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pursuedbyamemoryy · 11 months

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as a request, perhaps a spider-noir x reader fic where they try to the upside down spider-man kiss?? and it'd be their first kiss but noir and reader wear glasses so they accidentally bump into each other; so they try to kiss again- however that goes is completely up to you!!

☆ spider noir is one of, if not my favorite spider besides miles, and i absolutely loved writing this! there’s not enough content of noir out there, and feel free to request more of him, as i’d be more than happy to write it. as always, thank you for requesting and i hope you enjoy reading <33 !!

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you and peter had not been together for very long, a month or two at best. it was your first serious relationship in a few years, and you liked him, a lot. you were taking your relationship with him on the slower side, which you had no problem with. you enjoyed any time you spent with him, happy to take your relationship at a more leisurely pace, getting to know each other inside and out.

you two hadn’t even kissed yet, although you had found yourself thinking about it often. maybe a little too often. it was just a kiss, but you wanted the first one with him to be something special, maybe a little fun. you had kissed others before, and knew it was no big deal, but you almost wanted your first kiss with peter to be a big deal.

you also knew he was spider-man, as he showed up to your apartment one night, battered, bloody, and bruised, asking for your assistance in cleaning himself up. normally he would’ve done it himself, but he trusted you, and well, he was also pretty fucking beat up.

one night, an idea sprung into your head that involved both kissing him and his spider abilities. you were at peter’s apartment, cuddling in comfortable silence on his couch. it was soft and quiet, just the two of you basking in each other’s presence.

“hey peter,” you asked softly. “i have an idea, if you’re okay with it”. your head rested gently on his chest, his arms wrapped around your waist. you normally wore glasses, but they were discarded on the small coffee table in front of the couch, so you could lay with him more comfortably.

“of course, doll, what’s your idea?” he asked, one of his hands tracing patterns idly in your skin.

you explained your idea to him, albeit a bit embarrassed, not sure how he’d feel about it. it was a bit silly, sure, but you also thought it was sweet.

he nodded, keeping quiet for a moment before speaking up. “sure, why not. sounds like fun”. you started to sit up, grabbing your glasses off the small table.

he stood up after you and got himself situated, shooting his webs onto the ceiling and climbing up it as you described, trying to find a good position.

once he got himself comfortable he nodded “i’m all set. i think” he said with a smile, watching as you made your way over to him.

you looked up at him with a bright smile, feeling giddy. you hesitated for a second then leaned into him, his soft lips touching yours briefly. it was a clumsy kiss, his chin bumping against your nose, causing your glasses to fall off your face and onto the floor. you pulled away with a giggle, your cheeks flushed and your face warm.

you ignored it and tried to kiss him again, resting your hands on the side of his face, which caused his glasses to fall to the floor. your faces just kept bumping into each other in all the wrong ways, so you pulled back with a laugh.

“how about we try that again, normally. then once we get the kissing part down we can move onto the upside down part” peter said with a light chuckle, his cheeks flushed a similar shade to your own. you picked yours and his glasses up off the floor and nodded, eager to kiss him again.

he let his webbing go, skillfully landing on his feet as he turned to face you. you handed his glasses to him and he took them, making sure they sat correctly on his crooked nose bridge. he stepped closer, gently cupping your face with one of his hands, the other placed on your waist. his hands were always soft and gentle, and you couldn’t help but lean into his touch. he leaned in, meeting you halfway. this kiss was longer, and not as clumsy as the first two. he tasted like cigarettes and black coffee, and his lips moved gently against yours.

after a few moments you both pulled away, soft smiles on each of your faces. he looked into your eyes for a moment before speaking up. “i’m not sure why i didn’t kiss you sooner, i really enjoyed that.”

“even the first two?” you giggled, wrapping your arms behind his neck as he kept you close.

“even the first two. although i enjoyed the last one even more”. he smiled, leaning down to place another quick, soft kiss to your lips.

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celestialh4ven · 10 months

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Fucktoy

Currently gripping my sheets

summary: smut

pairing: Miguel O’hara x Fem!Reader x Spider Noir

cw : smut, double penetration, took a trip to POUND TOWN, dirty talk, praise.

wc: 908

Not proofread!

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It’s dark and rainy here in New York. The city is bustling with citizens going about with their day now that Spider-Man— er Spider-Mans (Spider Noir and Miguel) and Woman (aka you) have saved the day yet again! Being Spider-Woman was not easy, and it didn’t get any easier when two incredibly hot Spider-Men came falling from the sky into your universe. At that point, you didn’t care enough to question why, and eventually, you three became a team, fighting bad guys together as people stared, confused at why one guy was completely black and white. You three never really got along, well, more like you didn’t get along with them.

They were super hard-headed and destructive when fighting, but because of that, the battles were relatively short. You prioritized fighting in a way that hardly damaged the city or its civilians, though the fights took much longer. They would always tease you about it, and you hated them for it. In fact, you hated them, period. Well, that's what you would usually tell yourself.

But now look at you.

Miguel’s face in between your thighs, and Peter’s dick hitting the very back of your throat. How did you get into this situation? You had no clue and you didn’t care. All you cared about right now was getting out all the stress you accumulated from being Spider-Woman, and what better way to do that than a threesome?

You pulled your head back to catch your breath, drool still connecting you and Peter’s now completely erect dick. “Wanna feel… the both of you inside me…” Your words shocked the two men, they originally planned to take turns with you so your words stunned them a bit, but who were they to complain?

“Alright then” Peter nodded “ Whaddya say, I take the front you take the back?” Peter said looking down and Miguel who continued to devour you down there.

“Fine by me,” Miguel replied. Soon you found yourself sandwiched between them, Peter positioned himself on top of you, while Miguel positioned himself underneath. With no warning, they both slid inside of you, it was very easy to do so since you were dripping wet.

“Fuck….” You moaned, “Feeling good darling?” Noir asked grinning. You were about to respond until, “Now what would people think if they knew how their lovely Spider-Woman was getting dicked down like this huh?” Miguel interrupted. You felt embarrassed at his words and hid you face in Peter’s chest, “Shut up Miguel and just start moving…” Miguel wasted no time and started to thrust into you and Peter follower suit.

“Fucckkkk….” You moaned again.

You couldn’t lie, this felt so good. You could feel them both stretching you out, it almost felt like you were about to rip in half. “Feels so good…” you moaned out. “Yeah, I know it does baby…” Peter grunted. “Joder, estás tan apretado…fuck…” Miguel groaned as he thrusted up faster inside you. “Oh, FUCK!” You exclaimed “k…keep doing just that….” “Will do” Miguel replied.

Peter was more on the romantic side, constantly building up as he went, so while Miguel was pounding up into you from the back, he was teasing your nipples with his tongue and pacing his thrusts, so the more intense he got the faster his thrusts would get.

“You look stunning like this,” Peter said as he pulled you in closer for a kiss. You felt like you were on cloud nine, with the two of them just having their way with you and you not being able to do anything but take it.

“You’re being such a good girl, you deserve a reward, no?” Peter asked and you just nod your head as drool starting to form at the edge of your lip. Soon enough, Peter quickened his pace to that of Miguel’s. Now they were both pounding into you. Nothing but moans, groans and grunts could be heard in your tiny little apartment.

“Fuck. Te gusta ser follada así, ¿eh?“ Miguel grunted into your ear. “Chicas cachondas como tú amas ser follada por dos hombres eh?” You responded with nothing but a moan. “Respóndeme muñeca.” He said as his fangs grazed your now sensitive neck. “Y…yes I like being fucked by the two of you…” you breathed out.

“You’re torturing the poor girl, Miguel,” Peter chucked.

You felt something rise in your belly, you were getting close.

“M’ gonna cum…” you said with a whisper

“Hmm? What’s that darling” Peter asked

“M’ gonna…fuck…I’m…cu…” you didn’t get to finish speaking before you came gushing all over the both of them. Wetness dripping down your thighs and onto the bed.

The men both pause for a second

“Would y’a look at that…” Peter groaned “Never took you for a squirter,”

You were gone at that point, eyes rolled back, legs given up, and arms wrapped around Peter’s neck hanging on for dear life.

The men both looked at each other, then nodded. And soon enough they starting thrusting again, this time, much more synchronized.

“It’s no fun that only you get to have you release, now is it?” Peter whispered into your ear. “We’re not stopping until we fuck you full love, okay?”

And that is exactly what they did.

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tinkerbelle05 · 8 months

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Colors of the rainbow

Character: Spiderman Noir x Masc!Black!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: (Requested) Thanks 🖤 Spiderman noir x male reader romance? :D You show Peter the colors of the pride flag and he comes in love with all of the colors

Warnings: uses the word queer and mentions queer ppl, if you don't like then scroll away.

“What is that?” Peter asked, the confusion was evident in his voice and widen eyes. He was pointing to your pride flag that was hanging on the wall.

You were confused at first but then remembered, his universe was black and white, with shades of gray. He knew the names of colors but just not what they were. One time he mistook green for red and red for purple.

You unhooked the flag from your wall and held up to him, “This is the pride flag, also known as the rainbow flag, and the colors that represents those who are queer.”

He stares the flag intently and took it from your grasp. “Wow, look at all the colors. It looks like a rubric cube.”

You stifle a laugh at his comment but nod your head, “Yea I guess you are right.”

“The flag. Does it represent anything?”

“Yea it does. Red represents life, Orange is healing, Yellow is sunlight, Green is nature, Indigo is serenity, and violet is the spirit of queer people,” you explain to him and points to each color as you go down.

He listens to you intently and commits every word to memory. “The flag is beautiful and the meanings are even more so. Do you have any other flags with these amazing colors?”

His curiosity was cute and you couldn't wait to show him the different flags. You spent most of the day researching and looking up all the other pride flags for Peter to gawk at.

The harder Peter smiles, the deeper his two dimples get, and he starts talking fast. You don't think he even notices it and you can barely make out what he's saying.

"Wow, now this is a flag that you would normally see in my universe," Peter says and shows you the phone. It's a black and white striped flag.

After a while, it was safe to say that Peter had become in a way obsessed with the flags. He’s unlabeled for all intents and purposes but he has a whole closet of queer merch.

“Uh Pete, what’s all this?” you asked while you were cleaning your apartment. You found everything, was this all of the packages that kept coming to your apartment?!

There were multiple flags of varying sizes. There were pride stickers and slogans. Even clothes; shirts, sweaters, pants, socks, etc.

He comes up behind you, “Oh my pride collection,” he answers easily and walks away.

He’s pri-what?

You follow him into the kitchen and watch as he grabs an apple, “But why so many?”

“Why not? It’s pretty and colorful. And the designs are amazing!” he explains to you and takes a bite of the apple. “And supporting small businesses is always a good thing too.”

With his reasonings, you couldn't argue with it. You walk over to the couch and collapse into the soft cushions, "Okay Pete, just make sure it doesn't get too cramped, okay?"

He gives you a distracted yea and you watch him marvel at the pride decorations.

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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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sabcandoit · 10 months

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As you wish

Spider noir x fem reader

Summary: Spider-Man Noir comes home from a late night saving the world. You cooked dinner for him and as the night progresses on you both find yourselves naked and begging for more.

Warnings: smut. and fluff! but mostly smut and pet names. No real roles are pushed but Noir is a bit more dom and the one in control. Fingering, begging, and lots and lots of flirting.

A/N: Ugh i'm a slut for this man. Also this is my first fic so !!! Please enjoy!

You were at home, cooking a dinner to share with your husband. Peter was busy at work and usually wasn't back until late. Oh, how you missed his presence during the day. Waking up with him was a treat in itself, but the rest of the day was torturous. It was definitely not easy being married to Spiderman.

You had put Dean Martin’s hits on the record player, lighting a few candles, trying to set a romantic and calming atmosphere. You and Peter had a shared love for jazz. As you continued to put the dishes on the dining table, you sighed, wiping the back of your hand on your forehead. Even through almost a year of marriage, you two still had this honeymoon phase running, never fully thinking it would stop. You smiled, thinking about how gentlemanly and chivalrous he was. You couldn't wait to see him again and wrap your arms around him and kiss his beautiful lips and…

Keys jangled at the door, and a hand turned the knob as a shadowy figure stepped in. Clad in his dark suit, Peter closed the door behind him. You turned to see his masked face looking over at you in the Kitchen.

“Peter!” You smiled, “Welcome home.” you sweetly walked up to him, snaking your hands around his waist, looking up at him.

“Ah, hello darling…” he sighed, exhausted. “I see you have dinner all ready.” you could tell he was smiling too even under his mask.

“Oh yes,” you turned around, looking at the table. As you let go of his waist and stepped back, he watched as you walked over, fixing up your hair as you untied the apron from around you. Peter took off his hat, setting it on the coat stand and pushed off his trench coat. He pulled his mask up, showing his tired face and disheveled hair., and picked off his gloves. His black, buttoned up vest over a black turtleneck now visible as he still sported his black pants and knee-length heavy duty boots, walking towards the diner table. As you placed the platter of roast and vegetables down, Peter pulled out your chair. “It looks delicious, doll” he softly said as he put his hand on your lower back.

“Thank you.” You replied, sitting down. He then moved over to his chair and sat down. As you ate dinner he sat up, smirking as he complimented the soft music playing. “So… it's a Dean Martin kind of night?” he questioned with his fork in the air. You chuckled and nodded, “You bet.”

As you and Peter finished eating, you started to stand up, grabbing your dishes as he stopped you, with his hand stretched out. “Let me do that Sweetheart.” He rolled up his sleeves before grabbing the plate in your hands as you walked over to wash more dishes. After he put the dirty plates in the soapy water you were using to clean, he wrapped his half-covered arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder.

“I missed you.” he softly said. You only closed your eyes and breathed in, resting your own head on his. “I did too.” you spoke. As his hands moved up your body, he stood up straight and looked down at your figure. Wearing a simple, mid length floral dress and stockings with your hair falling out of the temporary updo. “I love this dress on you…” he flirted as he hitched up the dress slightly while still caressing your body from behind.

“Oh Pete, you ought to be ashamed of yourself” you raised your head, feeling his touch getting more and more heated. “Why?” he was quick to respond, you could hear a smirk in his voice. “I should be able to appreciate my beautiful wife…” he continued. You blushed slightly, drying off your hands in a towel as you turned around, now facing him. You looked up into his eyes, him being quite taller than you. Reaching up, wrapping your arms around his neck, you smiled as his hands continued to place on your waist. You both leaned in, kissing passionately.

As you continued to kiss, sweet and simply, your linked arms fell down to his neck. The kisses started getting more intense and sultry, making you both breathe laborly. Parting for just a moment, you mumbled gently “Well, big guy.”, making Peter chuckle and lightly blush too, coming back into the kiss. He eventually made it down your neck, growing impatient. You felt his breath lowering with every kiss. As he did this, you made little noises, not being able to stay quiet. One of your arms came between you two as you started unbuttoning the top of his vest. “Peter…” you groaned. He stopped, looking at you, “Perhaps we should move?”, he looked with a playful tone. You giggled and nodded as he picked you up bridal style. When he did this, your dress only rid up more, showing your upper thighs. He took notice, his eyes traveling over your body. Then he snapped his eyes directly into yours, raising his brows as you blushed.

Neither of you had to say anything, you already knew what you were both thinking. Peter walked into your bedroom, setting you on the bed and leaning down on you, kissing feverishly. Your hands pushed up on his chest while you made out. He paused to comment, “Oh you doll… so pretty”.

Your hair completely fell out of the tie you had it in at this point as he undid a few more of his buttons. His clunky shoes were still on, frustrating him as he leaned down to untie them, mumbling apologies to you for leaving your excited bodies behind. You just chuckled as he came back up to you after successfully kicking them off. Your dress was practically useless in covering you, now halfway up your body, showing your tan stockings and panties. He smirked at the sight, uttering under his breath “Woman…”, giving you one chaste kiss before pulling your sheen stockings down. You watched him intently as he did so, rummaging your hands through his vest again, unbuttoning the rest and helping him shrug it off.

He hummed as he kissed your exposed collarbone, and you moaned lightly, rubbing your hand along his muscular back. He pulled your dress over your arms and head, panting in the kiss as he brought his large hands to fondle your covered breasts. You moaned into the kiss.

“D’you like that?” he slurred, frantically trying to continue his work. You felt the bulge in his pants rub against your panties and stomach. You boldly brought a hand down to his clothed dick, palming it, making him gasp. He stood up, keeping eye contact with a sinful look as he was still surprised from your daring hand. Quickly crossing his arms, he pulled up on his tucked in turtleneck, tossing it to the floor harshly before coming back down on you again. Your eyes followed his bare chest, hairy and robust, muscles contracting as he moved. Only in your undergarments now, he slipped a hand in your panties. “Already this wet? Wow, you must be pleased.” he mischievously commented.

You moaned more, desperately needing him. Peter then stuck one finger up your cunt, moving in and out. “Oh.. Ah!.. Peter, please!” you screamed in between heavy breaths. “Please what?” he teased. He was having fun with this, too much fun. You furrowed your eyebrows in irritation, not wanting to play around. As he continued to finger you, adding another digit in, you mumbled “Fuck me”. He partially heard you, an idea coming to his mind. “What was that?” he chuckled breathlessly. You only raised your voice slightly, uttering, “Fuck me…” He definitely heard you this time, but went along with his plan. “Say it louder, like you mean it doll.” he voiced, egging you on. After a few pants and you grasping onto his back for dear life, overstimulated by his fingers, you spoke loud and clear. “Fuck me Peter Parker.” All though he was feeling very playful and very much so liking where this was going, something clicked in him with your last remark. Maybe it was hearing his full name being spouted so desperately from your mouth. “As you wish.” He then retracted his digits from your pussy and stood up again.

You laid on the bed, exasperated yet completely aroused and ready as he unlatched his belt buckle, slipping it off and pushing his pants down. His dick, large and rock hard, was faced up in his tight, black boxers. Before pulling said clothing down, he ran his hand through his hair with a lustful look on his face. You looked him in the eyes with an innocent, adoring sort of look. When he noticed your stares, he leaned back, already high off of the foreplay. While you watched him, you unfastened your bra from behind and threw it on the floor, sporting a seductive look. “Dear God…” he muttered as he slipped off his boxers. Your eyes widened as you saw his veiny and tall member. How did his confidence never waver? He always looked at you so adoringly, as though you were the only thing that mattered. He was so vocal about it too, calling you all sorts of cute and lustful names. It no doubt turned you on each time, hanging on to his every word.

All that was left was your underwear, absolutely soaked. He leant back down again, rubbing your hips and sliding down to your panties, picking them off, dragging them down your legs as you collectively panted. You bit your lip as you watched him slide back up to your now barren privates. He kissed it slowly, as though he was praising your body, ascending to your breasts and collarbone. He sucked on one of the nipples, softly stroking and pinching the other one. “Peter!” you moaned. You could feel him smirking against your breast, clearly liking the sounds you made. “Keep making those pretty noises, Angel.”

You couldn't continue like this, you thought. Every passing second becoming more impatient. His hard on was now edging you, and the sensation making you groan. He finally parted from your chest and led his cock into your vagina, going slow and steady, so as not to hurt you. You whined his name lewdly. This drove him to move more forcefully. He whispered sweet pet names in your ear as he held on tightly to your hips. Little kisses were marked all over you in the meantime as your arms clung to his back, hastily clenching your fists. He enjoyed every minute of watching you. His lips pursed as he slid in and out of you. You both couldnt speak at this point, being too engulfed in the intensity of the moment, but he managed to spill out a quick “Fuck.” and “I love you” as he continued to pound into you. You had no need to beg him to go faster or harder, he knew just how you liked it.

“Im Close!” you moaned. He kissed and bit on your neck, making you squirm and blush. “Cum for me darling.” he commanded sweetly. With one last cry out, your cum dripped out, being blocked by his member still very much so in you. This drove him mad, and his release was soon after. White fluid, a mixture of both of yours, ran lewdly down your leg and onto the bed. You both continued moaning, still high off of the circumstances.

As the intoxicating moment wore off, you laid next to each other on the bed, hugging. He stroked your head lightly, playing with your hair and kissing your temple. “My dove,” he called. “You are amazing.” you just closed your eyes, basking in the moment, smiling. Peter mumbled, “One moment dear, let me get you something” as he rolled over and pushed off of the bed, grabbing his boxers and slipping them on. As he walked out of the room, you watched his sinewy back and cute butt. You put your hand at the side of your mouth as you teasingly spoke, “Be quick, handsome!”. He glanced back at you with a raised eyebrow and curious smirk.

He grabbed two glasses and filled them with water, returning back to the bedroom. As he came back in, he saw you throwing on one of his short sleeve button-up (it being very large on you), and your underwear as you stood. “I'm going to freshen up” you explained, walking towards the bathroom connected to your room. He followed you, handing you a glass as you smiled back and thanked him. He stretched an arm out to your waist, grazing it lightly as he spoke in a husky voice, “Such a beautiful girl.”

#across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #spiderman noir #spiderman #spidernoir #spider noir x reader #spider man noir x reader #smut #fluff #pet names #what a gentleman #i am obsessed #fanfic #tumblr

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lildoodlenoodle · 9 months

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Some random spider noir information from the comics! I’ve specified where the movies might come in and fanon stuff!

Noir was raised to be and is a socialist activist.

Dude most likely has a 1920-30s NY Bowery accent.

His first run takes place in 1933, in ITSV he comes from 1933, his second run(EWAF)takes place 8 mo. after, so he’d be coming off EWAF to ATSV.

Age wise this makes him 17-20.

Noir has been spiderman for like 2 yrs at most by ATSV, he started in 1933 and is from 1933 in ITSV.

Was bitten by a mythical spider rather than a radioactive one(its a whole thing let’s not get into it).

His costume is/based on his Uncle’s WW1 fighter pilot outfit

He has a black cat named Ding Ding.

Has an ambiguously strained relationship with aunt May bc she’s against killing, he is not.

Yes, he kills Nazis.

Yes, his uncle was cannibalized, his ‘love’ interest had her face mutilated, and his best friend was lobotomized.

Had two paternal figures named ‘Ben’ who died lol.

One of the few spiders who are always strapped.

Has organic black webbing!

If I’m remembering this right unlike the other Peters he’s more interested in physics than bio.

In the comics he’s not as physically strong as the other spiders and carries around a small vile of venom for emergencies.

He lives/grew up in a Bowery welfare center with his Aunt and Mj(sometimes) but later gets his own office/apartment.

Recruited to Superiors death squad before working with the other spiders.

Has died at least once(confirmed), but implied multiple times, and was resurrected from another dimension by a spider god back to his own universe.

Fanon wise, most people call him some variation of Benjamin(while avoiding Ben lol) like Benj, Benji, B, etc. with various justifications but ultimately to more easily differentiate between the other Peters. Me personally, I think he takes on the name ‘Benjamin Urich’ but that’s a different post.

Noir does have canon love interests. He has had a romantic(mostly sexual) relationship with White Widow aka Felicia Hardy, but she was like 40 he was like 16/17 it’s weird and gross. He has also had a weird relationship with his MJ but it’s not super flushed out and he even says in the comics it’s strained, so most fanon views her as a sister figure.

Fanon wise, he is often shipped with his best friend Robbie Robertson(who dies very traumatically) or Jean DeWolfe, a federal agent, he’s seen working with. Recently, I’ve seen him shipped with a lot more characters, most notably Ham, Hobie, and Miguel.

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milexa2000 · 10 months

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BRO IM GONNA NEED SOME SPIDER MAN NOIR AND MIGUEL O’HARA X READER FICS LIKE OMGOSHH😭😭😭😭🚶🏽‍♀️

(And maybe a chubby! Reader too😭)

#miguel o'hara #spider man noir #smut #miguel o’hara x reader #spider man noir x reader #fanfic #atsv #spider man across the spider verse #fluff #i am not okay #miguel o’hara smut

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raileurta · 10 days

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Dark Soulmates au idea

Sometimes very rarely a person will have a soul disfigurement. In a regular pair of soulmates the "soul" is split evenly between them. Sometimes someone will get more "soul" than the other but it rarely affects them. In extremely rare cases though a person could have 90%+ of their pair's "soul." This leads to the recipient being more apathetic, violent, and having an obsession with their soulmate.

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nhi-theuserof-this · 10 months

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Why did nobody tell me punknoir has a following everywhere but ao3

(This is me advertising my punknoir fics, please read it thank you for your time)

#itsv spider noir #atsv hobie #spiderverse punknoir #punknoir #punknoir spiderverse #spiderverse fanfic #punknoir fanfic #fanfic #nhiwrotehere #noirpunk

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bunny-is-cute · 1 month

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Angel Dust: Looks like the babies are getting restless. Maybe we should make a play set for them?

Husk: Way ahead of you.

Babies (Noir, Vegas and Star): *playing in their new cat tree*

#I saw this and had to make this #hazbin hotel #husk #angel dust #they have kitten spiderlings #more kitten than spider #fanfiction #fanfic #huskerdust #husk x angel dust #they are parents #they have 3 babies in my AU #Noir OC #Vegas OC #Star OC #hazbin oc

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hyperfizationss · 10 months

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can i request some hcs for spiderman noir x gender neutral reader who's a singer?

Spider-noir x singer reader hcs

-literally love this request❤️if I could I would kiss it

-anyways

-totally try’s to make it to all your shows

-he’ll come to your shows as both Peter and spider-noir,but if he shows up as spider-noir it probably b/c he just got done fighting a villain

-now he does live in the 1930s I’m imagining the reader with like a Marilyn Monroe (I don’t know any male old singer/idols sorry!)

-definitely likes to help you write songs

-if you ever asked him to sing with you he’d never actually do it.

-as Peter

-but if spider-noir just happened to to show up he’d definitely sing with you

Spider-noir: a friend of mine told me you wrote a duet but no one will sing it with you

Y/n:really may I ask who this friend is?

Spider-noir: I think you know ;)

-WOULD TREAT YOU LIKE A QUEEN/KING AFTER UR SHOWS

-like just a bit of nfsw here scroll on if u don’t like that

-I imagine after a few of your shows he’d slowly slip of your dress/suit backstage and kiss every part of you while telling you how good you were on stage

-ok nsfw over

-if you wrote a love song dedicated for him he’d fall in love with you all over again

-as Peter in that situation,he’d immediately head backstage and give you a very passionate kiss

-but as spider-noir in that situation,he’d head to a back alley that’s near the place you were singing (I’m imagining an old timely club/pub) and do the classic Spider-Man kiss thing

-he’d sometimes wonder how he was able to pull such a talented individual

-you guys would so be that meme “me and the bad bitch I pulled by being autistic”

-imagine if you two had to travel for shows and you got to pay for the prettiest hotel ever

-if you ever watched home alone 2 that’s the kinda hotel you two would stay in(just not in New York,cause that’s where you’d live)

-he likes to pick out what you wear before shows,it makes him feel special

-like either necklaces or ties he just likes to pick it out

-if he ever missed a show he’d never stop apologizing for it

Y/n: Peter I have another show next week,it really doesn’t matter

Spider-noir:I still shouldn’t have missed it

Y/n:Peter,baby,love of my life.you were saving a kidnapped lady from a gang,my show was the least of your worries

-I think you’d make more money than him as a singer so you love to but him gifts and Knick knacks

-you’ll also get him new glasses if he ever breaks his(he’d totally ramble abt how glasses should be free,cause why should someone pay for disability care?)

-if you ever got so big that you made it on the radio he’d set up a whole ass party for you just to hear your song on the radio for the first time

-he supports you through everything,the good the bad you name it he’s there

-whenever he’s at actual work and not being spidey he has a radio on his desk just to see if one of your songs come on

-and whenever one of your songs do play he always whispers to himself “that’s my partner”

EEEKK loved this request so cute!

#spider man noir #spider noir #spider noir x reader #into the spider verse #spiderman #atsv x you #spider man noir x reader #fanfic #spider noir headcanons #spider man: across the spider verse

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pursuedbyamemoryy · 10 months

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can i req noir thinking he lost his hat but he just finds reader wearing it and this isnt the first time it happened HSNSANDNDNAN

THE HAT THIEF ᥫ᭡

word count - 0.4k

author’s note - i love writing for noir, he’s one of my fav spider people and he’s just such a silly little dude. thanks for requesting and i hope you enjoy reading <3

he had looked everywhere. he had practically flipped his whole apartment upside down looking for his damn hat and he still could. not. find it.

he was never this irresponsible with his belongings. sure he’d misplace things occasionally, everyone does, but he rarely ever loses something. especially something that he uses nearly every day.

after searching under the couch for what felt like the fifth time he decided to check the bedroom again, thinking that maybe it ended up under the bed or in the closet somehow. he opened the bedroom door slowly, being careful not to wake you. on days he had work he was up as soon as the sun was, and usually left just as you were waking up or before you did. he didn’t want to wake you for something so trivial as finding his missing hat. needless to say he was surprised when he walked in and saw you standing in front of your vanity mirror, playing dress up with and old coat of his and his hat. the same hat that he had been looking for for what, at least twenty minutes at this point?

he sighed in defeat, but he couldn’t help but smile when you turned to him with a big grin on your face, playfully asking him if he liked your outfit.

“you look great, my love. however i’ve been looking everywhere for my hat this morning, and knowing you had it would’ve saved me a lot of time”. he chuckled, making his way over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing a quick kiss to your nose.

“sorry peter” you laughed.

“after looking for some time i should’ve known that you probably had it. it seems that every time i lose my hat it finds its way to you.” he says with a smile, taking his hat off your head and placing it atop his own.

you laughed again, agreeing with him. “i just like wearing your hat, my bad.”

“so i’ve learned. i’ve got to get to work, but i’ll see you later darling.” he leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your lips.

“don’t forget about our date tonight.” you reminded him once you parted.

“i would never forget, have a good day my love.” he says, giving you another quick kiss before grabbing his briefcase and keys and heading out the door.

on his way to work he thought about the whole situation, shaking his head and laughing to himself about it. perhaps he’d get you your own hat, so you would stop stealing his. although he had his doubts about it, knowing you’d say something about how it’s not the same and you want to wear his hat.

later that night he let you wear his hat for the entirety of your date, he just couldn’t say no.

#spider man across the spider verse #into the spider verse #spider noir #spider noir x reader #spider noir fanfic #peter parker x reader #pursuedbyamemory writes

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celestialh4ven · 10 months

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A Secret

: Set in 1933. You are born into a wealthy family who is very protective and rich. You have very little freedom to roam around alone ever since childhood, now you’re a fed up adult craving for freedom. One day you decided to escape and to your luck, you succeeded! But now you had no where to go (well that’s what you thought) but to your luck (again) you met a man named Peter Parker, a famous tailor in the city. He offered to let you work for him for some until you were stable enough, even generous enough let you stay in the little apartment on the second floor of his shop. Little by little you start to fall for him, but unbeknownst to you, he has a little secret he’s been hiding…

cw : tailor!spider noir, wealthy(a lil spoiled)!reader, runaway!reader, peter is a big tease, sorta innocent!reader, lots of sexual tension, fluff, almost arranged marriage.

This is set in 1933 so some of the topics and values I made to be exactly how it was back then

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It is the year 1933. You, are born into a rich and protective family, being an only child. You grew to be rebellious, constantly defying your parents wishes. Even now as you’re an adult in your 20s, your parents refuse to let you go, “You’re not even wed yet and you’re asking to leave? And do what?” Your father would always tell you. Trying to escape wasn’t easy either, or seemed that your mother built some sort of sixth sense that knew every time you’d try to escape. The first time you tried was simply embarrassing. Your family was hosting a party, in hopes to try to arranged you in a marriage with some other guy born into wealth. You thought it’d be simple, “All I have to do is hop over the wall in the back, how hard can that be?” It was very hard. You still had on a big poofy dress your mother forced you to wear that morning, “Ugh, it’s like her mind is stuck in the 1600s!” You grunted as you tried to climb over the wall. “I can’t wait to wear whatever I want when I leave—AH!”

THUD.

Whoops, y’a fall. But hey, you made it to the other side(ehh…) your parents were right in front of you, as if they knew you’d be there. They scolded you right in front of everybody. You’d never felt so embarrassed. “Yeah I told myself I’d never try to escape after that haha,” you let out an awkward laugh, “really? You sure don’t keep your promises, considering that you’re now here” “hmph!” Anyways! Yeah you told yourself you’d never try to escape ever again. Well…until your father lost it and tried to sell you off. “An..arranged…marriage?!” You shrieked just by the mere thought of those words, “Calm down hon!” Your father tried to stop you from making a scene. You were angry for two things: One: you’ve practically been begging to go and live and be on your own and they’ve always told you no and NOW they’re trying to basically sell you off to some rando! Two: it hasn’t even been a month since that embarrassing incident at the party. Oh my goodness! it was probably still fresh in everyone’s mind. You couldn’t leave yet at least not NOW!

You made sure to make the biggest scene of your life. You wanted everyone to feel your rage(they locked you in your room) “Now that I think about it, it actually wasn’t that bad I don’t know why I threw such a tantrum” “uh huh…” “what?” “Nothing, do keep talking” “Okay! Wait where did I leave off? Oh yeah!” Basically, you were devastated. You didn’t know why your dad would just betray you like that, just when you started to get comfortable with the thought of staying at home being a spoiled, unemployed princess for the rest of your life. “I can’t just let them sell me off, I have to escape!” And escape you did! We won’t talk about how you did it though, you’d rather bury that memory forever! “And that’s how I got here!” you exclaimed, “what a peculiar life you lived...” Peter chuckled, “I know! Ugh it was horrible!” “It’s a good thing I found you then,” Thankfully he did, you wouldn’t know what to do if Peter wasn’t around. Here’s how it happened…

You were walking on the city streets with soiled clothes, it was pretty hard to believe you were born into wealth with the way you were looking. “Ugh, does anybody not have any manners nowadays?” You thought to yourself, “what kind of men don’t help out a lady in obvious distress!” You were genuinely about to go crazy, you were so different from everyone, from the way you dressed all the way down to your makeup style. “So this is what it’s actually like outside…no poofy dresses or dramatic hair?” You sighed, maybe it was finally time to go home. “Are you alright?” A voice behind you asked, you turned around to see a rather dashing man, “Ye…actually no. I’m actually quite lost and I’m afraid I have nowhere to go,” angry tears almost fell from your eyes, you’ve never been so frustrated, “it’s no good for a young lady to wander around the streets this late at night, I have a shop not to far from here, you can clean up there” “YESPLEASE!” You quickly replied, you then linked you arm with his, “PLEASELEADTHEWAY!” You were so happy your words were all slurred together from talking so quick. “Alright then…”

It’s been three whole days since then. “Arms up and turn around for me so I can measure your waist,” he turned out to be a tailor, a very famous one at that. “Okay,” you replied. He was so nice to you, even offered you a job to help him with his works and in turn you can stay in his apartment on the second floor. “Is it alright if I take your hip measurements? I’m going to have to if you want a fitted dress.” “Oh…okay,” you felt tense as he got down on his knees in front of you wrapping his measuring tape around your hip and tightening it to get your measurements. For some reason your knees felt weak, his was just so close to your inner thighs and you just couldn’t help it. You wanted him closer, you wanted—“alright, I’m done,” he stood up to put his measuring tape back. “The shop’s about to open, I say you just hang around to see how things work before I give you any tasks,” “okay… I’ll uh be right down” “mm,” he replied before waving goodbye and closing the apartment door.

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Two whole months after that day…

You were getting the hang of things now. You were running the shop with Peter, helping people try on clothes, accessories and what not. Occasionally, you’d feel a glare in your direction every time you were helping a male customer put on his clothes a bit too enthusiastically, but never dare look back to see who was giving you such looks. Everything was great! Well, almost. You parents had police searching high and low for you. You got yourself a little makeover and ditched those old fashioned clothes your mom would force you to wear, so you weren’t as noticeable. You weren’t ready to go back just yet, “I’ll give it another month,” you told yourself. As for Peter, boy did your feelings grow and fast! You wondered if you were just feeling this way because he technically provided you the freedom you have now. There were these occasional moments with you and him that you just couldn’t stop thinking about, like how he’d make you try on fitted custom made clothes that hugged your curves perfectly and have you basically put on a show for him.

Or how he’d assist you with cooking with his chest pressed onto your back, and his crotch pressed onto your ass, you didn’t stop him though, in fact you liked it, turns out you weren’t THAT innocent after all. Peter couldn’t lie that he didn’t feel the same about you. He’s been fond of you ever since you met, constantly finding ways to be near you and be as close as possible, he’d find himself taking your measurements regularly lying and saying that he keeps forgetting because he had to take the measurements of many people a day. He loved how you’d never question him when it was mostly the measurements of your more intimate areas that he just kept forgetting. He couldn’t quite place his finger in where this sudden affection for you came from but he wasn’t fighting it either. He wanted more of you.

one random night.

“I’m thinking of staring a lingerie collection, could you be the one to model some of my first pieces?” he questioned, “oh! Err sure!” What a sweet girl you were never saying no to anything he proposed. He gave you 15 pieces of clothes you went in your room to change. “Wow these sure are…intimate” you breathed out, you were a bit shy to try them on but you sucked it up and modelled all of the 15 pieces for him, he was so kind to you at the start, you just had to repay him in every possible way, which, to you, meant doing everything he asked of you. “The sides are too high up,” he pointed at you “huh?” “Come here,” he demanded. Confused, you follow his orders and walked up to him. “The sides are too high,” his hands rested on both sides of your hip slowing gliding them down to pull the sides of your panties down lower. Unable to stop yourself in time, you let a small moan.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself darling,”he looked up at you to meet your gaze full of desire, “should I keep going, love?” the look he gave you was dangerous, you’ve never wanted a man so bad. If only he were the man your parents wanted to sell you too, you’d marry him in a heartbeat. Marry…marry…, “marriage! Can’t! till marriage!” it's like you could hear your dad yelling at you. As much as you wanted him, you grew up with the idea of no sex before marriage and even though you were away from them the values you learned you still kept close to your heart.

knock

“I’ll go get that,” Peter sighed as he hurried towards the door and closed it behind him to talk to the figure outside.

“What is she doing in your house and why haven’t you gotten rid of her, Peter?”

#spider noir fanfic #spider noir x y/n #spider noir x you #spider noir x reader #spider noir x black reader #spider noir smut #spider noir #across the spiderverse smut #across the spiderverse imagine #lol why is this so long #look like I’m making another series

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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.

Masterlist

(Masterlist includes the Call Of Duty versions for headcanons of dating characters + other fandoms).

TOP ONES!!!

Headcanons of dating Ghost

Headcanons of dating König

Headcanons of dating Price

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brianwashere · 9 months

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hello!! saw your writing today in my tags and got interested, read some more and you seem really cool :D i got one fic stuck in my head though, the one you posted earlier today with the 7 foot spider reader! it was really cool but i kind of thought about a follow up (and I made sure to check your rules before this)

i was thinking, m/n is really big, intimidating and generally a badass- however. in bed (nsfw) he’s inexperienced, shy af, and ends up just being really submissive (you actually didn’t specify if you prefer dom or sub reader, i assumed you mind neither, but if u don’t feel comfortable with this then just ignore)

thank you, and keep up your great works so far :D

Anon, you’re officially my favorite fucking person ever. Oh my god. This req. warmed my heart. Idek what. It just did. Thank you for reading my other fics too. Wow. I’m reeling rn.

Also you didn’t specify who with so I just did HCs for Noir and Miguel

Pls req again soon! You’re so sweet

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

Summary: look at req

Tw: explicit activities ehehehehe, language

-Miguel-

The first time you two try anything he’s expecting you to be all dominant and get his ass blasted

Y’all two are making out and he’s ready to take it to the next level

And you’re nervous cause you know he’s expecting you to be this super experienced “knows how to make you scream immediately” kinda guy

The truth is you haven’t had much experience because while people may be into the whole “huge man” thing they’re too scared to actually come up to you and even have a conversation

And you’re also scared of hurting your partner

Just a mix of things that led you to little experience

It doesn’t take long for Miguel to figure it out

As soon as you glanced at his face nervously he knew something was up

At first Miguel is surprised bcc he would’ve expected men and women to practically be hanging from you

Once he recovers from the initial shock he’s down with topping and showing you the ropes

It’s a bit of a boost to his ego, not to mention a massive turn on for him

He never lets you shy away from him/cover your face. He loves seeing you. He knows he’s not stronger than you but he’ll still pull your hands away/pull you closer

But sometimes he does wanna be on bottom

Queue very erotic teaching sessions

When you do something he likes he’ll definitely over exaggerate so you’ll know

He also loves marking you up in more…intense ways because he knows it won’t really hurt you

Clawing your back. He’ll claw the SHIT out of your back.

Biting you too. Sometimes he just can’t help it

He finds out you have god tier stamina and impecable recovery time and will definitely use that to his advantage

*cough cough* Overstimulation and denial *cough cough*

He’s down to do whatever you’re comfortable with but sometimes he really needs some stress relief i.e. getting a blowjob or just fucking you senseless

He won’t admit it but he likes when he’s the little spoon after you two are done

~Noir~

You got nervous and told him the first make out session that you had practically no experience

He was a little taken aback, again, you’re so big and so hot how could people not be lining up for a piece of you

It makes him feel even more lucky to be with you though

“Oh…that’s ok, dear. We’ll take it slow, then.”

Then he finds out your submissive too and he’s pretty sure he has a heart attack

Now he was pretty vanilla at first but then he found the internet and stumbled upon some kinks and did some…research

Behind. He loves seeing your back muscles move and twist under him

He likes tying your wrists together with some of his webbing

It’s strong enough that it could actually hold you if you tried resisting, maybe not for very long, but it wouldn’t snap like thread at the slightest pressure

He loves praising you. Praise. All the time. Always praise. You could breathe and he’d be on his knees for you

Every time he does something new he asks if you’re ok with it

He’ll be gentle if that’s what you want but he figures out that’s usually not the case

Usually you want everything he’s got, as much as he’ll provide you

He does love soft romantic nights with you though

Where he gets to enjoy your large beautiful frame and your contrasting shyness

When he gets to slow down and drink in ALL of you

The noises you make, the small movements, your incoherent mumbling

He loves ALL of it

He’s so down bad for you not even a joke

A little guilty pleasure for him is kissing you senseless

He loves being the big spoon for you, even if it just feels like a backpack is attached to you

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sabcandoit · 10 months

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as a request ((if you'd like!!)) whaat about a fluffy, soft and mildly angst/comfort in comforting noir and his scars?? praises, kisses and all

Thank you for the request! This one is a shorter one <3

Scars and Kisses

Spider-Noir x Female Reader

Summary: Reader notices Peter's scars and asks him about them. This leads to her kissing him, then him kissing her, and so on.

Warnings: Fluff! Absolute fluff! and Angst. Talking about scars ofc.

A/N: This is my first time writing angst! So I definitely don't know what I'm doing LOL. Hope I get better! Requests are open :)

You were both in bed, tired after a long day of work. You wore nothing but a T-shirt and underwear, while Peter wore just plain boxers. He laid on the bed, with you in a cradle cuddle position and your head in his chest. Peter had slooped eyes and a soft smile on, his 5 o’clock shadow quite visible, him not bothering to shave before going to bed. In his arms, you also had a soft smile and you curled up nicely on his body.

You looked up at him for a brief moment of time, smiling wider at his connected eye contact. He smirked back and said a small “Hi”. You giggled and said “Hi” back. His face had strewn across cuts and scars, tell tale of his journeys and fights. They made him look tough and… somewhat sexy, but it made you sad to see them so prominent. You pursed you lips gently and looked back down, his hand coming to yours and holding each others. “Love?” he spoke quietly, “Is something the matter?”. You fumbled with his fingers, noticing the little marks on them too. They were everywhere on his body.

You looked back up at him and took awhile to reply. “Your scars… how do you feel about them?” he looked up at the ceiling with a tiny grin, chuckled a bit before leaning back down, “Darling, I can’t have much of a say on whether I like them or not.” you watched him intently as he spoke, “But really… It is hard to see the remnants of my work when I look at myself, but they are just another part of me. ” You sighed and kissed his hand which you were fidgeting with, which then led to you kissing his scars on his chest, closing your eyes in reverence. He watched you with widened eyes, thinking about how much he loved you.

After a while of this kissing, you stopped when he put one hand on your chin and brought your face up to look at him. In a deep and quiet voice, smooth as chocolate, he chuckled, “I am glad that you seem to like me anyways,”. Your faces were inches apart, him smirking like a fool and you with watchful eyes on his lips, a flirty atmosphere coming back into play. “Oh, yes, I do,” you whispered back as the space between you closed and you kissed slowly and lovingly. You both backed apart and Peter smiled, his eyes half-lidded again before you both fell asleep.

TAGS: @kairiscorner @miguelswifey04 Hope y'all like it!! <333

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