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l13 · 10 months

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spiderverse twt links<33

WARNINGS : NSFW, 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, f!reader, the links are literally p#rn, proceed at your own risk, there's also peter x miguel soo yknow

CHARACTERS: miguel o'hara, peter b parker, hobie brown, spider noir

miguel o'hara

♡ miguel fucking your pretty throat and holding your head till you're almost choking on his cock, his thighs shaking as he shoots his cum down your throat- knowing damn well you're gonna be a good girl and swallow for him, "Fucking choke on it, baby.." "S fucking good for me.. taught my pretty girl so well.."

♡ brain empty only miguel rubbing your pussy while he's snapping his hips up at you, snarling when he feels you clamping down on his cock, as you squirt messily, but oh he's not stopping yet "Thaaat's right.. That's. fucking. right," "Fucking cum for me now, baby"

♡ miguel playing with your pussy till you're clamping down on his fingers, gushing prettily as you cum, and he's barely holding himself from bending down and tasting your sweet cunt, his hard cock pulsing each time you tighten around his fingers, and he so badly wants to replace them with his cock, but he reminds himself to be patient 'cause he also just loves to see you fall apart like this:(

bonus miguel fingering you again (he's obsessed)

peter b parker

♡ peter + side fucking while you're facing himmm. he gets to have you pressed up against him, fucking into your pussy, and he gets to see your face? oh, yeah he's sold. gets SO fucking pussy drunk it's insane, "'h my God, baby- you're so fucking pretty- pussy's so pretty too. Doing so good for me, ah-" just can't seem to stop thrusting into you, coming in you over and over again

♡ peter thrusting his hips up to no use- literally humping the air as you kiss him, your hands running up and down his body, and he's whimpering, so so happy that you're even letting him cum that he doesn't even care that you're not touching his cock<33 "You're gonna make me come, baby... mmffuck yes, please-"

♡ peter humping the bed cause he misses you sooo much:( that's it that's the post

hobie brown

♡ hobie loves when you're on top of him, but that doesn't necessarily mean he lets you control the pace. he just loves pushing you down on his cock as he bucks his hips up, chasing your tight little pussy, as you mewl above him sweetly, "Cunt's suckin' me in, love, Christ-" "Greedy lil' thing, ain't ya?"

♡ gjdfkgjdkgj yeah yeah yup yeah. no yeah. YEAH. HOBIE jerking his cock while you're riding his face??? "Like that, lovie, mmf ride m'face harder-" his words are muffled against your drenched cunt, and he's slurping it all up greedily. 'nd then almost coming when you're riding him, thinking it's so unfair that you stopped- and he chooses to chase after you, start fucking you from behind, head tilted as he stares at where you're joined, slack jawed, squeezing and slapping your ass for good measure. "S rude, love, leavin' me like tha'. Not that rude now, are you, pretty?"

♡ very very very rare BUT when it happens it's absolute *chef's kiss*, pretty boy hobie thrusting his hips up to meet the pace of your hand, his pants and moans are so pathetic and it's so cute, and he's being so obedient for once:(( just sitting there taking what you give him- "FFuck yeah, love," "Ah just like that, you're s'good oh-"

spider noir

♡ shower sex with noir:(( where you're both just so infatuated with each other, stopping your kissing just for him to rub at your pussy before sliding his cock in, both of you letting out moans at the pleasure you're getting. he literally can't keep his hands off of you<33 "So God damn beautiful.. you're perfect, honey.." "I can't stop- Christ, you're tight,"

bonus :')

♡ mm he loves letting you take control once in a while, just absolutely losing himself when you tease him, showing him just what modern vibrators can do(LMFAO), he's moaning so sweetly for you as well, pretty boy just wanted a break:( "S-slow down a bit, Jesus christ- y're gonna kill me,"

♡ he loves to rub your pussy over your underwear so much, he's drooling at the sight, making sure to circle your clit as well, "Oh, honey... 's there something you want, hm?" "Look. at. that."

miguel x reader x peter

♡ um yeah.

miguel x peter

♡ ♡ ♡ i had to 🤭

#•ूᡣ𐭩 — visuals #•ूᡣ𐭩 — peter b #•ूᡣ𐭩 — hobie #•ूᡣ𐭩 — noir #•ूᡣ𐭩 — miguel #miguel o'hara x reader #peter b parker x reader #spider noir x reader #spidernoir x reader #hobie brown x reader #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara smut #miguel o'hara smut #peter b parker smut #spider noir smut #hobie brown smut #spiderpunk x reader

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jk66m · 10 months

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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.

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onestopfanficshop · 10 months

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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

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dizscreams · 10 months

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you ask you receive

treating spidernoir's wounds and him talking about how it doesn't hurt, you don't believe him, so you ask him what does hurt

he says "seeing your face when you see I'm injured."

ASTER I LITERALLY LOVE YOU SM.

PAIRING: Spidernoir x GN!Reader

You looked at the familiar figure outside your window with a sigh. It was nonother than Peter Parker, who just so happened to be your boyfriend and spiderman. It wasn't uncommon for him to show up at ungodly hours of the night, nor was it uncommon for him to show up seriously injured. You swiftly opened the window causing him to crawl through with a grunt and land on his feet. "Evening, darling. My, you look as good as ever."

He always tried smooth talking you when he had a particularly deep wound. "Come on, let's go to the bathroom," you told him tiredly. He followed you to the bathroom like a lost puppy. Once he entered the room he wasted no time in ripping off his mask and jumping on the sink counter.

He watched you as you quickly got all the supplies you needed, like it was routine. And it definitely was. Peter never meant it to become a routine. He hated doing this to you, but he didn't always have much of a choice. "Where's the wound?" You asked without looking at him as you entered the bathroom again. You set the supplies down next to him as he replied, "On my left side. It's not too bad."

You looked him up and down with a frown, "Take the suit off, please." He nodded and did what he was told, leaving him shirtless in front of you. You looked at the blood that was around the area with a look Peter couldn't quite read. He swears he thought you were about to cry. You got to work on patching him up as he watched you curiously. You were always so good at taking care of him, you were always so precise and delicate.

"Does it hurt?"

Your voice was soft and quiet but it still managed to startle Peter, as he had gotten used to the slightly uncomfortable silence that had taken over the night. He looked at you for a long moment before shaking his head, "No. It doesn't." You made eye contact with him for probably the first time tonight and looked at him slightly unamused. "Not even a little?" You sounded skeptical, like you thought he was lying.

"Not at all. Suppose I'm used to it by now," he replied smoothly which earned a scoff from you. "Each wound you have is shockingly worse than the last one and it never seems to hurt you. I'm starting to wonder if anything hurts you." He hummed as you continued to clean his side gently. "There is one thing," He stated calmly.

You raised your eyebrows, intrigued by his sudden confession, "Then what's that?" There was another moment of long silence before he replied. He put his head against the wall and slowly moved his hand to your wrist, the one wrist that was on his thigh.

"Seeing your face when you see me injured."

He gently grabbed your wrist and put it to his lips, giving it a chaste kiss before returning it back to his thigh. You looked at him mesmerized, as this was something he had never told you before. He looked back at you with the same lovesick look you had before you somewhat roughly pulled him in for a hug, "I love you, Peter. I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you."

#dizzy writes?! 😵‍💫#NOT PROOFREAD!!!!!!!#spiderman atsv #spiderman across the spiderverse #spidernoir x reader #spider noir #peter parker #spidernoir #spider noir x reader

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gatorbites-imagines · 9 months

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SPIDER NOIR⁉️⁉️⁉️

So I've read that spider noir has a organic web, which means there is a hole on their wrist that shoots webs.(wristussy)

So please, if you could.

I want reader (male/gn) to find out about the organic web

Maybe they were in the couch, holding hands, and reader rubs the lil hole,teasing it while noir is just squirming and saying to reader to stop (but they didn't, infact they did it harder) and then the web shoots out (i like to think its pretty sensitive), and noir is just being a flustered mess while reader is AMAZED lol.

-🥚

Peter Benjamin Parker/Spidernoir x Male reader

Headcanons

Artfight is pretty much over, so now I actually have time to write lmao

You and Noir had been dating for a while before you learned about the spinnerettes, especially if you don’t know that Noir was spiderman in the first place, then you’d have to figure that out first.

Because it’s the 30s you two aren’t able to be as open and affectionate as you may want, which most likely spills into your home life as well.

Most people just believe you are two poor guys who share an apartment, which wasn’t too unusual. Mix that with Peter being Jewish and antisemitism always being a thing, Peter needing a roommate would be even more plausible.

But because of the world you two live in, it’s difficult even being affectionate to one another when you are alone, because there’s always the fear of being caught and hurt because of it.

Maybe at some point in your relationship you two are able to move into an apartment building owned by another member of the lgbt community, where others like yourself and Peter live, allowing some of the paranoia and anxiety to leave you two.

It just means Peter has to be extra careful as spiderman, so that he wont lead the authorities to the building or somehow have the image of your community worsened by being associated with spiderman.

But living somewhere safe means you two dare being closer than before, especially if you live in an apartment where no one can see through your windows, except for maybe Peter who can climb up there.

It would lead to you two being able to be more affectionate, kissing more, holding each other, and cuddling on the couch as you watch your clunky tv play whatever was on back then, or listen to your radio playing music.

It might even cause you two to get a little bold, holding hands inside Peters pocket in public, or hooking your pinkies when no one is looking. It wouldn’t surprise me if Peter pulled you into dark alleyways or around corners to steal some kisses either.

Because you two can easier share affections now, it isn’t unusual for you two to just cuddle up on the couch holding hands, your thumb rubbing the back of his hand, or running your fingers over his knuckles.

Its when you are messing with his hands one day that you discover it, a small barely noticeable slit on his wrist. You learn later it was only visible because peters web pouches were full, as he hadn’t been out as spiderman in about a week because of injury.

You, of course, are curious. So, you immediately touch it, rubbing your thumb across it and pulling at the edges of it a bit in interest. To your surprise Peter jolts and makes a noise you rarely hear from him.

He would be extremely flustered as he covers his face with his other hand, quietly asking you to quit doing that, but he doesn’t pull his hand back to himself or anything, so of course you keep it up.

As you rub at the spinnerettes Peter would grow louder in his noises, his entire spine straightening as a whimper leaves him. Under his hand he’s biting his lip hard enough to break skin, his face completely dark from the flush that’s spreading all the way down his neck.

At some point you press hard enough on the slit that suddenly Peter seems to have had enough, lunging at you, and pinning your hands above your head as he pins you down. His hair is ruffled, and his glasses are askew, and his still chewing his lip as he looks at you with a flustered face.

You learn that night that his spinnerettes are quite sensitive, but might be just what you need to get him worked up if you need it.

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qaxqxd · 10 months

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Colorful Confession

♡Pair: Spider-noir x spider!female!reader

Genre: barely any angst / fluff

Warning: Injuries, fluff

A/n: just enjoy (wrote on phone that's why it's a little weird)

Summary: You're taking a break from being spider-man. Noir decided to visit your dimension, and he seems to have something to confess.

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Being spider-man was your job, your first job. But you picked up a hobby. Painting was something you liked to do in your free time, but it was also somewhat of a job. You weren’t a famous painter, but you still made money from the paintings you’ve done.

You decide to take a break from being spider-man. Not from your dimension, but just the whole spider-multiverse madness. You just wanted the week off painting, watching movies, and etc.

It's not like you hated staying at Spider HQ, it was just sometimes unbearable. With your boss, Miguel O’hara being all pissy.

There is one spider-man who catches your eyes a lot. Spider-Noir. You’ve only been on one to two missions with him, or you would catch him around the hallways. His trench coat and fashionable fedora make him look amazing.

He was also pretty sweet too. Lovely person you could say. A total gentleman. And maybe you had a little crush on him? No it was pretty big, you couldn’t even breathe when he was around you.

You wanted to draw him at every chance you got, but never had time. Now you finally have the time to do it.

You walked into your small studio, placing your canvas down. You needed a sketch of him. You sat on your stool. Trying to recollect what he looked like.

Blank.

You couldn’t draw an image in your head. It's probably because you don’t see him often. You sigh in slight frustration, before an image of him appears in your thoughts. Your face turned slightly red, since it was somewhat unholy.

You sketch out a few references into your spare notebook. Before actually placing the design onto the canvas. You were going to paint it too, so it’d have some color instead of it being plain.

You put the image of him onto the canvas. Starting with a circle and working your way making a spider-man figure. You made sure to sketch his trench coat and his fedora.

By the time you're done it's midnight. You decide to paint him since the image of him was still fresh in your mind. Before you could place down your first stroke of paint. An orange portal opens up.

Spider-noir?

What is he doing here?

"Hello!" He spoke, his voice a little monotone.

"Noir? What are you doing here?" You spoke trying to hide your canvas.

"I— uhm well." His words were stuttering. Both of your watches lit up for an anomaly. "I'm here for an anomaly!" He quickly said.

"Oh, would you like help then?" You asked. You needed more references of Noir's fighting.

"Yes! I mean— absolutely that would be lovely." You couldn't see that he was smiling, but you could tell he was. You let out a chuckle. Which got him a little red.

"Let me get my suit, requick." You rush to your room to put on your suit and rushed out.

"Ready?" He had his hands in his trench coat. His goggles shining in the light. You gave him a nod and he slid your window open. You both hop out the window and swung to where the anomaly was at.

The anomaly sighting was at an art museum. It was a Vulture. A weird looking purple one. It didn't look like your dimension Vulture. It seems rageful. You looked at Noir.

As he gives you a nod and you both lunge at the Vulture. The Vulture shook Noir off and Noir landed somewhere through the wall. You jump off of the Vulture. Swinging your webs to Noir.

"Noir!" You shove the broken parts of the wall off of him. You were kneeling down to him. His suit seems scratched, but not too badly. Just minor scratches.

"Are you alright?" You helped him up.

"I'm fine." He dusted himself off. You got close to him to see a scar on his neck. You placed your hand on his neck. He leans into your touch. You touch around his scar and examine it.

Noir wincing at your touch but not pulling away. It wasn't a great scar.

"Cmon' let's finish this so I can patch you up." You spoke, clearly concerned about his wounds even if they were small. He nodded, holding onto your hand. You thought he wanted you to remove your hand, so you did just that.

You two got back to the Vulture and took care of him. Lunging at him again and pushing him down enough to web his wings. You called Lyla to take care of the situation, and you both headed back to your place.

"Sit" you pointed to the couch in your art studio, taking off your spider-mask. You went to grab your medkit. When you got back to the studio, Noir had his mask off and his glasses on. His fedora in his lap.

He looked.. so very handsome.

You could quite literally look at him all day. You shook the thought out of your head, blushing slightly. You watched Noir remove his trench coat.

You took the cotton balls out of the kit, you applied some liquid on the cotton balls. Before rubbing it onto Noir's scars. You could hear him hiss in pain, but he's trying his best to sit still.

It was time to clean the scar close to his neck.

"Hey Noir, mind if I get closer?" You asked slightly nervously.

"Ah, if you want to. I don't mind." He spoke. His lap was the closest you could get to his neck, so you scooted onto it. He shifted his legs slightly, moving his fedora.

"A— Are you uncomfortable?" You asked, wanting to know if it was okay.

"It's. Fine, don't worry about it, doll." He spoke with his hand on his mouth. He made room for you to sit on his lap. The nickname he gave you made you more red.

You could feel his hot breath on your forehead, as you tried to clean the scar on his neck. You could feel his breath hitch in pain. You would then wrap his wounds up with band-aids.

"Hey, (Y/n)?" He asked.

"Yes?" You looked around him.

"You draw pretty great."

"W-What?"

"I like that drawing. I looked really nice." He pointed to your canvas.

Oh right. You forgot to throw a blanket over that. He wasn't meant to see it, but he liked it. So… he probably didn't think you were creepy and weird for drawing him.

"You don't think it's weird?" You asked him.

"No, I think it's really lovely. You have great talent." He smiled.

He got your face to turn into a deep red. You were still in his lap. You could feel his heat radiant off. As you put everything back in the kit. Getting off his lap.

"Right, one more thing." You lean down to place a kiss on his head. "That's for being a great patient." You walked out the room, blushing like crazy. You couldn't believe you just did that.

You peek into the room to see Noir's reaction. He was also blushing. As you put up the medkit, you come back to the room.

Noir was still sitting there, flustered.

"You could stay a little longer if you like." You sit on your stool to continue painting, as you apply the first stroke of paint. Noir pulled up a stool right next to you.

"Could I— hold you?" He asked, you obviously said yes to it. And he held you by the waist. His head on your shoulder. You two were blushing like crazy. You couldn't even think about painting.

You applied yellow to the canvas next.

"Is that purple?" He asked, which earn him a giggle from you. You forgot he wasn't the best at colors.

"No, it's yellow." You smiled at the flustered man.

"I knew that, doll." He mumble.

"What about that one?"

"Blue?" He was correct. You gave him a peck on the cheek.

"Good job." You said. Before you could get another word out. Noir place his lips onto yours.

You both let go to catch air.

"I love you." He uttered.

"Me too."

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W.C 1.4k

#spider noir x reader #spidernoir x you #spidernoir x y/n #spiderman noir x reader #spiderman noir #spidernoir x reader #spider noir

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m0chac0ffee · 10 months

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Spider-Noir sings like Frank Sinatra change my mind.

Specifically That's Life, The World We Knew, Fly Me to the Moon, and Rain In My Heart. Maybe My Way?? Idk.

#spiderman x reader #spider noir #spidernoir x reader #spider noir x reader #spiderman noir x reader #spiderman noir #spiderman into the spiderverse #spiderman itsv #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv #spiderman #peter parker x reader #peter parker #Spotify

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sabcandoit · 9 months

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

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

Scars and Kisses

Spider-Noir x Female Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Let me know if you want to be tagged in my fics!)

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d-a-n-n-y-y · 10 months

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Still waiting for noir getting more fics

#spider noir x reader #spider noir smut #atsv #itsv #spidernoir x reader #spidernoir smut #fluff

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an-ambivalent · 10 months

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uhhh i dont smoke but this with Spider-Man Noir please

#spidernoir x reader #spiderman x reader #spiderman noir x reader

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l13 · 9 months

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"uh-oh, it's time i went home and fucked my wife" vibes

#there's this specific noir ask i got that made my mouth water fr #im sorry.#i really am.#he's just so........................#noir brainrot #spidernoir x reader #spider noir x reader

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jk66m · 10 months

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The lack of spider noir content is fking illegal

#spiderman noir x reader #spidernoir x reader smut #spidernoir x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman noir

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serenitysheart1 · 8 months

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It’s worse to be nothing with you | Spiderman-Noir x Drunk!Reader

WARNINGS: Alcohilism, Suicidal Behavior (??)

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Word Count: 1,566

Context: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Gender-Not specified Reader, Reader is an alcoholic

Author’s note: fanfic title from ‘Promise’ by Laufey. In this context i wrote this as Peter being your close-friend who’s in-love with you cus ykyk slow burn

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His hands were shoved deep inside his pockets as he wandered through New York City, met with only silence and empty streets. The faint reflections of dim lights from cars and lampposts moved around him like silent ghosts. Hours passed by without a trace of you.

“Where in the devil have they gone off to this time?” Peter let out a heavy sigh, unable to shake off the heavy feeling in his chest. Just when all hope seemed lost, a faint glimmer ahead beckoned to him invitingly - a small bar tucked away at the end of an alleyway twinkling like a beacon.

The moment he saw the place, he recognized it immediately and felt the urge to burn it down just by looking at it. Here he was, standing in front of the bar you visited frequently. Despite all the advice he had given you, it seemed you had only tossed them all to the ground.

Could you really be in there, again? He had no choice but to check.

He paused for a moment before he opened the creaky door of the bar and stepped inside. The heavy stench of alcohol hung in the air; even though he was used to the smell by now, it still made him nauseous to think about you consuming it. Empty glasses stood on the counter like sentinels as a few exhausted patrons lounged at one end of the room. A couple of others were playing pool, while two fiddlers sawed away in the corner. There you were, seated on a stool in front of the counter beneath the soft glow of a yellow light. He let out a sigh as he unbuttoned his coat and slowly made his way towards you.

The warmth of a fabric enveloped you like a comforting embrace. You didn't flinch but instead looked up to see who had kindly given you their coat. "Oh, it’s you. Haha.. Hey there, Peeeter..." You slightly giggled, swirling the leftover booze in your cup.

His gaze was firm as he met your eyes. "Please, make this easier for both of us and just come with me, doll."

"Say what now? Where? No, thank you..." You held up your cup to him, a friendly glint in your eye. "C'mon, Peter, have a seat and join me for a drink!"

After another heavy sigh from Peter, he snatched the cup away from you. "How many of those have you had already, Y/N? I told you to quit it... Look at yourself, doll, look at yourself…"

"Errr... one, two—six, or seven?" You pretended to count on your fingers.

He shook his head, “Never mind, let's get you home, darling. I’ll take care of you." He gently wrapped his strong arm around your shoulders and attempted to help you up from the barstool.

"Nooooo, c'mon… I still have one bottle left..." You pleaded desperately, stretching out your arm towards the bottle.

He firmly grasped your wrist to stop you from grabbing it, his face mere inches away from yours now. "You know, at this rate, you'll be dead before you're thirty-five."

Your voice was muffled by a mix of sorrow and annoyance as you spoke. “And so what?”

His grip on your wrist tightened.

“…Why are you doing this to yourself?” He asked, his voice quivering, "Why are you doing this to me?”

You laughed harshly, your cold response only digging a deeper hole into his heart. “It doesn’t hurt to have some fun, Peter. Don’t be such a killjoy!..”

"And what's so fun about drinking your life away?" he asks in a disappointed tone, then he shakes his head, “Forget it, let’s just get you home already. You’re drunk, Y/N.”

“Haha.. You wouldn’t get it.” You muttered under your breath, “Now pass me that bottle. I paid for it after all.”

Ignoring your words he pulls you up, his arm now wrapped around your waist. You tried to pull away from him, begging for him to let go of you so you can go back inside. No chance of that though; he kept a firm grip on you as he guided you out.

His lips were pressed tightly together in a thin line. "You can't even walk properly. Hold on for a moment, dear." He effortlessly lifted you up and held you in his arms like a bride. Despite more of your protests, you eventually gave up and just gave in. He opened the car door with one arm and carefully placed you down inside the vehicle.

"Are you kidnapping me?" He looked at you sternly, not answering and simply shutting the car door. He went around to the other side and settled in the driver's seat, sighing and shaking his head. He’s used to this already, isn’t he?

“No, I’m just taking you home..." He replied in a tired yet gentle tone. “I want you safe and sound in your bed.” He grumbled as he turned on the engines.

You laughed for a bit, then fell silent.

“Hah... I really am an idiot, aren’t I?”

Sniffle.

The sudden crying made him jolt in surprise on his seat, not liking how you suddenly broke down in tears like that. He quickly stopped the car and turned around in his seat, wrapping his arm over your shoulder and pulling you into a hug, trying to keep you from seeing how hurt he truly was. He could feel your body tremble and your shaky breaths.

"Hey... you’re not an idiot, darling... I know you know better than this.." he whispered in a soothing tone, his mind in turmoil. How much longer can he do this?

You buried your head into his shoulder, “Why am I like this? Why, why, why….” Sobbing even more. He gently caressed your head with his other hand. Even though this isn't his first time dealing with this situation, his heart breaks to see you like this.

“It's okay, darling. It's okay...I’m here, I’m here..." he whispered, but his words only seemed to make you cry more as you hugged his shoulder tightly.

Peter doesn’t have to deal with this yet unfortunately he does. It makes you sick. Why can’t he just leave you already? Doesn’t he have a job to do as Spiderman, not taking care of some drunk.

“No, it’s not o—okay…” Your voice cracked, “I’m a burden to everyone, I should just hurry up and die already.”

Hearing those words hurt him to his core. He pulled you closer, his voice in absolute despair. "No... no, no, no. God, please, don’t say that, sweetheart... you're not a burden to anyone, especially not to me, Y/N… I can’t just stand by and watch you throw away your life like this.. I-I can’t..." he sighed deeply, his grip around your shoulders tightening.

Knowing how damaging those habits are from his own experience, it hurt to see the person he loved and cared so much about go down that path. As if the universe was trying to torture him.

"Then why do you put up with this?" you said through the tears in your voice.

"Because, I love you… and nothing will ever change that, darling. Nothing.” He whispered, his voice sounding like he was going to break down at any moment too. But he can’t do that, especially not right now.

“If there was a version of me without you by his side, believe me, he’d be as broken as the bottle you kept drinking from this evening.” He sighed and pulled away slightly. Wiped the tears off your cheeks, as he looked into your eyes.

“So please… stop hurting yourself like this. I'm begging you.”

More tears stained across your face, as you buried your head back deeper into his shoulder. Words are too good to be true. He could be happy right now if it wasn’t for you. He could be loving someone else right now, someone who wasn’t drunk, selfish, stupid, and... and…

It made you cry even more thinking about it. As much as you wanted his love, but you knew… that, “.. I don’t deserve you.”

“Y/N…”

Eventually your sobbing stopped, and it was soon found out that you’ve passed out and fallen asleep. Peter pulled away slightly and adjusted the coat on your shoulder. He let you lay your head down on the car seat, but your head fell on his shoulder instead as he shuffled to turn on the engine back up again. He didn’t move and let you be, not wanting to wake you up, so he just drove. A painful expression on his face could be seen from the car’s rear window reflection. Taking in everything that just had happened. He was used to this. But the pain only grew each and every time. It never gets easier.

It’s been a long night. But all that matters now is that you’re still by his side, still breathing.

Once he reaches your house, he carefully carries you into your room and places you in the bed. Tucking you in. His heart feels lighter all of a sudden as he watches you sleep, but as soon as he turns to leave the room, he sees the empty bottle of booze lying on your desk.

Suddenly, his heart sinks again. It’s an endless cycle.

#spider noir #spider noir x reader #spider man noir x reader #spiderman noir #atsv #itsv noir #atsv angst #itsv x reader #itsv angst #atsv x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader #spiderman into the spiderverse #spiderman into the spiderverse x reader #spidermannoir x reader #spidernoir x reader

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dizscreams · 10 months

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how would noir react to reader's laugh?? like, for example a snort type of laugh!!

STOPP THIS IS ADORABLE!!

I firmly believe he would find it to be the cutest thing ever. Always going above and beyond to make you laugh. Honestly your laugh would make him laugh and its just ajhjf like imagine you guys aren't dating yet and Miles sees Noir GIGGLING with you and he's just so confused to see his non-smiling semi-serious friend grinning like an idiot.

Miles is just like "Are you two dating?" and Noir completely stops laughing and gets all serious again, "No, why would you think that, kid?"

If you were insecure about your laugh he'd purposefully make you laugh all the time just to compliment you <3 "Why would you hide something so beautiful?"

SO YEAH DEF NOT THE TYPE TO MAKE FUN OF YOU. My man is a simp, like completely head over heels in love with everything about you.

#dizzy talks!!#i love my bf!!!#spidernoir #spidernoir x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman into the verse

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gatorbites-imagines · 11 months

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SPIDERNOIR WITH A A FTM READER ??

Peter Benjamin Parker/Spidernoir x ftm reader

Headcanons

Peter is from the 1930s, so sadly there probably isn’t much medical treatment you can get done. That doesn’t mean you can’t wrap your chest, though you would have to do it in unhealthy ways. You would also wear men’s clothes and have your preferred hairstyle.

Peter would have no issue with you being trans, though he wouldn’t fully understand it in the beginning but would support you anyways.

Because it’s the 30s you two can’t be open about your relationship to the public out of the dangers it poses, but in your own home you are able to be yourselves and be together.

If you guys are together you are most likely his MJ because that’s something every spiderman has to some extent, at least all peters seem to have an MJ. MJ is a very gender neutral nickname too which would help with dysphoria or confusion.

Peter is smart, so he would find a way to help you bind your chest in more healthy ways, if you wanted to bind your chest. He wouldn’t be able to get you hormone treatment because I don’t think that was a thing at the time, but he will help you with voice training.

He could also help you in working out to build more muscle to be more masc presenting if that’s what you wanted. You guys just convince the outside world you’re just a guy with a smoother face, smaller hands, and a higher voice, no one really questions it.

When he joins the spider alliance he learns that being trans is actually a common thing, and it would lead him down a longer path to learn as much about it as possible.

He gets you a binder with the help of some of the other spider-people, and is able to get you both literature and books about it so you can both learn about it.

Up until then you most likely didn’t have a way to explain what you were, but knowing there were people out there like you helped you and peter a lot. It meant Peter had someone to ask questions, and you had someone to bond with.

Because Peter would most likely bring you with him to the headquarters because he knows how helpful it would be, and maybe to have you seen by some more futuristic doctors who could give you the treatment you want, in case you want it.

But no matter what, Peter would love you anyways. Whether you bind, or don’t. whether you want hormones or not. He would always respect you, your pronouns, and however you decide to present yourself.

He’s just smitten with you like any person of Peter is with their partner, this also makes him quite protective during your day to day, because the world is dangerous. Both because of his work as spiderman, but also because the world isn’t so accepting of people like you.

He isn’t overbearing though, and he tries not to be too much, since he knows you can protect yourself If you need too.

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augustinapril · 6 months

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♥︎ — 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 — ♥︎

hi!! it's snowed where I live, and I wanted to do a cute winter event even though it's only october!! which means this is NOT a christmas event, so please don't send in any asks that are Christmas themed. ♥︎

this event will go from october 27th—november 3rd !! send in as many asks as you want.

all tags added to the post are only to get reach for the event!! not all characters I write for are tagged, so check the masterlists to see and also send me an ask if there's a character not on there!! I might have forgotten to add them </3

masterlist and guidelines and navigation post

𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐚 — [MOOTS ONLY!] send this is an I'll tell you what winter activity you remind me of!! ♥︎

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 — send in a cute winter date idea and fandom, and I'll tell you what character would most fit it!!

𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬 — send in a winter prompt and a character, and I'll write you headcanons or a blurb

𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬 — ask games like cym, kmk, etc. !! ask games are so fun, and I love them so much. <3

𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 — give me a character from my masterlist & a scenario, and I'll make you a moodboard!!

tagging moots for reach:

@stqrluvr @lu-vin-it @renqiisnce @book-place @dizzyntrr @jaidens @crazyf0rswayze @stvrlighttgabss @brklynbb @solutopia @carelikeribbonsinyourhair @yellowjaxxx @dljcem

also, a quick note to my moots: I'm sorry I don't talk to you guys very often :(( I wish I could more snd oll try to, but sometimes I just get so busy. know I LOVE LOVE LOVE you guys ♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎

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