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messylustt · 7 months

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v.07.10.23 day four: thigh riding ( nsfw )

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noir’s always busy. but your needy pussy is just far too wet to leave him alone. he’s a polite man, always such a gentleman to you. but as you crawl across the bed and over to where he’s seated at his desk, and the way that you eye him, tracing your finger along his collarbone, his shirt loose and lazy, his ‘respectfulness’ falters. he hates tending to you when his focus isn’t entirely on you. even if you’ve stated that you don’t mind, he wants to take care of you in a way that puts you first. it’s sweet, but right now the concept ‘sweet’ isn’t exactly radiating off him. “keep working, it’s fine.” you murmur as you straddle his thigh. “i can just use this.” then you begin to grind your hips, slowly at first. his hands fly towards your waist and you think that he’s going to stop you, but he instead begins to move you, making your pussy lips drag against his pants. he doesn’t want you doing the work. if you’re gonna use his leg to get off then he’s in the right to control your movements. your whimpers stutter. “i can just do it — ” you try, knowing he’s busy, but in response he pushes his leg higher up into your cunt making your words cut short. “you’re gonna make my pants all wet...” noir murmurs, but there’s no protest in his actions. making you rut against him quicker, his lips parting as he feels your heat rub along his thigh. though he’s a respectable man, sometimes all he wants is to see you pathetically getting off on him.

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brianwashere · 9 months

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Hello, hope you're having a good day/night

I was wondering if I could request the spiderverse characters (Miguel, Hobbie, Noir) meeting and reacting to male spider reader who abnormal tall (like 7 foot kinda abnormal) and morally grey for instance will kill if it means that it could be beneficial rather than having the villain go to jail???

(Also who would end up falling for reader?)

FIRST ATSV REQ LETS GO

I made Miguel so submissive and breedable real lmfaooo. Also ignore how many HCs are in Noir’s, I’ve actually never written for him before lol. Oh and since it’s not extremely clear, Hobie’s is platonic

**I do not own any characters or part of the franchise from marvel or sony**

Summary: go to req

Tw: cussing, death, discussion of murder, stuff like that

~Miguel~

Color Miguel intimidated bcc oh my god

You’re taller than him. With his same morals. He’s fucking reeling

When you stand next to him he’ll cross his arms and puff out his chest

You’ll notice and be like “What’re you doing…?” And he’ll act all ignorant like “hm? What? No I’m not doing anything…”

Once he gets over your sheer largeness he’ll become more comfortable and relaxed around you

He falls HARD and QUICK

Even doing missions with you becomes difficult for him, the first time he got choked up or distracted he immediately stopped doing any missions with you

It was like whiplash for you because you were doing all these high risk missions with Miguel regularly then he suddenly drops you with no explanation

You corner him one day and demand to know why he’s acting so weird

You literally corner him…

Standing over him and all angry

He’s feeling 5 different conflicting emotions all at once

He tried to web away from you and without thinking about it you grab him by his neck and shove him back against the wall

He whimpered. WHIMPERED.

You immediately know what’s up and laugh at him some then tell him you feel the same

And that’s how Miguel O’Hara got a shredded gigantic boyfriend

~Noir~

When he first glanced at you he couldn’t help but stare a bit.

I mean. DAMN. What’re they feeding you?

He couldn’t help but say something

“They make them big in your universe?”

The joke surprised you bcc a Spider-Man dressed in all black and a sick hat and coat just teased you.

You laugh some and respond.

“And they make ‘em cute in yours?”

He chokes some.

You smirk at him and introduce yourself

He collects himself quickly and introduces himself too

When you find out he’s from an older timeline

You can’t help but flirt a bit more

“Oh so I should take you to dinner first?” You say with a grin.

You came on so heavy he stayed silent for a bit, just blinking at you

He avoids you for a bit, not because he doesn’t like you or is weirded out. He’s just trying to learn how to respond to your flirting in a way that isn’t staring owlishly

You two are on a mission together and long story short the villain didn’t need to go back to his universe to restore the timeline and was beyond the standard villain evil

while he was fleeing from you two he flung a child into the air and let them drop, expecting them to distract the both of you

“Noir!” You yelled

“On it.” He immediately responded and caught the kid, taking them to safety and comforting them

When you caught the villain you couldn’t hold yourself back.

Needless to say Noir came back to find you covered in blood and dangerously quiet.

It was a sight to see and not one he’ll forget.

“If you’re gunna give me the whole ‘killing makes you as bad as them’ lecture you can save it. I don’t regret it now and I wont regret it ever.” You said firmly, still not meeting his gaze

He just walked over to you and rested a hand on your shoulder. “Good. You shouldn’t.” Was all he said. The return to the spider society was silent

There was a silent agreement between the two of you not to discuss that mission with anyone else. That it was something too personal, somehow.

A few weeks later he asks you out

“Do you want to go out for egg creams sometime?” He asked

“What the hell is an egg cream.”

It’s like the olive theory but with egg creams

He loves your size and secretly loves it when you rest your arm on his head/shoulder.

~Hobie~

He laughs when he sees you

“You been drinking your milk, mate?” He chuckled

You rolled your eyes at him.

You talk with him when you next see hi ma few days later

He just sort of appears around you and you don’t question it once so ever

Someone asks why you two are always seen together in a rude tone and Hobie just throws an arm around your shoulder and says “see this lad right here, he’s my best friend. We actually sleep in the same bed—“

You scoff at him and push his arm off

You know he’s being sarcastic and just trying to get the person to fuck off but calling you his best friend made something in your heart flutter

Protectiveness? Loyalty? Endearment? Who the hell knew.

All you know is from then on you started seeking him out more

You sort of became a older brother figure to him

You started checking in on him semi regularly

But one time he stopped responding and you hadn’t seen him for over a week

Obviously, you got worried

You decided to go visit his universe to see if something happened

When you got there your eyes were immediately violently assaulted with flashing images and constantly changing scenery

It threw you off mid-swing and you crashed to the ground

You had to shut your eyes so you wouldn’t get nauseous

Then you felt a hand on your shoulder and squint up to see Hobie who looked confused and concerned

He helps you back to his place and basically tosses you down on his beat up couch then asks why you’re there

You just grumble something about him not responding and not seeing anyone for over a week

He flops down next to you and lays his legs on your lap

“Aw you big bloke, you were worried ‘bout me.” He says smirking

You shove his legs off and stand up

“Don’t get used to it” you say with a grin

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goosedoes-fics · 11 months

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Missing

Spiderman Noir x Reader

Content warnings: alcohol mention, no use of y/n, first person (reader pov)

Notes: if you look closely you can see the exact moment that I lost all inspiration to actually finish this oneshot!! anyways yea I was gonna have it from Noir's POV but it would be harder for the reader to be gender neutral if that was the case

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The young shamus' office was colder than a summer night in Antarctica. A single light dangled overhead, dimly illuminating the room just enough that the corners were pitch black, but everything else was a bit visible. I had heard tales of the hard-boiled gumshoe, the only private eye in New York to wear a mask. It was pretty dang smart, really. Protecting his identity and all that jazz.

His feet were propped up on his desk, clad in worn leather boots that seemed to have dirt caked in from his many adventures. His fedora covered where his eyes would have been, had he not been wearing a mask that already concealed them.

I took notice of the bottle of moonshine on his desk, picking it up and inspecting the label. "Bit ironic for a detective to be drinkin' hooch, ain't it?"

For a moment, I thought he wouldn't respond, as he didn't look up nor tilt up his hat, but he leaned forward slightly as he addressed me. "Don't blow your wig, pal. You can't convince me ya haven't stepped into a speakeasy a few times."

His retort earned a quiet laugh out of me as I placed the bottle back in its original spot.

The private investigator finally took his feet off the desk and looked up at me. I could only imagine his piercing gray eyes inspecting me. The thought somehow got me flustered, subtle heat rising to my cheeks.

"You got somethin' to say, or are you just gonna stand there gawkin'?" He eventually asked, snapping me out of my stupor.

He reached into a drawer on his desk and took out a cigar, lighting it and putting it up to the fabric of his mask where his mouth would be. "Usually people come in here for me to solve a mystery."

"Oh!" I laughed nervously. Had I been staring at him? Idiot. "Right. Yeah."

Reaching into my back pocket, I retrieved a small photograph, sliding it across the table like an 8 ball in a game of pool.

"My grandma." I tapped the photo. "Y'see the necklace? It's been in my family for decades. And today, it wasn't in the safe."

The detective's interest seemed piqued, at least from what little I could deduce from his body language. "Touched it lately?"

"Not since two months ago. It's only for VERY special occasions." I shrugged, taking a glance at the nameplate on his desk. "Mr. Noir... can you find it?"

The silence was thicker than 5 year old expired eggnog. Golly, how I wished I knew what he was thinking. The only thing I could decipher was a bit of curiosity from the slight tilt of his head.

I hadn't even realized I was holding my breath until I started getting dizzy.

Eventually, he spoke up. "The question ain't can I, toots. It's will I. And the answer is yes."

A small smile spread across my lips as he stood up, handing me back the photograph with a slight tilt of his head.

"Thank you, sir."

The apartment I lived in was quite small, and hardly luxurious. Despite our family heirloom being one of such high worth, we weren't a wealthy family. But I managed to get by. Even if it wasn't large, it was cozy.

"This is your place?" His body language betrayed no thoughts. It was really quite frustrating how little I could infer from him, with only his voice and movements to determine what he was feeling.

"...it's not much," I admitted carefully, "But I do like it."

"And you never thought to sell the necklace?"

"No, sir. It's too important to our family."

Noir hummed softly, inspecting the safe when I pointed it out. He dragged a gloved finger over the surface, a thin layer of dust now coating his fingertip like ash from a fireplace. The motion somehow made me nervous, as if he was convincing me I had something to hide.

Noir looked up at me after a moment's pause. "...Listen, if you can't pay, I can-"

"No." I cut him off. "I can pay. I wouldn't have hired you if I didn't set aside some money."

The vigilante didn't respond. He merely turned back to the safe, closing the door of it before standing up straight again. He looked down at me, and I could practically feel his eyes burning into me.

"...I can't take your money, darlin'."

Frustration boiled inside of me as I took a step forward. "Yes you can. I don't need pity, detective."

A small sigh could be heard through the fabric of Noir's mask. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep myself from having an outburst.

In a swift, almost imperceptible movement, Noir took one of my hands in both of his. The investigator's huge gloved hands dwarfed my own. "You don't understand. I know what happened with yer necklace, I can't ask you to pay me for such a quick job."

It was hard for me to choke out any words. "But-"

"No buts."

"I have to pay you. This is your job," I protested.

Noir was quiet for a moment before cupping my face in his hands. I was aware of heat rising to my cheeks. If he noticed how flustered he was making me, he didn't say anything. "You really wanna pay? I'm not gonna bump gums with you about this."

I nodded stubbornly. Perhaps I didn't quite understand the implications of his words, because after lifting up his mask just above his nose, he kissed me square on the lips.

The light pink on my cheeks doubled, turning my face red as I slowly began kissing back. My mind clouded, halting any racing thoughts and focusing only on the gentleness of his lips.

When he finally pulled away, it felt too soon. I couldn't squeak out any words as he took a step back from me, tilting his hat by the brim with a small nod.

My mind was still in a bit of a daze when he started to leave. "By the way, darlin'." I looked up at him as he spoke to me. "Check the coffee table."

And sure enough, there was the necklace, hidden from view next to a stack of magazines.

#spiderman noir #spiderman #spiderman noir x reader #spider noir #spider noir x reader #noir #noir x reader #into the spider verse #itsv #x reader #itsv x reader #into the spider verse x reader

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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 2 months

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Ink of Blackest Night

Alright D.M. ppl listen trust me on this trust me i swear

Rated Mature | Warnings: kidnapping, soft D.M.

The Lord Professor Désire Mélodis has many enemies, those who see only the cremé de la cremé of society and wish ill will upon him. They see you as a means of hurting him, a way to cripple the secretly devious many who are playing a game of three-tier chest with the detective Mr. Inference.

Yet, in the middle of that match, an interloper had dared to put you in harm's way and Désire had no choice but to call upon Noir to protect you. The mystery man had swooped in and saved you, you could only stare in awe as time for that second slowed down.

The battlefield they foolishly picked is the celebration event held by the Lord Professor, a celebration of the success of your public performance of a play you are the lead of and the success of the opening night. You were excited to share this moment with those you love and those who supported you, along with those who are part of the play! It was a wonderful night until the party crasher came and the night turned into a nightmare when Sir Mélodis is forced to stand helplessly as you are taken away.

You fear for them as you know they will not be given a quick death.

As you are taken and held hostage in some abandoned and frankly unstable manor belonging to a fallen house, supposedly by the hands of Sir Mélodis, you are tied and gagged by the grand staircase as they plot the next phase. Kill the Lord Professor and kill you too if you are not—

The scent strongest on him is rosemary like Mr. White, his expression stoic, yet his eyes are intense as he lands gracefully with you in his arms. You are placed down gently on the floor.

“Tuberose is outside with Mélodis.” Inform you while his owl lands on his shoulder, “You will be safe from here on out. Do not look back.”

You could only nod as you are too in shock to speak as he kneels beside you with blue eyes locked on you, his stare taking in your appearance before standing up and turning around. He leaves to go probably to kill those who tried to kill you.

Désire is not one to let the paperwork of justice handle his affairs when it comes to you.

Noir, you know that must not be his name but the codename your beloved has given him. Everyone has a codename but no name you know of.

“Curious about him?” Désire asks while you lay beside him in bed. You have not left his side in over a week and not left his manor in the same amount of time. “Such a nosy thing.”

“You promised to be open with me when I ask and I only ask questions when something is presented in front of me.” You brush his hair out of his face, “Who is he?”

“A partner.”

“You kept him hidden from me. Is he important?”

“Yes, very.”

“Does he know about me like the others?”

“... Yes. He knows how important you are to me.” There is weight to those words because you are important, far more important than he could ever voice but his actions always speak for him.

You smile, kissing the tip of his nose, “Can I meet him again?” You try to be on good terms with those your future husband associates with, especially when they are ordered to look after you.

“He wants to meet you as well,” He kisses your forehead, “But I have a request of you, my love.”

“Anything.”

“Careful before you promise anything,” He cups the side of your face, “He, like Tuberose, is very close to me, and of equal importance. Tuberose holds no romantic feelings for you but Noir does.”

You look concerned, “Uh?”

“He has watched you, as I ordered and I permitted him to let those feelings grow. I trust him to care for you if something was to befall me. Please, have an open mind around him. He will only respond to what is offered.”

“Do you want me to covet another man?”

“I want you to feel safe with him as you do with me.” He corrects you, “He will be the only man I give you permission to feel comfort in any form from.”

You are confused and worried to the point you touch your beloved’s forehead making sure he does not have a fever, “You… You are serious?”

“You know already how dangerous it is being with me is, I want you to be happy if something befalls me even if it means someone else must care for you too.”

You know like when talks like this but it is a reality you have to face as your wedding day draws closer and closer, the dangers are increasing and the Sir is dealing with affairs that are becoming too emboldening and believes they can harm you in public.

“Désire.”

Noir is not an easy man to find, he can only be found when he wants to be found. His letter details only a time and place, nothing more. The owl is sweet on you, rubbing her head on your finger before taking the gift of a treat of a breadcrumb and flying off.

That night in the long abandoned Observatory, he stands waiting for you with the owl on his shoulder, his arms crossed.

“You came.”

“Of course, it would be rude to ignore an invitation.” You say with a slight bow, “I must admit, you have the advantage here.”

“I do,” He turns around the looks over his shoulder signaling you to follow him, “Come.” You follow behind him.

You follow a secret path in the flooring, he enters first then you go inside after him, and he assists you down the ladder. The place under is a large space well lived in, warm, and smells of fresh food and you see a small table covered by cloth and set for dinner. It makes you very aware of how real this is, that Désire wants you to be courted by another man while engaged to him.

“My apologies if this is not to your standards.” Noir says while pulling out a chair for you to sit.

“Oh no, this is lovely actually. Cozy. Do you live here?”

There are bookshelves everywhere, a curtain divider, and this table. There are three other doors and the third door that is open reveals a kitchen.

“Yes, it is a safe house D.M created.” Seating himself across from you, “I primarily use it.”

“I see.” You examine the food, a simple dish, before eating it, “This is well made.”

“Crimson made it.”

“Oh.”

The dinner is mostly quiet, you try to make conversation but he seems not well versed in how to keep one going.

“I… Could you keep talking?” He says while collecting the dishes, “I enjoy the sound of your voice.”

That makes your cheeks heat up a bit, “Would you like for me to talk about my day?”

“Anything. You are enchanting.” Placing them in the sink.

You talk about anything from your day to the play to how thankful you are for him saving you. Then you ask him simple questions, nothing invasive as you know he must keep his secrets too as his line of work— Their line of work requires you to be in the dark.

Noir at some points is unsure what to do, there is only but so much D.M. can tell him to help in this. He was trained to kill, to remove obstacles for Sir Mélodis, romance was not even a thought in his mind until you came along.

He was surprised when felt those strange emotions in his heart stir within, so much so he had to go to the Lord Professor for advice.

It was annoying to laugh at before Désire saw how serious Noir was.

“Noir?”

“Forgive me, I did as much research as possible before this,” He touches your face after removing his gloves, “Tell me if anything I do is not to your liking.” His eyes open while you close yours preparing for his kiss.

You kiss him, a quick kiss, “Let me show you. We can learn as we go, okay?”

“A-alright.”

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the-faceless-bride · 4 months

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Does anyone love undertale anymore? Or underfell? Because im thinking of doing a Mafiafell story. I just need to know if anyone w9upd actually read it.

#Im also thinking of doing a mythology (hadestown) story... We'll see.#undertale x reader #undertale #underfell #underfell x reader #mafiatale #mafiafell #Mafia au #sans x reader #papyrus x reader #gaster x reader #Wingdings x reader #Butch x reader #Noir x reader

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cheezbites · 6 months

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Headcanons of Dating Spider Noir

✎: I’m going to drop so many Spider Noir blogs from now you have no idea (as well as Ghost… from COD😛)

♡Summary: Headcanons of dating Spider Noir !!<3

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Bf!Noir is more on the traditional and old fashioned side, and it’s the cutest thing ever. He doesn’t miss a beat to knock on your door when it’s Valentine’s day, wearing his best cologne and suit, making his best efforts to look as presentable as possible with a vibrant bouquet, a romantic letter and a box of your favourite chocolates. It makes you fall in love with him more and more by the minute. It’s another one of the things you love most about him. He’s also the type of traditional to open the car door for you, say “ladies first” or put an arm on your shoulder/waist to guide you through bustling crowds.

Bf!Noir makes frequent check ups. He’s a tad bit inconsistent with his timing but he’ll usually come late, like noon or night. He doesn’t show up too much to come off as clingy and not too less to seem redundant. He couldn’t help but care for your well-being. If you were to text him, he’d arrive at your front door as soon as possible.

You just finished changing into your pyjamas, got your snacks and a snug blanket. You were planning on putting on a movie before going to bed. Your window somehow opened and closed, like it had a mind of it’s own. This didn’t catch you off guard, you were used to this.

“What are we watching?” Noir asked, sitting besides and wrapping an arm around you. You rested your head on his shoulder as you skimmed over your Netflix watch list.

Noir doing his weekly and partially late check ups was nothing new to you. He felt a vague sense of relief when he saw you with no bruises, cuts or injuries as he can’t forgive himself each and every time se saw you hurt, even if it wasn’t his fault.

Bf!Noir gave you gifts, this soon became was a mutual thing, where gift receiving was your guys’s love language. He rarely asks for what you want when he gets you them, he just has this divine intuition when it comes to it. You always follow up with a, “Holy shit, how did you know?” or “I’ve been wanting this for decades,” as you happily took whatever he was presenting you with and embracing him in a tight hug, peppering his face in kisses. Most of the time, he’ buys you things because it made him think about you. He restricts himself from doing this every single time he looks at something and you’re his first thought, because then you’d have never-ending heaps and heaps of products, clothes, items and expensive gifts. He just loves spoiling you.

Bf!Noir enjoys and is grateful each and every time you made him dinner whenever you knew he was going to come around. He always had the same amount of gratitude, and if not, he’d show even more than the before when eating your cooking.

Bf!Noir took note of your little ‘hat thief habit’ where you’d take and wear his dark detective hat whenever he came over. He thinks it looks cuter on you, anyways. It slowly became akin to a tradition, and you couldn’t help but do a posh, plummy upper class accent if you were wearing it.

This one time he forgot it at yours. Later on, he came over to collect it upon realising. When you answered the door you playfully tilted it down at him in greetings and grinned at him for the sole purpose of teasing him.

“Lookin’ smart, detective L/N.” He chuckled, taking it from you and placing it on his head.

Bf!Noir is a committed man, he’s committed to you and his work. He has a good balance between those two things. You’re still and always going to be his number one priority; he loves and would drop everything just to protect you.

Bf!Noir had to warm up to the iPhone and other modern day technology, and he did so with you.

He was bored, you were bored. You guys started exchanging messages. These messages slowly transitioned into you guys playing satirical games amongst yourselves before you came up with the idea of playing a lighthearted game involving emojis. He’s not used to these tiny, cute pictograms on his keyboard. They’re all so colourful and bright… and cute!

Y/N: 😺😽🙀lol they have cute kitty faces too !!

Noir: 🪆When would anyone use this in your typical day to day conversation? 🪅 or this one…

Y/N: 😭😭😭i can’tt

Noir: What’s wrong, Y/N? Did something happen? What does that crying face mean. Should I come over?

Y/N: Peter.

(Noir reacted 🤔 to your message).

And when he finally warmed up and got used to things, you guys played this emoji story game; making elaborate stories with emojis and taking turns guessing the storyline - which he was unsurprisingly good at no matter how vague or hard you tried making them.

Bf!Noir loves a good brain-teaser; making him an overly skilled ‘puzzle mastermind’.

You found this large jigsaw puzzle in your garage and laid it out in your coffee table, determined to finish it. It was conveniently misplaced as you were trying to find something productive to pass time, anyways. The pieces were fairly small, and there was a ton of them. As you poured them out onto your tables surface, you couldn’t help but mentally reconsider doing this as you listened to the nonstop clattering of them falling and pouring, like a never ending waterfall of puzzle pieces.

Fortunately, you invited Noir over not too long ago - before you even started doing this. He was met with the sight of you trying to solve a Paris themed jigsaw, you only got around to some of the corner pieces in about five minutes.

“What do we have here?” he asked, taking his black trench coat off before settling down besides you.

You explained your need for ‘a good brain exercise’ as your hands and gaze were still hyper-focusing still trying to fit some pieces onto others. He reached his hand out, subconsciously helping you in doing so like it’s just in his nature. He effortlessly found their proper places in lightning speed.

“I know you’re gonna finish it anyways,” you giggled, watching how quick he was working.

“Probably not. I’m only doing a few, anyways,” he said, contradictory to how he finished the entire thing before he or you even realised it.

You both laughed off his witty habits before admiring the jigsaw masterpiece of the Eiffel Tower. He made a memorable promise to you, gently cupping your face and meeting your gaze before saying it. He promised he would actually take you to Paris one day to make up for it. And how that he would take you to see the whole world together before planting a soft kiss on your head through his mask. You guys spent the rest of your time together zealously discussing countries on your bucket list.

Bf!Noir takes you to fancy dinners. He admired the sight of you, the warm restaurant lights shadowed you in a beautiful glow as you skimmed over the extravagant menu, looking as gorgeous as ever in doing so. He’d listen to you and whatever soft jazz that faintly buzzed through the restaurant’s atmosphere as you both enjoyed each other’s company.

Bf!Noir loves taking you to his house every now and then. It’s size was comparable to a mansion; a dark, mysterious mansion. It honestly reflected him quite well. The overall colours were monotone and dark - although there were subtle splashes of colour here and there. Everything you can think of is in there - even a library. There’s intricate details on his staircase’s banister, an office that he takes great pride in and spends most of his time in and lavish painting peppered around the walls. He seldom lets people into the safety of his house, so him letting you come over felt amazing - it felt amazing knowing he could trust you so much. He always feels the need to wipe down every single crevice before you come over, despite him already being super organised.

Bf!Noir was smoking a dimly lit cigarette as you both admired the tranquil city at night from your balcony. He blew his smoke away from you, subtly turning his head and parting his lips away from you as he puffed it out. You both listened to the wind, the faint honks from cars, vehicles zooming past and watched the city lights illuminate buildings like twinkling stars. It was all such a perfect, intimate and calm moment. You gestured for him to lend you a cigarette. He took the one in his mouth out and offered it to you - you took it and giggled at his antics.

“I had another pack, I swear,” he chucked, not even trying to hide the smirk on his face.

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tonberry-yoda · 10 months

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Liar - Spiderman Noir (f!reader)

notes - Here is the Noir fic I promised from the poll I did! Sorry it took so long, but I hope the wait was worth it because I think this is a pretty good one!! I hope you all enjoy and stay super hydrated! <3 word count - 1,272 tag list - @cerezzzita <3 summary - You live a double life, one where you act like you work at a jewelry store and go home to your boyfriend Peter, and one where you are a criminal, trying to run from the infamous, Spiderman. It's hard to live like this, but a hell of a lot of fun.

You hung up your long furry coat and sighed, shaking the rain out of your hair. "Peter, darling?" you called.

You pulled out a cigarette and lit it, taking a long drag from it. You noticed that Peter left dinner for you in the fridge. You smiled at the sight and pulled it out on the counter.

"Peter?" you peeked your head into your shared bedroom and saw him fast asleep. You quietly walked over and placed a small kiss onto his forehead.

You were tired, to say the least. Peter didn't know a lot about your job, but you didn't know a lot about his, so what did it matter? He said he worked on and off with the police, so the last thing you wanted to tell him was that you stole things, worked for a mafia-like gang, and tried to kill Spiderman on more than one occasion.

He was your everything, simply, and you didn't want to ruin that for either of you. So, you lived with him in peace and tranquility, telling him that you worked at a jewelry store in Manhattan, nothing more.

You quickly ate your dinner and crawled in bed with peter, wrapping your arms around him as he slept. He smiled slightly, which made you smile as well.

"I love you, Peter." you whispered.

"I love you too." he muttered back.

Honestly, you would do anything for this man.

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The next day, right before dinner, you found yourself hanging upside down, falling for one of Spiderman's traps.

You blew a piece of your hair out of your face and looked at the man in front of you, completely unamused.

"What do you want?" you asked him. "A kiss? Because I'll have you know, I have a handsome man waiting for me at home."

"Very funny," Spiderman scoffed. "Those earrings are nice. Where'd you get them?"

"The jewelry store." you smirked.

"Nice try, liar."

"I'm not lying. I did get them at the jewelry store."

"More like stole them."

You giggled. "I still got them from the jewelry store, didn't I? Stole them or not, I was still telling the truth."

Spiderman pinched the bridge of his nose and you just laughed at him.

"Hand them over." He held out his hand.

"I'm a little tied up."

He groaned and took them off himself along with your necklace and fur coat.

"Not the fur coat." you pouted.

"Anything else?" he asked.

"Nope, not a thing."

He let you down from the trap, making you fall flat on your head. You complained as you sat up.

"I'll ask you one more time," he said. "Anything else?"

"Nope. Not a thing."

"Those heels?" he pointed down at your pair of sparkling heels.

You shook your head. "Actually bought these ones myself."

"I don't believe you."

"I'm telling the truth!" you clearly lied, an evil smile painting your lips.

"Fine, take them. But either way, you won't get to look this nice in priso-"

You threw down a smoke bomb and took off, leaving the heels behind.

"What a pain in my ass." you muttered.

Peter was probably waiting for you at home having already made a nice dinner for the two of you, and you would be late again, shoeless and smelling of smoke.

Your car was on the complete other side of the city, you figured, and Spiderman was probably waiting by it to get you anyway, so at this point, you were screwed.

Luckily, you didn't have to travel far to get home, but by the time you did, your feet were stained black from the New York ground and your hair was definitely a mess.

You tried making yourself look as presentable as possible and opened the door.

"Peter?" you called.

"y/n?" You looked up to find Peter at the dining room table with a nice dinner laid in front of him. God, you were an awful girlfriend.

"Sorry I'm late... and look like this. My car got jacked and I had to walk home. And I wasn't going to do that in heels."

Peter just chuckled at you and walked up, cupping your face with his hand. "Oh, darling, you look fine. I'm sorry to hear that." He pressed his lips to yours quickly and you smiled.

"I just feel bad that I'm always late." you admitted.

"You're a busy woman. I can't blame you." he said. "Now sit! Let's have dinner."

You sat down at the table and told Peter lies about your day while he told you about his.

You felt bad lying to him, but he was the most normal thing you had in your chaotic life, so why not enjoy it?

Suddenly - in the middle of dinner - Peter perked up, looking in a rush.

"Is everything all right, Peter?" you asked.

"Y-Yes, doll, everything's fine. I actually just remembered I had something I need to deal with at work. I feel bad for leaving but... I'll be right back."

Peter left the house, leaving you alone in the dark kitchen, only lit by a candle on the table. You scoffed and blew out the candle, walking over to the door to slip on some shoes. You needed to go on a walk and blow some steam.

And just your luck, as you weren't even a couple hundred feet from your house, you saw Spiderman.

"What do you want?" you pushed past him.

"What are you up to? Crime?"

You laughed. "I have a life outside of that, you know."

"Oh, I know." he chuckled. "But it's more fun to chase after you and believe that you don't have an ounce of good in that body of yours."

You turned around, shocked. "Are you flirting with me, Spiderman?"

"Maybe. Would you like me to?"

You hadn't even noticed that the two of you ended up in an alleyway, your faces inches apart.

"I have a boyfriend." you said, putting your hands on his chest.

"I know."

"Then stop." you whispered.

"I'm sure you're boyfriend won't mind." He slowly began to move his mask up, showing his lips first and you sucked in a breath.

"I'm sure he will." you said quietly.

You nearly passed out when Spiderman took off his entire mask though and two thoughts were going through your mind: God, he's hot and I'm going to slap the shit out of Peter.

You wrapped your arms around Peter and smiled. "So, how long has this been going on?" you asked him.

"Well," he gave you a quick kiss. "When we first became enemies, I wanted to start dating you as Peter to get more info, but I fell in love along the way."

"Oh, how awful."

"I guess we were both lying to each other, then."

"I don't mind though." you admitted quietly, pulling him in for a kiss. It wasn't really lying anymore since the two of you knew and to know that your enemy this whole time was your lover made something course through your veins that you liked.

"So what was it you had to deal with?" you asked, playing with Peter's hair.

"Something blew up downtown."

"Fun."

"Maybe for you." he laughed.

"True. I do like when things blow up."

Peter smiled at you and tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear. "You're beautiful, you know that?"

"Shut up."

Peter held your waist and moved his mask down to only where his lips were showing. He gave you a long kiss and then vanished when you opened your eyes.

Somehow, your relationship had gotten more daring. And you kinda liked it.

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fictarian · 9 months

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𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 . ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𝐏𝐭. 𝟏

✧.* Am I seriously writing this at 1 in the morning, just because of a random burst of energy? Yes, yes I am

✧.* Anyways, WELCOME TO THE FIRST PART OF THE NEW SPIDER NOIR SERIES RAHHHH

✧.* This isn’t a request, but an idea that I came up with on my own (surprisingly)

✧.* Ok so, you guys remember that one Tarzan scene where he’s teaching Jane how to vine swing for the first time, and she really enjoys it, and then the two swing around each other until they’re really close and are abt to kiss?

✧.* BRO. YOU ALREADY KNOW WHAT I’M ABOUT TO WRITE.

✧.* Here’s Spider Noir teaching their lover how to swing for the very first time, and the fun experience suddenly turns very tender and intimate 💔💔💔 (reader is gender neutral 🫶🏻

When you looked down from the large building you stood atop of into the bustling streets below, you began to question yourself— why did you ever ask Peter to teach you how to swing?

Sure, it looked fun when Peter did it as Spider Noir. When you were watching from a distance. On solid ground. With absolutely zero chance of falling onto the pavement and dying. “Peter, are you sure this is safe? Surely it’s too windy to be doing this… right?” You asked, pulling your eyes away from the ground far below and instead focusing on Peter.

He was right at your side, delicately holding your wrist while he slid one of his spare web shooters on it. Peter lifted his head up, and you could just tell that he wore one of his signature, cheeky smiles under the mask. “Of course it’s safe, darling. I do it everyday, after all.” Peter reassured you with a soft chuckle. “Don’t tell me you’re starting to second guess doing this, especially with how much you badgered me over the past couple of days to teach you.”

You grimaced, all of the times you pestered Peter about this matter returning to your mind. “Of course not— I was just making sure the conditions weren’t hazardous so that you could keep up with me.” “Still as feisty as ever, angel. Even when you’re scared out of your mind.” He stepped away from you after a moment, hands on his hips as he looked towards the buildings ahead.

“Remember what we said?” Peter asked, and you nodded your head while glancing down at the web shooter. “Swing, release, repeat.” “Atta girl.” Letting out a nervous sigh, you turn towards the the city before you. ‘I can do this…’ You thought, pointing your wrist in the direction you wanted to swing. Right as you were about to press the button, Peter stopped you by placing his gloved hand gently on your shoulder.

“Doll… you know you don’t have to do this, right? If it truly scares you that much, I won’t stop you from shying away.” A smile began to form on your face from your lover’s reassuring words. “I know. But I want to.” You told him, stepping closer to the edge. “Uhm… you’ll catch me though if I fall, right?” That got a chuckle out of him, easing your nerves just a bit more.

“Of course I will hun. Now come on, you got this. All it takes is a leap of faith, and soon you’ll be cruising through the city.” Peter encouraged you, taking a step forward along with you. “I can do the leaping part, but right now, I have little to no faith in surviving this experience. But having faith in the web snapping? Absolutely.” “If you don’t swing now, i’m going to pick you up and swing myself.”

You scowled at him, biting back the snarky comments that were beginning to form in your throat. ‘Just a leap of faith…’ Aiming to the closest building, you pressed the button of the web shooter and a web string shot forward, sticking to one of the large windows.

You gave the web a little tug, biting your lip while grasping the string of web with your other hand. Letting out a shaky breath, you ran forward before you could have any more doubtful thoughts and jumped. Your breath quickly morphed into a scream, and your grip on the thread turned knuckle white.

“Don’t forget to release and aim for the next place you want to swing to!” Peter called from above, shooting a web of his own and swinging after you. You were too scared to even yell back. But you weren’t too scared to think. You waited until the last second (mainly because you didn’t want to lose the only support you had for even a second) before releasing the web you hung onto.

Peter was by your side in seconds, ready to catch you if need be. “Look to where you want your web to hit, honey. I know it’s hard, but you have to do it for me, okay?” You managed to nod your head, lifting your arm upward while free falling over the city. Quickly pressing and holding the button, another web shot out and (thankfully) stuck to the place where you wanted to swing.

Almost immediately you were jerked forward, and a half gleeful and half terrified laugh escaped your lips when you realized you weren’t falling any more. “P-Peter, look! I’m doing it!” You shouted over the wind, letting out another laugh as you released the web before shooting out another one. Peter let out another laugh, now swinging at your side. “I see that honey! Keep going!”

He watched with pride as you swung from building to building. Not effortlessly, but who cares? You were doing it! Peter felt his heart flutter from each ecstatic laugh that escaped you, and how your eyes crinkled when you did. It was the little things he loved about you— both the good and the bad.

Peter never once stopped staring at you, not even when the two of you were rapidly approaching a bridge. When his web stuck to the bottom of it, he didn’t bother shooting another one. Peter hung to his web, gently swaying due to the wind as he watched you with eyes full of adoration and love.

The full moon took its place behind you two as it lit up the night sky with its bright glow, setting the mood even further as you swung around Peter under the bridge, only then noticing how his eyes— or rather, his goggles— followed you. Your smile softened, and you held onto your current web as your circles around him slowed with each one that passed.

It didn’t take long until you were at a complete stop, hanging onto your web right in front of him. Peter reached towards you, his gloved hand gently caressing your face before whispering “You’re absolutely breathtaking, darling.” You leaned into his touch, his words only making the butterflies in your stomach worse.

With your free hand, you reached towards his face and gently grasped the bottom of Peter’s mask, pulling it up just enough for his lips to be exposed. “I love you, Peter.” And after those words were said, you leaned forward and gently pressed your lips against his. A heat began to rise up Peter’s neck, and he didn’t waste any time to tenderly kiss you back.

The moon seemed to glow even brighter during this intimate moment, outlining yours and Peter’s figures and casting a shadow onto the ground below you. You two took your time, only breaking the kiss when both of you were out of breath. And even then, neither of you fully separated. Peter’s nose lightly bumped into yours, causing you to quietly giggle against his lips.

God, what a night.

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pinksugarscrub · 7 months

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Red

Spider Noir x fem! reader

Scenario: Post by @faithrainee (Thank you for the inspiration <3).

Noir hadn’t seen a party of such grandeur and stature since it was declared the Japanese had surrendered. White paper converted into confetti trickling down the streets of New York like feathers.

The streamers and balloons in the cafeteria of HQ practically caused his head to spin as he walked around the perimeter. The various shades and tints of just one singular color, white. Iridescent like a pearl and small splashes of navy blue to offset the sleek design of Nueva York, just outside.

The hero adorned a classic suit with, of course, his signature fedora. The blue tie Peter B. had lent him wrapped securely around the collar of his white button up. A handkerchief tucked into the breast pocket of his jacket.

He pushed his round glasses back up onto the bridge of his nose as he searched for you.

You had been planning this event since the fiasco with Miles from 1610 and Cannon events. Hoping to push start the New Year with a new sense of purpose.

Working for the Daily Bugle not only allowed you flex your creative muscles as both a photographer and a writer but gave you the opportunity to indulge in lavish parties. Frequently thrown by large corporations (There may or may not have been attempts to crash said parties). The opurtunities filled you with inspiration for months.

Noir’s eyes flitted from Spider to Spider until he finally managed to see you through the thick crowd. Your hair in it’s signature hairstyle. What he didn’t expect, however, was the form fitting dress you adorned. The blue silk draping over you like water. It left him breathless and for a moment it was as if it was just the two of you. The music sounding muffled and distorted.

It was so cliche, like the scene from Romeo and Juliet.

Feeling someone’s gaze, you turned. The shiny gloss on your lips being accentuated by the rapidly changing lights. It took a matter a seconds but it felt like hours before to two of you finally met in the center of the dance floor.

“Mr. Parker,” you laughed. Brushing a stray strand of hair away from your face as a light blush dusted your cheeks.

Noir never got tired of seeing the many ways color affected your form. He never got tired of the way his presence seemed to affect you. He murmured your name against your skin in return. Pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

As mesmerizing as Noir found you, you were just as captivated by him. His deep and dark eyes holding more emotion than you thought possible as he stared up at you. His irises reflecting the sudden flecks of white light that replaced the previous neon lights.

His heart stopped as he followed each beam with his finger. Turning to you for some sort of explanation to which you grinned and gently tilted his chin up to see the disco ball. The panels glinting like diamonds would under the sun. Like stars tricking down from the sky to coat you in an almost ethereal glow.

He doesn’t notice that everyone has started counting down. Not when you eyes light up like that. Not when your hands go up to cup his cheeks so tenderly he feels faint. Not when you lips are against his and he can taste the flavor of your gloss.

If colors expressed feelings, emotions. Peter was sure he was feeling every shade of red.

#atsv #itsv #spider noir #spider man noir #noir x reader #x reader #reader insert #fluff

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a-weird-writer · 2 years

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It's interesting that Diablo doesn't stir even in front of an eldritch entity, any human would probs go mad when seeing an eldritch true form but Diablo keeps together. I love all the little details you mention, especially when it comes to the descriptions of madness and the inhuman similarities he and eldritch reader share. Honestly he would prefer the true form probably.

Thank you, I love writing horror!

Gore gives me brain rot; I'm melting beneath the monsters that wanna rip me apart and the horrors that wanna destroy the planet. Eldritches and the moral concept of the mind, horror and scares send me in a massive spiral, with the drama and suspense packed into it? Amazing!

It's a whole lotta fun to run deep into, and its great practice if you ever want a feel for the horror genre. There are so many things you can do, more things to experiment with. I own a bookcase full of horror I admire revisiting, my inspiration mainly stems from them and other books I grew up with.

It made sense to me that Diablo wouldn't flinch in front of an Eldritch, given why and how he acts in TTIGRAAS canon. He is by no means a fool, and even more merciless. Less so to his kind and those separate in inhumanity, to which you are an upmost product of. A pinacol of extreme strain furthest thing from human, a foreign definition of unbalance further then demons themselves. Just more reasons to show no weakness, with you at a level of 'supernatural' Diablo could never physically reach no matter what form he evolves or achieves.

It takes an enormous amount of effort to intimate, let alone flinch, Diablo the slightest bit, head straight and his back even straighter. He is pretty fearless and cares not for the contrary. I said multiple times before, Diablo is completely unmoved by appearances all together, even ones meant to...

'unhinge' the brain.

The thing with Diablo is not only is he inhuman, but also extremely experienced. In other words, knowledgeable in more ways than one in good and evil. He knows quite a lot and knows exactly how useful-and dangerous-such knowledge is. Well informed of the powers and possible secrets beyond his world. As there are always shadows, he has only seen near all. Powers ahead and behind, in between and hidden, waiting for the light to drive them out. You are just another shadow, in need of studying, yet another secret to be revealed.

Uncovering thought and purpose is what Diablo specializes in, leaving no stone, vein and magicule unturned. Pride is Diablo's sin, and he absolutely shows it. There is no silliness with Diablo-even in the games he plays-only a master of the chess board, who aims to use his pawns to the fullest potential and predict the moves of his opponent long before they make it. In fact, it's something he is passionate about; the excitement, the amount of pleasure and satisfaction he gains from unveiling an ancient mystery, unraveling the world's lost wonders over yonder.

And what greater mystery then you?

A glitch, tearing solar wind in space, and a mistake in natural design?

No degree of science, experience in this universe or understanding could ever comprehend you, not when they measure with normalcy. No one who is normal, no one who is human could ever hope to survive singularity, your unstable, unchained self.

Your existence, the proof of a where above the atmosphere, requires a substantial amount of sheer will power and understanding-assuming you could be understood entirely-to even keep oneself' together, so much so you have to stabilize and simplify yourself beyond to walk amongst people,

even then it's still a stretched maybe.

Seeing as Diablo is a primordial demon that committed his fair share of atrocities within or outside Rimuru's rule,

no person in their right mind would call Diablo normal.

Diablo is a demonic weapon of mass destruction. He witnessed madness and insanity aplenty in his line of work, in all his centuries of walking the Earth. Downfalls of angels, humans and their greedy spiral for power and wealth. As well as fellow calamities, falling victim to their destruction and despair. Evidenced further by the primordial Demon Lords and their flow in the natural world, the innate fear they strike and the mayhem-all life devested within their range-they bring forth. To both innocent and deserving.

While Diablo is not immune to trauma, he experiences it vastly different than how normal people do, as expected from an ancient demon.

Cold as ice, incredibly discreet and ever most loyal to a fault. An enigma as you are, unpredictable and crafty as they may come. A shadow in a shadow, a secret of secrets. A riddle designed to confuse and overwhelm the morals, driven with very keen interest in the unknown and the mysteries of his world, the offers on the harsh outside.

Diablo is one of the few people who will effectively stand up to intense beings like Eldritches and some of the fewer that can come to understand them-or in this case you-individually and carefully. Or relate to them on certain scales.

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mothgodofchaos · 7 months

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Noir for the SFW alphabet game with the letters K, H and D please <3

D - Domestic:

He's the type to want to come home to a relaxing environment, but due to the nature of his job doesn't really have the time to maintain it. His cooking skills are minimal, basically enough to make the three things he'll consistently eat. He's not messy, but he does feel the need to clean up his house when he has a day off. Anything you can do to help ease that load off of him would be another way into his heart.

H - Hugs:

He's not the type to do traditional hugs all that much, at most he may do a side hug as he presses a kiss to your temple. But he will put his arm around you on the sofa, and hold you at night so he can sleep.

K - Kisses:

He'll just lean over and press a kiss to your temple if you're leaning against him, or he sneaks up on you and briefly holds you close. By far his favorite place.

#noir x reader #iswm #in space with markiplier #mc monologue #chaosanswers

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messylustt · 6 months

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v.21.10.23 day eleven: sensory deprivation ( nsfw )

blinded — spider noir ( spiderverse ) : noir knew you had a boyfriend. he knew how wrong his thoughts of you were. but when the opportunity to touch you presented itself, how could he refuse?

marks your boyfriend’s name is kit. noir pretending to be your boyfriend. dub con (you’re consenting but u think it’s ur bf). bondage. eating out. fingering. p in v. blindfold (sight depravation).

“shh.” a man’s voice made your movements cease for a moment your brows furrowing. “…kit?” you ask, your vision black, even as you blink. it must be him. you could then feel his hands skim up your sides. “what are you—“

“just relax.” his voice was merely a low whisper, as his hands found their way under the loose shirt you adorned. it was meant for sleep. you were meant to be asleep. his stroking palms along your skin are sending shivers down your spine. you move to reach up for your eyes, feeling the fabric of a cloth, but he just grabs your wrists, the same type of material now being wrapped around them. “kit…what is this?” but he gives you no answer as he ties your wrists to the head of the bed.

then his hands are on your body again, nudging your shirt up. through his experimental grazes and brushes your core starts to heat up, your stomach contracting. his touches feel more intense, more noticeable without your usual ability to see. then his wandering hands completely leave you, leave you there on your bed to wait, your breathing coming out sharper. you lick your rather chapped lips as you then hear the shuffle of what sounds to be clothing, your ears now trained onto your boyfriend’s breath intake. it’s picking up.

you then feel the bed dip, the subtle creak making your breathing hitch. then your duvet is being pulled back, leaving your legs to curl up, but a pair of knees get in the way, spreading your legs a fraction, before fingers move to grip the waist band of your pajama pants. your hips shift as you move your feet along your sheets, your words seemingly caught. “it’s okay.” he murmurs, lifting your back up effortlessly as he pulls down your pants, leaving you in your panties and nudged up shirt.

it’s silent for a moment. no move or shift can be heard, just breathing. maybe he’s watching you, the thought leaving your thighs to press together. this must be a new kink kit forgot to tell you about. and that’s when he finally moves, placing two hands on your calves and pulling your legs apart. your skin is tingly. the heightened unexpectedness of this seemed to make your pulse beat faster. “kit…” you trail off a little lighter, trying for his name. “hm?” he hums, now gliding his hands all the way up your legs. “keep them open.” his voice is a whisper, almost hard to recognise.

the bed shifts again, as his hand moves to your inner thigh, before pressing against your clothed cunt. you were already wet as your feet shuffled against your sheets. then he begins to rub up and down your panties, pressing harder against your clit when he would pass it. small moans have begun to leave you. all your senses heightened, including touch. “i didn’t know you were into this.” you say, a tad breathless. in response he just rubs in circles, making your head tilt back against your pillow. “stop teasing…please.” you mutter.

he finally slows his fingers movements to slip them into your panties by your hips, pulling them down your legs. this time you lift your hips for him, as your pussy beats with anticipation. with your panties assumably tossed aside you widen your legs again, and you can hear an audible hitch of breath. you slightly chuckle. “it’s not like you haven’t seen me like this before.”

that’s when all of a sudden the bed is dipping closer to you, your legs suddenly being lifted onto a pair of shoulders as his mouth wraps around your clit, immediately sucking, licking and nipping. your head is knocking further back as your hands are clenched in fists in your restraints. “oh…god, kit…” you whimper out. you can feel his tongue slow for only a second before he continues, sucking harsher now. his grip on your thighs is digging in as he laps at your weeping cunt.

he teases your clenching hole with his spit, as he dribbles, only his warm breath felt after. you don’t know what he’s doing. all you want is to push his head back between your legs, your restraints audibly straining against your headboard. “please…babe, please.” your hips buck up, and you can feel his nose graze over your puffy clit, as your breathing quickens.

that’s when you feel two thick fingers instantly insert themselves into you, making your moan sound more like a scream with how much they stretched you. he begins to thrust them in and out, your head turning to the side against your pillow as your hips grind down into his fingers. his mouth is now back on your clit as his fingers curl. “o-oh fuck—“ you babble out as one of his hands creep up under your shirt, his hand splaying across your chest as he plays with your tits.

you can hear him mumble something into your pussy, something that sounds like ‘i’m sorry’. but you must have misheard with your dizzy mind and clear sound of your arousal. you soon reach the brink of an orgasm murmuring anything and begging him to let you cum. he doesn’t disappoint licking at your clit as he fingers you over the edge. all you are right now are your stuttering hips and an open mouth. panting and catching your breath.

you expect him to untie you now. kit’s preferred position was always cowgirl. but your wrists stay restrained, hellbent a little looser with your tugging on them. if you moved enough you could probably slip out of them. but that thought quickly left you the moment you heard the clank of a belt and more shuffling of clothes. “can i?” his voice is yet again an unidentifiable whisper. you nod, widening your legs again. he doesn’t waste time, kneeling between your legs as the sound of his cock slapping against his stomach meets your ears.

you’re pussy is clenching around nothing as you wait in anticipation. his cock nudges against your folds, as you bite your lip. “no teasing, please.” you say, again struggling with the restraints. almost instantly you can feel the head of his cock push into your pussy, making it instinctively clench. he taps at your inner thigh. “loosen up.” he murmurs, as you do your best, relaxing your walls. he pushes further in, and that’s when your mind pauses. maybe you were remembering wrong but kit’s cock didn’t feel as big as this. he was big but not this big.

but his cock is already thrusting inside you, finding your g-spot extremely quickly as you can hear him mutter breathless things under his breath. “so tight…” being one of them, almost in awe. his hands are gripping at your hips, pulling you onto his cock as he fucks you, his body now much closer to yours. fuck. kit’s cock is definitely not this big. the stretch is making you choke on your moans. your restraints are loosening, your consistent tugging making them give. not to mention your sweat making it easier to slip out of them.

all you can feel is pleasure as you try to focus your mind. “k-kit?” you manage. “shh…it’s okay…you’re okay.” he murmurs out a little louder now. wait…that didn’t sound like… you manage to slip out of your restraints and swiftly pull your blindfold off. you meet the gaze of noir. your eyes widen along with your mouth, because his thrusting has quickened inside you, making involuntary whines and whimpers leave you. “noir—“

noir’s gaze darts, he looks almost apologetic. but not enough to slow down as he instead swiftly leans forward and kisses you. “‘m sorry…’m so sorry…you’re just so…” noir murmurs against your lips, not being able to finish, before his kisses move to your cheek and jawline. these kisses are sweet, in contrast with his desperate fucking. “tell me to stop.” he says, brushing some of your hair from your neck as he continues to fuck you. “tell me. to stop.” he says again, this time meeting your gaze.

but when you say nothing, mind a daze as you just stare at him, lips parted, noir mutters obscenely under his breath as his head hits the crook of your neck, his cock twitching inside of you. you should stop this. stop him. but it just… “‘feel so good…” noir mutters into your neck placing sloppy kisses as his thrusts soon match. you let your head knock back as his hand moves down to rub at your clit. “can you cum? i need you to cum...” he says. he wanted you to cum first. “come on, please sweetheart.”

and that’s all it took for more pathetic moans to leave you, your orgasm hitting. noir sighed in relief, finally giving into his orgasm, his body heaving against yours. soon your heartbeats match, as you can feel him slowly pull out of you. you’re in shock, your post-orgasmic state making you gulp. noir’s fingers move to brush over your bottom lip, some of your drool coated there. your gaze is questionable. “i couldn’t...” he mutters, drifting off, as he continues to get your spit all over the pads of his fingers. “even…even if it meant…” his breath is heavy. “…pretending to be your boyfriend.”

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qiuweyballs · 5 months

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noir shit incoming im dry heaving

#chewy writes ♪#itsv noir #noir x reader

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sukisprettyface · 10 months

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should i make incorrect quotes for atsv

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ghxstmxchine · 10 months

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ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱʜɪᴘ ʙʀᴀᴄᴇʟᴇᴛꜱ

ᴍɪʟᴇꜱ is always absentmindedly playing with it, twirling the loose ends around his finger and shifting it from one wrist to the other throughout the day. He’s stressed, being spiderman isn’t easy, but there’s a comfort that comes with the bracelet. He always smiles when he glances down at the beads spelling out your initials, knowing that once this whole stressful day is over he can finally unwind with you later. It’s a constant reminder to keep pushing.

ʜᴏʙɪᴇ keeps it tied around his wrist tight, lost amongst his many silver bracelets and studded cuffs but the pop of color from the carefully chosen threads stands out. It clashes with the rest of his punk persona but he’s always one to favor handmade gifts, sticking it to capitalism or something. But it’s also the fact it came from you that he can’t help but love it, even at the end of the day when he’s shed the studded jewelry and heavy leather jacket, the bracelet stays on.

ᴘᴀᴠɪᴛʀ treats it like it’s made from solid gold, something to be cherished and worn until the threads have come undone. It’s almost impossible to catch him without the bracelet on, only taking it off when deemed unsafe to wear it. He couldn’t stop talking about it the minute you’d given him the bracelet, quick to interject conversations with other spiders just so he can show off your work with pride. He’s beaming brighter than the sun, there’s something so sweet in how much he adores everything that reminds him of you.

ɢᴡᴇɴ was more nervous than excited at first, the last thing she wanted to do was break something you put the time and effort into making her. She at first hides it in her drum kit where she keeps all other things she loves, too scared to accidentally ruin it. But you reassure her it’s okay, it’s just a simple threaded bracelet. Just cherish it while she has it, she always has you to make another. She wears it more often now, sometimes coming to you under the guise of having you “fix” it but she just wants to see you.

ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ rolls his eyes when you offer him it, but still begrudgingly holds out his arm so you can tie it onto his wrist. He tells you the minute it gets in the way he’ll take it off, but it’s been tied firmly around his wrist for months with no intention of budging. He may act like it’s just a simple bracelet but you’ve seen how his eyes soften whenever he’s toying with it, a gentle smile wavering across his face as he straightens out the letter beads and makes sure no threads are loose.

ɴᴏɪʀ helps you make it, he’s unsure of what colors he’s picking out but likes the ones that are so different in their shades. He trusts you to make him something beautiful, watching intently as you carefully make the bracelet for him. For him, you focus on design rather than color, the knots pulling together into a pretty daisy chain made from the threads. He’s not sure on whether or not the colors were a good choice, but he’s in love with the sweet little design you made him.

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