#spiderman noir smut

[angelltheninth]

Spider-verse ask

The spiders picking up a call from HQ while in the middle of sex. Who plays it cool so nobody knows or who is obvious and gets called out or possibly something in between. Possibly a fem!reader or fun!reader

The interruptions lmao, always a good trope.

Pairing: Peter B. Parker, Miguel O'Hara, Noir x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, interrupted sex, dick riding, phone calls, embarrassment, table sex, quickie, creampie

A/N: Including Noir cause he was my favorite in the first movie.

Peter was thrusting hard from below you, you in his lap on a chair, about to come when the phone rang. He groaned as he reached over almost absentmindedly and gave you an apologetic smile. While he tries to reply very calmly you keep rolling your hips slowly in his lap, making him grunt at every other word, a wicked grin on your face all the while. He doesn't get caught because he uses the excuse of being really tired from superhero work and being a dad. And probably becoming a dad again if you keep riding him like that.

"Shh, calm down beautiful. I'll keep going as soon as I take the call. H-H-Hey! Oh uh... no its nothing! Stop, fuck. Mmmn. You little brat, making me sound like that, you need my cum that bad huh? Can't wait a few minutes, can't go without my cock making you pregnant."

Miguel has you spread out on his desk, legs locked around his hips, his claws and teeth leaving possessive marks on your smaller body while he finishes inside you again. You were just about to as well when the phone rang. Now he is not a selfish lover, he won't stop just for this, he'll get you there but you have to be quiet. Can't do it by yourself? Then suck on his fingers, bite them, bite his hand if you have to, but keep looking his way, at his cocky smirk as tears of pleasure well up in your eyes and you come while he's talking on the phone.

"That was close, almost got caught. Yeah, I think they know we were up to something in here but I was not gonna let this wonderful cunt of yours down, not when its worked so hard for me. We should clean up before they look for us though. C-Condoms? You want me to wear them? Ugh, but I like feel you. Okay, fine. But you owe me after. Whatever you want to do."

Noir is very careful when the two of you sneak off for a quickie. He barely gets the clothes off enough and you're already on him, his gloved hands grasping your thighs and pushing you against the wall. Who ever chose that time to call him has horrible timing and was he not such a good detective he would have hung up. Lucky for him he's very good at keeping quiet and keeping you quiet too, every time you moan he kisses you to silence it, pretending to ponder what's being asked of him. The moment the call ends he speeds up, he needs to make this fast, this was supposed to be fast, now he's been thrown off and he's a little upset actually.

"Apologies for that interruption darling, I'll make this quick. You are not helping by tightening up like that, I know you want my cum but... Damn, I really cannot hold back any longer, I'll make you come sweetheart, yes, come for me, let me get what I want, and then I'll give you so much it will leave a trail as you walk."

#peter b parker x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #spiderman noir x reader #spiderverse x reader #spiderverse imagine #spiderverse headcanon #spiderverse smut #peter b parker smut #miguel o'hara smut #spiderman noir smut #across the spiderverse #atsv x reader #atsv imagines #atsv headcanons #atsv smut #spiderverse peter b parker #spiderverse miguel #spiderverse noir

[onestopfanficshop]

spider-noir smutty headcanons

um... yeah this is…idk how to explain myself um. literally just spidernoir x f!reader smut headcanons. mdni

Spider-Noir, who tries his absolute hardest to remember to ask for permission, but sometimes gets so lost in it that he forgets to. Gets so lost in it that he just takes what he wants from you, leaving you completely and utterly breathless.

Spider-Noir, who dies a little inside every time he hears those absolutely sinful noises that his action tug from your lips.

Spider-Noir, who is oh-so talkative in bed, something that you were not expecting from him. But, you certainly weren't complaining either.

“Goodness, darling… you’re making quite a mess there, aren't you?”

Spider-Noir, who loves having you on top, where he can admire you in all your glory. Loves to dig his gloved fingers into the pliant flesh of your torso, gaze lustful and heady.

Spider-Noir, who fucking hates having you on top. You're slow—agonizingly so. He tries to be a gentleman, really tries, but...

"Darling, please, don't–don't be a tease," he stutters, grip on your hips tightening. "Please, just–a little faster for me, doll, please…"

Spider-Noir, who gets borderline animalistic during missionary. Who loves to cage you in, loves watching your facial features contort in bliss, loves the feeling of your fingertips dragging down his back, and loves ducking down to drown out your moans with endless kisses.

Spider-Noir, who's dominant exterior completely disappearing when you go down on him. Your proper, no-nonsense boyfriend is suddenly reduced to a babbling, incoherent mess, cursing more than you've ever heard him curse before.

"H-honey... goddamn it," he hisses. "I'm so—so close..." he whispered, hands trembling in your hair as he fought to the urge to push your head down further.

Spider-Noir, who's favorite lazy Sunday activity was making you fall apart on his tongue and his fingers, in that order. His arm reaching down to your clit, parallel to your torso, his lips and his nose oscillating between your neck and your ears, talking you through orgasm after orgasm. The only thing on his mind are your moans, the way your legs are tangled in his, and how deeply you're digging your fingernails into his bicep.

Spider-Noir, who dips his index finger in the glass of his whiskey sour, runs it over your lips, and kisses it all off.

Spider-Noir, who hugs you when he's close.

#running away and hiding now #this is embarrassing #spidernoir x reader smut #spidernoir x reader #spider noir #spidernoir smut #spiderman noir smut #onestopfanficshop

[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.

#spider noir x reader #spider noir x reader smut #spider noir x you #spider noir #spider noir x y/n #spider noir smut #spiderman noir #peter benjamin parker #spiderman noir smut #spiderman #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman noir x reader #spiderman noir x reader smut #spiderman noir x you #spiderman into the verse #spiderman into the spiderverse #spiderman across the spider verse spoilers #spiderman smut

[nishitanispiercedearlobe]

blurb | i’m a fictional man’s whore. want him to make me a single mother.

18+ , fem!reader / reposting again and hopefully it shows up in the tags this time. 🙄

“gonnacomegonnacome-“ her parroting words are suddenly cut off by a screaming moan, lower half pulling away from the thick cock relentlessly impaling her as she squirts out her release, soaking the sheets beneath.

a small tut of disapproval can be heard above her followed by a hard, swift smack to her rear.

“darling,” peter hums. “i told you to hold it in.”

she doesn’t respond right away, instead she shakily reaches to his cock trying to insert it back inside her. “i-im sorry. you feel too good.”

seeing this, he harshly pushes himself back in her and resumes his onslaught against her weeping, sensitive hole. thick gloved hands find their away at her shoulder blades, pushing her upper body deep into the mattress while leaving her ass arched in the air. the new angle ripped a higher volume of sounds from her throat.

“I suppose you can’t help it.”

with a particular hard thrust, his cock is forcefully pushed out as another gushing orgasm exits her body.

#atsv smut #spider noir smut #spider noir x reader #spider noir x reader smut #spider noir x you #spiderman into the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman noir x reader #spiderman noir smut #blurb #posts not showing up in tags

[therainfollows]

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`` 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 I go the rain F̲o̲l̲l̲o̲w̲s̲ , And the 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃 s̲m̲e̲l̲l̲s̲ like 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍. ``

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A 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 portrayal of Spider-man NOIR , portrayal based on Into the spiderverse.

𝐌𝐔𝐍 & 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 are of age.

Muse is 19 - early 20s & Mun is 21+

𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐦𝐚𝐧 noir created by: David Hine & Stan- Lee.

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 ( Dark and triggering themes ) & 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 ( Tabaco & Alcohol ) use may will be present.

MINORS can interact.

𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐑 is 5'10

147 IBS.

#Spider-man #spiderman noir smut #spider noir #1930s style #roleplay #spiderverse itsv

[soys-glass-closet]

Spider Noir x fem reader! Minors/Blank blogs DNI. Reader is dominant and referred to as Miss. Subby Noir for you teehee

The sound he just produced he wouldn't be able to replicate again. A high pitched moan so down right pornographic as he watched your smug smile grow when the vibrator wrapped snugly below his tip ramped up a level. He was gripping the sheets under him, his eyebrows furrowing as he tried to concentrate on not coming and remembering colors. You wore a pretty royal purple lace set, perfectly framing your every curve. “Is it yellow?” He guessed, causing you to lower the vibration. 

“No, guess again. I’ll let you come if you guess the color right. Cmon…guess for me, pretty boy.” He whimpered when the nickname left your lips, wanting to hear it again. He already guessed yellow, green, blue, and orange. “One more guess.” You turned up the vibrator a level, making him twitch. 

“I’m so close- please- Miss, I need it- I need you.” He shuddered, reaching out for you at the end of the bed. 

“No touching, Lovie, you get that once you get the color right.” You pushed his hand away slightly, tapping your hip afterwards. “You’re so close, one more color Lovie, then I can touch you.” He whined, yelping out a response you couldn't hear at first. “Use your words. Louder,” you demanded. He instantly replied with a pathetic mewl. “Purple?”

He arched when the vibrator revved up. “God- Miss I’m so close- please let me come.” He whimpered when you came closer, instantly reaching out for your hand. “Be a good boy and come for me then.”

He didn't need you to ask twice. 

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First time writing smut teehee, hopefully it was good!! Requests are open if anyone wants to request something!

#spiderman noir smut #first smut yall how do we feel? #sorry if it isnt my best ill definitely try again later #across the spiderverse #minors dni #requests open i wanna write <3

[angelltheninth]

Perhaps you could write about how they would react if Y/N was bitten/stung by a breeding spider?. Yes, that's right, reproduction baby hehe. I don't care what the character's gender is. Would it be possible to describe the headcanons?👉🏻👈🏻

(I already apologize for the spelling mistakes, I'm using the translator :D)

Spiderverse🙏🏻

Oh fun, breeding kink is always fun.

Pairing: Ben Reilly, Peter B. Parker, Miguel O'Hara, Noir x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, breeding kink, feral sex, creampie, pregnancy mention, dirty talk, wall sex, rooftop sex, kind of sex pollen, pheromones

A/N: Added Ben this time around, I think I might include him in some other future stuff too.

Ben doesn't want to take advantage of you when you come on to him and tell him about your problem. He also can't deny that he's very, very horny for you. Despite it not being a good idea he can't have you go home like this, he can't have you swinging in between buildings in such a state. But he needs to make sure you want this. Yanking his pants down and sucking his cock because you were so needy for cum is a good argument. The issue is you don't just need to taste him to make this go away, you also need to feel him inside you.

"You really want it? Are you sure, I need to know. I know its hard to talk while you're sucking on my dick but I need to be sure before we go any further. Baby, you know I want you, I want to tear that suit off your body and fill you with cum but I need you to say that you need me to do it. Hah, I'm not teasing you I promise."

Peter is hesitant because you're currently on a rooftop together and you can't seem to move an inch without moaning. He can't leave you here and he can carry you because he knows the moment he touches you he won't be able to resist your charms. You don't want him to resist, you don't care that he's a hero and you a civilian, you need his cock and you need it now, you need his cum inside you, you need him to breed you right now. All this talk of breeding has his senses going haywire, his hands desperately finding your ass as you drop your pants and offer him your pussy, which he sinfully takes.

"I know you're scared right now, you don't know what's happening to you, but I promise I'll help. I'm here for you sweetheart. Ah, your pussy feels good around my cock, a wet mess and I just put it in. You won't last long, I know you won't but don't worry, just need to get some cum in that cunt and you'll be good as new won't you?"

Miguel can't resist the pull the pheromones have on him. He's pinning you against the nearest wall, kissing you, teeth scraping against your neck as he tells you he needs you just as much as you need him right now. The feeling is mutual, and the pleasure will be too. Let him take these suits off and he'll give you what you crave. His cock and cum, to have his babies right? He knows, you can't your desires from him because they're his desires too. They have been ever since you started working together.

"Fill you up, I'll fill that pussy up with so much cum you'll be pregnant in to time. Such a good hole, taking me so eagerly. Are you sure this is due to the spider bite? I think... fuck... I think you're not being honest here. You'd want me regardless, I've seen how you look at me. I know this is a bit backwards but after this let me take you on a date hum? Prove to you I mean this, that you're not just a warm hole to be fucked."

Noir doesn't want to risk your professional relationship by having sex with you in a deluded state of mind. He tries to give you space while also being close to you in case of real danger but you quickly make your way onto his lap, saying how you don't need any space between you two, in fact it'd be better if there was none at all. He curses his judgement as he pushes you to the floor, rutting his clothed hard cock against your pussy almost animalistically. He hates that he's letting his desires take over his rational part of mind but he can't lie to himself, he wants to see what you look like when you're painted white.

"What have you... I can't think about anything but your pussy. Shit, I need you, fucking need to feel you, see you taking my dick. You look beautiful when you're rolling your hips into me, your mind is mush right now isn't it? This will help, I think. If you... I promise you I'm not the kind of man to run from my actions, I'll take responsibility for this, weather you be pregnant after or not."

#ben reilly x reader #peter b parker x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #spiderman noir x reader #spiderverse x reader #spiderverse imagine #spiderverse headcanon #spiderverse smut #ben reilly smut #peter b parker smut #miguel o'hara smut #spiderman noir smut #across the spiderverse #atsv x reader #atsv imagines #atsv headcanons #atsv smut #spiderverse peter b parker #spiderverse miguel #spiderverse noir #spiderverse ben #x female reader

[nadloves]

Spiderman Into the Spiderverse Fanfiction Recommendations

Miguel O'Hara

Stay || husband!Miguel O'Hara x Wife!reader

what the f-!? (pt.1) (pt.2) (pt.3)

miguel likes rubbing your back

What's in between (pt.1) (pt.2)

Give Me Reasons We Should Be Complete

miguels brat tamer

jealousy

I Need You to Stay

to a heart's conten (pt.1) (pt.2) (pt.3) || singlefather!miguel o'hara x reader

snow spider

work mom

miguel o’hara at his daughters parent-teacher conference || Dad!Miguel O'Hara x Mom!reader

miguel on his daughter's bday

Untitled

With My Heart and Soul

Oh, What Can I Do?

Annoying (pt.1) (pt.2)

Spiderman Noir

Untitled

Spider Noir x Black Cat!reader

Spiderman Noir x Spiderwoman!reader

Untitled

Earth 42! Miles Morales

IN THE HEAT OF IT ALL

Showgirl

2:00 A.M

LINK UP (pt. 1, 2, 3)

Love triangle || earth 42!miles morales x reader x earth 1610!miles morales

Like you!! || Ex!miles morales x reader

GIVE YOU THE WORLD

OPEN ARMS (pt.1) (pt.2)

His girl (pt. 1-10) || earth 42!miles morales x reader | earth 1610!miles morales x reader

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel x reader #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara x you #across the spiderverse #spider noir x reader #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman x reader #spider man: across the spider verse #spiderman noir #hobie brown x reader #hobie spiderverse #miles morales #gwen stacy #spiderman #spiderman noir x reader #spiderman smut #miles morales x you #earth 42 miles morales x reader #miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles x reader #earth 42 miles fluff #earth 42 miles angst #earth 42 miles morales x you #earth 42 miles x you #prowler miles #prowler miles x reader

[emmalandry]

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𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝟞 ~ 𝔹𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘

⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆*⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆*⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆

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༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕝𝕖༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

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Imagine Miguel's fat cock kissing and abusing your womb as he uses his large hands to grind your ass back against him. "Tómalo niña, eso es todo. Buena chica." You're mewling and desperately clawing at the sheets of your shared bed.

"Gonna get you full of my cum, princesa. Get you all round and swollen f' me..." Your eyes begin to roll back into your head, Miguel manhandling you in any way he pleases. Flipping around and putting you into the full-nelson.

"Aren't you just such a dirty girl? No me jodas..." His thrusts get faster and faster as the band in your stomach begins to snap at the same time as Miguel's. His potent seed spills into your womb as his thrusts begin to slow. "Take it all, baby...Gotta keep it inside you so we make sure it takes." That's the last thing he says before he rolls the both of you over, kissing and stroking your hair as you doze off to sleep.

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#miguel ohara #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara smut #atsv miguel #miguel spiderverse #miguel spiderman #miguel x reader #miles morales #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman #spiderman 2099 #spider noir smut #across the spiderverse #hobie brown #atsv hobie #hobie spiderverse #spider punk #peter b parker #peter benjamin parker #pavitr #spiderman across the verse #hobie #atsv art

[jk66m]

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐃𝐎 𝐈𝐓 𝐩𝐭.𝟏 ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

— 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫.

pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader, Spiderman Noir x Fem!Reader

includes: NSFW content, begging, crying sex (?), praise kink if you squint, gentle sex, rough sex

pt.2

༊*·˚ 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐨𝐢𝐫

Noir is very gentle and experienced, he would definitely take you through it. I also feel that he would be a sucker for you if you plead him, like if you were sick and wants him, he would tell you how that it is unsafe, but he just can’t deny you for long if you beg and tell him how much you want him. He can’t help himself but to fuck you at that moment.

“That’s it sweet girl, you can take it.”

Tears of pleasure formed in your eyes as Peter thrusted into you gently. Your back lied against the bed, hips raised by a pillow as so your glistening cunt is angled upwards.

Your nipples are swollen and red. Gnawed, sucked and played by the man on top of you repeatedly.

“You’re doing so well,” he said has he stroked your wet cheeks.

You let out a whimper of distaste when you realized he suddenly stopped.

“W-why did you stop?” You whispered, too tired to make out any louder noise.

“You’ve already came five times sweetheart, I still have work tomorrow and so do you,” Peter said.

“You need rest.”

“No I don’t!” you argued quickly. You feel high, drunk in an emotional turmoil. More tears formed in your eyes as sadness suddenly crashed down on you. Peter’s eyes softened at the sight.

You need to come one more time, you need it.

“J-just one more time, please,” you asked softly.

Peter looked at you and groaned at his lack of self-control. He is a slave to the sweet sound of your pleading.

“Fine,” He said quietly.

“One more and we go to sleep, m’kay?”

*ೃ༄ 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚

Like Spider-Man Noir, Miguel would also be very experienced and will take you through it. However, he is less gentle, and your poor cunt will be in pain for a whole week after you guys have done it. He also has much more self control than Noir, like if you want him but is not in the best condition to do it, he would distance himself from you before he loses himself. He would definitely also be less of a talker, and more of a growler/groaner.

Your hands are on the headboards, knees on the bed and ass out in the air as Miguel repeatedly thrusts into you.

Tears form in your eyes, and you look back to see one of Miguel’s hand stroking your back, the other holding your hips, and his pelvis repeated slapping into your ass.

Lewd noises fill the room and your feel your cheeks burn.

“Ugh,” you hear him groan silently, “Fuck.”

You feel a coil in your belly and look back again.

His eyes reaches you and you know that the both of you will come soon.

White splatter. Your vision crashes and you scream.

At the same time, Miguel let’s put a throaty groan, and leans over your back, hugging your smaller frame.

He strokes your back slowly like a silent praise of how well you’ve done.

As you calmed your breath, you sit onto the mattress and look into his eyes once more.

“One more time?” You ask hopefully.

“No,” he said sternly, “You need to go to sleep.”

He pulls your waist towards him and your back touches his chest. Slowly, you fall a sleep in his arms listening to his steady breathing.

#spiderman 2099 #into the spider verse #spiderman into the verse #spiderman fanfiction #miguel o’hara fanfiction #miguel o’hara smut #Miguel O’Hara x reader smut #spider noir #spiderman noir #spiderman noir x reader #spiderman noir x reader smut #spidernoir x reader smut #spidernoir x reader #spidernoir #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse #spider noir smut #spider noir x reader #spider noir x reader smut #— 𝐒𝐔𝐐𝐈’𝐒 𝟐𝐊+ 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒 ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x reader

[rmoonstoner]

Spider-Man Noir Peter Parker

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Cream & Sugar - 18+

Sub Spider-Man Noir x Dom!fem!spider!reader

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Tags:

@einno-arko @theaussiedragon @liverenjoyer @blk-femme-fetale

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[nishitanispiercedearlobe]

blurb | the vision came to me while I was fucking myself

18+, f!reader.

When Peter aired his insecurities to his friends, he had done so in confidence. Lately he had been feeling a bit jealous, and maybe even a bit of low self esteem when he explained that his girlfriend had been looking at others. Though he didn’t intend to, there was an implication of distrust. Bringing to question her loyalty. His friends simply reassured him, telling him that he was being paranoid.

So when Peter came home to his girlfriend laid across the coffee table on her back with Miguel situated happily in between her legs and Noir right at her face with his cock stuffed down her throat, his worries had been instantly confirmed.

Miguel immediately notices him, his thrusts unrelenting.

“Al fin llegas, hermano.” There’s an almost smug smile to his tone. A smirk on his lips. “We were thinking about what you said about her. Thought maybe we’d check it out and look out for you.”

Peter is deathly silent, listening as his girlfriend releases filthy wanton noises. Eyes laser focused on the drool slipping at the sides of her mouth as she skillfully sucks away at the cock fucking her mouth. He then runs his eyes down her form, taking in her arched back and her soaked inner thighs from previous climaxes.

“Think you were right. She’s definitely looking at other people.”

Noir hasn’t even bothered to acknowledge Peter. It’s obvious he’s too busy indulging in the warm, wet hole giving him pleasure. His hands run down to her breasts, roughly groping at them and pinching and pulling at the nipples.

Peter should be mad, he subconsciously tells himself. Furious that his girlfriend turned out to be such a cheating slut. That his supposed friends had been nothing but a pair of snakes that went right under his nose to get to her. But, all those intense feelings had converted into something more humiliating. And the uncomfortable tightening in between his legs made that very known.

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[spider999sposts]

Rapture — Miguel O'Hara

🕸synopsis: miguel's powers come with consequences, ones that only you can handle.

🕸warning: filthy smut. lots of biting, fangs and claws. I won't spoil more than this.

🕸tags: fem!reader × Miguel O'Hara

🕸authors note: not proof read. I wrote this at 5 am instead of going to bed.

Miguel's powers always freaked you out a little bit.

He was one of the most power—if not the most powerful of the other spidermen in the Spider-Soceity. The radioactive spider that bit him was not like the rest. Yes, he had the agility and strength of the rest, he had organic webs like some of his variants, but something you've always been curious about was his fangs and his claws.

There were jokes running around the HQ that he was bit by a radioactive cat instead, and at how animalistic he got when he was angry. And while that was true, there was a side to him no one knew about but you.

Once a month, the same occurance. You've gotten used to it, but the first time it happened, you never expected it to be this way.

You had went back to your universe earlier than usual, a little too tired to keep handling missions for the day. You had not taken a break in so long, so you thought it would be okay to log out for just a day. You sent Miguel an alert that you'll be out of the office for a day, but he did not reject nor did he accept. You weren't going to wait around so you decided against your better judgment and just went home.

The first thing you did was get into the bathtub. You needed to relax, you've been overworking yourself, fighting off anomalies in other universes, filling stacks of paper work, helping out with malfunctioning machines. You were doing so many jobs that you forgot to pass by the cafeteria sometimes. Even Miguel was telling you to not burn yourself out.

Unknown to you though, that as soon as you walked into your bathroom, your gizmo went off.

Alot.

A flood of calls and alerts and notifications. Miguel was trying to get ahold of you in any way he could. You were unaware of it, but back at HQ, stuff was getting hectic.

And not in the regular sense.

"Uh, boss, your heart rate.."

"¡Chingado!" He gripped the desk, his fangs were protruding. There was nothing that stupid vile of the Rapture drug could do now. "¿A dónde fuiste?"

[Fuck, where did you go?]

"Um, back home." LYLA mumbled, zapping infront of him. "Boss, maybe you should just—"

"Open a portal to universe 9897." He grumbled lowly. "Tell everyone I'm out of office for the day. For two days." LYLA just nodded, avoiding his gaze and opening a portal just as he demanded. It was better not to even tease him in this state.

Back in your bath, you were enjoying the relaxing music you'd put on, and taking in the smell of vanilla coming from the bath water.

Then you heard something crash into your window. Startled, you jump out of the water, the water splashed onto the ceramic as you scrambled to cover yourself with a towel. Once you had it wrapped tightly around you, you ran out, expecting some kind of villian to have broken into your home. Instead, the sight infront of you was not the one you expected.

Miguel had crashed into your balcony window, evident by the cracks and breaks on the glass. It seemed like he was launched queit powerfully into your universe by the portal, but still, it was odd how he did not compose himself like he usually did. He just let himself crash into your window. He'd let himself in as well, which was odd, since you had the balcony door locked after you'd used it to enter. What you couldn't see, were the large claw marks that slashed the lock and door handel from outside.

Moreover, Miguel -himself- was a strange sight. Chest heaving, yet he breathed slowly. His body trembled. His talons cut through the molecular fabric of his suit, and the way he held himself was odd. He stood up straight, stiff like a board. He did not speak, but you could hear a low, deep growling noise.

"Back so soon? Did something happen at—"

"Why aren't you picking up.."

You glanced at your gizmo. It was vibrating with notifications still, but now they're from LYLA. "I–I was taking a bath." You replied, hesitant. His mask evaporated from his head, revealing his face. "Did something happen, Miguel? Did you need my help? I'm sorry, I needed a break and I didn't—"

He raised his head, and that's when you realised something was very off.

Nothing was wrong with HQ. Something was wrong with Miguel.

The darkness of your living room contrasted with the light coming out from the yellow street lights. His eyes were a dark shade of crimson, a mix of emotions swirled through his irsis. Ones that you couldn't put your finger on. His eyebrows were knit tight, his jaw clenched shut.

"Miguel?"

He was holding himself together by a thread. He knew he wouldn't have to in a minute, but he did not want to scare you, or rather, he couldn't really move. The sight of you in that little towel, your wet hair. The droplets of water making their way from your neck to your collar bone, or that extremly, sweet and strong scent that he got a whiff off from the balcony. It drove him mad, it made his body heat up more than it already has.

But oh, when you moved towards him, he could feel his knees tremble. Everything in his body wanted him to pounce on you, to take you until you were a crying, trembling, babbling mess underneath his weight. His mind was telling him to be rational and wait. He did not want to force this upon you.

"Miguel, are you okay?" Your hand touched his forehead, and he let out a loud groan. That vanilla scent was making him high. He was getting drunk off of your scent alone. The buldge in his suit was becoming painfully sore. "You're burning up, you need to sit—"

"No." He rasped out, his hand wrapping tightly around your wrist. "I need you."

"Need me—"

"I need to touch you. Or I'm going to lose my mind."

"Has it been that stressful at work–"

"It is not work."

That's when you noticed it. Between his dark eyes, his long claws or his thick fangs. That look in his eyes was that of a man who was in a dire need of being touched. His life depended on it. You found yourself nodding, you've lost your words once you've taken a glimpse at his fangs. Miguel didn't wait, his arms hooked around your waist, as he pressed his entire body against yours and pushed you against your wall. You hit your head slightly, but before you could even register the pain, he was kissing you. He'd never kissed you like this before. His tounge forced itself into your mouth, and you let him, not fighting for dominance as you would sometimes. There was no point in trying to assert yourself over him in this state.

"Me estoy volviendo loco.." He mumbled, catching your lips in another kiss, breaking it just to bite on your lower lip. "We can't do this on the wall." He grumbled, sounding inconvenienced. He crashed his mouth to yours again as he led you to your bedroom door. He wrapped his hand around the handel and pushed, the door flew open, but the door handel came out in his hands. "My land lord is going to—" You were pushed onto your bed, and it was now that you realised your towel was no where to be found. You were bare naked underneath a feral, irritated, 6'9 man in heat. Miguel took off his gizmo, his entire suit dissipating as soon as he threw the watch away. It looked like that relieved his sorness a little. He got ontop of you, his hips locking yours in place, his arms on both sides of your head. His eyes glanced at your body for a moment, and an animalistic growl irrupted out of his chest. He leaned down to your neck, his fangs grazing against the space between your neck and shoulder blade. A loud squeal was the noise you made when you felt his teeth sink into the delicate skin, breaking it to the point where the puncture wounds drew blood. His tounge swished around the area multiple times, collecting any liquid that might've escaped.

"Miguel.." You whimpered. He bit into your neck, alot. Each time made you more and more lightheaded. His talons were grazing against your sides. His palms felt big, and rough against the soft skin of your tummy. He ran his hands across your sides before resting one of them on your chest, squeezing the plushy parts of you. He kneaded your breasts, before taking one of them into his mouth, sucking and lapping at your nipples like a starved animal. His eyes never left yours, that man got off just from the faces and sounds you made.

"You smell good." He moved his mouth to your other breast, "I showered with a vanilla scented—"

"That's not what I meant."

Your eyes widened at the sensation. His fingers circled your entrance. He collected the liquid on his fingers, and put them in his mouth. His eyes changed from crimson to bright red, and then back to crimson again. "You taste even better." He was getting impatient. Miguel threw your legs over her broad shoulders, and pulled you up, his nose poking against your clit. "Miguel, wait—" He was not listening. His mouth came in contact with your lips, his fangs poking your folds, his tounge licking and twirling at your bundle of nerves. "Wait, I'm going to—"

"Don't you dare." His voice was hoarse, he spoke against your thigh, sending vibrations up your legs. "Not until I say you can."

"But—"

"I've had enough of this." He doesn't let go of your legs. He falls next to you on the bed, pulling you on top of him. You're launched forward, putting both of your hands on his chest to stabilise yourself. "What...what do you want me to do?" Your head was spinning and you could not focus on anything but that burning sensation in the core of your stomach. A pit has started to form when he touched you, and now it was an ever-growing bomb about to explode.

Miguel's more playful nature shone through, as he said one word.

"Ride."

If your face was not flushed from earlier activities, it was now. Miguel always liked being the one on top, always. So why the change?

"I want to see your face." came his answer, as if he was reading your mind. "Get on with it." He slapped your thigh, and you nodded, lining yourself up with him.

It wasn't hard, he was rock solid. His tip was the same shade as his eyes.

You lowered yourself onto him, and the sound Miguel made made you unable to move. A growl so guttural, so loud, that you felt the entire bed shake. You started to move slowly, trying to push all the way in. "You're too big, Miguel, I—"

"—You'll take it, mi amor."

He pushed himself up, and you arched your back. Miguel held your arms up, surprised you so you wouldn't fall. Just the feeling of being filled up was enough to make you feel like you were going to burst. Your lips quivered as you tried saying his name. "What is it, preciosa?" He hummed, thrusting upwards. Your arms gave out, he held you. "Can't take it?"

"You—I can't—"

"You will." He kissed you, before laying back down. You realised he was being dead serious, and if you didn't do as he asked, he was going to make this so much harder on you.

You rocked your hips, and Miguel's hands instantly dug into your thighs, his talons pressing against you. The sting from their sharpness was not painful, if anything it made this all the more erotic. "Mi querida, estás haciendo el bien..." Miguel's eyes were fluttering, each time you moved, he would let out a moan or a groan, or a string of Spanish words you couldn't decipher. His hand found your rear, slapping it, telling you to go 'Faster'. You did as he asked.

That didn't seem enough.

He dropped you underneath him, holding both your hands above your head as his thrusts became faster than anything you've experienced before. He was going inhumanly fast. You grabbed onto his hair, tugging at his brown tufts. "Miguel, Please, I'm going to—" He nodded, slamming harder onto you, like your words only encouraged him. "Te aprietas, amor." He croaked out, "Quieres tener mis bebés, ¿no?"

"Miguel, I—" Your nails dug into his back, and your eyes shut tight as you reached the highest of highs.

Miguel didn't stop. He kept thrusting faster, until you felt a hot liquid fill you up. When he pulled out, you were already too exhausted to say anything, overstimulated in all the best ways.

When you looked at him, he looked a little more satisfied than he was when he came in.

Then you noticed it.

His tip was as red and angry as it was before you did any of this.

"Miguel—"

"You didn't think we were done, did you?" He purred, pulling you in again.

"But I'm—"

"I don't want to hear it."

It was going to be a long night for you.

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What hour was it now? You could hear the birds chirping outside. You were on your fifth —No, sixth round now.

Miguel had gotten calmer after the third round, but he was just enjoying himself now. Your entire body had markings on it. There were more punctures from his fangs on your inner thigh and neck. Your nipples were sore from his sucking, and you could not for the life of you conjure up one word. He fucked all the letters out of you. You were a mumbling, tearful mess under this man. The pleasure he made you feel is one that no one could ever replicate. Not that Miguel will let them anyway.

His tounge sucked off your mixed liquids from your entrance, he'd filled you up a couple of times now. This was his method of 'cleaning' you up. But you knew him better, he loved the way you tasted.

"There.." He was out of breath, his stamina seemed to have worn out now. He moved next to you, pulling you into his chest. His hand ran through your hair, untangling it. "You took me so well." He hummed, wiping the few tear drops on your cheek. "I might've went a little overboard. Lo siento, gorgeous."

He did not sound sorry, he did not look sorry. He definitely did not regret any of this.

" 'tis okay." You replied weakly, "Are..you better?"

"Yes." He mumbled, "It's just this thing that comes to me. Rapture does nothing to stop it. I usually handel it myself, but now that I have you.." He chuckled darkly, "We can make this our little routine, every month."

"Mm'kay.."

He chuckled. "You'll get used to it." Miguel kissed the top of your head. "I'll get the bath ready for us."

"How sweet of you." You reply sarcastically.

"Watch the attitude," He grinned, that hungry look never really left his eyes. "Or I'm going to fuck that out of you."

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[sabcandoit]

As you wish

Spider noir x fem reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[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 💆🏽‍♀️

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man i want some writer friends ANYWAYS noir has been looking mad breedable lately 😼 specifically w/o the mask i just know he would treat you right

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