#& across the spider-verse ( yes i JUST get to watch it )

[pokimoko]

I can't keep being fundamentally changed as a person by animated movies, it's just not sustainable.

[lunaetis]

[ probably no writing today bc i'm catching up on the things on my watchlist. i'm going to be out during 31st & 1st and i'd already have to be back to work on the 2nd so i want to get as many things on my watchlist done as possible ! hope you guys are having a good day / night on your end ! ]

[nowisthewinter]

And to think the animated movie version of Nimona was almost this close to being shelved if Netflix had not picked it up.

Yes, it’s good. It’s very good. I’ll let other people talk about the plot points, the characters and the pretty nifty soundtrack. (Santogold? Yes, please.) 

I am here to talk about the animation.

Watching this movie made me realize what I don’t like about Pixar movies lately. Yes, Pixar’s the king of realism. And, yes, Nimona is way more design simple compared to Pixar. But the one thing Nimona has over Pixar is how the characters move. 

Pixar characters don’t really move. Yes, they walk. Yes, they gesture. Yes, they will do things.

But they don’t “act.”

For example, there are many parts of Nimona where you could turn off the sound and still follow the story like it was a silent movie of old. The characters’ body language and facial language tell a story on their own. They fill up a whole screen with their mannerisms. This is Buster Keaton. This is Charlie Chaplin. This is Harold Llyod. 

You don’t really get that with Pixar. And while that was fine years ago because everyone was striving for realism and Pixar was showing everyone how to animate hair, now, it’s.....boring. 

Realism isn’t the end goal anymore. It’s a one trick pony that really should be out to pasture. Now people want to see what else you can do with animation. Spider-man: Across the Spider-verse showed that there are a wide range of styles you can pull from. Even taking ideas from Impressionism, Modern pop art (Check out Jean-Michel Bisquiat) and commercial art (See Bollywood film posters for example). Nimona is now showing how much acting range you can get from their animation. I’ve already watched it twice. Once for the story. The other just to watch the characters “act.” I’ll probably watch it a few more times because that animation, THAT ANIMATION!

I want more of that. Take notes, Pixar. 

[nekokoaa]

The Agreement - Miguel O'Hara x Therapist!Reader (I)

Summary: It was simple. No kissing. No sex. Hugs and hand-holding only. The goal was to help Miguel feel a little less lonely sometimes. That was your job as one of the therapists at HQ, to mentally stabilize everyone’s mind, including the boss’s.

In other words, you and Miguel make a deal.

Rated Explicit, fluff, smut

1.3K words | (1/5) chapters

Author's notes: Yes I came back just to jump on the Miguel train! :) I love Across the Spider-verse and I love Miguel. I just wanna comfort him and I’m sure you do too! Enjoy!

Also on AO3

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I.

It started as an agreement and then came the first session. Honestly, you’ve seen your fair share of trauma being a therapist for Spider-people, hell, you’ve even gone through it yourself. Losing Aunt May, Peter L. Parker, and then Harry… you were never the same again. Yet you learned how to cope, how to survive. You made trauma your bitch and it was all due to understanding your psyche. And… also because of your Ph.D. in psychology. So it wasn’t a surprise that your schedule was always packed with various spider-people from different dimensions. Everyone wanted to know your secret. Everyone wanted to know how you were able to move on. It was the same story—different variations, sometimes in a different order. It was plaguing their minds, some coped by burying their heads in their work, others just lived with the guilt. But a few, like Miguel, were always reliving it.

Miguel O’Hara. Spider-Man 2099. You didn’t know much about him other than the fact that he was undergoing the same canon-event trauma as the other Spider-people. You didn’t know which ones since he never shared it in his first mandatory session. The only thing he was willing to share was his desire for a family and the mistake he made that cost an entire dimension to collapse.

Later, his sessions felt more like a briefing of your work, gauging the mental state of all spider-people to know if they're capable of working. You would always tell him the session was supposed to be about him but he would brush it off, saying he had too much work to do before leaving your office. And as always, you would watch his retreating back. His shoulders looked so broad, they could hold mountains—perhaps holding the weight of the multiverse could do that to you. A wise man once told you, “with great power comes great responsibility—strength, resilience.” But you knew what great power could also do to a man.

If the loneliness spewing from his demeanor wasn’t obvious enough.

Today it was your turn to enter Miguel’s office. Upside down, you tread along the ceiling, your hair obeying gravity and hanging limply in the air.

His office was mostly dark with an orange glow from the holograms in front of his monitors. You didn’t miss when he quickly swiped one of them away, his back stilling.

You were sure Miguel already knew you were here.

You lowered yourself with your web, turning your body upright until your feet reached the floor of the floating platform. He turned his head, not enough to look at you but enough to acknowledge your presence. His shoulders look wider— trembling even. 

Sadness? You stepped forward and he turned back to face the monitors, fingers tapping away against the orange holograms. No, it was anger.

Minutes went by of silence until Miguel’s hands dramatically dropped to his sides, sighing. “What are you doing here?”

You smiled lightly, stepping forward. “Our first session, remember?”

“Don’t tell me you were serious about that,” he spitted out, hands returning to the holograms. He was investigating an anomaly that appeared on Earth-55, it was probably that villain belonging to Earth-1001. Lately, he’s been jumping from dimension to dimension, and not because he had the ability to do so. Miguel’s been tracking him down for days and trying to figure out what could be causing the rifts in the dimensions. 

Meaning: he hasn’t been getting any sleep.

Miguel was a spider-man shouldering the very existence of all spider-people universes. With the connections of fate being as fragile as a spider’s web, a day of rest could be detrimental.

To feel as though you’re the only Spider-Man in the room while being surrounded by spider-people who understood you the most was a feeling Miguel was too familiar with. He never mentioned it in his sessions but you could see it in how he carried himself in front of his agents, how he stared at Peter B and Mayday, and how he looked when you first caught him rewatching himself with “his” daughter. Certainly, he was reliving his trauma.

“Of course,” you stepped forward until you stood directly behind him. His body stilled when your arms slowly encircled his waist. You could feel his muscles tensing. His fingers froze in the air. The orange glow from the holograms deepened like it was spreading to your bodies. “Weren’t you?”

You whispered and Miguel didn’t say a thing. Of course, he was warm like you imagined when you were preparing yourself for this. The scowl on his face often gave an impression that he was as cold as he looked. But he was very much alive like the rest of you—alive with emotions.

When you suggested he seek affection from someone to mend his trauma (that he never admitted having), he looked at you dumbfounded.

“Sometimes all we need is a hug, maybe a hand to hold to get rid of those troublesome feelings.”

And when you suggested that “someone” could be you, Miguel thought you were losing your sanity. It was no easy feat to convince him of the agreement. It took a few weeks until you got a very very annoyed “Okay” from him, probably to stop you from always bringing it up whenever you saw him.

It was simple. No kissing. No sex. Hugs and hand-holding only. The goal was to help Miguel feel a little less lonely sometimes. That was your job as one of the therapists at HQ, to mentally stabilize everyone’s mind, including the boss’s.

You rested your head against the middle of his back, arms tightening around him. You expected him to say something but he stayed silent, reddish-brown eyes staring into the monitors. It wasn’t just Miguel who was warm, but the space around you too—like the energy had shifted the moment you touched him. 

Your skin under your suit started to prickle as if it was being pinched. The orange tinge of the holograms slowly blended into a deep red, the temperature rising as sweat appeared at your temple. Miguel could probably feel your heart rattling against his back. But like a rock, his muscles tensed up and his hands closed into fists.

Everything in your mind was telling you to let him go but you held on despite sensing the anger rising within him. Since losing his “daughter”, Miguel had closed himself to affection. Usually responding in annoyance or anger if he were to receive it. He had accepted his destiny long ago of being a loner. And any ounce of affection reminded him of his loss—and what he could lose.

Miguel’s hand moved on top of yours. Hissing in pain, you pulled your arms away from his body and immediately looked at your hand. His claws had pricked you. Thankfully, there was no blood.

“Session’s over, doc. That’s enough.” His voice was laced with venom. This time he partly turned to look at you and your heart sank seeing his deep red eyes. The outline of his figure was stained by the burgundy hue of the holograms. Perhaps the trauma of Miguel O’Hara was deeper than you thought. Your spidey senses were telling you to get out of there. This time you listened.

“Okay,” you shot your web towards the ceiling, quickly propelling yourself up and out of his office. Miguel sighed, burying his head in his hands before returning to his work.

Next Chapter

[doctorkinney]

i’ll kiss your scars

buck x eddie | 900 words | teen rating

trans buck my beloved for @steadfastsaturnsrings <3

“But y-you like men.” “Yes I do. Particularly the amazing and gorgeous man in front of me.” Buck stumbles across his words, all flustered. “But Eddie, I’m not— like I don’t have a you know.” He glances down there. “That doesn’t make you any less of a man, Buck."

read on ao3 or under the cut

Buck, Eddie and Christopher are enjoying their dinner together in comfortable silence.

Christopher finishes his plate of spaghetti and meatballs first and now that he’s not eating, the silence feels weird so he speaks up.

“I’m not the only Christopher in my class anymore.”

Eddie hums. “Oh new student?”

“Nope. His name used to be Chloe but now it’s Christopher.”

Eddie and Buck look to each other in understanding.

“So he’s…”

“Trans. Yeah, it’s not a big deal, Dad. Now people just call me Chris and him Christopher.”

“How did people react?” Buck asks curiously.

“Everyone was cool about it. Some people had questions though so Christopher answered them. Then Mr. Nolan told everyone that he will not tolerate any transphobia or homophobia but he’s happy to tell us more about it. And if we ever have to talk to him about it, we can.”

Buck blinks back tears thinking how happy he is that in school, kids can come out and people will be supportive or at least respectful enough that they won’t say anything negative. He thinks about how bad it would be if he came out in middle school. He’s so glad Christopher has a teacher like Mr. Nolan.

He should probably tell Eddie that he’s trans. It’s been over a year since they’ve been friends. He knows Eddie will be accepting and everything but it’s still hard. He doesn’t want anything to change between them.

“Buck?” Eddie and nudges his foot with his own under the table.

“You okay?” he asks.

Buck quickly nods. “Yeah no I’m good.”

Eddie thankfully doesn’t push and instead asks what movie they should watch tonight.

—

They watch Spiderman: Into the Spider-Verse and Buck suggests they watch the second one next movie night which Christopher enthusiastically agrees to.

Christopher gets ready for bed reluctantly and Buck reads him a chapter of Percy Jackson. Eddie watches them with a sickening fond smile.

Once the chapter’s done, he and Eddie both hug Christopher and tell him “good night” and Buck yearns for him to have this every night.

They walk into the living room and Buck plops onto the couch with a sigh.

Eddie sits down next to Buck and faces him.

“Hey, you know that you can tell me anything, right?” he says earnestly with his stupidly pretty eyes and it feels like Eddie's staring into his soul.

Buck breaks eye contact and nods. “Yeah of course, uh thanks.”

Eddie doesn’t reply as if he’s hoping Buck will say more.

“Just give me a moment.” he adds and to that Eddie hums and rests his hand on Buck’s thigh. Oh fuck. This isn’t helping his nerves.

Buck takes a deep breath. “I’m trans.”

A second passes.

“Thanks for telling me.” Eddie smiles, trying to act like he didn’t know this but Buck sees past it.

“You already knew. How?”

“I saw your testosterone gel thing in the bathroom once. I guess you forgot to put it away like you usually do,” Eddie answers softly.

“You’re not mad I didn’t tell you?”

“Of course not, Buck. You don’t owe me anything regarding that.”

“We’ve been best friends for months.”

“Yeah well did I come out to you as cis? No. Besides gender is fucking stupid. Am I even a man?”

Buck sighs. He supposes Eddie has a valid point.

“Uh, while we’re talking about more serious topics, I have something to tell you,” Eddie admits.

Buck doesn’t have enough time to panic before Eddie calmly says “I’m in love with you.”

Is this a fucking dream? Buck doesn’t know what to say. “I- What do you mean?”

Eddie continues, “Yeah that was one of the factors in the whole me discovering my sexuality process. Hen called me out so many times about my gay panic for you.”

“But y-you like men.”

“Yes I do. Particularly the amazing and gorgeous man in front of me.”

Buck stumbles across his words, all flustered. “But Eddie, I’m not— like I don’t have a you know.” He glances down there.

“That doesn’t make you any less of a man, Buck. I know how I feel about you. I love you beyond your body but I mean, I do really love your body too and I hope I can make you feel safe and comfortable with it.”

Yeah this is a fucking dream come true.

Eddie lifts up the bottom of his shirt. “Can I…”

Buck has no idea what he’s about to do but he’ll let Eddie do anything to him. That probably should be concerning but he doesn’t care.

“Yeah,” he says with a shaky breath.

Eddie gently takes Buck’s shirt (which actually belonged to Eddie originally) and looks at him with such adoration, it makes Buck want to cry.

He lowers his head and brings his lips to Buck’s top surgery scars. He softly kisses along the two lines, whispering “I love you” after each kiss.

Now Buck is crying. He is just so overwhelmed with love—both his love for Eddie and feeling so loved by Eddie. He manages to say, “I love you” back before the tears make unable to speak coherently

Of course Eddie understands and doesn’t tell him “No it’s okay don’t cry,” instead he embraces him into a hug that makes Buck feel all warm and fuzzy — like all hugs from Eddie do.

They stay there, holding each other and Buck realizes things have changed between them but in the best way possible.

[soapsbaby]

Miguel O'Hara Headcanons

Summary: I just have some ungodly thoughts after watching Across the Spider-Verse and I need to share. Enjoy!

Characters: Miguel O'Hara x reader Rating: nsfw Warnings / Themes: Fangs and biting, Domination, Praise kink, humiliation Word count: 600ish

There is no other way to put this, this man is an absolute menace. He knows exactly what you can take and whenever the possibility arises he will push you right to that line.

He is a brat tamer. He secretly loves when you defy him because it means he gets to put you back into your place and be rough with you “as a punishment”. Whatever it takes to put you back in line, he’ll do. He’s a big fan of slapping and spanking you, but if you piss him off enough he’s also not beyond edging and or overstimulating you until you feel like you’ll pass out.

He knows the obsession you have with his fangs and he’s not afraid to use them on you. He loves dragging them across your skin, leaving marks. Sometimes he’ll even lightly bite you, only enough to slightly draw blood. It’s one of his favorite things to see you squirm under the sharp pain.

He loves marking you up, making sure everyone knows who you belong to. He doesn’t have an ounce of shame in his body when it comes to other people knowing the things he does to you.

He can’t ever keep his mouth shut and will absolutely talk you through it. Yes, good girl, there you go, making me feel so good. See, I knew you could take it. Told you you could.

Has a huge thing for the noises you makes when he fucks you and will go extra hard to make sure he gets you to whimper. If you dare try to cover your mouth with your hands he will pull them off and hold them above your head. 

His job is exhausting and he will routinely use you to fuck his frustrations out on. You never mind. 

He is strong so he can pick you up and fuck you against whichever surface he pleases and push you into whichever position he needs you in.

He loves eating you out but you better be prepared. He won’t stop until you can’t even remember your own name anymore. One orgasm isn’t anywhere near enough for him. He loves how wet and overstimulated you get after a few ones and how whiny you are when he then finally fucks you.

He has a major primal kink. He loves the thrill of hunting you down and then fucking you wherever he finds you. He loves feeling how quickly your heart beats when he grabs you and holds you down. 

He will alway check in with you if he has even the slightest suspicion that anything is going over your limits. Even if it’s just a quick “are you with me, Baby?”. Unless you are enthusiastically submitting to him he won’t do anything to you. 

He is the absolute best at aftercare. He will do whatever it takes to make sure you are taken care of physically, but even more so emotionally.  He will hold you for as long as you need and make sure you feel listened to. He will literally carry you around in his arms if that is what it takes for you to be happy.

[wambsgansshoelaces]

Something Sweet; Chapter 1

read the prologue here, and chapter 2 here! please leave your thoughts- I’d love to improve! Enjoy!

word count: 1,700+

Black Friday is no different than Thanksgiving for your bakery. Nobody really comes in- it’s just a day of experimentation for you. You have a cake to decorate for tomorrow, anyway, so you’re happily occupied for the day.

You think about the guy from yesterday a lot. You hope that he’s okay, and that he got himself to wherever he was going safely. You catch yourself thinking about him a little too often- you have to admit, you did find him cute.

The cake you’ve been commissioned to make is for some little kid’s birthday party, and your instructions were to make it explicitly Spider-Man themed. You’ve been caught up on the MCU for quite some time- it’s not that good anymore, to be honest- but the Spider-Verse movies were some of the best you’d seen in recent years. You spend the morning dying buttercream red while the sponge cake itself chills in the freezer.

You must be a little too absorbed in it, however, because somebody calls “Hello?” into the back.

When you see him, your heart gives a happy little flutter. “You.”

He looks much better than yesterday. The bags under his eyes are lighter, he isn’t as fidgety, and there’s an air of sobriety about him. “Yeah. Me. I realize we never introduced ourselves..” You can hear paper crinkle in his hands, but you can’t see what he’s holding from over the pastry display. Maybe you were wrong about the fidgeting bit.

“I’m Kendall. Kendall Roy.” He sticks his hand over the counter, and you shake it.

“So that’s how I know you.” His grip is firm, despite his otherwise raggedy appearance. It’s what you’d expect of a Roy. “I’m Y/N. I own the place.”

“Um, can we…?” he gestures back to a booth. You round the counter and you both settle across from each other like yesterday. You can see what Kendall was fidgeting with now- a tiny bouquet of lillies held together by a sloppily tied pink ribbon. “For you. Because I was freeloading yesterday.”

You take the flowers and set them in your lap, smiling softly. “You really didn’t need to. You needed some help yesterday, so I gave it to you.”

He looks down into his hands. He’s not dressed as nicely as he was yesterday- no watch, no dress pants, just sweats and a hoodie. “I have those episodes sometimes, and the wrong people always get caught in them. I really do want to make it up to you.”

“Again, you really did nothing wrong. I mean, sure, whatever you were on yesterday probably wasn’t a good idea, but we live and we learn, right?” You stand, holding the flowers to your torso. “Want coffee?”

“I’ll pay for one, yes.”

You round the counter again, setting the bouquet somewhere safe and you start the coffee machine with some coffee bits you ground that morning. “No, you won’t.”

“I’m being serious.” Kendall hadn’t followed you into the back, peeping over the counter like a puppy separated from its mother. “I have the money to spare.”

“We’re friends. I really don’t mind, Kendall.”

His name, you realize, sounds perfect off your tongue.

“But I do, Y/N.” He peers up at the menus hanging from your ceiling. “You only charge $2 for a coffee? You’re a saint.” He takes out his wallet and tosses a wad of twenties across the counter.

“I’m not taking that,” you say over your shoulder, pouring coffee into two separate cups. “Do you want cream or sugar? Or maybe you’re a honey and milk guy?”

“Just some honey, please. And I don’t care. You’re keeping the change.”

You don’t say anything, sliding him a cup.

જ⁀➴

You’d argued over who’d take the money for another ten minutes before you kicked him out of the bakery for impudence. Kendall, accepting defeat, had scribbled his number on a napkin and pressed it into your hand, and now here you sat trying to figure out what to text him.

Eventually, you settle on keeping it simple; hey kendall, it’s y/n !

He responds almost immediately.

It’s good to hear from you.

A pause.

I thought you wouldn’t text me.

He texts the way he talks, you think.

what makes you think that? i think you’re fun

Well, my first impression on you wasn’t really good, was it?

clearly it was, otherwise i’d have burned the napkin

Ha.

Another pause.

You’re a good sport for taking the money.

what? but i didn’t

Check your purse.

The minute you get the message, you grab your purse from the ground where you’d unceremoniously dumped it on the ground when you got home. All you had to do was unzip it to find the same wad of twenties from before. That bastard.

you’re not serious

It’s there, isn’t it?

how much is this? coffee is $2, you really shouldn’t have

I felt like it. Count it out.

You take a moment to do just that- and end at $5,000.

kendall, this is crazy

Is it? I owe you.

i keep telling you, you don’t owe me anything. at this point, i owe you

Don’t worry about it.

You sit there, blankly staring at your phone. Sure, you knew the Roys were mega millionaires and owned helicopters and yachts and probably seventy different properties, but you would have never expected one of them to drop $5,000 on you so easily. Why you? You’re a baker just barely surviving- what even brought him to your place, anyway?

Actually- are you free this Christmas?

always am

Would you cater dessert for my family’s dinner? You’d get paid well. Then you could actually afford to keep your coffee $2. Ha.

You didn’t know whether to be offended or not.

seriously?

My dad fired the last one after an incident with a pineapple. Besides, your baking is heavenly.

you only had a cupcake, kenny

I had my assistant come by this morning. I’m thorough.

You think back on the morning. Someone had come by and ordered an obscene amount… you’d just taken it as some Thanksgiving work party.

You’d probably have to come in and do a test run. He’s picky.

if you’re serious…

Perfect. Am I allowed another favor?

i think i owe you a hit after all this

Let me take you out to dinner after. And kill any of my siblings. Then we’re even.

જ⁀➴

You wake up the next morning feeling like you stuck a fork into an electrical socket. You’re nervous, excited, nauseous. You root around in your closet for your lucky apron and shove it into your tote for the day. You slide around the hardwood flooring in your socks, organizing things for your day. You and Kendall agreed that he’d come get you at ten and take you to the supermarket for whatever it is his father would request.

Were you worried? Not about Logan, no. You were more nervous about the date you had with Kendall than you were about baking. All he had said was to bring something nice to wear after.

The flowers he brought you yesterday sit comfortably on your kitchen counter. They were handed to you perfectly prepared for a vase.

While some part of you wants this to be a romantic date, the other, more rational part thinks this is just him and his ‘I owe you’ mindset.

You live in a townhouse pasted to the back of your bakery. It was great, in your opinion. You don’t need to pay rent- only make payment on the bakery -and you can never really be late for work. It makes your life much easier, and you’re grateful you were able to nab it when you did.

There’s a sharp, sort of erratic knock at your door. You gather all of your stuff, put on your shoes, and greet a Kendall who’s obviously high. He smells faintly of weed, which years in pastry school helped you pick up.

“What the fuck?” is the first thing out of your mouth. “You drove here?”

He blinked. “What? No. Chauffer.”

While you didn’t claim to know anything about Kendall, you could use your critical thinking skills and assume that this was a normal occurrence. What was he trying to take the edge off of? He didn’t seem like the type to do drugs for the fun of it. He was running one of the biggest conglomerates in the nation, even the world. What made him turn to drugs? You feel like you should say something, but you decide on figuring that out later.

Kendall flat-out gives you his phone, saying something about how his father wanted a key-lime pie and he found a recipe if you needed. High Kendall, you note, is much more droll and glum than sober Kendall. Sober Kendall was sweet, witty, and funny, in his own way. It’s like his mind is on autopilot. He stares out of the window blankly.

The car pulls up to the local grocery store and you glance at Kendall sitting next to you. “Are you coming?”

He blinks again, processing. “Yeah. Sure.” You scurry through the store, making Kendall carry the ingredients you picked out for the pie crust and key-lime filling. He follows mindlessly, only offering the occasional ‘yeah’ or ‘maybe this one, it’s bigger’ when picking out fruit.

When you’re back in the car, surrounded by plastic bags, you turn to Kendall. The driver abruptly slams the breaks, and Kendall’s arm shoots out in front of you and keeps you reasonably still, keeping himself from blasting through the windshield by bracing his other arm on the seat in front of him.

“Fuck, calm down!” He peers out of the window. “Cyclists are an epidemic,” he mutters.

“People still do that in the street?” you ask, following his gaze.

“Only dicks. They’re like chihuahuas. They think they’re cars.”

You can’t contain your awe when you pull up to the Roy townhouse. “It’s gorgeous,” you murmur.

“Gets uglier when you meet who’s in it.”

“Okay, Kendall, you’re very encouraging.”

He stops you as you try gather the plastic bags of groceries to take upstairs with you. “Don’t bother. You’ll be great. Go up, Marcia will meet you. I’ll see you later?”

You step out of the car and stare up at the townhouse. You look back over your shoulder and give Kendall a wave, who returns it awkwardly before you make the quick journey up the complex in the elevator.

Marcia greats you with a smile on her face. “Y/N, correct? How lovely to meet you.” She beckons you into the home, heading straight to the kitchen. Other servants have brought up the groceries, and you fish out your apron from your own tote.

You have no idea how you got here, but you’re excited to see where you go.

[spinnyr]

Across The Spider-Verse’s Trolley Problem

Okay, it pisses me off that Miguel is constantly written off as a villain when he’s literally trying to prevent the death of several billion people.

I know what you’re thinking, and we’ll get to that, but please hear me out.

Miles’ situation is a trolley problem. You’ve probably heard of it, but in case you haven’t, it goes like this:

“A runaway trolley car is careening down a track. Five people stand in its path, unaware of the imminent threat. You stand at the intersection of two different tracks and could, if you chose to, divert the trolley onto another track where only one person would be killed. Do you divert the trolley, intentionally killing one to save five?”

In Miles’ case, it’s one dad vs the entire web of life a destiny. Do you let the trolley flatten your dad in order to save an infinite number of realities-worth of people?

Miguel is saying yes. Miguel’s stance isn’t “let your dad die because fuck you” it’s “I know this sucks, but it’s the lesser of two very bad evils, and the greater evil is WAY worse.”

From Miguel’s point of view, Miles is saying “Nah, my one dad is worth sacrificing countless lives for.” Miles, in reality, is saying “I’ll find a way to stop the trolley before I even have to think about pulling any levers.” But as far as Miguel is concerned, that isn’t even an option. Nobody can stop the trolley. It’s one or the other, with no magical third option. Fully populated dimensions are going to die because this kid would rather watch the multiverse collapse when he fails to change how things fundamentally work (like Miguel also did!) instead of deal with losing just one person, like every other spider-person has.

“You have a choice between saving one person or an entire world. Every world.”

Miles’ insistence that there’s some secret third option that Miguel somehow doesn’t know about despite all his research and “Believe me, I have tried. And the harder I tried, the more damage I did.” is what’s creating the divide.

Miguel isn’t a bad guy who wants Jefferson dead. Miguel is a good guy who doesn’t want an unfathomable number of innocents to perish. He’s limiting what are (as far as he knows) unavoidable casualties by pulling the lever.

[indieyuugure]

Heya indie 💕

How're you girl ☺️ i really enjoy TMS comic it's amazing 🤩 all the angst

I love it 😍

This ask came 2 my head and thought

Are you a fan of Spiderman?

If so , what's your favourite character?

Mine is gwen Stacey from spiderman into and across the spider verse 🕷️🕸️

I’m doing good, thank you! Glad to hear you’re liking the comic!

I am yes! I wouldn’t say I’m like a HUGE fan but I’ve watched the majority of the Spider-Man tv-show from 2017 and a bit Spectacular Spider-Man.

I’ve watched a few of the newer movies too(the ones starring Tom Holland), though I think I liked the tv-shows better. I have yet to watch the spider verse movies, they’re on my to-watch-list, they look AMAZING! I’ve been thinking about buying some older comics too, though I’ll probably need to do some research first 😅

My favorite is Peter Parker, I feel like I really love his quipy sarcastic and punny humor and how he’s just such a dork, especially when he’s trying so very hard to be a cool vigilante and it’s just…not working 🤣

I think I also really like how he’s a hero that struggles. Nothing comes easy to him, he has to fall down over and over to get stuff right, which to me is very relatable.

Also “With great power comes great responsibility” resonates so much with me, it’s probably one of the most inspirational and wise quotes and I love it! (RIP Uncle Ben)

Good question! :]

[jasminedragonart]

We all know that I think Brother Bear is the Magnum Opus of Disney and I've elaborated on that in a previous post. This one will therefore be dedicated to Pixar's Magnum Opus.

Moana, I hear you ask? Inside Out? Up?

No.

The Incredibles.

In order for it to be an amazing film there has to be layers to it. Inside Out, to me, is pretty one dimensional. I didn't get a lot out of it. Moana was okay, but nothing special, like I didn't hate it but I didn't love it.

But the Incredibles? It was amazing.

To start off with, this came out in 2004. Do you know what other superhero films were out in this era? Spider Man. Tobey McGuire's Spiderman. Other than that, the superhero franchise hadn't really hit off. It would be years until Iron Man, Captain America or even the Dark Knight would have the impact it would have on cinema. (The Dark Knight trilogy is great btw. I love and accept it as canon way more readily than I do the Snyder verse. That verse can go away and never see the light of day)

the point is, for this movie to have survived, nay, thrive, in a superhero-less world is astounding and I think that's just down to good writing, characterisation and the story itself.

To start off with, I didn't know this was set in the 60's until like, a month ago. But now I do know I love it. It fits so well and answers so many questions. The 60's were like the golden age of heros, or, what we call the golden age. You had the batman show in the 60's, you had the golden age of comics. It's just right that the Incredibles is set in the 60's too.

In terms of storytelling this is good too. We see that they still have phones and computers and tv's but they're limited. No smart phones, the technology that we would see in present day is high tech to them. I love it because it isolates the characters so well. The reason why a lot of shows these days die is because they set it in our modern world. The convenience we have in being able to send messages to each other is just ridiculous. In order to create a good story you need a way to isolate your characters. There needs to be mystery. By limiting the Incredibles to what was available in the 60's Brad Bird eliminated the questions on why Mr Incredible didn't just send a text to his wife or Edna that he was in danger. Why the other heros didn't ask for help. Their technology is limited, their data plan is nonexistent, they can't contact people across the world and this is great for creating an interesting story.

Starting back at the beginning, I think it's really interesting how we're introduced to Buddy. A lot of superhero sidekicks are literally found like Buddy was hoping to be found. He has the intelligence too. He basically did a Tim Drake. He tracked Mr Incredible down, he made himself available and he showed that he had the skills to at least be a good hero. The only difference here is that Mr Incredible's world isn't Batman's world. Buddy didn't persevere like Tim Drake did, he took his knowledge and he twisted it for evil which, again is such a good analysis or interpretation of what Tim Drake could have been if he didn't put on those Robin colours and force Batman to take him on board.

Then we get to the lawsuit. So, if you didn't get it, the Incredibles kind of honoured marvel here. I think X Men was out by now. It should have been. Yes. It was out in 2000. So the concept of mutants being second class citizens was known to those who watched the beginning of the MCU. The Incredibles is paying homage to this by making supers illegal. The supers are creating too much damage, they're doing more harm than good. Therefore the common people are fighting back and making them retreat back into the shadows. Again, an interesting concept because what happened to all these villains? What happened when Bon Voyage escaped prison again? How many people did he kill without Mr Incredible there to help catch him? We don't know but it's always been a wonder of mine as to how the world is as peaceful as it is when we catch up with the Incredibles in present day. How did they get to that point?

I'll never know.

Mr Incredible and Elastigirl, I think are Batman and Catwoman. I think. Meta Batman and Catwoman. They have the same feel, the same banter of Batman and Catoman but they could be another superhero couple. Either way, they have their happy ending by getting married and having kids

There's an interesting post out there explaining the kids names and the connection to their powers which I loved. So, yeah, dash- superspeed. He's the Flash, he's quicksilver. He's basically kid flash right now, or impulse since, is impulse born with his powers? Whatever the case, he doesn't quite know the extent of his powers just yet because he grew up in a world where supers are in hiding. Which, again, makes me question what happens to those heros who don't hide. There had to be a penalty for them beyond being sued. Back to the kids. Violet- ultraviolet light that can be invisible. There's also something about her being a teenager and keeping everyone out which is why she has her forcefields. She's also Susan Storm, that's the inspiration for her character's powers. Jack Jack is jack of all trades. His inspiration, I think, is Legion. I'm not too sure. Either way, I love their names and how they tie into their characters and powers.

Helen and Bob are aliases. People know that right? I'm pretty sure they got different identities through the years after their covers were blown. They would have to. Even in the 60's people could be tracked down, that's why they have this rehoming program for supers. It makes me wonder what Bob and Helen's real names are. I think they're alias's anyway. Either way, their last name would have to have changed over the years. At the beginning of the movie it's Parr which means average.

Which is what they're trying to be. They're trying to be average. But they aren't, that's the whole point of the movie. They're the only ones who are capable of doing what the government, what ordinary people, can't. They're the only ones who can adapt and put themselves in danger to stop Syndrome who spent his entire teenage and adult life trying to destroy supers. The whole message of the movie is there at the beginning. Violet and Dash can't help but use their powers because it's a part of them. They aren't normal, they're never going to be normal and they shouldn't have to be.

Mirage is an interesting character to look at. She's very Bond esque. It felt like they were mixing genres by introducing her but it works. She's a powerful woman at the head of an organisation. But then there are layers to her. Her name is literally Mirage, she's not what she seems. She looks good but is secretly working for Syndrome. But the real message is that she's on the bad guy's team but she's not a bad person. She does what's right for Mr Incredible, she lets him and his family go. She also suffers the Bond girl trope where she's either killed off or injured but her character arc is kind of over at this point so it works. That's the point with some tropes, they're not necessarily good but they work because they serve a purpose. Mirage doesn't need to be in the picture anymore so she needs an excuse to not be there. She's injured, easy, she's out of the picture now. It's not bad writing, it's just practical writing. Otherwise we'd be asking where she was.

I think I want to dedicate this part of why the Incredibles is amazing to focus on the super's graveyard. Not only the one Syndrome made, but the ways the supers have died over the years. Edna describes so many supers dying from such mundane things like a costume malfunction. How many of them perished before Edna refused to give them a cape? How many funerals were there over the years?

I think it's also important we focus on the supers graveyard for another reason too. Bob isn't the only super out there that feels like his purpose in life was taken away. The reason why these people take such mundane jobs as covers is because they have something else in their lives that makes them feel fulfilled. By not being allowed to fulfill that purpose they're only left with the mundane, and for us it's okay because this is the only thing we know, but for them? With their powers? It must feel so... disheartening or another word I can't think of right now. But to be talked down to, to not be recognised. It's not narcissism that has them out there helping people. They're good people trying to do good in the world because they can. It's sad that they can't, and it's horrible that this good nature is took advantage of by Syndrome. He murdered them horrifically. He turned their strengths against them, he made a murder bot, isolated them on an island, and had them hunted down just because he was told to go home as a child. To not be put in danger like kids shouldn't be put in.

It begs the question again, what happened to the other villains? Where are they? Why is Syndrome the only one we see appear in this gap of superhero history? I was expecting the 2nd Incredibles to focus on more villains that had cropped up in the shadows while they were gone but it didn't. Not really. the 2nd one wasn't as good as the 1st one. It was good, but it was lacking the layers the 1st one has. The questions on why and where. A lot of the new one was focused more on the family than the plot where as the first one had a good balance of the two.

Anyway, back to the analysis. This is such a good origin movie for Violet, Dash and Jack Jack. You have the mentors in Mr and Mrs Incredible, the ones who are experienced and handling a lot of the action. Then you have the young ones finding their powers and discovering what they can do, what they're capable of. You feel happy when you see Violet protect her brother with her shield. You're elated when Dash can run on water. They're little things that an experienced hero isn't able to elicit because they're used to their powers and we see this in the ease Mr Incredible has in himself and his capabilities, same as Mrs Incredible when she's worming her way into the compound. This movie is both an origin movie as well as kind of like a comeback. Mr and Mrs Incredible are out of retirement and the kids are stepping up into roles they never dreamed they could have.

The colour story is good too. Mr Incredible's old suit is blue. It's the suit he wore as a standalone hero. It's the suit he wears when he goes out with Frozone and the suit he wears on the island for the first time. It's the suit he wears where he's separated from his family. He's blue, he's alone. Red is a danger colour, it's passion, it's what groups this family together. They are the danger to Syndrome. They also have the yellow there to lesson the impact of the red. It's a happy colour, very soothing and lets us know that they're on the good team. It's also Elastigirl's old colour, or one of them. It's Bob finally including Helen in his life

There's a lot more to this movie I can't think of it right now.

Pixar peaked with this movie though.

[siryouarebeingmocked]

Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse: I may have activated my own trap card

Spoilers for a movie that's two months old and also out on home release.

So, Miles, Gwen, Pavitr (Spider-India), and Hobie (Spider-Punk) all seem to have modern left-wing politics, though Gwen's got edited out. Hobie's introduction specifically says he hates "fascists", which carries over from the original comics.

By the time Hobie came around, I assumed he was just another poser, cooler than the hero rival character, expressing generic leftie politics, and his punk ethos wasn't sincere.

Which is exactly what the writers wanted me to think.

Not only is Hobie perfectly sincere about being anti-authoritarian, but he's been helping Miles since before they even met. He's been blatantly stealing junk from the Spider Society to build his own universe-jumping watch, and disguising it as petty vandalism.

He even tries to talk Miles out of trying to join the Spider-Society before the reveal that Miles himself is an anomaly, and the SS (geddit?) tries to detain Miles.

When Hobie says he's against authoritarianism, he really means it.

Speaking of the left-wing politics, Miles has a "#BLM" pin on his bag. It's very visible while he sits next to his dad.

Who's a cop.

(TANGENT: A few years ago, someone drew a stupid, very bad comic where Spider-Man (Peter Parker) was a) black, b) hated cops, and c) assaulted and subdued riot cops when they asked him for help.

That the comic didn't even show the riot cops were wrong. We were just supposed to assume they deserve to be left to the mercy of an angry mob.

Also, in this comic, Uncle Ben was killed by a cop, not a random thug who Spidey could've stopped but chose not to. Which makes me wonder how that would shake out.

It's kind of weird for someone to look at a character who's about personal responsibility to an unhealthy degree, and use him to express their collectivist anti-cop terrorism fantasies. That, or they didn't think through their fantasies.)

During Spider-India's opening, Miles says "I love Chai Tea!" And Pavitr goes on a rant about how "Chai" means "tea". Later on, The Spot says he's been on a "journey of self-discovery", and Pavitr basically says he's racist.

Which is a tad ironic, because Spot is literally white. And also because Pavitr is the one making the racist assumptions.

And I personally go to a church - in England - that has a lot of non-white non-British people. Mostly Africans. And me, of course. I wonder if any Asians ever went on a journey of self discovery to South London.

And I don't just mean as a cab driver.

"Wait, SYABM, didn't you move to the UK for self-discovery?"

W-well, yes, partially.

Aside: I made the mistake of watching a Youtube video with the Chai Tea joke, and then I looked at the comments.

One guy said "tfw when Twitter users write a movie". An idiot (with much more upvotes) said "bro out here wanting blatant racism in movies".

...When the whole point of the joke is that the racism is not blatant.

It's only "blatant" if you're insufferably Twitterized. There are loads of redundant phrasings in English, like "ATM machine", and words often shift when they're adopted from other languages.

Also, "I dislike this joke" is not the same as "I want racism in this movie", when the "racism" in the movie is only there so it could be mocked.

One of the issues with putting real world movements in worlds that are drastically different - it's one of the main selling points of the franchise - is that it may seem odd that those movements exist in very similar form to the IRL version.

For example, Miles supports BLM in both his video game, and this. Which makes me think "did Trayvon Martin get shot in Florida? How about Mike Brown? Wouldn't the existence of supervillains throw things into a new perspective?"

Did I mention the giant George Floyd-style "REST IN POWER" mural to Miles' dead uncle? I cringed at that in the Wakanda Forever trailer, and I rolled my eyes at it here.

Floyd wasn't a saintly martyr, he was an unlucky violent thug.

Also, Aaron was a supervillain killed by another bad guy who nearly destroyed the city, not a cop.

Also, this is at a party to celebrate how Miles' dad is about to be promoted. Assuming Floyd died and the 2020 protests/riots also happened in Miles' universe, then it seems a tad tasteless to have a mural inspired by an anti-cop movement overlooking it, even if the party is not full of cops.

Spider-India lives in "Mumbattan".

The people who settled the Manhattan area were originally Indian. But the other type of Indian. The Indians we're not supposed to call Indians anymore.

The name "Manhattan" is even Native American.

The first permanent settlement was Dutch. Then the English got it. I guess the English could've shipped Indians to the other side of the world and eventually ceded the area to them, or maybe in this world India was a world-conquering superpower and Mumbattan is the result of...importing Native Americans?

Which would make Pavitr's complaint that "the British stole all of our stuff and put it in their museums" seem a tad hypocritical.

Of course, since I wrote all that, someone reminded me that Pavitr explicitly says the joint is in India.

"SYABM," you say, "you're overthinking this."

Yes, I am. Because the filmmakers didn't think it through. If you want to use ha-ha-funny to make a serious point, you invite examination of that point.

Miles (as Spidey) now works with his dad, though he disguises his voice. At one point, Miles tells his father that men bottle up mental health issues.

This is true (and ironic, considering Miles is hiding who he is from Jeff), but it's not the first time I've seen some progressive work try to address men's issues in an very awkward way. At least here, it's played for comedy.

Also, seems a tad hypocritical coming from a guy who wears a "#BLM" pin in the presence of his cop father.

Also, if you work the timeline, that would mean Miles was about 7 or 6 when BLM started. Which means he's gone most of his life knowing nothing else.

There was a controversy over a "protect trans kids" trans flag in Gwen's room, which was apparently edited out.

IMO, it seems a tad strange for a girl who feels estranged from everyone in her world to join a social movement, but what do I know? Maybe it was there before then.

Some people came to the extremely logical conclusion that Gwen herself is trans. Even though she's distinctly physically feminine and possibly too young for puberty blockers depending on Earth 65′s laws.

Like the "oh great, it's Liv" shippers, people are reaching really hard to see what they want to see.

Some people have said that Gwen's issues with her dad and herself seem awfully similar to the issues LGBTQIA2S+ kids go through.

Gee, it's not like, y'know, feeling estranged from one's family is a common theme in fiction about teenagers and superhero, and the whole "superpowers = minority" thing has been done to death for most of the past century.

Perhaps most notably - and clumsily - in X-Men.

I'm not saying this wasn't the intended subtext. I'm saying if it was, it would just be really, really cliche.

There's this recurring theme of people telling miles "how [his] story is supposed to go".

When he's at a meeting with his parents and his guidance counselor, the lady says his story of being a black-Latino son of an immigrant would sound great in the college application letters. His mom is a tad miffed, given that they're a) solidly middle class, and b) as a Puerto Rican, she considers herself American.

Miguel (Spider-Man 2099) doesn't want Miles in the multiversal council of Spiders, because Miles was bitten by the radioactive spider from a different universe. Which is why his local Spider-Man died, and the spider's home dimension has no Spider-Man.

Also, Miguel is fixated on "canon events". The idea that there are certain things, especially tragedies, that have to happen to Spiders, or their entire universe falls apart.

And he knows this, because he tried to take over for a version of him that got shot dead by a thug. Tried to raise his daughter.

And he watched as the universe collapsed in front of him.

So he's projecting his own guilt onto Miles, a tad.

According to TVtropes and other sources, this was actually about the people who didn't accept Miles as a replacement Spidey, possibly out of racism.

Yeah, that's real hard-hitting topical meta-commentary about a character who debuted 12 years ago. 8 years when the first movie came out.

I'd also like to point out that despite stereotypes of comic book fans, certain minority successors to banner superheros have been fairly well-received. Like Jaime Reyes, or Cassandra Cain.

(Note: I wrote that before the Blue Beetle movie came out. And flopped.)

And, of course, loads of people like Miles specifically because he's a minority Spidey, which is also racist, just from the other direction. In fact, a lot of his fans seem to forget the "Latino" part of "Afro-Latino". From what little I've seen of Miles early comics, they did actually put strong emphasis on his race.

I also suspect the filmmakers may be misinterpreting the usual successor knee-jerk reactions

as racism. If you're using an established brand name for your new hero, you're creating some expectations.

Also, you know the most popular meme about regular Spidey that I see? That Marvel's writers just keep making him suffer and don't want him to actually develop. Which would kinda make Marvel closer to Team Miguel than Team Miles.

Miles also gripes that Miguel is letting "some algorithm" tell him what to do. While I agree with the sentiment, I'd like to point out that, again, Miles supports BLM.

A movement popularized by an algorithm.

A movement made up of narratives and assumptions.

A movement which has never proven a single incident was because of racism.

During the big chase scene, we see a Spider girl in a wheelchair, aka Sun-Spider. She's from the comics. Same initiative that gave us "Web-Weaver".

Who is, of course, an extremely effete gay fashion designer Spidey. I kinda like his outfit, though the Spider-eyes with eyelashes is a little too far.

And Sun-Spider seems exactly like a character a stereotypical 90s executive and focus group would come up with. Down to the backward baseball cap.

(Turns out she's Dayn Broder's actual Spider-Sona.)

Also, while I was looking up that one black and white Spider who said "nowhere to run" (Metro-Spider, played by record producer Metro Boomin [/sic]), I found out that Aunt May's full name is "Maybelle", not just "May". TIL.

There's a bit of a double standard with this version of Spider-Woman, who's black and pregnant. -People in the movie - including Peter B - regularly point out how Peter B endangering his infant daughter Mayday by taking her along with him. But for some reason, nobody says a word about Jessica, who's an active-duty stunt-biking superhero.

Even regular motorbiking can be dangerous for pregnant women.

In fact, the movie portrays this as heroic and impressive. When Gwen sees  Jess is preggos, she asks if Jess can adopt her.

Not to mention the whole "afro and hoop earrings" thing, which seem like a bad idea for a type of hero who often gets into melee combat, even with Spider-Sense.

Yes, I'm aware that female heroes, including the Spider-Ladies, often have exposed hair. It's a genre convention. Incidentally, it was nice to see Batwoman wore a detachable decoy wig in the comics. Some bad guy tries to grab it in a fight? It comes right off.

Also, Jess doesn't have much actual character.

Being pregnant is not a character trait. In fact, her only real traits are basically "cool but stern sassy mentor", to contrast with Peter B. -Incidentally, someone on TVtropes pointed out the double standard. And when I saw the page again, a page-camper had deleted it, with no explanation.

Guess they couldn't stand someone pointing out the flaws of their waifu.

(One) Spider-UK in this movie is Muslim. I know she's Muslim because she wears a Spider-themed headdress. Note that regular Marvel 616 has a muslim lady Spider-UK, but her name is Zarina Zahari and she doesn't wear a hijabi.

(Also, she could be mistaken for Ms. Marvel.)

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You might be thinking "wait, isn't a headdress impractical in a melee fight? Doesn't it give your enemy something to grab?" Yes, it is.

But so are Jess's earrings, afro, and being pregnant, so clearly there's a lot of artistic license going on.

Maybe it's partially tearaway, like Batman's cape.

I gotta wonder about the religious rules of wearing a head covering over a mask that *already* covers your entire head. Did she go see her imam and go "Okay, I have a really weird question..."

Come to think, Spidey is usually slim, but a lot of lady Spideys in this movie seemed to have wide hips. Including muscular ladies. Kris Anka's concept art goes really hard on wide hips. I don't know why. Stronger, faster character reads during the big chase?

I guess Spiders could be expected to have strong legs.

BOTTOM LINE:

I liked the movie overall, though the progressive bits made me roll my eyes a little. I...want to see the third one, with reservations.

[grumpypixistix]

Can you do one where Y/N is a spider woman and her and Miguel are in a relationship. Even though he claims to like to work alone, most of his missions involved her. After a verve racking mission, Miguel and Y/N play a game of cat and mouse throughout the city, just let off steam. Miguel eventually catches Y/N (she lets him), and they have a little make out scene (no smut, just a good make out scene)

Of course I can, lovely! :) ❤️

(Also i sincerely apologize for the wait! I hope you enjoy)

Run and hide

Miguel O’Hara x Spider!reader

Warnings- No smut just a make out session, being hunted down(?)

A/N- Was this only supposed to take a few days to make? Yes. Did it take me over 2 weeks to finish? ….maybe- (but jokes aside, I’m so sorry for the delay. My mental health isn’t the best at the moment and I was very drained for a while. But I’m a little better now! Please feel free to request more stuff and I’ll get to it when I have the chance!)

Miguel always claimed that he liked to work alone, even though everyone seemed to notice otherwise. Most of the missions he went on, he always brought you with. Whenever anyone would ask about this, he was quick to shut it down, claiming it was purely coincidental.

But you knew that was a lie. And so did he.

The two of you had been in a secret relationship for quite some time, and the two of you agreed to keep it that way for the sake of keeping the Spider-verse together. The last thing Miguel needed was his workers nagging him about you 24/7, especially Peter. You were fine with this, knowing how stressed Miguel could get easily, especially with his job as the leader of the Spider Society.

But it wasn’t until you two went on another mission together when things started going downhill. Plan after plan got ruined, which ended up in nearly getting the both of you killed. It caused a lot of pent up emotions inside of Miguel, the idea of you getting hurt or even killed making his stomach churn and tighten.

So after barely escaping the mission, Miguel came up with an idea to let off some steam. He needed it, and you knew it. With that knowledge in mind, you agreed to the idea, even though he didn’t give a lot of details as to what the idea was. But since you had just escaped a hellish mission with him, you were open to anything.

Miguel opened up a portal in front of you, noticing your confused expression. He then set a timer on his watch, looking up at you.

“I’ll give you a 30 second head start. That should give you enough time to get ahead of me…” Miguel spoke lowly, tilting his head towards the direction of the portal.

You stood there for a few seconds, still a little confused.

“You want me to… run away from you?” You questioned.

Miguel just stared at you in silence, slightly nodding his head.

“I suggest you start now. You’re down to 24 seconds.”

Your eyes widened as you quickly bolted towards the portal, entering into the heart of the city. You began to swing with your webs through the gaps of the large buildings, quickly finding an abandoned building and hanging from the ceiling. You tried to blend in with the darkness of the shadows, making sure to not make a single noise. After some fidgeting around and making sure you were secured, the faint woosh of the portal was heard from afar.

You couldn’t trace where the exact location of the sound was.

Adrenaline rushed through your veins as you tried desperately to look around for Miguel, making sure you were still hidden in the process. Once he finally came into your view, your breath was caught in your throat. You quietly crawled across the ceiling and out of the window, just in time for him to turn his head up to catch a glimpse of your suit colors. Miguel muttered to himself and clicked his tongue, shooting his web and exiting from the same window you had crawled out of.

He didn’t know why, but the hunt made him feel… better. It made him feel like he was finally in control of a situation for once. And hunting you down made it even more thrilling for him, since he knew you wouldn’t get hurt.

And honestly, you could say the same. Trying to run and hide from Miguel made you forget all about the dangerous mission, since you weren’t in any real harm this time. It was just to blow off steam, and it worked.

During the time Miguel had noticed you exit, you had made it far enough away from the building you were in.

At least you thought it was far enough.

You had swung at least 6 buildings south of where you initially were, so there was no way he’d be able to find you… right?

Entering through the fire escape on the roof, you managed to stay hidden once more. The whole building was dark and cold, but you were able to see from the glow-up suit Miguel had made for you. You guided yourself through the building from the light source and found the stairwell, jumping through the gap and landing on the ground floor. And as you continued to look for the exit on the floor, you could hear a faint thud from a few floors up.

Again, not knowing where the source came from, adrenaline rushed through your body once more.

You ran through the dimly lit floor, trying desperately to look for the exit. As you did so, the sound became louder… and closer. The more you ran and searched for the exit, the closer the sound got and you couldn’t find the exit. The more doors you ran through, the more lost you became. You panted and tried to catch your breath, hiding from whatever the noise was caused by.

But then the noise stopped. It was completely silent.

You could hear your thumping heartbeat in your ears, your breath still heavy from running around. You waited for what felt like hours before growing the courage to move around again. After finally being able to calm down and think straight, you looked for the exit as quietly as possible.

But as you tried to move again, you felt a pair of large hands grab you and lift you from behind.

You gasped loudly and felt your back slam up against the wall, making eye contact with whoever it was that grabbed you.

It was Miguel.

He had a relieved expression on his face, forming into a small grin.

“Finally caught you” Miguel panted out softly, cupping your face as he pinned you against the wall.

You didn’t even fight back and keep the game up. You let him take you.

A quiet chuckle left your lips as you returned the grin.

“You’re lucky I let you” You teased, eyes flicking to Miguel’s lips and back up to his dark eyes.

A mutter left Miguel’s mouth as he chuckled and kissed you, taking his time as he held you close. His kisses were soft and passionate, his hands moving from cupping your face to gripping your waist. Your hands ran through his hair as you kissed him with just as much passion, trying to catch your breath with each pause.

But Miguel always pulled you right back into another kiss, not wanting to let go of you whatsoever. After the mission, that was the last thing he wanted to do. But being able to catch you was like a reward to him. His hands trailed everywhere on your body, his tongue slipping into your mouth with a soft moan.

After moments of the heated kiss, the two of you finally pulled away for some air. You looked up at Miguel’s eyes as you panted softly, hands resting on his chest. Miguel stared back at you for a few quiet seconds before letting out a sigh and shaking his head.

“I’m definitely not letting you split up with me on missions now… you’re gonna stick to my side no matter what, got that?” Miguel said lowly, his hands moving up to cup your face once more.

You look and him and slowly nod your head, one of your hands moving to cup over his.

“Okay… I’m sorry I did that, it was a stupid idea anyways-“

Miguel cut you off with a firm kiss to your lips, gently tugging on your bottom lip.

“Don’t say that, cariño. It wasn’t stupid, you were just doing your job. You gave suggestions when the situation needed it… that’s not stupid.”

A sigh left your lips as you looked up at him, a small smile on your face. You moved a little to kiss his cheek, a soft blush on both of your faces.

“Thank you… really.”

Miguel smiled at you and chuckled before kissing your forehead and lips.

“Of course” He whispered back before taking a step away to open a portal back home.

You looked over at the portal and back at Miguel, taking his hand into yours and giving it a small squeeze. Miguel looks back at you and holds your hand as well.

“Ready to go back?” Miguel asks you.

You nod and pull him in for one last kiss, “Never wanted to go back more than now.”

A small laugh left Miguel as you said that, kissing you back and pulling you into the portal.

After that day, Miguel made it into a routine to hunt you around the city after missions, always catching you and bringing you back home safely.

[spruzu]

Doing a silly post of all my (main) fav characters bcz why not.

They will mainly be in order of who i like the most but some are even and if i was asked to pick one between them i physically wouldnt be able to.

-KNUCKLES THE MF ECHIDNA!!!!!!!!!!

HES SO COOOOL I CANT. Theres a knuckles shaped part in my heart. (kinda wanna be him in a way it's kinda embarrassing) I LOVE all of his versions in sonic prime, renegade knucks has a special place in my heart though he's top tier. Sonic boom knuckles is so funny and stupid like him going ''Oh wait i cant read.'' is so funny to me as a dyslexic person myself. Movie knuckles needs to be protected at all costs istg he's so sweet. GIVE KNUCKLES ALL THE GRAPES HE WANTS! 🍇🍇🍇🍇

-Sonic the hedgehog

Sonic's on the same level as knuckles he genuinely so cool and i do base some of my personality off him... i love his character development in sonic prime but his attitude in sonic x is so funny its amazing. He's defo got a bit of attitude to him in the older stuff which makes me love him more. His jokes and ''Wtf is danger.'' attitude is so real. Also movie sonic voiced by Ben Schwartz HELL YEAH, i love Ben hes so funny i cant wait for sonic 3.

-Shadow the hedgehog

''Another sonic character? is all your favourite characters sonic characters?'' no, just wait i get to other characters <3 but MY MY MY MY MYYY OH MY I LOVE SHADOW. I remember my first sonic game, if you can even call it that, being Mario and Sonic 2012 Olympic games and always playing as either shadow, sonic, silver or amy. I loved paying as him. Also his game is SO FUN and his backstory is so fun to learn and 100% take some of his personality and put it onto mine like i do with sonic. He's just such a good character and im glad this is the year of shadow bcz we NEED more shadow content. i would ramble about him more but i cant think of anything else to say.

-Leonardo (ROTMNT)

Another character voiced by Ben schwartz! I just recently watched this movie and i LOVED it. I used to like TMNT when i was little but never fully got into it but my favourites were always Leo and Mikey. Im literally him /hj. He's such a cool character (i say that with all of them i just love them all so much). Also if any TMNT fans have any movie/TV show recommendations for TMNT i am willing to take them!

-Miles Morales

I remember watching Into the Spider Verse and i loved it so much, i felt bad for miles in a way because he had to go through seeing spider man die in front of his eyes then realising hes the new spider man and blah blah blah. Im watching Penny's (from snapcube) VODs from when she played Spiderman 2 and miles' suits are so cool i love how they added the spider-verse movie suits into the game theyre defo some of my favs. Across the spider verse was such a good movie but into the spider verse was defo better (hot take? idk). Im so excited to see what happens in the next movie.

-Silver the hedgehog

Another sonic character yes, but i love sonic so much its my main special interest/hyperfixation. Silver is so silly i need to see more content of him tho. It's also kinda funny how his first appearance was sonic 06 ,which as we all know, is an awful game. In need to see more of him we need another game with him in as a playable character. Smt like SA2 idk.

-Batman

All forms of batman, lego batman is top tier and the rest under him. I watched the lego batman movie in the cinema when it came out and little me loved it and i recently, abt 3 years ago, got fully into batman stuff. The movies are so good and batman is such a cool character to, i need to meet more people who like him.

Thats it for now, i would add garfield but i dont really have anything to say abt him other than hes the most realest character ever. Hate mondays, love lasagne.

Anyways, i love these characters so much most of them being my comfort characters **cough cough** the sonic ones **cough cough**.

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

HERE, KITTY, KITTY (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Aizawa x Black!Catgirl!Reader

Synopsis: In which you find yourself in the weirdest predicament after you’re scooped up and taken to a cat cafe after you decide to take the streets to fight some crime, and you’re adopted by your very anti-social and hot coworker Aizawa aka Eraserhead.

Story Warnings: Smutty Smut, 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY), Swearing, Adult!Reader, Ear and Tail Stroking, Light Degradation, Spanking, Exhibitionism, Multiple Positions, Creampie, Unprotected PIV Sex, Facial, Scent Play, Collaring, Deepthroat, Cunnilingus, Begging, Edgeplay, Power Play, Rope Play/Shibari, Master Kink, Some Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Some Action

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: GO TOUCH SOME GRASS SLUTS. -Jazz

Read on AO3 here!

Other Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-One. Twenty-Two. Twenty-Three. Twenty-Four. Twenty-Five.

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TWENTY-FOUR.

You decided you never wanted kids after working with the ones at UA, but little sleepy Eri curled up on the couch with you beginning to change your mind. 

“But I’m not even tiiiired,” she whines. Her head is in your lap, her silver locks of long hair splayed out on the couch and over your leg. On the TV, the movie “Sing”–another movie Eri is obsessed with–is playing on mute.

“Eri, honey, you can barely keep your eyes open,” you giggle, stroking her hair out of her face. “C’mon and let your daddy put you to bed. Besides, Nea needs a sleeping buddy, doesn’t she?” 

Nea is curled up in a chair in the corner of the room, completely at ease judging by how quiet she is. You swear that you could die from cuteness right now. You knew Nea and Eri would get along well from the way she gave Nea her dinner of cat kibble before she made up a plate of pizza for her own.

‘Such a sweetheart!’ you had cooed in your head, pressing a hand to your heart. 

Tonight was by far the best night you’ve had in a while. Just spending the night watching movies with Eri, snuggled up with Aizawa on the couch with some pizza and wine for the adults, was enough to fill you with all the joy you’ve been craving for days now. You felt so complete with Aizawa’s arm slung around you, the other around Eri, and Nea racing across the floor with her new sparkly balls that Aizawa complained about stepping on later. 

With the three of them, you felt at home. You know that it’s stupid and way too soon, but you couldn’t deny the content feeling that washed over you when you felt Aizawa’s stubble when he pecked you on the head during the first movie and heard the giggle of Eri when Nea jumped up in front of the TV. You love seeing them happy and it surprises you how much you want to be a part of that happiness. 

“Are we still seeing Across The Spider-verse tomorrow?” Eri mumbles sleepily as you continue to stroke her head.

“Yes, tomorrow afternoon; just like Daddy promised. He already bought the tickets.” You had also promised to go with them, pushing all of your errands to the morning just to go with them. 

Eri turns over, facing you now with her eyes closed. “Yaaaay,” Eri tiredly groans, raising her arms in the air. You giggle, seeing Aizawa exit the kitchen from the corner of your eye. “Here’s your daddy. Off to bed, you go.”

Aizawa approaches you with a wink and scoops Eri up into his arms with ease. “C’mon, pumpkin," he coaxes, earning the cutest little mewl in response as Nea jumps down from the chair and proceeds to totter after him. 

Once they are in Eri’s bedroom and the door is closed, you pause the movie and venture off into the kitchen. Your bare feet pad against the floor, your shoes set neatly beside the door. You came straight over here after leaving Nemuri’s dorm, not wanting to waste any time not being here.

The kitchen is spotless and clean all except for the table where a half-empty bottle of wine sits and the sink which is full of dishes and utensils from dinner. You immediately begin working on cleaning them, squeezing some Dawn soap into a sponge and running the hot water. 

You start off on the utensils since they’re the easiest to do and are just about finished with them when you hear Aizawa’s footsteps behind you. “You ain’t have to do that,” he says disapprovingly. “I can handle my own dishes.” You shake your head, placing some squeaky-clean and wet spoons on the drying rack. “It’s no trouble. You were putting Eri to bed anyway.” 

He comes up beside you, taking his own sponge and squirting some soap in it. “How’d she go down?” you ask as he takes a plate streaked in pizza sauce and cheese. Probably Eri’s. You watch him as he cleans the plate, noticing the healed, white scars on his skin and the one vein in the top of his hand. It must be the wine, but you can't help but want them on you. 

“She was already out by the time I put her under the covers,” he chuckles. “She and Nea are snuggled up like they’ve known each other for years.” You smile at this, knowing deep in your heart that Nea was the one. “Thank you again for that,” he softly says, gazing at you as he runs hot water over the plate and then places it in the drying rack next to you. When he reaches his arm across you, his cologne drifts off of him, making your mind hazy.  

“Don’t thank me, Shouta,” you lightly laugh as you grab your own plate. “It was my pleasure to do that for you and Eri. I’m sure Nea will be a great addition to your little family.” You expect Aizawa to agree or say something more, but instead, he is completely silent. You also notice that he pauses in his dish-washing too. 

You lower your plate down into the sink as you glance at him. He is staring down at his hands, an unreadable expression on his face. “Shouta?” you softly ask, confused at his change in mood.

He glances at you with those charcoal eyes, making your stomach flutter. He pushes himself away from the sink and runs a hand down his face, visibly conflicted. “Sorry,” he wryly chuckles. “I just can’t seem to shake the thought of you being here with us. It just feels…right somehow.” 

Your heart leaps at the saccharine words coming from his lips though you can’t believe he is really saying such things. This has to be a dream. It just has to be! You can barely believe it even when he takes your hands into his, holding them gently.

“I don’t wanna freak you out or run you off, but I wanna let you know how I’m feeling,” he confesses. It was so hard not seeing you or having you here for all those weeks. I was so sure what we had was ruined.” The corner of his lips curl into a delighted smile. “But seeing that little fur ball outside my door was all the answer I needed to realize that things could be right between us again.” 

He leans in and presses a kiss to your forehead, making your eyes flutter closed and your ears twitch in delight. “I love having you here,” he whispers. A response is on your tongue before you can even think of one. It’s so natural to you. “And I love being here,” you whisper back. You can’t resist cupping his stubbled cheeks into your hands and planting one on him, his plump, pink lips irresistible to you. 

He groans appreciatively into the kiss as your lips dance with one another, no fight for dominance needed. He places his hands on your hips to bring you close, emitting a content and needy sigh from your lips. You didn’t realize how touch-starved you were until he stormed into Nemuri’s dorm earlier and kissed you so passionately. You’ve missed him, and you promise to show him tonight if he lets you.

He suddenly pulls away, his eyes darker than usual and his lips plumper from the kiss. “Y’know, there’s still some wine left,” he murmurs, nodding at the bottle on the table. 

With a wordless nod and a grin, Aizawa grabs two wine glasses from the drying rack and the bottle before venturing into the living room with you in tow. When he goes to sit on the couch, you don’t follow him.

As you stand in the threshold of the living room, watching Aizawa's giant self settle onto the couch and pour you a glass, you realize that this is the first time you’ve ever spent the night over at Aizawa’s dorm out of your cat form. You never once spent the night here when you first started dating in respect of Eri and his duty as a father. 

It was one thing to spend the night here as their pet, but now? As Aizawa’s girlfriend and rekindling your relationship with him? It fills you with a hint of dread and anxiety that continue to grow as you stand like an idiot near the kitchen as if you’ll jet inside of it any minute now.

But when Aizawa gazes at you from across the room, you know that that isn’t happening anytime soon. He settles back onto the couch, his legs spread deliciously wide and his eyes hooded. “Come here,” he coos, his finger beckoning you over. “Come sit with me.” 

He could’ve asked you to help him hide a body and you would come running, ready to do whatever he asked of you. With your tail embarrassingly straight up behind you, you tentatively walk over and join him on the couch. He gives you your wine glass and you clink them against each other, toasting to whatever before sipping on the fruity liquid. 

You don’t know how long it takes you two to finish the whole bottle, but when you finally do, you’re feeling warm, tingly, and in need of him. He must feel the exact same way because he won’t keep his hands off of you, whether he is gently stroking your knee or brushing your hair behind your ear, chuckling when it twitches at the feeling of his fingers brushing against the fur. With every small touch, heat pools in between your legs and your senses heighten with the smell, taste, sight, and feeling of him. 

You don’t know when you two start kissing, but when it starts, you can’t stop. You’re now on top of him, your knees on either side of him as you straddle his lap. His groin presses against your panty line which is becoming more soaked with every skillful move of his soft lips against yours and his large hands pawing at your ass.

Your arms are wrapped around him tighter than a vice, refusing to let go even for a second. You’re so afraid that if you do this moment will disappear. He will disappear. No matter how solid and warm he feels against you, you need to know he won’t leave. You need so much more of him. 

He groans softly as he pulls away from your lips to take in a breath, his hooded eyes gazing up at you. 

“Bedroom?” he breathlessly asks against your lips. You press against them again, your kiss passionate and hurried like the two of you can’t get enough of one another. You frantically nod at his proposal, shamelessly grinding your hips against his groin. “Please,” you whimper, swooping down to press kisses against his neck and jawline. 

He moans at your lips on his skin, the sound traveling straight to your pussy. “Lemme just fix it up a bit and I’ll call you in,” he huskily whispers. You pause and lean away to look down at him, wondering if he’s serious. Your pussy is practically crying for him and he’s worried about cleaning up a bedroom?

“Don’t be impatient, kitty,” he chortles, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “It’ll only be five minutes.” 

You whine like a toddler as he places you off of his lap and on the couch, plopping you down. Though your body is flaring with impatience, you can’t help the adoration you feel for the man for wanting to clean up his bedroom before you dirty it up again. He gets off of the couch and straightens out his shirt before glancing at you over his shoulder, an eyebrow raised.

“Five minutes,” you firmly say, playfully scowling up at him. “That’s what you said.” 

He smirks down at you, crossing his index finger in front of his middle one. “Promise.” Then he is off to his room and leaving you on his couch, hot, bothered, and in desperate need of water. 

Though the glass of cool water does wonders for your throat, it does nothing to soothe the ache between your legs. You realize how much five minutes can feel like five eternities as you sit on the couch, your fingers rubbing your panty-covered slit and your nose in Aizawa’s pillow, smelling his shampoo and cologne (much to your embarrassment). You become delirious, wanting to break down his closed door and drag him to the bed himself. Doesn’t he know not to make a horny woman wait? You’re just about ready to go feral on his ass. 

“Come on in, baby!” he finally calls through the crack in the door. A humongous sigh of relief leaves your body before you pop up as fast as a Jack-in-the-Box and proceed to sashay over to his bedroom door. You push open the door little by little, only seeing the dim light of the lamp by Aizawa’s bedroom.

“That was six minutes, by the way,” you tsk. “Makin’ a woman like me wait for some dick is just plain evil, Sho. I’m startin’ to think you’re a villain in the making or…” 

Your words die in your throat when you get an eyeful of what waits for you behind Aizawa’s bedroom door. He lounges against his headboard, no article of clothing to be seen except for his briefs which have broken increasingly tighter due to the impressive, hardened bulge you see pushing against the thin, black fabric of his underwear.

His black locks cascade down his muscular shoulders and pecs where ink stretches across his tanned skin. Your eyes trail across each vein of his hands and arms; the pinkness and hardness of his nipples; the hooded, lustful nature of his gaze as he stares at you from across the room. 

You’re so focused on him that you don’t even notice his scarves folded neatly at his bare feet, waiting for use. 

You have to be dreaming. This is just too damn good to be true. You’ve had to have died at some point–maybe when Toyoma hung you off of that building or maybe when you fought Aqua Master and thought you survived–to be standing here staring at a piece of heaven. 

Aizawa raises his arm to place behind his head, causing his bicep to bulge deliciously. “Here, kitty, kitty,” he croons, crooking his finger at you in a 'come hither' motion. You stand there, frozen, unable to move or speak. A knowing smirk curls onto his pink lips at your reaction. “C’mon now, I don’t bite…at least not very hard.” 

Still, you don’t move. Though your pussy is dripping like it’s a faucet, it’s like your brain has shut off and isn’t telling your limbs to move. Aizawa cocks his head to the side, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Why so shy all of the sudden, kitty?” he chuckles. “You weren't this quiet when you were givin’ my lip just a few seconds ago. Such an impatient girl.”

He tuts disapprovingly as he rises from the headboard, causing his muscles to ripple and flex with every move he makes. “Good things come to those who wait, don’t you know?” 

He lets out of the bed and slowly walks towards you, taking his sweet time while he’s at it. Your mouth opens and closes as if you can’t get enough air in your lungs. Your brain desperately attempts to grasp for a word instead of silence, but all that comes out is a weak stutter of, “I-I…” 

Aizawa lightly laughs at your adorable reaction to his sexiness, stopping in front of you. “Damn, you think I’m that fine?” he snorts. “I’m flattered, baby, but if you’re not gonna talk, I’ll just have to make you, won’t I?”

A dangerous gleam appears in his eye before he closes the gap between your bodies. His lips are on yours again and his hands find your ass, squeezing it. Your hands find his hair, your fingers stroking through the soft locks as your lips move hungrily against his.

Though his kiss is passionate, it’s also starved. Feral. Sloppy. His tongue slips and slides against yours, saliva swirling in one mouth and slipping in another. 

When you pull away to breathe, he pulls you back in with his lips sucking gently on your tongue. You whimper, the act making your pussy gush and cry for more. Much, much more.

Aizawa is ready to give all of that to you. Wordlessly, he pulls away and begins to strip you. He starts by taking off your blouse first, untying the string holding it together at the nape of your neck, and then sliding the straps down your shoulders. He leans in to pepper your shoulder blades and neck in kisses as his fingers stroke your skin, pulling your blouse down your hips. 

Soft moans leave your mouth as you hold him close, your fingers enjoying the ripple of his back muscles. Every touch of his lips leaves a trail of fire in their wake.

He then pulls away and unhooks your bra, groaning deeply at the sight of your breasts spilling out of the cups. He doesn’t touch or taste them though, much to your dismay. Instead, he busies himself getting you out of your bottoms. You kick off your socks as he works to pop the button and unzip the zipper to your shorts before pulling them down your legs. 

You are now left in your pretty, laced, black panties, your body hot and your heart pounding. Aizawa straightens up before you, his charcoal eyes searching your face. “Do you trust me?” he asks, his large hands cupping your face. Liquid lava is flowing through you, threatening to burn a hole in you as you stare into his eyes. All you see is safety.

“Yes, sir,” you softly answer, a smile playing on your lips.  

Aizawa inhales deeply as if he was expecting another reply. “Then kneel on the bed with your arms crossed behind your back,” he orders. “I’m just gonna tie your wrists, but if you want your ankles tied, just let me know.”

You nod, signaling that you understand. He gives your ass an encouraging smack and nods over to the bed. “Go ‘head,” he coaxes you. 

You do as he says, slowly walking over to the bed and climbing onto the cool, navy blue comforter. You know for a fact that you’re going to be staining it up and make a mental note to help Aizawa with dry cleaning later. You kneel on the bed and cross your wrists behind your back, your shoulders relaxed and your body trembling in anticipation. 

Especially when you hear Aizawa’s soft footsteps pad behind you. With every creak of the floorboards beneath him, signaling him getting closer to you, your ears twitch and your heartbeat pumps in your ears: Boom. Boom. Boom. The anticipation is killing you, slowly getting the best of you. 

Finally, Aizawa sits behind you, causing the mattress to dip slightly under his weight. He is silent as he takes his scarves into his hands and proceeds to tie your wrists behind your back.

Though he is gentle and careful, you can’t help but gasp with each tug of the scarf on your arms. His fingers then work expertly to securely tie a finishing knot, successfully interlocking your wrists on top of one another. Once finished, you wiggle your fingers to make sure you can still feel everything and move. 

He sits up behind you, his hand brushing your hair away from your ear. “Comfortable, kitty?” he softly asks. You slowly nod, biting your bottom lip at the delicious scent of his cologne. “Good. Now bend over.” 

Trembling from the authority in his deep, baritone voice, you do as he says and lean down until you’re bent over for him and your ass is in his face. He groans appreciatively at the sight of your cheeks hanging out of your little, lace thong that you’re so glad you wore. He wastes no time pulling them down your legs and off of your ankles before pressing his face into your ass.

And I mean, literally pressing his face into your ass.

He stuffs his entire face between your cheeks and nuzzles them before peppering them in wet kisses, his fingers massaging the globes of fat to your liking. You moan and lightly laugh as he does so, not realizing how much of an ass man he truly is until now. 

He then pulls away and sucks on his index and middle fingers before lightly sliding them along your slit. You whimper at his touch, having no choice but to dig your nails into your palms. If your hands weren't tied, you’d grip the sheets. “Shit, babe,” he hisses, his hot breath fanning your ass. “You’re fuckin’ soaked for me. All of this for me?” 

“Y-Yes,” you whimper in response. “All of it, Master.”

In response to this, he begins to rub your slit a little bit more, applying just the slightest bit of pressure that sends sparks of pleasure into your clit as his fingertips caress it. “Fuck, Shouta,” you moan, your voice bouncing off of the bedroom walls. You arch your back into his touch, pushing your ass out more for him. 

Aizawa chortles from behind you, still rubbing your clit and emitting wet sounds from your sobbing, wet cunt. “Impatient as usual,” he tuts. “That won’t do.”

Before you can even sense it with your quirk senses, his hand is coming down to roughly smack you on the ass. A loud gasp leaves your lips and you quickly bite your lip to avoid getting any louder. You don’t want to wake Eri. 

Smack!

His hand comes down again, causing your ears to raise straight in the air and your tail to curl in ecstasy. “Naughty kitty,” he chuckles darkly. “You’re gettin' off on this shit.”

Smack!

You bite back a moan, only a choked whimper leaving your lips as his calloused hand comes down yet again onto your behind. He groans at the way it jiggles from his hand’s aggressive contact with it and takes a handful of it to jiggle around himself. “Fuck,” he growls. “All of this for me? You’re too generous to me, baby.” 

You softly whine in desperation, your pussy screaming for attention. As if knowing how desperate your body is for attention, he moves in to swipe his tongue along your slit before swirling the muscle around your sensitive little clit.

You gasp, pleasure coursing through you the more he moves his tongue and lips along your pussy, whether he swirls his tongue around your clit or nudges his nose against it as he slowly parts your lips with his tongue, gently fucking you with it. 

You immediately turn your face into the bed, muffling your screams of pleasure. “God, Shouta!” you whine, losing your God-loving mind. It’s even more intense from the fact that you can’t move your hands, the binds you’re restrained with adding to your heightened pleasure. It turns you on to be helpless like this, at the mercy of your boyfriend. 

That’s right…Aizawa is your boyfriend now. The idea of it is so absurd to you, like a dream that doesn’t quite make sense. Though it feels strange to calm him such a thing, especially after months of wondering if he’d ever look your way, it feels damn good.

But you know something that feels even better: his mouth. He knows how to work it, alternating between tongue-fucking you and using his lips to gently suckle on your pussy lips, moaning as he does. 

“You’re so cute like this,” he says between flicks of his tongue, humming as he does so. “I wanna see more of this from you.” His hands then move to your ass, spreading them apart as you moan in response at the feeling. “You ever had your ass eaten before, baby?” he huskily asks. 

Your eyes widen immediately at the question. ‘Da fuck?’ you think. He’s an ass man like that?

“N-No,” you stutter, moving to look at him behind you. His hands are gripping your ass for dear life, spreading them apart, his eyes almost completely black with lust and hunger.

A crooked, devious smirk curls onto his lovely lips. “Well, you’re gonna tonight,” he tells you. “But let me know if it feels weird and I’ll stop, understand?” 

You lick your dry lips, your body trembling in anticipation. “Yes, sir,” you softly reply, earning a kiss on your ass cheek.

Then he’s diving in and licking along your asshole, slightly stretching the tiny, puckered hole with his tongue. Your mouth falls agape at the feeling of being stretched there. You’ve never put anything in your ass for sexual pleasure before; let alone near it. You’re shocked at how good it feels; how it travels straight to your pussy and makes it gush along Aizawa’s fingers that rub against your slit. 

“It feels good!” you moan, grinding your hips shamelessly into his mouth. “Kinda weird, but such a good weird.”

Aizawa chuckles, moving away from your ass with a soft, wet pop! “That’s what I like to hear,” he purrs. “Just relax, kitty. You deserve this. You’ve earned it.” 

With that, he returns to your asshole as he slides one finger into your pussy. You scream into the mattress as the long digit curls up to glide against your G-spot, sliding in and out of your pussy as his tongue flicks along your asshole, coating it in saliva. After several torturous minutes, he finally moves his mouth back down to your clit and gently sucks on it while finger-fucking you. All the while, you are moaning, whining, and gushing around his finger and onto his mattress. 

“I can tell you wanna cum,” he growls against your pussy. “Do it for me, kitty. Come on, you can do it. Don’t let me down.”

His finger moves a bit faster, relentlessly gliding up against your G-spot until you finally can’t hold back anymore. That chord in your body finally snaps and a choked moan of his name passes your lips as you cum all around his mouth and finger. 

“Good girl!” he groans into your cunt, his words muffled. “Good kitty!”

The praise only makes the orgasm more intense as wave after wave of pleasure passes over you. You toss your ass back and whine your hips back into his face, desperate to keep this feeling going for as long as your body will allow you to. You’re seeing stars and having blank thoughts, nothing but Aizawa and the feeling he gives you in your head. It is by far the best orgasm you’ve had. 

After what feels like forever, the feeling begins to fade and you’re filled with exhaustion as your orgasm pulls everything out of you. You plop facedown into the mattress, breathing heavily and twitching slightly as Aizawa gently removes his finger from your tight, cum-soaked pussy.

“That was beautiful to witness,” he sighs, sucking on his finger. He then gently strokes your back and tail, repeating this process as you recover. 

After a while, your breathing finally levels out and you start to purr at the soothing feeling of Aizawa petting you. “Better now?” he chuckles from behind you. You wordlessly nod and pick up your foot to glide against his hardened cock in his briefs. “Want you in my mouth,” you murmur, salivating at the thought of tasting him. 

Though Aizawa likes the feeling from the sighs he lets out, he pushes your tiny foot away from his cock. “Uh-uh, baby,” he tuts. “Not now, at least. As much as I’d love to feel that pretty mouth wrapped around my cock, I’m more interested in this here.”

He gently cups your overly-sensitive cunt, causing you to whimper at the contact. “I haven’t had this in weeks and I’m about to lose my mind if I don’t get it now.” 

‘God, yes!’ you think, wanting the same thing. You don’t care if you just came or that you're still tingly from your orgasm. You want all of him inside of you. You want to make up for lost time. You also want to make this a night you’ll both remember.

“Before you do,” you softly say, “could you do something for me first?” 

Aizawa hums in agreement in response, swooping down you pepper your ass and lower back in kisses. “Could you blindfold me please?” you boldly ask, swallowing back the nervous lump in your throat.

Aizawa’s kisses stop and you can feel his eyes burning a hole into you. “I’d like you to tie my ankles too,” you timidly add. “I just like being dominated by you, I guess.” 

You begin to feel your body flush with embarrassment at your naughty requests. You know you shouldn’t feel embarrassed as Aizawa has never judged you for what you liked ever since you first started being sexual with one another, but it's still a weird experience. However, he is loving it. With his hands on your sides, he sits you back up until you’re staring into his eyes that are gleaming with adoration.

“You’re too good to me,” he murmurs. “I’ll give you whatever you want.” 

And he does. He wastes not a second more––he takes one of his scarves and ties your ankles first before moving onto your eyes. You’re instantly cloaked in darkness, unable to see even the dim light of the lamp. “I can’t see anything,” you tell Aizawa, not that he asked but just wanting him to know.

Aizawa hums in approval. “Let me know if it’s too much,” he says, his deep voice relaxing your body and easing your anxiety.

This is the first time you’ve done something so daring, but it feels right to do it with him. You know for a fact that Aizawa will do anything to keep you safe and ensure that your protection is his utmost priority. You smell his cologne and naturally musky scent as he leans in to kiss you, the softness of his lips and wetness of his tongue making you moan longingly into his mouth. 

He then moves behind you and takes hold of your hips, coaxing you to lean forward until the side of your face is mushed into the pillow. You stay like that with your knees planted firmly on the mattress and your hands tied behind your back.

Arching your back makes it more comfortable, and definitely more appealing for Aizawa’s eyes judging by the feeling of his bulge brushing against your thigh. “You sure you still want this?” he asks, sounding unsure. “You’re free to revoke consent at any moment, kitty, but I just wanna make sure before we do this.” 

You’ve never been more sure of anything in your life. “Yes,” you softly reply, the anticipation making you breathless. “I still want this.” You push your ass back into him, emitting a groan from his gorgeous mouth when your ass brushes against his hardened, fabric-covered cock. “Please fuck me, Master,” you mew. “Make up for lost time.” 

Aizawa doesn’t need to be told twice. With a feral growl that comes from deep within his chest and sends shivers down your spine, you hear the sound of fabric shifting as he takes his briefs down. You then feel his hard cock press against your entrance, his shaft gliding across your sensitive clit and every nerve of your pussy that screams with pleasure.

You moan, loudly this time, and Aizawa shushes you. “You’ve gotta keep quiet, kitty,” he huffs. “You’ll wake Eri.” You frantically nod and bite your lip so hard that you swear you’ll draw blood. 

You nearly do when Aizawa finally pushes himself inside of you, stopping to let you get used to the feeling of him stretching your pussy out after weeks of not having him. “Take your time, kitty,” he says, his voice strained from the pleasure. But still, he resists and holds completely still. “There’s no rush.” 

It doesn't take much time for you to get used to the feeling of him again. You feel so full. And so complete. “Okay,” you exhale. “I’m okay.”

He immediately begins to slowly rock his hips into you, causing your body to move with him. Your tits sway underneath you and your ass bounces against his lower stomach with every soul-snatching thrust that has you seeing stars. “You like that?” he asks, gripping your hips a little tighter but not enough to draw bruises. 

You moan longingly in response, desperate for more. Though his slow, merciless thrusts feel good, you know that you need it rougher. Harder. Faster. You need him to put your ass to sleep. Aizawa leans down to grip your chin, forcing you to look straight ahead and his cock to sink deeper into you.

A loud, strangled moan leaves your lips at the feeling of him now bottoming out inside of you. “Tell me what you want,” he growls into your ear. “Tell me what you need.” 

“I-I need…” It is difficult to form words when his dick keeps stroking the gummy, gushy walls of your pussy like this, his balls swinging against your clit. His hand circles your throat, squeezing it just enough for you to feel it.

“Speak up,” he demands. “Tell me what you want, kitty cat.” You whimper desperately, conjuring every ounce of willpower to form a coherent sentence. “I want you to fuck me, Sho!” you sob out. “Please fuck me harder! I need it!” 

Aizawa doesn't speak. He just does. He is a man of action, after all, so when you say you want it harder, you get it. He grips your hips, yanking you back against him, and proceeds to pump your poor little pussy full of his cock. His thrusts are hard, rough, and merciless, his balls slapping your clit and his stomach hitting your ass, emitting slapping sounds that are heard throughout the bedroom. His cock reaches every part of your pussy, gliding against your G-spot and stroking your walls that are quickly tightening at the feeling of him.

“This hard enough for you?” he grunts through gritted teeth. “Is this good enough, kitty?” 

You moan into the mattress in response, screaming with every thrust. You can’t keep quiet. You can’t even speak. Words are nothing, your mind too blank to even comprehend a single sentence. You feel a hand suddenly take a chunk of your hair and grip it, causing your face to lift from the mattress.

You gasp at the sharp sting as Aizawa grips your hair, tugging your head back so he can reach you. “I asked you a question,” he growls into your ear. “Tell me what I wanna hear.” 

“Yes!” you cry out, tears pricking your eyes behind your blindfold. “Yes, it feels so good, Master! Please don’t stop!” Satisfied, he loosens his grip on your hair to lower you back down to the bed but doesn’t let go. He keeps a firm hold on your hair as he continues to beat your pussy black and blue until you’re babbling praise, encouraging him to keep going.

“So good, s-so good,” you groan into the mattress. “Please, please, keep going, p-please, please, don’t stop, fuck, fuck, fuck!” 

Aizawa doesn't stop at all. He continues his consistent, merciless thrusts, his hips bumping against your jiggling ass. His moans and grunts mingle with yours and the sloppy, lewd sounds that emit from his cock plunging inside of your cunt again and again. “Listen to that pussy,” he breathlessly snarls. “It's so wet from me…so wet from this shit. Such a naughty fuckin’ kitty.”

He takes one hand off of your hips to grip your shoulder and lifts his leg up as he pounds into you harder, chasing his orgasm. “Look at what you’re doin’ to me. Got me actin’ a fool for you.” 

You suddenly feel something wrap around your neck, tight yet not enough to choke you. One of his scarves creates a makeshift collar around your throat, making the pleasure you're feeling even more intense.

"You've got a pretty lil' collar now," Aizawa growls. "This means you're mine. It's my scarf, so that makes you mine, you understand?"

You whine into the mattress as your own orgasm begins to quickly rise to the surface. You can feel it in your core and the way your clit is starting to swell. “Master,” you warn. “Shouta, I’m gonna cum soon. Gonna…gonna…” 

“Do it,” Aizawa grunts. “Cum all over this dick, baby. I’m right behind you.” He continues to fuck you into his bed, turning your legs to jelly and your pussy to mush. “Gonna cum,” he babbles in a rough, gravely voice that makes your orgasm come a lot faster. “Gonna cum deep in this pussy.” That sends you right over the edge and he isn’t that far behind. 

When your orgasm finally hits you, it hits you hard. It slams into you like a truck, the pleasure so overwhelming that you don’t make any kind of noise until a second later.

“Fuck!” you choke out, your mouth full of cotton from the comforter. You babble and sob nonsense into it, your testament to your overwhelmed ecstasy muffled by the comforter. Aizawa grips your hips for dear life as his body tenses and he cums deep inside of you, a luscious, orgasm-worthy moan leaving his lips.

“Fuck, Y/N!” he yelps, tossing his head back to the ceiling. Though you can’t see, he looks like Adonis with his chiseled pecs and abs glistening in sweat, his black hair cascading down his broad shoulders and back. 

You gasp, feeling his warm cum pouring deep inside of your soaked pussy. There is so much––it drips down your thighs and coats the comforter below, leaving a stain that neither one of you can care about right now. Exhausted, you lose your arch and slump tiredly onto the bed, your limbs giving out on you.

Together, you and Aizawa breathe heavily as if you share one body, recovering from your shared orgasms. After a few slow strokes, Aizawa slowly pulls out of you and you weakly moan at the loss, your pussy twitching from the constant stimulation.

You feel his hand gently stroke your tail and backside, peppering your skin with soft kisses that have you mewing beneath him. You don’t move, too exhausted to do so, but he doesn’t make you. He knows he fucked the life out of you, but it isn’t without satisfaction or gratitude. You’ve never been more satisfied or happier in your life.

“What a way to make up, huh?” Aizawa breathlessly chuckles. You moan tiredly in response. 

The rest of the night drags on in flashes of consciousness as you fall in and out of sleep. You feel Aizawa untie you from his scarves and take off your blindfold. He holds your face as your eyes adjust and the sight of him as the first thing you see is nothing short of heaven.

He presses soft kisses to your lips and whispers praise, talking about how good you were and how he’s never cum that hard in his life. “You’ll be the death of me,” he murmurs against your sweat-soaked forehead. You don’t have enough energy to tell him the same. 

At some point during aftercare, you feel him get out of bed to head to the bathroom and then return with a warm, wet, sudsy rag to clean his cum off of you. You want to tell him to leave it on, liking the feeling of smelling like him, but the warm water caressing your aching thighs and pussy feels too good to refuse. His fingers knead your ankles and wrists, rubbing out the ache that the binds left behind.

During all of this, you fall in and out of sleep, your body too tired to keep yourself awake for any of this. When he finally finishes easing your body down, he gets up again and returns with a soft blanket that feels like silk on your body. He also turns off the light, plunging you into blissful darkness. 

You feel the bed dip as he lays beside you, his arms wrapping tightly around your smaller form. “Thank you,” he whispers to you. “Goodnight, kitty. Have the sweetest dreams. I’ll definitely have them now that you’re here.” 

His sweet words cause a small smile to curl onto your lips, but you’re too tired to do anything more than that. Instinctively, you nuzzle him, marking him as yours as a cat would, claiming him all for yourself. He chortles, hugging you closer as you nuzzle your face into his neck.

When sleep finally comes again, you snuggle up close to your man and drift off with him, finally complete. 

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could you do a hobie x reader where he and his s/o just chilling and the conversation somehow turns to tickling? they’re asking if he is and he’s like;

“i don’t believe in that” before lunging at y/n and absolutely wrecking them while saying shit like

“i can’t believe you’re laughing like this.” while he has the biggest smirk on his face.

could you do a hobie x reader where he and his s/o just chilling and the conversation somehow turns to tickling? they’re asking if he is and he’s like;

“i don’t believe in that” before lunging at y/n and absolutely wrecking them while saying shit like

“i can’t believe you’re laughing like this.” while he has the biggest smirk on his face.

Ler! Hobie x lee! Reader

Im not sure what you meant by the 3rd stanza so this might not be your exact request

"-and that's 'ow I got away with it" you and your boyfriend Hobie would just sit on the couch watching TV and tell stories commonly, he'd sometimes be playing the guitar you'd do what ever you do, it's the most comfortable feeling you two get with your boyfriend literally being an anarchist

"another great adventure of spider-punk and Captain anarchist." She giggles "I gotta start writing this stuff down." You say as you turn on the news, the story is about how tickling is good for reducing anxiety and stress because of dopamine released in the brain

"ey luv?" You hear hobie call you from your trance "Yeah? What's up?" You turn your body to look towards him, which unsurprisingly you see him half sprawled across the couch

"are you ticklish?" Alright y/n there's three ways to deal with this one, you defensively say no, causing suspicion, getting tickled in the end two, blatantly saying yes and getting tickled in the end or three act it out calmly and don't get all defensive.

"no, not really." PERFECT you said it bluntly and calmly no signs of oh crap I got stuff to hide, you look him in the eyes as you say it aswell. "Then ye wouldn't mind if I tested it out, right?" He's says in a somewhat teasing way... Crap "go for it." You realize you are really bad at this "I believe you." He says turning back to the TV, if there is one thank whatever God is out there. He turned to watch the TV as did you, it was a calm silence except hobie had the TV somewhat loud but then you felt a pair of hands squeezing your ribs. You let out a stifles chortle. "Hobie!" You half squeal out

"what? I thought you weren't ticklish?" He teases as he presses his nails into the divots of your ribs. "Nohohoho! STAHAHAHAP ihihihit!" You bat at his hands putting no real effort into stopping him

"but it seems you're enjoying this? You aren't really tryna stop me luv" he teases as he spiders his fingers down to your stomach "nohohoho! Nohohohot thehehere" you try and squirm away but he wraps his arms around you and puts you in a tickle hug

"then what about here? Or here? or maybe here?" He teases as he claws at different places on your stomach before he starts clawing at the sides of your stomach

"SPIHIHIDER!" You yell out the siderversal safe word tears in your eyes. He kisses your cheek and let's you lay on his chest

"what happened to not being ticklish?" He teases.

"shuhut up"

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Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse - Quickfire Review

So I am out of the cinema, and I have thoughts

We've finally reached the sequel to the epic Spider-verse movie, which in itself rewrote the rules on animation while being able to juggle a large cast outside of the Marvel machine.

So let me tell you my experience with the movie

Spoilers for the movie, you've been warned

Okay, this was a lot

It was really good, but it was a lot

I really don't want to speak badly about this movie because it is not at all bad, it's a visual spectacle with many twists and great characters. But I think the plot lost me. The main reason I think it lost me was the crux of 'Canon Events', which I will get more into, but given that last movie was about anyone being a Spider it was irksome that the story is also 'yes but you also have to have the exact same experiences which strips your story of agency'. I also think that the retcon that Peter A would've survived is wrong, and if all Spiders are meant to have the same chain of happening then why is Miles, the anomaly, subject to that rule in a universe where that chain has already happened? Also if he's an anomaly why didn't the universe disappear after a year of him and the Spider from Earth-42 being in this world? In a way it does threaten to lose the heart of what made the first movie so good too.

I also feel like it was two or three movies stitched together, Gwen's story was great, albeit with so much angst, Miles' story in his universe barely got going and Miles vs Spider Society was the main part of the narrative, and while it was woven together well I think the magnitude of it all took me out of it a bit, a lot of the times I felt like it was gonna end and then it went on for another 10-30 minutes, and it is a bad sign when you can feel the length of a movie. Honestly we could've easily gotten away with a Spider-Gwen movie of her own, let it cliffhanger with the cold open we got then have the final interaction with her dad and the infinite amount of colour palettes in this movie with just the Miles stuff going on.

My main character critique is probably the sourness that they did EXACTLY what I feared they would do to Miguel O'Hara. Spider-Man 2099 is my favourite Spider-Man but they really did decuple down on the edginess over the basis of his suit and powers. I mean sure, he has trauma that has killed off the last of his lighthearted value we saw in last-movie's post-credits scene, but most Spiders have trauma, and he did essentially steal another man's life for his own. I think the fact that he puts a ton of pressure on himself to uphold other timelines didn't quite come across so well, because they needed him to take over as the primary antagonist and 'the guy who tells Miles the stuff his mother warns him people may say to him'. Also, Miguel is different from most spiders because he doesn't have his Uncle Ben moment, he was a dick who caught conscience and Alchemax tried to silence him and accidentally gave him spider powers, so that also hinders the 'Canon Events' plot of Uncle Ben and Captain Stacy moments happening. Jessica Drew I struggled to get around to, loved her at the start but then she just started being cold, same can be said for Miles' parents towards Gwen, they picked one thing she couldn't have known they'd dislike and that was their tone towards her for most of their interactions after.

B U T !

Do I intend to watch Beyond the Spider-Verse? Yes! Absolutely.

Because even with the narrative flaws and the irksome nature that some characters are just being cold for little reason and that one of your favourite comics Spider-Man is not represented the same way, there is an extremely good movie in here. The art was amazing, in between all universes, the music was AMAZING, like Gwen vs Vulture just had an amazing soundtrack on its own. And gods all the Easter eggs; game and live action continuity weaved in, Ben Reilly, Unlimited Spidey, Julia Carpenter, adult MayDay Spider, Venom movie shop, even Prowler Donald Glover! There is so much to enjoy and the more you know about the several iterations and media of Spider-Man the more you find to enjoy.

But Hobie (Spider-Punk) stole the fucking show, everything he did was gold, Pavitr was fun but we needed more of him same with Spiderbyte and really Peter B and Miguel, Spot was hilarious too and then terrifying-looking when he reached his full potential, also Penny has an EVA now. The Spiders chase was well done with its clever quips and dynamic use of other spiders, the cold open was also inventive with Renaissance-verse Vulture. And then of course we got a very gripping cliffhanger, I like the squad we have for Gwen to rescue Miles and I can only beg that Lord and Miller manage to tone down and bring Miguel around in a satisfying manner without having to compromise the integrity and heart of the plot as Miles seeks a way to save his father without erasing his universe.

If anything this movie will keep you on your toes, it is stylistic beyond anything you might have seen before, but it can easily get overwhelming. I personally enjoyed as much as Guardians 3, maybe more by a slight margin (the highs are higher but the qualms are greater so hard to tell), but I also feel like it's not better than the first plot-wise just because of that feeling of being overwhelmed. It is worth a watch though for sure.