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hanasnx · 5 months

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Just found your Noir content. Glad someone is writing for him. Noir and breeding kink? Been thinking about Noir fucking me in a mating press ever since he attacked Starlight in season 2. He can hold me down and choke me out like that any day.

MINORS DNI 18+

babe that fuckin mating press goes hard doesn’t it? goddamnnnnn. noir putting you in a mating press <333that whole thing with starlight was fuckin crazy i was clawing the walls

Rough grunts expel from BLACK NOIR’s nose with each sharp thrust, plowing into you from the angle the position provides. Folded up over yourself with no regard to your comfort, he’s got you bunched up in a way that pleases him. Heavy body leans over you, harsh hands on the backs of your thighs keeping you good and spread from him. You’ve certainly gotten more flexible since you’ve started fucking him. The edges of his armor dig into you, but you can’t even register it over the overwhelming sensation of being filled. Fat cock drives into you at a reckless pace, forcing air from your lungs as if its piston defines your diaphragm’s every move. You can barely breathe from being crushed.

There’s something different about his angle, not only is it mind-bending, tremors wracking through your body as your eyes roll so far back in your head they ache, but it’s the way he handles it. Grabbing you like he owns you, redirecting your body in any way he desires, muscling you into submitting underneath him so he can fuck your hole in peace when you squirm too much. Your cervix gets kissed by his tip occasionally, but he wants you to be still and take it. For his dick? You’ll do anything.

You let him mate with you. The way he’s fucking you reminds you of an animal. Pinning you down as if you’ll escape at your first chance, growls escaping him, possessively filling up your cunt with the wet sounds of a cock finding its home. Usually, you’re the dirty talker in the bedroom, but he’s effectively silenced you, yanking you into his bucks with his firm hold on your thighs.

It used to be difficult to tell what he’s thinking, but he can’t be more clear now. The stutter in his hips is a dead giveaway to his impending load, and usually this would be the point in which he’d pull out and fist his cock to cum on you. Stomach, face, ass, he loved to paint you. Instead, he’s keeping it in, not only that but he’s still moving. Like he wants to fuck a baby in you.

“Noir— Noir!” you scold, but he continues. Swollen cock bullying your insides as it twitches with need to cum. “Don’t you— don’t you dare—“ you’re able to get the words out, concentrating hard on forming a sentence when your brain is so empty. The idea of him cumming in you is appealing, but you don’t know how Supes work. You’ve never had that conversation with him. What if he’s not sterile?

Lips slot against your ear, and if you weren’t mistaken, you could’ve sworn they form and mouth the word “baby.”

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thesilmarillionblog · 1 month

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M A S T E R L I S T🖋️

SOLDIER BOY / THE BOYS (TV)

• ANOTHER LIFE +18!

• A SWEET DISTRACTION

A Sweet Distraction 2 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . . █▒▒▒

• LOSING YOU

Losing You: Part 2

Losing You: Part 3

Losing You: Part 4 +18!

Losing You: Part 5

Losing You Part 6

Losing You Part 7

Losing You Part 8

Losing You Part 9 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . . █▒▒▒

• PROTECT ME FROM WHAT I WANT

Chapter 1: Don't try to fight the storm, you'll tumble overboard.

Chapter 2: Tides will bring me back to you.

Chapter 3: When the sun sets, we're both the same.

Chapter 4: Half in the shadows, half burned in flames. +18!

Chapter 5: I don't mind if there's not much to say. +18!

Chapter 6: Sometimes the silence guides our minds.

Chapter 7: 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . . █▒▒▒

BLACK NOIR / THE BOYS (TV)

IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT +18!

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celestialh4ven · 11 months

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Fucktoy

Currently gripping my sheets

summary: smut

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

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

wc: 908

Not proofread!

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

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

But now look at you.

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

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

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

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

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

“Fucckkkk….” You moaned again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hmm? What’s that darling” Peter asked

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

The men both pause for a second

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

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

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

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

And that is exactly what they did.

#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

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miabrown007 · 8 months

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Felonies and Other Love Languages (Heist AU)

art by @art-the-f-up

“Whoa, I see how it is, personal question rapid fire,” Adrien laughs, scratching at the nape of his neck. “What about our secret identities? Shouldn’t we, like, protect them by not sharing personal stuff?” “Why, are you afraid that extremely personal details like where you know a friend of yours from will compromise your identity out of 10 million Parisians? Are you famous or something?” Ladybug says, obviously teasing. Oh, if only she knew. He’d be a dead man.

I have Shay's permission to post his art. as you do not, you should not.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #ml art #ml fic #ml au #faoll #felonies and other love languages #heist au #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug #chat noir #ladynoir #he's dolled out all in puma he's committing to the black cat bit your honour #faoll art

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apocalypse-shuffle · 6 months

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BLACK NOIR | EARVING (the boys)

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“Pandora’s Melody” (Black Noir x Fem!Reader)

| It’s your first Christmas Benefit since working for Vought and you’re starting to chafe a little at all the rules. Least the music’s finally getting good.

| SFW, office rules, workplace discrimination(?), Vought International’s dress code policy & casual disregard of The Crown Act

| Pic Source: The Boys (s1)

| 800+ words

“Don’t fuck this up,” Ashley had said, sweaty handkerchief that was far too drenched to mop anything else up clenched tightly inside her fist, and a closed lip smile straining her spotty red painted lips.

And for your part you’d smiled back, nodded your head like a heavily - and repeatedly - hit bobble head; eager to keep your position and even more desperate not to be seen as the unfriendly black girl lest you lose your job.

To your credit it’s not until far later in the evening when everybody’s inhabitions are totally fucked, the camera crews and reporters are gone, and even most of The Seven have left to do things far less beneath them than attending a company mixer that you loosen the hold your heart’s keeping on Ashley’s words just…a bit.

Suddenly the music gets a little less mind numbingly fucking boring too and your mood gets a little less sullen, and even with your mandatory three inch heels shackled to your feet you finally begin to feel the music. So bobbing along, and finally downing the singular glass you’d been nursing the whole evening, you find yourself searching out whoever’s creating the new and far more engaging melody.

Your heart almost stops when you realize it’s Black Noir at the piano, gloved fingers flying over the keys, quite literally the only hero still bothering to attend this thing.

When a quick glance up shows that even Mr. Edgar’s no longer in attendance - though never unseeing you’re sure - you start talking mostly out of shock. You’ve never really been this close to any of the hero’s before now.

“Good - ah - good choice,” you murmur, “Hapless is really just such a downer for a Christmas Benefit.”

Muscles tense and breath short, fingers clasped together behind your back like a vice, you wait a beat for his reaction.

When all he does is kind of glance your way though you nearly breath out a sigh right in front of him before catching yourself, and you feel so free that for a second you want to take your hair down from its “more professional” slicked back bun so you can really feel the music through you.

Instead you untuck your dress shirt to quell the urge. Fuck, your pantssuit was starting to feel increasingly more suffocating the longer you worked here. At this point you felt like you’d end up buried in the damn thing then forced to partially exist as a pantsuit wearing ghost for the rest of your forever unrest for good measure—

—annnd think positive thoughts. The music is good, you want to sway. You settle for keeping up your subtle head bop and adding a few soundless taps against your thigh to the mix.

After he doesn’t slice you in half - or some other such gruesome death dealing action - you take another few moments to identify the song Noir himself has begun playing.

It’s lovely, and as much as you want to close your eyes to visualize the song’s name a bit better in your mind you opt not to so you can continue watching the way that Noir plays.

It’s more graceful than you’d expect (but considering the way you’d seen him train that was a little foolish of you). The silent hero’s fingers move across the keys like a true virtuoso, hands gliding from note to note with hardly a thought but still exactly right. In the entire time that it takes you to place the song he doesn’t miss a single beat and doesn’t lose his tempo; not a thing about how he plays looks or even sounds off.

Normally you’d be remiss to label anything perfect, but if there were ever an exception…

…Noir’s playing was perfect.

A small smile stretches your plush lips.

Delightfully so.

“The Minute Waltz,” you say after finally placing the song, only shuffling in place a little.

Which is how in the next minute you end up seated next to him after his head had snapped to you - and honestly you’d half figured he’d stopped minding you by that point so you’d been plenty surprised to find out otherwise.

Black Noir had stared you into submission with exactly one incline of his head to convey his invitation in any clear manner until, with held breath and a prayer, you’d sat down beside him where he’d made room on the piano bench.

Then it’s touch and go as - with your heart firmly in your throat and hoping to god you don’t screw anything up - Noir takes to eventually wanting you as more than just a captive audience. He plays a few simple chords, pauses, then looks over to you until after not too long you begin copying him.

By the end of the function your heart’s settled and you can slowly, but steadily, get through the entirety of Gymnopedie No.1 - with Noir pushing the pedal of course.

He even gives you a little silent round of applause once you’ve played through it on your own.

Like that, Noir at your side and surrounded by all the drunk limp dicks you work with tripping and throwing up over themselves, is the first time you feel like a real part of Vought.

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!

Um, I just wrote this tonight at random and with a cold so if there’s mistakes no there isn’t. Also, it’s Christmas and I figured I had a themed fic in me tonight so here you go and Happy Holidays (I guess)!

Don’t question how the Reader-Insert knows the names of these songs, it doesn’t matter.

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it!

#black noir #earving #black!reader #black y/n #black noir x black!reader #the boys x black!reader #christmas fic #black noir x reader #black noir imagine #x black!reader #the boys #the boys imagine #the boys black noir #the boys earving #the boys x reader #vought international

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whaliiwatching · 10 months

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Hey, my cat is getting put to sleep tomorrow and your noirpunk fic has been helping me process this and is very comforting so thank you a million times for it, I hope you have a fantastic week

fuck, dude, i’m so sorry. i lost my cat a while ago too. it’s awful and i still miss her.

i’m glad my writing could help a little. couldn’t finish this today, but here’s a sketch based on a fic idea i’ve been cooking for a bit. i hope it makes you smile. take care of yourself <3

#inbox love #spider man: into the spiderverse #spider noir #we don’t deserve cats #i wrote five poems about my cat just to cope with her death. it doesn’t hurt less but it hurts less often #please take the time to just. process. feel your feelings. remember to eat #if you want happier things to read:#noir has a soft spot for black cats #he has an army of strays in harlem that he feeds #i mentioned in the fic that hobie’s docks have strays too. they love noir dearly #the 30s harlem and 70s london/old york communities both care for the cats like giant families #the cats are happy and loved and at rest #<3

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amazingmaeve · 1 year

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black noir fic recommendations

these are the fics that i love and adore so so much and that’s why they are here and you should totally support them if u feel the same. give the likes, comments, and reblogs because they’re so good.

also give the writers the love they deserve because they sure as hell deserve it for writing these amazing stories!

i may also put some fics that are from AO3 on here and you should totally do the same and give them all the love and support as the ones on here!

also what i interpret things as fluff/angst might be different to other people and it's just an opinion based.

on tumblr.

ೃ⁀➷ fluff

in the night by @seeds-and-sins it’s just pure fluff and there needs to be more fluffy stuff for noir (specifically the show noir since noir in the comics is literally the worst) but show noir I just love and I love this.

ೃ⁀➷ fluff/kinda dark (?)

in your dreams by @seeds-and-sins a sequel to the fic above and it’s a bit more dark, noir doesn’t know how to approach reader without breaking a few laws. but nonetheless i love, love, love this fic and it’s amazing and you should show it all the love!

ೃ⁀➷ fluff

build a bear by @narcissiah just pure fluff. that’s it tooth rotting fluff that makes me happy every time reading it and it’s just so amazing. also some spoilers for season 2 that’s about but it’s totally worth the read.

on AO3.

ೃ⁀➷ angst/dark fic

soft spot by deleted account black noir is kinda stalker ish here and that’s why it’s a dark fic and he doesn’t know how to tell reader he likes her without scaring her.

ೃ⁀➷ fluff/teeny angst

inner sanctuary by bardsambrosia god I just love this one here it’s so amazing and so sweet and really shows off noirs gentler side and you should totally check it out if you’re a fan of noir.

#black noir headcannon #black noir masterlist #black noir #black noir x you #black noir x reader #black noir smut #black noir Fic Recommendations #the boys x reader #the boys x you #the boys x oc #the boys smut #the boys imagine #the boys headcanons #the boys Fic Recommendations #fic recommendations

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sweetlilbambi · 2 years

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the lack of sam wilson fics, black noir fics, bloodsport fics, and mm fics makes me think SOOOOOO hard 🤔🤔🤔🤔

#we all know why #tbh #bambi’s shitposts #sam wilson #sam wilson x reader #avengers #the boys #black noir #supes #suicide squad #bloodsport #bloodsport x reader #black noir x reader #homelander x reader #dceu verse #dceu fic #HMMMMM

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heavenlydevine · 23 days

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Just 8 more weeks left. Starting to get back into the groove of writing again, so whatcha feral kitties in the mood for? Some Soldier Boy action, cause goodness I gotta get my head outta the gutter. Send in them requests and I shall either bless you with a blurb, headcannon, or a lengthy one-shot.

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callsigncrash · 2 years

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Black Noir x Supe Reader

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You threw off your visor and slid down the wall, crying as you did. You’d been out with Homelander and Noir on some Vought ordered mission that had led to a considerable loss. You just couldn’t take it anymore. Homelander’s stupid rationalization and demeaning comments all while you crumbled inside.

Noir quickly walked down the hall to you and kneeled down in front of you, cocking his head to the side, questioning you.

“Oh god… I…I can’t take it anymore!”

Your voice cracks and you bow your head, sobs getting louder. Noir felt terrible that he didn’t know what to do.

He hated seeing you so upset. He only ever told Bucky and his friend about how he felt about you. He was trying his damndest to think of what to do to help you, to let you know he loves and cares about you and how you feel. Eventually, with the help of the little birds, he decided he could only do one thing. Maybe you’d stop crying, maybe you wouldn’t, but he had to try.

He carefully held your face in his hands and he took a deep breath. He quickly pressed his masked lips to yours. He started to pull back as you hiccuped from your tears before you held him close to you.

Nothing was said but your tiny smile and the tears stopping reassured him and his friends that this was a good idea.

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hanasnx · 5 months

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MINORS DNI 18+

BLACK NOIR wants you overstimulated and fucked out. When you’re as mute as he is, he calls it a win. Any choked, quiet sounds that emit from your mouth is a fucking symphony to his ears because he knows you’re too stupid to think of anything else to say.

When you’re clutching onto the sheets, drooling all over the covers from your gaping mouth suspended in mind-numbing pleasure while he rails you from behind; when you bury your little face into the mattress to scream, louder with each thrust, as he steadies you with a glove on your tailbone: He knows he’s got you. You’re his.

He picks up his foot to settle it on the edge of the bed, standing behind you tucked between your legs, plowing into you from an angle a few degrees difference and you’re fucking writhing. The sensational friction is all too much to bear, the wet chorus of your pussy nearly as loud as your mewling. He presses down on the dimples of your backside, yanking you back onto his cock, only to bounce your ass on his hips with the force of his push. He’s fucking juggling you on him, and all you can do is bang your fist against the mattress to release some of that energy.

You wish you could tell him that it’s so much, almost too much. Your eyes are rolling into the back of your head while your cunt’s being bullied into submission. Fat cock drives into your insides with reckless abandon and it hurts in such a good way. A warning hand reaches behind you, signaling him to slow down.

But he knows if you really wanted him to slow down, you wouldn’t be laying down taking it like the slut you are.

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mlmxreader · 2 years

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Domestic | Black Noir x gn!reader

Anonymous asked: "Why don't you come sit on my lap?" With Black Noir if I may request?

summary: Black Noir isn't home often, but when he is, you couldn't be more grateful for what time you get with him.

tws: mentions of horror films, swearing

You and Noir had been blessed, since he was off from work after an accident, he had been at home a lot more, only usually ever stepping out to go to the shops and grab some food or drinks or the papers, and sometimes even going on little walks with you when it was cooler in the evenings; it was bliss, to have your boyfriend home so often when you usually saw so little of him. Not having to worry about what Homelander was doing to him at the office. Not having to worry about what the fuck he was going to come home covered in.

His armour had been abandoned, left on the chair in the bedroom to rot, although it smelled so sweetly of washing powder from where you had scrubbed it and scrubbed it and tried to get all the stains out; you told him not to worry when he offered his help, you told him to go and rest and to find something decent to watch on the television. You often watched horror films, ones like Cannibal Ferox and The Human Centipede, sometimes things like The Cat o Nine Tails and Cut and Run; he would cook afterwards, and would let you sit on the counter while he did, often nodding or using one of his hands to show you that he was still listening to whatever you ranted about - usually the practical effects, which always made him laugh, as he knew how much you hated Vought's films, always complaining that they were like fast food and weren't real cinema. He knew you were right, but the money let you both live comfortably.

It was boiling, sweat was dripping down your back and you had to keep wiping your forehead so it wouldn't get in your eyes, able to feel the heat course through your entire body; Noir was sat on the sofa, in his usual spot at the left with his arm stretched across the back, but when he laid his eyes on you, he frowned, and he grabbed his phone.

He quickly typed out a message, "why don't you come sit on my lap?"

You looked at it when it came through on your own phone, and you shrugged. "Are you sure? I'm a bit gross."

Another message. "I'm not worried."

You smiled, then, and made your way over to him, getting comfortable on his lap and leaning back a little to put the recliner up, your legs tangled with his as you pressed yourself against him, your back against his chest but a little to the right so that you could go on your phone.

"Is there not anything good on?"

Noir texted back, "no. All shit."

"That would explain it," you chuckled. "Not even a Vincent Price thing?"

"No."

You hummed, absentmindedly scrolling through your social media feed. "You wanna chuck on some Cannibal Corpse and dance around for a bit?"

"I'd like that :)"

You turned around, pressing a kiss to his forehead and gently tracing the side of his jaw. "Give me a second, yeah?"

Noir nodded, catching your wrist gently and pulling you down when you went to get up, pressing his forehead to yours.

"I know," you whispered, "I love you, too."

He pulled his hand away from your wrist after a while, following you into the kitchen and watching as you set up the little speaker; it was a gift he had gotten you for your first anniversary, and despite it being knocked and kicked around, it was still very much working. He waited quietly, watching you with great interest as he always did; but when you pulled your phone out and got the music up, he came to stand behind you, peering over your shoulder. He pointed to one song, which made you grin as you raised a brow.

"Don't you think the neighbours will, uh, complain about that one?"

Noir shrugged, he could easily deal with any and every complaint against you and what you both did in the privacy of your own home; he didn't mind.

"Alright," you dared to laugh a little, clicking the song and turning the music up, putting your phone down next to the speaker. "Entrails Ripped From a Virgin's Cunt it is."

He grinned, actually grinned like he used to, and although such a sight was breathtaking, you were soon caught in his arms; it was far from in time with the song, but you held gently onto Noir's shoulders as he moved you around the room, dancing with you as best as he could.

Moments like that were always your favourite; moments where nothing mattered outside of that room, moments where one of the songs you both loved was playing and you were having a blast. Homelander never existed in those moments. Nobody did. It was always just you and Noir.

It always would be.

if you liked this fic, please reblog it and feel free to leave feedback (tags, comments, asks, etc) about it 💚

#mlem writes #black noir x y/n #black noir one shot #black noir x reader #black noir imagine #black noir #the boys imagine #the boys fanfic #the boys #the boys x reader #the boys x you #the boys fanfiction #the boys fic

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demonic-black-hat-aus · 10 months

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:)

Guess what? I finally posted the first chapter!

Nox Noir - Chapter 1 - shadow_oblivion - Villainous (Cartoon) [Archive of Our Own]

I am now going to pass out in bed is very late for me. Stay tuned for updates on this fic, since the posting schedule is going to be all over the place this time around.

#villainous au #lux noir sequel #nox noir fic #paperhat #black hat x dr flug #black hat villainous #dr flug villainous #finally starting the sequel after beating the outline for three years until it was managable

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marley-manson · 1 year

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i’ve been seeing a lot of mash noir au stuff on my dash recently and it’s making me think, so consider the following:

mash noir canon divergence

hawkeye gets dishonourably or undesirably discharged, can’t be a doctor, can’t really get any kind of legitimate background-check style job, but an old friend from boston or new york is a private investigator and hires him on as a partner. still won’t carry a gun. maybe solves a few mystery novel style cases but the work mostly consists of photographing cheating husbands and pulling hookups by pretending his job is cooler than it is. then one day BJ or Trapper (or Margaret or Charles or Klinger...) tracks him down and comes to him with a problem.

#though you could make an argument for a gun since he wouldn't be carrying it on behalf of institutional violence #like if you drew that line in a fic i'd probably buy it #but i'd err on the side of no gun myself bc it's more fun. or maybe he carries an unloaded one as a bluff if he's ever threatened #tbh in a noir i'd probably go with bj bc he's better fatale material than trapper #mash #bj could pull a double cross #marley on mash #like idt hawkeye maps that well onto a classic noir pi character. bogart he is not. but canon hawkeye who just ends up in a similar job #bringing his own style and energy and attitude to it... could be fun #also if he's lowkey constantly miserable thanks to not being a surgeon his darker category of humour would fit the vibe v well imo #resentful hawkeye pov could do black comedy noir narration

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blaacknoir · 2 months

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My current fixation is Noirlander and I really enjoy your fics. I can't stop thinking about them and I wonder what is your thoughts about this: if Noir found out what Homelander did to Blindspot, how do you think he would react? What would Noir feel when Homelander picks on the Deep or A-train?

Ooooh, good questions!

Okay so I think that Noir has kind of been.... frog-boiled into accepting Homelander's hissy fits. It's happened so gradually that he just sort of accepts them as part of working with Homelander.

My personal headcanon is that Noir thinks of the Homelander as his son, and as a result of that, ends up justifying Homey's behavior. Noir would be horrified at what happened to Blindspot--who wouldnt'?--but at the same time, I think he'd see it as a risk of working with Homelander. He might take Homey aside after the fact and tell him "You can't just do that, what the fuck", but those talks have less and less of an effect on the Homelander these days.

As far as Kevin and A-train are concerned... that's a good question. And kind of complicated. Because while I think Noir would agree that sometimes yeah, they need a Talking To, the actual methods that Homelander uses--debasing, abusing, etc--are probably a little triggering for him. He thinks about talking to the Homelander about it, but every time Noir gets ready to confront him, Homelander will smile a certain way, or his face will twitch just so, or a laugh will have that familiar cruelty behind it. And so Noir just keeps his head down and doesn't make waves.

#asks #the boys #homelander #black noir #vought thoughts #anon i have so many noirlander fics for you to read #please ask me more about my blorbos

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lambtotheslaughterr · 11 months

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