging towards you, crashing his lips on yours, but just as quickly pulling back.

“I love you too.”

You breathed out a sigh/sob of relief and tears rolled down your eyes as finally, thank goodness finally, your love was confessed. Suddenly, you almost leaped forward, slamming Spider Noir against the wall. You gently crashed your mouth on his, causing Noir to be stunned into silence. Rather than pulling back however, you tugged at his bottom lip with your teeth, asking for entrance.

Noir immediately opened his mouth, allowing you to insert your tongue into his mouth. You could feel Noir’s heartbeat - and your own - beating like crazy. He gathered his courage and ran a hand down your body, stopping at your waist to pull you closer. He left his hand there and placed another one the nape of your neck, making your heart swell again.

You pulled back after a few moments, lungs burning for air.

“That . . . that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen you do, Y/N.” 

You grinned at his panting form as you said, “Thanks. Could you do me a favor?” Your eyes gleamed and Spider Noir just couldn’t say no.

“Anything for you.”

“Would you kiss me upside down?”

All the air was pulled from his lungs as he stared at her.

“I’m sorry, you don’t have to!” you frantically panicked.

“No, no, it’s just . . . what exactly made you think of this?”

You shyly fidgeted with your fingers. “Peter B. said it was a “different way of kissing your boyfriend”.”

Noir mentally thanked Peter B. and scolded him for giving you the idea. He gulped as he spun a web and jumped on it, hanging upside down, mask-less. Your mouth watered at the sight of him so nervous and at the same time so hot . . .

You walked forward as Noir’s Adam’s apple bobbed and his mouth became dry. Your legs wobbled as you leaned forward, lips centimeters apart. Both of you were anticipating the moment, but you didn’t want to be hasty and ruin your relationship already. Suddenly, surprisingly warm lips collided with yours as Noir craned his neck to kiss you. 

You stepped a bit forward as to not hurt his neck and you held his head gently throughout the entire kiss. Lips were opened and mouths were explored. You licked his entire mouth, coating it in your saliva. Spider Noir moaned and bit your lip, making you moan as well. Noir pulled back for air but clashed his lips on yours again as he couldn’t help himself. You ran your thumb up and down his cheek, causing him to lean into your touch.

You smiled a bit before kissing him gently. Some of their kisses were hot and heated, while others were gentle and romantic. Anyhow, they were all amazing, and when they both finished, and even when Noir came down from his web, they still had each other’s taste in each other’s mouth.

You were on the verge of crying with happiness. And so was Spider Noir.

“Do you seriously love me back?” you decided to ask.

“Yes, I love you with my whole heart, Y/N,” Noir replied genuinely. “Come here, sweet doll. My girlfriend.”

You sobbed and fell into the safe and strong arms of your new boyfriend, Spider Noir.

“I love you so much, Peter.”

“And I love you too, sweetie.”

[meximorrita]

Hi, I was wondering I could request Noir from Spider Verse with the song “Box of Secrets” by Zarif for the songfic requests?

Hi, anon! Of course you can! I am so sorry this took an eternity. But I really had troubles finishing it due I was out of inspiration, but oh boy, I AM BACK!

This is my first time writing for a Marvel character so I am sorry if this is not the best. Also this was translated from Spanish since that's my first language so I am sorry for any grammar errors you may find, but I pray you enjoy it.

Spanish version here (X)

Also anon, I wrote this with a gender neutral reader, I hope you don't mind.

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BOX OF SECRETS Spidernoir x GN!Reader

You were having a peaceful time chilling with the Spider family at May's living room. You could swear you almost forgot the pressure of being a superhero, you haven't felt like an ordinary person in a long time. Yeah, you were distracted by the conversation but mostly because you were too busy glimpsing at Noir. You had to admit it, the mysterious, serious and gentlemanly Spiderman got your eye from the first moment you saw him. Meanwhile Noir was paying attention to Porker who was trying to explain some jokes to him, it wasn't working as you could see. Peter only seemed highly confused and kept asking any sort of questions.

"...Tell us why, Y/N" Peter B's voice called you out. Shit! What had he said? He was staring at you as well as the others. You prayed that they didn't realize you were eyeing Noir."I-I am sorry, what was that?" You asked. Peter rolled his eyes "Pay attention. I am not that old for you guys to ignore...Am I?" You moved your hand in a "So so" gesture. He pouted. Gwen brought back the initial question "We were wondering, why is it that you never take your mask off? I mean, it has total sense in your Universe but here it has no use."

Right, the mask, you hadn't given it a thought yet. Peter B. And Gwen didn't wear them most of the time, even now they weren't wearing them. "Uhm" you mumble looking for an explanation "well I think is a bad habit" You laughed nervous "Since I'm always wearing it, I only get rid of it when I'm taking a shower or about to go to bed" you shrugged trying to lessen importance to it "But I don't know why am I the only one being questioned here. These two" You pointed at Noir and Porker "Never take them off as well"

They joined the conversation. "Literally I am a pig." He said kinda bugged." I don't know what were you expecting" "What about you, Peter?" Penny's sweet voice asked "A hero's identity is a precious secret. This mask is the one thing standing between those rotten eggs out there and my home." Everybody went quiet after his answer "Peter, you aren't in your Universe you know?" Miles pointed out "Here nobody has idea of who you are. Plus, we already know you're Peter Parker" Noir was muted for some time and finally said "That's quite right but, still, It isn't going off." "As you want" Peter B. responded.

A little bit of chatting later, bedtime had arrived. Miles had school the next day and, frankly the rest of the team needed to rest. That's how Peter and you were left alone. "Woah Peter, you really like being mysterious, uh?" You tried to start a conversation "I'm guessing being a private eye had something to do with that". "Fella" his low voice answered you as he accommodated his hat in the right place "After all I've seen, it's a miracle I'm not inside a wooden kimono. I like to believe luck's always been on my side. " You nodded slowly. You couldn't help but feel sorrowful for his unfortunated life. You just couldn't sit there arms crossed, you felt the urge to do something about it, maybe that intriguing man needed a friend. Even if you felt like it was a stupid idea you had to try it.

Open up your box of secrets

Take one out for me

"Hey Peter!" Your voice went up as an idea crossed your mind "I don't feel like sleeping and I think there's a place near by where we can get an egg cream, wanna go?" You couldn't believe what you had said but it was the best you could come up with. Your heart was beating fast, why? You were hanging out merely as friends, nothing else. But if that was so, why did you expected him to accept so badly? Noir gave you a susprised look "Well, that sounds like a good idea." You sighed in relief. "Awesome!" You walked towards that place wearing your spider suits but people just took a quick look at you thinking you were nothing more than spiderman fans.

The place was nothing out of the usual and you could count at most 5 people there. You ordered the egg creams and something to eat. At first, it was kinda uncomfortable due Peter's serious nature and also because you still felt uneasy to be having dinner with the man that had caught your attention. The conversation slowly went better; Peter talked to you about how was like to grow in the middle of the great depression while you chanted about your family and your hometown. Of course, you were the one doing the most part of the conversation but he didn't seem to mind, actually, you could tell he was gladly listening to you by the amount of questions he came up with. "Yeet?" "It's just a meme" "A meme?!"

I'll show the number on my ticket

And take one home with me

Oh the night just got better and better. Eventually the conversation took you to the top of a building. It was a quiet night for New York, the lights of the city danced right under your feet and a small breeze got to you along with the night bustle. Now you were so happy, having Peter next to you, being so honest and open with you made nothing but make you smile tenderly at him. Sooner or later the conversation stopped, leaving you contemplating the view in front of you. "Peter" your sweet tone interrupted the silence "Why did you tell me all of that?" You questioned. Noir kept his gaze to the horizon not giving you an answer. He waited a few seconds meditating his answer. You were right, he barely even knew you but he poured his heart out without hesitating. "Being honest, I have no idea. You are so kind and true. I guess I trusted you enough to tell you. Of course, I omitted the most disturbing parts." That was so sweet coming from him but his tone on the last sentence made your heart sank. Behind his words you could perceive so much pain and rage, you wanted to cry. "Peter, you are a box full of Secrets. Thanks for sharing it with me." You put your hand on his and looked him right into his eyes offering him a soft, comforting smile "If I had to guess, I would say that all it needs to get information from you is an egg cream" you tried to lighten the mood and shook your head playfully.

"Well Peter, I can assure you that I feel the same way about you, like if I could tell you anything" Peter froze flustered at your unexpected words. That was so weird, so unusual comming from him. "You know what?!" You continued "Since we've got so personal. Here goes one of my secrets" you pulled your hand away from his and took it up to your face. Will you ever learn to not have such dumb ideas? Maybe one day but now you were sure to show Peter a part of the real you by removing your mask. You smirked subtlety "This" you pointed at your bare face "is my face". You obtained no response from the suited man.

Noir was astonished at your revelation. You were far more attractive than he had imagined. The first thing he focused in were your bright eyes than seemed so captivating that night. Later he took notice of your tempting lips curled in a precious smile. "Holy..." you could barely hear it "I know, fighting the crime makes you look 10 years older" you laughed nervous "What do you think?" You finally questioned. "I think" Noir interrupted his response so that he wouldn't stumble over his words. "I think you are a total knockout" he said softly. You felt flustered and he noticed it "Well, thank..." "But in that case you should know my identity as well" he added before taking off his mask without hesitating. Your heart slipped a beat when you finally saw his eyes, they showed so much affliction yet so much spark and determination. You noticed his dark hair messed up because of the mask. You studied the various scars decorating face, they led you to his striking lips that you've ached to kiss since you met him. You were speechless before this man. "I know it looks bad but, c'mon it isn't that bad" His words bewildered you "What?! Did you just make a joke, Peter Parker?! You?! You know? After your face this is the second revelation of the night. I've seen everything now" Peter let out a cute laugh that you adored "I may know one or two things about joking. Porker isn't an awful teacher." He explained "Now, It's my turn to ask, what do you think?" "I think I wouldn't mind to kiss that face of yours" You said almost instinctively. You didn't move an inch but Peter only got closer and closer until your lips melt in a cherished kiss. What a way to end the night. "Peter now more than ever, you're a box of secrets" you said before meeting your lips again.

Show me show me what you got

Take it take it soak it up

Open up your box of secrets

Take one out for me

[qaxqxd]

Kinktober 6

♡: Spider-noir x Spider!f!reader

Genre: smut

Warning: Bondage kink, what usually is in smut, oral, has some plot, 90's slang, unprotected sex (wrap it before tapping it irl 🙏) some praising

Word count: 1.3k

A/n: it's been so long since I wrote abt this man 😫 (late post)

Summary: Noir has been stressed, you lend a hand (or a mouth) to help him relieve the stress.

The spider-verse or the Arachno- Whatever it was called. You liked the name spider-verse better.

Anyways

You've been spider-women for about a year now. You were invited to the Spider Society, by Miguel O'Hara.

6 feet tall grumpy rainstorm. He was the guy who ran the thing, surprisingly.

Forget him, you were sent on missions with other spider-people.

I mean talk about how many spider-man and women there were.

There was one spider-man you got along with the most. You two clicked on the first meet. 

And maybe you develop a tiny crush on him, on the way.

But who wouldn't?!

He was outgoing, cute, funny, and such a gentleman. Basically irresistible.

Spider-noir. A spider-man from the 30's. With his fancy hat and coat. Not to mention the silly goggles he uses.

You two just finished a mission, swiftly capturing the anomaly.

Noir wanted you to swing by the bar with him. (Literally) He loved spending his time with you. 

So imagine how happy he was when you agreed to join him. He opened the door for you and you walked into the bar.

He ordered himself an egg cream. While you order yourself carbonated beverages. You both sat in the corner to draw less attention to yourselves.

As your drinks were handed you took a sip of yours. You looked at Noir, he's pulled up half of his mask.

You could see his lips. His kissable lips.** You smiled slightly.

"So, how's your week?" You asked him, trying to conjure small talk.

"It's gotten better." He smiled. 

"Rough week, hm?" You questioned. "Yeah, you could say that." He hummed. He placed down his drink.

"Wanna talk about it?" You tilted your head.

"I don't want to bore you to death, doll." He muttered.

"It's fine, I won't mind."  You softly smiled at him.

"Well, it's been sort of stressful. With the missions and everything. " He sighed.

"Miguel hasn't given you a day off?" You frowned. His head shook. You tried to process what he just told you.

"Well, I could help you…" You hid your face with your drink.

"With the sick day?" He responded. "No with the stress, of course." You grin. He flinch upon hearing you say that, choking on his drink.

"H-How so?" He stuttered, obviously turning red by the second. He was thinking of something, something messy.

You chuckled slightly at his flustered state. He knew what you were thinking about.

"Only if you're up to it." You smiled. He pulled his mask down and got up. He was too flustered to even think.

He went over to pay the bartender, and went back over to you. He picked you up bride style.

You two headed out.

He swung back to his apartment. Placing you down on the balcony.

"You‐ okay?" He asked, checking to see if he didn't harm you in any way. "I'm good, you know I could have swung with you."

"Right! Goodness, It must have scrambled from my mind." He blushed under his mask, embarrassed.

He was so focused on being close to you, he completely forgot you were also a spider-man. He felt like he was everywhere, when he was close to you.

"Sit," You stated.

You pointed over to his couch. He complied and sat down. You sat below him, on your knees.

You slid off his pants. His length flung out, as it was already hard. He covers his face with a hand.

Nervous, his grit throbbed. You pulled off your mask, showed your face.

Noir had seen your face before, he was just always in awe seeing your beautiful face.

Goodness gracious, you were so perfect. He couldn't help thinking.

You held his cock in your hands. You kissed his tip, the pre-cum all over your lips.

You devour his cock into your mouth, balls deep. It touched deep in your throat. You gag on his cock.

Noir felt the vibration of your gaging, small whimpers left him.

You went down on him, which got Noir to make a lot more sounds. His hips buckled, his hand gripping the couch.

You looked at him, big pleady eyes, enjoying his noises. He can't bear to lay a finger on you. You were too pretty for his own pleasure.

You bobbed your head up and down at a pace he was satisfied at. His groans and whimpering were leaking.

Your cunt felt like it was throbbing, on how much he was making you aroused.

You knew he was close by his breathing, one final deep throating, and you felt all his warmth slick in your throat.

You swallow all of it. Every last drop of it. Noir got red noticing upon this.

You got up and sat beside him. He pushed you onto your back.

He was now on top of you. He now had his mask off. He raises both of your arms up, webbing them together.

He kissed your neck. "I want you to feel good now, Doll." He mumbled in your ear. You couldn't help but blushed at his words.

"May I?" He tugged at your suit. You nodded and allowed him to undress you. He gently took off your suit.

Noir was nervous, wanting to please and pleasure you. He wanted to do a good job of it.

He loved you so much.

He saw your underwear, and it made his cock get tighter. He saw the wetness seeping through your panties.

He pulled it off you, revealing your puffed cunt. He lined his cock with your entrance. The head of his tip enters you.

You let out a moan, as he started to stretch you. You tighten around him. He grunted, at your squeezing.

"Goodness gracious, you are so tight…" He praised you.

He laid out small kisses on you. You felt yourself go breathless from his kissing. You were also nervous too.

He got his full length to fit inside you, so perfectly, like you were made for him. He huffed and started moving in and out.

His pace was sloppy, but good enough for you to build up your orgasm.

You moan every time he deepens his thrust. He was quite good for being inexperienced, you thought.

Was he though?

No clue.

He continues his pace, making you feel amazing. You whine, longing to grab something,

Your arms were webbed, making it a lot harder to resist orgasming.

You moaned, when you reached your climax. A cum ring around Noir's cock. You didn't want to stop here and neither did Noir.

So he continues to fuck you a lot quicker, but still at a gentle touch.

"Ah mn- ha, shit-" You moaned at every thrust. Your thighs were shaking at the tense feeling.

"N-noir, ah" More wet noises filled the room. You felt so helpless without your hands and arms.

I mean you could've probably broken out of those webs by now, but…

What's the fun in that?

"Al' most there, sweetheart." He kissed your stomach.

Noir's been holding your legs up for a steady thrust. You could feel him getting close because the pace quickened.

You rubbed your clit trying to increase the pleasure. As you came, Noir pulled out his seed spilling all over your stomach.

He hid his face in embarrassment. He broke you out of your bondage.

You got up quickly to kiss his lips, just what you wanted to do earlier.

Your hands wrapped around his neck, lifting the mask off his face. He took glasses out of his pocket to wear.

You giggled, "Still pretty cute with glasses, hm?" 

"You too, you're pretty delightful too." He confessed.

You both bathe in each other's warmth the rest of the night.

[soulflamesketches]

Imagine being the night guard at the New York Museum of Natural History that takes care of everyone when they come to life at night. This is the first night for the new exhibit: The First Hero of New York, The Spiderman Noir. You're the first person he sees and the one to get used to this new life. As the night progresses, Noir - or Peter, he introduced himself as - feels attached to you, he doesn't want day to come.

(I was Night at the Museum 2, alright. Don't judge me)

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[soulflamesketches]

Imagine collecting figurines of your beloved characters for years, but your favourite is your Spiderman Noir and always has been since you got him. He sits on your desk with seemingly the best view of whatever you’re doing. You have a bad habit of falling asleep at your desk for various reasons. What you don’t know is that Noir is always listening to you, especially your woes. When you’re asleep at your desk, he climbs down from his base to sit with you and stroke your hair, just wishing you could truly comfort you.

(My class was watching Toy Story 3 and the idea just popped into my head XD)

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[yandereaffections]

Such a blushy flustered boy, Awww he cant believe you would put that much effort into something for him

Of course he knew, stalking you constantly has its benefits, patient with waiting for you to finally be comfortable enough to give your love filled creations to him, of course it doesn’t last long and he will just take whatever you made for him when your not home

Peter loves it, even if it is burnt or a extremely cliché letter he loves the amount of thought you put into it, no one else has ever done this for peter he love it

Damn he can’t wait until you finally give him one of your homemade goodies in person, being able to finally show you how much he appreciates it, the pure affection that he had to constantly hold himself from smothering you in

Will honestly attempt to make you little things in return, little snacks for lunch or breakfast along with those little threat bracelets

He works hard on those bracelets please wear them

Every little love letter you make him are saved and read during difficult and.. ‘hard’ times when you aren’t around to satisfy him

He’s so glad you do these little things for him cause it shows that you love him more than he originally expected

[yandereaffections]

Possessive, obsessive and protective

The majority of all Spider-Man’s have the same yandere traits

He’d most likely would’ve met you by saving you

Latching to your side afterwards, a mysterious attraction keeping him bound to you

Stalking protecting you on a daily basis, learning all these little facts about you such as where you live, what your family’s like and what you like to do

Thought it was awkward actually talking to him, eyes latched onto your form even when the conversation ended, uncomfortable and stuttery when you asked him a question which was the majority of the time

If you can break through peters reserved, mysterious awkward behavior your sure to find the sweetest person on earth

This man supports you no matter what and has more than once taken extra steps to make sure your on the path of success that you want

Reassures you about every little aspect that you find troubling, no matter what it is peter isn’t going to judge you on it, he’s going to comfort you

Touchy, which will be rather obvious once you start hang around eachother more

Peter finds ways to be around you at all times, mostly due to stalking but you don’t know that. Each and every time he comes up to you there’s some form of touch, patting your shoulder, back, sometimes even the top of your head. Of course once you dating it get more romantic, affectionate,

His touches will turn from a few second touches to constantly being on you. Hands gripping your waist keeping you close, sometimes fingers laced around your own, and every greeting will be with a kiss. Sometimes he’ll leave you for a few seconds just to have a excuse to kiss you

Fighting nazis isn’t always safe and he gets that, there’s way more risk regarding your safety than he’d like so that’s where his protective trait is

10/10 most likely the reason you will ever fight with peter, he’s way to protective. You must always be within a few feet radius from him along with always telling him where your going, what your doing, and who’ll be there. Takes away a bit of your freedom just by being this protective

His behavior will only decrease in intensity with time but never completely go away, so at best his protection will only include of you making him aware of where your going before you do, just so he has a idea of where you’ll be

[yandereaffections]

He gets more aggressive than anything else when jealous

Not towards you but the filth that threatens your relationship, whether you’re already in a relationship with them or not

Watching as you generally enjoy the mans presence, laughing at his comments and smiling at him like sunshine

To Noir nazis are pretty bad, but people like him, people who touch things that obviously aren’t theirs, filth that even dares to come between you and him are way worse than nazis

But no, he won’t lay a finger on the man or you.

Noir will spend more time with you, being more demanding for you to stay with him for protection. After all it is a dangerous world, you can’t have some weakling protecting you, no you need him.

Shows you that he’s worth way more than whoever you’re with while also slowly cracking apart their reputation

A man from the shadows can do many things and never will the be linked back to him. Hiding in the depths of the room you share to plant false evidence that your beloved filth is a cheater, a lier, a user.

There’s so many possibilities towards what Noir can possibly frame your boyfriend for

Even if it breaks your heart, Noir will take care of you just let go and lean into him, he promises to take care of you, to protect you and love each and every inch more than that filth ever could. Noir will stitch your heart back together as his own