#spidernoir x you

[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

[miguelswifey04]

Hey Lin!! Could you do a Noir x Fem reader where Peter gets really jealous of some other guy whos hitting on the reader at some bar, and she takes full advantage of this (Knowing how Peter gets ;p) by entertaining the other guy's flirtiness? Peter gets upset and flips out on the guy and brings you home (smut??? LOL)

Thanks for letting me request!! Love your stuff! :)

LOVE THIS CLICHE TROPE SM <33

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noir stood by your side at the bar being protective of you as you both enjoy the lively atmosphere of the bar. it’s dimly lit and everyone’s having a good time conversing with one another. peter is next to you but he isn’t displaying any type of affection that would tell others you’re taken. he doesn’t have to because he knows you’re his and he enjoys the playful banter between you and the bartender but it’s all just for fun. his eyes crinkle with amusement finding it pretty fun. he isn’t one to get really possessive or aggressive when men hit on you because you never give them that type of attention. he’s busy sipping on his egg cream and playing with his lighter when he notices a man who took the opportunity to strike up a daring conversation with you.

the man tried to impressing you with sweet words and charming gestures. for some reason, it kind of got under noir’s skin. he can’t understand why he reacted that way but he did. maybe it was the way your face lit up and you smiled prettily at that man. you, however, had another motive in mind. you wanted to see if you could awaken spider-noir’s hidden possessiveness which was buried deep and locked away—somewhere in his heart. you were curious to see how he reacts because he usually never would get mad at you or blame you for another man’s motives. knowing full well that spider-noir had a short fuse, you toyed with the other man's advances, playing along with a twinkle in your eye. your coy smile and flirtatious banter were meant to stoke the embers of jealousy within spider-noir, to elicit the reaction you yearned to see.

as the man's hand brushed yours and his words grew bolder, spider-noir’s expression darkened, his jaw clenching in a mix of irritation and protective possessiveness. he had always been one to wear his heart on his sleeve, and this situation was no exception.

tolerating no further restraint, spider-noir stepped between you and the other man, his eyes locked on you with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. gone was the playful banter. in its place, a possessive hunger burned within his gaze.

“step away from them now," he growled lowly, his voice laced with a potent combination of warning and desire. the atmosphere around you shifted, tension thick in the air, as spider-noir’s protective instincts took hold.

fearless, you leaned closer to spider-noir, your lips grazing his ear as you whispered, "awww, what’s wrong baby? are you jealous, my love? does it rile you up to see me tease another man? you know i’m all yours, but sometimes it's fun to make you a little possessive."

his nostrils flared, his grip on your waist tightening possessively. “you wanna play this game? fine by me darling. we’re leaving.”admission had struck a nerve, the allure of playing with fire irresistible to both of you. in that moment, you could see a fire burning in his dark eyes, a hunger that needed to be satiated. you were excited if you were being honest. you’d finally made him jealous and you couldn’t lie to yourself—the way he reacted kind of turned you on.

without uttering another word, spider-noir clasped your hand firmly, a silent invitation for you to leave the bar. the world outside had lost its appeal, the chemistry between you and spider-noir demanding to be indulged. he took you to the car opening it for you and letting you inside without a word. at least he was being a gentleman while being pretty jealous. the whole car ride was silent and you tried to speak to him but no matter what he only gave you short one-word responses; his gaze never left the road.

the anger and jealousy fueled your passion, igniting a connection that burned hotter than ever. he unleashed his longing and possessiveness upon you as soon as you both made it back home. Spider-Noir's dark eyes bore into yours, his gaze intense as he climbed atop you with a commanding presence. the air was thick with a mix of tension, desire, and a tinge of reproach.

as he hovered above you, his voice laced with authority, he spoke with a profound seriousness, his words piercing your heart while igniting a familiar flame of arousal within you.

“you dare to tease and taunt me, my love," he murmured, his voice deep and velvety, "testing the limits of my possessiveness. remember this: you are mine, body and soul. no other man should dare to touch what is rightfully mine."

“oh am i? then, prove to me i’m yours.” you smirked while you felt his warm breathe trickle onto your face. his hands gripped your wrists, pinning them above your head, asserting his dominance as his gaze drank in your vulnerable state. spider-noir’s touch was commanding yet laced with a raw tenderness, a reminder of his undying love mixed with the lesson he intended to impart.

“you need to be reminded of your place, my darling," he continued, his lips grazing your ear, his breath sending shivers cascading down your spine. "i am the one who claims you, protects you, and lavishes you with pleasure. no one else can fulfill those desires quite like i can."

with a possessive growl, spider-noir’s lips sought out yours, capturing them in a searing kiss filled with equal parts desire and discipline. the kiss was both punishing and passionate, leaving you breathless and yearning for more.

his hands, firm and demanding, roamed your body, mapping every curve and dip, claiming territory with his touch. you squirmed beneath him, the mixture of submission and arousal driving you wild as you absorbed the lesson he was so fervently teaching.

delving into the depths of pleasure and pain, spider-noir left his mark upon your body, nipping and grazing over sensitive skin, marking you as his own. with each act of possession, his words of instruction mingled with your desire, etching themselves into the depths of your being. he ripped your clothes off of you as he pushed your head down onto the pillow while your ass was up. he ripped off your undergarments as he took you from behind. you felt him enter you with one swift motion, you welcoming in your wet entrance. you swallowed his cock so needfully and clenched every time you felt him stretch out your whole just right. he was aggressive but lovely at the same time. you hips snapped against his as he buried his fingers deep into your skin of your hips—that was definitely going to leave bruises in the morning. your cries, begs, and moans fueled his desire to make you a whimpering mess. he had a tight grip on your hair while a string of saliva cascaded down your flushed lips down to your chin. you were completely being destroyed yet you loved every second of it.

“no other man can make you feel this good, could they?” you couldn’t even respond as he gripped the back of your neck, pushing your head back down onto the pillow. he was going at full force and his thrusts were relentless. this was your punishment for entertaining that man at the bar. he could feel you close and he picked up his pace. this happened a couple times, and he wasn’t going to let you cum once but multiple times. he knew whenever he made you cum multiple times you’d be beyond overstimulated. “i know, too sensitive huh? you can take it.” you nodded and cried out for the love of god. you were too overwhelmed by the sensations that your body trembled. you lips quivered and you shut your eyes tightly as you felt your third orgasm coming in.

as the lesson reached its climax, spider-noir released his hold and gazed into your eyes, his expression softened with a mixture of reverence and affection. he had claimed you, reaffirming the depths of his love and the boundaries of his possessiveness.

in the aftermath, as your bodies heaved with shared pleasure, spider-noir held you close, the intensity of his embrace a reminder of the love that drove his actions. his voice, now gentle and tender, filled the room.

“remember, my love," he whispered, his voice a velvet caress against your ear, "you belong to me, body and soul. i am yours, just as you are mine. let this lesson we've learned bind us closer, strengthening the passionate connection that burns between us."

and in his arms, his touch a delicate mix of possessiveness and affection, you found solace and comfort, reassured that your love for each other was a force that could withstand any test, ensuring your journey continued with an unyielding hunger for each other's desires.

tags 🏷️: @kairiscorner @alliwriteistrash @refridgerators

[butevrythinggoesaway]

People on ao3 AND tumblr stop tagging Noir when he has nothing to do with your work/post challenge

[dizscreams]

you ask you receive

treating spidernoir's wounds and him talking about how it doesn't hurt, you don't believe him, so you ask him what does hurt

he says "seeing your face when you see I'm injured."

ASTER I LITERALLY LOVE YOU SM.

PAIRING: Spidernoir x GN!Reader

You looked at the familiar figure outside your window with a sigh. It was nonother than Peter Parker, who just so happened to be your boyfriend and spiderman. It wasn't uncommon for him to show up at ungodly hours of the night, nor was it uncommon for him to show up seriously injured. You swiftly opened the window causing him to crawl through with a grunt and land on his feet. "Evening, darling. My, you look as good as ever."

He always tried smooth talking you when he had a particularly deep wound. "Come on, let's go to the bathroom," you told him tiredly. He followed you to the bathroom like a lost puppy. Once he entered the room he wasted no time in ripping off his mask and jumping on the sink counter.

He watched you as you quickly got all the supplies you needed, like it was routine. And it definitely was. Peter never meant it to become a routine. He hated doing this to you, but he didn't always have much of a choice. "Where's the wound?" You asked without looking at him as you entered the bathroom again. You set the supplies down next to him as he replied, "On my left side. It's not too bad."

You looked him up and down with a frown, "Take the suit off, please." He nodded and did what he was told, leaving him shirtless in front of you. You looked at the blood that was around the area with a look Peter couldn't quite read. He swears he thought you were about to cry. You got to work on patching him up as he watched you curiously. You were always so good at taking care of him, you were always so precise and delicate.

"Does it hurt?"

Your voice was soft and quiet but it still managed to startle Peter, as he had gotten used to the slightly uncomfortable silence that had taken over the night. He looked at you for a long moment before shaking his head, "No. It doesn't." You made eye contact with him for probably the first time tonight and looked at him slightly unamused. "Not even a little?" You sounded skeptical, like you thought he was lying.

"Not at all. Suppose I'm used to it by now," he replied smoothly which earned a scoff from you. "Each wound you have is shockingly worse than the last one and it never seems to hurt you. I'm starting to wonder if anything hurts you." He hummed as you continued to clean his side gently. "There is one thing," He stated calmly.

You raised your eyebrows, intrigued by his sudden confession, "Then what's that?" There was another moment of long silence before he replied. He put his head against the wall and slowly moved his hand to your wrist, the one wrist that was on his thigh.

"Seeing your face when you see me injured."

He gently grabbed your wrist and put it to his lips, giving it a chaste kiss before returning it back to his thigh. You looked at him mesmerized, as this was something he had never told you before. He looked back at you with the same lovesick look you had before you somewhat roughly pulled him in for a hug, "I love you, Peter. I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you."

[gatorbites-imagines]

SPIDER NOIR⁉️⁉️⁉️

So I've read that spider noir has a organic web, which means there is a hole on their wrist that shoots webs.(wristussy)

So please, if you could.

I want reader (male/gn) to find out about the organic web

Maybe they were in the couch, holding hands, and reader rubs the lil hole,teasing it while noir is just squirming and saying to reader to stop (but they didn't, infact they did it harder) and then the web shoots out (i like to think its pretty sensitive), and noir is just being a flustered mess while reader is AMAZED lol.

-🥚

Peter Benjamin Parker/Spidernoir x Male reader

Headcanons

Artfight is pretty much over, so now I actually have time to write lmao

You and Noir had been dating for a while before you learned about the spinnerettes, especially if you don’t know that Noir was spiderman in the first place, then you’d have to figure that out first.

Because it’s the 30s you two aren’t able to be as open and affectionate as you may want, which most likely spills into your home life as well.

Most people just believe you are two poor guys who share an apartment, which wasn’t too unusual. Mix that with Peter being Jewish and antisemitism always being a thing, Peter needing a roommate would be even more plausible.

But because of the world you two live in, it’s difficult even being affectionate to one another when you are alone, because there’s always the fear of being caught and hurt because of it.

Maybe at some point in your relationship you two are able to move into an apartment building owned by another member of the lgbt community, where others like yourself and Peter live, allowing some of the paranoia and anxiety to leave you two.

It just means Peter has to be extra careful as spiderman, so that he wont lead the authorities to the building or somehow have the image of your community worsened by being associated with spiderman.

But living somewhere safe means you two dare being closer than before, especially if you live in an apartment where no one can see through your windows, except for maybe Peter who can climb up there.

It would lead to you two being able to be more affectionate, kissing more, holding each other, and cuddling on the couch as you watch your clunky tv play whatever was on back then, or listen to your radio playing music.

It might even cause you two to get a little bold, holding hands inside Peters pocket in public, or hooking your pinkies when no one is looking. It wouldn’t surprise me if Peter pulled you into dark alleyways or around corners to steal some kisses either.

Because you two can easier share affections now, it isn’t unusual for you two to just cuddle up on the couch holding hands, your thumb rubbing the back of his hand, or running your fingers over his knuckles.

Its when you are messing with his hands one day that you discover it, a small barely noticeable slit on his wrist. You learn later it was only visible because peters web pouches were full, as he hadn’t been out as spiderman in about a week because of injury.

You, of course, are curious. So, you immediately touch it, rubbing your thumb across it and pulling at the edges of it a bit in interest. To your surprise Peter jolts and makes a noise you rarely hear from him.

He would be extremely flustered as he covers his face with his other hand, quietly asking you to quit doing that, but he doesn’t pull his hand back to himself or anything, so of course you keep it up.

As you rub at the spinnerettes Peter would grow louder in his noises, his entire spine straightening as a whimper leaves him. Under his hand he’s biting his lip hard enough to break skin, his face completely dark from the flush that’s spreading all the way down his neck.

At some point you press hard enough on the slit that suddenly Peter seems to have had enough, lunging at you, and pinning your hands above your head as he pins you down. His hair is ruffled, and his glasses are askew, and his still chewing his lip as he looks at you with a flustered face.

You learn that night that his spinnerettes are quite sensitive, but might be just what you need to get him worked up if you need it.

[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.

[peikywatson]

It's you, in every universe it's only you 🩷🖤

SpiderNoir x Peiky Watson

SpiderNoir x SpiderPink

[kairiscorner]

I love your works! And your bots are coming along great!!

Could I request a “waking up with them” fic for spidernoir x fem reader? Could be smut or fluff, your choice!

💕💕💕💕

@sabcandoit THANK YOU SO MUCHHHH <33 also ofc! i can do that boo :> THANK YOU FOR THE IDEA THAT'S SO CUTE LIKE WHAT?????

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

summary: it was the morning after your wedding with peter, the first morning out of so many others that you planned to share with him. he couldn't believe his luck when he realized it was none other than you sharing the bed with him right now, looking into your lovely eyes, and just... admiring you all the while.

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you felt as though this were a dream, that any given time, you could wake up, and this'd all be nothing but a fantasy you let yourself indulge in. but no, it's real. he's right there, next to you, facing you with half-open eyes. the grayish-brownish hue of his eyes from top-to-bottom peer up at you ever so often; seeing your partially sleepy expression crack into a silly grin as he smiles up brilliantly at you.

'oh, his chuckles in the morning,' you thought as you laid a hand on his cheek, caressing it slowly, admiring how soft and smooth his skin felt. he had a slight peach fuzz on his face, he always looked a lot younger than how old he really was, and you enjoyed teasing him for it. now you get to do that every morning, every day, for the rest of your life.

"i know what you're gonna say," he said as he wrapped his arm around your waist and gradually pulled you closer to him, feeling his breath against your cheeks as he looked intently at you, taking in all your features, giving you his undivided attention as his other arm raises his hand lightly and cards your hair through his hands, admiring how soft you felt, how smooth your hair was, as if you were a pulchritudinous sculpture that was somehow given life, a pulse--and miraculously, the heart to love him.

"you're gonna comment again on how much of a baby i look compared to other guys you've met, and y'know what?" he asks you playfully as he looks down at you, at your slightly blushing, smiling face. he sighs to himself in contentment as he brings his hand to your cheek, you easing into his touch. "i'm glad to not be like other guys you've met. because, by some miracle, you chose me out of all of them." he whispered to you as he leaned over to kiss your nose.

you giggled at the contact, thinking to yourself how unbelievably supple his lips felt when they touched the surface of your skin, how snug they felt as they planted small, loving kisses all over your face. "my beautiful, beautiful spouse," he kept murmuring as he kissed you all over.

the golden and orange shimmering sunlight entered the your shared bedroom with him, putting into view your wide-eyed, smiling expression as you and peter just stared at each other, welcoming the first morning of many others in a lifetime you two will share with each other. "i'm so happy i woke up today and the first face that greets me is yours." he said as he nuzzled up against you, pulling you into his unyielding embrace, not intending to let you go any time soon.

"so am i, pete." you mutter as you place your hands on his cheeks gently, him smiling wider, the corners of his lips curving as he looks up at you. "i'm so happy you married me. i promise, all our mornings are going to be just like this--you and me, you being your absolutely perfect self just as you are, and... i'll be loving you so much, in every hour of every day, you will never be without my love." he declared softly as he moved up the bed a little and placed his finger on your lower lip, running across it as he breathed another sigh of contentment.

"all our mornings will be good from now on, really, really good." he said as he inched closer to you and pulled you in for an early morning kiss. there he was, in that bed you two now shared, as spouses; with you being the reason he wants to get up and keep going on as peter parker, as himself. he couldn't believe it, he was there, kissing the love of his life, his raison d'etre, you, who makes every heart beat of his become the foundation for all the love he gives you. all his mornings will be good from now on, he believes, and he hopes he makes every morning you two share the best mornings you will ever live out. and he promises, from the bottom of his heart, that he will make you fall in love with him, again and again, as each and every morning passes; for you do the same to him without even having to try. he loves you, so much, his dearest spouse.

a/n: FUCKKKKKKK I'M SOBBING. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT @sabcandoit!! also i'd like to thank @thecoolerdor for introducing me to your AO3 and blog, YOU WRITE SO WELL OMG, THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING <33333

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

[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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[miguelswifey04]

MASTERLIST

miguel o’hara, spidernoir, the spot, hobie b., peter b. parker

fics

✫彡 mentally gone (miguel x gn! reader) angst

ミ★ tangled destiny (miguel x fem! reader) fic

drabbles

🜸 sweet honey fluff

🜚 the spot pleasing you (+18)

🜸 soft to the touch (+18)

🜚 scandalous (actor miguel! x actress!reader)

🜸 miguel- life altering kinda sex (+18)

🜚 getting miguel off (+18)

🌱peter b. parker x babysitter! reader (fluff)

🌱miguel saves you from a burning building (fluff)

🌱miguel has a nightmare & you help him (fluff)

🌱miguel & adopter daughter! reader (fluff)

🌱you accidentally send hobie nudes (+18)

🌱boxer! miguel x doctor! reader (+18)

🌱miguel x muscular fem! reader suggestive

🌱miguel’s suits glitches and you see him suggestive

🌱noir and you fucking (+18)

🌱spider-therapist x spider! reader (fluff)

🌱webslinger x cowgirl! reader (fluff)

🌱spider-noir x spidey! reader (+18)

🌱jealous noir puts you in your place (+18)

headcanons/oneshots

✥彡 shower time w/ miguel as your bf fluff

ミ★ sugar daddy miguel o’hara au (+18)

☆彡 miguel o’hara as your sugar daddy fluff

✫彡 spider-man noir as your husband fluff

ミ★ miguel x blk/mexican fem! reader hcs fluff

✫彡 spider noir x gn! reader (tangled au) fluff

🌱noir’s reaction to you telling him you feel safe around him fluff

🌱miguel’s reaction to you telling him you feel safe around him fluff

🌱jealous noir headcanons fluff

🌱miguel has a size kink (+18)

🌱miguel helps you after a break up (fluff)

🌱 miguel o’hara x wife headcanons (fluff)

anon requests

🝮 how’d miguel react to gabriella’s vaping addiction?

lyla installs a love meter software for miguel

character ai

atsv character bot list

[notevenherebroo]

Poe AI Masterlist Part 1

Miguel O’Hara Feat. ATSV

Miguel In The Backseat

Miguel as Venom

Miguel’s Journal

Peter and Miguel 3sum

Rio and Jeff 3sum

Fruit Rollup w/ Miguel

“Silly Guy” O’Hara

Miguel as a Bath and Body Works Employee

Patrick O’Hara

Fem Miguel O’Hara

Actor Miguel O’Hara

Slasher Miguel

Roommate Miguel

You Are Miguel’s Toxic Ex

Dom Miguel

Benjamin Riley’s Wristussy

Drive Thru Miguel

Sugar Daddy Miguel

Spider Noir’s Wristussy

Peter B. Parker Wristussy

Miguel O’Hara’s Wristussy

Incubus Miguel

You as Peter’s Pizza Delivery Guy

Dilf Miguel

Miguel Crashes Your Wedding

Miguel’s Massage

Sub Miguel

Heartbroken Miguel

Peter and Miguel Poly

Stripper Miguel

Stalker Miguel

SpiderNoir x Jazz Singer User

Rio Morales

Masochist Miguel

Hey Mr. O’Hara!

Good Boy Miguel

Dominant Miguel

Miguel’s Honkers

Miguel’s Honkers (Reversed)

Miguel In The Mirror

Desperate Miguel

Snooze With Miguel

[lxverrings]

HIII ik u usually make Miguel Ohara fics but can you please please please make a fic abt spidernoir?? I don't care if its smut or smth just please 🙏🙏🙏🙏

Btw love ur Miggy fics 😋

20’s lovin

A/N: DAMMIT I wanted to get other requests in, but I finished playing Genesis Noir (Point and Click Adventure game! It’s so beautifully animated!) And it just reminds me so much of Noir over here and I just GOTTA 💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💥 THANKS for the request N♡nnie! Finally a good excuse to get my hashtag hashtag vision out !!!!

Summary: Jazz Singer Reader x Spiderman Noir/Peter Parker, set in the 20’s, obviously!!!! Not very good at 20’s slang, PLEASE be patient 😭

Warnings: P in V. . .at some point maybe in the near future, kind of poor plot, Noir being a wee bit desperate because I ❤ pathetic men!!! Um lowkey fem!reader but if anyone wants a masc! reader fic with Noir, let me know!

Another simple Friday night, faceless people trailing around muddy streets and murky skies, the cigarette barely flickering alive, much how he felt that very night. The skyscrapers touched the smog filled clouds as the dim golden lights reached around.

The hunger filled stomach he nursed was all that kept the man walking. Peter, for god’s sake.

He should have grabbed something at HQ, and damn he should have, The Hopper’s smells filled the area, and with the small coins he had, he trudged forth, and walked inside of the area, ignoring the posters for a Jazz concert tonight.

[ . . . ]

Some... Golden Boy on the Saxophone playing and only heard idly, once on the spotlight, still he stayed, playing til the sun gave way, yet alone and ignored the music would sway. Because no one here would give him the time of day.

[ . . . ]

He watched idly as he downed some whiskey in a few sips, something to numb the soul, something. Oh just something as the saxophone stopped and a mundane applause filled the area, done only for the sake of one person clapping and the rest following like sheep. And instead, the heels of a woman clasped the stage closer and closer, behind golden, shimmering curtains. And as they raised, the club went dark, faint piano serenading the ears of every lost soul, and a sultry voice spread the area.

“Everybody needs a little lovin’ this Friday night, don’t they?” the voice asked into the microphone, smooth and sweet. Like honeyed liquor dripping from his mouth. Peter finally looked up only to find himself eye to eye with the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Eyes glowing, like stars and hair that seemed nothing but glorious to watch on stage. It practically swayed with her hips as she serenaded, and the stage was for her. Not just the lights. Not just the stage. But the audience as well, the simmering lights sparked and shone on her, contouring her beautifully. The shadows only brought out the most beautiful aspects of her as she sung softly, the lyrics seeping off of her throat like a melancholic grief leaving the soul, finally freeing the internal chains of agony.

[ . . . ]

You had never seen him around before. Not at all. The man in the black trenchcoat, after your little show, you slowly trailed off stage, and made your way over.

“... Hello! I don’t recall having seen you here.” you spoke softly, but to him? Oh... To him.

It felt like an angel had smiled down at him, as he slightly choked on his drink. Not a good look, Peter. Not a good look.

He looked a little silly, you had to admit, so suddenly flushed and perhaps a bit shy. You felt quite smitten, as you politely sat down.

“You don’t mind, do you?”

“... Not at all.”

By the end of the night, he walked away with a napkin. That napkin had a lipstick mark and a couple of digits. ... Given after a night of attraction.

For anyone curious, this is what Genesis Noir looks like!!!! If anyone wants to, I’m willing to entertain this and write part 2!

[s0xmsstuff]

hi! could u write headcanons of Romantic Yandere! SpiderNoir x Male! Reader who is a detective? Reader isn't very chatty, is very reserved and kinda grumpy?

Y! SPIDER NOIR x MALE!READER WHO IS KINDA GRUMPY

Cw: Yandere themes, stalking, kidnapping, male!reader, impulsive and violent behavior, unwanted touching (non sexual), blood.

Apparently you are a man famous for your exploits as a detective in Brooklyn. Everyone knew who you were because of your prodigious position in the Brooklyn government.

Maybe that's why Peter met you, your eagerness to fight crime and the seriousness with which you took your job. Maybe that caught his, somewhat immediate, attention.

Peter met you through gossip and third-party voices, he didn't really know who you were, he only heard about you on the news.

He always had the image of an enthusiastic and naive young man who wanted to save the world because of a corny promise from your mother.

Something very far from reality.

When he had the opportunity to meet you, he had seen you with some police officers in charge of arresting Dr. Octopus.

His eyes immediately locked onto yours, as if something had ripped his eyes out to join them with yours.

Your eyes had a mysterious and special shine that captured Peter's soul in a simple snap of your fingers.

The words of the police, the screams of the victims or the letters from his admirers no longer had the same weight as the simple sound of your breathing.

How could he live without your gaze? It's a mystery

And so the months went by, with him searching through sky, sea and land for everything the world knew about you.

He knew your name, where you lived, who your family was, your financial and love situation and everything else.

Everything was written in his personal diaries hidden meticulously under the floor of his room.

You were a tough guy and a little grumpy

But that didn't matter because you were his teddy bear, the sugar in his coffee, the honey in his pancakes.

Everything was perfect. He would be your knight in shining armor and you would be his prince in trouble.

But he felt somewhat dissatisfied that he had to see you from afar.

That's not how a couple works. The couples are together and happy

So he broke into your house looking for you. Unfortunately you weren't there

Peter felt disappointed but decided to wander around the simple and clean house. He found several photos and belongings of yours

But something caught his attention. A photo of your partner.

It was you and your partner at the wedding.

You were married.

That marked a before and after in Peter's life. You were married and not to him

He hadn't realized that he had torn your partner to pieces in one night.

It wasn't his fault. It was yours, you cheated on him and hurt him cruelly.

The image was horrifying when you found your partner at the crime scene

Everything was full of blood and vices. Your partner's eyes had been gouged out as had their lips. Their legs were destroyed and so was their neck.

You felt anger but also a deep sadness in your stomach.

You promised in your partner's name that you were going to find the person responsible and lock him up in the most horrible part of the prison.

A few weeks passed after your partner's death when you noticed that the people closest to you were dying horribly.

No matter how much you fought and talked to the police, everything pointed to the fact that you had murdered your friends and family in cold blood.

It was a cliche, right? blame the reserved and grumpy man .

Peter couldn't stop killing those people, he felt like he was keeping the beasts away from his heavenly partner.

I couldn't stop doing it.

The blood on his fingers and on his clothes was addictive to see. The screams were addictive to listen to

But again came the feeling of dissatisfaction

I wanted to feel you.

So he took you to his house when you were asleep.

It wasn't kidnapping, you two are married.

You were just being very fussy and loud.

Don't shout, the neighbors will come to complain. Don't try to fight him, he'll only break your bones.

Don't move away from his grip. He just wants to feel you and hug you

That's what couples do.

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Sorry for the delay! It's been a busy time, but that doesn't matter. What matters is that you enjoyed it. English is not my first language, everything is translated with a translator!