#spider man noir imagine

[graysnetwork]

Hey!! I recently found ur acc and I love ur writings!! I wanted to request a spider noir x reader where a bunch of creepy drunk guys tries to cat call y/n and spider noir swoops in and beats the shit out of them lol. If you can’t write anything like this that’s totally fine! Make sure to take breaks :)

Hii, tysm for the request!! Ik I lowk took a while to respond sooo…

But thanks for this idea I liked it a lot!!

Idk if you wanted me to make them in a relationship so ima do it like Tobey’s Spider-where they only know each other because he saves her a lot.

Friday, 8pm?

Info: I literally had to search up if the subways were a thing in 1933, ALSO THIS ISNT PROOF READ OR HAS GONE THROUGH GRAMMARLY SO IGNORE TYPOS OR DOUBLE WORDS

Warnings: weird creepy guys, cat calling

Summary: (the request)— as you walked out of work a bunch of creepy guys tried following you home, luckily your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man saved the day

You we’re walking out of work, it was a normal day, if you could call any day normal it’d be today, it was fresh as the sun began to set, and the sky got darker. Your shift had ended earlier than usual, so you walked out and began walking to the subway, so you could go home, and eat something as quick as possible.

You walked down the streets of the city, your bag in one hand, your waist apron in the other as you began stuffing it inside your bag along with your other possessions.

Of course this nice evening had to have turned wrong in some way, it would’ve been much more terrible if New York was invaded by a monster, but for you; New York decided to gift you with men who invaded your space.

A whistle was heard two feet away from you, before a man walked up next to you and began talking to you, saying several things; “what’s a pretty girl like you doing out right now?” The man asked, you tried walking faster but only followed “could you leave me alone?” You asked him, being nice about this never worked for you. But it was worth a try, right?

He continued following you asking more things; he was being a little too personal, and now you had to walk through several streets that led to places you didn’t even know, the one thing you didn’t want him knowing was your address so you just walked through the city, and your stomach was grumbling from how hungry you were.

You lost him eventually after a while of walking, he had lost you in the subway, which you couldn’t be more grateful for. You got on and after getting off walking through the city some more, going to your favorite pizza place, you walked out the building and once again; you were found by another, very much older man.

He couldn’t have been thirty years old, he looked much, much older than that. “What’re y’doin out tonight honey?” The man obviously sounded drunk, he put his arm around you and you took that as your cue to push him away.

“Where y’goin hon?” He asked as he jogged over to you and placed and hand on your waist. You were about to push him away again and jog or run away, but before you could even turn your head, he gasped and pulled his hand away; almost pulling you with him as he fell to the ground.

You let out a quick gasp as the man fell and went completely unconscious before you felt yourself being pulled away, you couldn’t comprehend anything before you were standing faced to face; or mask.

In front of a familiar black goggled mask. “what the hell-” you said with a sign as you realized it was Spider-man. “You okay?” He asked, his hands were placed gently on your midriff, “mhm, yeah I’m good..” you nodded at him as he looked you up and down.

“You sure..?” He asked as he continued looking you up and down “yeah, I’m fine” you reassured him “you have a thing for needing my help, huh?” He said, you could almost see the smirk form in his mask.

You chuckled and nodded “yeah, maybe, but I’m fine thank you for saving the day” you smiled at him, his knees almost buckled as your lips curled up. “So, you don’t want me to swing you home?” He asked, a smirk behind the mask, you wished you could see his face so badly right now, you always wanted to see him.

“Well, no, I’m not denying a swing home” you grinned, “so is that a yes?” He asked and you quickly responded with a nod. He held you by the waist and soon enough he had you in the alleyway, next to your complex. You two walked to the front of the bricked three story building.

“Thank you, again” you smiled at him once more, “it’s no problem, I’m Spider-Man remember?” He said as he walked back through the alleyway, you wished you could invite him inside to have a coffee, or just a conversation. But then again, you didn’t know him, he probably wouldn’t accept the invite, and you had no courage to ask.

So you walked inside and headed up the stairs to your small but cozy apartment, you immediately headed to your room to set down your bag. Noticing a shadowy figure through your window to the fire escape.

You noticed his goggles again, “you we’re waiting for me?” You asked opening the window, “you thought I wouldn’t?” he chuckled, “are you sure your not just stalking me?” you giggled, “m’no” he shook his head gently as he let out another airy chuckle.

“I’d be worried if you were” you smiled, you put your hands on the ledge and leaned a little closer to him, “I wouldn’t do that, without your permission” he said, smiling dumbly under the mask, you could here the playfulness in his voice, but also how sincere and sweet he was.

“Take me to dinner first” you smiled, feeling heat rise up your cheeks, “I could, if you wanted too” he said sweetly, “I would say yes, so you should” you leaned a little closer, you almost thought he leaned closer as well.

“I’ll get a reservation than” you could see the wide grin imprinted in his mask, it made you smile more, you nodded hoping that was a good enough response, you hoped that he couldn’t see how flustered you were beginning to look.

“I really like you..” he whispered, the smile under his mask never faded, “I, like you too” you nodded “yeah, I really, really do” you told him, leaning in closer, he noticed it this time and pulled his mask down to his nose before he leaned in and kissed you.

To say this was perfect could’ve been an understatement, but that was the only word you’d use.

You leaned closer, as much as possible, gripping the ledge of window, one of his hand let go of the web he’d been hanging (upside down) on. He placed it in the back of your head, gently pulling you closer to him, as if you weren’t close enough.

You hadn’t even noticed how your hands had been holding the back of his head too, “I, uhm..” you gulped as the heat rushed to your cheeks. “So, dinner next Friday eight pm?” His grin was visible now.

You nodded smiling sheepishly, “good, I’ll make sure to forget the mask” his grin widened, “thats, good” you smiled at him. He nodded off and said his goodbye, you turned back and walked over to your dresser thinking about how

You just kissed Spider-Man.

You just kissed Spider-Man?

He watched you from the window, as you took off your work shirt, he wanted to knock on your window so badly. If only he had the courage.

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Hope y’all like thisss🙈

[i-ate-the-rats]

hehehehe oh shit indefinite sad dark shadow (⊙ˍ⊙).

[unluckiestmember]

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

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

Anyway please and thank you :>

-Amy :3

Coming right up!

Spider-Man Noir X Spider-Woman! Reader

Characters: Spider-Man Noir

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

Warning: None. SFW.

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

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

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

You being Spider-Woman was a plus!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Will do the same with his hat if need be.

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

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

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

Spider-Verse Requests are open!

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

[dpshemma]

Is his turn to get a rose too

[whaliiwatching]

finally my obsession with zoot suits becomes useful

[miguelswifey04]

Hii can I request smthing for Noir? Like Noir's s/o teases him throughout the day going "I can take you" Then multiple orgasms later his s/o's like "S-Slow down!" Then Noir just goes "I thought you said you could take me?"

spider noir x gn! reader

cw: smut; no plot, suggestive but still 18+, nsfw—mentions of sex, slight teasing, slight dub-con, rough-fucking (ehh lol)

throughout the day, you had been teasing peter relentlessly, whispering those tantalizing words in his ear, driving him to the edge of desire. each time you uttered those four little words, "i can take you," it sent a shiver down peter’s spine, fuelling the inferno of passion within him.

he couldn't resist the challenge, the invitation you presented, and he found myself caught up in a whirlwind of desire, his body yearning to prove himself to you. but as the day progressed, your teasing intensified, pushing him further and further. finally, when he found yourselves alone, the anticipation crackling in the air, he wasted no time in taking you, ravishing your body with the hunger of a man possessed. the air was thick with the heat of our passion as he did everything in my power to fulfill your desires.

but it wasn't long before he could sense your limits being reached, the moans of pleasure slowly morphing into desperate pleas for mercy. your hips squirm beneath him, your voice trembling as you gasp for breath. “slow—slow down!" you manage to stammer, your voice filled with a mixture of longing and exhaustion. a smirk dances across his lips as he locked eyes with you, his gaze filled with a playful challenge. "i thought you said you could take me?" he replied, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

he shifted his movements, slowing the pace, but not relinquishing his hold over you. everyone stroke becomes deliberate, each thrust expertly calculated to bring you right to the edge without going over. the pleasure becomes a tantalizing tease, edging you closer and closer, but never allowing you to completely surrender to the release you so desperately crave. your body quivers beneath his, your lips parting in a mixture of pleasure and frustration. it’s a delicious torment, driving home the fact that your desires are perfectly matched.

“patience, my dear," he cooed into your ear, his voice husky with desire. "let me show you just how much i can take you." and with that, he continued the slow, deliberate dance of pleasure, pushing you to new heights as your bodies meld together in a symphony of desire and satisfaction.

a/n: good god 🤭😵‍💫🥴

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

[brights-place]

Spider Noir X a Modern! S/O

Pairings: Spider Noir X Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Mentions of Nazi's, Fighting

A/N: SPIDER NOIR DATING HEADCANNONS YIPPEEE! also you speaking shall be colorful af!

- GOD I LOVE SPIDER NOIR NEHEHEHE

- Mother fucker is colour blind as fuck! so if you get him anything colorful he would just stare at it in confusion and guess what colours they were

- This man lives in 1933 so you stare at him when he says the most random insults

- He loves egg creams so you literally stare at him with the most confused face like away as he raises a eyebrow at you as you question what it is which it's technically a milkshake

- THIS GUY IS A HUGE GENTLEMANNNN!

- Do the cliche romantic things which for some reasons always gets you to laugh which he enjoys to hear staring at you lovingly

- He would always be out fighting Nazis and fascists while you would tend to fall asleep on his bed while he was out

- If you know his identity as spiderman he just stares at you when he needs his spiderman outfit - He has caught you wearing his goggles and trench coat for a party you were going to yet you hadn't asked him and just wore it checking yourself out in the mirror "What are you doing with my goggles and coat?" You screamed in fear before grasping your chest panting "Holy shit! Peter"

- When he is stressed he likes to come over to your place or find wherever you are and hold you close to him

- Whenever he can, he gets you flowers to show his appreciation and tells you each meaning... the thing is though he stares at the one that is beautiful shaped cause well this man doesn't know his colours

-It will take so LONGGGGG but your first kiss with him is so romantic. He’ll make sure you won’t forget it and would hold your waist

- Definitely uses old fashioned nicknames for you like sweetheart or darling like IM SQUEALINVAGYHUEV

- Since his world is black and white, he loves colors and youshowing him each one and he would try and learn

- When you were showing him how the iphone worked he stared in bewilderment

- Spiderman noir would sometimes practice his jokes on you and would sometimes practice infront of the mirror in your bedroom or his bedroom depends on where both of you are sleeping - "I'm an investigative reporter. You know what that means? It means I collect facts, and I figure out the story. And when I determine who the bad guys in the story are, I punish them" Your boyfriend says dramatically as the wind hit his outfit infront of the mirror for practice to go on his protocols as always as you stare at him in your pajamas with the most confused look "Peter its 12am what the fuck!"

- When you guys are going home after a date or an outing he’ll let you ride his back as he likes to carry you while webbing home!

- Love language probably quality time and acts of service

- He likes to check up on you most of the time

- He doesn’t show up too much to come off as clingy and he doesn't want you to think he is a asshole sometimes too when he doesn't see you much

- Shows you off with pride and flexes for having a gorgeous partner and loves and cares for you so much

reblogs + comments are appreciated ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

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[badchoicesworld]

Hi i was wondering if you could do a male s/o that gets super insecure and uncomfortable when people look at his top surgery scars and he hates it when people miss gender him and Miles Morales Miles 42 Hobie Pavitr Prabhakar and Spider-Noir are there to defend or shut the people that miss gender him or glare at them to the point where the other person gets uncomfortable and stop looking at the male reader I'm sorry if it doesn't make sense i just type really fast and don't re-read it at some points

Anyways I absolutely love your writing work I really enjoy it and everything, have a lovely day or night ❤️���

hobie, 1610!miles, 42!miles, pavitr and noir defending their transmasc partners

ok this took me a while i admit but i hope you enjoy !

established, separate relationships

warnings: i’m sleepy

pairing: hobie brown x transmasc!reader, earth-1610 miles morales x transmasc!reader, earth-42 miles morales x trans!mascreader, pavitr prabhakar x transmasc!reader, spider-noir x transmasc!reader

requests: check out the blog-guide for info !

he’s rapidly approaching

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punk personified

you two were getting ready for a sick concert you’ve been looking forward to for a small while now, moral is high and all’s good

ofc it’s punk, and hobie will be damned if you don’t dress the part with him

he started diying you guys outfits for this specific concert a few weeks beforehand, and he’s super proud of them ! very happy to show you and he hopes you like them

you like them . because i said so

however, it did include a shirt that looks like it had been torn up in every way possible

depending on what ur comfortable with, it can either be a crop top that rides up just a little too much when you jump about and stretch OR it’s one of those tank tops where the sides of your torso simply aren’t covered, very low cut sides

so yeah, your top surgery scars are in the breeze

intentional ? who knows, this is hobie we’re talking about

maybe hobie’s tryna get you to step out of your comfort zone and feel more comfortable in ur skin in an environment where he knows you won’t be judged

perhaps he simply did not take this into consideration because he doesn’t even think twice about ur scars

regardless, they’re out, you both look sick, im forever furious that we were deprived of tank top hobie in low riders PLEASE (he exists in my dreams)

the concert isn’t the problem- don’t call urself punk if ur a bigot we all know this

it’s the walk there that really sucked

you and hobie got some intense stares from people as you walked hand in hand to this thing

naturally, hobie ate that shit up, kept his head high the whole time and doesn’t bat an eye at this people

you’re not as confident, unfortunately . catching people looking at your scars makes you feel all sorts of insecure, which is valid man

hobie also gets this, and god knows he looks for every excuse to antagonise those closed minded people so he’s very content to start a fight

cant care less when it comes to people judging him, he knows who he is and he’s proud asf, not gonna waste his breath on that

but when hobie sees his boyfriend curling in on himself because of strangers in the street that aren’t shit, that’s when he can be bothered to pay some mind to them

it’s subtle, for your sake . doesn’t wanna draw any more attention and risk getting caught up in this when you’ve both been looking forward to this concert for so long

so instead of outright starting a fight, he uses that scary privilege he knows he has and just stared them down in such a disrespectful way

the way that you’re both dressed too, i’m sure that it works

doesn’t relent either, will stare until the other people stop staring

ideally ? he wants to make them walk away and stop bothering you, but he’s alright with exchanging a scowl for the person to look away instead, preferably in shame

when they’re taken care of, that’s that . he wants you two to forget about that and have fun at this gig, sound good ? he wants to see you genuinely enjoying yourself in your own skin, surrounded by the people that make him feel more like himself too

besides, scars are nothing to be ashamed of or to hide

the walk home is a lot more peaceful

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i’m sorry u were ever hurt

you two are off to the water park (using the american word, sorry fellow brits :() together, enjoy ur youth

imagine how cool you two are rolling up in ur swimming trunks

i wholeheartedly believe that miles is an absolute sap and would wanna match- i die on the hill that he’s a born to “hi ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ” forced to “wsg”

anyway, go have fun at the baths

that’s what miles expects anyway, fun with no strings attached, as most would

but that’s not how the world works, unfortunately

some people live to be hateful and have sad, empty, boring, gloomy, pathetic, waste of space lives, and you have to go through the misfortune of enduring some really vicious stares . all because you’re a guy with a few scars on his chest

people talk, you might overhear some stuff about ur character that makes you really insecure and upset

takes miles a little minute to clock the way you’re trying to fold your arms to hide your scars, but he catches on pretty quickly that it’s because of the people around you

is immediately by your side and looking concerned as hell

initially assumed that you might be in some pain, maybe the chlorine is fucking w ur scar tissue

sympathetic and checking in on you in the gentlest way when he notices that sadness

“w-hey, what’s happenin? you good?” standing really close and tilting his head to make eye contact with you if you’re looking down or away, hands are grazing your elbows to hold you

miles cares, a lot

speak ur mind man, tell him what’s going on

looks over your shoulder and at the people making you feel uncomfortable with that determined look

ushers you away, doesn’t want you around those kind people . bad vibes, he doesn’t fuck w it

probably goes snitch to staff lmao

and that’s how much he cares, he’d get stitches for u (ﾉд`)

but miles isn’t about to let the day be ruined by transphobes- god forbid

so he’s gonna try hard to make you forget about that interaction, it’s like a switch when he suddenly becomes all energetic again and is basically dragging you back towards the water

wants to hear you start laughing real fast

if miles venom striked the pool would everyone fucking die ?

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cat

GYM BABY

PE class gotta suck with all those bitchy teens being closed minded for no good reason and thinking it’s funny to openly judge and mock the things they don’t understand

miles is very mature and knows that bullying just isn’t cool, downright stupid and bullies should honestly be embarrassed to show their face

but because the changing rooms are so small, he can’t even attempt to ignore the comments he’s hearing, all directed at his boyfriend who’s just trying to change for class

you’re minding your own business, why can’t they mind theirs ?

is another person that doesn’t wanna give you a worse time by antagonising those freaks and picking a fight, will instead just stare over his shoulder

works, miles 42 has a mean side eye, straight up vicious

he knows that won’t resolve the issue, people are so resilient w their hate and

gets insanely irritated if someone suggests you changing somewhere else . honestly would just prefer for there to be some tension in the locker room instead of isolating you away while you changed, couldn’t stand that idea because it’s flat out not fair . on top of a number of other things

can ignore the tension, doesn’t know about you

talks to you about not backing down, you have every right ro be in there and you shouldn’t feel in any way negatively about it

don’t give those closed minded people the satisfaction of making you feel bad about yourself and accommodating to them

makes an excellent point one day

“why are you watchin’ my boyfriend change..?” says it so slowly and it got real awkward after that

won’t tell a teacher unless you want to, then he’ll be moral support and be waiting for you outside the office

anyway, man’s got a killer deadeye to keep people in line and tries to not antagonise people too much

just get changed, that’s what you’re there to do people

stop being weird abt it

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please don’t die

i’m a huge fan of those people that see a trans flag and immediately try to pull a “you’ll never be a real woman >:C” to a trans man

like yeah, thanks man, really appreciate it

it’s happened to you once or twice in the street, you or pav have some kind of pin or smthn and you’re literally just approached by strangers who have nothing better to do with their day

the most meaningful thing abt it is talking to you two honestly, ur just that cool

i can see him reading people just to point out their insecurities because violence isn’t the answer

it’s a last resort, but imagine you two simply minding your own business and this blank slate of a person decides to make a comment on your masculinity

“it’s okay sweetie, they’re just trying to overcompensate for their lack of a personality ! (๑˃́ꇴ˂̀๑)” huh 👁️👁️

pays literally no mind to them, pretends nothing happens and keeps walking with you

it’s like an invisible force field, bounces right off of him and somehow hurts the other person more

walking embodiment of that “i am rubber you are glue, what bounces off of me stick to you” and he probably recites that, too

but yeah, so insanely unbothered that i would maybe check up on him from time to time ? how is he always so chipper ? is bro good ?

but it’s infectious, so you can’t let it get to you either, it’s hard to feel sad around pav

he will somehow coincidentally always find something to immediately take ur mind off if it

after a shitty interaction with someone talking about pronouns and how theirs are an inanimate object, he miraculously spots a food stand you guys haven’t tried yet

does that Σ(ﾟロﾟ) face of his while gasping and drags you over, no questions asked

interrupts the person with the longest gasp, one would assume he hadn’t had a breath of fresh air ever

“look look! we have to try it!” pointing like that fuckin Soyjaks meme and ur gone, bigot is left in the dust

i’ve heard food is great therapy, and he believes so too

so scran down on some good street food while pavitr looks like a beam of sunshine despite just ruining a persons self esteem for the rest of their lie

it’s deserved though, so you can both sleep well

yknow what else slaps ? some chai, go home and have some w his aunty who thinks you’ve a very handsome young man

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why the fuck is he so broad hang on

she/her a he/him and get shot, idk mans got a whole firearm for a reason

it’s takes him a little while to understand trans slander, but eventually it becomes like a fine art to him because i think he has a tendency to hyperfixate on things until he understands them in violent detail (autistic. he’s violently autistic coded. cant read a room, hyperfixated on his favourite colour, struggles to express himself through his tone.. yknow)

so if one day someone happens to catch sight of your scars and starts to talk shit in whatever 30’s slang from his dimension and modern slang from your own, he is so ready to give this speech on discrimination

theres a power point slide too but he doesn’t know how that works

gives up not even half way because he got frustrated and started cursing them out instead

“look, you seem like lovely people- no, no you don’t”

he has anger issues

there’s a lot of “and my boyfriend!” followed by a compliment, he managed to throw a few in there for good measure

says something about the colour purple at one point, i don’t know how that happened

please steer him away before someone gets shot over colour theory (surprised it hasn’t happened yet, ammarite fellow artists ? 😀 )

apologises for getting carried away, has to stop himself from talking about colours again he’s just such a peter and so unserious

“i’m sorry i- that must have been hard for you” clearly it was harder for u dear god

is likely the most insistent on doing anything and everything to make you feel better, is open to suggestions and is basically begging for them

while everyone else is low-key for ur own sake, this man’s about to buy you the world with his 4 dollars which is pretty impressive in his dimension

insists on doing your favourite things, is suggesting this and that, left right and centre

is convinced it’s the end of the world, this is reinforced since you seemed so upset and uncomfortable being misgendered by some people on the street

if you’re plenty happy to settle doing something, he’s thrilled and is giving it his 110% just for you

go watch a movie, careful not to point out the colours of noir will then realise that movies are no longer in black and white and starts asking you if everything is purple

“what a lovely purple :]” pan to like a whole pyramid

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anyway, can you tell that hobie is easiest for me to write for and that i was running out of ideas ?

let me know how you feel about it !

if this flops i’m gonna have to go on a long stroll

[iheartyoimiya]

7. I’M YOUR HERO

( sunflower, yang jungwon )

warnings: prowler doing prowler stuff, fight scene.

when does a spider-man really become spider-man? when he gets bit by a radioactive spider, jumps off of buildings, saves the city from the green goblin, when he gets the girl, fights alongside the avengers or loses someone dear to him.

all the spider-man’s in the multiverse had gone through something quite similar. but the thing they all shared, was that when gwen stacy falls for spider-man, it never ends well.

and with the reports of the green goblin making his appearance again in the city, even when jungwon had warned him to lay off, it meant nothing good.

“hey won,” you answered the call, sitting down on a bench near the kids playground at the park. “what’s up?”

jungwon was frantically sitting down at his desk back home in his suit, surveilling over the hacked cameras and police calls he checked every night, trying to track down norman osborn.

“hi, i’m just checking up on you, i saw the news about more reports on that green guy,” he listened closely to the other line.

“oh, yeah, i’m fine, i’m at the park right now babysitting a little kid,” your eyes were fixed on the middle schooler, not wanting to lose him from your sight.

“babysitting? that’s new,” jungwon laughed, turning around in his chair, leaving the cameras and calls out of his mind.

“well, he’s the son from one of my parent’s friends, officer davis, he’s a cop, he’s out working in finding that green guy you mentioned, and with almost everyone panicking about it, he couldn’t make it home early, so i’m watching him. apparently, his uncle, who always watched him, is busy too, so that left me.”

“really? do you need any help? i’m really good with kids,” jungwon said, wanting to make an excuse to see you, but you didn’t accept.

“i’m fine won, besides, you told me you were busy working studying for your chemistry test,” you reminded him.

“oh, right,” jungwon paused, remembering his lie.

“so, i’m gonna leave you now. please study for your test okay? i’m fine, there hasn’t been any reports around here.”

“wait- but i wanna talk to you some more.” jungwon pouted.

“i could call you later though, it’s late and i have to go to the station to leave miles, his time with me is up.” you laughed, and called over the kid, who swung upside down on the monkey bar.

“okay, please stay safe, just call me if anything happens,” he whispered.

“i will, trust me, okay? see ya’ won” and the line cut off.

jungwon groaned, throwing his phone over to his bed, cursing at himself for distracting the vigilante stuff he had going on. but it was okay, he wouldn’t let what happened to uncle ben happen again, he couldn’t.

his eyes scanned the police cars on his screen, as a call fell into one of the radios, making him jump to put on his earphones, to listen in.

“requesting backup! at hangang street near the station! someone is attacking civilians, it’s not the green goblin, he’s someone else, told us his name is the prowler,”

“this is officer davis, we are sending backup to your location, prepare to open fire if necessary,”

jungwon’s heart almost stopped, he swore he was as livid as ever. the green goblin wasn’t out, someone else was, and he had to go quick before it turned into a catastrophe.

he grabbed his mask, pulling it over his head, and opened his window, jumping out of it into the night, though, something troubled him.

what did you say the kids’ father’s name was?

!

“miles morales! stop running, this goddamn instant! you’re gonna fall!” you shouted as you chased after the boy, watching him dart left into another street, nearly tripping over his untied basketball shoes.

he skidded to a halt and glanced back at you, his face flushed with embarrassment. "everyone always tells me what to do. i just want to do my own thing, besides, the shoe thing, it’s a statement,” he muttered, clearly frustrated with himself for almost eating pavement.

you laughed, crouching down to tie his shoelaces. “you’re too young to do your own thing, but i do promise you can pick the place we go to the next time i have to watch you, alright?”

“yeah…” he murmured, and looked down to kick some rocks.

the city streets were filled with chaos, distant sounds of screams cutting through the air as sirens wailed in the background. you straightened up after tying miles's shoes, your heart still racing, though not from his near fall. something felt off. a chill swept over you as you both paused, looking around. it was too quiet for a moment, the kind of silence that made you feel like the world was holding its breath.

"we need to get to the station," you said, glancing at miles. "now."

miles gave a quick nod, and the two of you started walking briskly, but something was wrong. in the distance, the sound of a struggle reached your ears - metal clashing against metal.

just as you rounded the corner, you saw someone. the terrifying figure, cloaked in shadows, was slashing through the street, attacking civilians. his heavy boots stomped on the ground, sending debris flying. you instinctively grabbed miles's arm, pulling him back into the shadows of the alleyway. "stay down," you whispered, but it was too late.

officer davis, miles’s father, along with a few reinforcements, rushed onto the scene, weapons drawn. but they were no match for the prowler’s brutal speed and strength. he moved like a ghost, disarming the officers with a flick of his wrist, sending one of them crashing into a nearby car.

“dad…”

you looked at miles, fear flickering across his face, and you could see the urge to rush in, to do something. but you couldn’t let him.

"miles, stay back," you said, gripping his arm harder. "he's dangerous." but miles didn’t listen. he was already darting forward, moving to help his father in panic, but you pulled him back. "no! you can’t-"

just then, the prowler noticed you, his eyes locking on you like a predator zeroing in on prey. without hesitation as he couldn’t hurt miles, he lunged toward you, his claws outstretched.

"y/n!" miles shouted, but it was too late. in a desperate attempt to protect him, you shoved miles out of the way, taking the blow instead. the prowler's claws ripped across your side, and you cried out, stumbling back, pain exploding through your body.

"no!" miles screamed, his voice thick with panic as he tried to rush toward you. his hands were shaking, his chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. but before he could even reach you, there was a blur - spider-man - dropping from above, landing in a crouch between you and the prowler.

the air seemed to crackle with tension as jungwon’s voice cut through the chaos. “get away from her!” his tone was fierce, guttural, full of raw emotion. in one swift, powerful move, he collided with the prowler, sending the masked villain stumbling backward. the force of their collision echoed through the street, and for a moment, you felt a flicker of hope.

you stood there, dazed, blood seeping from the gash in your side. the pain was sharp, but you barely registered it as you watched the fight unfold before you. your breath came in shallow, ragged gasps, and the world seemed too quick around you. spider-man moved like lightning, a blur of motion as he and the prowler clashed, fists and claws meeting in a brutal exchange. the sound of their strikes was deafening, each blow like a crack of thunder.

the prowler was fast, but spider-man was faster, his movements precise, deliberate. he dodged the prowler’s strikes, retaliating with forceful, controlled blows. every punch he landed pushed the prowler back, but the villain was relentless. his rage was palpable, his eyes wild behind the mask, as if he fed off the fight. the two were like predators, locked in an unyielding struggle, but you could see the weariness in both of them as the fight dragged on. the prowler’s attacks grew more frenzied, while spider-man’s strikes began to slow, exhaustion creeping into his movements.

“this isn’t over,” the prowler hissed, his voice low and venomous, as he took a step back, glaring at him through the darkness. “no. this isn’t the end, there’s something bigger coming, and neither will the so-called heroes or you will be able to do anything about it.”

spider-man’s breathing was heavy, his body moving with a pained fluidity as he stood his ground. “you’re not going anywhere,” he growled, his voice tight with fury and frustration. his posture was steady, but even through his mask, you could see the exhaustion in his shoulders, in the way he clenched his fists. his eyes - there was something in them, a fierce protectiveness that made your heart twist, there was something so familiar about it.

the prowler’s eyes flicked to you for a moment, lingering on the blood that stained your shirt, the pain etched on your face. a cruel smile spread across his face as he chuckled low, the sound sending a chill down your spine. “you’re all weak,” he sneered, before vanishing into the shadows, his laugh echoing into the night.

silence fell for a moment, the chaos fading into the background, the adrenaline pumping through your veins slowly starting to wear off. your legs felt unsteady, and you almost collapsed right there, but spider-man was already moving toward you.

"you okay?" he asked, his voice soft but filled with an intensity you could hear even with the mask.

his hand hovered over your side, uncertain, but desperate to help. you could see the way his fingers trembled slightly as he reached out, like he was afraid to touch you too roughly, afraid of causing you more pain. his jaw was clenched, his expression taut, like he was blaming himself for not getting here sooner.

you winced, trying to stand tall, but the pain was sharp, burning through your side. “i’m fine,” you managed to say, though your voice was shaky, breath coming in uneven bursts. “i just... where’s officer davis? i need to get miles home.” you looked at the boy who was crying from guilt.

miles was still there, frozen in place, eyes glossy and horrified as he looked at you, at the blood, at the danger you’d just been in. his hands trembled as he stepped closer, his voice barely a whisper. “y/n, you’re hurt...”

“i’m alright, miles,” you said, though the words came out weaker than you intended. you swallowed, your throat dry. “we need to get you to your father... he’s probably really worried-”

before you could say anything else, he stepped closer. his eyes searched your face, his concern deep and genuine. his hand settled gently on your shoulder, his touch warm and grounding. the tenderness in his expression nearly broke you. "let me help," he murmured, his voice soft but filled with emotion. there was something in the way spider-man said it - something fragile in his tone, like he was terrified of losing you.

you looked up at him, his covered eyes burning, and for a moment, you let yourself fall into the comfort of his presence. you didn’t know why, but something in his voice - the rawness of it, his voice barely above a whisper, filled with the kind of worry that made your chest tighten. you glanced up at him, and even though you didn’t know why this masked hero seemed so familiar, the emotion in his eyes made something deep inside you be tranquil.

and the decision had been made. he had to get miles to his father, and then he’d figure out the rest with you.

“alright buddy, let’s get you to your dad,” spider-man said, his voice muffled beneath the mask. he was speaking to miles, but his eyes kept darting to you, like he couldn’t tear himself away. “go on,” he urged, his tone gentle but firm.

miles hesitated for a moment, still shaken. he wanted to say something - thank you, or maybe ask if you were going to be okay - but he was too scared to speak the words. his wide eyes kept flicking to you, to your injury, but the fear in his expression made it clear he was scared to show it.

spider-man placed a hand on miles's shoulder, pushing him forward toward the patrol car where officer davis had been trying to plan the next step. you watched as the boy started to run, his movements hesitant, but determined. he turned around just once, giving you a glance over his shoulder.

"y/n... you gonna be okay?" his voice cracked slightly, barely above a whisper.

“i’m fine, miles,” you whispered, your voice strained but calm. “go. your dad’s waiting.”

miles gave you one last, uncertain look before disappearing into the shadows. you could hear the faint chatting of the two in the distance, the low hum of your heartbeat. and then, you were left alone with spider-man.

there was an aching silence between you, but you could feel his eyes on you, the weight of his worry heavy in the air. he didn’t move immediately, like he was wrestling with something inside himself. the flicker of regret that danced in his posture.

“i’m sorry i didn’t get here sooner, i suck as a hero” he said, his voice tight, barely a whisper beneath his mask. “i should’ve-”

“hey, stop,” you interrupted softly, as he helped you walk so you could lean against a wall to rest. his body stiffened under your touch, his spider eyes locking with yours. the was something broken in the way the expression looked at you, like he was trying to carry the weight of your injury on his own shoulders. “you’re here now,” you said. “and this is the second time you’ve saved my life, i couldn’t be more thankful.”

he swallowed, nodding, but there was a lingering storm in his gaze, a quiet fury at himself for letting this happen. It wasn’t about you being hurt - it was about his own fear of losing you, of failing you when you needed him most. what would be of spider-man if he couldn’t even save the girl he was head over heels for, the girl he could give his own life for.

jungwon didn’t feel worthy of the suit.

“i- i need to get you to a hospital, now,” he said, his voice barely audible. he took a step toward you again, but his hand stayed hovering just inches from yours, like he wasn’t sure if he could touch you without causing more harm. the conflict was there, raw in his expression.

“no, it doesn’t hurt,” you said, the lie tasting bitter on your tongue. the pain in your side was growing sharper now, a relentless pulse with every breath, but you didn’t want him to see how bad it was. you didn’t want him to see how much pain you were in - how scared you felt. not when the friendly neighborhood spider-man was already blaming himself, just because you couldn’t get out of trouble. “i just... i need you to help me get home. please.”

his spider eyes softened at your words, and for a moment, you saw the relief flicker in his gaze. he leaned forward slightly, reaching out to gently place his hand on your waist, carefully avoiding the wound. his touch was tender but firm, like he was afraid you might fall apart if he wasn’t steady enough.

“i’m not leaving you like this,” he said quietly, his voice edged with determination. “not tonight, not ever, what kind of hero would i be?”

you met his gaze, feeling the weight of what had just happened pressing on both of you. you weren’t sure how much longer you could stand on your own, the pain in your side threatening to buckle your knees. but he was there, steady and strong, his arm wrapping around you to support your weight. you let yourself lean into him, your head resting on his shoulder for just a moment. “you’re my hero, and i’m sure half of the city could say the same.”

and that was all that you remembered, before the pain took over your body, and your eyes closed.

!

the soft hum of the hospital room was the first thing you became aware of when you woke up. your body ached, and the familiar throb from your side reminded you of the fight, the villain, and how spider-man had been there for second time, holding you together.

as you slowly opened your eyes, the blurry shapes of the sterile hospital room became clearer. the scent of antiseptic mixed with something fresher, more comforting, and you turned your head to see what it was.

a sunflower sat in a small vase on the bedside table, its bright yellow petals vibrant against the white of the hospital room. next to it were a pack of girl scout chocolate chip cookies, their familiar bright green box leaning against the vase. you smiled softly, even in your pain, knowing exactly who had brought those.

and then you spotted the small piece of paper, folded neatly beside the cookies. your heart tightened as you carefully picked it up and read.

hey, y/n,

i’m really sorry for what happened last night. i know it must’ve been scary, but i’m glad you’re okay. you’re strong, that’s why i look up to you and my uncle aaron.

thanks for watching out for me. i’ll see you soon. — miles

your fingers lingered on the paper for a moment, and you couldn't help but smile. miles had always been so thoughtful, even if he often felt like a burden with his reckless energy. you could almost hear his voice in your head as you read the note, his words full of sincerity.

before you could dwell on it too long, the door to your room creaked open, and you looked up to see your doctor walking in, a clipboard in hand. behind him, jungwon stepped in, his presence filling the doorway.

“good morning,” the doctor said, smiling kindly. “how are we feeling today?”

you shifted a little, testing your side. the pain was more manageable now, though still there, lingering beneath the surface. "i’m... better. a lot better," you murmured, smiling at the doctor, then glancing toward jungwon, who was watching you intently, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket.

jungwon’s eyes met yours, his expression softening when he saw that you were awake and speaking. he stepped closer, his concern still very much present. “hey,” he said quietly, his voice low. “how are you feeling? your parents called me this morning, i’m sorry i wasn’t there for you.”

you gave him a small smile, even though you could still feel the weight of the night before. “i’m okay,” you replied, trying to sound lighter than you felt. “don’t worry, there’s nothing we could’ve done about it.”

the doctor, sensing the moment, excused himself with a quiet, “i’ll check in on you again in a bit,” and slipped out of the room, leaving you and jungwon alone.

as soon as the door clicked shut, jungwon moved to sit in the chair beside your bed. his hand hesitated over the armrest before settling there, and he looked at you with something almost painfully vulnerable in his eyes. “i just-,” he said, his voice rough, as if he had replayed the moment over in his head a thousand times.

you shook your head slightly, meeting his gaze. “it’s okay, you didn’t know, the guy just came out of nowhere, but police was there, and spider-man was too,” you replied softly. “so i’m alright, it’s all that matters.”

but he didn’t seem convinced. he leaned forward slightly, his voice even quieter now. “you should’ve called me, i could’ve... i should’ve gotten there before the prowler hurt you-” he tried not to give into the idea of revealing himself.

you reached out, your hand resting over his, holding it lightly. “i can’t imagine what i would’ve done if you got hurt instead of me,” you said, your thumb brushing over the back of his hand. “but you’re here now.”

jungwon’s expression softened, and his gaze flickered to the sunflower and the note. he stayed quiet for a moment, his eyes thoughtful. “i thought you might like those for breakfast,” jungwon said quietly.

“good thing i’m really, really, really hungry,” you spoke, taking a cookie from the pack and biting into it. you could feel his eyes on you, but you didn’t say anything else for a moment, just savoring the familiar taste. “you want one?,” you offered.

“don’t worry about me, those are all yours,” he chuckled. “i knew you’d be hungry.”

you smiled, warmth spreading in your chest. “thank you, jungwon,” you whispered. “you’re my hero.”

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[rando-babbling]

Babbles is back

You and Noir getting hot and heavy and Peter B is all webbed up and has to watch and listen to every little sound Noir causes you to make and if he dosen't complain he'll get some play time to after.

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[fandomnerd9602]

Please Spider gang are arguing who’s gonna hold Spider M!reader and Barbie twin sons Bobby & buddy first while dr octopus is currently holding his grandsons figures

Spideypool: no I get to hold them first! I’m a fanfic favorite!

Noir: my black outfit is soothing to them!

Gwen: as if! They need a motherly touch

Doc Ock walks in holding the twins…

Doc Ock: can you keep it down? I’m try to let them nap

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number six from the prompt list with noir :]

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you make him go crazy in love – spider noir x reader

you loved annoying peter, or at least get him grumbling for you to quit bothering him as he's working or trying to get some things done. it always brought a smile to your face knowing you could thoroughly piss him off with how cheeky you are, and today, you wanted to try something a little different.

you knew how easily peter got flustered when he'd accidentally touch your hand, it happens more often than he likes it and believe me, he does to. he always gets flustered and apologizes profusely as he backs away, but when your hand's on top of his... he doesn't find the strength to back away, not in a physical sense, but in a sense that he doesn't want to move away from your hand.

you teased him all day today by 'accidentally' brushing your fingers over his own when you're handing him something, walking side by side with him, and just flat out reaching for his hand when he least expects it. you giggle and smile as you apologize to him, which serves as a double whammy for him, because your beauty allures him way too well for him to want to back away from you. you always make him want to stay no matter how annoying and childish you can be.

"why are you doing this?" peter asks you as you pull your hand away from him with hints of pink dashing his cheeks. you chuckle and raise an eyebrow at him. "whaddya mean, pete?" he groans as he narrows his eyes at you, it's less menacing as his blush deepens. "you know exactly what i mean. why are you teasing me?" he asks you as you pretend to think about the reason, strutting over towards him and holding his arm in your hand. "maybe i just... wanna drive you a little crazy, a little insane, peter." you cooed to the man as you ran your finger down his arm.

he looked you in the eye and spoke in a stern voice. "if you really wanted to drive me insane..." he began as he caught your hand hovering over his own again. "you'd hold my hand for more than 5 seconds, then you'll see me insane with love." he muttered as you did so, and as you cheerfully counted down to five, peter kissed your lips gently before you got to zero.

"told you," he whispered as he pulled away from you, his cheeks and whole head flushed with red and pink as he gazed into your eyes. "you really wanna drive me crazy in love, don't you?" he asked you as he watched you get flustered yourself from his kiss, eyes wide open as your lips quivered after he pressed his own against yours. now it was his turn to drive you crazy with his love for you.

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[tinkerbelle05]

Colors of the rainbow

Character: Spiderman Noir x Masc!Black!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: (Requested) Thanks 🖤 Spiderman noir x male reader romance? :D You show Peter the colors of the pride flag and he comes in love with all of the colors

Warnings: uses the word queer and mentions queer ppl, if you don't like then scroll away.

“What is that?” Peter asked, the confusion was evident in his voice and widen eyes. He was pointing to your pride flag that was hanging on the wall.

You were confused at first but then remembered, his universe was black and white, with shades of gray. He knew the names of colors but just not what they were. One time he mistook green for red and red for purple.

You unhooked the flag from your wall and held up to him, “This is the pride flag, also known as the rainbow flag, and the colors that represents those who are queer.”

He stares the flag intently and took it from your grasp. “Wow, look at all the colors. It looks like a rubric cube.”

You stifle a laugh at his comment but nod your head, “Yea I guess you are right.”

“The flag. Does it represent anything?”

“Yea it does. Red represents life, Orange is healing, Yellow is sunlight, Green is nature, Indigo is serenity, and violet is the spirit of queer people,” you explain to him and points to each color as you go down.

He listens to you intently and commits every word to memory. “The flag is beautiful and the meanings are even more so. Do you have any other flags with these amazing colors?”

His curiosity was cute and you couldn't wait to show him the different flags. You spent most of the day researching and looking up all the other pride flags for Peter to gawk at.

The harder Peter smiles, the deeper his two dimples get, and he starts talking fast. You don't think he even notices it and you can barely make out what he's saying.

"Wow, now this is a flag that you would normally see in my universe," Peter says and shows you the phone. It's a black and white striped flag.

After a while, it was safe to say that Peter had become in a way obsessed with the flags. He’s unlabeled for all intents and purposes but he has a whole closet of queer merch.

“Uh Pete, what’s all this?” you asked while you were cleaning your apartment. You found everything, was this all of the packages that kept coming to your apartment?!

There were multiple flags of varying sizes. There were pride stickers and slogans. Even clothes; shirts, sweaters, pants, socks, etc.

He comes up behind you, “Oh my pride collection,” he answers easily and walks away.

He’s pri-what?

You follow him into the kitchen and watch as he grabs an apple, “But why so many?”

“Why not? It’s pretty and colorful. And the designs are amazing!” he explains to you and takes a bite of the apple. “And supporting small businesses is always a good thing too.”

With his reasonings, you couldn't argue with it. You walk over to the couch and collapse into the soft cushions, "Okay Pete, just make sure it doesn't get too cramped, okay?"

He gives you a distracted yea and you watch him marvel at the pride decorations.

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[brown-spider]

AU where Noir gets hired to investigate a sudden string of missing property/legal issues that's damaging local businesses in Brooklyn (think Museum mission from Insomniac's Spider-Man 2), and Hobie (Prowler) is his main informant

(^ these versions of the mfs, for visual reference)

Spiderman has a violent encounter with the Prowler and sees Hobie unmasked- then later, Robbie (reporter for the Bugle) manages to drag Peter into taking on a case for his neighborhood, where he's introduced to the man closest to the action: Hobie 🙂

Sidenote, I think it would be Very funny if Peter’s civilian identity is a private eye but everyone knows about The Spider always helping him. Like, "yeah Im a private eye and so is that vigilante guy and yes he for some reason only gives ME his leads but we are totally not the same person"

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SPIDERVERSE UNIVERSE.

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[miguelswifey04]

Hii can I request brat taming with spider noir?

SO SORRY I GOT TO THIS SOOO LATE!! I WAS DOING ALL MIGUEL REQUESTS FIRST NOW NOIR’S <33

spider noir x brat! reader

cw: brat-taming with noir, smut; no plot, nsfw 18+

as peter and you caught up on your breathing and bask in the aftermath of your passionate encounter, he can't help but notice a mischievous glimmer in your eyes, a hint of playfulness that ignites a spark within him.

“well, well, it seems like a certain someone needs a little taming," peter says, his voice laced with a mix of authority and amusement. he gently but firmly pushed you onto your back, his hands placing themselves on either side of your head, effectively trapping you beneath him. with a smirk, he leans in close, his lips hovering just inches above yours. "you’ve been quite the naughty one, haven't you?" he whispers, his breath caressing your skin. "and i believe it's about time someone taught you a lesson."

peter trails a finger lightly down your cheek, his touch tender yet commanding. "you’ll do as i say, won't you?" he asked, his tone firm. "no defiance, no resistance. just complete submission." with a flick of my wrist, he produced a length of soft silk from his pocket, slowly and deliberately tying your wrists together, ensuring you're completely at his mercy. peter can see the anticipation in your eyes, the desire to be dominated and brought to your limits.

“keep those wrists exactly where they are," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for negotiation. "i want to see just how well you can follow orders." he proceeded to explore your body with my fingertips, caressing and teasing every inch of your exposed skin. he’s a master of restraint and control, alternating between sensual touches and gentle nips, ensuring that every sensation pushes you closer to the edge.

he can feel your body responding to his touch, your breath hitching and your moans growing more urgent. but he won't let you reach your release just yet. he revels in the power he has over you, the way you surrender your pleasure to him willingly, letting him guide you to the heights of ecstasy.

finally, when he knows you can't take it any longer, when your begging becomes too much to bear, he releases you from your restraints. it’s a moment of liberation, of unbridled passion. and as he watches you unravel in his arms, lost in a whirlwind of pleasure, he can't help but feel a deep sense of satisfaction, knowing that he’s tamed the brat and led you to your ultimate release.

a/n: god i’m blushing 😊

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