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fromforeigntofamiliarity · 2 years

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Should Be Mine | Black Noir/Homelander

Summary: The team meets Black Noir's girlfriend and Homelander is...Homelander.

Warning: Stalking. Homelander

Requested: No

Homelander walked into 'The Seven' meeting room and was a bit confused to everyone lounging around eating cupcake with an unfamiliar face.

"Well," Homelander said announcing his presence in the room. "What do we have here?" He asked with his trademarked perfect smile.

"Oh Homelander, Sir." Ashley greeted quickly setting her cupcake down on the table before approaching the blonde supe. "Noir was just introducing Y/N to the team."

"Y/N?" Homelander asked tilting his head.

"His girlfriend." A-Train explained in between bites. "Crazy right?"

Walking farther into the room Homelander looks the female up and down, dressed in a simple black high wasted jeans with a black bralett covered by a white button down shirt tucked into the jeans yet not buttoned at all, Simple but sexy. He approved.

"Its so nice to meet you Mr. Homelander," Y/N greeted taking a small step forward holding out her hand for him to shake. Soft hands

"Just Homelander please, Y/N was it?" He asked though he knew. "So what's all this?" He asked gesturing to the assortment of cupcakes that sat on the table.

"Oh this well I own a bakery and I figured that I should bring a little something for the team." Y/N explained looking over to her deserts. "Here have a Homelander one." She said holding out a blue frosted cupcake.

"A Homelander cupcake." He notes his smile growing bigger.

"Yeah it's apart of 'A Super Sweet Week With The Seven' I do one week out of the month." Y/N explained. "Marvelous Maeve Monday, Translucent Tuesday, Humpback Hump day with The Deep, A-Train Thursday, Black(Noir) Friday, Starlight Saturday and Holy Homelander Sunday."

"How cute and Creative." Homelander complements smiling down at the female.

"Thank you so much - Oh, excuse me." She said pulling out her phone and stepping to the side.

Answering the phone in the middle of a conversation...it can be fixed, otherwise polite and a baker.

Rushing back over with a slightly frantic look in her eyes she began gathering her things up. "Sorry I have to go, one of my new bakers started a fire in the kitchen." She informed Noir with a pout. "Nothing serious but the cops were called and I have to get down there, sorry to cut this short." She apologized placing a kiss on his cheek.

'It wasn't even her fault and she was apologizing' Homelander laughed internally. "I could fly you there if you'd like, lot faster than a taxi." He offered taking a few steps in her direction as she headed for the door.

"Oh no no," Y/N declined. "I can get there, besides I know you guys are like busy saving the world and stuff, enjoy the cupcakes." She finished exiting the room and rushing towards the elevator. Homelander listened to her as she went down in the elevator and walked out of the building.

She was perfect.

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Homelander watched them. He watched as Noir brought Y/N onto a red carpet for another movie about 'The Seven' announcing their engagement.

'When the fuck did they get engaged?'

He watched as the public showered them with love, admiration and compliments. He watched when Y/N would visit the tower bringing different deserts each time. He watched her was she went to the bank, to the bakery, the grocery store and home most of the time to cook a meal and wait for Noir to join.

Hell, he even watched them fuck.

And as much as he loved Noir he just couldn't bring himself to be happy while watching him enjoy something that, in his opinion, should be his.

Doesn't he deserve a wife like that? someone he could show off to those bootlickers, someone to cook and bake for him, someone to suck him off after a long patrol while they watched re runs of 'Psych'. Doesn't he deserve her? Yes.

That is what led Homelander to where he was now, smiling as Y/N opened the door a surprised look washing across her face at the sight of him.

"Homelander, What are you doing here?"

"I was just in the neighborhood and decided to stop by." He lied though his teeth. "May I come in?" He asked walking into the home before she could answer.

Walking in he took a long look around at the decor of the home, mostly black and while with some greys thrown around in the shape of a blanket or a couch pillow.

Could always buy new furniture.

"Wow, something smells good." Homelander states turning to face Y/N as she watched him in confusion.

"Uh Yeah I'm making chicken carbonara, I was just waiting for Noir to get home." She explained. "He's not here...Noir." She states.

"Well I don't mind waiting." He smiled politely. "Maybe we could share some of that yummy smelling carbonara while we wait." He says walking over to the table and having a seat letting her know that it was less of a suggestion and more of a fact.

"Y-yeah sure, why not?" Y/N forced a smile before walking into the kitchen and making two plates of food.

Sitting down Y/N took the it upon herself to pour herself and Homelander and glass of wine.

'Good'

The two ate in an awkward silence before Y/N decided to initiate conversation.

"So, how was your day?" She asked with a small smile.

"How lovely of you to ask, my day was a bit stressful but nothing too over the top." Homelander answered. "And yours? I trust everything is going great at the bakery."

"Yes, business is always great this time of year." She responds returning to her meal.

"I bet. You know I'll have to stop by one of these days." He says taking another bite, leaving a few seconds of silence. "This is nice." He states letting out a sigh of content.

They both hear the door open and shut letting them know that someone had just entered the home, they both assumed it was Noir which was confimed when he stepped into the dining area.

Y/N stands up from the table and faces her fiancé. "Noir-"

"Noir." Homelander interrupts. "Glad you’re here why don't you pull up a chair and have some of this delicious chicken carbonara Y/N whipped up." Homelander invites Noir to eat as if he were a guest on his own home.

Taking a look at Y/N Noir could tell she was obviously uncomfortable with the presence of the blonde supe in their home though not physically hurt.

Nodding Noir moved over to take a seat at the table with Homelander after Y/N assured she would bring him a plate.

Sitting down across from his teammate Noir waits for Homelander to say what it is that he was going to say.

"I just stopped by to check in with you about some work." Homelander explains, both of them knowing it was a lie.

Of course Noir had seen the way Homelander watched them, felt his presence outside their home but said nothing to Y/N out of fear she would feel unsafe in their home, even though she was exactly that.

Noir gave a nod to the explanation as Homelander continues to speak. "This is a lovely home you have here, how nice it must be to come home to all of this." He said through the gritted teeth of his plastered on smile.

"Here you are honey." Y/N states setting the plate in front of the black clad sup. Homelander places his hands on the table standing from his seat.

"This was absolutely lovely Y/N but I'm afraid I have to be on my way." Homelander says walking away from the table.

"Oh, I'm glad you liked it." She replied as Homelander looked between the couple with a closed lipped smile.

"I'm just show myself out." He says fist clenched at his side as he makes his way back to the front door. "hope we can do this again sometime."

"Of course."

Once he had exited the home, Homelander took flight but didn't leave he stayed hovering over the home listening as Y/N sat down to finish her meal with her fiance.

"How was you day?" She asked pausing for a few moments. "That sucks baby, but I'm sure I can help you relax."

His jaw clenched as he thought of all the things she could be thinking of doing to him, all the things she should be doing for him.

'She should be mine.' He thought to himself. 'She will be mine.'

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eternalslover · 9 months

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GUYS PLEASE I NEED SOME PEOPLE TO WRITE FOR MY BBG BLACK NOIR

PLEASE I WILL TAKE ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING, FLUFF, ANGST, SMUT, HEADCANONS, IMAGINES, DRABBLES, BLURBS ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING BECAUSE I AM ABSOLUTELY SURE I HAVE READ EVERYTHING FOR HIM ON HERE AND AO3

AND HONESTLY THIS GOES FOR ANYONE FROM THE BOYS, FRENCHIE, BILLY, SOLDIER BOY, STARLIGHT, KIMIKO, HUGHIE, SUPERSONIC PLEAASSEEEEEEE

BECAUSE IK I WASNT THE ONLY ONE WHO WATCHED AND ENJOYED THIS TV SHOW SO PLEASE SOMEONE WRITES FOR THESE CHARACTERS

AND IF YOU DO OR U FOLLOW ANYONE WHO DOES WRITE FROM THEM PLEASE COMMENT

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plum-writes · 7 months

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Black Noir x Piano!Player!Reader

Summary: Black Noir is known for having a knack of taking over the piano when anyone from your agency is sent to play for Vought. You’ve been warned of this, and although you have played for Vought before, you’ve never come across the mysterious hero. Something you are very grateful for. But your luck can only last for so long.

A/n: this baby doesn’t get enough love so I had to write something xx

Your fingers were on autopilot as they played the music for the prestigious party. Your ears mindlessly listened to the gossip and conversations around you as you played. The music was rather somber, the conversations consisting of information you’d rather not ever know, and no one was really paying attention otherwise to the notes you played. No one ever did, really.

The music at these Vought parties served as a filler. It was there to ward off any awkward moments, and fill a light vibe in the air between the many governing officials that more or less put up fake appearances when interacting with each other. It was just background noise to the dull, materialistic atmosphere that surrounded the party. You had done this same routine every time you were scheduled to play for Vought, and almost every time things went the same.

You got hired to play at a party by Vought for 5 hours, sitting all night long at the piano, and had a 30 minute break in between your hours. The same routine you followed whenever you were booked by Vought. No one came to check up on you throughout the party, or really make sure you were playing the music, and you were in charge of making sure you didn’t skip your break.

So it wouldn’t hurt to kick things up a bit now, would it? Not like anyone would notice, or more likely care, would they?

Your fingers fluidly transferred the slow melody into an upbeat one, your hands now dancing over the keys instead of gliding over them, a jubilant tune washing over the party. You let a little smile break your professional exterior, and your rod straight posture used when playing, relaxed slightly. As expected, no one turned around at the change of the music, too invested in their conversations to notice or care. And a little selfishly, you preferred it this way.

You played on and on, taking this opportunity to practice some music you had been rehearsing on your downtime, those moments being the only times where you spared a glance towards Madelyn Stilwell and the other Vought officials, seeing if they noticed you weren’t playing the pieces of music they requested of you. Of course, they didn’t even so much as twitch their heads in your direction, and your posture relaxed some more, this comfort allowing you to play the unapproved music for longer than what was allowed. But no harm, no foul right? No one noticed you going off script, so why not take advantage. If only you knew about the hidden eyes that were watching you from the shadows.

After about an hour of passing the time indulging yourself, you fell into the light flow of music again and went back to the scheduled sheets of music. You huffed slightly, a little disappointed at having to quit the lively tunes, but keeping the self satisfied little smile plastered on your face as you played on. After all, you couldn’t deny how good it felt to play something else other than the same 12 melodies.

So yet again, you fell into the muscle memory of the notes, eyes glazing over in the disassociation that came with doing a repetitive action, mindlessly humming the notes lowly to yourself. So blissfully oblivious and unassuming of your surroundings at the time. So when looking back at this moment in the future, you would want to slap yourself for not noticing the approaching figure that had snuck up next to you. Because you really should’ve with how many times you had been warned.

You quickly choked on your hum when you felt the weight of someone else sit down next to you on the bench, and your ghost of a smile immediately vanished when you spotted the black combat boots placed closely to your own black professional shoes.

You knew exactly who it was.

How couldn’t you?

He was somewhat infamous to you piano players who were always scheduled for Vought. The many tales of Black Noir’s taking over the piano when someone was playing for the party was one too many. Thomas, a man who played for Vought more than you, warned you many times about Black Noir’s tendencies.

“Aye, he has a knack for sitting down next to you, and just waiting for you to leave.”

You swallowed to yourself now, hating how you were in the same position right this second, your body quickly feeling a buzz that urged you to run. The only thing stopping you was the memory of the next words Thomas had told you.

“Don’t fight him on the piano if it ever happens to you, lass.” His face was uncharacteristically serious, dulled down with a grim expression, his Scottish accent losing the playful hitch it always had. It scared you a bit, quite honestly, never having seen Thomas act this way.

You had tilted your head at Thomas then, looking down, and thinking about it at the time. Of course, you would never fight Noir on the piano if he had ever done what he had done to every other piano player that played for Vought. You were so scared of the advantage supes had on you that you equated fighting any average C-List supe to fighting Homelander. But the way Thomas talked about it, holding a more serious tone rather than a bitter one of having to give away their working time just cause a supe demanded gave you a more chilling feeling than anything about them.And when Thomas had continued, it just solidified your thoughts.

“It doesn’t matter if he butts in just two hours after you started playing, and you don’t get paid for the rest of the night- It’s better not to cause any problems at Vought, lassie.”

God, did you ever agree with Thomas right now more than you ever have before.

You were tense, so tense next to Back Noir, playing with a rigid frame, and resolutely keeping your eyes on the sheet of music in front of you even though you didn’t even need to read it. Your heart was beating fast and you wondered minutely if he could hear it before scratching that thought out of your brain, and finishing the rest of the notes of the melody. The keys faded out, the music slowly dying, and you rested your hands on the keys for a few more moments after the song ended before raising them up. There was another beat of silence as you sat impeccably still, and his eyes burned the side of your face.

You turned towards him with a stiff neck, heart jumping at seeing him already looking at you. It made your hands tremble, and you clenched yours fists tight as you forced the words out of your mouth as you gestured to the piano with a small flick of your eyes. “I- it’s all yours, sir.”

You got up, trying not to make it obvious that you were in a haste to leave and at the same time trying to get the fuck away from him as fast as possible, but a gloved hand gripping your wrist had you paralyzed again.

Your breath stopped. Why? You screamed to yourself. This never happened to anyone else, Black Noir always let them leave without any struggle, what is so different about now??

You gave a trembling gasp, and turned towards Black Noir calmly. You gave him what you hoped was an inquisitive look, but you knew yourself too well to know it was anything but. Especially because he was looking at you dead in the eyes, his black mask creating an unnerving stare that you tried your best to meet. Your head snapped down at his hand that gently placed a little piece of paper on the piano keys.

‘keep playing’

You felt your breath slowly release itself, and you looked towards him again. He was still staring at you in the same way as before, but this time you felt a little less threatened.

It’s okay, it’s okay, he didn’t threaten you, and there’s too many witnesses for him to do something, right?

After a few moments of calming yourself you slowly nodded at him, your once fleeting stance relaxing some. He released his hold on your wrist, and you turned towards the keys immediately with a seat, sitting down a few more inches away from him. Your body felt a bit more grounded, and face turning more composed. Your heart was still racing, but one glance towards the person next to you let you know that he could honestly care less about that. Just play, that’s all you have to do and then he’ll leave you alone. With another deep breath that you would later chastise yourself for being so obvious, your hands started pressing down on the keys, and you resumed playing the songs Vought gave you. Though, the melody hardly went past the first eight notes because you quickly stopped when a hand reached out to grab your wrist again, this time harder to stop your from playing. You abruptly stopped with a fearful gasp, and harsh press of the keys that had some people glancing over before they looked away again.

You internally screamed to yourself, knowing that if Noir suddenly decided that he didn’t want to be so calm, no one would come to your help. You don’t allow yourself to know much about supes, but you know that they get away with almost anything.

Your head snapped up at him, and you couldn’t even hide the fear written all over your face if you tried. He placed another note next to your hands.

‘Play what you were playing before’

What the fuck? You desperately thought to yourself, immediately racking your brain for what he could mean. Is he talking about the song I played before he told me to sit back down-?

‘Not the Vought songs Play from before’

You had a look of realization on your face before you looked up at him again. He was looking at you straight in the eyes, and you felt your cheeks flush for just a second.

He heard you playing your other songs??

You felt like crawling under a rock, because dammit you thought no one had noticed you indulging in your guilty pleasure of being unnoticed at these parties to stray off script- something that would surely get you in the hot seat since Vought was notorious to always making sure everyone was sticking to directions. Instead, you swallowed the newfound terror stick in your throat and, nodded once again and turned back to the keys.

You were still so tense, your heart was still beating against your chest like a sledgehammer and you felt the weight of Black Noir’s presence weighing so heavily on your head that it felt impossible to play right now. But even so, you forced yourself to.

Your hands started dancing over the keys again, and the only reprieve you felt in this suffocating situation was that you had to focus more intently on the notes since they came from memory, and it helped you ignore the person sitting next to you. As time passed, you got more and more comfortable, and you eventually fell into a steady rhythm, transitioning into the different melodies with more emotion now. Everything started to feel a bit more natural, and a little less forced.

Next to you, you noticed how Noir leaned his head back slightly, sitting up almost as rod straight as you were, hands resting on his thighs as he slightly swayed his head to the music. You could see him tapping his fingers along to the notes on his thighs, almost as if he were playing on the keys and not you. He was listening to the music. He was listening to you play the music.

It made you more nervous than you’d like to feel right now.

Especially when people started now glancing at you two.

You could imagine the picture you two made, with Noir clearly enjoying the music with a lax posture, and you with your rigid one, fingers flying over the keys with your pale face. You would’ve laughed with how comical and absurd this all was if you weren’t solely involved in this.

You’re grateful when Madelyn Stillwell comes over and puts on her PR smile, informing Black Noir that he is needed for a charity event, notably meeting your eyes when she says this.

Yes, yes, take him. I won’t keep him from you.

You keep playing as she tells him, just lightly pressing down on the keys so as to not play over their conversation, eyes resolutely staying away from them. You do feel Black Noir turn towards you, his eye grazing your side profile, and you try not to look up once again.

“C’mon, Noir. I’m sure you’ll see her very soon again, we don’t want to bother her any longer.” Madelyn’s voice carry’s over you like a cold chill, making you shudder and clench your jaw even tighter.

She talks about you like you’re not even there, and she talks to Noir like a child- no. More like a dog, you conclude. Her mother knows best tone grates on your nerves, and you can hear the demanding undertone it carry’s when she talks to him.

You don’t know why you feel for him at this moment, why you feel for all supes that have to always be on a tight schedule for publicity. It doesn’t last long when you remember they’re supes and will always have more privileges than you and everyone else you know.

So you’re not too torn up when Noir gets up, and turns to follow Ms. Stillwell. They both leave you alone at the piano, playing with tense fingers and not even bothering to care about the timing you come in nor about how you press the keys too harshly and lightly at some points. You’re finally able to breathe, able to relax without a killing machine sitting next to you.

You’d say you’re allowed some leverage on your poor playing.

You sneak a look at the clock on your wrist, and finally let out your shuddering sigh of relief.

Only two more hours, and you can go home.

Only two more hours.

Once the two hour mark hits, you’re closing up with a small, light melody. One that you admittedly rush through, and as soon as the last note hits, you don’t wait for it to reverberate all the way before you’re closing the lid of the piano and getting up. You push in the bench, and straighten your work suit as you rush to the exit doors.

You walk briskly to it, smiling quickly, and nodding your appreciation to the few people who half meaninglessly praise your playing. You open the doors of the room with a desperate push, greeting the muted hallway like it’s your savior.

You feel so much better already.

You go to the elevator, and as the doors are closing you don’t know why you expect Black Noir to come out at this moment, but you do. You’ve been feeling it ever since he sat down next to you, expecting him to influence a preemptive event after all this, and you wait with baited breath as the doors close. Your stomach is turning in anxiety and fear, and you’re just waiting for the moment he comes in and- shit, you don’t even know- kill you or something. It’s something you’d most expect to happen at these Vought parties.

You were paid to much attention to to not have something happen, right?

The doors close without any interruption, though, and you go down to the bottom floor alone without anything happening. You immediately walk outside when you reach your designated floor, not wanting to push your luck. You don’t heed the front desk clerk who is wishing you a good night, feeling a bit rude but needing to get home as soon as possible.

You get in your car and practically race home, driving a little over the speeding limit, and swerving your turns. When you reach your house, the porch light still on, and nothing looking too disturbed, you park in the driveway and sit in your car for a few moments in the dark.

This is when you feel like you can breathe.

When you wake up the next morning, you feel a bit better. When you had came home last night you reasoned to yourself that things weren’t really as bad as it had felt in the moment. I mean, Noir could’ve done a lot worse, couldn’t he? And he would’ve if he wanted to surely, maybe he just really liked your playing and that’s why he decided to stay by your side for who knows how long. You got lucky, luckier than most anyone you knew.

So when you sit at your table, little dog rubbing by your feet, and a steaming cup of coffee blowing against your face, you don’t feel lucky when you open your phone and see new text messages in your box from multiple people. There’s one from Thomas, one from your hard ass boss, and one from an unknown number. They all vary in tones that an anxiety fueled pit twists your stomach. You open them before you can think, hoping that reading this messages will calm your cramping stomach. It doesn’t.

Thomas: Lassie, what’d you do?? Everyone’s going bonkers right now

Giovanni Cruz(boss): You must’ve made quite the impression at Vought. Good job, this is the type of work I’m expecting.

Impression? Your stomach dropped, and you looked at the message from the unknown number, seeing part of it in the little notification box. Before you can allow yourself to stay scared, you open the text message.

Unknown: Congratulations! Vought was very impressed by your piano skills, and our Party Planning Committee has decided to book you for all of our events this fall. Here are the dates and times, along with the prices we are offering…

You didn’t even bother to finish reading the whole text message, your phone slipping from your hands, and thumping onto the table. You were motionless, your hand limply hanging in the air where you were holding your phone, and eyes wide and unblinking as you just processed what the fuck Vought had sent you.

After a while, you started laughing.

Because when you would go back to play for Vought three weeks later, and you played a new sheet of music filled with the songs you had played for Noir last time, you didn’t even have to feel his gaze to know he was the one who wanted you back.

And when he sat down next to you on the bench, content to listen as you played, you were surprised to find yourself less tense. Less scared. You didn’t think he’d hurt you.

You hoped you weren’t wrong.

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Thank you so much for reading <3<3 Thinking about doing a part two but idkkk, maybe🤭

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whiskeynwriting · 11 months

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Uncommon Intimacy

Black Noir x Female Reader

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Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Dirty talk, praise kink, male and female masturbation, phone sex/sexting, descriptions/mentions of oral (m and f receiving), sub/dom dynamics, established relationship, some fluffies, ASL usage.

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“Noir, baby,” Huffing out a dramatic breath, you toss your head back. “Please.”

Pathetic in nature, both your small sound and theatrical movement, you know it does nothing to win him over. Noir’s shoulders jerk slightly, rising and falling from the humor he finds in your current state. But he doesn’t judge you, he adores you.

“Baby, can I take off my panties?”

Lifting your head, you’re met with the incredibly erotic sight of him, yet again. Sitting in that black office chair, surrounded by nothing but the basic amenities of his hotel room. As usual, that second skin is on, his hardened suit and sleek, black armor. Although, one piece is missing.

“Please?” Asking again, your eyes focus on his hands, watching intently.

He’s made himself comfortable, laying back in the chair and slouching slightly as he touches himself. Noir always started out with a gradual pace, fisting himself with long, slow strokes. He looks so full, and if you watch for long enough, you’re sure to see him throb. His tip is already leaking, small droplets of precum sliding down his shaft in a way that makes your mouth water. And you stare openly, wantonly; you’ve missed him far too much to be shameful of your needs.

“Don’t you want to see me?” You plead, breathing heavily. You’re rubbing your palm over the space between your legs, he’d allowed that much. The only fabric between you and your hand is that of your panties and it makes you ache, the wet spot on the very center of them only growing with each passing moment.

“Don’t you want to see how wet you make me?”

At this, Noir tilts his head. You should know taunting doesn’t work on him.

With a defeated and aggravated sigh, you throw your head back again. Even when you’re not looking at him, you can hear the subtle squelch as he moves his hand. Using his gloved thumb, he spreads the clear liquid around his head, taking advantage of the natural lubrication as he speeds up his motions, drawing your attention again.

“Baby…”

Reaching down with his other hand, Noir cups his scrotum, rolling the tender flesh in his palm while his head drops back with a light groan. He does this while he continues to fist himself, his hips bucking slightly from the stimulation.

Tonight’s call started with just a few small texts; you telling Noir how much you missed him, asking about the conference and what he had been up to.

Shifting slightly, he readjusts in his chair, slouching back more and in turn shoving his hips closer to the screen. His head is still back, both hands continuing to work his most sensitive parts. And he does it all through his laptop, touching himself while you watch through your screen.

You’re aching for something and still, you wait for him, you’re always such a good girl for him. Whatever he asked of you, you did. You touched him just how he liked, when he liked. You undressed yourself when told to, you touched your tits when told to, you pushed one and then two fingers past your slippery lips when he told you to. And when you’re like this, it makes him proud.

Helplessly, you whimper, inadvertently pulling him back to the most magnificent memories. You’d been apart for weeks and on nights where you fell asleep before he came back to his hotel room, they’re all he was left with when allowing himself release. He never liked to look at any pictures or videos that weren’t of you. There was one specific memory that he’d gone back to far more than the others; the night you had together before he left. He’d stripped you bare, cupping your tits until he nodded at you, telling you to lay down and play with them. It intrigued Noir, seeing how you liked to be touched. He grabbed your thighs while you did it, wrenching them apart before his fingers played with your lips. Specifically though, he’s thinking about what happened before this, just before he’d pulled you into your bedroom to have you. When he got home that day, you were already waiting for him. You’d been dressed in a simple, black lingerie set he’d bought you a while back; it’s his favorite one, it looks stunning on you. The sight alone made his knees weak, and when you took him by the hand to lead him over to the couch, he all but crumbled at your feet. He sat back, legs spread wide while you removed the armor around his pelvis. One of your best sexual talents was oral, he’d never met anyone who swallowed him like you do. And you loved to play with his balls, too, not dissimilar to the way he’s playing with them now. You loved to hold them while you sucked on his tip, fondle them with your fingers and palm while going down on him. One of his favorite moves was when you lowered yourself to suck on them, jerking him off in your hand while staring up at his mask. That always made him cum, and thinking about it now makes his hips rut up into the hole of his fist.

Noir can see the dampness on your panties when he lifts his head, groaning when he watches you rub yourself again. It seemed a little oldschool, but Noir loved doing this on your laptops; it gave him the quickest opportunity to send a message if and when he wanted to. Which he does right now.

Wider.

“Yeah? You want to see more?” Tilting your head with a small, almost bashful grin, Noir watches as your legs shift. But they don’t spread.

Impatiently, he releases himself, now using his hands to communicate with you. He often did this when becoming irritated, at least in these situations. He wasn’t asking anymore, he was demanding. And while Noir lacked the ability to offer facial expressions, using his hands to communicate could still be effective in certain instances. Repeating the word with his physical motions, Noir brings both fists toward each other, his pointer knuckles extended a bit. His left hand is then sternly dragged away, almost as if he were pulling an invisible string straight across his chest.

It makes you shiver, seeing his biceps bulge from it, those gloves fingers wrapping around himself as he settles down again. Doing as he says, you part your legs, now wide enough for him to fully see your dripping secret. And as soon as you do it, he’s grabbing himself with both hands, chest tightening from your promiscuous act. Running two fingers down your center, you can practically see Noir’s moan, can see the heavy dip in his chest as it runs up through his throat. He then takes one hand away, keeping one on his cock while gently squeezing the tip.

“Baby, I love watching you do this…”

For someone that didn’t speak, Noir was surprisingly good at dirty talk. The messages he sent you made you wet for him daily, and it also helped with getting to know what he liked. For instance, you know he likes when you play with your wetness, showing him what he’s done to you. He likes seeing the clear strings connecting your fingertips to your pussy when you finally pull them away. He loves seeing your ass, seeing it move and jiggle, watching you bend over and feeling it slap against his pelvis when you ride him. Noir also liked when you whined, he told you how tiny and helpless it made you sound.

For just a second, Noir lifts his dominant hand, leaving himself completely unattended. His erection sits against his armored stomach, twitching once while it waits. Briefly, you wonder what he’s doing, but then you hear him spit. The sound is forceful and wet, and when his hand returns, you can see the saliva on his glove. Your airy moan hits the air when he does it, watching his fingers wrap around his swollen length once again. But then he sighs, the end of it turning into a dark groan. Moving backwards slightly, he allows you to see him fully. While he’s still entirely suited, there’s something different about seeing all of him on the screen. The breath he inhaled is released slowly, firmly, his head tilting down as his eyes zero in on you. The air of your encounter shifts.

“C… can I?” You repeat, this request more timid than the ones before. His gaze is no less than terrifying and intimidating.

Noir waits for a moment, and so do you, before he finally nods. All at once, relief and excitement flood your body. While pulling your legs up you also reach down, grabbing your panties and sliding them down your legs. You make a little show out of it, your happy smirk visible as you remove them slowly, much slower than he would have done himself. And when they’re off entirely, you plant your feet on either side of the keyboard, displaying your center perfectly.

Beneath his mask, your lover’s teeth dig into his bottom lip. You’re fucking dripping for him. Your lips are shiny and pink, and he knows you must taste like heaven right now. Usually, you smelled like it too.

“Thank you,” Comes your breathy expression of gratitude, fingers swirling around your little, reddened bud.

At this point, your eyelids are dipping, only able to focus on the screen while pleasure and excitement begin to consume you. And you know exactly what he means when his next message comes through.

Let me see it.

The laugh you exhale is light and playful, keeping your eyes on him while dipping a single finger inside. And as soon as your expression changes, he rolls his eyes, head lolling to the side. Removing your finger, you slide them over the seam of your sex before pulling them away, showing him the glistening strands. Christ, you looked so magnificent like this.

“Baby,” Your sudden whine prompts his head to shoot up, looking directly into your eyes. “I miss you, miss having you in my mouth.”

At this, his hand picks up again, moving quicker than before. His deep groans and shallow grunts now begin filtering through the speakers of your laptop, a subtle prompt for you to continue.

“Love the way you taste on my tongue…” Gently, you rub yourself, applying light pressure in the exact way he would.

And it’s true, having Noir in your mouth made you satisfied like nothing else. The taste of him on your tongue, his girth weighing heavy as it leaked into your throat… his smell just beneath your nose, thick patches of curls tickling your face whenever you choked. And more often than not, he’d hold you there, only needing one hand to keep you in place.

In a display of weakness, of emotional vulnerability, Noir whines. His free hand lifts, pointing to his chest and then his chin, before extending that same finger out to you. And inside, your heart bursts for him. He misses you.

“Tell me, baby.”

I mis ur beautifl mouth

His words make you grin - you know when there are errors in his typing, it just means he’s losing focus, getting too wrapped up in the moment, in whatever wondrous activity he’s doing with you. In your mind, it’s almost like he’s stuttering.

“Ugh,” With soft motions, you sway your hips, sliding a second finger inside and trying to reach as deep as you can.

Sometimes, Noir could be so sweet with you. He has a plentiful amount of loving nicknames that he used regularly with you. And when he was home, he was ever the doting partner. Everything you could ever want, he gave you. But more important than that, Noir gave you his time, his patience, his love. Things that ran low within him. But he saved every ounce of those traits for you, only you.

“I need you.”

Soon.

Your lover’s moans then become louder, longer, pumping himself with a rapid fist while watching your fingers disappear between your legs. He can see the tendons in your arm flex when you curl them, the ripple in your thighs when they tense. And he wants nothing more than to grab them, squeeze your sweet flesh and smack your ass until it’s tingly and red.

“Ngh,”

The sounds Noir makes force your heart rate to skyrocket, and you wish so desperately he were here to feel it, hear it. Noir loved to nuzzle into your neck, rub his nose over your pulse point and listen to your natural reactions with his heightened senses. Moments such as those created a safe space for uncommon intimacy between the two of you.

Want my mout on yyo

“I want that, baby. Fuck, I miss you. I want you so bad, Nori. I’ve really needed you.”

And when he hears these words, hears the emotion behind them, he almost can’t get to the keys fast enough.

I know baby. I know. I’m here, and I’ll be home soon

Home, the space you share with him, the space that lets your walls fall. Not just your own but his; that scary demeanor, cold and dark and ruthless to most. A terrifying shadow but to you, he’s your shadow, your protector and lover and everything good this world has to offer. When Noir is with you, it’s easy to feel safe and cared for; doting on you comes naturally to him.

“Promise?”

In response, your love lifts his left pointer finger to his covered lips. Then, he brings that same hand down to his other, landing on its open palm in a chop-like motion.

“I love you.”

I love you sweetheart

And then, there’s a pause. The heavy rise and fall of his chest draws your attention, his deep breath, the way his fist tightens around his shaft.

Now, let’s see my princess cum.

Thank you for ready lovelies!

Some noteworthy considerations...

I am very new to ASL (American Sign Language), but thought introducing it with Noir would be an interesting way to not only be more inclusive to my audience, but to challenge my writing style, too. Please let me know if I got anything wrong, or if you think I could have described something better in a different way! I want to be respectful to the Deaf Community and ASL users as a whole!

Lastly, all ASL interpretation pictures were made by me 😊

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tonixe · 1 year

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Valentine's Day Drabbles/Headcanons.

n.o.t.e.s - My short takes on Homelander, Solider boy, and Black Noir, what they would do to their s/o on valentines day and general headcanons >3

w.a.r.n - Mention some nsfw, romantic stuff, and fluff.

w.c. - 806

Homelander

❀ Homelander would swarm you with chocolates and flowers and pepper you with kisses.

❀ Probably would hug you every time, like cuddling on the couch as homelander you both watched Homelander's movies.

❀ If Homelander was to cook you a nice valentine's meal, it would probably turn into a big mess, like as you walked into your shared penthouse with him and looked at him as he was covered in ingredients and held a burnt piece of steak in his hand.

❀ I feel like he would cancel all his meetings just to be with you and hang out with you and honestly be anywhere with you.

❀ Yall would have a date in a nice, classy restaurant, which he bought off or got you guys a private room, so it just is you and him.

❀ You guys would like to share a romantic bubble bath together, some more cuddling, and sharing some moments with each other, as you guys share romantic, and long kisses.

Nsfw

❀ Although with his munch behavior, he would def be all over you, like even buying you some red and blue lingering, just so he'll rip it off you.

❀ He would definitely have a breeding kink, be in the mood for some lovemaking, and would probably love to see you be like swollen with his baby and have your breast full of milk.

❀ That would be his ultimate dream

❀ Due to his infamous lactation kink, he would all over your breast, like watching them how they bouncy as you ride him, fuck out from the bliss of your orgasm.

❀ Like if you aren't pregnant now you would probably be after tonight.

Solider Boy

✿ Just like Homelander, he can't cook for shit, but he would definitely try to do something special for you, like buying you your favorite perfume, shoes, bag, flower, chocolate, and the list go on.

✿ He would surprise you with a lot of girls, just spoil you with materialistic things, hell he would even buy you a car.

✿ If you are not a materialistic person, he would sing you a romantic song, he wrote for you, basically serenading you from top to bottom. Covering you with love and affection. >3

✿ He would be soft with you, and gentle with you like a porcelain doll, just ready to crack.

✿ Solider boy is old-school af, so I feel he would take you on a date like a cute picnic date, you guys would share a sweet moment, sharing a romantic kiss.

✿ He would take you to like a drive-movie theater, and you guys would be cuddling sharing both of your warmth, having this moment with each other.

✿ Probably take you dancing in a jazz bar, just basically sharing moments with each other.

Nsfw

✿ You both be def high when you guys are like messing it up in the sheet.

✿ He would be passionate with you and gentle but also a bit rough with you, like fucking you in endless bliss, moaning out his name like it was a chant.

✿ He would be really dominant, with you.

✿ If he were to buy anything and you were wearing it, while he is riled up, it would be ripped in pieces, basically massacre the clothing just to get you in the sheet.

✿ Like imagine, you both making a valentine's dinner, and you guys are in the kitchen together to make it, and Ben, can't keep his hand off you, and fuck right there on the kitchen counter.

✿ I feel like Ben/Solider boy wouldn't have a kink but like would like to be into voyeurism or a praise kink with you.

Black Noir

✾ Black Noir would get you a bouquet of flowers for you and chocolate, just the basic stuff and I feel like black noir would be a good baker and bake you like your favorite dessert.

✾ He would surprise you with Valentine's dinner.

✾ He is literally so sweet and so charming.

✾ Earving would take you out to a movie, and you guys would cuddle up together and share affection with each other.

✾ You guys would like to eat each other strawberries dipped in chocolate and some chocolate he bought for you, it would so cute.

Nsfw

✾ He would probably have passionate and gentle sex with you.

✾ Black Noir, would be into vanilla-type stuff, with you, treating you with love, affection, and care.

✾ You probably surprise him with black lingerie that matches his suit, like imagine surprising him and straddling his lap as you guys have a languid makeout session on the couch.

✾ He would def be soft with sharing a moment with you.

✾ Black Noir wouldn't have any kink just plain vanilla.

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wisefoxluminary · 10 months

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Black Noir x Reader

Synopsis | Black Noir spends his first night at your apartment as you settle down and watch a film together. But a particular film brings back traumatising memories for Noir.

Warnings: Panic attacks, PTSD, mentions of abuse and trauma, use of the f word, bloody descriptions/images, love confessions, first kisses

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Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there

With open arms and open eyes, yeah

Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there

I'll be there, yeah

- Drive by Incubus

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Noir had accepted your humble offer to move in with you and you couldn't be more happier. You had always been living alone ever since the tragedy that took your dog, wallowing in your own misery as you wondering what being in someone's company would feel like. Being under the watchful eye of Black Noir was probably the most blessed you had ever been. Underneath the mask, he was human. He understood you with absolute clarity and was always there to fill your heart with joy. As a superhero, Noir was depraved of normalcy and he longed to be loved, to indulge in the innocence he had long since buried working with the seven. Now that he was with you, that darkness he cast himself into was slowly fading away and his true self was coming to the light. He may have been hidden in a shell his whole life, but the feeling of love was swelling at his heart. He protected you fiercely and gave you warmth when the emptiness of your sorrow tried to take you away. Noir would always be there for you, no matter how grey the clouds would get, he would be there for you. Moving in with you would give Noir something he never thought he could feel again - happiness.

You opened your apartment door to find Noir standing there, holding up a message that read my home is with you in bold, messy letters. He didn't come with much of his belongings. He was carrying a vought bag with food, plushes and a toothbrush. He looked like he had been running for miles to you by how tired he sounded with husky breath.

"Noir, you came!" You said joyfully, slowly coming to terms with the fact you was going to share an apartment with a supe. It was all too surprising to process. You hugged Noir with tender arms, expressing your bubbling excitement as you helped him carry his belongings into the apartment, which weighed less heavy than you expected. He gave you a box of chocolates and a thank you card as a way of showing his gratitude about letting you stay here as it was a sweet gesture that warmed your heart in ways you didn't expect. Now that your connection had been formed, you just knew your time staying with him would bring many happy memories you would savour.

The gifts had been parted, as you gave Noir a quick tour of your apartment and where he would be sleeping for the majority of his stay. Your apartment was quite small but it gave you the necessities you needed - a kitchen, a bathroom, one bedroom. It was enough for you and your loneliness, but you did your best to make it into a place where Noir felt at home. "This here is the kitchen, and then down the hall you have a bathroom and my bedroom. I know it's small in size but I set up an air mattress in my room to sleep in if you feel comfortable." You opened the door and took Noir into your bedroom, the same place where he showered you with bed and breakfast as you showed the air mattress he would be sleeping in during his courteous stay. Noir looked down at the mattress curiously, fascinating by how homely and safe your apartment felt. He bent down to the mattress's level and traced his gloved hand through the bedding, bringing him comfort and solitary as he just knew he had made the best decision ever. He got to his feet again as he began to write a message as you waited patiently, fearful he'd berate you for how the apartment looked.

Thank you. It's perfect

Once Noir had gotten all of his belongings organised, you took him into the living room to settle down for a bit. He sat on your porcelain blue sofa, posture stern as he looked around the house with piped interest. You went into the kitchen to get you and Noir both something to drink. You couldn't believe your luck to be honest. You had one of the seven's finest heroes in your home and you couldn't but feel more drawn towards him. Maybe it was the gentle, kind way he treated you or the way he brought safety whenever his presence is near. You just knew you would safe under his blinding gaze, that nothing would ever come between you and Noir. You watched from the kitchen as he tried to keep him relaxed, taking notice to her quiet apartment. There was a small living room with a perched window that looked onto the cityscape, book shelves towering over the four walls, with plenty of ornaments and DVDs. What caught his attention the most was the mantlepiece as it had photos of you and your family, all smiles and happy together. He looked at the photos like he longed for a family of his own, a sad glint in his eye. He saw a picture of Felix you had put in the centre of the mantlepiece as a memorial for the dog as Noir felt his heart twinge with guilt at the sight, wishing he had saved the canine from such a cruel yet undeserving fate. He kept darting his head around your living room, lost in the many details of your house. You could see Noir from where you were in the kitchen, taking notice of how new all of this would seem for him, of how he longed for a comforting home of his own. It was like he was talking to someone, moving his head intently like he was in a conversation inside his head. This was the start of something good for Noir and you wanted to give him a place where he felt loved.

You came into the living room, interrupting his train of thought as you wanted to ask him something. "Are you a Diet Coke or Dr. Pepper kind of guy? You asked as Noir was sort of taken aback by the question, staring at the bottles in your hand blankly. He nodded his head towards the Dr. Pepper can in your left hand as you spun the bottle in your hand like it was a shiny new toy. "Dr. Pepper, it is!" You gloated, trying to hide the awkwardness in your voice as you went to give Noir the bottle but he stopped you with a written note.

Can I have a straw please?

"Yes, of course!" You said as you opened the bottle, putting the straw in like Noir asked. You wondered how he would be able to drink with that mask on, but you were sure he'd find a way. You gave Noir his Dr. Pepper as you took the Diet Coke. He slurped on the straw like a child having his first milkshake as you could see the outline of his mouth as he drank it through his mask. You watched in morbid fascination as you drank your own, wondering how the hell he survives with that mask on 24/7.

"So...uh do you wanna watch a movie. I figure since this is your first day staying with me, I thought we'd have a bit of fun." You said, trying to lighten Noir's spirits. He seems intrigued by the idea.

"I love fun" he wrote enthusiastically.

You smiled at his statement as you traced your finger through the shelf of DVDs. You loved movies as you were always an avid collector when you were a kid. It seemed like the perfect time to share the magic with Noir.

"What's your favourite genre action or comedy?"

Noir stared at the long display of DVDs, trying to make out which ones were which. He turned back, note in hand.

I like both. Best when blended together.

You let out a loud gasp at those words, shocked that Noir loved the same genre as you - action comedies. "No way! You love action comedies too! I pratically grew up on them" You explained, excited that Noir was interested in the same things as well. You eventually settled on one of your favourite movies, as it had been a source of laughter and nostalgia all your life. You just knew Black Noir would like it.

"I just found one of the best action comedies ever! You're gonna love this Noir, it is truly amazing!" You scoffed, singing your praises about the film as you kept it close to your chest, too afraid to spoil the suprise. Noir relaxed into the sofa as he waited eagerly for it to start. You placed the disc into the DVD player cautiously as you sat beside Noir, not much distance between the both of you as your shoulders were touching Noir's. You tried to hold back your flustered feelings as you were about to press play.

What movie is it?

"I can assure you Noir, it's a classic!"

You pressed the play on the DVD as the screen came to life, a Detroit city skyline as the title Beverly Hills Cop appeared on screen. Noir felt his heart beat heavily, almost crushing his chest with fear as he realised the film he was watching. It was a film that brought back painful memories for Noir, of a past he would rather forget as he sat there silently, trying to bury the wracking nerves he felt as The Heat is On blared in his ears. His breath was becoming shaky and his fingers were twiddling together in clasped hands. His past was coming back to haunt him, staring wordlessly at the screen as he tried to hide his fear from you, looking at your smile for a source of comfort. You were singing along to the opening credits, telling him what the film was about and how awesome Eddie Murphy was in the role, and of the many trivia that came with it. Noir was trying to listen to your rambling and watch the film with great interest but his fear was holding him back. He was lost in the pitiless darkness of his thoughts, remembering everything he lost to Soldier Boy, how he brought him nothing but pain. He could have gotten that part if it wasn't for him. His life wouldn't have been so fucked up if it wasn't for what he did to him.

Noir remembered his days in Payback, of how he thought being placed in this team by Vought would bring him the respect and recognition he always wanted. He wanted to be a hero that could inspire others, to represent his community who needed someone to look up to. He wanted to be a movie star. The only thing that held him back was his mask. It hid his true self from others and represented a person he wasn't. Vought wanted him to be the mysterious masked hero they could benefit merchandise from. Noir knew that wasn't who he wanted to be, no matter how much glory being a member of Payback brought him. He thought this audition to be Axel Foley in Beverly Hills Cop would be his big break, the fame he had so desperately seeking. But Soldier Boy ruined his chances by telling the producers lies about him, and as a result, he lost the role to Eddie Murphy. He was angry that day as he felt deprived of the success he wanted. But instead of an apology, Soldier Boy gave him a bloody beating. His rage reduced him to a crimson pulp. He was too weak to stand up to the cruel bastard. He was left a helpless but scared little boy with no one to turn to. He suffered abuse at his hand and he couldn't escape from it. Every threat that spilled out of his tongue stabbed at Noir's heart like a knife, every beating left him more broken and hopeless than he ever was before. Noir saw the dark side of Soldier Boy that day. He didn't want anyone to steal his spotlight and would do anything to keep them below them, even keeping them on the ground if it meant they wouldn't stand up against him. Soldier Boy hated anyone who was below him and he would do anything to make them feel small. He kept them down just so he could keep flying.

You think you can be me? You're not a movie star, you're not shit. I see you getting out of line again, trying to move on up. I will put you on the fucking ground. Understood?

By then, Black Noir had enough. He could see the fear of god and hatred in his teammates' faces as Soldier Boy inflicted his cruelty and wrath onto him. He just wanted his pain to be over. He wanted the supe who caused him so much suffering to be gone. So when the mission in Nicaragua came around, he just knew the time was now for them to get rid of him. He and the rest of Payback agreed to Stan Edgar's offer to betray Soldier Boy to the Russians. They told him to conceal his face, but Noir was tired of following orders. He showed his face in spite of Soldier Boy but it was a mistake that costed him dearly. He got his brain burned off by Soldier Boy's blind rage and he was left a man broken beyond repair, a man scarred for life. A man who stood up to his abuser and got himself more hurt in the process. He was no longer Earving, the boy who just wanted to be loved and remembered by the rest of the world, he was Black Noir, an intimidating force of the nature, the man Vought always wanted him to be - dark, mysterious, his soul taken from him. He was forced to wear a mask he hated all because he got his face taken from him. His Payback teammates turned their backs on him because they couldn't stand to look at the man he became. He clung on to his childhood fantasies as a way of keeping the last of his innocence, relying on Buster Beaver and his friends to keep him company. They were the only friends he ever had, and the more he got swept into Vought's antics, he became a more darker version of himself. Joining The Seven was a last resort for Noir as he had to stay quiet and unassuming for others to appreciate his skill. Homelander wasn't like Soldier Boy, he didn't inflict hurt onto him like he did. He admired his willingness to get the job done and considered him a person he could count on.

Noir had no one to talk to, he had lost the ability to speak all those years ago so he could only rely on Buster's voice of reason to get him through the day. That all changed when you came into his life, you understood him better than anyone and saw him for the person he was - an innocent soul who cared about others. Everyday, he just lived in fear knowing Soldier Boy would return and come after him. He was scared of dying at his hand. Scared of dying afraid and without any love.

The intense flashbacks ended in Noir's head as the next moment, he was watching Axel clinging to the side of a truck as police cars were after him. You were happy and too mesmerised in the film to notice Noir's pain as Noir could feel his heart pounding, his vision slowly blurring inside his mask as he was having a panic attack, spurred by his greatest fears. He clutched at his chest, fingers trembling as he tried to keep his racing heart from leaping out of his body. He was struggling to breath, air coming shaky and hoarse from his lungs as he was on the verge of blacking out. He tried to beg for help but his vocal cords were sealed shut, damaged after years of great pain. His body was consumed in paralysing fear and he couldn't break out of the curse. You could hear weak, palpitating breathes as Noir was in great distress

"Noir, is everything okay? Noir, can you hear me?! Noir, what's wrong!?"" You were panicking to see Noir in such an awful state as he was struggling to breath, frail hands clutching onto his still chest. You paused the movie as you tried to calm him down. Whatever was happening to him, it was showing signs of a panic attack. You had them after Felix died, scared of ending up alone as you were planting yourself into further darkness and despair. You saw the pain in his stung expression, unable to escape as his body was frozen in fear. You held onto his shoulders, making sure he was in a comfortable state as you tried to snap him out of it. Nothing would work as you couldn't help but watch Noir suffer with tears in your eyes.

It was scary to watch him spiral like this, to watch the panic take over as his throat was growing hoarse with each raspy breath, his gloved hands wet with sweat. "Fuck....fuck...fuck...everything's gonna be okay, Noir. Just breath, okay" you said calmly, trying to quell his nerves as your heart was throbbing in your chest. Noir could feel tears form in his eyes, bile rising in his throat as he was losing breath rapidly. He held onto you tightly like the only lifeline he needed. You hugged him like a mother would to a crying child. Noir was in a panic that Soldier Boy would get him and his mind was spiralling, fear and agony clouding his thoughts.

"I'm gonna need you to listen to me Noir, okay? I want you to put one hand on your stomach and one hand on your chest, can you do that for me?" You pleaded as Noir stiffly nodded, carefully putting one hand on his chest, another on his belly as he began to let out slow, gnawing breathes. "Okay, and then breathe through your noise. Nice and small for me, okay?" Noir began to take a slow, deep breath out of his nose as it exhaled it out of his mouth. He kept on doing it, trying to retain as much calmness as possible. You were rubbing circles gently onto his back, trying to keep him calm the best way you could. "Just keep breathing for me. In and out. Okay? In and out..."

Noir kept breathing, allowing all of the fear and negativity to go away as his breathes became less frantic and more calm, as the sight of your reassuring, warm gaze and sweet voice was enough to bring back to your reality. He could feel your soothing touch, riveting him away from the panic threatening to swallow him whole. You took deep breathes, glad to see that Noir was out of the darkness as your eyes were slowly welling with tears, trying to fight back the urge to cry. You had never known a supe to be vulnerable in front of you, even Black Noir for that matter. It was scary to see him panic like that and you didn't want to lose him again.

"I thought I'd lost you....don't ever do that again, okay....you scared me..."

Noir reached over for his pad and began to write a frantic message to you.

I'm sorry

"It's okay, you have nothing to be sorry for. But why....what caused it...?" You asked, using your words carefully. You understood a panic attack when you saw. Noir had a past, memories that were hurting him. Maybe if they talked about it together, it would hurt less. Black Noir sat there for a moment, trying to regulate his breathing as he began to write intently. It was just you and him, it was okay to open his heart now rather than keep it all bottled up.

I was a member of Payback

"Payback. Like the superhero team from the 1980s? I learned about Soldier Boy in history class."

Think again. Soldier Boy is bad.

"In what way was he bad?"

I auditioned for Axel Foley

"Really!? That's so cool...why didn't you get it?"

Soldier Boy intervened. Eddie Murphy got the part instead.

"So what did you do?"

I got angry at him for it. He beat me.

You felt your heart break for him, a unsteady gulp escaping from your throat. You had an idea where this was going.

He beat me again and again. I couldn't take it anymore so I made a plan with Vought to get rid of him. Payback hated him as much as I did.

"He sounds like a real jackass..." You said through gritted teeth, heavy revelations hitting you. So Soldier Boy wasn't the self-sacrificing, noble hero everyone thought he was. He never died to save the world from a nuclear meltdown. In reality, he treated people like shit on his shoe.

He was. The plan was to sell him to the Russians. It worked but I lost my face to Soldier Boy. Can't speak because of him. I am scarred. I wear this mask to hide it.

Black Noir kept writing, his hand moving at a fast pace as he tried to get all of his feelings down on one page. You sat there patiently, putting your trust and faith in Noir.

I am scared Soldier Boy will come back and kill me. He will go after you. I can't lose you. I am scared of dying alone. Without you.

You took Noir's hand, squeezing it tightly as you tried to take his mind away from his fears.

"Don't worry about him, he will never find you! I won't let him. Even if he comes back, nothing will come between us. I will make sure of that."

Noir stared into your eyes for a moment, relieved to have someone like you by his side. Someone who understood him. As for you, you couldn't help but wonder what he looked like under the mask. You couldn't imagine how the pain Soldier Boy caused him must of felt as you wanted to protect him in whatever she could.

"Can I....can I see your face?" You asked, fearful of being rejected as Noir gazed into your eyes, contemplating this decision. He nodded slowly like he was scared.

"It's okay. I won't hurt you or judge you." You quietly assured him as you placed each hand on the side of his mask. You expected Noir to be hesitant to this kind of touch, but he just sat there, putting his full trust into you. You pulled the mask off his face as you were left shocked by the behold sight.

The right side of his face was heavily disfigured, charred like he had been dragged through fire. His flesh was decaying, black and red molding together. He had a pussy wart where his right eye used to be, the rest of his skin raised into burning scars. His hairline was split into three, a huge sewn stitch on the top of head like someone had been dissecting his brains. It was a tragic sight to look at. It made you feel sad that Noir had to suffer like this all his life. He had hidden all of this pain behind a mask for so many years, and you were the first person he confided to about it. It also made you feel angry that Soldier Boy would do such a thing to him. How could he wrong him in such a unforgiving way? How could men do this to each other?

"I am so sorry..." You said, bursting into tears as Noir bowed his head lowly in shame, trying to hide his scars behind his notepad.

"I'm a monster" Noir had written as you shook your head with a defying no, tears in your eyes.

"No. Don't you dare believe that bullshit, Noir! You had to suffer all your life. You don't deserve any of this. They don't deserve you." You said, showing your sympathy for Noir's scars and all the shit he's had to deal with in the past. She didn't care how many tears fell down her face until Noir understood the message. No one deserves him, not even Soldier Boy. Noir didn't deserve to be treated this way. You loved him for not just who he was, but for his beautiful scars because they made him human.

Noir took his notepad and began to write something

I love you

It was words you had been dreaming of for so long. Something you had wanted to say to Noir ever since that day he gave you bed and breakfast or the day he gave you a teddy bear out of the goodness of his heart. He cared about you with all his heart and he didn't want to lose you. You smiled at him, using your right hand to stroke his face.

"I love you too..." You whispered as you kissed him, the air around the two of you becoming tight as Noir just sat there, shocked to be treated with such tenderness as he kissed you back. Your lips were the warmth he needed for his cold soul. You gave him hope in times of despair. You accepted him when you saw his scars and learned of his dark past. He just knew in this moment of quiet intimacy and interwoven lips, that he would spend the rest of his life with you.

You eventually parted from the kiss, Noir holding you gently in his arms as he wasn't quite sure how to address the situation. "Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there okay?" You vowed, caressing his face lovingly with your hands as he nodded, staring at your soul with a unspoken, warm love. From now on, you had each other hand in hand. You needed Black Noir more than anything, but in the end, it was you he needed the most...

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amazingmaeve · 1 year

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black noir fic recommendations

these are the fics that i love and adore so so much and that’s why they are here and you should totally support them if u feel the same. give the likes, comments, and reblogs because they’re so good.

also give the writers the love they deserve because they sure as hell deserve it for writing these amazing stories!

i may also put some fics that are from AO3 on here and you should totally do the same and give them all the love and support as the ones on here!

also what i interpret things as fluff/angst might be different to other people and it's just an opinion based.

on tumblr.

ೃ⁀➷ fluff

in the night by @seeds-and-sins it’s just pure fluff and there needs to be more fluffy stuff for noir (specifically the show noir since noir in the comics is literally the worst) but show noir I just love and I love this.

ೃ⁀➷ fluff/kinda dark (?)

in your dreams by @seeds-and-sins a sequel to the fic above and it’s a bit more dark, noir doesn’t know how to approach reader without breaking a few laws. but nonetheless i love, love, love this fic and it’s amazing and you should show it all the love!

ೃ⁀➷ fluff

build a bear by @narcissiah just pure fluff. that’s it tooth rotting fluff that makes me happy every time reading it and it’s just so amazing. also some spoilers for season 2 that’s about but it’s totally worth the read.

on AO3.

ೃ⁀➷ angst/dark fic

soft spot by deleted account black noir is kinda stalker ish here and that’s why it’s a dark fic and he doesn’t know how to tell reader he likes her without scaring her.

ೃ⁀➷ fluff/teeny angst

inner sanctuary by bardsambrosia god I just love this one here it’s so amazing and so sweet and really shows off noirs gentler side and you should totally check it out if you’re a fan of noir.

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dominantslasherking · 2 years

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ugh i love noir 😫 kinda soon since it's like ur most recent post but could u make another part to that black noir one 🫶 idrc as far as nsfw goes i just love noir 😭

A/n: this one you can imagine whichever Noir, whether it be the Tv series or the comics!

My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+.

Backstory: You were a villain, a threat to Vought, but Noir just couldn't bring himself to kill his hunky villain.

It was uncommon for Black Noir to leave a threat alive and basically uninjured at that...he was enamored by you the moment both of you met, so when his rating began to rise after being in a hero & villain duo with you it made bought happy, so happy that they allowed Noir to keep his darling in check, especially if you try to cross the line with them.

Vought didn't give a fuck about the people really, as long as you didn't come after them, then your little game with Noir was fine, no other heroes were even allowed to try and come after you, not that Noir would allow it.

So here we were upon the rooftop, Noir fighting you eagerly clearing holding back as did you. Closer and closer to the edge, you got, slowly looking down to see the group of people dispatched thinking the hero and villain duo already settled this.

Noir tugged you away from the edge, afraid of you falling. "Wow, careful my silent hero, if it were in any other circumstance, I'd think you'd be trying to get with me." Your husky voice whispered to Noir.

Black Noir pulled you away from the edge and slammed you down onto the rooftop's hard surface, your back face down. Noir getting on top of you and sitting on your waist.

"Fuck..." You murmured breathlessly, Noir rubbing his ass hard against your groin, through your tight suit which toned your lean villain body well.

Noir's gloved hand traced against your chest, taking a considerate feel at your goods, goods meaning your muscle.

He teasingly rubbed his butt on you some more, holding down your arms, forcing you to go through his teasing knowing, you wanted to get on with it and fuck him hard, but he wasn't allowing that.

Vought's gift was you, to him, and he was going to treat his prized possession---person?---carefully with love.

Wasting no time the hero tore your suit apart, before tearing the part of his suit which covered his ass.

His ass cheeks rubbed against your cock, it seemed Noir was already lubed up and anticipated this activity.

The silent hero's breath quicked, slowly sliding himself onto your large cock, which penetrated him deeply. Noir was no idiot to pain, he could take this.

In no time Noir started hammering himself down on your cock, not caring that his hole was being stretched, and started to ache from the pain.

However as he continued to bounce his hole down onto your cock, the pain started to fade and be replaced with a pricing pleasure. Upon hearing your small groans it made him smile underneath his mask.

Slamming himself up and down on your cock, felt so good, that the silent hero started letting out small whimpers of pleasure, which was music to your ears, as you began to praise him.

"Oh~--My hero, doing soo--! Agh~ Good, such a ---good boy~!" You groaned, Black Noir gripped onto your shoulders, sliding your cock in and out, with more ease and less aggression as he enjoyed it to the fullest.

Noir's cock which was being covered in his suit, eagerly twitched feeling confined. Noir suddenly tore off the piece of armor that protected and confined his cock, giving it more room to be comfortable in his suit.

Sloppily impaling himself on your cock, Noir finally finished and came all inside his confined suit.

Slowly getting up, he turned around to ride your cock reverse cowgirl style giving you a perfect view of your large cock sliding in and out of his puckering tight hole.

Placing your hands on Noir's hips, you watched as he continued to bounce, you also gave a few thrusts inside him hard.

Noir's moans increased, his moans were as if he was begging for your cum to fill him up to the brim, and so you did.

Finally spilling your seed inside his hole, which keenly devoured it all.

Both of you stayed silent slightly huffing out breaths of air, before Noir stood up, and let out a view of his ass, Noir parted his cheeks to give you a nice view of his hole sloppily pushing your large load of cum out.

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hanasnx · 4 months

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MINORS DNI 18+

“This way, sweetheart, this way!” the clambering voices of the paparazzi build and crowd your ears. Flashing lights of pictures being taken leave imprints on your vision, but you smile through it. Your hands are dutifully wrapped around BLACK NOIR’s thick bicep, and you tilt your head against his shoulder as he leads you through the line of press.

“Black Noir’s girlfriend, over here! Look at me!”

“Right here, honey, right here!”

A warm palm pats against the top of your hand, and you glance up at Noir. You’ve gotten exceptionally talented at telling his signs, and he’s eyeing you from the side. A silent and familiar question that has you moistening your lips, retreating with him to the restroom as soon as you can afford to slip away.

“Couldn’t wait to get me back, huh?” you question, winded from effort as mean fingers dig into the flesh of your waist, guiding you up and down. “You know you’re supposed to be working, right? Can’t believe you needed a pussy break.” you chide. Fat cock drives into you at a harsh pace, bracing your hands on the stall dividers for support. With each of his thrusts up, a soft grunt expels through his nose, and it makes you shiver. Your fingers come to toy with his lips through his mask, the scarring embossed underneath it, sliding against your pads. “So fucking horny, baby. Is it ‘cause they called me your girlfriend?” To punctuate your point, you seat yourself, fully sheathing his every inch. “Huh? You like when they call me your little girlfriend?” He nods, only once, but it’s enough. Tenderly, your cup the nape of his neck, and use it as leverage for how you rock back and forth on his cock. His hands slide down your waist, over the folds of your hiked up dress, to grab at your ass. Gloves knead and smack at it, jiggling the flesh as you take your time in rolling your body on his cock.

“You—“ your own whimper interrupts you, his tip brushing the spongy spot inside of you from this angle. “—you think they know you’re fucking your little girlfriend in this fucking restroom?” At the mention, he claws into the globes of your ass, yanking you closer to him and consequently shoving himself impossibly deeper. A pitchy whine is drawn from you, and one of his hands comes to wedge in between you two. The tips of his fingers smooth out your lower abdomen, as if to let you know he’s right there. You can feel the tip of him right there, poking out. He didn’t have to say much for you to get the picture. Especially when he presses into it, bringing your g-spot right to his swollen head. You arch back with a gasp, stars like fireworks in your eyes as you chase that feeling. Faithfully, he keeps that pressure while you rock into it. His grip on your ass telling you: That’s right. That’s what I want from you. That’s a good little girl.

You’re supposed to be here in support of his newest movie; the premiere had been the talk of the media for weeks. And here you are in the public restroom of the theater, blowing it off so you can leave a cum stain on your boyfriend’s crotch.

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dimepdf · 2 years

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𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄. + 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐑

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. you’ve been going behind the orgs back after finding out Homelanders extreme ways, but soon enough you realize why Homelander doesn't have many living enemies.

pairing. black noir x male!reader

word count. 1.3k

genre and warnings. male reader, hurt fic, literally just angst, coping with the final season | — for my totally dead superhero bf

You join The Seven, taking after many young people your age born with superhuman abilities.

Coming from a less wealthy family with an even more depressing past, the moment you moved to the same city as The Seven, it was like a calling was made for your destiny.

The powers that you had once seen as a curse were now being popularized all over the country as a beacon of hope, all thanks to the right marketing and your kick ass public team that gained you numbers.

Not only because you were extremely good looking and the youngest on the team, but also because you were a diversity hire, being the only and first gay male in the entire Seven.

You loved the stardom and the spotlight that becoming a superhero entailed, basking in the light as much as you could. You were honestly one of the very few on the team that actually cared about being "morally correct". Another thing that you sort of didn't really mind was being partnered up with Black Noir.

After noticing how high your ratings were with any other one of your male team members, you were stuck between choosing The Deep or Noir.

You forbade yourself from ever being in a room alone with the fish fucker after hearing rumors that he fucked dolphins from A-Train.

Deciding that Noir was as normal as you could possibly get, your partnership would last you a nice and stable relationship for many years to come.

Stable enough for you two to even be more attached when it came to your personal lives, and by personally, it just meant that you two would be attached at the hip.

The dynamic was seen as adorable; the tall and stoic superhero and his bubbling, clumsy sidekick duo was enough to never stop The Seven from being shown in a better light.

You two were always on cleanup duty for anything that went back from within the walls of PR, milking the "dark and mystery boyfriend who's an asshole to everyone else but his adorable boyfriend" trope all over the channels of the news and the media would eat it up every time you two stepped foot on camera.

Of course, behind the media, Noir and you really did manage to fall for each other.

Noir would be pretty open about his attraction towards you, showing no shame when it came to his possessiveness. Which was why his annoyance towards Starlight wasn't hidden the moment PR kicked Deep and made you her back-up partner until they could find a replacement.

You were pretty okay with Starlight during the first meetings that you two had together.

You would always have to apologize for Noir’s harsh behavior towards her, claiming that "he’s just not a people person," with a nervous smile as his arms draped around your waist and yanked you away from her as far as he could possibly get you, like a dog not wanting to share its new toy.

But when he found out about his superpowers not being a "gift from God," Vought made bullshit stories just to cover up the fact that they were creating super-juiced babies in their labs. Noir seemed to cling onto you for comfort. The moment that the news dropped, he rushed to your room in the tower and cried in your arms for hours until you could calm him down.

God forbid the moment Noir found out about Starlight's involvement with Butcher—or at least her involvement with Hughie, unaware that you really were also behind the scenes helping Starlight keep her secret relationship on the down low.

You were a double spy on the inside after finding out about Homelander’s more violent tendencies to be seen as a hero. It hurt to have to go against your boyfriend and his morals.

You loved Noir just fucking hated everything negative that The Seven was built on no longer wanting the blood to be on your hands.

Which was why you had to be faced with the difficult choice of saving Starlight when he had his hands around her throat, choking the life from her.

Instead of Queen Maeve, you were the one to intervene, stepping in the middle of the fight and trying to calm down Noir. It seemed like he had configured you to choose the side that wasn't his and thought you out to be a traitor.

The fight escalated to the point where you had no choice but to pull out the big guns and yank back his mask, stuffing an almond joy down his throat with tears in your eyes as you watched him struggle on the ground before running away with Starlight.

It was safe to say that you two have had some hard feelings, the trouble in paradise leading to you removing your chip and fully going undercover to fight on Butcher's side of the silent war happening. You were the advantage they had.

With your superhuman abilities being on their side and knowing The Seven like the back of your hand, you were willing to give anything to help the underground group with their battle, knowing that on the surface they were fighting against the corrupt organization that tied you down once and for all.

While you were off being buddies with the enemies, Homelander was hatching his own plan, intending to eliminate anyone who dared to stand in his way.

The moment that he found out about your territory's response, he broke up with Noir, removing your chip, and voluntarily leaving The Seven.

He felt betrayed and was less than happy. He wanted to make you hurt and wanted to see you crumple for even wasting his time with ideas so silly and pathetic. Homelander couldn't even believe someone as powerful as you could even think to sympathize with normal humans so much.

Homerlander wanted you fucking dead.

But you weren’t there and Noir was sadly the only thing he knew to be close to you. After finding out about Soldier Boy, it was all just too many emotions and voices spinning in his head. Homerland did really see Noir as a friend, which was why he was so hurt when he drove his fist directly into the pit of his stomach and yanked out his intestines with his fingers.

When the news showed about Noir’s death, you just couldn't find words to describe the pit feeling in your stomach.

Seeing his picture up there and how Vought was already planning a funeral for his death, you instantly knew it was another bullshit coverup for one of the Homelander's explosive temper tantrums.

You were devastated, a shell of the hero that you once were. You once had a bubbling and always joking personality that declined to the point where even Butcher was starting to show concern for you.

Hughie tries to actively cheer you up. Hughie keeps his distance, partly feeling at fault for Noir’s death. He’s quiet around you like the words "I’m sorry for your loss" are trapped in his throat, refusing to leave his mouth.

"Y/n?" Frenchie mutters, his accent thick as he tries to shake your shoulder out to break you from the silent trance. Butcher snatches the TV remote and switches it to another channel before cursing under his breath that the program just switched to another news station, mourning the loss of Noir.

"For fuck's sake, just let the kid grieve." Butcher grumbled as he looked over at your frozen state. His eyes were glued to the screen despite being turned off. All you could see was your reflection staring back at you. You felt so confused. Your hands shook, your jaw clenched.

When you start crying, you don’t even realize it. It takes you a minute to fully realize that you are full on sobbing as Kimko slowly engulfs you in a hug, her head resting on your shoulder in comfort as you dunk your head and release all your emotions that all just snaps like a high tension rubber band.

From that moment forward, you were going to fucking kill Homelander.

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mlmxreader · 2 years

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Much Needed | Black Noir x m!reader

Anonymous asked: i am requesting black noir x male reader so someone can give that man a hug finally

summary: when Noir comes home after disappearing, there’s only one thing he really, really needs.

tws: swearing, smoking, mentions of murder

word count: 1233

CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR SEASON 3

Soldier Boy was on the loose, hot on the trails of his former teammates and dedicated to nothing but making sure that they all paid for him being an absolute cunt, a vile little man who thought he was better than everyone else, he was going to make every one of his former teammates know that they needed to pay; your boyfriend was on that list. Black Noir was the one he wanted most, and when the news hit you, your fear for your boyfriend became worse than you had ever imagined; you begged Noir not to go to work, you begged him to stay at home and to lie low until Soldier Boy was killed. You begged and pleaded, but Noir wouldn’t hear any of it; he disappeared for a while, not even you were sure where he was, but when he came back, it was the middle of the night.

You were up listening to ‘Wo bist du’ by Rammstein, chewing at the inside of your cheeks and lips, your snakes roaming around inside their tanks, the music quiet as it came from the television; you thought about picking up one of your books, perhaps American Psycho or All Quiet on the Western Front, but you couldn’t concentrate. Noir wouldn’t answer his phone, every text you sent him seemed to be ignored and every call you gave him always ended in a new voicemail. You were getting more worried as time went on, debating on whether or not to contact an old friend; Marvin had a lot more common sense than you did, he probably would have had a rational explanation, right?

You watched one of your snakes as he slithered around to take a drink from his water bowl, pausing for just a second, to raise his head and periscope; you tried to call Noir again, your hands starting to shake as you listened to the ringing. The monotone tone that seemed to go on forever. It went to voicemail again. You put the phone down, and decided against calling Marvin - if Noir called, you might have missed it. You ended up putting it in your pocket so you wouldn’t miss it if he did.

Sitting there, you felt like you were in the same spot for hours, now listening to ‘Rammlied’, you took in a shaky breath; you tried to focus on the music, but when the door opened, you rushed over, a tear of relief escaping you and rolling down your cheek as you crashed into heavy armour.

Your arms went to his waist, and Noir wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pressing his forehead to yours as he patted you gently. You stayed there like that, hugging him closely as you tried to let your anxiety wash away, as you tried not to be scared of if something was going to happen to him, something awful and vile that would make you break.

He pulled away, holding his index finger up as he searched for his phone, he pulled it out from its pocket underneath his armour, and started to type a message; showing you the screen, he tilted his head to the side. “I had to go see some old friends, I had my phone on silent.”

You swallowed thickly, laughing softly as you nodded and put your hands on his chest, the armour warm beneath your flesh. “That’s okay. I just… y’know, with Soldier Boy after you, I thought-”

Noir shook his head, erasing the first message and typing another out. “I didn’t mean to worry you.”

You sighed, kissing his cheek softly, the material of his mask making you laugh a little. It always tickled. “I’m just glad you’re home… really. But, are you doing okay?”

He nodded, gently coaxing you out of the way so that he could head to the kitchen; he sat at the breakfast bar with his phone next to him, and he pulled your tobacco close. Taking a paper from the little green packet, he put just enough tobacco in the fold before he grabbed a filter and stuck it at one end; using one hand to roll it to shape, he lifted his mask just enough to expose his mouth, and licked the edge before completing the roll-up. He leaned over so that he could pass it to you, then typed another message on his phone; this time, you pulled your phone out to read it.

“You always feel better after smoking.”

You dared to laugh softly as you nodded, putting the phone down in front of you so that you could light up your cigarette. “And you always roll the best.”

A noise that you knew was a laugh but didn’t really sound like one left him as he tilted his head and texted you again. “We’ll be okay. I’ll kill Soldier Boy.”

You swallowed thickly as you frowned, shaking your head. “I’m not gonna let you do it alone. I might not be a Supe, but I’ll be damned if I let you do this alone.”

“You’re the best boyfriend,” he messaged, “but I can’t let you do that. It’s between me and him.”

You shook your head again, putting your foot down a little as you licked your lips. “And you’d be a damned fool to take him alone. I’m not letting you go alone. I’m not leaving your side.”

Noir shook his head slowly, bowing his head a little as he focused on rolling you another cigarette; you would need it to get through the night, you would need as much nicotine as you could stomach. He started to pile them up as he rolled them, until you reached across the breakfast bar, and gently patted his hand.

“Noir, you told me you wanted me to be your husband,” you said quietly, “you told me that I was the only man you’d ever love. And I am not gonna let you put yourself in harm’s way over that fucking cunt on your own. I know you had to step in and have… certain words when I kicked off at Homelander but-”

He quickly sent a text. “It was funny then. It’s not funny now.”

“Exactly, it’s not funny now,” you continued, “you’re in fucking danger. I don’t know what that son of a bitch wants from you other than to make you pay for him being a cunt, but… for fuck’s sake, Noir, I’m your boyfriend and I love you, and I don’t want you to fucking die.”

He swallowed thickly, and continued to roll some more cigarettes.

“I love you,” you started to choke up a little. “Please.”

Leaning back, Noir dropped the half-rolled cigarette onto your pouch of tobacco, opening his arms; he knew how you felt, he knew the anxiety and the fear and the anger, he knew better than anyone because he was feeling it as well. So when you came round and you hugged him tightly, he tried to make it last for as long as he could; he needed it just as much as you did. Probably even more. He gently ran his hand up and down your back, trying to commit how you felt in his arms to memory; he wanted that to be his last thought if he didn’t succeed.

Noir really needed that hug, and he wasn’t really sure if he wanted to let go.

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cheelieve7 · 2 years

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Pavement Rose Part 4 - Sweet for breakfast

Fandom: The Boys (Amazon Prime TV Series)

Pairing: Black Noir x OC

Hello! I really don’t know if anyone is following this fic seriously but i’ll just assume so and say, i’m sorry for the break! I’m genuinely depressed after that last ep y’all lol But my boy deserves a hug so, anyways, i hope you guys like this!

Tags: @joequinngf

For the first part:

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/cheelieve7/686962414693040128?source=share

For the second part:

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/cheelieve7/687694097503420416?source=share

For the third part:

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/cheelieve7/689079191986208768?source=share

I opened my eyes. Everytime i did, i couldn’t prevent the feeling lost. I didn’t know if i felt this way because latest memory i could muster was filled with nothing but confusion. Now every time i opened my eyes, i expected to be lost again both physically and mentally. I also couldn’t help feeling like a total stranger to my own place. At first i thought that was just because i was staying in a hotel but it unfortunately didn’t make any progress when i moved into my own place as well. It almost felt like i broke into someone’s home and fell asleep on the couch.

Ha. I fell asleep last night huh. Oh. I quickly searched for the space under me as if i was looking for a remote. Like as if he could be stuck between pillows. Where was he? I bit my lip. God i hope i didn’t drool. I didn’t know what i exactly expected but i was surprisingly disappointed when he just left like that, without even a note. My eyes searched one more time the coffee table for that small piece of paper.

Nope. What did i even expect i mean.

‘‘Oh well. Consider yourself lucky he was okay with lilo&stitch.’‘

The hell i was gonna feel myself lucky for. This was my house i mean. ‘’I dare him to not be okay with lilo&stitch.’’ i answered to myself.

Sigh. What was i gonna do with him? Was there gonna be even another time i wondered. I mean sure, we’d come across during work. I just didn’t recall a single time he formed a sort of exchange. But then he’d accept the invite to my place and watch an animation with me all night, not minding me snoozing on his shoulder. One would define my companionship last night less than ideal. But how about me?

Now i changed my position from laying down on my side to facing the TV with my legs and arms all stretched out for a yawn. I let my arms fall to the backside of the sofa. Did i enjoy his companionship? I gave one last look around in hopes of a note. So what if i did? How bad could it get? And that was only if we ever hanged again. It wasn’t like he swung by after work everyday. Ha. When i think about it, i don’t think we ever ran into each other except when i was randomly in mortal danger.

‘‘Idiot.’‘

‘‘What did you even think you idiot.’‘ i murmured again to myself. Now i grabbed one of the pillows up to my chest to gain some sort of consolidation. But but... he made a little heart. That must have mean something. I pulled my legs to myself and made a little fetus position, now pillow under my chin. Maybe i should had ask for more explanation then and there instead of simply inviting him over. He must have thought i understood it. I reached for my purse and grabbed the sandwich from yesterday. When i realized i was holding the damn sandwich with both hands as if it’s the most valuable thing in the world while i’m intertwined with my blanket due to all stretching around and pillow safely sitting on my lap, i decided maybe it would be a better idea to have my breakfast on my kitchen instead.

Just when i reached my counter two things hit me. I actually had his number. When i got the first gift, the phone; my phone, he sent a message with it. I never seemed to receive an answer to my previous attempts before but now maybe things would go different. And there were a plate of fresh puffy pancakes just waiting there for me.

Okay, i was simply gonna ignore the amount of things he caught about me and how he did and proceed to just try messaging him instead. I just seemed to have a knack on people’s moods well, most of the time anyways and i wanted to trust myself on this. No matter how creepy it’d come off some things he’d do one would say, when we were on the sofa together last night and just enjoying the moment, i didn’t get any alarming feeling. And that was good enough for me.

‘‘You bitch you actually did enjoy it didn’t you.’‘ i couldn’t help smirking to my own words. It was refreshing to not feel the urge to keep making up a story for everything because i didn’t remember the original story i had. No matter how much i liked hanging out with Paige, there was this need to keep up just so i wouldn’t come off as weird. Hell, i still did come off as one i bet but i didn’t want to risk losing very few friends i had. I took a big bite from one of the pancakes to distract myself from amount of thoughts i’d bury myself in. God, this was good. I couldn’t help myself chuckle. Just imagining him with a little apron over his suit, waiting on top of the pan, spatula on hand, ready to flip the pancake any minute. God. That’d have been a sight to see.

‘‘Such a shame you did so many yummy pancakes but didn’t stay long enough to share.’‘

I read the message couple of times before i decided to send it. I wasn’t exactly sure what to say or if i’d even finally receive an answer from him. But it didn’t hurt to try. I kind of wanted to see him again. He was a mystery himself and it was intriguing to worry about someone else’s background for once.

I tucked the rest of the pancake to my mouth and threw in one of the banana slices as well.

‘‘Oh god he sliced a banana.’‘ i giggled.

I decided to make a plate and carry the fun back inside to my sofa. Grabbed two more pancakes and i randomly poured the ‘’sliced’’ fruits i saw on the other plate to mine and grabbed the chocolate sauce from the fridge. This was good enough. And since it was a Saturday, i didn’t have to rush to eat in as well. Hell, could even brew some tea and treat myself. I quickly turned my stove on for some hot water and carried my plate to the living room. Just when i was finally gonna sit on the sofa, i heard the door knock.

No way.

No. way.

I heard the door knock three more times.

‘‘Um comiiing!’’ after moving over my small shock, i rushed to the door only to surprise even more.

‘‘Black Noir.’‘

‘‘Hi.’‘ hi? Stupid. Stupid! He lifted up his hand and gave a small wave when i looked at him like a rabbit that just jumped in front of a car and got blinded by its headlights.

‘‘Errm, why don’t you come on in?’‘ i opened the door a bit to give him space. I tried to get it together my composure as well. I must have looked really funny right now. After he payed a quick look, he walked past me towards the familiar room. I followed him behind, feeling like a kid compared to his build.

‘‘Would you like me to make you a plate as well then?’‘ i asked, knowing well enough he wouldn’t answer. He just settled down to the place like it was his usual hangout. I couldn’t hide away my smile. He was this unreadable assassin to everyone. Intimidating. Terrifying. Monster. But there he was. Passing rabbit drawings to me and making pancakes for breakfast. He almost looked innocent sitting between my colourful pillows and small blanket. Came to share pancakes.

‘‘I want to try something.’‘ i blurted out. I didn’t know what came over me but i felt so bold out of a sudden. I was filled with adrenaline. My heart was beating my chest just too loud. I marched in front of him and get down on my knees. I wasn’t gonna back down on my plan. Our eyes met. Was he nervous? Yesterday i was tired enough to pay attention to his mood but now i could sense it. He was nervous. I slowly moved up while i rested my palms on both of his knees and placed one of my knees between his legs to the sofa for support. We were so close. I could feel him tense up with unclarity of my motions.

‘‘It’s okay.’‘ i tried to give him reasurrance. He placed his hand to my chest. It was embarassing to know he could hear it all too well how fast my heart was beating. I shut my eyes for a quick second. Okay. No back down. I opened my eyes and held his hand. He looked at my hand to understand what i was doing. After my fingers lingered around with his a little, i placed his hand on the backside of my hand and once again i held our eye contact.

‘‘See. If i do something you don’t like, you can stop me.’‘ i quickly explained. And i did the same to his other hand that was holding my chest. Now it was time for the hard part. I slowly held his chin with both my hands. I was almost sitting on his lap now. My legs were curled under me uncomfortably but i was still between his legs. And god, were we close. I circled my thumbs over his masked cheeks. He didn’t move away his gaze for one moment. It was as intense as if he saw through me. Made me shiever a little when i looked back at him.

‘‘It’s okay.’‘ i repeated. And i slowly moved my hands to his neck. I looked back in confirmation. And slowly started to lift the mask up. I could feel his hold that was following my hands were getting tight in warning.

‘‘It’s okay.’‘ i said one more time. But i continued to lift. And i stopped when i reached his nose.

‘‘Now i see you too.’’ i murmured. I had a sheepish smile on my face, i was mesmerized by the trust he’d just put in me. I kept running my fingers on his bare face now as if i was the one tracing his features. Originally my plan was up to this point but a new curiousity hit me. I smiled at him again with the idea i just had. I placed my hands to his shoulder this time and slowly close in. I wasn’t sure how he’d react so i was dramatically slow. I didn’t pull my gaze from his eyes as well. Then our lips finally met. I pressed a soft kiss to his lips and pulled back to see his reaction. But when i felt his arm wrap around me as if wanting to pull me closer, i wrapped one of my arms to his neck as well. Our chests were pressing to each other now. He pulled me up, took me into his lap and i let my legs fall into either side of him. My hands were tracing patterns on the nape of his neck now. His fingers were searching for in the folds of my t shirt, almost in an attempt to feel me under the soft material. Our lips clashed once again. The kiss was filled with so much more heat now. His tongue devoured into my mouth. I couldn’t help escape a soft moan. And after couple more small kiss, i pulled back and rested my head on his helmet.

‘‘This is okay.’‘ i smiled. I took one of my legs and threw over his lap as if i was laying down. I rolled my arm tight around his neck while i reached out to a piece of pancake from my plate.

‘‘Wanna taste? You sort of came here for this after all.’‘ i laughed and held it up to his mouth. He took the bite in with one sharp move and start chewing. I could feel his content. That just put me at ease too. It was a weird sensation but i felt safe. Accepted. Belong. I liked it. I rubbed my nose to his neck and rested my head in the crook of his neck. And brought my other arm over his left arm and held it there. I could get used to this.

‘‘Thank you for the pancakes.’‘ i hummed.

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Later

Black Noir x GN!Reader

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Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) tiny size kink, unprotected vaginal sex, rough sex, almost a “caught in the act” situation, brief mention of knives

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A/N: nobody look at me I’m going through a phase.

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It began the first night you met, his attraction for you. He found you interesting, mesmerizing, your presence making his focus falter. You were new and foreign to him and everyone else in that room. As soon as you walked in, his attention turned to you. It was the middle of a meeting, too, a setting he’s quite attuned to. It’s shocking you were able to pull him away just by being you.

As for the others, they could tell he was distracted. Black Noir never spoke but for some reason, they could tell his focus was elsewhere, too. For the rest of their meeting, he couldn’t seem to get his head out of the gutter. All he could think about was finding you, figuring out who you were, and getting to know what you liked. Besides, the meeting was getting boring anyway. As soon as it was over, he shot up from his seat, intent on finding you. He wasn’t sure what he’d do when he found you, maybe just observe you, detail you. He wasn’t expecting this, though. At least not right away.

You weren’t immune to Noir’s interest; you felt it when you were in that room, too. When you left, you thought about him, wondered how often you’d see him. You were a new assistant, after all, so you were hoping your chances were good. They were better than you realized.

“Noir…” you sighed, fingernails scraping along his shoulders.

He grunts, reaching up and grabbing hold of your wrists. Your fingertips knocked the knives on the upper part of his suit, the ones at the top of his back. With intense force he slams your hands above your head; he doesn’t want you touching them.

It’d become a regular occurrence, the two of you seeing each other. It wasn’t anything besides sex, that’s what you told yourself. But it was becoming addictive. And he was becoming possessive.

“Oh,” you gasp out, feeling his body weight press into you.

He’s holding you down, his right hand grabbing you as he maneuvers to hold both your wrists with his left. Gloved fingers dig into your hip, Noir’s pelvis slapping down onto your own. The only part of his armor he ever removed around you was the piece around his groin; he didn’t want to hurt you. But other than that, he kept everything on. He didn’t want you to see a single part of him, not even the part currently plummeting into your core.

“Holy, fuck - ”

The first time he took you was against the interior door of his home, his suite in Vought’s tower. It was after that first meeting; he found you about five minutes later. You hadn’t wandered far and even if you had, it would have been easy for him to find you.

You can hear his rough groans beside your ear as he leans down, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. His breaths are ragged, his movements firm and full of strength. You used to be able to count on one hand how many times the two of you collided, the occurrence happening every so often after the first. But now, you can’t keep track at all. When you were with him, you felt lighter than air, like your body could float away if he wasn’t there to pin you down. And Jesus, did he pin you down. Noir always used his strength and size against you, and to say the least, it couldn’t be any fucking hotter.

Suddenly, he leans back, lifting himself from you. His mask is dark, just like the room, but you can still see his eyes; or at least, where they’re supposed to be, where they are underneath his mask. He’s still pinning your hands down, feeling your legs wrap around his waist as he moves. His hips snap into you sharply, repeatedly, his heart pounding when he hears your audible gasp.

“Fuck,” your eyes roll back in your head, feeling a powerful wave of euphoria overcome you.

When he sees your reaction, his grip on you tightens, knowing how much you love it. Something overcame him after he’d been inside you so many times, his passion and strength overwhelming his body. At first he saw shock, maybe even fear in your eyes when he restrained you. But you were safe with him, always safe. Inside, Noir was a gentle soul, maybe even a little shy. That’s why your immediate attraction surprised him. He wasn’t sure what he intended to do when he first found you, but he’s glad that you decided to make the first move.

Quickly, the hand he has on your hip flies to the underside of your thigh, bending your leg and pushing it back against your chest. He loves to see you stretch for him, fucking lives to hear and feel you react to him.

“Oh my god, baby, p - please don’t stop, ugh.”

Baby, a name far too sweet for him. But he likes the sound of it when it comes from you.

He groans when you speak to him, moan for him, it’s so much better that way. He loves it when you’re vocal, evidenced by his grip tightening on your wrists and thigh, the thickness of him pulsing inside. He’s piercing something deep, and you honestly feel like you’re on an entirely different existential plane. You’ve never had sex this good before, not in your entire life. Does he feel the same?

“M-mm,” he suddenly grunts, a harsh, punched-out sound. He doesn’t make many loud sounds, but that one, that one tells you he’s close.

“Noir?” Maeve suddenly yells, pounding on his exterior door.

He whips his head around, the rest of his body still going full bore. What he hears next isn’t Maeve, though, it’s you. Your shrill cries worry him now that his teammate is right outside his door. Abruptly, he pulls out, hearing your exhausted sigh. Noir’s hand then slaps down over your mouth, quieting your moans.

“Mm…” you mumble timidly beneath his hand, feeling his capable muscles begin to move your bliss-filled body.

Noir steps back off the bed, pulling you with him by your hips. He flips you onto your stomach, bending you over the side while his chest continues to release his heavy breaths. His hand leaves briefly as he moves you into this new position, quickly returning to your hip when you’re where he wants. Now if he needs to silence you, he’ll be able to do it while he’s inside you.

“Noir!” Maeve shouts, pounding on the door again.

And then… silence. Maybe she went away?

He decides to take the chance. Without missing a beat, Noir slides back in, hands cementing to your hips as he resumes his previous pace. He’s pounding into you, and with what strength you have left, you move, too. You can hear his low growl when you bounce back against him, the hand on your hip sliding down to grip the fat of your ass. You were naked for him, your body exposed completely. He liked it that way; seeing your entire body made his tense.

“I can hear you in there!” Maeve’s shrill yell makes you jump, releasing a small squeal.

Forcefully, Noir shoves your face down into the sheets, his hand on the back of your head as he presses you into the bed. With the way he’s moving, you’re not going to last long, and neither is he. But he has to go soon, you both know it, so he needs to finish this.

“What are you doing? You’re going to be late!”

It’s not like him to be late; he’s always on time, always reliable, especially to Homelander. He’ll know something is up if Black Noir isn’t in his seat soon. They’re going to find out, fuck. Nobody knows about the two of you, and nobody should. You both want to keep it that way, he wants to keep it that way. It’s for your own good; he wants to keep you safe from them. They’d without a doubt ruin this if they ever got the chance to. He might never see you again if they got to you.

With another few firm snaps of his hips, he’s groaning behind you, his body tensing as his head slowly tilts down. The hand on your head slides down to the back of your neck, now not as tight as before. His ragged breaths are just barely audible to you, only because he’s so close. Noir’s hand continues to move, slowly gliding over your back. He didn’t used to do things like this, he used to always be rough with you, and you were fine with that. But now, after he’s done, he still clings to you. His hips still roll gently into you, his palms roam over you, petting at you. It’s almost like he’s saying thank you, like he’s telling you without words that he enjoys you.

You’re breathing heavily, slightly disappointed in all honesty. You didn’t get to finish and more often than not, Noir did that for you. Regardless, you enjoyed it, you always enjoyed him.

Placing his palms on either one of your cheeks, he slowly pulls out, releasing a low breath. And you sigh when he does it, finally able to keep yourself quiet. It makes him happy to hear your relaxed and steady breaths, your body completely laid out and resting on his bed.

Like his attire, Noir’s interior design was entirely dark, made mostly of deep grays and blacks. It looks modern and sleek, and you were always comfortable here. It was tidy and neat and always smelled fresh. He kept his space nice, whether he knew you were coming over or not. Oftentimes, your encounters were a surprise to you both. But ever since the first one, you were impressed with his cleanliness.

When he moves away from you, you begin to lift yourself from the bed. But then, he walks beside you, pulling out one of the drawers in his nightstand. A pen and notepad are what he grabs, quickly scribbling something down and tossing it before you on the bed. Noir then walks past you, his hand landing on your back and trailing gently along its dip, then the curve of your backside, before leaving the room. A minute passes and you can hear him open his front door, closing it shortly thereafter. Grinning, you stare at the paper, wondering if he wants you to just stay until he comes back. You probably will, the one word prompting another encounter for the two of you.

Later.

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