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kairiscorner · 10 months

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omg I LOVED your Drunk Miguel hcs! Is there any chance of you writing some for the other Spdier people? Especially Spider Noir?

AAAAA SO GLAD TO HEAR THAT ANON ! and ofc, consider it done <333

when drunk noir :>

drunk noir headcanons

ok, the stages in which noir get drunk are: slightly drunk, giggly, undergoing a midlife crisis, lovesick, and sleepy

the slightly sober stage is the stage when noir should really stop drinking. i headcanon that it doesn't take him long to get drunk, like maybe... 3 to 4 shots, and he's entering the slightly drunk stage. he kinda dissociates when he's in this stage, like miguel in the drunk miggy headcanons, he kinda goes quiet and speaks only when spoken to, but it's a whole lotta gibberish that comes out of his mouth instead of coherent words. he'd look like he's staring into space, when actually he's just focusing on how fuzzy the world looks like right now as the liquor is settling in. past this point, you are now entering the harder than manageable peter parker drunk.

his giggly stage is when he's had a couple more than 3 to 4 shots, and he laughs his ass off at the most out of context shit ever. like he sees a little fly on the table and he just chuckles to himself because the liquor is making him think, "oh shit, what a funny fly, it's not purple." and when he's told a joke he laughs THE FUCK out of it, even minutes after the joke was said, he's still laughing about it to the point of tears. if he remembers the joke, he'll laugh about it randomly and not explain at all because he forgets soon after what he was laughing at, like, "wait, haha, why am i, hah, laughing again?" his smile when he's drunk is so fucking precious though

after the laughing fit, he enters the depressing midlife crisis stage. he rambles and mumbles a lot to himself about how shitty his life has been, how he wishes uncle benjamin wasn't... you know, how he really regrets being distant and aloof towards a lot of people he's loved in his life and how he can never catch a break with all the horribleness in his life. he cries during this stage, but it's a quiet kind of crying. like he sniffles a little but when he cries, by default, he isn't loud. he must've learned how to cry without attracting so much attention, because it's only when you pay attention to the right details, his eyes, his nose turning red, his lips quivering, and the small sounds he makes when sobbing that you realize he was crying this whole time.

but after sobbing for a little while, if he's still drinking, his hormones change from the sad and depressing ones to the "i need to be held and to hold someone right now" hormones in the lovesick stage. if you're really close to peter, he'd kinda get a little handsy and talkative, still stuttering gibberish. he'd just go on and on and on about how purple is a pretty color but every color on you is by far the prettiest colors he has ever and will ever witness. he incessantly asks if he can hold your hand or hug you, he just wants to feel your warmth because the alcohol makes him feel colder. when you agree to hug him, omg, you are never going to be let go by him, i swear. like MAN HAS A TIGHT GRIP, EVEN WHEN DRUNK. but he holds you with the intent of making you feel loved, not pained nor burdened, just a gentle reminder he loves you. he gets a little giggly here too, but that's only because he's so happy he's with you right now and you didn't reject him, 'cause if you did, he'd be back in the midlife crisis stage.

and finally, the last stage of them all, when he gets sleepy. nothing much happens in this stage, save for peter just slowly getting tired and just drifting off to sleep, letting the alcohol in his system take him away to dreamland. but his favorite place to sleep is against your shoulder, nothing's more comforting to him than to feel you close next to him as he sleeps, knowing you're there for him for whatever happens while he's knocked out due to his inebriated self.

a/n: sorry i had to give him angst... it's my instinct <:[

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @connors-cumslurper

#spider noir #spider noir x reader #spider noir x you #spider noir x y/n #spider noir fluff #itsv #itsv imagines #itsv x you #itsv x reader #itsv x y/n

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sofia-cloud · 9 months

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Hey!! Do u mind writing a spider noir x fem reader (they live in the same universe) where the reader and Peter are already dating but he decides to confess that he’s spider man to her? Btw i absolutely love ur work! Stay safe and make sure to take breaks <3 (also sorry if this Req doesn’t make any sense I tried my best to explain it 😭😭)

UHM HELLO?!? THATS SUCH A GOOD IDEA WDYM??😻

— love you more ᥫ᭡.

- pairing: Spider-Noir x fem!reader

❀˖° contents: pure fluff, peter is so lovely, dating, hugging, praising, pet names.

❀˖° summary: reader and peter are dating since few months, then peter decides to tell reader his identity, there are alot of emotions going on through the story.

❀˖° notes: sorry if this too long but noir is something else ya know 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒

You and Peter have been dating for 2 months now, you are very comfortable with him and he is always comfortable with you.

Since yall date you do nothing but think about him, you can't get him out of your head, the way he talks to you, how he smiles at you, how he holds your hand when you go on a date, he was simply perfect for your eyes, your love for him grew more and more and didn't slow down.

One day he invited you to the movies with him, you accepted of course, you wanted to spend as much time as possible with him.

When you got to the cinema he hadn't arrived yet, maybe he was late you thought, but 15 minutes passed and there was no sight of him yet.

When you're almost resigned, you hear someone in the distance calling your name, you turn around to see who he is and it was Peter yelling at you to wait for him from afar.

“ 'm sorry, i had an unforeseen event and..” Peter said trying to catch his breath.

“Its okay, dont worry 'bout me, worry about the movie” you said as the movie had already started 20 minutes ago.

“I see, so you wanna go home or do you want to see another movie?” He told you with a sorry look, he really didn't want to be late on a date with you, but unfortunately his other life as a spider noir didn't give him any choices.

“Well, I want to spend time with you so it's okay if we see another movie” you replied by putting your hand on his shoulder smiling at him.

He nodded and then you entered the cinema.

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

“That was a good movie,” you said giggling a little and holding his hand.

“Yeah, it was for sure,” he replied with a smile back.

He accompanied you home while the sun was setting, you had spent a good time with him, and he also did with you.

The more time passes, the closer you get and feel that you have more and more feelings.

The dates continued, but it must be said that he arrived 70% of the time late, you didn't understand why he always arrives 15 or 20 minutes after the time you gave yourself, if it didn't suit him then he could tell you but he didn't.

Peter doesn't want you to think that for him you go in the background or that you're not important enough to him, unfortunately he doesn't decide when the city needs him, there is one and only spider noir in the world, and it was him.

Precisely for this reason, he thought a lot about the decision to tell you his identity, you were the person he trusts the most, and he can't keep hiding it from you, he doesn't want you to come up with bad ideas, he felt comfortable with you, he doesn't want to ruin the relationship you have created in these months.

At this point he prefers to let you know now, he doesn't want it to be too late to tell you.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

“Can I come over, my love?” He told you on the phone.

“Yeah sure, there's something wrong?” You answered him, noticing that he was nervous by his voice.

“I needa tell you something really important” he only answered you this and attacked.

What does he mean by this? Did something happen between us? Lately I see him a bit in his thoughts, maybe he wants to tell me the reason why he's been behaving like this lately. These were your thoughts when he told you this, you were afraid to know but you were also impatient, you wanted to know so bad the reason, but at the same time you were nervous.

“Sorry dove, I really need to go” he told you as he put his jacket back on and got out of his chair.

“But u said we'll go to-“ you tried to answer, a little disappointed with his behavior, but you were stopped by him,

“I promise one day i'll explain you everything, just remember that I love you” he told you softly as he stroked your cheek with his hand, then gave you a kiss in the head and said you goodbye.

Damn it, you couldn't get mad at him, he was so sweet and adorable with you, whatever he's going through you would have listened and tried to understand him, he's not the type to leave this way for nonsense, if he has to leave it will be for a good reason.

And he knew you trusted him, that you would wait for him, that you would give him time to confess everything to you, by now he no longer needed to say to leave, you understood him immediately when he made that sincerely sorry look.

“Love, i-“ he tried to tell you while you were having dinner at your house, he took a look at the window, he always gave a look at the window before leaving, you didn't understand why but it didn't matter.

“You can go babe” you told him as you smiled softly at him and put your hand on his arm.

There was no reason to get angry, you trusted him a lot, you know he would never lie to you, you know he would never let you down, that's why you didn't ask where he was going, you had to wait for him, you always tried to put him at ease and he did the same, your esteem for each other was very high.

“Youre the best” smiled back at you as you saw him walk out the door.

The steps were fast, the breath accelerated, nervous look, sweaty hands and lost in the thoughts, am I really going to tell her that i am spider noir? How will she react? That I'm just a liar? A guy who deceives people for fun? These were Peter's thoughts on his way to your house, you were both agitated, you didn't know what the other would say and react, the fear was high but the patience is no less.

You heard three knocks on the door, got up quickly, opened the door and Peter had a nervous look in his face. He could say the same for you, he wanted to greet you but no sound came out of his throat, he kept telling himself to take courage.

“Hey, you good darling?” You said, noticing that he was nervous, so you tried to calm him down by putting one hand on his shoulder.

“Hi dove, yeah im good.. What 'bout you” he tried to create a normal conversation, hoping to improve the situation for whatever reaction you would have.

“Im great too, so are you gonna tell me?” You answered while you invited him to sit on the couch with you.

He accepted your request and sat down next to you, you looked at him, waiting for an answer, and the only one you wanted was a yes.

“Yeah, but promise me you won't be disappointed or angry with me love,” he told you, looking into your eyes in a deep, sweet voice towards you.

“Of course babe, ill never get mad at you, you know that” you said as you smiled softly to put him at ease, you weren't a touchy person, so you know you wouldn’t.

“Okay then.. you know when i kept going away without giving you a good reason, or when i arrived late at our dates? Well, theres a big reason, really big.” he communicated to you in a sincere and serious voice.

He was waiting for your reaction, with that he didn't want to worry, he meant that he would never send you into the background for something unimportant, you were too important to him, so he preferred to tell you now, hoping it wasn't too late.

“Love you know you can tell me everything and i will always understand you, whatever is the reason, even if is the craziest reason, ill always be on your side” you answered softly, damn if he loved you so much.

“Even the craziest reason? Even if im.. spider noir?” He didn't even know with what courage he said it, his heart accelerated the beat, waiting for some significant reaction from you.

“What?..” your reaction was shocked, but it wasn't clear whether it was positively or negatively shocked, so he kept saying,

“ i know you think im joking or lying but its the true, and i wanted to tell you now because i was scar-“ tried to say but was stopped by you,

“This is..” you kept looking at it with the same expression as before,

“Please trust m-“ was stopped a second time, when you suddenly hugged him, he opened his eyes wide at first, confused by your sudden gesture of affection, so it meant that you were neither angry nor disappointed , his heart began to calm down, and Peter found himself at ease so he returned the hug, still slightly confused.

“Amazing. This is amazing Peter” you said as you held him tighter against you.

“I love you more than anything, remember that.” he told you, as you continued to hug.

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

The next few months Peter and you were still in love if not more. Now that you know that he is spider noir, he often carries you in his arms, while admiring the city at night, Peter stopped over a skyscraper.

“The moon is beautiful, isnt it?” You said as the full moon lit up your face beautifully, you looked like an angel in Peter's eyes.

“But you're definitely prettier dove” he confessed to you as he sat on the edge of the skyscraper, you sat next to him, and rested your head on his shoulder.

“Love you, Peter.” you answered almost whispering,

“I love you more.”

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miguelswifey04 · 9 months

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Could I request some HCs of Miguel O’Hara & Spider Noir (Separately) both receiving a bento box from their crush, [Reader] [Gender Neutral]?

Like [Reader] silently gives the lunchbox to them and it shows they care about them. Maybe they left a note saying,

“Please take care of yourself

- [Y/N]”

Oh my god, now I’m thinking of little empanadas in Miguel’s bento.

yes 🙌🏽 this is so so cute

miguel o’hara x gn reader hcs

when you hand him the bento box, you smile ear to ear handing him the lunch box in which he was slightly taken aback because he usually never receives gifts randomly

he smiles softly and you could tell in the way he holds the box with your deliciousness that he is happy.

his gaze softens when he reads the cute little sticky note that you put onto the lunch and you eagerly wait for him to read it

“wow, um-thank you so much. i’ll make sure to keep your note,” he slightly brushes his gloved fingertips over the note.

it’s a small gesture but he will keep your note for sure. it’ll be neatly put onto his scanners so whenever he’s looking at the computers

when it was lunchtime he ate the food and he was awestruck…he loved you food so much. he got up so fast and had to go find you wherever you were he was gonna find you

so when he found you he grabbed to your shoulders and looked down at you with a big smile on his face, “that was the best food i have ever tasted in my whole life, thank you.”

spider noir x gn! reader hcs

noir was busy flipping through an old magazine he’d usually reread over and over again that he had brought with him from his old home universe

he was waiting for you since you always happen to share him your food but this time you brought him a small bento box with your homemade food

he face lights up whenever he sees you coming but he perked up when he saw you hand him a lunch box, “what’s this darling?”

“since you always compliment my food, i decided to make you one for yourself. i hope you like it!” he was over the moon and extremely ecstatic about it!! he pulled you in for a hug and thanked you for being so sweet to him always

he took you by the hand and y’all went to eat lunch together at the rooftop of the HQ (i HC that they have a lunch area on the top as well)

he tells you that you food is delicious and one of a kind <3

he tells you that you should be a chef over being a spider person, jokingly of course but you said no because even though you love to cook being a spider person alongside with him is the best thing you could ever ask for :,)

tags 🏷️!! @alliwriteistrash @kairiscorner @sabcandoit @emiemiemiii @astro1bloom @obi-mom-kenobi @meeom

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gh0stsp1d3r · 9 months

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Hello! Would I be able to request female!reader having a cat that really likes her boyfriend spiderman noir (you've never wrote for him, I don't think, but it says you write for the spiderverse characters so I'm gonna test my luck 🤭🤭)

ID LOVE TO.

Unexpected pair

You would not have thought that when your cat first met Peter they took an immediate interest in him.

You’d both gone on a few dates when you decided to ask him if he wanted to come to your apartment (to which he gladly said yes to.)

You both had met by a mutual friend, and were quickly close with each other. Soon after a few dates, you both started dating.

It’s been years, and you both lived together now, after you both had finally saved up enough money.

What was most unexpected when he moved in was for your cat to absolutely adore the man.

You yawned, expecting your boyfriend to be awake and up but when you entered the room, your cat was snuggled up behind his legs.

They both slept peacefully, you smiled and got under the covers next to them, turning the other way and closing your eyes.

When you woke up, Peter was nowhere to be found. It was normal usually, because of his “work”

So, thinking he had gone into work early you walked into the kitchen where he was cooking. You stopped in your tracks, blinking and staring at the man.

Your cat was next to him, rubbing up on his leg to mark his scent on the man.

He glanced down at the feeling on his legs, and the corners of his mouth twitched up, then he resumed back to the pancakes.

You smiled and went wrapped your arms around him.

“Well, I didn’t know you were awake so early, sweetheart.” He said.

You hummed “Mm. I am.”

He laughed quietly and you took your arms away from him, scooping up the cat into your arms.

“I’m finished.” He said, looking at you and putting them on plates.

“You didn’t have to.” You said, with a small pout. You picked up the plate, and thanked him.

He shrugged. “You’re doing everything else in the house. Let me do this for you at least.” He carried his and sat down.

You smiled, knowing that most husbands wouldn’t even do this for their wives at the time.

Then your cat jumped onto the table, interrupting the sweet moment you both were having smiling at each other, you both began to laugh instead.

The cat looked at you, rubbed on your arm for a little and then went to Peter.

Peter rolled his eyes at the cat, and took the cat down from the table and putting it down onto the floor.

#spider noir x reader #spider noir fluff #spider noir x y/n #spider noir x you #spider noir #spider man across the spider verse #peter parker #peter parker x reader

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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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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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spider999sposts · 10 months

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Songbird — Spider Noir

♟synopsis: a preformer in danger, meets Earth-90214's one and only spider man

♟tags: gn!reader × Spider-Noir

♟genre: fluff

♟author's note: this is just a small idea i had, not sure if it'll turn into a fic or not. feedback appreciated.

Underneath the full moon, the light reflected on the windows of buildings in New York City. The year was 1933. The years of political corruption, the great deppression, art deco, and jazz music.

It was an odd time to live, for sure. With the rise of political tensions and crisis, underground jazz clubs were of use to every single person who needed it. They were the only place most could mingle and freely live, the only place most could forget about the looming darkness that was overtaking their lives.

And he was no exception.

Noir stumbled into that club once when he was gravely injuried after a fight had insued between him and a villainous spy. The bartender swore to keep his secret identity between them, only if he came by to spend time and maybe some of his money at the bar. It was not a hard offer to refuse.

Spending time at that bar hurt his wallet —what did he expect? The prohibition act was still in use— but it provided him with tons of useful information. Drunk people talked alot, and that helped him with most of his detective work, and his—Well, 'on-site' work.

Like any other day, he was sat at the bar, sipping on his whiskey, when he overheard three henchmen speaking.

"They're bringing in that popular singer, the one with that nickname..."

"You must mean 'Songbird'? They're all the rage now."

He recognised your stage name, how couldn't he? Noir, like any well-informed and educated man, enjoyed the progressive, sophomoric music of the era. So, of course he knew who you were. It's safe to say that you were their world's most vougish singer. Your popularity spread like wildfire through the city, your talent was something on everyone's tounge. What he'd learned is that you were mostly reserved for the higher classes, getting invited to grandiose parties with the most important political figures present, but before that, your origins and roots go back to underground jazz clubs, just like the one he was sat in as of this moment.

"I'm surprised they'd come to this cesspit." Noir thought that was a little harsh, it was queit stuffy here yes, but he wouldn't call it a shithole. "Aren't they mostly for them upper-class men?" One henchmen said to another.

"I hear it's a plan." He tingled. Their conversation was ordinary for most of their sitting, so why'd he feel like the hairs on his neck stood up?

The bigger one of the three adjusted himself on his seat, while the other two listened to him. "Some politicians want them gone for good. Think it'll make a statement. With all the press interviews they've been doing, and all the protests they've been seen at, the way they've been advocating..." He put down his drink, grinning at his friends. "...Word on the street that they'll take action tommrow and send an assassin here, then say one of the working class workers did it. Gonna be all over the news."

Seems like he has a plan for tommrow night, then.

—

When the night came, the bar was so crowded he had to come through the backdoor. He wore his suit, his mask, and his usual coat to conceal himself in the shadows of the place, waiting for the perfect opportunity to intruppt the plans of those who had this evil intention. He'd learned that you've gotten on the wrong side of a politician last party you were in, after voicing your support and admiration of other races and the working class. He scoffed at you, disagreeing blatantly, saying that people like you are not good for anything but being 'A pretty face and a good voice.'

Tale goes that you spilled your drink 'accidently' on him, before insulting him and leaving the party. To be honest, he admired you for that. He didn't know that a famous singer would have that side to them. After that incident took place, you were spotted by the paparazzi at a strike. The higher classes started inviting you to their parties less and less, until they've finally decided they must get rid of you and place the crime on someone from the working class.

It was the perfect crime, and it would very much cause discourse amongst the rioters.

He wasn't going to let that happen.

Noir stood by the stage, hidden from the prying eyes of the drunken men. Most of them were cheering and laughing, but there was a table with three men, all looking around them, shifty. Seems like he knew who was targeting you now. They weren't very smart, but they were hiding in plain sight. No one would've suspected them of anything if he didn't know better.

The lights dimmed, and he looked up. He was standing queit near to the stage, so when the curtains were pulled, he was the first to see what was behind them.

And there you were.

It stunned him for a moment. You were indescribable. The tabloids and magazines were always a wonder to stare at, but compared to seeing you infront of him, they did not capture half of your beauty. You stood smiling behind your mic, and he stood there paralysed. He could not stop staring at you. Your stage presence was something else entirely.

The roars of the people at the club were what shook his trance away, reminding him that he had a mission to fulfill. He stood there in the shadows, his eyes reluctantly leaving the stage and glancing at the dodgy men at table six.

"Goodevening, gents...and ladies." Women by the back cheered. It didn't matter who it was, people of all ages and genders saw you as an icon. You were much loved by the people. "I'm very glad I am able to preform to such a lively audiance. Those stuffy upper-class folk do not know how to have fun queit like you do." A laugh erupted out of the crowd, and he found himself chuckling, before going completely silent again. He didn't want anyone to notice him, but gosh, it was hard as of this moment.

"I hope you all have a great night. Band..." Music started, and for now, those men stood still, drinking their cheap brandy and staring at you. One thing Noir noticed was that one of them was not drinking, and both his hands were on his leg.

'A gun, most likely.' He thought to himself.

Your song started.

Saying it's like a siren's melody would be insulting to you, no creature, fictional or not, would have a voice like yours. Noir found himself looking at you, and this time, it felt hot. His face was getting shades darker. His body tensed up underneath his suit, yet he felt soothed. The way you moved your hands across your body, the way your voice reverberated across the room, the look in your eyes. At this moment, if you had asked him to throw himself into the river, he would've done it with no hesitation. He might be a superhero, but he was only a man underneath that mask.

Then he felt it.

That spider-sense of his was the only thing that was holding his mission together. His eyes darted towards the men, and the one not drinking stood up, pulling something out of his pocket, something that glinted when the light reflected on it.

He raised it as soon as your song finished. You were smiling while the crowd clapped, and right as he pulled the trigger, Noir moved, pushing you to the ground, the bullet missing you by a hair.

Chaos broke out. More shots were fired. And he stayed, sheilding your body with his.

"What.."

"Songbird? Right?" He spoke, his voice coming out a little high pitched than it really is. "Huge fan, by the way. Would love to get your autograph after this is over." They were still shooting at the both of you. Noir moved, pulling both of you behind the curtain. You were still in shock, staring at him like he was not real.

"Spider——You saved my life!"

"Heh, I do that for a living, but we have to move. Those men will do anything to kill you." He helped you up, holding you close to his chest, sheilding you inside his coat. You struggled to stand, so he supported you by the waist, holding you firmly. "I—Why would anyone want to kill me?—Holy, shit, is that a gun?"

The henchmen were getting closer. Noir pulled out the gun you just pointed out and shot at one of them, injuring his leg. The other two stood surprised for a moment, before charging at the both of you at full speed. "They want to make a statement out of y—" He dodged one of them, making sure you did not lose your balance. The other charged and he dodged again, before quickly making his way backstage with you still holding tightly to his chest.

"Statement? What did I even do?—"

"Listen, I'll explain, but for me to do that, we need to get out of here in one piece." He said, rushing you up the stairs, as he shot down at the two men running after you. They did not budge. His hand wrapped around a prop, and he threw it at them, buying himself and the singer some time.

He ran into your dressing room and shut the door, locking it. He guided you to the window and slammed it open. "How did you even know I'd be here?"

"I'm a regular,"

"A regular?" You laughed, how you could laugh while in a situation like this baffled him, but that though was replaced by another. The fact that he made you laugh. "J. J. Jameson will not be thrilled to know that Spidernoir is against the prohibition act."

"I won't tell if you won't." He winked, and you laughed again. If it weren't for the fact that the door slammed open, he would've taken the next step ahead and asked you for a night out.

His moves were swift, you found yourself colliding with his chest again, his hand slung around your waist. He shot three times, then he moved again, putting both your legs on his forearm, carrying you bridal style. You squealed as he shot again, involuntarily wrapping your arms around his neck.

It was getting hard to focus with the fact that he had someone as wanted and beautiful as you clinging onto him like this, but he maintained his speed and agility. He knocked a gun out of one of the henchmen's hands, and he came charging a him. He slammed into the window, breaking the glass into million little pieces.

Noir could make his escape.

You felt his hands wrap around your body tightly, as he stepped out of the window, still shooting at the incoming men. "Listen, I'm going to do something, but please, refrain from screaming—"

"I am being shot at by four different men and somehow, our local superhero is saving me. Trust me, whatever you will do—" He shot. He wasn't sure where all these men were coming from. He didn't expect them to have backup. "—will probably not be the thing that will make me scream."

Then you screamed.

Alot.

He was unsure how someone with such a voice, would let out such screams. "Hey, what else could I have done?" His grasp tightened around your waist as he swung away from the building. Those thugs were still shooting at you, some even managed to get into the car and were now disrupting the traffic running after you. "—We need to get away from them!"

"Okay, Okay, just not so fast!" You screamed against the wind, holding tightly onto him, your head buried deep at the nape of his neck. Noir let go of his web for a moment, his eyes widening when he felt your breath against his clothed neck. Your scream was what alerted him to what he'd done. He dodged an incoming car, and swung away, the thugs were still hot on your trail. "What—Why are these people so determined on killing me?"

"You pissed off the wrong people," He replied, "Honestly, salute for that. I admire how honest you are."

A look of realisation crossed your eyes. "Ah—That stupid, New Year's party," He chuckled, it was amusing watching you realise what might've ticked them off. "Honestly I'm starting to regret the whole 'honesty is the best policy' attitude." You replied, "What would getting rid of a singer even do for them?"

Noir ducked into an alleyway, making sure that he did after swinging between different buildings, ensuring that you lose that car. "It's suppose to be some kind of statement. You know. Make it seem like the working class is weak and divided. Tyrannical work, if you ask me." He swung back on a regular street, one much calmer than the one before. Your face contorted, and you frowned. He found himself getting upset. "We have to make sure you are safe for a bit, you can't go back to your house." He added, "Is there anywhere else I can take you? Anyone that could help? Husband? Fiancée?"

"I...don't have anyone." You reply, blushing. "I have an apartment...it was my mother's. I used to stay in it before I got big. No one knows where it is. You can take me there."

"Gladly."

You were queit silent after giving him instructions, gasping and letting out queit noises whenever he went too fast. Noir tried his best to make you feel safe and secured. He did not want to frighten you. You've experienced enough fright for one night.

"There, that balcony!" Once he spotted where you'd been pointing, he swung over and set you down. It was queit. Very queit, but not in a threatening way. He waited a few minutes, supporting your body until you were able to stand on your own. "You're queit touchy, Mr. Noir." You joked, and Noir blushed, instantly looking to the side. "Apologies, I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable."

"You didn't." Once you were standing up on your own, he saw you reach for some keys, inserting one small one into the keyhole on the balcony door. "You saved my life. I owe you..well, my life." You said, unlocking it. "Truly, I am unsure how to..repay you."

You opened the door, and entered, kicking off your shoes. "Would you like to come in for a drink..I still need to know about those guys.." You looked back, but there was no one in the balcony.

"Spidernoir?" You called out, stepping out into the cold winter breeze. He reappeared once again, hanging upside down from the roof.

As much as it pained him, he had to say it. "I'd love to have drinks, but I have to go...make sure they won't be bother to you for the time being." He had webbed one of the henchmen when you were back at the club, he needed to retrieve him before any of his friends think of coming back to cover their tracks.

You stepped closer to him, "Ah, I..I understand. I..Thank you for saving me. I can't show the amount of my gratitude." His eyes twinkled. You looked like a single, most beautiful rose underneath the pale moonlight. Looking at you made his chest tighten, and his tounge twist. "It's..my duty, and all." He replied, the blush on his face increasing as you moved a little bit closer. Your face was mere inches from his.

Your fingers traced his neck, and you hooked your finger around the hem of his mask. Noir tensed up, unsure if he was feeling light headed from hanging upside down or from your touch.

"May I?" You asked, and he immediately knew what you were asking for. All he could muster was a nervous 'You can.' as he watched you pull his mask down.

You set it on the bridge of his nose. Curiosity was killing you, you wanted to know who it truly was underneath the mask. Who was the man that saved you from being an imitation of a slice of swiss cheese?

He felt the wind on his face, cooling down his heated skin. That didn't last long, when he felt your hands on the exposed part of his jaw and cheeks. You leaned in, and when he felt your lips against his, he almost let go of his web. Your lips felt tender and soft, your kiss ignited him and the sensation filled him with warmth he'd never felt before.

"There. Your reward." You whispered as you pulled away, leaving him enjoying the bliss you've just bestowed upon him. You adjusted his mask for him, and his hat fell by your feet. When he opened his eyes, he pulled himself up snd then dropped himself on the balcony, standing on his feet. You picked up his hat, extending it to him, but he shook his head. "Keep it. A souvenir of our meeting."

"I'd like to see you once more. I need to know—"

"You will see me." He replied softly, the wind blowing his coat dramatically. "I will look out for you. Till this whole thing blows over. Then you can return my hat."

You beamed at him. "I think I'll keep it."

Goodness, he was going to go thank those thugs for making the two of you meet.

"I'll see you around then, Noir." You tiptoed and kissed his cheek, heading back inside.

"See you around, Songbird."

"Ah, don't call me that." You chuckled, as you grabbed onto the handel to close the balcony.

"Songbird is what those higher ups call me, simply because they can't be bothered to know me. You can call me by my name."

BONUS:

THE DAILY BUGLE

SPIDERNOIR SPOTTED AT UNDERGROUND CLUB, BREAKING THE PROHIBITION ACT AND KIDNAPPING NATION'S BELOVED SINGER 'SONGBIRD'

...whose whereabouts are unknown. May they be safe and sound. Police investigation are being held as of this moment.

#across the spiderverse #hobie brown #into the spider verse #miguel o'hara #atsv pavitr #gabriella o’hara #gwen stacy #lyla spiderverse #marvel #miguel spiderverse #spider noir #spider noir fluff #spider punk #spider gwen #spiderman 2099 #peter parker #peter b parker #spider noir × reader #spiderman

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emichevy · 10 months

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NOIR HEAD CANONS!! (Part 1) I love my wife

#spider man #spiderman noir #spider man: across the spider verse #into the spider verse #spider noir #noir #wife #hes so perfect #gives him forehead kisses #headcanon #headcanons #fluff hcs #peni parker #miles morales #spider gwen #spider ham #pookie

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unluckiestmember · 11 months

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Hi can I request Spider-Man Noir x fem reader where the reader is a spider man from another universe and headcannons about how their relationship would work?

Like for example, do they visit eachother in each others universes?

Anyway please and thank you :>

-Amy :3

Coming right up!

Spider-Man Noir X Spider-Woman! Reader

Characters: Spider-Man Noir

Tags: Gentleman Energy, Fluff, Proud Boyfriend, Long Distance Relationship, Established Relationship and Cute Couple Energy so strong it's disgusting-

Warning: None. SFW.

A/N: Hey, Amy! I hope you're having a great day today! I hope you also enjoy these headcanons I made for Spider-Man Noir! Have a good day, love! <3

Okay, this is no surprise, but this guy is a gentleman.

As soon as you shoot an arrow into his heart, he’s trying to swoop you off your feet.

You being Spider-Woman was a plus!

At first he was a bit skeptical with you being from another universe.

As much as he cared for you, he wasn’t like the “youngsters” who were so cool with LDRs, let alone dating those who were a million miles away.

But he talked to you about it and you both worked for your relationship to work.

Expect this man to beat the crap out of criminals with you and call it a date.

Sometimes he doesn’t even expect you to fight with him. He’ll just start showing off to you.

“This one’s for you!” You’re going to hear that a lot on the battlefield.

When you aren’t fighting crime, he’ll show you the sights in his universe.

Maybe he’ll take you to town and dance the night away or find a flick to check out.

Or he could sit at home with you and practically do nothing. Whatever makes you happy.

Some days he’ll pop by unannounced to your place just to say hi or show off a new object he found in the Spider-Verse.

He doesn’t monologue when he’s around you, he pours his heart out.

Other Spider-Men find this to be annoying, but you love every second of it.

Is the type of guy to take off his coat to put on the floor if there’s a puddle for you to walk upon.

I’m pretty sure he’s even used his body if his coat wasn’t available.

When he’s not throwing his coat everywhere for you, he will put it on you if you get chilly.

Will do the same with his hat if need be.

Noir shows you off to every Spider-Man he meets proudly.

Will also brag about the countless skills and abilities you have at your disposal.

You aren’t a trophy wife to this man, you are his second half.

Spider-Verse Requests are open!

Likes and retweets are always appreciated! I love you all, stay hydrated and have a good day! <3

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twiisted-king · 11 months

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♢ Spider-Man Noir BF HC’S ♢

➟ Spider-Man Noir / GN!Reader 🕸️

➟ SFW / NSFW

➟ TW : 1930’s Attitudes, The Great Depression, Injuries/Blood, Sexual Content, & Smoking.

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— Let’s set one thing straight, he is husband material.

— The moment y’all start dating is when he starts thinking of marriage. Obviously he’s from the 1930’s so he probably thinks more in terms of “ I Man, I Husband “. I don’t think it’s to the point of being toxic though :)

— Peter has a gun, yes a gun, that he is not afraid to use especially when it comes to you. He’s always clutching you close to him whenever y’all go outside and keeping a close eye on the environment around him. He already lost Uncle Ben, he is NOT losing you too.

— A total gentleman : flowers, taking your coat, kissing your hand, he goes the whole nine yards.

— It’s hard for him to just be comfortable sometimes. Experience the Great Depression and being Spider-Man has left him a nervous wreck who just can’t calm down. He’s always expecting the worse. In other words, please treat this man like he’s the best thing in the whole world, he needs it.

— A music lover who would be even more smitten if you danced with him. He’ll hum to the tune and spin you around the livingroom with this big, goofy smile on his face.

— Peter runs off of coffee, cigarettes, and adrenaline. He doesn’t have the easiest line of even as a civilian and often works late into the night. He’s always exhausted when he gets home and just wants to fall into bed beside you.

— Is pretty always big spoon. It’s just easier since he’s more then a likely taller than you plus he likes taking on the protector role.

— A decent chef. He can definitely make a mean dinner and has learned a few tips/tricks from Aunt May.

— Patch up his wounds! He’s a good patient who just sits there with this glint of admiration in his eyes as you clean up any blood or stitch close a deeper cut. He’ll absolutely tease you by asking if you can “ kiss it better “.

— He writes sappy poetry. It’s mostly just for kicks and giggles though he can definitely whip out something that really touches your heart. He gets flustered if you thank him for the poetry and just hides his red face behind his hat Jotaro style.

— Peter wants to eventually move away from New York to somewhere much quieter. He wants to marry you and have a big house. If you want kids that’s more than okay with him and if you don’t he’s content on settling for a dog. He absolutely loves dogs.

♢ NSFW ♢

— While not the most experienced person sexually he still knows how to have a good time.

— Peter’s libido isn’t the highest and sex is more of a celebratory/occasional thing. You got a job promotion? Cool! Peter wants to bang you on the couch until the walls are white and the multiverse rips apart.

— I think Peter definitely gets aroused a lot he just doesn’t act on his feelings. He doesn’t exactly have time to take an hour away for some much needed love making.

— But when he does get that hour away? Oh boy howdy prepare yourself.

— I already discussed that there is more than likely a height difference and he takes that to his advantage. It’s easy to just scoop you up no matter how heavy you are and have sex with you right against the kitchen wall.

— Like he’ll rip your clothes off in the heat of the moment then promise to buy your another shirt later.

— RIDE 👏🏻 THIS 👏🏻 MAN 👏🏻 - He doesn’t mind just kicking back and letting you take control for a bit. He lets out the hottest noises and when you’re thighs are aching from bouncing on him? He just manually fucks you on his cock all while telling you about how nice you feel tensing around him.

— No surface in your place is safe. Kitchen counter, bed, couch .. you’ve been banged on all of them.

— Wants to stuff you full of as much of his cum as possible. He’ll cum into over and over again until your stomach is bloated with his release.

— He’s big! It can be an adjustment taking his dick and he’s fully aware of his size. He’s always whispering encouragements to you, telling you about how good you look taking him like this. His balls are big too lmao.

#Spider-Man Noir #into the spider verse #across the spiderverse x reader #atsv x reader #spider-man noir X reader #spider-noir X reader #it’s like 1 am help me #nsft concept #smut #fluff #Peter Parker X reader #itsv X reader #headcanons #spiderverse

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kairiscorner · 9 months

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ok but like imagine drunk peter asking if you'd love him even if he grew old and wrinkly like,

will you still love him when he's no longer young and beautiful? (drunk spider noir x reader)

"love..." he mumbled as you carried him up from the floor as he fell over from the influx of alcohol in his system. you muttered a few curse words under your breath as you hoisted him up and brought him over to the sofa. hoping the thud that came from plopping your husband down on the couch didn't awaken your daughter, you looked over at him pitifully as he gave you a lopsided grin and extended his hands out for you. "dearest..." he called out for you as you reluctantly tended to his drunken self.

"yes, peter?" you asked him in a patient tone as he groaned at not having you wrapped around his arms right now. "don't 'yes peter' me... i want hugs!" he whined out in a slurred voice, to which you nodded as you moved closer toward him, and with him sitting up in a jagged way to give you a big bear hug before you could even sit on the sofa beside him. he chuckled drunkenly as he muttered things about your hair, your lovely evening wear, the shittiness of the cheap wine he bought--and just... how beautiful you are, how beautiful you are all the time.

"darling...?" he called out to you again with a pouty face. "what is it, peter?" you asked him as he squeezed your cheeks and let out another drunk chuckle. "you're so beautiful, absolutely... purty..." he said as you noticed the worsening flush on his face from the alcohol taking effect on him. "what's a dazzling doll like you... doing with a, with a dull old man like me?" he asked you as you took off his glasses and set them aside.

you smiled as you ran a hand through his hair and chuckled yourself. "you're my husband, peter. i'm with you for that reason, that we're married." "but d'ya love me? i've heard tales of... of poor old men being left high and dry by... by spouses who never loved 'em! i love you... so, so, so, so much... even if your hair grays, and your vision blurs... i'm yours forever, doll..." he confessed as he pulled you closer to him, lifting you effortlessly--even when drunk--and placing you on his chest, holding you tightly. "i hope i'm enough for you, even when i get old and wrinkly and gross..." he pleaded as you held his face in your hands.

"distinguished, you mean?" you corrected him as he giggled and planted kisses on your face. "right, when i become old, wrinkly, and distinguished... i hope you'll love me even then." "i always will, peter." you replied as you placed your lips over his, reassuring him your love was always going to be his, as his love was always going to be yours no matter how many lifetimes pass you two.

a/n: will you still love me when i'm no longer young and beautiful.......

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @sabcandoit @binibinileonara @luvstarrstruck @maxoloqy @k4tsu3 @thee-fantastic-mrfox @fiannee @fictarian @yuridopted0

#spider noir #spider noir x reader #spider noir x you #spider noir x y/n #spider noir fluff #atsv #atsv imagines #atsv fluff #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader

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jk66m · 10 months

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𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒₊˚❀₊˚.

— 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

How the men of the Spiderverse ask you to be their date for prom. Based on this request.

paring: Hobie Brown × Fem!Reader, Spider Noir (he's 19 y'all) × Fem!Reader, Miles Morales (earth 1610) × Fem!Reader

genre: Fluffy drabbles & headcanons, SFW

notes: For this headcannon I will mainly focus on teens and younger characters as they are closer to the age range for prom.

*ೃ༄ 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐨𝐢𝐫

Noir is old fashioned, so he will definitely be the type to pull out a bouquet of roses, a romantic letter, and maybe even a box of chocolate for his promposal. He will ask you directly as he thinks it shows his sincerity and love for you more (and he also thinks that it is not proper to ask someone indirectly for an event as grand as this).

"Ah thank you for escorting me home tonight Peter," you said sweetly as you walked the final steps of the staircase to your apartment complex.

Peter nodded, silently trailing behind you. It is midnight, a dangerous time for young high school girls such as yourself to roam around the streets (albeit you are eighteen and an official adult, he does not trust men).

"So, I will just go in now," you pointed towards the door, "I will see you next weekend."

"Wait," he suddenly stops you.

Peter pulls out from his coat pocket an envelope and from behind his back a bouquet of fresh red roses.

"Would you be my date?"

You gasp. "Why of course Peter!"

You jump into his strong arms and he swings you around.

Once you are put on the floor again, you peck him on the lips to which he responds passionately, gnawing your tender flesh and hands all over your body.

His touches are ticklish. Your sounds of laughter resonates through the building, and Peter chuckles along with you.

You suddenly stop, seemingly realizing something.

"Wait, how did I not notice you got a whole bouquet of roses right behind you?"

Peter looks away.

"Um... that does not matter."

♱‧₊˚ 𝐇𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧

Hobie would ask you out in confidence and style. He will plan a surprise for you for his promposal, and it will be extremely prepared and ready. He is not exactly the lovey-dovey type but he has a way with words and that pulls you in.

"Oh what is this?" You asked yourself as you entered your apartment.

The space is decorated strings strings of lights in the ceilings and a path of scattered rose petals leading to the kitchen — all obviously the works of your boyfriend Hobie.

"Hmm..?”

You follow the path into the room to a wall with a blue note taped to it.

"Go to the study room," you read, "Oh," You notice something.

Below the note on the desktop you see a small box wrapped in patterned paper. You quickly open it.

In it, contains a brand new copy of the ring that you had lost on your first date with Hobie. You had told him it is an important item left by your mother, you did not expect him to actually remember it.

"Oh my god."

The heartfelt present roused your interest for what would come next, and you quickly follow the clue and goes into the study room.

You arrive in front of your office table and sees a yellow note taped to it with a red box placed beside it.

You open it, and pick up a phone decorated in stylish stickers.

Examining the work more closely, you take notice of the additional buttons and pieces cleverly induced into it, probably made for applications of sorts that normal phones could not achieve.

Chest filled with happiness, you grab the note and reads out the next clue.

"Go to the bedroom."

You do so contently.

On your bed scatters a variety of bags and boxes of snacks that you love. Against the headboards sits a cardboard sign with words written in colored marker: ___ would you go to prom with me?

A large cut-out arrow below the text points towards the balcony, and you scream as you noticed who is there.

Hobie, dressed in posh couture, stood cross-legged leaning against the railings. He has a bouquet of flowers in his hand, seemingly freshly picked.

"Since when did you get in here?"

You went to hug him, and he pulls you closer for a peck on the forehead.

"Not too long ago."

"You surprised me."

"I know."

He kisses you again on the lips this time, passionately.

"So what's the answer huh?" He murmured against you, "I prepared so much for this."

"It's a yes, obviously."

“…Hmm I want to celebrate this, with something more physical."

You give him a look, and he stares at you right back mischievously.

"Come on, is your acceptance not worth celebrating?”

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Miles would be so adorable when asking you out, like he will be dressed up in his best shirts and kicks, and would definitely be the type to be nervously knocking on your door. He thought about asking you on text before because he knows he will probably be super nervous, but he feel like that will show that he is not sincere, so he asked you in person instead. He's awkward, but in a cute way where you just could not reject him.

Maybe he should go. Maybe he should head back, lay back onto the comfort of his bed, and just take his time to make a well-written text message to ask you out.

But he is already at the steps of your door. He has flowers and gifts. And he knows you would not be satisfied with just a text. (who would?)

He rings the bell once more.

Miles only realizes how heartdropping it is to ask someone to prom just now. His heart is thumping, his belly is flipping, and despite years of athletic building as Spider-Man, his legs felt like two wobbly sticks of clumpy jello.

The door opens. His breath stops.

"Who are you?"

A man appears in the doorway, looking at him up and down.

"Um, I am here for ___,” Miles reports.

The man nods and turns back and calls out your name.

You quickly run down the staircase and meets Miles on the steps.

"Would you like to go to prom with me?"

He hands you the flowers and the card and the chocolates.

You look at him in a daze.

"I-um of course."

You watch the edges of Miles's lips slowly grow upwards.

"Nice."

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miguelswifey04 · 9 months

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hii!! could i pls get autistic reader headcannons with noir and miguel? <3

YES OF COURSE <33 remember writing these are my headcanons and i know everyone experiences autism differently so i hope you all still enjoy <33 if you want more feel free to be as specific as you want, thank you <33!!

autistic! reader w/ noir & miguel

he’s extremely patient with you!! he respects your boundaries and avoid things that may hurt you in anyway shape or form

he’s actually very educated and make sure you’re always included into everything and not being left out <3

always gives his utmost attention and love, and respects it if physical touch becomes overwhelming for you—so maybe if you don’t want to hold hands or have him hug you, you both can link pinkies together and that’s more than enough for noir :)

he gives you space when you need it and checks up on you every once in awhile!! he knows you’re more than capable so he’s just there to assist you in case you need it but he’s more of a supportive person <3

he always writes letters or sends small gifts that he’s noticed you’ve taken interest in and you can’t help but feel extremely grateful for having such a loving and intricate partner like noir

autistic! reader w/ miguel

believe it or not miguel is someone you could fully unmask and be yourself 100% he would never judge you or shame you <3 and honestly he encourages you to be yourself without pressuring you

he and with the help of lyla—if uncomfortable with loud sounds & you have terrible sensory issues—designed specific headphones for you to wear 24/7 and still be able to hear everyone just to a minimal level that isn’t overwhelming for you :)

he definitely spoils you with weighted blankets and created a safe space for you to unwind and relax—whether it’s through music, dancing, singing, stimming, or having ambient lights to keep you grounded <3

miguel would definitely be checking up on you every once in awhile—may not be often because he knows you’re capable & respects your boundaries

always accommodates your needs whenever you need anything and he’s quick to react !!

he never questions anything and always tells you that if you need alone time you can go ahead and do what you need to do without telling him :)

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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.”

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