#Spider-Man reference I apologize

[flycatchxr]

🍻AU WEEK 2024: Staziya in Dark Fantasy owned by @sorrow-already-spoiled 🍻

For the lovely story you wrote me last year! (idc that pink isn’t historically accurate it’s her signature) The brownish overtone is supposed to show it’s aged in some way, and the suspect lineup may or may not be a reference to Staziya getting arrested. Which in my opinion is also a canon event.

[solarhysm]

"what’s your name again?" | JEON JUNGKOOK [FOLLOWERS POLL’s CHOICE]

one shot

> summary: jungkook met you at a costume party for the new year eve. you're bold, drunk and horny.

> pairing: jungkook x reader

> genre: small smut, one shot (shorter than i thought tho)

> warnings: smut, protected sex!!, public quickie in the female restroom (i'm not good with warning)

> word count: 2.8k

*french writer, i apologize in advance for my awful english!

Jungkook never likes masked parties. But when Hoseok suggests going to one where everyone is in costumes, he reluctantly agrees. He has nothing better to do for New Year’s Eve anyway, and it seems better than drinking alone in his apartment. He sighs as someone bumps into him—that’s why he avoids crowded places.

Everyone wears costumes as if it’s Halloween. He’s not surprised to see most of the women in tight, short dresses. Jungkook considered dressing as a character from Squid Game but decided against it—there are already too many of them here.

Instead, he throws on his old Spider-Man costume from Halloween three years ago. It’s been gathering dust in his closet, but it saves him time and money. To account for the cold, he adds gray joggers and an old black sweatshirt. Tonight, he’s not Peter Parker but Miles Morales. He doubts anyone will notice the reference, though.

“Damn, I didn’t expect it to be this crowded,” Jimin says, handing beers to his friends.

Jungkook glances around and nods. It’s New Year’s Eve, so of course, people their age are out celebrating.

“It’s been a shitty year,” Taehyung groans, downing his beer in one gulp before heading to the bar for something stronger. His girlfriend dumped him last month, and he’s still obsessively checking her Instagram, where she flaunts her new boyfriend.

Jungkook shakes his head, amused. It was a rough year. His grandfather was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, none of his romantic flings went anywhere, and the company he worked for went bankrupt. Now, he’s living with his parents –again- and working a terrible job under an abusive boss. He sighs and takes a sip of his beer.

“At least we’re still standing,” Hoseok says, ever the optimist.

As the night goes on, the four friends drink steadily in their corner of the nightclub. Taehyung ends up crying on Hoseok’s shoulder, while Jungkook rolls his eyes.

“I don’t understand,” Taehyung whines. “I’m a good boyfriend! I used to bring her flowers all the time and give her all the attention she wants.”

“She’s a bitch. You’re a good guy,” Jungkook says, leaning closer so Taehyung can hear him over the music. “Stop wasting your tears on someone like her.”

“Maybe I’m bad in bed?”

“Stop it,” Jimin groans, grabbing Taehyung’s shoulder. “With your third leg, it’s definitely not about sex. Some women are just terrible people. Go find someone new tonight.”

“What?” Taehyung sniffles, while Jungkook silently gestures for Jimin to stop talking.

“Yeah, Tae,” Hoseok chimes in. “Find a girl, have some fun, and forget about her.”

Jungkook buries his face in his hands. Taehyung is too drunk for this advice. He’s not a one-night-stand type of guy and will probably end up vomiting on whoever he approaches.

“I need a smoke,” Jungkook mutters, getting up and wiping his hands on his joggers. He weaves through the crowd toward the exit, hating how packed the nightclub is.

“I’m sorry!” a voice gasps as their bodies collide. Jungkook instinctively grabs the stranger’s arm to steady them. Both of them are clearly tipsy, but they look more unsteady than he does.

His gaze falls on the person in front of him—his very own Gwen Stacy. The mask hides all of their face, but the costume piques his interest immediately.

“It’s my fault,” You begin. “I didn’t—” You stop mid-sentence when you look up at him. “Oh, Miles Morales!” You giggle, recognizing his costume. And your laugh makes him smile.

“Hi, Gwen,” Jungkook smirks, the alcohol making him bolder.

“Hi,” you reply as you both step outside into the chilly air. It’s a welcome relief from the stifling crowd inside. Jungkook pulls out a cigarette and lighter.

“I like your costume,” he says, noticing you scanning the crowd inside, probably looking for your friends.

You remove your mask and smile. Jungkook doesn’t expect you to be this attractive—especially the kind of attractive he’s drawn to.

“Thanks. I like yours, even if it’s a little inaccurate,” you tease, making him chuckle.

You pull out your own cigarette, accepting his lighter with a nod of thanks.

“It’s too cold to be Spider-Man.”

“Well, not Tom Holland’s Spider-Man,” you quip, freeing your hair from the costume.

Jungkook’s eyes linger on you briefly before smirking. “Marvel fan?” he asks.

“Hm, you?”

“Hm.”

You’re pretty and a Marvel fan? Jungkook looks up at the dark sky, silently thanking the universe for this coincidence. Before he can come up with something to say, you speak again.

“I almost dressed as Wednesday Addams, but it’s way too cold for that,” you explain, and he nods.

“Wednesday was my first choice, too,” Jungkook jokes, making you laugh.

“I’m Y/N,” you say.

“Jungkook,” he replies.

“Did you come alone, Spiderman?” you ask, and Jungkook shakes his head.

“I came with some friends.”

“Yeah, me too. It was either this or sleeping early. I figured it’d be more fun to get drunk,” you say, tossing the bud of your cigarette. Jungkook licks his lips with a smile. He guesses you’re a yapper, which is a good thing because he’s not drunk enough to talk freely without embarrassment. “Do you drink tequila shots, Spiderman?”

“Are you offering?” he teases, and you nod. “Alright.”

Even though he asks, once you’re at the bar ordering a round of six tequila shots, Jungkook is the one handing over his credit card to the bartender. You scold him, insisting you’ll pay for the next round. He’s just happy that you’re thinking about continuing the night with him, though he’s a little apprehensive about drinking more.

“Alright, on three,” you say with a smile, counting down before you both toss back the first shot and bite into a lemon. “Where are your friends?”

“Somewhere in the club,” Jungkook replies, his head nodding to the rhythm of the music.

You grab his hand and guide him to the dancefloor. Jungkook marvels at how easygoing you are. Most girls he meets play hard to get, but you’re different—just here, vibing with everyone around you. His smile widens as he watches you mimicking the dance steps of a guy dressed as a banana.

You burst into laughter when you mess up the choreography, and the banana-guy spins you back toward Jungkook, probably assuming the two of you came together. You stumble into his arms, your rosy cheeks and bright giggles captivating him even though he can barely hear it over the music.

After the fourth shot, Jungkook has to stop, reaching his limit. He isn’t used to drinking this much, especially tequila. But he chuckles, watching as you confidently take down two more. When you turn to him, he shakes his head in disbelief.

“Already?” you tease, giggling, and he rolls his eyes, amused. You finish the remaining shots by yourself, and he’s genuinely impressed. How can someone as small as you handle so much alcohol?

Jungkook blinks a few times, shaking his head. He’s almost certain you’re going to regret this if you keep bouncing around to the music like that.

“Are you drunk?” you ask, leaning closer, and he nods, patting his chest to settle the burn in his throat.

He grabs a bottle of water he ordered, takes a sip, and offers it to you. But you shake your head, and Jungkook can’t help but feel a strange responsibility to make sure you’re okay. You’ve only just met, but he’s already trying to sober you up a bit—anything to avoid you ending the night sick.

“Do you drink often?” Jungkook asks, grimacing as he takes another sip of water. He’s already done with tequila—probably for life.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you chuckle, your tone playful as you make him smile and shrug.

“Just that you definitely know how to hold your liquor.”

“I just needed to get drunk and forget this year,” you admit, tossing your hair over your shoulder.

“Do you want me to walk you to your friends?” Jungkook offers, his voice laced with concern.

“Are you tired of me, Spider-Man?” you joke, swaying slightly as you both half-dance to the pulsing music.

“W-What? No!” Jungkook stammers, looking adorably flustered, and you laugh at his reaction.

“I’m kidding,” you say, nudging his shoulder with a grin.

“Can… I have your number? Or maybe your social media?” he asks, leaning closer to your ear to make himself heard over the music. You pull back to meet his gaze, your hands resting lightly on his shoulders for balance. Both of you have hooded eyes, softened by the alcohol and dim lights.

Jungkook feels a rush of admiration for your boldness. You don’t care about the people around you or their opinions. His hand hesitates before resting on the small of your back. You tilt your head, your nose brushing his as your lips hover dangerously close.

“Do you want to have fun?” you murmur, your mouth brushing his ear, the music muffling everything else.

“What kind of fun?” he asks, his breath caressing your cheek. He feels himself leaning into the moment, emboldened by your energy. Why not? There’s nothing wrong with a little flirting with a stranger on New Year’s Eve.

You smirk slowly, your hand slipping into his to guide him off the dancefloor. Jungkook frowns slightly in confusion when you lead him into the women’s restroom. Before he can ask why, you cup his face, pulling him into a kiss that sends his heart racing.

He finds it thrilling—kissing someone he just met, in a place he’d never expect. It’s not the kind of fun he was imagining, but he’s definitely not complaining. You guide him blindly into one of the stalls, closing the door behind you as he presses you against it.

“What if someone catches us?” he whispers, his lips trailing along your jaw.

“We can stop if you want,” you reply, threading your fingers into his hair before pulling him into another heated kiss.

“No,” he says honestly, making you smile. “But we’re drunk.”

“Can’t get hard when you’re drunk?” you tease, your lips brushing the column of his neck. Jungkook chuckles darkly, grabbing your hand and guiding it to his joggers. Your eyes light up as you feel his growing arousal beneath the fabric.

Jungkook’s breath hitches as your hand starts to stroke him above his jogger. His mind races—this is new for him. He’s had his share of casual flings, but never with a stranger and never in public. Surprisingly, the thrill of possibly being caught makes the moment even more exhilarating.

He wonders if you’ve done this before—you seem so at ease. But before he can ask, your hand slides under the waistband of his joggers, palming his growing bulge. His eyes close almost instantly, a soft groan escaping him as your touch sends heat coursing through his body. His own hands find your backside, squeezing gently, grounding himself in the moment.

“Do you want to fuck me?” you whisper, nipping lightly at the sensitive skin of his neck.

“What—I—right now?” he stammers, wide-eyed, and you nod. Pressing your back against the door, you reach behind to unzip the bottom of your costume, your movements deliberate and teasing. Jungkook’s gaze remains locked on you, his mind racing.

His eyes widen further as he begins patting the pockets of his joggers in a frantic search for his wallet. He knows there’s a condom in there—he’s certain he hasn’t used it. A chance like this? No way he’s letting it slip by. He’s just a guy, after all, and if a beautiful woman wants him, Jungkook isn’t about to say no.

“What are you doing?” you ask, laughing as his wallet slips from his fumbling hands. He scrambles to catch it, earning another amused giggle from you.

When he finally retrieves the little plastic wrapper, he holds it up proudly. You smirk, pulling him into a heated kiss while he helps you peel off the bottom half of your costume. The black panties underneath match the dark tights perfectly, a sight that makes Jungkook’s breath hitch. His hands twitch at his sides, trying to maintain control.

“I’ve never done this before,” he admits softly, hiking your leg up to wrap around his waist, pressing you against him.

“Yeah, me neither,” you reply with a playful giggle, one hand gripping his shoulder for balance while the other threads through his messy hair. “New year, new experiences, right?”

“You’re really something else,” he chuckles, his tone equal parts admiration and disbelief. His eyes meet yours, silently asking for permission. You nod, and his hand slides between your thighs, fingertips brushing against you through the thin fabric of your panties.

“Fuck,” you whisper, your head falling back against the door as your hips instinctively press into his touch. Your reaction sends a shiver down his spine; he swears he’s never heard anyone curse so beautifully.

Jungkook frees himself from his boxers, giving his cock a few slow strokes while watching your every reaction. His gaze flickers between your face and the way your body trembles under his hand. When he pushes your panties aside, he hesitates momentarily to open the condom.

“Tell me to stop,” he says suddenly, his voice wavering as he tries to cling to the last shred of his rationality.

“Don’t you dare,” you reply with a grin, tugging at his boxers to free him completely. He groans, any semblance of self-control slipping away as he feels your hand stroke him again, this time skin-on-skin.

The muffled music from the club outside only adds to the surrealness of the moment. Every so often, someone walks into the restroom, and Jungkook tenses, half-expecting a knock on the door. But the thrill of being caught only seems to heighten his excitement. When you grab his face to focus him on you, your lips brushing against his, he realizes he’s long past the point of no return.

“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath as he rolls the condom over his length. His other hand pushes his joggers just low enough to give him room to move. “Are you sure?” he asks one last time, his voice trembling with need.

“Yes,” you answer without hesitation, guiding him to your entrance. His fingers dig into your hips as he presses forward slowly, the stretch eliciting soft gasps from both of you. He stills for a moment, his forehead resting against yours as he adjusts to the overwhelming sensation.

“God, you’re so tight,” he whispers, his voice rough with desire.

“Please, move,” you urge him in a whine, your nails digging into his shoulders. He doesn’t need to be told twice. His hips pull back before snapping forward, setting a steady rhythm that has you biting your lip to keep from moaning too loudly.

Jungkook’s movements grow more erratic as he loses himself in the sensation of you. The cramped space of the stall, the muffled music, and the ever-present risk of being caught only add to the intensity. His hands roam your body, gripping your thighs and waist as he thrusts into you with increasing urgency.

“You feel so good,” he groans, his voice a low rumble in your ear.

“Faster,” you gasp, your hands sliding down to grab his ass and urge him deeper. He obliges, his pace quickening until the sound of your bodies colliding fills the small space. “Fuck –“

You bite down on his shoulder to muffle your moans, and he curses under his breath, the combination of your teeth and the tight grip of your walls pushing him closer to the edge.

“I’m close,” he whispers, his breath hot against your neck. His thrusts grow rougher, the door rattling slightly with each movement.

“Me too,” you manage to reply, your voice shaky as the tension in your body builds. His thumb finds your clit, circling it with just enough pressure to send you spiraling over the edge. Your walls tighten around him as you climax, your muffled cries vibrating against his skin.

“Fuck,” Jungkook groans, his hips stuttering as he follows you, spilling into the condom with a final deep thrust. He collapses against you, his chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath. The countdown outside ends in cheers and shouts of celebration, but neither of you notices, still lost in the aftershocks of your high.

For a moment, the two of you stay like that, tangled together in the aftermath. Then Jungkook pulls back slightly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. The sounds of celebration seep back in as you both begin to steady your breathing.

“That was…” he trails off, unable to find the right words. “Hot.”

You smirk, cupping his face to leave a lingering kiss on his swollen lips.

“Happy New Year,” you whisper, your voice soft but playful.

“Happy New Year,” he replies, his hand snaking behind your neck to pull you into another kiss, this one just as passionate as the last. Jungkook knows he has to go back to his friends soon.

“What’s your name again?” you laugh, your breath mingling with his as he chuckles.

“Jungkook. Yours?”

“Y/N.”

hiiii!! first of all, happy new year to you all. may 2025 be a better year for you. secondly, i know, I KNOW, i'm a little late with the one shot i promised, i'm sorry! i was too busy those last few days. to be honest, the one shot didn't result as i was hoping for. I had a few ideas about it and it doesn't look like... what i expected. but i promise you a jk one shot for the new year so here it is. i'll do better next time, i swear!! but i do hope that you enjoyed reading it <3 I'll see you around, and on that, i'm going back to write the DOU chapter 6 now that i have free time!! luv y’all — Riza

[the-broken-truth]

Platonic Yandere Miguel O'Hara w/ Spider Society Teenage Female Reader

Summary: Since you were 10 years old, you've been a member of the Spider-Society. Now, at 15, Miguel has grown fond of you. However, when he mistakenly refers to you by his deceased daughter's name, you feel a need to pull away. Despite your attempts to distance yourself, Miguel is unwilling to let you go.

"Where is [Name]?" Miguel asked himself from his perch before his holographic tablets when Lyla materialized before him and informed him that [Name] was in another universe dealing with an Anolmany with Miles and Gwen but Miguel was unhappy to hear that news; he didn't like Name hanging around Miles or Gwen; he thought they were bad influences on her but she stayed on the straight and narrow path and Miguel couldn't be happier with that. Suddenly, a portal opened and the three Spider-People walked out of the portal with Anolmany in a webbed cage.

"[Name], come here for a moment." Miguel said as he pushed the holographic tablet away from his face and jumped off his platform to walk over to the masked girl, who pulled her mask off; revealing her young face.

"What can I do for you, Miguel? Miles, Gwen, and I are going to get some burgers and fries for lunch." [Name] gestured her thumb to her friends who just waved when they were mentioned but Miguel just looked at her.

"I have expressed that I didn't like you hanging out with them. You need to stay with me and I'll take you to get dinner later." Miguel said but [Name] shook her head and took a step back.

"They are my friends, Miguel, and they want to hang out with me before I'm sent back to my world and I want to spend time with them." She explained but Miguel was not happy to hear that - you were pulling away from him.

"Gabby, I told you not to talk to them. We are to monitor the Multi-Verse and then we are going to get dinner before I send you home." Miguel said and [Name's] eyes widened at the name he called her.

"What did you just call me?" [Name] said in a hushed whisper. Miguel was a little confused until he realized what he said and tried to apologize but [Name] just walked away from him and back to Miles and Gwen before the 3 of them walked out of the Spider-Society Headquarters to get their food. Miguel stood there with a heartbroken expression on his face but that soon faded away when he realized the real problem; it wasn't him, it was Miles and Gwen, they were turning you against him and he needed to do something about it. He turned and jumped back on his platform before doing some digging on your file - he was going to keep his little girl safe.

After lunch, you bid Miles and Gwen goodbye before you activated your gizmo to open a portal back to your Universe's Earth - it opened on the top of a building a few clicks away from your apartment and you webbed your way over there before entering in a window you always kept open in your room, the lights were off but as soon as you turned them on, you knew someone had been in your apartment. For starters, the room was clean and it hadn't been cleaned since you started the Spider-Woman Gig a while ago, your dirty clothes were now cleaned a folded neatly on your bed in piles of shirts and pants, and your undergarments were untouched in the basket by the bed.

You removed your mask and sniffed the air - someone was cooking in your kitchen. You grabbed your baseball bat, not wanting to reveal your identity as Spider-Woman to the intruder, and walked into the kitchen but the bat was snatched out of your hand by a red web.

Wait.

Red Web?!

"Miguel?!" You yelled at the man standing in your kitchen making lasagna that he was taking out of the oven with your oven mitts on his hands before placing the cooked food on the stove to cool and turned to face you.

"You're home. Sit down, dinner will be ready in a moment." Miguel said in his casual voice before going to wash his hands in your sink.

"What the hell are you doing in my house, cooking in my kitchen like you live here?!" You demanded to know.

"Language, Mija. Now, you got some mail while you were gone; you really need to do something about that water bill, but don't worry, I paid for all of your bills for the next 5 months." Miguel said as he walked over to you and ushered you to take a seat at the table.

"You didn't answer my question: What the fuck are you doing in my house?!" You pushed him away from you and glared in his face.

"Language, once again, Mija. I'm here to take care of you since you can't take care of yourself and you disobeyed me when I told you not to hang out with Miles and Gwen. You need Parental Guidance, [Name], and I'm going to be the one who gives it to you." Miguel said.

"Parental Guidance?! Miguel, you aren't my father and you never will be; I knew something was off about you when you calledme by your daughter's name but that's why I decided to keep my distance form you. Now, leave my house and don't come back here." You said as you pointed toward the door. Miguel just looked at the door before grabbed you by the arm and pulled you towards the chair and forced you to sit but before you could get back up again, he webbed you to the chair.

"We are going to have a nice dinner as Father and Daughter, you will watch your language and allow your father to feed you since you clearly don't know how to act like an adult." Miguel glared at you with his red eyes before walking into the kitchen to make the plates of food. You had to get out of here but how?

[amhrosina]

It's Always Been You

Summary: You and Miguel are forced to confront your feelings for one another after a dangerous mission goes awry.

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara (Spider-Man 2099) x fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

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a/n: i cannot stop thinking about this man ohmygod anyways im overwhelmed by the love being shown for my other miguel fic and cant wait to add more to this community!!! thank you!!! (should i do a part two with smut? like friends to lovers first time?? lemme know <;3)

warnings: friends to lovers, arguing, some angst, love confessions!!!!!, reader calls miguel a name, idiots in love tbh, references to a dangerous situation (but no details i kept it super vague lol), starts to get a little suggestive at the end but is like 99% fluff

Miguel was ignoring you. Not in the usual, self-brooding, grumpy way he sometimes did when he was having a bad day, but in the way that told you he was furious with you. Anger had been radiating off of him in waves since your chaotic return to Nueva York a few hours earlier, and you, along with every other Spider-person at headquarters, was avoiding his workspace like the plague. It wasn’t like you hadn’t tried to console him, but you knew, probably better than anyone, that when Miguel wanted to brood, he would. You would try again later, and eventually you’d make him laugh, and the world would right itself again. It always did.

Spider-Woman huffed, plopping into the seat next to yours in the cafeteria, slamming her tray down hard enough to knock your tablet on its side. Clearly, she was upset about something. 

“Is everyone pissed off today?” You asked indignantly.

She glared at you, shoving a bite of sandwich in her mouth before answering.

“Miguel’s being pissy.” She glared at you. “And it’s your fault.”

“I can’t imagine why. We got the guy, didn’t we?” 

“We both know what you did was reckless.” Her glare intensified, and your annoyance shifted to guilt. It was a reckless move, but it worked. 

“He was being torn to shreds. I did what any of us would’ve done. If he has a problem, he can come talk to me about it instead of hiding from all of us like a teenager.”

Her gaze softened. “He has a lot on his plate.”

“So?” You combatted, annoyed all over again.

“So, I think maybe what happened today scared him, and he doesn’t know how to process his feelings about it.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You shrugged, refusing to meet her gaze.

“You’re his best friend, and he almost lost you today. Go talk to him.” She suggested, patting your shoulder. “I think it’ll do everyone some good. And I do mean everyone. He’s scary when he’s mad.”

You shrugged her off, finishing your dinner in silence. If Miguel was so pissed, why couldn’t he come talk to you about it? Why, after years of knowing each other, were you still the one approaching him with an apology? Why couldn’t he just say what he meant for once?

But of course, after you finished your dinner and realized, hopelessly, that the only person you wanted to see was, in fact, Miguel, you huffed and began the trek to his office, where you knew he’d still be brooding.

The tension in the building had lessened after many of the spider-people had returned to their own universes, glad to get away from the uncomfortable elephant in the room, but that didn’t stop your stomach from clenching when you rounded the corner into Miguel’s dim, untidy workspace.

He was hunched over his desk, scribbling something down on a piece of paper. From your position, you had a clear view of the damage that had been done to his back earlier that day. You winced, thinking back to the few seconds of absolute terror you’d experienced when you’d seen the anomaly tearing into Miguel’s skin. The claw marks had already healed a little, now just raw, nasty looking scratches down the curve of his spine. 

He turned at the sound of your footsteps, though he had likely heard you coming since you stepped foot out of the cafeteria. Anger flickered in his cold gaze, but he was still here, decidedly not hiding from you, which was a good sign. You stepped into the workspace, setting the extra food you’d bought for him down before fully turning to face him.

“Hey.” You murmured. “Brought you some dinner.”

His gaze flicked from your awkward stance to the box of food on the table. “Thanks.”

Short. Blunt. To the point. You sighed.

“You’re still mad, then?” You asked, crossing your arms.

“Are you saying I shouldn’t be mad at the stunt you pulled today?” He glared, standing to his full height and towering over you.

“I’m saying you shouldn’t be mad at me for saving your life, asshole.” You looked up at him, refusing to back down.

“I had it under control. It was my anomaly to handle.” His nostrils flared with anger. 

You threw your hands up indignantly. “It was our anomaly to handle, and I handled it just fine! In case you don’t remember, I was good enough at handling myself to be recruited by you for this stupid team!”

“What you did was incredibly stupid. The anomaly could have killed you. Don’t you get that?”

“The anomaly was killing you. I did what I thought was best-”

“Exactly. You did what you thought was best and didn’t think once about the team. You risked an entire universe to show off!” He cut you off, slamming his hands on the desk on either side of you, effectively cornering you.

Your voices had risen considerably since your initial arrival, and you were now inches apart, screaming at each other.

“To show off?” You pushed at his enormous chest, vision blurred with a mixture of tears and anger. “I risked an entire universe to protect you, you asshole! Everything I do is to protect you.”

He grabbed your wrists, easily stopping your arms from pushing him again. 

“You could have died.” He grunted, squeezing your wrists.

“Why do you even care, Miguel? The anomaly was taken care of, just like it always is. We’ll go take care of another one tomorrow, just like we always do.”

“Because I love you, obviously!” He yelled, releasing his grip on you and taking a full step backwards. Stunned into silence, neither of you said anything for a full ten seconds. He began pacing in front of you, hands on his hips, breathing heavily as the magnitude of what he’d just revealed fully hit him. He paused when he heard you sniffle, and began speaking.

“I love you. Can’t you see that?” He asked, stepping close to you. Tears welled in your eyes, and you couldn’t bear to look up at him for fear that it might be a dream, or worse, a cruel trick of his. “I care because I love you, and I almost lost you. I-” he swallowed thickly, “I almost lost it when I realized what you were doing. And when we couldn’t find you after? That was the worst thirty seconds of my life.” He shook his head, clearing the thoughts from his mind. “I can’t lose you. Do you understand that? You’re mine. I can’t lose you, baby.”

You finally lifted your chin, meeting his gaze. He tentatively cradled your cheeks, wiping away the stray tears that had snuck down your face during his speech. 

“I love you, too.” You murmured, nuzzling into his palm. “But you can’t expect me to just watch while you’re being torn to shreds. I had to do something.”

He nodded, though it clearly pained him to agree with you about it. “I know. And I know you can handle yourself. I’m sorry for getting so angry, but you have to understand that your safety is the most important thing to me when we go chasing after anomalies. And I know that it should be saving the universes that we’re in, but it’s not. It’s you, and it’s always been you. Don’t ask me to change that. It will always be you.”

You blinked up at him in stunned silence, nodding. You couldn’t remember when your feelings for Miguel had shifted to something beyond friendly, but you’d never before allowed yourself the fantasy of him loving you in return. It was something you’d come to terms with months ago, accepting that you’d never get to hold him the way he deserved to be held. But now he was standing with you, holding you, begging you to understand that all of his anger has been out of pure, unselfish love for you. 

“I won’t ask you to change that.” You conceded, a small grin forming on your face, “As long as you promise to at least try to stay out of harm’s way.”

“I promise, but you know harm seems to seek me out no matter what.” His grin mirrored the one on your face. He shifted his head down, stopping only centimeters away from your lips. “If I asked you to kiss me right now, would you?”

“That depends.” You breathed, heart thundering in your chest. “Are you going to be this dramatic every time I save your ass, O’Hara?”

He chuckled, cradling your head in his massive hands. “Maybe. Yes. Definitely.”

You shrugged, nodding. “Okay.”

“Okay?” He asked, eyes flicking between your gaze and your lips.

“Okay.” You bobbed your head once and then leaned in.

He captured your lips in an earth-shattering kiss, exploring every inch of what you offered to him eagerly. His hands roamed the length of your body, pulling you fully against his heated skin. You melted into him, pliable to his every whim and desire, going exactly where he wanted you to go, doing exactly what he wanted you to do. Heat coiled in your entire body, poised to erupt at the slightest touch he offered. You reached forward, tugging at the material around his waist. If he wasn’t inside of you soon, you thought you might explode. His hands wandered below your waistband, too, eager to please.

A loud clunking sound from around the corner had you springing apart, panting, overheated, and completely high off one another’s touch. It wasn’t that you were embarrassed to be seen kissing Miguel. In fact, you were planning on kissing him at every moment possible, if he’d let you. It was the fact that you’d very nearly allowed him to strip you naked and have his way with you in his very public office. He seemed to be thinking the same thing, coming to his senses and adjusting the uncomfortable looking bulge in his pants as the sound of footsteps grew nearer.

“Miguel, you’re going to be in an even worse mood if you don’t just go talk to her. I mean, really, you’re both acting like idiots and clearly love each oth- oh!”

Spider-Woman came into view, waving her hands frantically and then doing her very best to hide the smile growing on her face. You shifted your feet awkwardly, trying your best to look like you hadn’t had Miguel’s tongue shoved down your throat ten seconds earlier. Miguel, as stoic and unperturbed as ever, had simply bent down and returned to scribbling on the paper from earlier, which made you involuntarily scowl. He always looked so cool. It was annoying.

“Am I…interrupting something?” Spider-Woman asked, smirking. Clearly, you weren’t doing a great job hiding anything from her. 

“What was that you were saying when you came in? Something about my mood?” Miguel asked, lifting his gaze to hers.

“Oh, nothing!” She grinned, turning on her heels and leaving the room as fast as she had entered it.

Miguel looked at you, suddenly shy now that you were alone together again. “Wanna bet how long it’ll be before she spills the beans to someone about us?”

You barked a laugh. “I’ll give you my entire paycheck if she hasn’t announced it to someone already.” 

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His Reason to Fanboy 🦸‍♀️ | Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia imagine

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Characters & Pairings: Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia x MovieStar!reader (romantic) Dagger squad (platonic), Marvel actors (platonic)

Content Warnings: fluff, slight profanity, pop culture references, timeline events not completely in order | Female!reader (she/her) | wc: about 7k

Requested 📨 yes/no for Anonymous (tagging @eternalsams though cause I know how much you love Mickey <3)

Premise: Little was known about the private life of energetic WSO Mikey 'Fanboy' Garcia to his fellow Top Gun alum. He was a walking encyclopedia when it came to all thing's superheroes and Hollywood's biggest stars. So it's the biggest surprise of their lives when the face behind his call sign Fanboy is revealed after years of wondering who claimed his heart when he was just a teenager.

Note: gosh writing this reminded me how much i love writing famous!reader x dagger pairings. this was so fun and long awaited so big apologies to the person who requested this last summer 🥰🥹. I hope it was worth the wait and I did it justice!! 🫶🏼

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If there is one thing the Dagger squad knows about their energetic WSO, Mickey Garcia, it’s that he lives up to his callsign Fanboy. Everyday they bear witness to his knowledge of all things superheroes and who’s dating who in Hollywood. The man’s apartment--or dorm on base depending on where he is--gives away all his interests and pop culture loves. Anyone who becomes friends with Mickey would have no trouble finding a birthday gift. There'd be endless ideas. 

Each room of his home had its own theme. Go to the bathroom and you’re hit with his love for Star Wars. Doctor Who memorabilia coats his kitchen. Then his living room looks straight out of Avengers tower. Throughout the apartment there’s knick knacks from attending a multitude of conventions, including a wall dedicated to signed pictures and movie posters. 

“Damn, Garcia,” Hangman whistles, roaming the vast collection. “You sure are a collector.” The WSO laughs, waltzing to his fridge to collect a case of beers for the squad. 

“My pride and joy.”

“I can see that,” Jake stops in front of a glass case filled to the brim with Funko Pops and figurines. One striking detail was the majority being characters of a certain actress hot in the Hollywood scene. “I see you also got a crush on Y/n L/n.” 

The name sent a large smile on Mickey’s face, filling his chest with warmth and butterflies, though his friends were too occupied to notice. “You can say that.” 

“C’mon, Mickey!” Y/n shouted at him from the sidewalk, waving a hand frantically toward the movie theater. “We’re gonna miss it!” It was a packed house, Mickey weaving through a horde of people after his mother dropped him off, promising to pick the two teenagers once the film ended. Listed in bold letters on the showings were “Spider-Man 2”, along with several others but they didn’t matter to them. They were there for the newest Spider-Man, having anticipated it all year.

Y/n stood with a cross body bag filled with candy, holding up the tickets. “You’re lucky I already got our seats.” Mickey fell into step as she led them inside, rolling his eyes playfully.

“At the very least we’d miss the previews, Y/n.” He held the door open, “not the end of the world.” 

“Speak for yourself,” she teased, thanking him in the process. Together they beelined for the concessions. With a soda and popcorn bucket in their hands the teens made it to their seats right as the lights dimmed. Y/n visibly excited during the trailers for National Treasure, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Then when it came time for the movie to start, she barely touched the popcorn. Leaving Mickey to enjoy it for himself. They shared candy and gasps during intense scenes. 

When the film ended the teens made their way out immersed in a debrief, “Harry is going to be a problem in the next one,” Y/n predicted with confidence, “Now that he knows Peter is Spider-Man, he’s gonna go after him to avenge his father.” The girl threw her hands up, “Which wasn’t even his fault!” 

Mickey laughed, popping a few leftover skittles in his mouth, “I’m kinda sad about Octavius. He had a change of heart in the end.” 

“Yeah,” she agreed with a sigh. They walked in the direction of the Dairy Queen next to the theater. Craving some ice cream while they waited for Mickey’s mom. “I hope one day I can be in one.” Mickey peered at her, frowning at her tone which was a mix of longing and sadness.

“A superhero movie?” 

“Any movie really,” she chuckled, pushing her hands in the pockets of her denim jacket. “A superhero one would be amazing--just because I love them so much.” Since they became friends at eight years old and their shared interest in comics, Y/n and Mickey watched pretty much every superhero movie to exist. Only when they turned 10 did their parents allow them to go to the theaters on opening weekend with supervision. It was the past year they were able to go alone now that they were fifteen and in high school.

Living in California, on the outskirts of Los Angeles, Y/n had always had a desire to go into acting. Begging her family to take her to auditions. Which was difficult considering they had full time jobs. Y/n’s mother a paralegal and her father a mechanic. When Y/n turned 10 her parents agreed to take her to commercial auditions on weekends. She landed several jobs, including ones for well known brands like Coca-Cola, Cheerios, and Motarola to promote their new phone. Children's toys, and hotel marketing. Recently came guest roles on popular tv-shows, like That’s So Raven, House, and voice acting on Danny Phantom. She had her agent to thank for that. 

But she was itching for that big break.

“You’ll make it, Y/n,” Mickey put his arm around her shoulder, the girl leaning in. “You’re the most ambitious, hard-driven, working person I’ve ever met. You’ve got family and friends who support you. An agent who cares about you.” If there was one thing he was right about it was her support team. Y/n’s agent Tanya had been with Y/n for two years and worked endlessly to secure her projects. The two were introduced in 2002 shortly after Y/n had a small role of a young vampire in Queen of the Damned. Her first feature debut, but it was so small she wasn’t listed on the credits. 

Tanya believed in Y/n more than anyone else. She was the reason Y/n appeared on more tv-shows than commercials within the last two years. While getting movie roles proved difficult, Tanya was determined and had Y/n pumping out auditions left and right. 

Mickey squeezed her shoulder gently, adding a friendly kiss to her cheek that made her heart flutter. “It’ll happen.You just have to be patient.” 

If only the two had made a bet that day. Mickey never lost faith in Y/n’s potential. And when they finally entered a relationship junior year after years of mutual pining it only heightened. They both attended University of Southern California, Y/n pursuing acting while Mickey studied aeronautical engineering. While finishing high school, Y/n auditioned consistently for L.A productions, accumulating credits on Constantine (which had her loss for words getting to work with Keanu Reeves), Ugly Betty, Bring It On: All or Nothing, and her personal favorite, X-Men: The Last Stand. Then in 2006 she had credits on Transformers, Knocked-Up, and Freedom Writers which were released in 2007. Those roles would benefit her in the years to come for the connections she made with co-stars. 

Her building resume those years resulted in Y/n getting that big break she dreamed off. One crisp January day in 2007, having just wrapped on a guest appearance on Suite Life of Zack & Cody, Y/n received a call from Tanya. Changing the trajectory of her career forever. 

“I’ve got you an audition to play Robert Downey Jr.’s daughter in this new Iron Man production.”

Y/n literally spit out her soda, choking as she tried to say, “I’m sorry, did you say Iron Man.” Of course she heard correctly, but Y/n being the massive comic fan she had to be sure. 

“Yes,” Tanya chuckled, Y/n could hear her typing away on her laptop. “I’m emailing you the scene--you’ll read for Jon Favreau, Kevin Feige and the casting director. There’s a chance Robert might be there for you two to do a chemistry read.” 

Y/n rushed to her laptop, nearly running into the wall of her dorm when she cut the corner too fast. The *ding* of the email coming through sounded, Y/n sliding into her chair at a rapid speed to open the document and print it out. 

“So you’ll do it?” Tanya’s voice reminded the girl she was still on the phone. 

“Where do I meet you?”

Now if Y/n were being honest, she wasn’t too confident of her chances of getting the role. It was the inaugural film of this highly anticipated Marvel franchise. Not to mention an L.A set so who knows how many up and coming actors are fighting for a spot. Y/n knew her odds were slim. But she was going to give the best damn performance ever. 

She planned to tell Mickey about the audition once she knew the outcome. As much as she loved and trusted him and his faith in her, Y/n didn’t want to disappoint him. Not that she ever could, Mickey adored her and supported everything she did. But since he loved superheroes as much as her, this was important to him as well.

The audition process was a long and painful process. Following the initial reading, Y/n had been called back four more times as the team narrowed down their choices. They did several scenes, particularly the ones with Robert since the character would be on screen with him the most. Each time Y/n read with Robert it was nerveracking, but she handled it well and really put her acting capabilities to the test. The man complimented her after every session to which she was grateful for. It boosted her confidence. Even if she didn’t get the role, Y/n was thankful for the experience and hoped to work with Robert in the future. 

After a grueling month-long process, Y/n received the call she’d been waiting for. From Kevin Feige himself. “We want you to be our Jordyn Stark.” It took everything in Y/n to hold back her screams of joy. Releasing them the second they ended the call. She nearly woke up the entire dorm hall, thankfully no cops were called. 

Mickey was over the moon when she told him the news. Jumping from his side of the booth to pull her up into a massive hug. Kissing all over her face, “Oh my God this is amazing!! You’re gonna be a superhero--I knew you could do it! Holy shit!” They looked like little kids in a candy store, bouncing up and down in a fit of excitement.

Proud of his girlfriend, Mickey dragged her to the nearest comic store. Purchasing a comic that featured her character and figurine. “Will you do me the honor,” he held up a sharpie, grinning at the look of joy on her face, “of signing this for me. I want to be the first person to have THE Jordyn Stark aka THE Iron Lady,” he winked, and finished, “aka THE Y/n L/n’s autograph.” 

Tears formed in her eyes. Both from the overwhelming amount of happiness and because of Mickey’s whole show. People passing by gave confused looks, unaware the girl was about to become the face of a whole generation. 

Iron Man’s release sparked a new era in Hollywood. Marvel Studios got the green light to begin plans for a whole phase of projects in the universe. Reception to Y/n’s performance of Jordyn Stark was well received. Fans and critics praised her, fellow actors committing she was the scene stealer. 

Rosario Dawson, a massive comic book fan, stated in an interview when asked if she saw Iron Man, “Are you kidding? I saw it three times in theaters--I was blown away! And the girl who played Tony’s daughter, I believe Y/n is her name, oh my gosh she was amazing,” the woman talked with her hands, “Every scene she was in had me either laughing, on the edge of my seat, or simply going ‘wow, this girl is talented’. She matched Robert’s energy on screen so you’d think they are a father-daughter duo in real life.” 

Samuel L. Jackson, who would go on to be Y/n’s co-star in future Marvel films and Hollywood projects, said, “Look I don’t say this lightly, but that girl is gonna go places. And to think this is her first big supporting role in a motion picture!” He smiled brightly, “what a talent.”

Y/n was full of excitement, not hesitating to sign her name on the dotted line for a multi-picture contract--but not before her agent and lawyer read over it. The success she garnered from Iron Man occurred rather quickly. In the following year Y/n found herself attending award shows for the first time. Winning Best Supporting Actress in an Action Movie, Best Scene Stealer, Best Duo with Robert Downey Jr. and Best Breakthrough Actress at the MTV Movie Awards. She also won her category for the Kids Choice and Teen Choice Awards. 

Before long her agent was blowing up her phone. Iron-Man 2, 3 and The Avengers were already accounted for and Y/n wanted to lengthy her filmography to prevent being typecast. Obviously she loved Superhero/Action movies, but she desired to be a versatile actress. Countless auditions, but Y/n soon became a staple name in the early 2010s with performances in Tron: Legacy, Black Swan, Insidious, Grown Ups, Contagion, teaming up again with RDJ and Jude Law in Sherlock Holmes. Then in 2012-2014 Y/n added Men In Black 3, The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn, Enemy, The Hunger Games: Mockinjay and Interstellar to her list. Working with amazing directors and popular franchises pushed her into international stardom. Plus making lifetime collaborations. 

Oh, and can’t forget being nominated for Best Supporting Actress at the Oscars and Golden Globes. Winning the latter and making Y/n one of Hollywood's most desired acts. Now whenever she appears in a project, the Golden Globe Winner precedes her name.

And Mickey was there every step of the way. He was living his dream of working in aviation, completing OTS and flight school to become a weapons-specialist officer in the Navy. The backseater to the pilot, but just as important. Y/n was beyond proud. Thinking of all those times Mickey randomly gave plane facts or begged her to go to the air show in high school. Anytime she traveled and saw a figurine of a plane he was missing from his collection she got it. Luckily the Navy kept him on the west coast. Making it easier to see each other during her days away from set. He loved his job. And Y/n loved him. 

Maintaining a relationship while in high-demand careers was no easy task. Especially when one’s a movie star and the other goes on classified missions for the government. Add on the fact they wanted to keep their private life a secret to prevent media scrutiny. Y/n worried in the beginning Mickey would view it negatively. Not posting about him on social media or bringing him to premiers and award shows. Like he was some dirty secret. But Mickey, the wonderful man he is, never was bothered. In fact he liked the idea. 

They talked consistently, sometimes everyday unless they were occupied with work. Y/n kept him updated on every audition. Sharing the excitement with him each role she landed and comforted by his voice when rejected. And while he didn’t go to the premieres, Mickey was at every opening weekend for her movies. Dragging his friends along each time. It’s no surprise he earned the callsign Fanboy for his endless passion for movies. Specifically the superhero ones. While drunk the first weekend in flight school he gave the entire lore of the current MCU projects. To anyone he would just be labeled a superfan. Unaware of the true reason behind his love for the MCU. 

The mid-to-late 2010s did not disappoint. Y/n’s contract for the MCU extended as Jordyn Stark became a prominent figure in the franchise. And with her strong chemistry and bonds, Y/n collaborated with several of her Marvel co-stars in projects outside of the MCU. Jeremy Renner in Arrival, working with Denis Villenueve again starring in his Enemy and Sicario. Brie Larson in Room, Tom Hiddleston in Crimson Peak. Both of whom, with Samuel L. Jackson, starred in Kong: Skull Island with Y/n. She worked with Tessa Tompson in Annihilation--who would go on to cite inspiration from Y/n’s performance in MIB when she joined the franchise in 2019. Then after working with him in Men in Black 3, Y/n teamed up alongside Josh Brolin in Sicario, Deadpool 2, and eventually parts 1 & 2 of Denis’ adaptation of Dune. 

“Oh she’s one of my favorite people to work with,” Josh said during the press tour for Endgame after the interviewer mentioned all the times the two collaborated. “I had first seen her in Freedom Writers back in 2007 and thought she was just spectacular. Then of course in Iron Man, what can I say,” he shrugged while beaming, “It’s because of her and Downey that we have the MCU in the first place. They really set it in motion and to capture that feeling of, ‘this is going to be something’ so early on is incredible.” Josh crossed his legs, grinning wide as he added, “I love working with Y/n, I’ll say yes to any project if she’s attached and I’m excited for this next thing we got going with Denis after this.”

Besides movies Y/n continued to land jobs on shows whenever she was back in L.A. Tanya, her agent with an iron fist, booked her guest appearances on The Good Place, Black Mirror, Hannible, and The Americans. Her gig on Daredevil stirred major discourse in the Marvel community. Especially after it was announced years later the MCU would be buying the rights to the Netflix Marvel productions. In 2017 she had a recurring role as part-time companion to the 12th Doctor on Doctor Who. Becoming a fan favorite, the actress was constantly asked by fans and reporters if she had plans to return for the upcoming 60th Anniversary special. Y/n enjoyed her time in England and met up with several friends. Christopher Nolen, in fact, had called her up with the offer of a role in his upcoming work, Tenet. 

How could she pass that up?

2019 from the start was going to be an interesting year for the actress. At the height of her career Y/n felt the train was non-stopping. Traveling around the world. Press tours and interviews. Finding time to decompress was a task in itself. In between projects Y/n visited Mickey at his base in Northern California. Just like old times they’d go to the movies together. Only in disguise to hide from fans and the paparazzi. Sometimes they’d see her movies--usually at Mickey’s request, but Y/n always felt weird watching herself on screen. She’d think after over fifteen years in the industry she’d be used to it, but nevertheless she’d tend to think, ‘I could’ve done that better,’ with every scene. 

By September of that year Y/n was gearing up for a major project with longtime friend and collaborator, Denis Villenueve. Endgame had taken over the globe, concluding 10 years of buildup between characters and storylines. Tears upon tears were shed at the premiere. Unsure of what Marvel had planned for Jordyn Stark, Y/n prepared for the next chapter in her career. On top of Endgame she’d been in Greta Gerwig’s Little Women and the rom-com, Isn’t It Romantic. She’d signed on for a three-picture deal with Deadpool, but now he was also going to join the MCU, so the future of her character was in question. Ryan, however, assured her she’d remain in the universe, already texting plans of potential dialogue and jokes. 

Then there were countless interviews and promos.

“Hi, I’m Y/n L/n!” her excited tone was directed to the camera, sitting criss crossed on a pastel purple fabric that lifted into the backdrop. “And I’m here with Buzzfeed to answer some questions sent in from Twitter and play with puppies.” She rubbed her hands together, “Bring them in!”

Dream come true if she were being honest. Surrounded by tiny four-legged creatures that caused her heart to sour. Answering the questions was actually the difficult part, pulling the slips of paper from the bowl and reading aloud, ‘What has been your favorite role to play?’

“This is probably obvious,” her laugh was light and genuine, “but it has to be the one, the only, the absolute icon herself, Miss. Jordyn M. Stark.” Y/n visibly awed as a beagle pup climbed into her lap. “Anyone who knew me growing up--.” she instantly thinks of Mickey, smile widening, “knows my love for superheroes and comics in general. I was always at the movies opening weekend, sometimes even opening night, to watch the newest release. Getting to play Jordyn Stark has been an absolute dream come true. Not only has it fulfilled a longtime aspiration of wanting to play a superhero, but it’s opened the door to so many opportunities,” she points out the obvious, “she put me on the map. It’s crazy to think it’s been over a decade since I brought Jordyn to life on the big screen and until Marvel lets me know what’s next for her, it’s a bittersweet end to an amazing chapter in my life.”

‘What’s been the most challenging part of your career?’

Y/n thinks for a moment, petting the husky pup biting her shoelaces, “I think having to migrate from what my life was like before booking Jordyn--which is ironic considering that’s what every actor's goal is. To get that big break that shoots them into stardom if you say…” her hands move to emphasize her point. “Going from a freshman in college working a part-time job at a hotel and getting tiny gigs on L.A productions,” she lifts her left hand up, then her right, “to the train never reaching its stop…it was a big shift. I definitely was the type of actor calling up co-stars with questions like, ‘is it always like this?’” she ends it with a chuckle, “I think I managed it well, but I still think about it from time to time.”

‘Favorite actor/actresses to work with?’

She doesn’t hesitate, “Downey of course, that’s my ride or die. His name on my phone is literally, ‘Work Father/Iron Dad’.” She laughs with the crew, “And Josh Brolin--love that man so much. I’ll actually be seeing him soon and I’m excited to catch up.” A pup barks for attention and Y/n lifts him in her arms, “I love working with Tessa Tompson. She and I got close on set during Avengers and I gave her advice on joining the Men In Black family. If there’s one actress I’d love to work with again it would be Viola Davis.” Y/n clutches a hand to her chest, “We had to do so many scenes over because I could not stop staring at her in awe and would miss my cue or forget my line. Ah! I was so embarrassed--but she was great about it and I freakin’ love her. I really really adore Keanu Reeves--in fact,” a wink is sent to the camera, “I might actually have some exciting news to share soon regarding a certain action franchise he’s in.” Seconds after the interview was released Twitter was buzzing. Excited about the potential of Y/n joining the John Wick series.

‘Is there another superhero, or possibly villain, you’d be interested in playing on the big screen?’

“Ooo I like this question,” Y/n grins, clapping a bit only to have the puppy in her lap playfully take a bite at her fingers. “As I mentioned I love comic books, so any chance to play a character in one I’m taking. If I had to choose….” she scratches her chin before smirking, “Poison Ivy is one of my favorites from DC--if I were to play her alongside Margot Robbie’s Harley Quinn I think that would be so iconic. I’d love to play a villian/anti-hero in general,” she shrugs nonchalantly. “ The closest I got to playing one was Shock in Daredevil. Every other character in a superhero setting I’ve done has been heroes. There’s so many villains in X-Men I think are intriguing--Dark Phoenix, Fatale, and Copycat. But for sure Poison Ivy is my top choice.”

‘Do you have any advice on romance?’

The question fills Y/n with heat, giggling under her breath which the camera catches. “I don’t think I’m the best to answer this question, because when it comes to romance I just wing it--,” her hands raise in defense, “which had worked to my advantage.” The topic of relationships was rare for Y/n. No surprise there since she’s been known to keep her private life private her entire career. Not to mention she’d been with Mickey for half her life. “My partner on the other hand is very romantic. He loves to plan dates, surprise me with my favorite candy, and will send memes at the most random times of the day because they remind him of me. He’s not in the industry,” she is quick to point out, giving viewers a first time look of her personal life, “but he knows a lot and is my biggest supporter. I love him dearly.”

The video went viral on twitter and, as expected, people had a lot to comment on the clip of Y/n’s love life. 

@/Lokidarling: awed so many times watching @/SuperY/n talk about her partner. I hope to love someone like that one day.

@/TheDoctorsWife: So we can all agree Y/n L/n’s partner is the luckiest man on the planet. 

@/MTV: currently sobbing that our wife @/SuperY/n is off the market.

@/Slick_like_AgentK: @/SuperY/n heard the rumors about her and Sebastian Stan and said ‘NOT TODAY!’

 In the weeks leading to fall Y/n made plans to read Dune at Denis’ request. Had auditions lined up for Succession, Ghostbusters: Afterlife, and The School for Good & Evil. And desperately needed time with her fiance. The two recently engaged following their 30th birthday. 

Technically they were legally married under California’s common law. They’d been together since 16 and while no rings were on their fingers, they had assets. Including cars, apartments, and dogs. Still they wanted a wedding and proper marriage documents. Both agreed to sign each other's prenup. A scene almost comical when they approached both their lawyers, who along with their families and Y/n’s agent knew of their relationship. 

Admittedly, the engagement was a result of upcoming events. Ever since Mickey informed her of his orders to return to Top Gun for a classified mission Y/n had been stressed. Thoughts plagued her mind of the dangers Mickey could face. Not just the mission but the training itself. She’d heard of incidents of technical malfunctions in the air that led to someone’s death. The thought of Mickey hurt or worse, dead, in the line of duty was her worst nightmare. And since she was not his wife, medical professionals were required to not share any information of his status if he were admitted. 

So before he shipped out, they did what the typical military couple does on a time crunch: they went to the courthouse. 

Did Y/n’s publicist bribe and threaten to sue the official if TMZ got word? Only God bore witness to that interaction. 

By the grace of a higher spirit Mickey came home to her. They had little to no contact while he was off shore so the second he called her up saying he was back in Fightertown Y/n was packing a bag. Speeding down the next morning. 

Their time together was private, and unbeknownst to both it would be the last. In a sense that is. 

Because they pulled off the impossible, Mickey and the rest of the Dagger Squad were declared an official strike squad for the Pentagon, basing the team at Fightertown. A good thing for the couple. Now instead of a four-hour drive it was cut down to just over two hours. 

“How long will you be gone?” He brushed his fingers down the length of her arm, the two cuddled on the couch watching The Bachelorette. 

“A few months,” was her reply, nibbling on a twizzler. Sighing, she nuzzled against his touch, not wanting to think about the long flight to Budapest ahead of her. She’d planned to use that time to read Dune before her first day on set. “Maybe less if all goes well. How long will you be offshore?” Y/n referred to his pending mission with the Dagger Squad. She felt him shrug against her.

“I’d say no more than a couple weeks. Rooster is team leader and Mav’s supervisor. It’ll be a piece of cake.”

Tilting her head up to look at him, Y/n smiled, “I want to meet your friends. They sound like great people.”

“They are,” Mickey grinned, matching her gaze, “You’d love them--but I have to warn you they can be a handful. Especially Javy.” He laughed as the memory popped in his head, “It’s amazing we can get stuff done at times.”

Y/n thought for a moment, laying her head back on his shoulder, “Maybe when I get back we can talk about going public. What do you think?” her tone was nervous, butterflies in her stomach for his reaction. This was the first time in a while the idea of disclosing their relationship came up. And considering they were now legally married, keeping it secret was harder by the day.

Mickey tightened his hold around her, pressing a kiss to her temple. It made her instantly relax, “Whatever you want, mi amor.” He smiled at her sigh of relief, “You know I won’t object--so long as you’re sure about it.”

“I am,” she doesn’t hesitate, “we’ve kept it hidden for so long--which I’m amazed by with all the times we’ve gone out.” The fact her disguises worked made her laugh any time she thought about it. “Everyone at Marvel pretty much had their suspicions that I was in a serious relationship. Never said anything, which I’m grateful for. But I want to share you with the world,” leaning back up, Y/n cups his cheek, stroking his jaw followed by a sweet kiss to the lips, “because you are my world.”

If only there was a camera secretly concealed in Mickey’s apartment the day his closest friends discovered the secret he’d been harboring. It happened unexpectedly, completely taking them both off guard. 

Wanting to surprise Mickey after months away filming, Y/n arrived in San Diego with their favorite take out in hand and headed straight to his apartment. As she was taking the items from her car she noticed a man with a very large camera across the street. 

Pointing the lens straight at her.

“Fuck,” was the first word out of her mouth, beginning to grab things in a rush.

“Y/n! Y/n over here!” 

Preparing herself, Y/n put on a brave face and turned on her heel. “Hello!” she smiled and waved, seeing the pap had moved closer but still kept his distance. “All I ask is please don’t take photos of my license plate, if you don’t mind.” Running into paparazzi while driving her own car always brought fear. Many celebrities had unfortunately dealt with fans showing up to their homes due to their license plate being leaked. Y/n tried her best to prevent that whenever she could.

Thankfully the gentleman was nice, waving a hand in return. “No problem!” He continued snapping pictures as she walked, following behind several paces. When she got inside, without her usual disguise because she was in a rush, Y/n caught the stunned expression of the doorman and receptionist. ‘Cat’s out of the bag.’

Ruffling for her key once in the elevator, Y/n shot a quick text to her agent and publicist, ‘sooooo we might have a problem…although it's not the worst if we’re being real.’ Quickly putting her phone back in her bag to not see the incoming replies--to spare herself the stress--Y/n hurried to the apartment. Not even giving Mickey a warning before she busted inside only to shock herself with the discovery of people inside.

“Oh my,” she said aloud, hearing the sound of someone dropping their phone followed by several gasps and a ‘what the fuck?’.

Mickey, however, was jumping from his seat, “Baby!” he shouted in glee, rushing to encompass her in a massive bear hug. Completely oblivious to the fact his friend's jaw dropping reactions behind him. “When did you get it? Just now? I thought you were coming on Monday!” 

Wrapping her arms around him, Y/n remembers why she was there in the first place. “I wanted to surprise you,” lips meet her cheek. “I brought Sambino’s.”

Mickey moans like he just won the lottery, cupping her face, “You are a living angel. How did I get so lucky?” 

Smirking, Y/n hands him the bag as they untangle and replies, “You didn’t make fun of me for being the only girl in our third grade class who liked comics.” She scrunches her nose when he ‘boops’ it, followed by a quick kiss to the lips. 

By now the group taking up the entire living room had stood up, congregating in the kitchen. All wore matching expressions: flabbergasted, awe, and pure confusion. The man closest to Mickey who towered over everyone spoke first.

“Garcia,” Payback choked out a laugh, wrapping his head around the fact he just witnessed his partner kiss THE Y/n L/n. His hand waved in their direction, “When you said you and your highschool sweetheart preferred to keep a low profile…her being the actress you’re obsessed over was not at all what I had in mind.”

Jake scoffed, “speak for yourself, I thought he was bullshitting us about having a high-school sweetheart,” at Mickey’s look of offense he raised his hands in defense, “What? You hardly ever spoke of her and quite frankly--” hands wave around the place, “you have no pictures whatsoever.” 

“Oh I do,” The WSO winds an arm over Y/n’s shoulder, to which she leans into. “Just they’re in photo albums and kept in a safe place. Away from prying eyes.” A playful smack hits his chest, Y/n rolling her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Javy cuts in with a confused chuckle. “Are we just going to ignore the fact we’re in the presence of an A-list actress--who is dating our Fanboy.”

Bob gives a friendly smile, “that makes sense why he’s always talking about the MCU and seems to know the direction it’s going before we do.” The fellow WSO then adds after chucking, “it’s because you’re really a big fan of Y/n.”

Rooster belts out a laugh, “Yo that’s kinda ironic. Fanboy dating his celebrity crush he never shuts up about. I couldn’t have predicted that at all.”

“Dating is putting it lightly,” Y/n finally speaks up, face full of amusement. Placing a hand on Mickey’s chest, their attention instantly goes to the ring on her finger. 

“Well shit,” Jake whistles, causing Nat to nudge him with her elbow, though she matched his stunned expression.

“Damn, Garcia!” Javy goes to dab him up. Reuben does the same while saying, “Congrats man!” 

“I know we may look like we’re calm,” Natasha chuckles, catching Y/n’s attention which makes her become nervous. “But I think I can confidently say for all of us we're freaking out inside--at least I know I am.” the pilot blushes, stunned to be talking to one of her favorite actresses of all time. The previous night she literally sat down to watch How to Get Away With Murder. Particularly the season Y/n was a recurring character on. 

The squad knew Mickey grew up in the same town as Y/n after he mentioned the high school he attended in Orange County. It had been the first time they hung out at his apartment where they saw his entire collection--and pretty much shrine--dedicated to his favorite franchises. Following Jake’s comment of Mickey’s little ‘crush’, the WSO casually said, “Yeah, you can say that. We actually went to high school together.” This was then followed by Mickey whipping out his sophomore year book to show proof. Ever since the squad was envious and sometimes tried to ask questions but were brushed off.

But to discover the two were married? Now that was unexpected.

Once everyone departed after several hours of giving detailed accounts of their lives--plus mentioning to Mickey a Pap had spotted her and the likelihood of the internet discovering their relationship--,Y/n let out a heavy breath, unable to fight the grin off her face. Giggling when Mickey gave her a look of ‘What did you think?’ “That was fun--Ah!.” A squeal escaped her as he picked her up, spinning them in a circle.

“Been wanting to do that since you walked through the door,” he brought her into a passionate kiss, setting her down but keeping their chests pressed together.

“Why didn’t you?” she teased, kissing him again while combing her fingers through his short hair. A blush rose on his cheeks.

“Wasn’t sure if you’d be okay with it.”

“I wouldn’t have minded,” she spoke with honesty, “but I understand. We were both surprised. I wasn’t expecting an audience--probably should’ve sent you a heads up.” Mickey shrugged, swaying them side to side.

“Honestly I’m glad you didn’t,” a light laugh escaped him, picturing his friends' faces once again. “If there was one way I was going to break the news to the squad that I'm married to the woman I keep dragging them to the movies to see, it would be like that.” 

Y/n broke into giggles, thinking to all those times Mickey sent her photos of him and his friends in the theater with captions like, ‘You already know what’s going down.’ ‘Jake and Javy are trying to bet who would pull you if they got the chance.’ ‘Wish you were here…so I could steal your sour patch kids.’ 

“Which, speaking of….” Mickey stepped back a bit, hands landing on her waist with eyes full of wonder and question. “How do you think we go from here? Now that the whole world is about to know about us?”

Y/n smiled brightly as she pictured the future. Moving her arms to wind around his neck, feeling her belly fill with warmth and happiness. 

“I think….it’s time we plan that wedding.” 

E! News reported that evening, “It looks like Bruce Wayne isn’t the only superhero who’s good at hiding information--tonight Golden Globe winning actress Y/n L/n has confirmed via Instagram her marriage to longtime partner, Naval Weapons Officer Lieutenant Mickey Garcia. Turns out the two have been in a relationship since they were teenagers--sixteen to be exact! They officially became a couple in 2005 as juniors in high school and have kept it hidden from the limelight. Wow! Talk about a well kept secret. 

“The news came following reports of Y/n spotted in San Diego several times outside of Garcia’s apartment complex. Photos then surfaced on Twitter of several occurrences where fans have speculated seeing the two in public. Cozying up at movie theaters, enjoying a weekend getaway to Hilton Head, and internet sleuths have even found an instagram account they believe is run by L/n strictly for close friends and family. Former classmates of the 30-year-old actress have come out saying they remember the two together like peas in a pod. We even have a photo someone shared of the young couple attending their high school prom. Y/n revealed in the summer of 2019 she’d been in a committed relationship, but has never given details until now.

“Y/n L/n first got her big break in Hollywood at eighteen years old when she was casted as heroine Jordyn Stark opposite Robert Downey Jr. in Iron Man. After years of small supporting roles and starring in popular commercials, the now critically acclaimed actress has appeared in several blockbuster films including Black Swan, Interstellar, La La Land and most recently Greta Gerwig’s Little Women. Besides Marvel, Y/n has been part of multi-billion dollar franchises--Men In Black, The Twilight Saga and The Hunger Games just to name a few. Then in 2016 she won the Golden Globe for Best Supporting Actress for her portrayal as DEA Agent Molly Coleman in Denis Villenueve’s Sicario. Coming down from the high of Marvel Studios record breaking release of Avengers: Endgame, Y/n recently wrapped on the upcoming sci-fi production of Dune--her fourth collaboration with Denis and has an ensemble cast with names like Timothee Chalamet, Zendaya, Rebecca Fergason, and Josh Brolin.

“In her instagram post--featuring several photographs of the couple over the years starting from when they were children to the most recent of their courthouse ceremony--Y/n thanked Mickey for his continued love and support of her, remaining her quote “cheerleader and shoulder to cry on as I progressed through this wild journey of playing dress up on the big screen. You never lost faith in me. You stood by my side, first as my best friend, then as my boyfriend, and now as my life partner. I am forever grateful for you, Mickey Garcia. And while the Navy may have given you the name, It’s an honor to be your reason to fanboy.”

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[the-kr8tor]

Can I request Hobie Brown to react to his shy gn crush accidentally sitting on his lap for your fluffy Friday?

Adorable! Thank you for requesting! ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, cw food mentions, love struck Hobie, spiderperson! Reader, FLUFF

It's Fluffy Friday! (For real this time lol)

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You're talking excitedly with Gwen, food tray in your hands, the Miguel burger sways slightly as you bounce on your feet. The can of soda clinks against the plastic tray.

"Oh! You should absolutely not skip season four even if it's dog shit." Walking backwards to face Gwen, she listens intently to your rambling. "How else are you gonna get the references they throw at you in later seasons?" You say with a cheery smile.

"Are you sure? You literally said it was shit" Gwen raises a brow questioningly.

"Duh! So you can compare how shitty it is to season 5" you turn harshly around, not looking where you're going.

"Shit! Watch out!—" Gwen tries to stop you, but it's too late. You hit a bystander waiting for their meal. You're one of the rare spider people who wasn't gifted with enhanced senses. Cursing at your crappy luck.

Your tray hits the poor guy who was unfortunate enough to be in your way. Pasta lands harshly on their red suit, coating it in bright yellow. The bun from the burger sticks to the spandex, replacing the spider logo to Miguel's mask design.

You crane your neck to apologize to the unusually tall Spider-Man, staring in horror at his scaly face, rows of sharp teeth bearing down at you as he growls angrily. His large shadow looms over you. The tray clunks loudly on the tiled floor, acting as a death bell for you.

"I'm so sorry!" You say weakly, trembling in your suit.

The T-rex steps towards you, footsteps rumbling like little earthquakes. You instinctively walk back, eyes trained on the dinosaur, ready to swing away in case he snaps his jaws at you.

"I'm sorry! I'll get it dry cleaned, please don't eat me–" something hits the back of your knees making you fall on something sturdy. "Oof" you let out, Your back hits someone's chest, strong hands over your waist, steadying you. Craning your neck to the left, you're face to face with someone familiar.

"Falling for me now huh, lovey?" Hobie's fave is mere inches away from yours, brown eyes staring at your flustered face.

"I-uh..hmm?" You could only manage to make noise, noticing how warm his palms are against the spandex of your suit.

Hobie smirks at your reaction, turning his head to address the T-rex that's been hunting you. "Hey big man, they said sorry already. We're on the same team, yeah?"

Spider-Rex huffs out, air coming out of his nose. He drops his head down to your height, you cling tighter on Hobie's torso, much to his satisfaction.

The dinosaur nudges your legs with his snout, as if to say: you owe me dry cleaning.

"Just send me the bill" you chuckle nervously.

Spider-rex huffs one more time, hot air hitting you and Hobie, you try to hide your face on his chest, not caring if the pins on his vest poke your skin. Hobie holds the side of your face, shielding you, his head lays on your temple, piercing cold on your skin.

"Alright! They got it!" Gwen steps in between you and your scaly friend, hands on her hips.

Spider-rex finally leaves, the floor shaking as he moves. Gwen clicks her tongue, tapping her foot in annoyance.

"Fuck, you okay?" Hobie ducks his head to meet your gaze. Fingers fixing your unruly brows that must've ruffled it when the dinosaur huffed and puffed. "He's all bark and no bite. Don't worry he doesn't eat fellow spider-people, usually" he says softly while he rubs your arms comfortably.

"Usually?" You ask in a small voice, slowly realizing you're sitting on his lap. Quite comfortably if you dare add.

He chuckles, "You planning on staying here? I don't mind" Hobie plays it off as he pokes your side.

"Right, sorry" practically jumping off his lap, feet landing back on solid ground, your shyness taking over. "Was I crushing you?" You ask softly.

"Nah," he reassures you. "Come sit down with me" Hobie scooches over, giving you space to sit right next to him.

Gwen drops her tray on the table, clicking her tongue. "I'll get something for you to eat, okay" she pats your shoulder. You nod appreciatively. "Play nice, Hobie" Gwen points an accusing finger at Hobie. "Be right back"

"I'm always nice, Gwendy" He raises his hands in surrender. Hobie notices your apprehension, he gestures for you to sit down across from him this time, as to not make you uncomfortable.

You bravely choose the seat next to him, surprising you both. He smiles when you slide next to him. Your spine is unnaturally straight, muscle tensed. Bashfulness at the forefront.

Hobie wants you to relax so he decides to wordlessly offer you his tray of food. "Wanna share mine?"

A soft smile curls around your lips, affection blooming in your chest. "You sure?"

"Yeah, only if it's with you" Hobie's eyes are soft, gazing at you longingly.

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[multifariousqueer]

Miles G and Miles Morales Headcannons: Twin Edition

For reference: miles g will be called Milo

A/n: AHHHH ITS GOOD TO BE BACK BABES!!! Ik new fics And pt.2’s are Coming soon, works been a killer and I’ve been going through stuff but it’s good to be back writing for my boys. Requests are closed but opening up soon 🫶🏽🫶🏽

Warnings: none

Miles Morales:

Is like 4 inches taller but makes it feel like 4 feet

Nicer and a bit more approachable

Loves being in pictures and making funny faces

Dog person

Can’t cook for shit but tries so hard for his mom

They have their own little dates and things

His side of the room is a mess

I feel like he played an instrument in the past when he was a kid

Maybe Piano or guitar

He’s a loner by default but he would have more friends if he wasn’t so busy being Spider-Man

He def takes pictures of sunsets from the tips of buildings

Used to color code outfits with Milo but stopped when they were 12

Same with baths but they were 7 for that

His side of the room is disgusting. Like shit is crawling

There’s a single chair with all of his stuff on it

He brings Ganke over sometimes but Ganke took a stronger liking to Milo bc he’s chill

“Yeah man idk if i can come. Is Milo gonna be there?”

Milo doesn’t give a shit but secretly loves Gankes company

They chill and play video games

Miles is also better at video games than Milo

Whenever he gets stuck on a level, he hands the controller to him

He’s more affectionate than Milo

Will draw you and touch you more

Very smart but he has his moments

Definitely more book smart then Street smart

Doesn’t know basic things and code within the streets so sometimes Milo has to help him

Overall, he’s a sunflower child and we love him 🫶🏽🫶🏽

Milo Morales

Was def born First but is shorter than Miles and Miles makes fun of him for it

Plays basketball with Uncle Aaron sometimes and he’s pretty good at it

Played the violin or cello at some point in his life

“Don’t forget im older than you” “im sorry is someone speaking?”

Is more violent than Miles but it’s because he’s the Prowler

Takes more time for him to warm up to you but once he does, he’s stuck on you for life

Will spoil you with Gifts

Speaking of… him and Miles get into it regularly over it, when they fight physically they sometimes slip and use their real names

He’s a mamas boy FR. This man loves his mama

Will make fun of Miles for being a no sabes kid

Sometimes, him and Rio will speak in Spanish in front of Miles and he’ll just stare at them hoping to recognize a word

“Hey you said cabròn, i heard that!”

He’s more of a cat person then Miles

Yells at Miles for creasing his Jordan’s

“Nah homie, you gotta apologize to the J’s they didn’t deserve that”

Is a loner by choice whereas Miles is a loner by default

This man hasn’t smiled in YEARSSS

He hangs out with Uncle Aaron more than his dad

He seems like his side of the room would be cleaner than Miles

“Milo! Have you seen my- Oh Nevermind! I found it” “yeah”

Has an rbf but once you get to know him, hes kinda nice

Takes the pictures in the family

Learned to cook from his mom and regularly cooks with her while speaking Spanish

It’s so freaking cute oml. Like if there’s music playing, he will spin her to the music and everything and they will laugh

He’s not a snowbunny lol. He’s down with the brown

He seems like he wears 100 million cologne

Smells better and is more put together than Miles

Overall, he’s more razor sharp

More nonchalant

Definitely is a tad bit jealous that Miles is apart of a spider society

[daisies-daydreams]

HEYYY.. UHM IM BACK!!.. sigh i am so sorry i need MORE hobie x plus sized reader..

i was thinking of fluff that turns into smut, hobie and reader are just cuddling and kissing in their shared bed and things go to the other direction..

( idk why but i want like hardcore?? totally understandable if you can’t write that, my apologies!)

huge fan of your work, i love you sm!! /p ❤️🕸️

Sticks and Stones (Hobie Brown x F!Plus-Size!Reader)

Pairing: Hobie Brown x F!Plus-Sized!Reader Category: Fluff/Smut (18+) Warnings: (where do I begin???) Swearing, Making Out, Hickeys, Clit Play, Oral Sex (M!/F! Receiving), Cockwarming, Orgasm Denial, Vibrators, Multiple Orgasms (Hobie/Reader), Cum Eating, “Creative” Use of Webbing (Bondage), Unprotected P in V Sex (You Know the Drill), Butterfly Position, Semi-Reverse Cowgirl, Slight Daddy Kink, Squirting, References to Aftercare Word Count: 4.4k+

A/N: Oh no dear there’s no need to be sorry! Hobie’s one of my favorite characters to write for, so it’s always lovely to receive requests for him (though I might’ve gone a little too wild with this one 🤭). (Also the reader knows that Hobie is Spider-Man in this continuity). I hope you enjoy! 🫶

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

You sighed as you collapsed on your mattress, your belly and thighs jiggling as you lay flat against your cozy comforter. Your heart sank as you slowly turned on your side, your eyes falling on the cold, empty spot beside you. Sure, it was amazing having Spider-Man as your boyfriend...but you never really thought about the long periods of time when he'd be away. A knot of anxiety tightened in your chest as you bit the inside of your cheek.

Your mind raced as you thought about how many days he’s been gone for a special mission. Days and nights of you not knowing when-or if-he'd be back. You knew the risks he took, the countless dangers he came face to face with, all to protect the people of London…to protect you.

Your train of thought was disrupted when you felt someone smooth their hand over your hip. You gasped and jumped up, your heart nearly beating out of your chest as you kicked your legs forward. You froze when you saw Hobie standing in front of you with a cheeky grin.

"Still a bit jumpy, eh?" he mused.

"Hobie!" you squealed as you scrambled off the bed. You nearly tackled him to the floor as you wrapped your arms around his lanky frame and pulled him close. Your boyfriend sighed happily as he returned your embrace, his hands falling against the small of your back.

"Hi," Hobie whispered before kissing the crown of your head.

"Hi," you grinned. The two of you slowly parted before deeply gazing into each other's eyes. “I’m so happy you’re home,” you said with tears in your eyes. Your boyfriend grinned as he gently cupped your cheek.

“Glad to be home,” he murmured. Your heart fluttered as Hobie slowly dipped his head down and caught your lips in a tender kiss. You sighed and wrapped your hands around his neck as warmth swept across your body. You loved the way Hobie's lip ring brushed over your bottom lip as he tilted his head, his hands sliding down to rest on your hips.

"Never seen these before, they new?" Hobie smirked as he played with the elastic of your panties. You squeaked when he snapped it against your waist, the slight sting reverberating across the plush of your hips.

"Maybe," you said before playfully flicking his chest. Hobie chuckled as he pulled back.

"How 'bout we catch up in bed, yeah?" he suggested before gently stroking your love handles-a silent apology for his teasing. Your heart skipped a beat as you turned around and crawled back onto the mattress. You paused as you watched your lover shrug off his studded leather jacket and tossed onto a chair nearby. He smirked when he caught you staring.

"Like what you see?" he lilted as he pulled his shirt over his dark, puffy wicks. You blushed and squeezed your thighs together as he quickly stripped down to his briefs. Your lover flashed you a warm smile as he climbed onto the bed, the frame creaking as he crawled towards you. You smiled as he draped one of his lanky arms over your side.

“How’ve you been, dove?” he asked in a low, soft tone.

“Okay…even better now that you’re here,” you said with a bright smile.

“Oh?” Hobie hummed with a raised brow. You sighed and bit your lip.

“I missed you, so much,” you said as you traced your finger along the scar on his collar bone. Hobie nodded slowly, his expression growing more solemn at your words.

"I missed you, too," he said before kissing your forehead. "I'm so sorry, babe. I can’t imagine how hard it’s been for you,” he frowned as he smoothed his hand over your hip. You cupped his face and gave him a gentle smile.

“I’m just glad you’re safe,” you murmured. Hobie grinned as he rested his forehead against yours.

“Me too,” he murmured. Your cheeks flushed with heat he slipped his hand even lower, his fingertips rubbing over the globe of your ass.

“Hobie,” you blushed as he began to kiss along your neck. You squeaked when he took a handful of your bum and squeezed it tenderly.

“I was thinkin'...maybe we could make up for lost time since we're already here?” Hobie husked into your ear. You bit your lip as he continued to play with your plump ass, his fingertips greedily sinking into your supple flesh. You spread your hands against his chest, making him freeze his ministrations.

“If we do…could we maybe do things a little more rough tonight?” you asked hesitantly. Hobie tilted his head as he released his grip on your rear.

“How rough are we talkin'?” he asked, his voice dropping several octaves. You bit your lip, a rush of heat sweeping over your body as your clit throbbed against the fabric of your panties.

“You know…like that one time on New Year’s Eve,” you whispered as if someone were eavesdropping nearby. Hobie raised his brows and smirked.

“‘Course. How could I forget New Year’s?” he drawled before giving your bum another eager squeeze. “You sure you want me to be that rough with you again, though?” Hobie asked. You swallowed thickly as you eyed the bulge growing beneath his briefs.

“I-I’m sure,” you breathed. Hobie's smirk returned before he suddenly rolled on top of you and held your arms above your head. Your chest rose and fell as his lips just barely ghosting over yours.

"Remember the safeword from last time?" he asked, his eyes lit with arousal as he teasingly ground his hips against yours. You nodded and gasped as his cock brushed against your clit in a delicious way. "Let's get you out of these clothes then," Hobie rumbled. You parted your lips before he slipped his tongue inside your mouth, his hands hastily tugging at the band of your panties. You raised your hips and moaned as he rolled his tongue with yours in a sloppy, heated dance.

You gasped into his mouth as he shoved your underwear down your thick thighs and dismissively tossed them aside. Your eyes widened when he pulled away from your kiss, his lips slick with your combined spit as he quickly rolled your shirt over your shoulders. The corners of Hobie's mouth turned up as he brushed his fingers over your puffy, drenched folds. You squealed as he spread your labia apart with his deft fingers and dipped his head down.

“Such a needy little thing-already soaked and I’ve barely even touched you,” your boyfriend teased. You keened as Hobie rubbed his thumb up and down your engorged clit, your pussy squelching softly as he continued to stroke along your slit.

“H-Hobie,” you keened. He smirked against your cheek before suddenly slipping his hand away. You huffed at the loss of his intoxicating touch, only to furrow your brows as he shifted his eyes to the floor, then back to you.

“Get on your knees, love,” he clarified in a deep, raspy voice. You bit your lip as he shuffled back, allowing you space to climb off the bed. You slid off the mattress and yelped when he laid a sharp smack against your ass, your flesh jiggling at the harsh contact.

"There's that sexy arse I've been missin'," Hobie groaned as he slid his feet onto the floor. You slowly turned around before lowering yourself onto the carpet, your knees sinking into the plush fibers while Hobie stood up.

“Christ,” your lover rumbled as he hungrily eyed your soaked sex and palmed his cock through his briefs. Your heart raced as he grabbed the band of his underwear and slowly pulled it down his lean legs. Your mouth watered when his long cock sprang free and slapped against his dark happy trail, smearing pre-cum all over his pubes. A small whine escaped your throat as your empty pussy pulsed and yearned to be filled.

“Poor thing,” Hobie feigned sympathy as he stroked his shaft. Your mouth watered as he brought the fat tip of his dick to your mouth, a thick bead of precum painting your bottom lip. His eyes glowed with carnal desire as he threaded his long fingers through your hair. “You know what to do, sweet girl: keep that pretty mouth of yours open and cheeks nice and hollow,” he rumbled. You nodded as you rolled your tongue out, the tip of your wet muscle flicking against the lining of his frenulum.

“Shit,” Hobie grunted as he gripped your locks. You moaned as you wrapped your soft lips around the throbbing head of his cock, the salty taste of his precum flooding your tastebuds. Hobie groaned as you suckled on his sensitive tip while you smoothed your hands over the top of his thighs. His grip on your hair tightened with every contraction of your mouth around his length.

“Christ, baby,” he moaned as you swirled your tongue around his tip. You shallowly bobbed your head up and down his shaft while you fluttered your lashes, making sure to give him your best doe eyes. Hobie growled as he released his grip on the base of his cock and squeezed your head with both of his hands. Your eyes widened when he suddenly pushed you forward, shoving his entire cock inside your warm, slick cavern.

You gagged as his tip rubbed against your uvula, some drool spilling past the seam of your lips and dribbling down your chin. “Fuckin’ hell,” Hobie swallowed as he watched you take his cock. You dug your nails into his thighs as your nose became flush with his dark pubes, your throat constricting around his pulsating shaft.

Hobie released a guttural groan as you hollowed your cheeks around his length, his cock twitching deep inside you as he rolled his hips back before snapping them forward. You gagged as he fucked your face with desperate, feral thrusts.

"Open your throat up, lovie," he grunted. Hot tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you bobbed your head up and down his shaft, his heavy balls slapping against your chin while you tried to relax your throat. 

“Yeah, that's it baby-take my fuckin’ cock,” he growled as his brows knit together with pleasure. You kept your cheeks hollowed as you slobbered all over his veiny shaft, more of your warm spit sliding down your chin and neck. Hobie bared his teeth as he used your throat like a fleshlight-fucking your tight airway completely raw with his long, quivering shaft. 

“God, your throat’s so fuckin’ tight,” he hissed as he dug his nails into your scalp. Your eyes rolled back at the slight sting as your pussy begged to be filled and stretched. The wet “plaps” of his cock slamming into your wet mouth echoed inside your small bedroom as you looked up at him. His lips were parted as he panted wildly, his body tensing as trembling with bliss.

"Mouth looks so pretty with my cock in it," he sucked in a sharp breath before throwing his head back. “F-Fuck! I’m close,” Hobie grunted as he fucked your face with quick, sloppy thrusts. You flared your nostrils as you tried to open your throat even more. He released a feral groan as he looked into your glossy eyes, his balls tightening against your chin.

“That’s a good girl: keep that throat open f’me when I-fuck!” he roared as he shoved you down his length for the last time. Your moans were muffled as he shot ropes of his thick, hot cum down your throat. Hobie grunted as he continued to sloppily thrust into your mouth, his warm seed coating every inch of your esophagus. Your boyfriend licked his lips as he watched you guzzle down his spend, his fingers woven through your locks and squeezing them tightly. You resisted the urge to cough and sputter as he let his cock soften inside your mouth. Relief washed over you as he dragged his dick past your stretched, swollen lips. Your throat burned as you curled your lips together before audibly swallowing the last traces of his spend. Hobie sucked in a sharp breath when you showed him your clean tongue.

“Fuck me,” he muttered as he loosened his grip on your hair. You gave him a mischievous grin as you wiggled your hips.

"Did I do well...daddy?" you purred. Hobie's eyes slightly widened at your name for him before his lips curved into a smirk.

“You did good, sweetheart,” he cooed. You gasped when he suddenly tugged your hair and bent his knees a little, his face hovering over your own. “But I'm not done with you yet,” your boyfriend rumbled. You keened as he dragged you to your feet, his lips wrapping around yours in a passionate, sloppy embrace. Your head spun as he pulled your hips against his, your pussy lips grazing over his flaccid cock as he sank onto the edge of the mattress. "Turn around f'me, sweet girl," he purred and rubbed your waist. Your legs shook as you slowly turned around, your plump ass grazing over his lower stomach.

"Hold on," he breathed. You tilted your head as Hobie leaned over to your nightstand and rummaged through the drawer. Your throat tightened when he pulled out your white vibrator with a wry grin.

"Oh, don’t worry. I'm not mad," he chuckled in a low, husky voice. You swallowed as he turned it on, the toy humming to life and sending a spark of pleasure through your core. "In fact, I think it's fuckin' hot you think 'bout me while you fuck your cute pussy open," Hobie murmured, his soft lips dancing over the shell of your ear. You squealed when you felt his cock twitch beneath you, your clit throbbing against the slight contact.

"Now, go on and be a good girl and warm my cock 'til I'm ready again," he muttered. Your toes curled as you nodded. You took a deep breath before grabbing his semi-hard cock and guiding the tip to your weeping entrance. Both of you moaned as you slowly sank down on his length, Hobie's fingernails digging crescents into your plush hips. You mewled at the sudden fullness, the tip of his cock grazing over your g-spot as your gummy walls hugged his veiny shaft.

“Fuck,” you sputtered as waves of pleasure rippled through your core.

“That's my girl-takin' my cock so well,” Hobie praised as he rubbed his palm up and down your thigh. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you fully sheathed yourself on his cock, his length buried deep within your clenching pussy. You barely had time to adjust to the fullness before he suddenly pressed the round tip of the vibrator against your puffy bundle of nerves. Your moans rolled out of your throat like claps of thunder as Hobie bombarded your clit with wave after wave of mind-numbing tremors. 

“S-Shit Hobie!” you keened as you ground your ass against his lean abs. Your boyfriend pecked your cheek as he circled your sensitive nub, his other hand occupied with pinching and massaging one of your hard nipples.

“You feel me down there, (Y/N)? Feel me stuffin’ your tight, needy cunt with my cock?” Hobie grunted as he squeezed your nipple.

“Y-Yes!” you cried as you rolled your hips back and forth, desperate for friction. Your boyfriend smirked against your goosebump-riddled skin as he stroked the toy up and down your juicy slit, spreading the warm arousal across your engorged button.

"Swear this pussy was made f'me," Hobie groaned as your slick walls pulsed against the bulging veins of his shaft. You curled your toes as he drew tighter circles around your sensitive nub, a ring of cream starting to form around the base of his cock. You moaned as Hobie rolled your nipple between his digits even faster.

“Oh shit baby-keep squeezin’ me like that,” he rumbled as he massaged your perky bud and bundle of nerves at the same pace. Your throat tightened as you felt a familiar pressure rise in your core. 

“Feels so good, Hobie,” you whined as you rocked your hips back. You shivered as your boyfriend pressed his lips against your pulse and sucked, his mouth expertly weaving a tapestry of raw hickeys across your skin. You felt every muscle in your lower belly start to wind into a tight, searing knot as the vibrations shot straight to the center of your core.

“Fuck, daddy. I-I-“ you opened your eyes when the pleasurable tremors suddenly stopped. Hobie smirked against your skin as you flared your nostrils. “Hobie please!” you keened as you tried to bounce yourself on his dick. Your boyfriend clicked his tongue as he squeezed your whole breast, drawing a whine from you.  

“Not yet, love,” he murmured with a wicked grin. Your bottom lip jutted out as you felt your orgasm grow further and further from your reach.

“Please please please,” you begged as you threw the back of your head against his shoulder. Hobie sighed contemplatively as he smoothed his thumb over your nipple.

"Alright, but only ‘cause you did such a good job suckin’ my cock," he lilted after a long pause. Your shoulders relaxed when he flicked the vibrator back on and tenderly massaged your nub again.

“Yes,” you moaned and arched your back. You relished in the bliss of the thrumming sensation pulsing against your clit again. You gasped and shivered as he bucked his hips up ever so slightly, his hand roughly squeezing your breast while his hot breath fanned over your neck.

"Keep bouncin' like that, love," Hobie grunted before planting another wet kiss on your pulse. You bounced on his shaft in time with his steady thrusts, your head spinning with pleasure each time your hips smacked against each other.

"Shit, daddy," you keened as your body jiggled with your movements. You felt your walls start to flutter again as your pussy soaked his lap. "So close, I'm-" you snapped your eyes open when Hobie pulled the toy away and shut it off. 

“Hobie!” you huffed as he smirked against your neck.

“Yes love?” he asked with a teasing voice. You frowned and wriggled in his lap.

“Please Hobie, please let me cum,” you begged, the pressure inside you borderline unbearable. You gasped as he grabbed your hips and suddenly pulled out, his cock leaving your pussy with a slick "pop". You yelped as he spun you around and laid your back flat against the comforter. His lips were curved in a dangerous smile as he reached over to the nightstand again, this time attaching a web-shooter to his wrist.

"Hands above your head, pretty girl," Hobie commanded softly. You parted your lips, your pussy growing even more wet at the thought of your wrists being bound by his webbing while he fucked you senseless. You made sure to spread your legs open, giving him a nice view of your cunt as you raised your hands above your head. Hobie grinned as he pumped his cock in his free hand while he held his other hand up with his index, pinkie and thumb out. It wasn't long after a quick "thwip" that the sticky, strong webbing wrapped around both of your wrists.

Hobie shot you a wry grin as his shadow loomed over you. You puffed out a breath of hot air as he lined the swollen head of his cock to your entrance

"Like it when I tie you up like this, hm?" he murmured lowly. You whined and nodded as you raised your hips. "Yeah, that's my good little slut," Hobie rumbled. Your jaw went slack as he grabbed your hips and sheathed his cock inside you in one swift thrust. 

“Oh fuck,“ you choked as the head of his cock slammed against your cervix. You gasped as he started to ruthlessly pound into your pussy, the bed shaking and groaning beneath his rough thrusts. You cried out as your hole was mercilessly stretched wide open, his shaft dragging along your gummy, slick walls with an untamed fervor. Hobie squeezed your love handles as he pulled your hips impossibly closer to his, the tip of his dick kissing your cervix with every thrust.

“Shit baby girl. Pussy’s so fuckin’ perfect ‘n tight,” he rasped as he drove his dick harder inside your greedy sex. You whimpered as you felt his balls slap against your puckering asshole, the sound driving your mind deeper into a lustful frenzy. Hobie squeezed your love handles again as you began to squeeze your eyes shut.

“Eyes on me, love. Wanna see your pretty eyes when you cum all over my cock,” he growled before spanking the side of your thigh. Your flesh bounced as you did your best to focus on his chocolate brown eyes. You whimpered as you felt yourself already nearing the steep edge of your release, your muscles feeling even tighter this time from his edging. You stared directly into his eyes as your walls clenched around his cock in a vice grip, sucking him closer to your womb. 

“H-Hobie, fuck!” you screamed as your hips snapped up. Your vision flooded with white as your body trembled with unbridled bliss. Your walls deliciously pulsed around his shaft as your pussy drenched his cock with your slick cream. You trembled and moaned beneath your lover as your body was caught in the riptide of mind-numbing rapture. “Hobie,” you repeated his name like a sacred prayer as your limbs turned to jelly.

Your boyfriend kept his eyes trained on your face as he knitted his brows, his cock throbbing and growing heavier inside your tight canal.

“Mmm such a good girl-makin’ a mess on my cock,” your boyfriend swiped his tongue across his lips. Your cunt pulsed at his praise as you arched your back. Hobie chuckled before he leaned forward and rested his forehead against yours, his hips spreading your legs apart even further. “Nearly there, love. Gonna drench this pretty cunt with my cum,” he panted as his hands planted on either side of your head.

Your head spun with dizzying ecstasy as your pussy squelched obscenely with each of his hungry thrusts. Hobie's nostrils flared as he groaned and fucked you like a wild animal in heat. You moaned quietly as he slammed his length down to the hilt, his tip shooting streams of his hot cum against your bruised cervix. 

“Fuck,” Hobie growled as he shallowly thrusted his dick forward, pushing his spend against the plug to your womb. Your legs shivered as he sloppily massaged your oversensitive walls with his meaty cock. “Fuck, that’s it,” he grunted as hus breathing stuttered.

You squealed as he gripped your hips while he pushed his shaft inside one final time, plugging up your oozing sex with his soaked girth. Tears of pleasure rolled down your plump cheeks as you felt his cock soften inside your spent, raw cunt. Both of you panted as he slipped his head back, a long, thick string of spit connecting your lips.

“How you feelin’?” Hobie murmured. His question almost didn’t register, your mind still drifting in the afterglow of your release. You caught your breath as your muscles began to relax.

“G-Good. Really good,” you gulped. Hobie smiled before pecking your lips. 

“Good enough for another quick round?” he asked with a glint in his eyes. You raised your brows.

“You...serious?” you asked between breaths. Hobie chuckled as he slowly pulled out of your dripping pussy, his cum dripping down your slit and messily painting the bedsheets. You bit your lip as you watched Hobie glide his hands against the inside of your plump, stretched-marked thighs. He slowly sank to his knees, his mouth watering as he eyed your delicious, cum-stuffed pussy. 

“I know, sweetheart. I just want to return the favor from earlier,” he husked before blowing a puff of hot air across your slick labia. You keened as he pulled your lower lips apart with his thumbs and hovered his mouth over your raw cunny. “That alright with you?” Hobie asked with a half-lidded gaze. You nodded and clutched the blanket again. 

“Fuck, y-yes,” you stammered as you kept your legs spread for him. Your boyfriend grinned before he shifted his gaze down to your engorged clit. 

"Good...been starvin' all day," he murmured. You moaned as he licked a bold, wet stripe up your slit. Your eyes rolled back as he tapped your clit with the tip of his tongue before flattening his wet muscle over your sensitive bud. 

“Christ, your pussy tastes divine,” he murmured before pressing a sloppy kiss over your whole cunt. You moaned and bucked your hips forward as he swiped his tongue against your hole, collecting your combined juices and greedily guzzling it down like a man parched. 

“Fuck, Hobie,” you hissed as he dipped his thick muscle past the tight rim of your hole. Your heart raced as eagerly pumped his wet muscle inside your slick cunt. Your body pulsed with heat as he dragged his tongue in and out, his pace sloppy as he sent sending shivers down your spine.

“Could eat this f’every meal and never go hungry, I fuckin’ swear,” he groaned before slapping your bum and diving back in. You moaned as Hobie indulged in your dripping cunt. He groaned as you ground your hips against his face, smearing your combined juices against his sharp chin. You squeaked when he pinched your thigh right as you squeezed your eyes shut again. “Eyes on me, baby,” Hobie reminded you before licking another bold stripe between your folds. You released a shaky breath and nodded before you gritted your teeth.

“Shit,” you moaned as he painted sloppy strokes up and down your slit. He inhaled sharply as he quickly sucked hard over your bundle of nerves, your clit aching with pleasure. “Oh my God,” you choked as he puckered his plump lips around your clit, his chin grinding against your puckering entrance. You squealed as he tenderly sucked on your button while he massaged your supple thighs. His low moans reverberated deep inside your core, your body shivering as he messily kissed up and down your pussy. Your eyes nearly crossed as he shoved his tongue inside your hole again, his languid thrusts making you gasp and strain against your binding.

“H-Hobie wait! I think I’m about to-“ your voice cut off when he pinched your clit. You let out a silent scream as your legs clamped down on his head, your second orgasm crashing over you in a violent wave of bliss. You wailed and rubbed your cunt against his face as your walls contracted around his soft tongue. Hobie’s eyes rolled back as you drenched his face, his mouth wide open and guzzling down your delectable juices. He rubbed your legs as you whimpered and rode out your orgasm on his lips.

You panted wildly as you felt yourself float back down to earth, your whole being trembling as you blinked away tears of pleasure. Hobie grunted as he slowly dragged his tongue out of you, his eyes glazed over with lust. He glanced at you as he pressed a quick kiss to your folds before leaning over your shivering form, his cheeks sucked in a little. You parted your lips as he lowered himself and suddenly slipped his tongue inside your warm mouth. 

You mewled as the heady taste of your combined juices cascaded over your tongue and slid down your throat. Hobie rumbled lowly as he watched you swallow your spend. His eyes softened before he pulled back and carefully ripped the webbing from your wrists.

“Did so well f’me, sweet girl,” he murmured gently as he smoothed his hands over your hips. You gave him an exhausted grin as he rested on top of you, his tall form draped over your glowing body. You sighed as you wrapped your arms around his back, tracing your finger along every dip and curve of his muscles.

"Need anythin'?" Hobie asked, his lips brushing against your earlobe. You hummed to yourself.

"A bath would be nice," you smile sheepishly. Your boyfriend grinned before he pushed himself up. Your body glowed with warmth as you reached your hand over and cupped his face. “I think you'll have to carry me, though,” you giggled. Hobie chuckled as he smoothed his hands against your sides.

“Anything for my girl,” he murmured softly.

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[lostcauses-noregrets]

By Rafael Motamayor, New York Times, Nov. 5, 2023

On Saturday, the final episode of the anime adaptation of Hajime Isayama’s “Attack on Titan” premiered on Crunchyroll and Hulu, ending an epic tale that started back in 2013.

Like the manga, which ran from 2009 to 2021, the anime was an instant hit, becoming one of the defining shows of the modern anime era, with spinoffs, live-action and video game adaptations, and even a comic book crossover with Marvel’s “Spider-Man” and “Avengers” titles.

Since the fourth and final season started airing in 2020, “Attack on Titan” has been one of the most popular shows on the internet — episodes have routinely trended on social media, streaming servers have occasionally crashed, the opening theme song became a rare anime song to hit the U.S. Billboard charts. Parrot Analytics said it was the most “in-demand” show in the world in 2021, a metric based on analysis of streaming, social media, search and other online behaviors. The manga has continued to be popular as well, selling over 120 million copies worldwide, and several of the published volumes have charted on the New York Times graphic novels and manga best-seller list.

What started as a thrilling yet relatively simple tale of a young boy seeking revenge against the giant humanoid monsters that ate his mother quickly evolved into a thought-provoking war epic. The tonal shift in “Attack on Titan” also came with one of the biggest heel-turns in modern anime, with the protagonist, Eren Jaeger, devolving into a radicalized monster threatening worldwide genocide.

Since the manga ended in 2021, there has been plenty of speculation and debate over Eren’s antagonistic turn and what the story’s ending means. Ahead of the release of the final episode, the manga creator Hajime Isayama, speaking through an interpreter, David Higbee, talks about the restrictive nature of writing and the story’s dark ending. These are edited excerpts from the interview.

The manga ended a couple of years ago, and the anime is just finishing now. How do you feel about the story coming to an end?

For this anime to be made and for that to go beyond the borders of Japan and to reach a worldwide audience is something that’s been a very happy occurrence for me. In a sense, “Attack on Titan” has connected me to the world, and that’s something that I’m very glad happened.

How much of the ending from the manga did you have in mind when you first began writing “Attack on Titan”? And how much did it change along the way?

That was pretty much there from the beginning, the story that starts with the victim who then goes through this story and becomes the aggressor. That is something I had in mind right from the get-go. Along the way, certain aspects of the story didn’t go as expected, and I adapted and fleshed out certain aspects. But I would say the ending of the story didn’t change much

There’s a much-talked-about scene where Armin, who is struggling with Eren’s turn into a mass murderer, seems to thank him for his actions. Can you talk about the meaning behind that conversation?

My thinking there wasn’t really that Armin was trying to push Eren away for the sake of justice or whatnot. It was more that he wanted to, in a sense, take joint responsibility. He wanted to become an accomplice. In order to become an accomplice, Armin had to make sure that he used very strong wording so that he could take those sins upon himself. And so that was the intent behind it.

You have a scene where Eren apologizes to a kid for the carnage he’s going to commit and says he was disappointed in the world he saw beyond the walls. What does that say about his motivation?

I think that refers to the fact that Eren was dreaming of going to this world outside of the walls where there was nobody and there was nothing. There was an excitement about this world that was just empty, a clean slate. I don’t really know whether that’s a good or a bad thing, and I don’t really know why that was the ideal that I set up for Eren as a part of this story. But what I can say is that, when he does get across the wall at that point, he says he sees that the world is really not that different from what’s within the walls in the world that he already knows. I believe that’s probably the disappointment that I’m referring to in that specific scene.

Eren says in the final episode of the anime that he had no choice but to follow the future that he saw, that he was powerless against the powers of the Founding Titan. Armin even asks if he’s really free. Was he telling the truth or do you see this as him telling an excuse?

So the truth is the situation with Eren actually overlaps in a certain sense with my own story with this manga. When I first started this series, I was worried that it would probably be canceled. It was a work that no one knew about. But I had already started the story with the ending in mind. And the story ended up being read and watched by an incredible number of people, and it led to me being given a huge power that I didn’t quite feel comfortable with.

It would have been nice if I could have changed the ending. Writing manga is supposed to be freeing. But if I was completely free, then I should have been able to change the ending. I could have changed it and said I wanted to go in a different direction. But the fact is that I was tied down to what I had originally envisioned when I was young. And so, manga became a very restrictive art form for me, similar to how the massive powers that Eren acquired ended up restricting him.

You have been involved in the anime production for a little while, supervising the adaptation’s storyboards, and have been known for asking for changes to the story in the adaptation. Did you personally ask for anything for the final episode?

Yes. Absolutely. I checked the script, but the main thing was the storyboards. There were different things I suggested. When it comes down to it, it’s really the role of the production to make those decisions. But I wanted to at least give my input so that they could take those into account when they were making the final decisions.

The manga ends with you showing the future of Paradis and sort of the cycle of war continuing. Is there no end to the conflict and the cycle you present in the story?

I guess there could have been an ending where it was a happy ending and the war ended and everything was fine and dandy. I guess that could have been possible. At the same time, the end of fighting and the end of contention itself kind of seems hokey. It kind of seems like it’s not even believable. It’s just not plausible in the world we’re living in right now. And so, sadly, I had to give up on that kind of happy ending.

[New York Times, 5 November 2023]

[kairiscorner]

now what if

miguel x filipino reader (silly and soft hcs!!)

• he'd have little problems understanding you, same with miles, in the previous x filipino reader, he'd understand the shared words tagalog and spanish have.

• involuntarily, i think mans would full on speak spanish if he hears you use just enough shared words to get him expressing his thoughts in spanish.

• "beh, asan yung sapatos ko? hala ba't malapit sa bintana, okay, ah, bibili ako ng leche flan, gusto mo ba?"

• "oh, claro, seguro que me gustaría un poco."

• "ano, ah, okay"

• you two would kinda just get by picking up random tidbits of spanish and tagalog, BUT YOU CANNOT DENY THAT YOU FALL APART WHEN HE SPEAKS SPANISH; HIS VOICE >>>>>>

• he'd also fear the slipper.

• you joke that if another spider person came crawling to you, crying because he yelled at them, you threatened to throw your own slippers in his face; you refused to let him just get angry whenever things didn't go his way.

• "isa pa, sinasabi ko talaga sayo, TSITSINELASIN KITA SA MUKHA, WAG MO KONG SUBUKAN"

• "PLEASE, I'M SORRY, PUT THE DAMN SLIPPER DOWN, QUERIDA"

• he got less angry at the spider people when you threatened him, he became more patient and understanding because of your guidance, too.

• you taught him to use "po" and "opo" when addressing his elders, especially towards your parents when he met them. he was initially confused as to why you used it on him when you two were practically the same age, but when you explained it was just your habit, he didn't ask anymore. in fact, he kinda found it endearing.

• when he learned how "ate" (ah-teh) and "kuya" were used, he called you that for a while until you told him you didn't want him to call you that and just refer to you by name.

• "ate/kuya, what's the update?", "ate/kuya, your report?", "ate/kuya, i want some, what was it? ah, ate/kuya, i want some tinapay (bread)"

• but when he learned about filipino pet names......... he used them TO THE MAX.

• he calls you, "mahal", "beh", and the..... "bebe labs" (cries) he used the "bebe labs" one because you kept using it for him.

• "bebe labs, what's for dinner?" now that was the first and last time he ever called you that. yes, lyla and you have a recording of that, it's your ringtone.

• your song with him is "panalangin" by apo hiking society, change my mind.

• he doesn't seem too interested in teleseryes, what with his hardass and stern look, but when he caught you watching one at home at night when he came back, he found himself sitting down with you and making commentary about the antagonistic bitches and how it'd be so satisfying for them to receive karma, tearing about a character's death, and clicking his tongue as he says, "i fucking knew they were gonna cheat/weren't dead/that character was the parent"

• he'd make an effort to learn tagalog and/or your local dialect for you, especially if you were more fluent in that than in english. he also wanted you to feel that he valued your culture and your roots, just as much as he valued his own.

• HE LOVES THE CHICKENJOY IN JOLLIBEE 🫂🫂🫂

• if you two ever got into an argument, he'd buy you jollibee as an apology and say he was really sorry and that the whole argument was stupid, he shouldn't have said/done what he said or did.

• MIGGY IN A BARONG TAGALOG >>>>>>

• he blushes when you call him "guapo/gwapo", you do it all the time :> he calls you "maganda" and "mahal ko" regardless of your gender <333

[lillotus17]

INTERTWINED SERIES MASTERLIST (Spidermen!ENHA)

SYNOPSIS: After being dead for two minutes and then brought back to life thanks to your coworker, you start to get these weird visions of the future events just minutes before they happen. During a train ride you witness the murder of three teenage boys in broad daylight and then suddenly the next second they're sitting back down in their seats, alive and breathing. Despite the want you have to keep your peace and leave it alone, you can't help but get a very bad feeling and it only intensifies when you recognize the man that murdered them in your vision, three train carts away, walking in your guys' direction. Shoving the three boys off of the train, saving their lives, risking your own, and being accused of kidnapping was not on your bucket list after surviving death already. You don't have any clue what is going on or what in the hell you're gonna do to help three boys but thankfully the four of you bump into some help along the way.

PAIRING: EnhaHyung!Line X Fem. Reader, Spider-men!EnhaHyungLine x Madame Webb!Reader, Superhero!EnhaHyungLine x Clairvoyant!Reader, Spider!EnhaHyungLine x Paramedic!Reader, [ft. Enha Kim Sunoo (Anya Corazon), Yang Jungwon (Julia Cornwall), and Nishimura Riki (Mattie Franklin); TXT Yeonjun (Ezekial Sims), Choi Soobin (Ben Parker), mentions of Choi Beomgyu (Richard Parker); Shin Ryujin (Mary Parker); more to be added].

GENRE: Superhero AU, Romance, Action, Comedy, Angst, Strangers to Allies to Friends to Lovers, polyamorous relationship, (let me know if I forgot anything) more to be added!

WARNINGS: profanity, sexual/suggestive content (intercourse, oral, masturbation, phone sex, sexting, etc) ONLY WRITTEN FOR HYUNG LINE, MINORS DNI (you WILL be removed/blocked), poly relationship, drinking/consuming alcohol, feminine pronouns/terms used for reader, MADAME WEBB SPOLIERS!!! If you haven't watched it already! This is based on the MADAME WEBB MOVIE with some twist added into it! Use and reference of japanese folklore, not accurate. Let me know if I forgot anything at all!

DISCLAIMER: This is purely a work of FICTION! This is not meant to portray any of the Enhypen Members or other mentioned idols in any way shape or form.

I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE IMAGES/GIFS THAT MAY BE/ARE USED IN MY WRITING. IMAGES CREATED BY ME WILL HAVE MY WATERMARK OR BE COPYRIGHTED! THE MOOD BOARDS USED FOR THIS SERIES ARE ONES I PUT TOGETHER ON MY OWN BUT THE PHOTOS USED ARE NOT MINE!

ALL CREDITS GO TO THE OWNERS/CREATORS!

PLEASE DO NOT COPY OR REPOST MY WORK!

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION, STRICTLY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES.

P.S. if you haven't already, you should definitely check out @artysse (credited) on TIKTOK! If you already have, then you know that it's and ENHA Fan Art Account of Spider ENHA! It's really fucking awesome! Go show some love!

NOT PROOF READ: Apologies for any grammatical errors, my loves!

AUTHOR'S NOTES: This takes place in New York, with mentions of South Korea and Japan. Reader is the same age as Jay, Jake, and Sunghoon. Jungwon, Sunoo, and Niki are the same age, in high school, and have a bigger age gap between them and hyung line. Time gaps, mentions of MCU universe events/milestones. Slight spider-verse au, hyung line are all from different universes! More to be added!

Character Introductions:

| Introduction 1 | Introduction 2 | Introduction 3 | Bonus

CH. 1: Resuscitation

CH. 2: Kidnapping

CH. 3: In Progress...

CH. 4: TBA...

CH.5: TBA...

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[narcissistshandler]

Thinkin abt spider noir alot.. idk if you'd write for him but if you do (i think he was on your character list?)

ftm reader with noir.. i feel like he'd be so gentle and caring unless its like been a stressful night, then he'd use your body to take out his stress ♡ perhaps :)

𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗢 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗟 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗦

✧ 𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦 male reader x spider noir (peter parker)

✧ 𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 afab!reader, oral sex (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving), folds/lips/pussy and such words used to describe/refer the reader's genitalia, pussy slapping (reader receiving), a bit of overstimulation at the end, a little bit of sub!reader but hinted at reader and noir being switches

✧ 𝖠/𝖭 I write to him don't worry ♡ sorry for the delay in the updates, the end of the year is always complicated for me and this has not yet been edited

Being with Noir meant among many things that he needed you. He had made the first move, shown interest in you and always treated you with a kindness and chivalry that sometimes you considered if you weren't having a dream - but when the kisses deepened, your breaths combined quickened and he asked you with his voice dripping desire 'if it was ok to go further', you know, no dream compared to reality.

He needed your company, your presence. You were the only one capable of making that rage that craved in his chest after a hard night, not devour him. It was okay, you liked these two different sides of him and it was great to be able to help him and have his complete and total trust, even when the consequences of being Noir's human stress ball were more physical than anything and most of the time, your night's sleep was completely wasted in favor of fulfilling your boyfriend's urges.

Marks were always left behind the next day, some so striking with the colors deepening or blood pooling on the surface that as if a valve had been turned, the causer of them all couldn't stop asking if you were all right and if he had hurt you. Bites so deep that the imprint of his teeth would be implanted in your skin for days on the inside of your thighs, extremely close to your sex, that always throbbed non-stop after how he touched you.

Apologies weren't necessary though, you always repeated it to him. You had liked it.

Even the way Noir opened the door gave him away. The heaviest steps. The heavy silence as he moved through the house, prowling around you again and again as if you were prey he was planning to pounce on.

Sitting on the couch in the living room, you waited, seeming to be watching the program that was playing on the television, even though your focus had already been diverted.

It took less time than usual, which said something about how Noir's night had gone. He dropped to his knees in front of you, blocking your line of vision, hat and mask discarded, but the rest of spider-man's costume kept and before you could feign irritation, he leaned in and kissed you. It was like he wanted to devour you, stop you from breathing and drown in you. There was no care or gentleness in the way he grabbed your hair and thrust his tongue into your mouth. He smelled of gunpowder and blood.

Foreplay was dropped, the usual patience with which he liked to take things and make it last, gone. You weren't complaining though.

The shorts and underwear you were wearing were pulled down your legs, the ripping sound of fabric seeming to ignite his hurried movements. The urgency with which he wanted you would never fail to turn you on, only you could get that kind of reaction from him.

Noir's slender fingers covered in black gloves grabbed your ankles, lifting your legs so that your feet were resting on the couch. Then his touch descended, fingers digging carelessly into your thighs as his thumbs pulled your folds open, exposing you completely with a methodicality that was almost cold, if not for the hunger in his eyes. Noir moved you like you were a rag doll, positioning you as he wanted.

The night air hit your warm, sensitive skin, still dry but already pulsing with anticipation.

The kiss was broken and you gasped for air, saliva running down your chin. Not a word was exchanged; the voices coming from the television dissolved into a background blur. He crouched down between your legs, eyes dark and heavy; hot breath reaching where you were most sensitive.

There was no teasing or slowing down. He ran his tongue between your folds, getting a taste, before burying himself between your thighs, sucking and licking you as if he needed you to survive.

The air caught in your chest and your legs twitched in his grip, moans and sighs starting to come out of your swollen lips from kisses.

Noir pulled back and before you could make any attempt to regain that stimulation, one of his hands left your leg and came down in a firm, painful slap against your sensitive clit.

Your entire body reacted to the pain, legs shooting together in a feeble attempt to stop the interested yet painful contracting of your stricken clitoris. Noir's control soon returned, spreading your legs apart once more and his tongue flicking against your clit, calming the pain that he himself caused — and that you allowed.

The pain is soon swallowed up by sweet pleasure. His eager mouth explored every inch of your wetness, tongue dancing along your sensitive folds, swirling around your throbbing clit, before sliding down and over the sensitive entrance, working its way inside, first superficially, just the wet tip venturing inside, then deeper, his nose slamming with such violence against your clit that it made your entire body shudder as he tried to press his tongue all the way inside you, licking your sensitive walls.

One of your hands shot into his disheveled hair and your hips rocked back against his mouth, pleasure burning through your veins with a burn that set your skin on fire, your heels digging into the couch for support, legs trembling beside his face.

Your body grew hot under Noir's ministrations, quickly getting wetter and wetter for him and you knew a wet spot would be left behind on the sofa beneath you. You opened your mouth, wanting to say something, anything to him, how good he was, how good he made you feel, that he would make you come soon; but only a breathy sigh sounded in the air joining the wet noise your pussy was making.

Rocking against his face, you dragged yourself against his tongue, which slid in a wet, messy line from your entrance to your clit. You could feel yourself leaking into his mouth and wetting his face, occasionally Noir's nose and chin dragging against your damp, sensitive skin.

Every suck, lick and sloppy kiss takes you higher and higher, pulse pounding in your ears, until you can practically taste the sweet release that hovers just in the back of your dry throat.

You come hard, the muscles in your legs clenching so hard it hurts, your free hand gripping the top of the sofa at your back. A loud moan left your mouth and your fingers tugged hard on Noir's hair, fighting the sensitivity as you continued to rock back against his tongue, extending the delicious orgasm.

Noir closed his full lips around your throbbing clit and sucked, a hint of teeth almost making you kick him if it weren't for his fingers digging into your thighs, preventing you from moving sharply as he drank every drop that came out of you.

You moaned in response, and tried to remind yourself that this was more about him than you — even if it was mostly about his mouth on you.

Just when the pleasure started to get painful, he pulled away and you allowed yourself to take a deep breath. Moisture wet the lower part of his face, Noir licked his lips, eyes fixed on your pulsing sex. One of his hands moved down the inside of your thighs and brushed one of your pussy lips away with his thumb, then reached in and spat.

The action was damn dirty. Your pussy throbbed in time with your stuttering heartbeat, and you both watched Noir's spit slide its way down between your folds, before it could spill out of you, two of his gloved fingers slid from your clit to your entrance, using his spit to ease penetration into your already wet and relaxed hole.

"We're not done yet." Noir finally spoke, his voice sounding low and husky, almost unfamiliar in your ears. As most times, he looked completely composed, even when he was kneeling on the living room floor, his hair disheveled, face wet with your fluids and the heavy black coat like a cape draped over his shoulders and crawling against the floor. One gloved hand digging into your left thigh as his dark eyes watched your hole open to accommodate the fingers of his other hand.

You gasp and whimper, toes curling into the fabric of the sofa as you feel the familiar, cold gloved fingers slip inside you, between your walls rippling with the aftershocks of pleasure. Your head falls back onto the sofa, limp hands finding each other clutching the fabric of the t-shirt you were still wearing, pleasure rippling through your head and overstimulation equal parts painful and blissful.

Subconsciously, your body wanted more and as much as you knew that night was far from over, the idea didn't displease you, you knew Noir needed it, he needed you and you needed him too.

"Yes," you agreed with a sigh, your tone full of erotic amusement. "Until you're tired, dear."

A shadow of a smile tugged at his lips, the first emotion other than irritation he'd shown since returning home. He kissed you, softly, totally contrary to how he pressed his fingers harder inside you, a third and fourth finger pressing against your entrance. Gunpowder, blood, musk and sweat hovering like a perfume around his shadowy figure.

"Do you want a toy? Want me to tie you up?" you questioned, panting against his lips. On nights like this, it wasn't just about Noir getting everything he could from you, it was also about needing you to take everything and then some more from him. "Or anything else? You can tell me."

Noir shook his head, the words still hard to get out. "Not now."

"Not now," you agreed and kissed him one more time, handing over complete control of the situation to him, for now at least.

[petervintonjr]

Chime in here, men. And I DO mean, men.

Coming out of my extremely-prolonged social media silence here to address my fellow men, here. This public post is aimed at anyone and everyone who identifies as a man, uses masculine pronouns. 'Cause, fair or unfair, there's a bit of a societal responsibility that comes with that designation.

Gentlemen, the Guys With Microphones (and their popular YouTube channels and their rural radio stations) kinda won the day, here. Their arrogance and their swagger and their braying about being "the real victims here" really resonated with a LOT of people, it seems. 50-year old incels who constantly post lengthy "coaching" screeds about why Real Men(TM) should only date teenage girls (and shouldn't use birth control), are feeling extremely validated. They've been creating an absolute din and they're only going to be emboldened to get even louder and more dangerous.

WE have a responsibility to stop this unleashed misogyny. And no, I don't mean grab our always-at-the-ready pitchforks and torches and go administer some righteous mob justice. That's too easy. I mean detecting this incel/abusive behaviour EARLY from our fellow males, and challenging it. Right then and there. Regardless of who he is or his perceived status or if other guys in earshot are cheering him on. THAT's the scarier part, the part of the task that's going to require some actual courage. It's one thing to pile onto an anonymous comment thread that's making fun of some self-declared "alpha" loser with pimples and a MAGA hat. It's quite another to firmly call out that affable co-worker that everyone likes, or Director Bob, or Pastor Jim. Or Athlete Stu or Officer Brett or good old Veteran Mike. Or Landlord Hal.

Or CEO Charlie.

But that IS our responsibility. Keep your eyes and ears open and SHUT THAT S**T DOWN. Decisively. A look of disgust and an unmistakable "Dude, did you REALLY just say that? What are you, five?" challenge. Or a clear-as-vodka "Not cool, man. You sound like a freakin' pedo, what's wrong with you?" Or a revolted "Christ, do you talk like that in front of your customers? I'm surprised you still have any." Or just plain "You talk about other people's genitals a LOT, like, a WHOLE lot, do you know that?" Play the 'ol public embarrassment card ...knowing full well it may swiftly reverse-Uno back on your gallant well-intentioned ass and leave you standing alone in a roomful of self-righteously angry dudes whose confidence just got pricked. Actions such as these DO paint a target upon one's back.

And oh yeah, don't expect thanks or praise from any of the women in your life; there's a very good reason most of them have by now cheerfully chosen the bear. (And don't pretend you don't know what I'm referring to, there.) Stop this threat BEFORE it turns into a crime and just accept that as its own reward. Suffocate these predators in their crib, so to speak, even if you're the only one that knows anything was even done. That gushy "How can I EVER repay you?" fictional trope is just that: fiction. (If we MUST invoke fiction, then at the very least be like Doctor Who or Spider-Man: save the day and clear out.)

So to restate the premise: I need to hear from my fellow men, here. The ones the media is falling all over themselves to apologize and pander to for "neglecting" and "marginalizing." All of the women in my orbit have already made their thoughts ABUNDANTLY clear about all of this; they are now taking the next appropriate steps, and they are 100% right to do so. Leave them be; they've enough to deal with. I'm interested to know what YOU are going to do, in your societal role as men, to help in all of this.

[symbiotic-slime]

comparing malevolent and venom (or: why private eyes and symbrock are the same ship in different fonts)

spoilers ahead for the venom movies, various venom comics, and s1 of malevolent!!

Arthur is a PI, Eddie is an investigative journalist. Both of them ran into their body mates through their investigations (specifically movies!Eddie, comics!Eddie does not share this origin)

The Entity takes the name John through experiences with Arthur. When Arthur is in a coma for a month, the nurses don’t know his name and refer to him as John Doe. The Entity notices this and finds solace in it. When Arthur wakes, the Entity tells Arthur to refer to him as John. In the Venom comics, their collective name “Venom” came from Eddie being deranged about losing his job as a reporter. He tells Peter to call them Venom, because that’s what he’s paid to write at the shitty tabloids he’s employed at.

(from Amazing Spider-Man #300 [1963])

Though the Venom Symbiote has a name from its home world, many characters throughout the comics refer to it as Venom, implying they kept the name Eddie gave them.

In episode 9, John and Arthur argue until they give each other the silent treatment, leading to them getting caught by the police because John did not warn him there were officers. After realizing they need to work together, John and Arthur escape from the officers (and the supernatural lake monster). Towards the end of that episode, John tells Arthur that “you and I are one, and I need to begin to see us as one.” In Venom: Let There Be Carnage, Venom and Eddie have a rather dramatic break up that ends with them separating from each other. Eddie then gets arrested and brought in as a suspect in Cletus Kassidy’s escape. Venom, in Anne’s body, comes back and breaks Eddie out of police custody. After some apologies from Eddie (though if you ask me Venom also should’ve been apologizing but alas) they bond with each other again. Later through the power of love symbiosis, Venom and Eddie acting as one are able to defeat Carnage.

In episode 12, it’s revealed that John is a fragment of The King In Yellow. The cult gives the King the ability to fully realize itself and take over Arthur’s body, but the King is unable to. The part of itself, John, has become so entangled with Arthur that it cannot fully erase Arthur from itself. In the Venom 2018-2021 run (I know, I’m drawing on Cates. i cannot believe I’m using him to prove a point), the King in Black, Knull, is trying to take over Earth. It corrupts symbiotes, makes them nothing more than servants for it. Knull was unable to corrupt the Venom symbiote specifically because it could not burn the light (Eddie) out of it.

(from Venom 2018 issue 3; 5)

Other smaller similarities between Malevolent and Venom (some of which I only noticed because I’m insane):

guy named Eddie

Arthur chokes someone out while not in control of his left hand (episode 2); Venom chokes Dan after taking control of Eddie’s left hand (Venom 2018).

both John and Arthur and Eddie and Venom bicker like old married couples

Arthur and movies!Eddie are just,,,, such pathetic wet cats of men

[cherryredstars]

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x gn!reader (established relationship)

Warnings: short references to fighting/neglectful homelife, but mostly fluff

Summary: Taking a day off from work, Miguel sits with you as you both spend the day building legos. 

A/N: I had the undying urge to write this after continuously seeing posts about Miguel loving legos and Lego Peter. This is my first time posting anything on Tumblr so I apologize for any mistakes :))

Word Count: 1K (edited, but may still have some errors)

Miguel always loved legos as a kid. Legos were the perfect escape for him. It preoccupied his mind, forcing him to forget about his neglectful parents and disappointing home life. It was the one thing that could be just his, even when he let Gabriel help him when his parents were having screaming matches in the kitchen. Miguel would beam with pride after finishing a set, everything being perfectly in place and showing what time and dedication could result in. Even as an adult with multiple worlds weighing on his shoulders, Miguel still indulged in legos occasionally. He had an impressive collection on display in his personal office at home, but barely any free time to add to it. He suspected that it was one of the major reasons why he loved Lego Peter so much, though he would never admit it to another breathing soul. The smaller Spider-Man reminded him of simpler times. Times before the multiverse consumed his every hour and normalcy was still within reach for him. 

Today, however, the multiverse (with reluctance from Miguel) could wait. Or so you say. With your skills of persuasion, (you had called Jess and told her she would have to be in charge for the day as Miguel had “fallen ill”), you had successfully convinced Miguel to take the day off and spend it with you. He had complained at first, but later found himself relaxing as he sat besides you on the living room floor. You had decided that today would be dedicated to quality time between the both of you and that meant you would only do activities you could do together. That’s how Miguel found himself watching you become progressively more frustrated as you tried to build the lego set you had gotten him for his birthday. It never occurred to you that in Miguel’s advanced, futuristic dimension, that legos would also be more advanced and way more complex than what you were used to in your universe. 

"I think this is the right piece. This is the right one, right?" you question, your head looking from the instructional pamphlet to the small structure in front of you. 

Miguel watches in amusement as you count the pegs on the picture and compare it to the piece you snapped into place. You sigh as you realize that it, in fact, is not the right piece. Of course, Miguel already knew that the second you lifted up the lego piece. But who was he to ruin your concentration? He wouldn’t want to be “nagging” and “a backseat driver", as you so kindly described his previous attempts to help. You lift up the structure to eye-level, trying to gently remove the piece without breaking any of the work already made. You try to slide your nail in between the two pieces, but find that it stubbornly won't disconnect. Of course, even in the future some pieces still get stuck together with no way to remove them.

Your brows furrow at your failed attempts before giving Miguel an exasperated look, “You know, this is supposed to be a fun group activity. Not a ‘let me do nothing but sit around and watch as the love of my life struggles and does all the work’ activity.”

You hand the configuration of legos out to him and he simply raises a brow, "Who said I wasn’t having fun? On the contrary, I find your frustration entertaining." He reaches out and takes the structure from you, “It isn’t my fault you can’t follow simple instructions.”

You roll your eyes at him and hold up the instructions to his face, “How, in any universe, are these instructions classified as ‘simple’.” Even with your Spider intelligence, the symbols and pictures are complicated to follow. Trying to decipher them is an hour-long activity all in itself. 

Miguel shakes his head, “The box says for ages 12 and up. You’re in your 20s, yet you can’t understand pictures made for middle schoolers.” Carefully, he extends his claws and slides a single one between the pieces you tried to separate. He takes care to not scratch or damage the legos as his long talon easily disconnects the pieces with a pop. He smirks lazily, smug with the knowledge that he completed the task in seconds while you were struggling for the past two minutes.

He places the structure back into your hands and places the incorrect piece back into the pile on the table. He picks out the correct piece and slides it over to you. You can’t help the smile that spreads on your face as you roll your eyes again, “Yeah, well they made ‘Are You Smarter than a 5th Grader?’ for a reason.”

Miguel sits back against the couch and smiles ever so slightly to himself as you continue building his lego set. Every now and then, you turn back to Miguel with a pout when you need his help separating legos or building a particular section. Of course, this leads to more snide and teasing remarks from him, but he can’t ever deny you anything and he can’t deny that your reliance on him does wonderful things for his ego. Eventually, you end up sliding over the whole set of instructions to him, prompting him to explain the next steps to you. The process goes by much quicker with Miguel telling you what pieces to use and where they go. The structure is done in less than 3 hours, halving the time it would take you if you had done it alone.

Later, Miguel sits in his office. He works on catching up on everything he had missed on his day off. It’s late into the night and the only source of light comes from the yellow screens that he studies. By now, you are already in a deep sleep down the hall in your shared bedroom. As he works, Miguel can’t keep his eyes from straying. Even in the dark, his enhanced eyes can clearly see the finished lego set placed front and center on his shelf. It is surrounded by framed photos of the both of you together and other miscellaneous trinkets you had given him throughout the course of your relationship. It is a shelf dedicated solely to his relationship with you. He scans the shelf once more with a small smile and Miguel thinks to himself that, just maybe, legos aren't the only thing that make him feel normal again. 

I am so sorry if any of the writing is shitty! It has been a good year since I wrote anything. I promise (hopefully) these will get better as I write more! But, I hope you enjoyed it :)).

[goddess-evelle]

Obsessed

Miguel O’hara x latin! nurse wifey

Warnings: Riding, toxic-ish behavior (but not really), sexual references, Miguel is obsessed with you. Grinding, sex p in v. kinda sub Miguel, dom reader ( not too explicitly said)

A/N: There may be some errors. But trustttttt the Spanish is right. Enjoy!

You NEED to read the dialoges with attitude.

Miguel O’hara is a selfish man. This may seem like a surprise to many, since he has given his life to make sure everything goes canonically, but they had never seen the part that he shows you. Therefore, he’ll admit that when it comes to you; he is simply a selfish man, a selfish man that would rather have you all to himself. So, yes, he proudly shows off his wedding ring to anyone that is willing to look, but he doesn’t give any information of you. Because why would he ever give other men a reason to think about you? He only has eyes for you, so he should be the only one looking at you. Don’t get him wrong, he is not an extremely possessive man, he just doesn’t want to share you with the other spider-man. He doesn’t want to have to fight for your time because you are helping other spiders. So, he keeps himself quiet when his injuries make him want to curl into himself in pain, because why would he go to the medics when he has you waiting for him at home. His own little nurse that would make him feel better.

Completely different from what the spiders see when he is working. They see a serious man that takes his job extremely seriously, but at home? He is just a clingy guy that will do anything for you to let him fuck you. Even if it means picking up an extra fight to have you treating his wounds. However, he cannot let you know about this because you will beat his ass, and he’d be damned if he didn’t love a woman that could handle him. He always remembers the first time you met. He thought you were just another damsel in distress, and as he got closer to help; he was the one that ended up with his legs in the air at the sudden throw you gave him to protect yourself. It was then that he saw the supposed aggressor with a black eye. From then on, he did not leave you alone asking you out to different places to eat, he would always pay of course (he wanted to flex, never let you pay once).

Here he stands in front of you with a few pieces broken of his suit; eyes avoiding yours as you stare at the blood dripping to his full lips. He KNOWS what is gonna happen next, and YES he will just stand there and take it. Your hand falls to his ear giving him a yank to bow him to your eye level.

 Damn this motherfucking tall stupid idiot!

“¿Cuántas veces te he dicho que tengas más cuidado peleando?”

“How many times do I have to tell you to be careful when you fight?”

You growl next to his face, but his eyes only look at you as if you are holding the moon in your hands. Your eyes are full of rage.

“Como un nene chiquito, haciendo lo que te dicen que no hagas.”

“Like a little kid doing exactly what I tell you not to do.”

 You push him down to the couch as you gather everything you need to help with his wounds. He knows that despite your angry demeanor, you are only worried about him. Rightfully so, with the way his nose is bruising, his bleeding arm is starting to go numb. You climb on his lap, hands rushing to cup his face and see the damage. You grab a wet wipe to get the blood off his face; watching carefully for if he complains (a new row of insults bubbling in your head). Once that is done, and not happy with the way he is behaving, you press a cold wet towel directly on his nose to stop the swelling. He jolts at the sudden cool feeling.

“Es que te lo digo que tengas cuidado y no, te gusta hacer lo que te da la gana”

“I always tell you to be careful and you don’t listen, always doing whatever you want.”

You finally finish patching up his nose with a pretty white fabric that will reduce the swelling, and you hate to admit how damn handsome your husband looks with his puppy eyes praying a silent apology. You know exactly what he is waiting for. He slowly licks his lips while staring into yours, and you comply. Moving closer to give him a well-deserved kiss. The kiss becomes erotic quickly as he overtakes your mouth by sucking on your tongue. The action makes you moan as his hands are firmly on your waist. Before he can get any more daring, you move away.

“Mami, no seas así, dame un poquito más”

“Mami, don’t be like that, give me a little more” His Deep voice sounds from your neck as he graces the tip of his nose carefully down the column of it inhaling your scent. The action causes to heat pool at your panties, and you are grateful that you are only wearing one of his huge shirts and panties because it will be soooo much easier later when you two actually fuck. You move forwards as if you are going to continue the kiss, and he is so distracted that he doesn’t even notice the way your hand is now on the slash on his arm. Just as you are about to kiss his lips you press your hand into his cut making him groan. It is a little evil, but at the same time you want to see how deep it is. As you continue to check that the cut isn’t really too deep; you move to accommodate yourself on his lap. Let me clarify, you accommodate yourself so that his hard cock lays right in between your pussy. You hum as you start to treat his cut. Hips moving in time with your humming as you grind your clit against his cock. His head rolls back, any pain completely forgotten as he feels your pussy soak through his suit. Fuck he loves that he isn’t wearing any underwear, and he loves even more that he just presses a button to be completely naked. The suit retracts and his cock dangles dripping against his left leg. His cock is simply too big, too thick, too heavy to stand perfectly up. You take more time than needed to enjoy the way the head of his cock teases your clit. Eventually you want to feel the real thing and you take his hand to kiss his knuckles and move his hand to your panties. He takes the hint and snaps them off you.

You don’t waste a single second before you are riding him to death. The way you took him deep with no prep surprises him. (he usually has to prep you A LOT) You whine at the sudden stretch, but you don’t stop as you continue riding him. He gets concerned for a second, he has never seen you ride him this hard.

“Mami, dale s-s suave ah-”

“Mami, go s-s-slow ah-” His hands move to hold your hips, because truly he needs a second to breathe before he comes a little too quickly. You are faster than him holding his hands with yours and putting them under your shirt so that he can play with your tits. You meet a little resistance as he tries to let go to guide you into riding him slower, but you don’t let his hands go.

“P-por favor, mas suave. Perdóname. No- No- No lo vuelvo ah ah hacer, tendré más c-cuidado”

“P-please slow down. I’m sorry. Ah ah I won’t do it again. I’ll be more c-careful.” He mumbles unintelligible. You continue to ride him through his forceful orgasm, as you enjoy your own climax. Tears streaming down his face by the time he finally cums inside of you. You bend down to kiss him, finally letting go of his hands, and he returns the kiss eagerly. A string of saliva unites you as you kiss his forehead.

“Tienes que tener más cuidado, mi amor.”

“My love, you have to be more careful.” You share whispered “I love you’s” before taking a sweet bath.

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