Black coffee Spider Noir x Reader

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Peter gently lowered your unconscious form down onto what appeared to be your temporary bed, tucking you under the faded grey sheets with the utmost care he could muster, stepping back cautiously to join the others formed behind him, observing your lifeless sleep. "So, this is her..?" Miles began, earning a glare from masked Peter, still simmering over his slip-up. Miles shut up instantly.

"She's so pretty!" Peni gushed, clapping her hands together in delight. "Yeah," Porker snorted, "Just his type of sandwich!" "Alright Guys, that's enough, we don't want him smiling out of embarrassment now-" Peter B chided with a smirk, the group snickering at Noir's sudden fluster. "I ain't gonna smile because of somethin' so simple as the dame dozin'-" He grumbled as he crouched down to your level, watching you for a moment or two before he felt the corners of his mouth twitching upwards, him shaking his head and standing up to face the group: "She should be fine for now.."

"Eager to leave your lady-love so soon Noir?" Peter B jabbed playfully: "One would've thought you to be the type to hold her hand and put a warm face washer over her forehead like Aunt Ma-" Peter glanced over his shoulder as the last droplets of his washer-wringing pattered gently into the basin below. "I take back everything-" Peter B managed as he watched Noir (A.N: Imma just refer to him as noir from now on, less confusing PX) cross the room, folding the washer before lowering the cool towel against your grazed temple.

Your face eased peacefully after that, making Noir chuckle, gloved thumb running over your cheek tenderly before he coughed, straightening.

"Listen fellas, she can't know about any of this fightin' an' chop-shoppin' buisness-" He turned to see only Peter B standing lonesome, arms folded with a gentle smirk. "And she won't." Noir stared as B flipped his trademark Rose-red mask over his features before joining the others, slinging out into the dark of the night. Noir watched them leave in silence before turning back to you in your peaceful slumber. He succumbed to a soft sigh that escaped him as he knelt down besides you.

Thoughts ran rampant in his mind, how was he gonna protect you? How was he gonna keep you away from the dangers that now knew of your existence? How was he gonna stop watching you?? He knew the last one would be impossible, especially with the promise of a return from the scorpion that had practically destroyed your friend's apartment.

Bah, he would figure it out later, formulate defences later, slap-dash it all, for now.... because he was currently ensnared, entranced by something other than a case... He stared for a moment before his hands made the movement towards his mask before he could stop himself further. His mask scraped up past his chin, slowly, revealing his suddenly parched mouth that gulped at the thought of the one thing he was going to put in place tonight.

"(Y/N)..." he addressed you as though you were awake: "May I..?" He hummed, ever the gentleman huh? (Even though you're unconscious)

Hesitantly, slowly, and oh-so-gently his mouth made a declination towards yours, 'O' shaped as you slept, delectable in his eyes. Inhaling once, not hesitating further, he met you fully in a most gentle, almost cushiony way.

Lingering, he parted with your sweet taste as he chuckled to himself airily before pulling his mask over himself again, cracking open your window with one last glance before he departed into the dark of Brooklyn till he was nothing more than a glimmer of black and white against the moonless night.

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Your eyes jarred open, a black and white blur above you, pressing something against your face... Lips. Those were lips. Tender, KISSING, lips. You stiffened as the figure pulled away, not knowing wether to feel relieved or strangely wanting. ...Logic decided the former. You were about to let out a shaky sigh before the figure straddled you gently to your surprise, leather-gloved hands gliding to cusp your cheeks before the covered face dove towards yours again.

Moan, touch, syrupy taste, musky cigar smell; every ounce of the stranger's bring was pushed softly onto you. His taste now yours, smell; woody cologne with subtle tobacco rubbed against you, now your own personal scent. Stubble pricked your chin like a rough washcloth, though it wasn't something you minded, you didn't mind this whole situation! It was strange however, his grip on your waist began to feel hollow as did the lips that seemed so vivid before. In fact, it felt more like the-

Your eyes flashed open, the bedside succulents meeting your lips. "Ew!!" You lurched up, scratching your tongue in a series of spits and gags, glaring at the leafy intruder. At least you had something to start the conversation with Peter today- Peter. PETER. "OH GOD!!"

You sprinted towards the shower; "I'M GONNA BE LATE!!!"

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Peter sat upright giddily in silence at the milk bar, not having even ordered due to his gleeful stupor. It was becoming a habit of late. He still was dumbfounded that he- He darkened as he replayed the events on a constant vintage five cent reel in his mind. You were just so pure and soft and- absolutely puffed?? "Hey..!" You wheezed, putting an arm on his shoulder, doubled over, panting. He swivelled towards you, face dark at your touch. He coughed: "H-Hey, are you alright dame??" You giggled at the nickname between huffs. "Yeah, just um... slept in, sorry about that."

He shook his head with the smallest of smiles; (A.N: KABOOM!! A dimension was just destroyed by that, now you'll have to see what happens when he has a big one ;)) "Don't apologise dame, take a sit, it sounded like a rough night am I wrong?" He quirked his dark brow, you smirking despite your current state, taking the seat besides him: "Does magical spider people and a huge Spanish scorpion answer your question??"

His body went rigid, beginning to sweat as his eyes flashed elsewhere: "Magic spider people huh??" He almost chuckled at the way that came out, though he didn't want to patronise you, he pressed on: "Elaborate."

"Ok, you're probably thinking I'm crazy-" "-Which I'm not, continue." He pressed on, signalling the milk bar attendant. (A.N: I don't know what they're called, I apologise X'D Am smiling as I write this, this is getting too amusing for my own good.) "-But I am telling you there was this masked spider person who shot webs outta their fingers!! Then this scorpion dude came along and the black'n'white spider person wasn't having any of that and they fought and then I rustled up with the frying pan-" Peter smirked at this, (A.N: Planet inhabited entirely by children just blew up. Like my feels did when I was tricked into killing Toriel... :')) you continuing your rant despite him.

"-and then I hit the scorpion- and then I was thrown out the window and that's all I remember." "What a weird dream.." He murmured amusedly into the pink drink that seemingly appeared before him, taking a sip. You frowned: "It might seem like one to you but call me next time you've got a scorpion on your heels dangling you in front of a spider stranger." Smirk. "I will little dame."

Silence.

"Did you dream anything else??" He murmured finally, signalling the attendant, drink downed. "Well," You began before he turned: "Do you want anything??" You blushed as his dark eyes searched yours: "Uhhh.. (insert fave flavour)-" You blurted, averting your gaze. After talking hushedly to the attendant, his molten gaze flicking towards you before smiling toothily, retreating to the kitchen.

(A.N: Yes, it's Miles, baby boy got a job XD I'm so proud!! As to what he's wearing I'm thinking something dapper, white undershirt, burgundy bow tie and old-school wine-coloured vest complete with black apron and dress pants. Dapper. Will draw later. > w <) 

"So, about your dream-??" Peter began before you flushed, waving your arms about: "I-It's nothing, there wasn't much else-!" Peter stayed  hunched silently before piquing up with interest: "Dame? What's your favourite colour??" You smiled.

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You sighed happily, recounting the day's outing as you lent against the contorted iron of your friend's balcony, your apartment still smashed, evidence if you ever took the giant scorpion to court. A swish above you alerted you of your visitor, your gaze drifting upwards towards the moon now hidden behind the built back of the figure in black.

"Evenin'."

(A.N: I'm so sorry that took so long, life has just been hectic and I'm starting to apply for university in a different town so you might see me on the big screen or T.V soon ;) Big writer/ character designer comin' through!!! Anyways, that was filler, I apologise, next chapter will be better, pinky promise! <3 As always, You guys are awesome, Noir is drool-worthy and I'll be back soon so sit back and get cosy in: SWEATERCORNER!!)