#spider noir x you

[isabella-kr]

In My Arms

Summary: Often struggling with nightmares, Peter finds it difficult to find rest, but he is soon put at ease by her loving presence lulling him to sleep.

Pairing: Spider Noir x F!Reader 

Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst

Warnings: Mentions of nightmares, past loss; RIP Uncle Ben

Note: 3rd Person POV & No use of Y/N

Word Count: 737

I do not give permission/consent for this work to be reposted or translated.

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The bright shine of the moon reflected off the dull walls within his bedroom. His eyes were glued to the ceiling, refusing to close despite the stinging that begged for at least an hour of sleep. He was counting the cracks in the paint on his ceiling as though they were sheep children were often taught to count to fall into a slumber. His wouldn’t come, however, and he knew so; the fear of the nightmares visiting in the middle of the night too strong for even an hour of rest. 

It was the sound of her soft inhales that grounded him in reality – that prevented him from getting lost in his own thoughts. The quiet snores were a pleasant change to the swearing, screaming and sounds of pain he was usually accustomed by. It was as though he could not get enough of them, angling his head in her direction to hear her better.  

With every breath she took, he could feel the bed dip ever so slightly, and so he pressed his hand against her warm back, enjoying the way it moved with her every movement. She was warm, he noticed. A type of warmth that’s inviting. Calming.  

He mindlessly moved his finger beneath her shirt and dragged it up and down her spine, so focused on feeling her warm skin against his that he failed to hear her breath hitch. His senses didn’t pick up on her sudden consciousness until she began to turn, facing his way with a concerned look in her eyes.  

“Pete,” she whispered, “Can’t sleep?”

He hummed deeply, his eyes closing as her hand moved to cup his cheek.  

“Nightmares again?”

“I just...” he looked her way, “It haunts me; like the scene has been burned into my eyelids.”

She knew she could not say anything he hadn’t heard before. Nothing she could say that could help ease his grief. Nothing that could make him forget the gruesome sight of his late uncle.

With a sharp exhale, his hand came to grab hers as his lips pressed a firm kiss against her palm. “I’m sorry for waking you,” he told her, “Go back to sleep.”

Her brows knit together as she shook her head, her arms moving to wrap around his neck to pull him in closer to her. She rested his head against her chest and fingers dug into the softness of his hair.  

Pressing a gentle kiss against his head, she whispered, “It’s okay Pete. I want you to wake me up.”

“No,” he replied, wrapping one arm around her torso, “You need your sleep.”

“So do you,” she pointed out.

Playing with his hair, she ignored the exasperated sigh that escaped his lips at her argumentative tone. He knew he couldn’t win with her – especially not now when his sleep deprived brain struggled to even keep up with the conversation.  

“I’m here, you know,” she said, “If you ever need to talk, Pete, I’m here. You’re safe with me.”

Silence. Her fingers continued working through his thick hair.  

“I know,” he eventually told her, smushing his cheek further into her, “Thank you.”  

She shuffled her body down the bed until his head was resting in the crook of her neck and she could rest her cheek against his forehead. He seemed to appreciate the gesture, the skin-to-skin contact putting him at ease.

He seemed more relaxed now, though still stiff underneath her fingers. As one of her hands was occupied with his hair, running her fingers through it and lightly scratching on his scalp, the other began to gently stroke the skin of his arm. Her lips pressed against his forehead, leaving a loving kiss behind before pressing her cheek against him once again.  

The sudden love and attention seemed to be doing him wonders, as his breath slowly began to even out, growing quieter and more laboured as the minutes ticked by. He subconsciously squeezed her harder as his consciousness began to slip away - as though she was a life boat in the middle of the dark and chaotic ocean.  

Like she was his candle in the middle of a pitch-black room.  

“Thank you... I love you,” he manged to whisper, his voice weak and tired as he had finally begun to drift off to sleep.

She smiled into his hairline, her eyes closing as she replied in a soft tone, “I love you, too.”

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[hobvitr]

Spider Noir x reader pretty please??

spider noir x reader

gn!reader

genre/warnings: domestic fluff, established relationship, marriage talk, unrevised writing

note: thank you for the request! i was wanting to do something for noir! and I'm here asking to all of you to be your favorite domestic fluff writer because i'm a sucker for that genre. i swear. recommended song: from the start - laufey

sinopses: you two cuddle at home watching some romcom while a storm is pouring outside.

the rain was pouring hard outside your apartment, a big storm roaming the city while you were alone, trying to watch something on tv to distract yourself from the so close thunders. of course peter weren't home yet from the patrolling, your mind full with worry even tho he was spiderman, he isn't immune to catch a cold. as your mind was full with him, you listen to the window opening and closing almost instantaneously.

sure the sound came from the bedroom, you go towards it, seeing peter completely drenched from the rain. "sorry for the mess, darling" his deep voice like a melody to your ears, even though you literally lived on the same house it still made you flustered. "I'll only accept your sorry if you don't catch a cold, handsome" as you adressed him, he took of his mask, hair disheveled and Impossibly fluffy. you could see the slight blush from your praise, he placed his round glasses on the bridge of his nose and took off his coat and throwing it and his suit on the empty laundry basket.

"can you help me get warm then?" he suggested, dressing some cozy clothes. you giggle, the domestic moment making your heart all warm. "only 'cause you asked so nicely". you hug him from behind but he is fast to turn and hug you back. "bed or couch?" he asks, chin pressed on the top of your head "couch".

you bring a blanket but peter was doing most of the job by lying on top of you, head resting on your chest and arms holding your middle. you two spend a brief time watching whatever romcom on tv until you feel him tense above you.

"what's wrong?" you ask, hand caressing his hair, the scene on the screen was a marriage proposal and you almost instantly made the connection. he didn't reply, so you instigate him. "do you want to marry someday?" at this point you didn't give a shit to the romcom, you only had eyes for peter.

"maybe... do you?" he looks up at you, sounding a bit worried. you could swear he right now was the most beautiful view you've ever seen. "maybe..." you said, looking away with a soft smile on your lips.

you feel him shifting and getting closer to your face, showering your jaw and neck with little kisses, making you giggle. "if i get to call you my husband you will do this every day?" you ask half playfully, holding his face with both your hands for him to look at you.

"more than once a day, doll, i swear" he smiles to you, hand brushing a strand of hair out of your face. "fair enough" you nod, pulling foward his face for a kiss on his lips. "I'm looking foward to being proposed" you tease him, and he starts to get up to do exactly it. "no- no peter, not now" you laugh and stop him, making him lay on top of you again.

#spider noir #spider noir x reader #spider noir x you #gn!reader #fem!reader #itsv x reader #into the spider verse #spider man x reader #masc!reader #spider man across the spider verse

[jk66m]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝟑 𝐖'𝐬 & 𝟏 𝐇 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐨𝐢𝐫˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

(𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬)

𝐇𝐨𝐰 (𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭?)

This man knows exactly what you need and how to give it to you. If your need comfort - vanilla sex with lots of praises, if you are extremely horny - some degradation and rough sex. He would not overdo it, so the concept is comfortable for you.

"Fuck. It's okay sweetheart, don't cry," He ushered.

Tears of pleasure streaked down the frames of your face as Peter thrusted into you — this time softer, with more care.

"You're doing so well, just a few more rounds and we can rest, hmm?"

𝐖𝐡𝐲 (𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧?)

There is nothing really specific that turns him on as everything about you is a possible factor for him to feel horny. However, if he were to choose, your eagerness for him is definitely a big one for him, especially if you plead or whine for him to fuck you this man just can't help himself). If you try to dress up for him (especially anything involving lace), expect this man's mouth to be dry and him to be stuttering.

"I-I," Peter recomposes himself, "You didn't tell me today is special."

You slowly step over to him, all the while swing your hips in your baby pink two-piece.

You had prepared for tonight to surprise him, and by the way his pants seem to have tightened, it worked.

His breathing became harsh as you came closer.

Peter's eyes glazed over the lace covering your body, and the curves below it — his orbs fiery in lust and passion.

"I know," you whispered, " wanted to surprise you.”

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

Although he prefers the bed as he believes that it is proper etiquette (and that you will have a better experience there), he can do it absolutely anywhere if he feels like it. However, he does not prefer public sex and does not like it when you are exposed in where you shouldn't be. If you really want to do it like that though, he will try for you.

"Peter," You gasped, "We are on a piano, we can't do it here."

"Why not?" He teased, "I don't see anybody around."

He bends down to your ears, "What? Afraid I am going to fuck you too hard it's going to break?"

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 (𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬?)

Noir enjoys positions that are somewhat intimate, so that if feels more like making love than pure fucking. His favorite is probably missionary as he could see your expressions up close. Contrastingly though, Noir can sometimes forget his traditional opinions on sex and just want to fuck you dirty. During those times, doggy style is his favorite.

"Fuck," Peter gasps.

He has you under him, legs up on the shoulder as he thrusted in you deep repeatedly — deep enough to cry for.

In a matter of seconds, this man had shifted his position so his hip is no longer behind yours and his demeanor has changed from downright dirty to adoring.

You are confused by this suddenly alter in his attitudes, but you made no thought of it as the rhythmic pleasure made it impossible to do so.

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[messylustt]

v.07.10.23 day four: thigh riding ( nsfw )

spider noir brainrot

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

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[sergeanttpoliteness]

sooo.. no idea how old the post was, but if your req are still open, Wholesome Spider Noir? 0u0

hello, love! not sure which post you're talking about, but the last time i posted a story was in 2020, so it's surely been a while, lmao. to be honest with you all, my days of writing for marvel are coming to an end, but when i saw this ask, i thought i'd post something in honor of the sequel of the movie that started it all, since this blog will forever mean a lot to me. thank you for this request, i hope it's enough <3

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Peter watches you now, as you wash the dishes and pass them to him to dry, lather covering your hands and forearms. You nearly drop and break a ceramic plate in the sink, and your humming to a song stuck in your head is replaced by small giggles.

He worries you’ll never know how much he truly loves you.

He knows you understand how tough it can be for him sometimes to be as open and vulnerable. Tribulations and heartache forged his heart, painted his soul a deep blue— like fierce, destructive ocean waves during a violent storm. You’ve reassured him countless times, yet after everything he’s seen, his brain struggles to accept there can exist someone so gentle, so angelic. As war and bloodshed explode around him, you’re like a flower blooming in between the broken concrete—  beauty amidst the foulness.

You wash the soap off your skin, and when you close the faucet, Peter immediately reaches for your wet hands and gently dries them with the kitchen towel. You chuckle. “You’re supposed to dry the dishes— not my hands.”

At the sight of your grin that reaches your eyes, he smiles. So many words, so many languages, so many smiles, and touches of lips, yet neither could ever fully convey this glow in his chest. So many universes, worlds, and people that have entered his life and that he will happen upon, yet he’ll always choose to be here with you. 

He calls your name. It’s an incantation that illuminates his chest and seeps into his surroundings, painting over the blue with glimmering gold. It helps him believe he won’t forever be damaged. No, he can also be the sunlight filtering through the heavy clouds and smoke, caressing the flower. 

Instead of the towel, Peter’s hands now brush against your skin, fingers trailing down your forearms, wrists, and knuckles until he places his palms flat against yours. He reaches down and plants a tender kiss on your forehead, lips lingering for a while. When he pulls away from you, heart racing, he prays you understand.

Your eyes soften, your fingers interlocking with his. 

“I know. I love you, too.”

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[rodolfoparras]

Color Show

Spider Noir x Male reader

Synopsis: In which Noir wants to learn about colors and you’re more than happy to help

Content tags: 18+, MINORS DNI, Dom! Male reader, sub!noir, anal play, anal beads, size kink, pain kink (kind of?), edging, mirror sex

A/N: so basically I learned that noir isn’t capable of feeling pain and the thought of him having a pain kink along with a size kink made my head start spinning. As always excuse my mistakes and I hope you enjoy the read!

“How about this, if you get all the colors right I’ll let you cum?”

Your words echo in Noir’s head as he stares at his reflection in the mirror. He looks absolutely wrecked, down on all four, hair mussed, chest rising and falling at a rapid pace and cock hard and leaking as you circle his puckered hole with your newest toy.

You’ve been teasing him for a while, gotten him so worked up only to pull away every time he’d been seconds away from reaching his climax.

He had begged and pleaded, asked you to let him finish but you’d denied his request every time.

At some point though, you had made an offer and pulled something out of your closet. Desperate and in need he was ready to agree to whatever you had wanted of him, and that very thing happened to be-

“Alright doll, how about you tell me the color of the first one?” You say, voice sounding sickly sweet as nudge the lubed up bead against his puckered rim.

The sound of your voice brings his attention back to the present moment, gaze shifting from his own reflection onto the sphere reflected in the mirror.

It’s colorful and rather large in size and his dick twitches at the thought of having it inside.

“Noir,” you say sharply “answer the question, darling”

He takes a moment to think before he recognizes the color in front of him.

“Green, sir” he says and just as the words leave his lips you slowly push the bead inside of him.

“Hah- god!” he mewls out, brows pinched and mouth agape, as his hole accommodates to the stretch.

“Good job doll, doing so well” Noir hears you say, but he barely registers your words as he focuses on the intrusion inside his hole.

There’s no stinging feeling that comes with the stretch since he’s long lost the ability to feel pain but the way his muscle contours uncomfortably around the sphere sends delightful sparks of pleasure through his entire body.

“You good doll?” You ask once the first bead is completely inside of him and the second one is nudging at his rim.

By this point, the pleasurable sensation from the stretch had long subsided, leaving him feeling wet, almost cold and hole gaping for more, more, more and he makes his wishes known, words slurred and hips rocking into your touch. “Mm- Please- need - need more”

You just chuckle at his enthusiasm but don’t hesitate to move onto the next question.

“Alright, alright, doll how about you tell me the color of this one” you ask him, tone ever so calm and patient as you wait for him to answer.

The next bead was slightly larger than the three fingers that you had prepared him with, and much more duller in color than the one nestled inside of him.

Noir takes a moment to respond, mind still a bit distracted from the intrusion in his hole but he mulls over the answer as his gaze inspects the color.

“Purple sir” he whispers under a shaky breath and just as the words leave his lips, you slide the second bead into him,

“Oh - oh- oh yes” he cries out as the plastic tugs and taunts at his rim, hole once again stretching to accommodate to the size of the sphere. The pleasurable sensation from earlier returning once again as the bead drags along his walls and burrows inside of him.

“Right again, doll” you say, sounding pleased with him and he can’t help but let the words go straight to his head, Like the cat that got the cream, he thinks to himself as he catches your proud expression in the mirror.

Although he feels slightly more full with two beads inside of him, he can’t help but crave more more more and he once again makes his wishes known, needy noises escaping his parted mouth as he rocks into your touch.

“This one might be a bit harder, let’s see how well you’ll do” You say, referring to the third bead nudging at his rim. It’s larger than the previous two and sporting a rather bright hue.

He tries to remember where he’d seen the color before but quickly loses his train of thoughts when your free hand glides between his thighs, gently fondling his balls.“Please - ah- I cant!”

“I asked you something Noir and I expect a reply,” you say sharply as you tug at his balls in warning.

“Fuuuck!” Noir wails out as he clutches harder onto the mattress. The sudden tug at his most sensitive part sends pleasurable waves rippling through his body, almost derailing him completely from what he’s supposed to be doing but when you tug at them again he forces himself to regain his focus.

This color he’d seen many times before. Its the very same color that can be found on his lips, cheeks and his hard and weeping cock.

“That’s blue- no wait red” and just as he says that you slide the third bead into him, hearing the obscene squelching sound his hole makes as it takes the sphere.

“Nffh-please!” he squeaks out, head tipping back as his fingers dig further into the mattress. With three beads inside of him he finally feels the fullness he’d be craving. He’s now hyper aware of the hand you have on his lower back, the way his cock is hard and leaking between his thighs and the way the beads are stretching him almost in the same way your cock does. “please need to -ah need to-“ he says voice frantic as his mind starts to panic.

“Shhh it’s okay doll you can touch yourself” you say already knowing what he needs

“Thank you, sir” he says under a shaky breath, hand brushing over the fringe of curls and eager fingers wrapping around the base, before he slowly starts stroking himself .

“Feels- ah- feels so so good sir- oh god” he slurs out as he goes from languid strokes to harshly tugging at his cock.

You continue this little game of yours and at some point he loses counts of how many colors he’d recited. All he know is that the beads kept sliding and sliding and sliding inside of him until he was basically skewed onto the thing and was sure he could feel the beads all the way to his stomach. On top of that his cock is aching and leaking all over his fist as he keeps vigorously stroking it.

“What color is this?” Noir hears you say but at this point he’s barely registering your words as heat starts coiling in his groin.

“Noir” He hears you call out again as his vision starts to blur, pulse roaring in his ears, and the pleasurable sensations starts making its way through his entire body.

Through his hazy like state he hears your voice again, calm and collected, ever so patient as you clue him in on the answer to your question.

“Color of sunflowers?” He echos back in question, as his hazy mind scrambles for an answer. But all he can think about is how the room is turning into a blurry picture of shapes and blobs and how the blood roaring in his ears sounds very much like colors.

He knows the answer, has seen the color enough to know, can taste the word at the tip of his tongue but he can also taste the sweet, sweet, taste of his release and he loses focus easily.

His toes curl, fingers threating to rip at the sheets as he says the first color that comes to him “blue”

It takes him a second to register your words, too lost in pleasure to notice that he got it-

“ wrong” you say, voice dripping with disappointment. “We’ll have to stop here”

That’s when he finally snaps out his daze, the blurry image coming together and forming a clear picture of your disappointed face.

“No no no no no!" He shouts out in protest, sounding wrecked and desperate, body withering under your touch as you wrap your hand around his wrist to halt any and all movements on his cock. “Why did you stop?”

“You got it wrong, Noir. We have to do it again” you repeat in a much slower tone, giving him time to digest your words.

He goes to say something again but the look on your face has him halting any attempts to protest. “Yes sir” he says under a shaky breath as he prepares for you to pull the beads out of him.

“I hope I made it clear that you are not allowed to cum” you say sounding firm in your tone.

He tries to form a response, anything that won’t come out in the form of a wretched sob, but he can’t seem to find the words, too busy mourning the loss of his release and only manages to nod.

Don’t move, stay, take what he gives, something says inside of him.

“Good boy, Noir” you say as you tug at the end of the handle, watching the way the first bead slides out of him, evoking a deep groan out of him.

The second bead slides out of him and his vision starts to blur again.

By the time the third bead is sliding out of him he feels his knees almost buckle.

The onslaught of sensation keeps coming in waves - a pop-pop-popping sensation against his rim as you pulled the beads out of him, and despite everything in him begging to give in to his release he manages to hold out all the way to the last bead.

“Good there, Noir. Now, let’s try this again, yeah?”

#spider noir #spider noir x reader #spider noir x male reader #across the spider verse #dom male reader #sub male character #into the spiderverse #spider noir x you #Alec writes #man idk what tags y’all use for #him #I was little hesitant about posting this #mostly bc he isn’t very popular but also the whole idea isn’t popular either so #but I poured sm work into this and refuse to just throw it out

[taurder]

hi i'm the anon who asked abt spider-noir. anyways can i get him x male reader with praise/degradation & overstim? like noir is begging to be fucked and then he can't take it and reader is like "i thought this is what you wanted" 🤭if thats too much, feel free to ignore. thank u xx

top!dom!reader x bottom!sub!spider-noir.

contains: overtism, praise and degradation, anal (character receiving) and much grabbing at skin, established relationship between reader and spider-noir.

note: i really like overtism and i hope i delivered something you'll like, anon. feel free to ask for more with spider-noir!

you know peter has had a rough week when he doesn't want to talk at all the moment he gets home, and just demands for your undivided attention with several attacks of desperate kisses from his now uncovered mouth. his demands of course won't come at the form of words at first, instead his enthralling body will slowly get you in the mood he wants you to be. you were busy, actually helping him with a case and about to let him know about a dead end, but the thought is secondary now that he has you against a wall, his hips already grinding into you and he finally yanks off his mask all the way from his face.

"need you" his hair is a mess after the rapid take off of his mask, but his lips are inviting and you go along with his movements. he means what he just said and lets you know by taking off his trenchcoat, already undoing his belt and kicking his shoes off without your help. he doesn't care about just letting all his clothes fall onto the floor as long as you keep devouring his mouth into yours, pulling soft little moans from his throat. the only item he has seen to threat differently was his fedora, which you didn't notice at what point was thrown into the couch, landing perfectly there.

his hands are already hurring up to undo the buttons in his vest when you pull him by the waist, turning so you can press him down in the wall now. he gasps, content even if he gives you a scoff for the interruption of the kiss, and you make it up to him by getting your leg in-between his. he keens, legs parting to give you more space as he pulls you closer to him. "really really need you to fuck me" he adds, and the semi-hard he grinds into your thigh is enough confirmation. your hands undo his buttons, throwing the vest right on top of his coat. by this point he's putting a rhythm to the way he shamelessly grinds into your leg, but you don't mind while your hands go under his sweater and undershirt, feeling him up from the abs to his chest.

he gets more worked up, because you love touching him in a way that makes every part of his body heat up from your fingers caressing imaginary lines, or how you unexpectedly grab at his skin, putting pressure into his pectorals or abs, but what he likes more is when you pinch him. his whole body shivers when your thumb and middle finger grab at his nipple, hard. "fuck– can you..?" your other hand squeezes at his side, leaving his skin slightly red. his voice gets huskier and even more grave as the minutes pass and you can't even act surprised when he suddenly tenses up and moans high, pressing his own body into your hands as his clothed dick cums inside his boxers. you feel wetness against your thigh.

"did you just cummed by grinding into me like a dog?" he seems embarrassed, but not overly so to not look at you, a spark in his blown pupils. "well if you're done i guess we should.." "Nonono, no, I want more, please fuck me. I didn't thought I would cum just by– well" so it'll be one of those nights. you like a part of them, the part you get to hear him beg and moan, but you're not a fan of what it means. he needs to feel something right now, and he needs it to be pleasure more than pain. "you sure?" you ask, as you always do, and he nods and kisses you, his face growing warmer near yours.

and so you take him to the bedroom, taking time in preparing his hole before you rail him while he's watching you, pulling his spread legs wide for you, his hands jerking his own member as you avoid his prostate in every thrust. "look at you, leaking again even if you cummed already" he takes it as a challenge, and even if his expression shifts slightly to a frown he speeds up his movements. "fuck. yeah, make yourself messy for me twice" you try matching the way he's moving his hand up and down to the way you fuck him. you pull out just middle way, getting properly deep when his hand does a little circled motion in his tip to spread the pre into the rest of his member.

"more, agghh. i can take more, please" his usually deep voice is starting to crack into something higher, needy, and so you slide your hands up his sides, getting his turtle neck in the middle of his glistening torso. you grab his skin there, hard, your left one going slightly down to squeeze at his ass, making him whine and do the same to his own cock. "ah, ah, ah, mmgghh– harder! ah, more" his body goes up and down beautifully with each of your thrusts and in no time he's cumming again. his body tenses up and his eyes close tight for the hard sensation, you can see a fine line of tears running through his temples and into the bed as white ropes of semen paint his abdomen and black sweater, making a great contrast.

"twice already, being spider-man has his perks for a slut like you, huh?" you pat one of his legs that now is hanging in the bed, his eyes are still closed, mouth open to catch more air while he comes down from his orgasm. you get your hands again under his sweater, making it go higher enough for you to see all of his chest, and you grab in each hand his pectorals, hearing him whine. "what? thought you wanted more and more, right?" you push yourself deeper into him, so he can feel your still hard cock. sure enough he moans, but he's frowning and opening his eyes quickly when you grab at his hips now, sliding out of him to turn his body in the bed. he's face down and seems to think you'll let him rest a little, but you guide your cock back into his inviting hole. "that's it, you take me so well each time peter"

"wait– i'm too.. mmmggh" his complain dies when your second thrust goes straight to his prostate. he rests his head sideways and you can see the conflict in his expression. "too soon.. i'm really fucking sensitive i- i can't–" sure he can. you slap one of his ass cheeks and his lower back arches towards your dick, making you smile and hold into his hips. he moans out "stop, stop you'll break me or.."

"break you? you asked for this, love". you make a point by starting out slow, sliding your cock really deep into him and getting almost all the way out in each movement. "said you wanted more even if i was giving it to you, remember?" he doesn't talk back, but you see his hands grabbing the sheets beneath them. "this is what you wanted, am i mistaken?" another two hits into his prostate and his walls squeeze you. that's answer enough for you to go faster, harder. now you're reaching your orgasm, unaware that his sensitive dick grinding in the bed is getting hard from the abuse.

his skin feels hot from where you grab him hard, and if you look at his face you can see his eyes going up in pleasure even if more single tears are getting out. you love seeing his ass bounce in each thrust, the lewd sound it makes each time it makes contact with your skin and it only takes another squeeze from his part to make you cum deep into his hole. his body shivers and you hear him moan again, letting him rest some minutes before you slide out, watching your cum run into his inner thigh. you flip him again, less harshly to help him clean but you encounter the surprise of seeing a wet spot in the bed filled with more cum. peter smiles at you, his voice almost back at his grave nature.

"you made me come three times, you fucker". you laughed a little, getting up in the bed just to kiss him, letting him know you just give him what he wanted. "i know. love you" and the case laid in your table can wait a couple hours more, the crime he bravely fights and the people he shoots and punches can wait also, because you plan to make him feel just as loved as he is for more than three rounds of sex.

#taur's answered #spider noir #spider noir x reader #spider noir x male reader #top male reader #male reader #top reader x character #sub character #gn reader #into the spider verse #atsv x you #spider noir x you #spider noir x gn reader #🕷️ anon

[miguelswifey04]

do you have any noir x reader nsfw drabbles, or headcanons in general??👀

oh em gee, yes cooking it up right now 🙊🌱

noir groaned in response to your moan, feeling the intensity of your desire as you wrapped your legs around his waist. he wasted no time in removing his pants, freeing his hardened length. the air thickened with anticipation as he positioned himself at your entrance, his gaze locked with yours.

with a slow yet deliberate motion, noir began to push himself inside you, his length filling you inch by inch. the feeling of his intimate intrusion mingled with the electric tension in the air, heightening the pleasure between you. he relished in the tightness and heat of your core as he sank deeper, his groans of pleasure echoing in the room.

as he buried himself completely, he paused for a moment, allowing both of you to adjust to the intimate connection. his hands grasped your hips, his grip firm and possessive as he readied himself. with a surge of lustful determination, he began to move, his hips grinding against yours in a steady rhythm.

each powerful thrust brought waves of ecstasy, his movements growing more intense with each passing second. the room filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, your moans of pleasure mingling in a symphony of desire.

his lips sought out yours once again, claiming your mouth in a passionate kiss, his tongue dancing with yours as he poured his desire into every movement. the pleasure consumed both of you as he drove deep into you, his relentless pace pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

tears pricked your eyes as he rutted his hips as his cock stretched you out with each motion. it sent ripples of pleasure throughout your entire body. noir latched his lips onto your neck as he peppered wet sloppy kisses, taking in the sweet aroma of your body. “faster please…” you moaned out, your cheeks were stained with tear droplets that mixed in with your sweat.

noir’s eyes locked onto yours, his dark gaze filled with a mix of desire and concern as he noticed the tears pricking your eyes. his movements slowed for a moment, his thumb gently wiping away the stray tears from your cheeks.

“darling," he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness, "are you alright? i don't want to push you too far." he caressed your cheek softly, his touch gentle and comforting, his hips instinctively rocking gently against yours to maintain a connection. his concern for your well-being overshadowed his own desires in that moment, his focus on ensuring your pleasure and comfort.

but seeing the fire in your eyes, the determination to push your boundaries even further, he couldn't resist. with a nod of understanding, he shifted his approach, his movements becoming faster and more intense. his thrusts grew harder, each one pushing you deeper into a maelstrom of pleasure.

“i’ll give you what you desire, my dear," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "hold on tight." with a surge of strength and determination, noir increased his pace, his hips meeting yours in a relentless rhythm. pleasure surged through both of your bodies, bringing you to the precipice of release. moans of pleasure filled the room as you both embraced the intensity of your connection, chasing the waves of ecstasy that threatened to consume you both. noir's movements became even more intense, his hips relentlessly pounding into you with a primal force. he reveled in the feeling of your body trembling against his, the raw passion and desire consuming both of you.

“you’re such a sweetheart, taking my cock so well.”

as the pressure built to an unbearable peak, your body quivered and shook, the intense pleasure overwhelming you. suddenly, a surge of ecstasy coursed through you, and your juices gushed onto noir’s cock and thighs, marking the climax of your pleasure.

with a groan of ecstasy, he buried himself deep inside you, riding out the throes of pleasure alongside you. the room was filled with the heady scent of sex and the sounds of your moans mingling with his growls of bliss.

but even as your bodies stilled, he continued to hold you close, his arms wrapped around you possessively. he peppered your neck and shoulders with loving kisses, his breath ragged as he whispered against your skin.

“you’re absolutely breathtaking," he whispered, his voice filled with awe and adoration. "i hope i’ve fulfilled your desires, my dear. you are truly a force to be reckoned with."

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a/n: he’s definitely a sweetie but also rough you know 💆🏽‍♀️

#spiderman atsv #spider man: across the spider verse #itsv noir #spiderman across the spiderverse #spider noir x you #spider man noir x reader #spider noir x y/n #spider noir x reader #spider noir #noir smut #smut asks #atsv smut #itsv headcanons #itsv smut #spiderverse noir #🌱 lin writes

[celestialh4ven]

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.

#miguel o’hara fic #miguel o’hara smut #miguel spiderverse #astv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel ohara #miguel o’hara fanfiction #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x you #spider noir x y/n #spider noir smut #spider noir x reader #spider noir x you #spider noir fanfic #spider noir #miguel o’hara x fem!reader #miguel o’hara x black reader #spider noir x black reader

[saturncodedstarlette]

Y/N : How come you stopped calling me stuff like “darling”? (๑و•̀Δ•́)و

Spider-noir : You don’t remember what happened last time? I called you ‘my love’ and you passed out.

Y/N : How else am I supposed to react \(-Ò｡Ó-”)⁉️

Also Y/N : (>ω<〃)～♡

#Spiderverse #Spiderverse incorrect quotes #Spiderverse x reader #Spider man : into the spiderverse #spider man into the spider verse #spiderman noir #spider noir #Spider noir x reader #Spider noir x you #Spider noir x y/n #Spiderman noir x reader #Spiderman noir x you #Spiderman noir x y/n #Original : senpiecakes #original : tumblr #Kaomojis credits : Call-me-copycat

[fl3shm4id3n]

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ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ꜱᴘɪᴅᴇʀ ɴᴏɪʀ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ꜱᴘɪᴅᴇʀ ʙɪᴍʙᴏ/ɢʏᴀʀᴜ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: None ♡

A/N: My first Spider Noir hc, I hope ya'll like it. For some reason I just want to write about Spider Bimbo/Gyaru! reader all day. I saw this art of him and dayum he is fine af.

Masterlist

You and Noir are total opposites, while he is all black and white, you're pink and every other bright color that you could think of.

Noir was head over heels for you when he first met, he was already thinking about proposing to you and making you his wife. (In my opinion he seems like the guy who wants to settle down and get married.)

This man treats you like a lady. He opens the door for you and lets you go in first, hold your hand while walking down the stairs, even hold your purse for you and will use his coat to cover a puddle for you to walk on so that you don't get your heels dirty. Such a gentlemen.

His nicknames for you are 'Sweetheart' or 'My Lady'

He also loves how nice and sweet you are to everyone around you, that made him fall for you even more.

Noir likes to hold your hand, despite being in public places, he is holding your manicured hand. He also likes to look at your nails, seeing what kind of designs or colors you have on them. He wants to get every detail and also compliments on how you or the nail tech that does your nails in talented.

He likes to give you flowers, it doesn't have to be some kind of holiday or anniversary, he always give you flowers. If he can't get you a bouquet, he'll give you the prettiest flower he spots in a bush.

He doesn't mind you taking or using his hat, if his hat somehow matches what you're wearing, he'll let you wear it. He'll complement on how beautiful you look wearing his hat.

If you ever want to do matching outfits, or both of you have something that matches, he doesn't mind wearing pink or whatever colorful thing you have for him.

Back in his universe everything is back and white, plus the woman would dress like the beauty standards from their time, but Noir finds your style unique, he loves how your style, very much.

He likes to take pictures of you, he has you literally pose in many different poses so that he can get every angle. You are his muse. Back home he had all the pictures he took of you hanged in his walls.

He is the first person to defend you, he doesn't allow any one to disrespect a woman in his presence, specially you. Noir knows that you're smart, but you just have another way of showing it.

Noir gifts you stuff that you like, he pays close attention to your interests. For example, if you like Hello Kitty, he'll go get you something with Hello Kitty on it. A purse, plush, jacket, belt, jewelry, whatever.

He also wants to show off that he could provide for you, like a good husband he wishes to be for you.

After a while of dating, you might engaged. He got a Hello Kitty ring or a pink diamond ring. If you don't want to marry him, that's fine, he just wants to be with you, forever if possible.

Taglist: @sorryi-mtrash, @call-me-nev

#spider noir x reader #spider noir x you #spider noir x y/n #spider noir x fem reader #spider noir x spider bimbo reader #spider noir x spider gyaru #spider noir headcanon #female reader #female y/n #spider bimbo reader #spider bimbo y/n #spider gyaru reader #spider gyaru y/n #spider woman reader #spider woman y/n #aphrodite's writing #aphrodite's headcanons #cereza's writing #cereza's headcanon

[hobvitr]

can i req spiderwoman!reader whos kinda enemies/rivals with noir and they’ve been competing whos better at fighting villains and one day reader gets hurt too much and he takes care of her

spider-noir x reader

fem!reader

genre/warnings: fluff, kinda rivals to lovers (i don't know how to distinguish tropes damn) angst if you squint, reader gets hurt, self-depreciating joke, mentions of blood, i think that's it, unrevised writing

note: thank you for this request, he's the only man ever !! loved the idea, really. tried to not get carried away in the end (i became flustered while writing) recommended song: te amo - rihanna

being a vigilant is stressful enough, but you manage to make it fun by proving you're better at punching some asses than noir is.

everyone in the group found your relationship with noir the most entertaining thing to see. a spiderman and a spiderwoman competing to see who was better at catching villians wasn't the most common scenario someone imagine happening, and yet you two brought that to the teens lifes.

when you both met, noir wasn't the most talkative man on the presence (especially if peter b was present) but you managed to get him talk to you with your undying charm. that said charm was: your villain count. your count was higher than everyone else in the group, and that made you proud of yourself as a hero and as a woman.

"that is very close to mine" was his answer. your competitive side already starting to show with so little being said. "oh, how close?" you asked with a nudge on his arm. "two more than you." he looked down at you with his mask covering his face, but you could feel the shit eating grin he had.

alright. that was the moment you swore on your life you were going to beat this man's ass at that count. one more motive for you to do your heroic job, and it was a competition.

as you started to show your new count on beating villains, noir always came with a higher one. and that made you frustrated. on the other hand, he seemed to very much enjoy the game between you two as he was always winning, but he didn't cared as much as you did, he just found endearing making you feel competitive, felt like a instigator, and he liked it.

the day both numbers tied, you almost popped a champagne, thinking how funny it would be if you aimed and hit the bottle cap at peter's smug face (affectionately, but he doesn't have to know).

"alright, it's actually not funny when we have the same number" your cheering was slowly stopping when you realized "but i have an idea" noir raised an eyebrow underneath his mask "what is it?"

"we fight the same villain to see who wins" you suggested, shrugging your shoulders "if you win i'll kill m-"

"alright, let's not get that deep" noir cuts you mid sentence, at your not so healthy comment about the competition. you chuckle at his reaction "i'm kidding, I'll obviously win" a wink followed.

when the opportunity showed up for you two to fight together, you took as your win already. not one thing could go wrong... except it could.

as you swing between the wreckage, you took all your effort to not even let noir get close to the vulture. you wanted to handle this on your own and show that you're capable of more than him.

"i thought we agreeded to work together" noir was able to get closer to you enough for you to hear him. his voice broke all your concentration mid fight with the big ass bird, who hit you with full force by the position you were. you flew half of the place, falling so fast on top of some metal shelf that you weren't even able to stick your web somewhere to help your landing.

you feel the blood pooling on your mouth, 'that can wait' you thought to yourself, getting up almost instantly if it wasn't for the stinging pain on your ribcage.

"are you okay?" you swore you heard pure desperation in noir's voice, as he came to hold your arms and check you out for any visible wounds. "yeah, sure" you reply hurriedly, not letting him know you were feeling the most pain you experienced in your life. "I'll just.. beat him very quick I'll be right back" you pat his arm, so fast that when he registers you're already full of rage on the vulture, knocking him out and capturing him underneath a good amount of web.

"oh fuck" you hiss, pressing above the internal wound on your rib. your mask was stained with blood, your blood. noir was so fast to get to you when he noticed. "does it hurt when you breathe?" he asks, hands holding your face, making you concentrate only on him. you shake your head 'no', too weak to speak. "good, but i am taking care of you right now" he holds you bridal style.

"no way, we have to stay here until someone come take him" you try to argue with him, unsuccessfully because he was already taking you out the scene "that can wait" your eyebrows furrow, confused with him so worried. "it's not that bad..."

"it is for me" he finally stopped at what looked like the window of your apartment, you were too light headed to register. he managed to get you inside and you were laying on your bed. "can you sit?" was the first thing he asked, your vision was a little bit blurred but you tried to sit straight with his help.

"apparently yes but not really" you chuckle lightly, rubbing a hand down your face. "here, take these" he offered you some painkillers with a glass of water and you took it like a starving man. "may i..." he asks permission first to take off your mask, and you nod softly.

he lifts up your mask, extra careful with the scratches over your face, and takes it full so it don't get in his way to clean your cuts.

you suddenly feel shy at his touch, you found it cute he was taking care of you even after you were so reckless because of a little competition. he was quiet and so was you, too embarrassed to say something.

his fingers gently pressing the medicine wet cotton pad above all the cuts, you too flustered to make eye contact until you hear a low chuckle "i was so worried" he said almost like to himself, head lowered as he briefly stopped his movements, only to return when he was back looking at you.

"don't do that again, please" he pleaded, making your face go bright red, which was pretty visible with the bedside light on. "i won't" you breathed out. "may i...?" you hook a finger at the end of his mask, asking permission to take it off, which he replied with a low voice cracked "yes".

you took off the material, his face red just like yours, as he picked his glasses to put above his nose. "you're pretty" you manage to say, surprising even yourself, must be some side effects of the painkillers you took.. is what you think, but you couldn't deny his beauty either way.

"you're prettier" you don't feel the warmth of the cotton no more, you feel the warmth of his thumb caressing the skin of your cheek. "is cuddling included in taking care of me?" you tease while smiling from the contact, and inciting a chuckle from him. "you want it to be?" he boldly teased back, making you hide your face under your hand.

"now that you clearly flirted back with me i may want it, yes" you reply with a light shrugg of your shoulders as if it was nothing, but your face showed the opposite.

he supports his weight on his arms, hands on the bed at each side of you, his face leveling with yours, few inches close "on it, doll".

#spider noir x reader #spider noir x you #across the spiderverse x reader #atsv x reader #into the spider verse #itsv x reader #fem!reader #spider noir #peter benjamin parker #spider man across the spider verse

[kairiscorner]

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 <:[

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[messylustt]

v.21.10.23 day eleven: sensory deprivation ( nsfw )

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[fishsticksloser]

Could you write some fluffy hc for Spider Noir? He is my bby and I just wanna see n read more about him 🥺💕

Noir Fluff

Noir x gn!reader

Warnings: fluff, kissing, Noir is a gentleman, short

A/N: keep in mind he loves in the 1930s

Peter holds your hand in public

Or he'll lend you his arm

He's a true gentlemen

He's very kind and private when in public

But in private?

This man is all over you

He loves showering you in kisses

Your face, neck, shoulders

All of you

His hands run all over your body

Peter literally can't get enough of you

You're washing dishes or cooking when he comes home?

You better believe this man will tilt your head to the side so he can kiss your neck

His hands on your waist

This man is absolutely obsessed with you

You better believe you'll have to cover the marks he leaves on you

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[narcissistshandler]

Thinkin abt spider noir alot.. idk if you'd write for him but if you do (i think he was on your character list?)

ftm reader with noir.. i feel like he'd be so gentle and caring unless its like been a stressful night, then he'd use your body to take out his stress ♡ perhaps :)

𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗢 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗟 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗦

✧ 𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦 male reader x spider noir (peter parker)

✧ 𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 afab!reader, oral sex (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving), folds/lips/pussy and such words used to describe/refer the reader's genitalia, pussy slapping (reader receiving), a bit of overstimulation at the end, a little bit of sub!reader but hinted at reader and noir being switches

✧ 𝖠/𝖭 I write to him don't worry ♡ sorry for the delay in the updates, the end of the year is always complicated for me and this has not yet been edited

Being with Noir meant among many things that he needed you. He had made the first move, shown interest in you and always treated you with a kindness and chivalry that sometimes you considered if you weren't having a dream - but when the kisses deepened, your breaths combined quickened and he asked you with his voice dripping desire 'if it was ok to go further', you know, no dream compared to reality.

He needed your company, your presence. You were the only one capable of making that rage that craved in his chest after a hard night, not devour him. It was okay, you liked these two different sides of him and it was great to be able to help him and have his complete and total trust, even when the consequences of being Noir's human stress ball were more physical than anything and most of the time, your night's sleep was completely wasted in favor of fulfilling your boyfriend's urges.

Marks were always left behind the next day, some so striking with the colors deepening or blood pooling on the surface that as if a valve had been turned, the causer of them all couldn't stop asking if you were all right and if he had hurt you. Bites so deep that the imprint of his teeth would be implanted in your skin for days on the inside of your thighs, extremely close to your sex, that always throbbed non-stop after how he touched you.

Apologies weren't necessary though, you always repeated it to him. You had liked it.

Even the way Noir opened the door gave him away. The heaviest steps. The heavy silence as he moved through the house, prowling around you again and again as if you were prey he was planning to pounce on.

Sitting on the couch in the living room, you waited, seeming to be watching the program that was playing on the television, even though your focus had already been diverted.

It took less time than usual, which said something about how Noir's night had gone. He dropped to his knees in front of you, blocking your line of vision, hat and mask discarded, but the rest of spider-man's costume kept and before you could feign irritation, he leaned in and kissed you. It was like he wanted to devour you, stop you from breathing and drown in you. There was no care or gentleness in the way he grabbed your hair and thrust his tongue into your mouth. He smelled of gunpowder and blood.

Foreplay was dropped, the usual patience with which he liked to take things and make it last, gone. You weren't complaining though.

The shorts and underwear you were wearing were pulled down your legs, the ripping sound of fabric seeming to ignite his hurried movements. The urgency with which he wanted you would never fail to turn you on, only you could get that kind of reaction from him.

Noir's slender fingers covered in black gloves grabbed your ankles, lifting your legs so that your feet were resting on the couch. Then his touch descended, fingers digging carelessly into your thighs as his thumbs pulled your folds open, exposing you completely with a methodicality that was almost cold, if not for the hunger in his eyes. Noir moved you like you were a rag doll, positioning you as he wanted.

The night air hit your warm, sensitive skin, still dry but already pulsing with anticipation.

The kiss was broken and you gasped for air, saliva running down your chin. Not a word was exchanged; the voices coming from the television dissolved into a background blur. He crouched down between your legs, eyes dark and heavy; hot breath reaching where you were most sensitive.

There was no teasing or slowing down. He ran his tongue between your folds, getting a taste, before burying himself between your thighs, sucking and licking you as if he needed you to survive.

The air caught in your chest and your legs twitched in his grip, moans and sighs starting to come out of your swollen lips from kisses.

Noir pulled back and before you could make any attempt to regain that stimulation, one of his hands left your leg and came down in a firm, painful slap against your sensitive clit.

Your entire body reacted to the pain, legs shooting together in a feeble attempt to stop the interested yet painful contracting of your stricken clitoris. Noir's control soon returned, spreading your legs apart once more and his tongue flicking against your clit, calming the pain that he himself caused — and that you allowed.

The pain is soon swallowed up by sweet pleasure. His eager mouth explored every inch of your wetness, tongue dancing along your sensitive folds, swirling around your throbbing clit, before sliding down and over the sensitive entrance, working its way inside, first superficially, just the wet tip venturing inside, then deeper, his nose slamming with such violence against your clit that it made your entire body shudder as he tried to press his tongue all the way inside you, licking your sensitive walls.

One of your hands shot into his disheveled hair and your hips rocked back against his mouth, pleasure burning through your veins with a burn that set your skin on fire, your heels digging into the couch for support, legs trembling beside his face.

Your body grew hot under Noir's ministrations, quickly getting wetter and wetter for him and you knew a wet spot would be left behind on the sofa beneath you. You opened your mouth, wanting to say something, anything to him, how good he was, how good he made you feel, that he would make you come soon; but only a breathy sigh sounded in the air joining the wet noise your pussy was making.

Rocking against his face, you dragged yourself against his tongue, which slid in a wet, messy line from your entrance to your clit. You could feel yourself leaking into his mouth and wetting his face, occasionally Noir's nose and chin dragging against your damp, sensitive skin.

Every suck, lick and sloppy kiss takes you higher and higher, pulse pounding in your ears, until you can practically taste the sweet release that hovers just in the back of your dry throat.

You come hard, the muscles in your legs clenching so hard it hurts, your free hand gripping the top of the sofa at your back. A loud moan left your mouth and your fingers tugged hard on Noir's hair, fighting the sensitivity as you continued to rock back against his tongue, extending the delicious orgasm.

Noir closed his full lips around your throbbing clit and sucked, a hint of teeth almost making you kick him if it weren't for his fingers digging into your thighs, preventing you from moving sharply as he drank every drop that came out of you.

You moaned in response, and tried to remind yourself that this was more about him than you — even if it was mostly about his mouth on you.

Just when the pleasure started to get painful, he pulled away and you allowed yourself to take a deep breath. Moisture wet the lower part of his face, Noir licked his lips, eyes fixed on your pulsing sex. One of his hands moved down the inside of your thighs and brushed one of your pussy lips away with his thumb, then reached in and spat.

The action was damn dirty. Your pussy throbbed in time with your stuttering heartbeat, and you both watched Noir's spit slide its way down between your folds, before it could spill out of you, two of his gloved fingers slid from your clit to your entrance, using his spit to ease penetration into your already wet and relaxed hole.

"We're not done yet." Noir finally spoke, his voice sounding low and husky, almost unfamiliar in your ears. As most times, he looked completely composed, even when he was kneeling on the living room floor, his hair disheveled, face wet with your fluids and the heavy black coat like a cape draped over his shoulders and crawling against the floor. One gloved hand digging into your left thigh as his dark eyes watched your hole open to accommodate the fingers of his other hand.

You gasp and whimper, toes curling into the fabric of the sofa as you feel the familiar, cold gloved fingers slip inside you, between your walls rippling with the aftershocks of pleasure. Your head falls back onto the sofa, limp hands finding each other clutching the fabric of the t-shirt you were still wearing, pleasure rippling through your head and overstimulation equal parts painful and blissful.

Subconsciously, your body wanted more and as much as you knew that night was far from over, the idea didn't displease you, you knew Noir needed it, he needed you and you needed him too.

"Yes," you agreed with a sigh, your tone full of erotic amusement. "Until you're tired, dear."

A shadow of a smile tugged at his lips, the first emotion other than irritation he'd shown since returning home. He kissed you, softly, totally contrary to how he pressed his fingers harder inside you, a third and fourth finger pressing against your entrance. Gunpowder, blood, musk and sweat hovering like a perfume around his shadowy figure.

"Do you want a toy? Want me to tie you up?" you questioned, panting against his lips. On nights like this, it wasn't just about Noir getting everything he could from you, it was also about needing you to take everything and then some more from him. "Or anything else? You can tell me."

Noir shook his head, the words still hard to get out. "Not now."

"Not now," you agreed and kissed him one more time, handing over complete control of the situation to him, for now at least.

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