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: Set in 1933. You are born into a wealthy family who is very protective and rich. You have very little freedom to roam around alone ever since childhood, now youâre a fed up adult craving for freedom. One day you decided to escape and to your luck, you succeeded! But now you had no where to go (well thatâs what you thought) but to your luck (again) you met a man named Peter Parker, a famous tailor in the city. He offered to let you work for him for some until you were stable enough, even generous enough let you stay in the little apartment on the second floor of his shop. Little by little you start to fall for him, but unbeknownst to you, he has a little secret heâs been hidingâŠ
cw : tailor!spider noir, wealthy(a lil spoiled)!reader, runaway!reader, peter is a big tease, sorta innocent!reader, lots of sexual tension, fluff, almost arranged marriage.
This is set in 1933 so some of the topics and values I made to be exactly how it was back then
It is the year 1933. You, are born into a rich and protective family, being an only child. You grew to be rebellious, constantly defying your parents wishes. Even now as youâre an adult in your 20s, your parents refuse to let you go, âYouâre not even wed yet and youâre asking to leave? And do what?â Your father would always tell you. Trying to escape wasnât easy either, or seemed that your mother built some sort of sixth sense that knew every time youâd try to escape. The first time you tried was simply embarrassing. Your family was hosting a party, in hopes to try to arranged you in a marriage with some other guy born into wealth. You thought itâd be simple, âAll I have to do is hop over the wall in the back, how hard can that be?â It was very hard. You still had on a big poofy dress your mother forced you to wear that morning, âUgh, itâs like her mind is stuck in the 1600s!â You grunted as you tried to climb over the wall. âI canât wait to wear whatever I want when I leaveâAH!â
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Whoops, yâa fall. But hey, you made it to the other side(ehhâŠ) your parents were right in front of you, as if they knew youâd be there. They scolded you right in front of everybody. Youâd never felt so embarrassed. âYeah I told myself Iâd never try to escape after that haha,â you let out an awkward laugh, âreally? You sure donât keep your promises, considering that youâre now hereâ âhmph!â Anyways! Yeah you told yourself youâd never try to escape ever again. WellâŠuntil your father lost it and tried to sell you off. âAn..arrangedâŠmarriage?!â You shrieked just by the mere thought of those words, âCalm down hon!â Your father tried to stop you from making a scene. You were angry for two things: One: youâve practically been begging to go and live and be on your own and theyâve always told you no and NOW theyâre trying to basically sell you off to some rando! Two: it hasnât even been a month since that embarrassing incident at the party. Oh my goodness! it was probably still fresh in everyoneâs mind. You couldnât leave yet at least not NOW!
You made sure to make the biggest scene of your life. You wanted everyone to feel your rage(they locked you in your room) âNow that I think about it, it actually wasnât that bad I donât know why I threw such a tantrumâ âuh huhâŠâ âwhat?â âNothing, do keep talkingâ âOkay! Wait where did I leave off? Oh yeah!â Basically, you were devastated. You didnât know why your dad would just betray you like that, just when you started to get comfortable with the thought of staying at home being a spoiled, unemployed princess for the rest of your life. âI canât just let them sell me off, I have to escape!â And escape you did! We wonât talk about how you did it though, youâd rather bury that memory forever! âAnd thatâs how I got here!â you exclaimed, âwhat a peculiar life you lived...â Peter chuckled, âI know! Ugh it was horrible!â âItâs a good thing I found you then,â Thankfully he did, you wouldnât know what to do if Peter wasnât around. Hereâs how it happenedâŠ
You were walking on the city streets with soiled clothes, it was pretty hard to believe you were born into wealth with the way you were looking. âUgh, does anybody not have any manners nowadays?â You thought to yourself, âwhat kind of men donât help out a lady in obvious distress!â You were genuinely about to go crazy, you were so different from everyone, from the way you dressed all the way down to your makeup style. âSo this is what itâs actually like outsideâŠno poofy dresses or dramatic hair?â You sighed, maybe it was finally time to go home. âAre you alright?â A voice behind you asked, you turned around to see a rather dashing man, âYeâŠactually no. Iâm actually quite lost and Iâm afraid I have nowhere to go,â angry tears almost fell from your eyes, youâve never been so frustrated, âitâs no good for a young lady to wander around the streets this late at night, I have a shop not to far from here, you can clean up thereâ âYESPLEASE!â You quickly replied, you then linked you arm with his, âPLEASELEADTHEWAY!â You were so happy your words were all slurred together from talking so quick. âAlright thenâŠâ
Itâs been three whole days since then. âArms up and turn around for me so I can measure your waist,â he turned out to be a tailor, a very famous one at that. âOkay,â you replied. He was so nice to you, even offered you a job to help him with his works and in turn you can stay in his apartment on the second floor. âIs it alright if I take your hip measurements? Iâm going to have to if you want a fitted dress.â âOhâŠokay,â you felt tense as he got down on his knees in front of you wrapping his measuring tape around your hip and tightening it to get your measurements. For some reason your knees felt weak, his was just so close to your inner thighs and you just couldnât help it. You wanted him closer, you wantedââalright, Iâm done,â he stood up to put his measuring tape back. âThe shopâs about to open, I say you just hang around to see how things work before I give you any tasks,â âokay⊠Iâll uh be right downâ âmm,â he replied before waving goodbye and closing the apartment door.
You were getting the hang of things now. You were running the shop with Peter, helping people try on clothes, accessories and what not. Occasionally, youâd feel a glare in your direction every time you were helping a male customer put on his clothes a bit too enthusiastically, but never dare look back to see who was giving you such looks. Everything was great! Well, almost. You parents had police searching high and low for you. You got yourself a little makeover and ditched those old fashioned clothes your mom would force you to wear, so you werenât as noticeable. You werenât ready to go back just yet, âIâll give it another month,â you told yourself. As for Peter, boy did your feelings grow and fast! You wondered if you were just feeling this way because he technically provided you the freedom you have now. There were these occasional moments with you and him that you just couldnât stop thinking about, like how heâd make you try on fitted custom made clothes that hugged your curves perfectly and have you basically put on a show for him.
Or how heâd assist you with cooking with his chest pressed onto your back, and his crotch pressed onto your ass, you didnât stop him though, in fact you liked it, turns out you werenât THAT innocent after all. Peter couldnât lie that he didnât feel the same about you. Heâs been fond of you ever since you met, constantly finding ways to be near you and be as close as possible, heâd find himself taking your measurements regularly lying and saying that he keeps forgetting because he had to take the measurements of many people a day. He loved how youâd never question him when it was mostly the measurements of your more intimate areas that he just kept forgetting. He couldnât quite place his finger in where this sudden affection for you came from but he wasnât fighting it either. He wanted more of you.
one random night.
âIâm thinking of staring a lingerie collection, could you be the one to model some of my first pieces?â he questioned, âoh! Err sure!â What a sweet girl you were never saying no to anything he proposed. He gave you 15 pieces of clothes you went in your room to change. âWow these sure areâŠintimateâ you breathed out, you were a bit shy to try them on but you sucked it up and modelled all of the 15 pieces for him, he was so kind to you at the start, you just had to repay him in every possible way, which, to you, meant doing everything he asked of you. âThe sides are too high up,â he pointed at you âhuh?â âCome here,â he demanded. Confused, you follow his orders and walked up to him. âThe sides are too high,â his hands rested on both sides of your hip slowing gliding them down to pull the sides of your panties down lower. Unable to stop yourself in time, you let a small moan.
âYou seem to be enjoying yourself darling,âhe looked up at you to meet your gaze full of desire, âshould I keep going, love?â the look he gave you was dangerous, youâve never wanted a man so bad. If only he were the man your parents wanted to sell you too, youâd marry him in a heartbeat. MarryâŠmarryâŠ, âmarriage! Canât! till marriage!â it's like you could hear your dad yelling at you. As much as you wanted him, you grew up with the idea of no sex before marriage and even though you were away from them the values you learned you still kept close to your heart.
knock
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âIâll go get that,â Peter sighed as he hurried towards the door and closed it behind him to talk to the figure outside.
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âWhat is she doing in your house and why havenât you gotten rid of her, Peter?â
I literally cannot stop writingđ (someone take my computer away from me pls) Iâm getting so many ideas for new fics and I canât help but write them down as they go.
Itâs dark and rainy here in New York. The city is bustling with citizens going about with their day now that Spider-Manâ er Spider-Mans (Spider Noir and Miguel) and Woman (aka you) have saved the day yet again! Being Spider-Woman was not easy, and it didnât get any easier when two incredibly hot Spider-Men came falling from the sky into your universe. At that point, you didnât care enough to question why, and eventually, you three became a team, fighting bad guys together as people stared, confused at why one guy was completely black and white. You three never really got along, well, more like you didnât get along with them.
They were super hard-headed and destructive when fighting, but because of that, the battles were relatively short. You prioritized fighting in a way that hardly damaged the city or its civilians, though the fights took much longer. They would always tease you about it, and you hated them for it. In fact, you hated them, period. Well, that's what you would usually tell yourself.
But now look at you.
Miguelâs face in between your thighs, and Peterâs dick hitting the very back of your throat. How did you get into this situation? You had no clue and you didnât care. All you cared about right now was getting out all the stress you accumulated from being Spider-Woman, and what better way to do that than a threesome?
You pulled your head back to catch your breath, drool still connecting you and Peterâs now completely erect dick. âWanna feel⊠the both of you inside meâŠâ Your words shocked the two men, they originally planned to take turns with you so your words stunned them a bit, but who were they to complain?
âAlright thenâ Peter nodded â Whaddya say, I take the front you take the back?â Peter said looking down and Miguel who continued to devour you down there.
âFine by me,â Miguel replied. Soon you found yourself sandwiched between them, Peter positioned himself on top of you, while Miguel positioned himself underneath. With no warning, they both slid inside of you, it was very easy to do so since you were dripping wet.
âFuckâŠ.â You moaned, âFeeling good darling?â Noir asked grinning. You were about to respond until, âNow what would people think if they knew how their lovely Spider-Woman was getting dicked down like this huh?â Miguel interrupted. You felt embarrassed at his words and hid you face in Peterâs chest, âShut up Miguel and just start movingâŠâ Miguel wasted no time and started to thrust into you and Peter follower suit.
âFucckkkkâŠ.â You moaned again.
You couldnât lie, this felt so good. You could feel them both stretching you out, it almost felt like you were about to rip in half. âFeels so goodâŠâ you moaned out. âYeah, I know it does babyâŠâ Peter grunted. âJoder, estĂĄs tan apretadoâŠfuckâŠâ Miguel groaned as he thrusted up faster inside you. âOh, FUCK!â You exclaimed âkâŠkeep doing just thatâŠ.â âWill doâ Miguel replied.
Peter was more on the romantic side, constantly building up as he went, so while Miguel was pounding up into you from the back, he was teasing your nipples with his tongue and pacing his thrusts, so the more intense he got the faster his thrusts would get.
âYou look stunning like this,â Peter said as he pulled you in closer for a kiss. You felt like you were on cloud nine, with the two of them just having their way with you and you not being able to do anything but take it.
âYouâre being such a good girl, you deserve a reward, no?â Peter asked and you just nod your head as drool starting to form at the edge of your lip. Soon enough, Peter quickened his pace to that of Miguelâs. Now they were both pounding into you. Nothing but moans, groans and grunts could be heard in your tiny little apartment.
âFuck. Te gusta ser follada asĂ, Âżeh?â Miguel grunted into your ear. âChicas cachondas como tĂș amas ser follada por dos hombres eh?â You responded with nothing but a moan. âRespĂłndeme muñeca.â He said as his fangs grazed your now sensitive neck. âYâŠyes I like being fucked by the two of youâŠâ you breathed out.
âYouâre torturing the poor girl, Miguel,â Peter chucked.
You felt something rise in your belly, you were getting close.
âMâ gonna cumâŠâ you said with a whisper
âHmm? Whatâs that darlingâ Peter asked
âMâ gonnaâŠfuckâŠIâmâŠcuâŠâ you didnât get to finish speaking before you came gushing all over the both of them. Wetness dripping down your thighs and onto the bed.
The men both pause for a second
âWould yâa look at thatâŠâ Peter groaned âNever took you for a squirter,â
You were gone at that point, eyes rolled back, legs given up, and arms wrapped around Peterâs neck hanging on for dear life.
The men both looked at each other, then nodded. And soon enough they starting thrusting again, this time, much more synchronized.
âItâs no fun that only you get to have you release, now is it?â Peter whispered into your ear. âWeâre not stopping until we fuck you full love, okay?â
You and Miguel have been married for two years now, unfortunately for you heâs been a bit negligent after a few months of marriage. To keep your mind off of things you start to hang out more with a male friend you met at a coffee shop, soon Miguel realizes that you leave the house more and more to hang out with your friend and heâs now determined to make you his again.
paring: Miguel Oâhara x Fem!Reader
cw: jealous!Miguel, angst(???) mb yâall I lied there will be no smut in this one maybe in part three.
You open the door to your dimly lit home, and standing in front of you is Miguel, your husband.
"Huh? That's weird." you think to yourself. At this time of night, he's usually fast asleep.
Having just returned from a nighttime stroll with a friend, seeing him wide awake startles you for a moment. You glanced at him, observing his tense muscles, furrowed eyebrows, and crossed arms. It wasnât hard to tell that he was upset. "Miguel?" you ask, visibly confused.
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He doesn't say anything. âMigueââ Â âWho was that?â he cuts you off.
You were confused for a moment; who was he referring to?
âWait, what? Is everything okay? You have work tomorrow. Why are you up?â
âYou arenât answering my question. Who was that man you were with this morningâ he said. It was as if he was interrogating you.
Oh! Thatâs what he meant.
âOh, thatâs just a friend I made. I tried to tellââ âWhy was I not informed about this friend?â he interrupts, once again, âYou would know if you stopped interrupting me.â You spat out. âIs that why you leave home more and more? To be with him, huh?â âI mean, itâs not like I have anything to do here, so, yeah.â you saw as he looked at you in disbelief. You didnât know what was going on in his mind, but something in you told you that he was getting the wrong idea about something. "So you mean to tell me that because I've been busy with work, you turn your back to cheat on me ÂżHas perdido la cabeza?!" he exclaimed.
Oh. so THATâS what he thinks of you.
âYou know what? I can NOT do this today. Good night, Miguel!â âDon't you good-fucking-night me, get over here,â he said as he grabbed your arm and pulled you to a wall, cornering you. He was massive, completely towering over you as he stared you down. âLâŠlook, I didnât cheat on youââ âIs it because I work long hours?â he cuts you off again. âWhat? No, Iââ âIs it because weâre not intimate?â âWhat are you talking about, Miguel? I just wanted a frââ âWhat am I talking about? Iâm trying to figure out my wife is going around with other men.â
âWILL YOU STOP INTERRUPTING ME!â you yelled. âWELL FUCK! YOU WANT ME TO STOP INTERRUPTING, START SPEAKING. NOW I WILL ASK YOU AGAIN. WHAT WERE YOU DOING WITH THAT MAN?â he was livid. The thought of that man touching you in places that should be reserved for him alone clouded his mind. âDid he touch you?â âWoah?â you said, shocked and confused. âOh, for fuck sake! Did he touch you?â
âNO! He did not touch me. I wouldn't allow him to, youâre accusing me like I donât love you anymore!â He went silent for a moment. âYou should know that I wouldn't do something like this, Miguel,â you said with a hint of hurt. He immediately calmed down at your words, and his face softened. âI know. I know. Itâs just,â He paused.
âYou don't know how much I love you, mi corazĂłn,â he said, bringing his head closer to yours. âSeeing you with the man Iââ âYou know, I wouldn't have to do that if you were around more. The only reason I'm with him so much now is because you don't make enough time for me,â you cut him off, this time your brows are furrowed. He noticed your upset face and let out a sigh.
There was no doubt that Miguel loved you, though he was terrible at showing it, which he now knew and planned to fix. He truly does love you. If only you knew how Miguel's work office was adorned with pictures of you, some of which you didn't even know existed. He was absolutely obsessed with you, occasionally kissing the little framed picture of you on his desk that motivated him to work harder. "Look at us, Miguel. We live in the same house, and we barely say a word to one another...," you said, breaking the silence. âFor these past few weeks, my friend has been the only person keeping me from genuinely going insane because you donât take time out of your day to care for me,â You felt the tears well up in your eyes again. You didnât know why you were getting so emotional. You arenât usually like this.
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âI donât want you to see him ever againâŠ,â he said, frowning. âAre you serious right now? I just told you heâs the only one keeping me company!â âI know. I heard you. Donât ever go see him again.â Is this man for real right now?
âYouâre crazy!â you yelled before forcefully pushing him back. You headed toward the door and stopped for a brief moment. âYou know. Sometimes I really wish I had never married you.â As hurtful as it was to do so, you pulled your ring from your ring finger, threw it on the ground and left.
Even when you told him how you felt and poured your entire heart out to him in your most vulnerable state, why is it that the only thing he could say to you was,
âI donât want you to see him ever againâŠâ
Just thinking about it made you feel sick. You needed space.
Two whole months have passed since that argumentâŠ
You rented an apartment for the time being, and surprisingly, you were actually doing okay. You got a job as a sculptor and did things like pottery and art in your free time. For the first time in forever, you didn't feel confined to the four walls of your home anymore. You were a stay-at-home wife when you were living with Miguel, and as much as you loved it, it was incredibly lonely, and if you had put up with it for one more month, you swore you mightâve actually aired out the whole neighbourhood (jk jk). As for your friend, BIG YIKES.
When you left your home with Miguel, he was the first person you reached out to, and he had offered to let you stay at his house for a while. It was okay. That is, until he kicked you out, saying that you were, quote on quote, "too depressed," and that you could come to live with him again when you got your shit together. What a loser.
You didn't care, though. You were now focused on your career, and luckily, it was a huge success. You were selling a lot of sculptures and ceramics, and occasionally, you taught as a special guest teacher in a children's art class when you needed a little change.
Miguel repeatedly called you as he was worried about you, but you didnât pick up his calls, afraid of what would happen if you did. Other than that, life was great, and honestly, you were a little grateful for that heated argument you two had. If it hadn't happened, you would not have been able to find yourself as you have now.
You just got out of your bathroom after a long soapy bath. You wore an oversized T-shirt and some shorts and were ready to start your day. You made coffee and avocado toast, took them to your art room, and got to work. You were working on your latest art piece and were determined to finish it as soon as possible. You quickly ate your breakfast, got your brushes, and started to swipe on your canvas.
Two hours have passedâŠ
You finished a good chunk of your art piece now, itâs time to get on to the next thing! You washed your hands and dashed to your computer.
Request
Request
Request
Your computer was full of emails and DMS asking how much it was to buy one of your ceramics and latest artworks. You responded to five of your customers, went to your art room, got some clay and started making the requested ceramics.
Seven hours have passedâŠ
You finished three ceramics, got one of your random artworks, wrapped them up and made them look pretty, and shipped them off to their respective buyers. You then DMâed the other two customers telling them theyâd be getting their order in two days.
You were getting hungry again, so you went to the kitchen to make yourself a little something to treat yourself.
Ding
Dong!
Your doorbell rang. You thought it was the new clay you ordered, so you rushed to the door and opened it, only to see
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He always cares for you when youâre sick, heâll cook, clean and do every possible thing so you donât have to lift a finger.
He doesnât realize it at time but when heâs stressed he tends to claw and scratch on things (which is why your shared home is full of claw marks)
He loves loves LOVES giving you kisses, especially on the forehead, cheek, hand and neck.
Heâs kinda overprotective, only because he doesnât want to lose you.
He wonât admit it but he loves your height difference, it does things to him.
Heâs not very good with emotions and sometimes doesnât realize that his initial emotional response to some things arenâtâŠthe bestâŠ
Heâs such a gentleman, always holding the door for you, affirming to you daily how perfect you are, holds the door for you, gives you his jacket when youâre cold and picks you up when your legs get tired.
Heâs not the biggest fan of being taken cared of but if you push him enough heâll let you take care of him.
He loves it when you massage him especially after a long day of swinging around, helps relax his aching muscles.
Though heâs not the kind of guy to flex on people,he loves it when you compliment his muscles.
He once carried you and swung you around the city as a date.
His kisses tend to get a bit heated, donât mind him though, he canât control it.
He loves it when you kiss him, though itâs just a simple gesture, it warms his heart.
(For non Spanish speakers) sometimes heâll teach you a little bit of Spanish and will quickly kiss you when you make a mistake then correct you after.
NSFW
He tries not to be, but no matter how hard he tries, he canât help but be rough in bed
He dick measures 12 in and is really really girthy ( itâs literally canon because I just know)
He loves biting you everywhere, youâre literally marked from head to toe.
His favourite positions are lotus, missionary, cowgirl, and he loves a good full Nelson if heâs feeling aroused enough.
Though he can be very animalistic in bed heâs actually really passionate and will give you a lot of kisses and praise.
He only bites you if you allow it since his venom paralyses, but the times you do allow him to he takes full advantage of it and uses your body how he pleases (ofc with your consent first), so you better hope you donât have work the next day cause youâre gonna be sore.
He loves your face, and always want you to face him during sex so heâs able to see all your expressions and how good heâs making you feel.
When i say this man will EAT YOU OUT, I mean it. Heâll have both of your legs in his shoulders, web up your hands so you donât escape and kiss, lick, suck and thrust his tongue into your pussy as if he hasnât eaten in days.
Heâs a service dom, most of the time, but there are some days heâll let himself go and allow you please and dominate him.
His load is so thick and creamy, fills you up nice and good (good lord Iâm so down bad for this man)
A part if him loves overstimulating you and how you squirt all over him when he does so.
Heâll accidentally claw at you sometimes but he makes sure he doesnât hurt you, so yes you have a whole bunch of claw and bite marks around your body.
( if youâre on the thick/chubby side) heâll leave so many kisses in between your thighs cause heâs loves how squishy they are, heâll also make you sit in his face a lot, slapping your ass and thighs as he eats you out.
(If youâre on the muscular/gym girlie side) heâll be so rough with you and will tease you, telling you âOh cmon mi amorâŠyou should be able to take it now shouldnât you?â
He loves fucking you in the comfort of your home, he despises quickees so much, heâd rather wait till you Both are home so he can properly please you.
(Giggled and kicked my feet while writing this đ€, part two of The misunderstanding is coming soon guys)
You and Miguel have been married for two years now, unfortunately for you heâs been a bit negligent after a few months after marriage. To keep your mind off of things you start to hang out more with a male friend you met at a coffee shop, soon Miguel realizes that you leave the house more and more to hang out with your friend and heâs now determined to make you his again.
paring: Miguel Oâhara x Fem!Reader
cw: jealous!Miguel Oâhara, Miguel is absolutely MASSIVE, passionate sex, smut, sexless marriage until now, slight misunderstandings - FLUFF, (SMUT in part two)
ïżŒ âBuenos dĂas, cariño,â âBuenas noches, mi amor,â âDid you eat today?â and âIâm leaving for work now.â Those are the only words you ever hear from him. You and Miguel have been married for two years, and although you wouldnât call your marriage âloveless,â you have to admit that things arenât going well. It all started when he resumed work shortly after your honeymoon. He began working long shifts and wouldnât come home until late at night. You decided not to press him about it since he would usually return stressed and with a short temper. Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and months turned into years of him coming home late and leaving early in the morning for work. You were hurt. There were days when you tried to talk to him about it when he returned, but he would already be fast asleep before you could even speak a sentence. Eventually, you decided to keep yourself occupied to forget about your uneventful marriage, you were on a mission to find yourself a new friend.
One day, he was opening the curtains, trying to let light in, when he looked down and saw you hugging a man who had given you something. You two walked off together into the distance. He was furious at the sight, but before he could do anything, he received a call from his coworker, Lyla.
đ±(Lyla) â Hey Miguel, something urgent just came up. You might want to come check it out.
đ±(Miguel) â Alright, Iâll be there in a minute.
He went to work, came back home late as usual, but this time he was awake. With his brows furrowed and arms crossed, he was ready to confront you about what he had seen that morning. Soon enough, you entered through the front door, smiling and laughing, until you fell silent upon seeing Miguel, visibly angry about something.