Black coffee Spider Noir x Reader

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(A.N: WARNING: NEXT CHAPTER: 

Before I begin this next chapter, I'd like to apologise for some of the material in here. This chapter contains stuff about Nazi's and war as it is part of Noir's background so I apologise to anyone who's sensitive towards that caliber of material, this is not supposed to be offensive towards anyone, religions, races, personal beliefs or anything of the likes, this is just material for a fictional story so please bear that in mind. Noir's attitude towards the Nazi's is just in his character and I, the writer am trying to write him in character so please excuse me. If not, continue reading but you have been WARNED... warned... warned...!) wow that was serious XD

Spider Noir.

You found it weird; the attraction, the compelling magnetism that the mystery of 'what's under the mask?' held. The itch, the urge to rip it off his face was increasing. Was it because he was like Peter, bashful yet awfully seductive at any given interval? The colour scheme both of them held was certainly similar, enough to raise a suspicious brow but instead your brow was instead quirked with interest as he explained the collider.

How did we get to this point dear reader?? Well, let's skip back a few intervals:

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'"Evenin'."

He tipped his hat; "I hope you don't mind the intrusion ma'am, I just came to..." He struggled momentarily- "..apologise for last night." You stared up at him: "....ok." You paused. "Then do it." "What?" "Apologise." "Sorry..?" "Acceptable, now swing away spider-man-person... I'm reminiscing here." You turned back, slumping comfortably against the iron: "About??"

You whirled: "I'll have you know I had a most brilliant outing (and plan to have another) with a gentleman that doesn't burst in and smash peoples homes without permission!" You gestured to the mess surrounding you, kicking a bit of rubble for emphasis.

Noir looked taken aback from what the mask was giving away, (not much but the eyehole thingys spoke volumes) giddy at your opinion of him, the real him before steeling over: "Ma'am that was for your own safety-" "Say no more, we're insured." You huffed.

Your flair for dramatics was certainly amusing to the darkened figure, though he wondered why this wasn't shown to him as well. Was this your shell? Your brave exterior? Your giant protective mecha?? Your alter ego?? Did...? Did you really... actually... like him?

Realisation hit him like an atomic bomb.

He coughed, darkening, the corners of his mouth fighting the lift, knowing full well the consequences if they lost: "Well I'm just glad it wasn't the Nazi's..." he turned, ready to sling off: "What have Nazi's got to do with this??" It was his turn to whirl: "The Nazi's have everything to do with this!! They broke houses too, cities of innocent people like yourself-!!!"

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This rant eventually led on to his life story, how he got his powers, his first romance, how that ended horribly, super villains, Nazi's, Dons and Generals, the rain! Fighting Nazi's, (A.N: I'm so tired I almost wrote fighting egg creams! XD XD) Egg creams..... Nazi's... and more fighting!

"-And we always come through the collider gizmo thingy on Wednesday's to catch up-" "Wait so it's still operating after the-" "Kid spider broke it?? Turns out he's not too bad at scrap-shoppin' and meldin' and fixin' things." He drawled, his legs stretched out on your carpet as you looked on from the couch "Though his main specialty is dropping things..." He muttered almost bitterly.

"Fascinating." You mused. It was at that point in conversation that you invited him inside and hesitantly gave him some tea. (He was still a stranger after all.) "I still come through every now and again though." He hummed, lifting his mask to press the cup to his tender lips. Lips... grey but radiated an unseen rosiness. Inviting. Cosy, like the tea that passed his parted lips.

Lips.... just like....................PETER'S.

Your eyes lidded, piquing his notice from the floor as you sunk from the couch to his level: "Dame, are you alrigh-??" He began before being abruptly cut off by you pushing him to the floor with a thud. He looked up in surprise, his face now a clot of darkness as you clambered atop of him.

This wasn't going any good place too soon, besides the obvious, but he was powerless in stopping you, his bottom lip twitching: "Dame!" He was almost pleading as you leaned down. Chest to breasts, his breath goes ragged; guide his hands to skim past your thighs, his legs start shaking. Entertaining as it was, the main event was what you were nearing yourself to.

Your breath grazed over his stubbly chin, delicate fingers grazing past along his jaw towards the fabric of the mask. Closer.... your lips neared. Closer......! Your bottom lip brushed against his softly, his eyes closing unconsciously, gloved hands closing down, a soft grip on your thighs before —.

Peter suddenly felt very naked. He ogled at his mask that was now dangling in your iron grip. He peered up at your blackened frown through the dark heat that was his face before it was brought down on him, whacking him softly: "GOD DAMN IT PETER!!" You shouted, continuing your assault from atop of him.

Whack! Whack! Whack!! "Why did you make me look crazy?! Why did you never tell me you were the spider person?!!!" Peter lifted a hand to stop your barrage: "What did you want me to do Dame?!  What did you want me to say?!" "'(Y/N)!!! I'm a spider person! I destroyed your friend's HOUSE-!!' Damn it!!" You slumped against him, fuming.

He sighed before propping you up in his lap, you still slumped. "(Y/N)... I am a spider perso-" You suddenly seized the sides of his face, bringing his lips forcefully down on yours. He let out a hum of surprise at your boldness before you parted. Strawberry syrup and cigar. "AND YOU'RE THAT SAME SPIDER PERSON THAT KISSED ME LAST NIGHT!!! YOU BUTT!!!"

"I asked your permission Dame!!" "Oh gee, you asked my permission? Oh boy, while I was asleep!!?" "Unconscious." He corrected. "Unconscious, even better!" You fumed, crossing your arms. He stared before hesitantly palming your cheek, cool leather being the touch that you involuntarily leaned into. He stared down at you, dark eyes earnest.

"May I..?"

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(A.N: DUNDUNDUNNNNN!!!! Will you blow him off or will you smooch his lovable mug?! Join us next time on Dragonball- BLACK COFFEE!!! Gonna take a while but yeah, so sit back and get cosy in SWEATERCORNER!!!!)