#itsv X reader

[2kiran]

“FALLING INTO PIECES”

PAIRING: Spider-Man Noir x Reader Reader is a male. Bottom Noir. KINKTOBER CW: SMUT, physical descriptions of r (taller than o’hara), implied internal homophobia (noir), size kink, anal fingering

Noir was a simple man in an odd place.

According to his own perception of this alternative reality, at least.

Being a newly recruited member of the Spider Society was certainly not for a man who belongs to the twentieth century; mostly due to the existence of advanced technology no one from his time has invented quite yet. He was unaware—traditional, in his respective terms.

It wasn’t that he was judgmental of the future. He was just clueless to how everything currently functioned. Even now so when he learned that most accepted others so easily without so much of an intentional blink of a suspicious eye, he seemed to shift into a demeanor strangely experimental.

You were one of the only Spider-men he was ridiculously able to settle at ease with for an extended period of time, given that you didn’t ask too many questions and you didn’t feel the need to talk his hearing senses off.

And maybe, maybe it was also due to how... inhumanely large you were in stature.

The size difference between the two of you was stark. Hell, he thinks you stand a few inches taller than the Miguel O’hara. It was probably the reason why he appears to be drawn to you, dare he say attracted.

Right, he hasn’t thought about that part. Hasn’t come to the conclusion that he wasn’t a heterosexual man, as it was the only thing that wasn’t considered to be outrageous in his world.

But Heaven forbid, you were something otherworldly. Built like a beast that towers over him entirely, hands big and calloused while being simultaneously calculated and cautious when it came to tending to his wounds, and you didn’t treat him like he was a stray that’s originated from a nameless town.

He liked you in a way he didn’t know how to admit, and that made him fear the intruding feeling.

That realization only dawned on him as you backed him against a wall, his back hitting the bricks, his head now required to tilt up to meet your masked eyes through his goggles.

“What...” Noir begins, as if he wasn’t deliberately rubbing himself against you every chance he gets despite the danger lurking due to the presence of an anomaly you had the enough luck to capture and send back just moments ago. He swallows nervously, the separating barrier between arousal and regret blurring in the face of getting what he wants at last.

“You know what.” You scoff, leaning your forearm up against the brick wall in front of you in favor of bending slightly down to force yourself into his personal space like how he did with yours. You’re fairly certain his eyes are blown wide in excitement, but you needed to hear it from his mouth - that he wanted it.

“Tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll leave and forget about all of this.”

He liked that about you, how you’re so easily considerate unlike the way your personality outwardly appears to be. For a moment, he considers it, but his core suddenly aches for your touch.

His hand tentatively reaches up, curling around your nape to tug you closer to his masked face. “No, I... I want you.” His words drawl out as foreign sin and lust on his tongue, but neither of you care. “Don’t go. This is what I want. Please.”

“Yeah?” You follow-up, your hand manages to slip down the front of his pants and you waste no time with palming his growing bulge through his boxers, “Want me to take care of you?”

Noir shakily nods his head, a choked gasp escaping his lungs when you apply the right amount of pressure around his cockhead to have his mind begin to haze. “Yes.” He manages, his hands frantically clutching onto your forearms to stabilize himself.

-

He thinks about how you haven’t grown downright exhausted with him yet. You keep on giving and giving to him until he can’t decide what to do with himself; his thoughts prominently melting into slick that pools at his slit and cascades down the length of his dick.

You’re knuckle-deep inside of him once more, the glove you’re using mildly dulling the pleasure but makes him brainless nonetheless. Your digit is thick and long enough for you to roughly prod at his sweet spot, with Noir eagerly asking for another one.

He’s acting as if he’s got something to prove to you. That he can take your cock, that he can make it fit inside of his tight hole. Noir gasps as you push in a second finger.

“That’s it. You’re doing good.” You praise lowly into his ear. Your frame against his is the only thing keeping him from sliding off the closed dumpster he was currently sat on - which should’ve turned him off, but he was hyper-focused on getting himself to come undone beneath the work of your hands.

He is doing good, Noir repeats inside of his head. A whimper slips his lips as he rocks his hips to provoke you into sinking in deeper. He relished in the stretch, a burn that molds itself into a peak.

Noir was yours - made for you as he had no protest despite the phantom whispers of overstimulation making themselves known.

[wisteriaiswriting]

Caring for young spider-person who is scared of Miguel

Words: 148

Request: I saw that you write for ATSV and was wondering if you can do Hobie Brown with a young spider person who is shy and quiet and really scared of Miguel

Hobie tries to bring you out of your shell just a bit during your time at the society.

He tends to bring you with him or to tag along with you on your missions, trying and wanting you to feel comfortable around him at least.

When he eventually notices how scared you are of Miguel (Which is surprisingly quickly) he keeps you away from him.

If you decide that you want to lessen or overcome your fear, he’s there for you throughout the process. Absolutely doesn’t mind if you decide to back out at any point.

He’s your new older brother fr. (Definetly not a good influence on you but hey, who cares, not him for sure)

Whenever he’s at the spider society he’s on the lookout for you, for your safety and so he has a reason to get out of whatever conversation he got pulled into.

[brights-place]

If you’re still doing spider man could I request a 1610 miles x reader where reader convinces him to do a tt trend ( the “a boy who’s jacked and kind” trend w couples?)

[ATSV] 1610!Miles x Reader Warnings: None

A/N: To be honest I never knew or heard about this trend since my side of tiktok is... Video game and Anime edits soz but I did search about it to try write it! Hope you enjoy it even though it's quite small I'm going to my home country soon soooo I have to get ready :DD

Summary: Miles 1610 and his partner trying the tiktok trend “a boy who’s jacked and kind” with extra smooches

- Miles was actually surprised you wanted him to do that yet you were scared that he wouldn't be able to carry you since it felt scary being lifted up to hurt him if you fell - Miles soothed you though easily plus he got that spiderman strength dude - He was staring at you with a love sick smile with the amount of time you two had to take clips cause you got scared and he was able to kiss your cheek and relax you - The first try you flinched at his touch the second you were clinging onto his arms flustered third you nearly fell but hey he caught you like a cheerleader - Fourth time though you kind of got it but you both were a bit stiff BUT the fifth try you did it and it was fun as you two found it actually nice to do - When the video was done he kissed you which had you flustered but hey people enjoyed it and found it adorable - every now and then though miles just to mess with you lifts you up easily which always gets you to shout at him while laughing - Miles made sure though for on your post he said 'Are you single? damn wish I was him' and all those stuff like that which you'd reply to how adorable he is and come over to peck his lips - Miles loves doing these stupid trends with you because he knows you genuinely love them like how much he loves you

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[koolaidmansbabymama]

Me reading old ATSV / ITSV fanfics and watching the edits I saved in my camera roll of my hot wookie poos, knowing that i wont get any new ones until the next movie comes out 💔

[deniable-masterpiece]

what? oh nothing just thinking about how peter parker is a BREEDER. like itsv movies have him wanting and having kids and then in insomniac’s spiderman, he tapped it without a condom and thought he could’ve accidentally become a father. this man fucks.

[lofishhy]

Hes so (bro ive been obsessing this guy lately)

Hes making me feel things ...

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Miles Morales’ sibling (Earth-42)

Earth-42!Miles Morales x sibling!reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Miles42 as y/n’s older brother???”

miles and you were pretty close growing up

you two did everything together

art was your passion and you guys used to love pretending tp be critics

“this needs more color” -you, age 6

“you have no idea what you’re talking about!” -miles, also age 6ish

you’d trade pictures and “help” each other, which really helped you guys find your styles

and all was well and good for a long time. you guys had love from your parents and your uncle and they guided you well through life

uncle aaron helped you guys grow your creativity

your mom taught you compassion and empathy

your dad taught you responsibility and bravery

and after some time, miles and aaron started getting closer, more secretive

“are you hiding something from me?” -you

“no.” -miles

“yes you are”

“no im not”

“so then why am i not invited to aarons anymore? we aren’t making music or murals or whatever else, that’s weird. it’s abrupt”

“yeah, aaron’s busy”

“so then where are you going without me?”

“i can go out without you, y/n”

“you just aren’t yourself anymore”

and soon after that, your dad was killed in action and you weren’t acting yourself either

“hey, maybe its time we bring your sibling into this” -aaron

“trust me, they aren’t ready” -miles

for some time, miles had begun acting as the prowler, using his anger and grief of jefferson’s death to fuel his antics

“miles, y/n needs you. we pulled away, we have to help them” -aaron

“they should stay with mom, we have work to do” -miles

you guys began to shut each other out, you supported your mom since she lost her husband, and you two lived in blissful ignorance of what miles and aaron were working on

“hey kid, brought you some supplies” -aaron

“oh—well, uh, thanks unc” -you

“anytime” -aaron

“i’m glad miles is spending time with aaron, mijo/a. its good for him. for both of them” -rio

“just be nice if they ever spent time with me” -you

“give it time, love. everything will be alright” -rio

you grew more frustrated that miles shut you out and decided to take a look for yourself what they were doing without you

“what the hell?!” -you, walking into aarons apartment and seeing the prowler setup

“get out! no one told you to come here!” -miles

“miles, chill out. that’s your sibling. we wanted to tell you about this. we just wanted to wait until you were ready” -aaron

“ready? you two are sneaking around behind my back, doing god knows what? does mami know?!” -you

“don’t you dare tell her!” -miles

“miles, this is your chance to fix your problems with y/n. lower your voice, talk to them” -aaron

miles and you talked for hours over this, and you were heartbroken that he didn’t tell you sooner and thought he couldn’t

but you suspected he may not have wanted to because he wanted to try this alone

you really did want to be included though, it looked like an incredibly exciting gig

and who knows what kind of trouble you guys could get into together?

it was hard to keep it a secret from rio, but everyone was working out their grief in their own ways

and miles was still in one piece so far, so no harm done?

and one day you got a call from aaron to come to his place. immediately

so imagine your surprise when you saw miles strung up to the punching bag

“what are you doing?! let him down! why did you take out his braids?!” -you

“we didn’t” -miles

you looked SO confused

“who the hell is this?” -you

“that’s what we’re trying to figure out” -aaron

“hey..im miles…” -miles, from another universe

taglist: @summersimmerus // @milkiane // @wild-rose-35 // @nekoannie-chan // @deanzboyfriend // @mr-mxyzptlk-1940 //

[sunnlyfe]

𝐒𝐞𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 — pride event!

I want to celebrate this month with a fun but cliche event, like I did last year. i hope this can get me back into the groove of writing and also help me engage more with others inside fandoms I write for, readers and writers alike.

this event is open to any of the fandoms I write for, especially for character within them that are canonically or are implied to be queer in any way!

please note that all requests must have character in a mlm or wlw relationship with reader nd/or a trans character/ reader. this is a pride event, dedicated to lgbtq+ relationships, romantic or otherwise.

event duration: 6/03/25 — 6/24/25

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I wonder if you look both ways? — send this and I will write what FINALLY leads either you or character to confessing.

Can I get a kiss? — the first time you and character share a kiss, and how I think they reacted to it, how it felt, who initiated, etc.

Can you make it last forever? — who doesn't love a good wedding episode. send this and i will create a wedding for you guys! who's the maid of honor/best man, the flower boy, how "bride" zilla they went, etc.

Cupid hit me with precision! — who fell in love first, and who fell harder.

Okay, okay, okay — coming out prompt. send this and I will tell you how I think you coming out to a character would go, or vice versa!

La, la, la — send this and I will tell you what kind of first date you & character had + a moodboard or how it went.

One more time? — headcanons! send this, and i will give you my queer thoughts about a character. youre more than welcome to send in your own with this prompt as well.

hope you guys enjoy!! happy pride month to everyone, I love you all. I realize a lot of these are romantic, which i apologize for. if you have any platonic variations that you wish to send in, that is MORE than okay.

you are welcome to request for any characters in the tags and other characters in those same fandom! too lazy to think of everyone.

[the-kr8tor]

Aaron as prowler and as an underground fighter in his spare time reuniting with his childhood crush many years later. I think she’d be a lawyer. Damn literal opposites. One breaks the law and the other is always seeking justice.

Ps thanks for another chance at a request xxx

Ofc! Thank you for requesting!! I had way too much fun with it lol I hope you like it ❤️❤️❤️

Pairing: Aaron Davis x fem! Reader/ 1610 prowler x fem! Reader

Word count: 3.5k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, lawyer! Reader, underground boxer! Aaron, established relationship, cw alcohol mention, ex! Aaron, hurt/comfort, lovestruck! Aaron, fluff!

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When you entered the county jail to talk to your client, you never expected to come face to face with an old friend and love.

Aaron exits the double doors, hands bound by handcuffs and yet still impeccably dressed. His eyes mirror your own, shocked and flustered the second he sees you in your suit, clutching what seems to be dozens of manila folders in your arms. To him, you haven't changed one bit, always with a book or two, nose buried in a textbook as thick as his stubborn head. Your face is just like how he remembered it, the same cheeks he once kissed a thousand times, lips kissed a million more. And your eyes still have that same shine, one that he still remembers that filled with tears when he left you in the pouring rain right outside your family home.

To you, he has changed a lot, too much that you could barely recognize him anymore. Aaron still bears the remnants of a fight, eye swollen and purple, lip cracked and nose caked in drying blood. And yet, you can still remember tending to the same wounds with a gentle touch, lips even more gentle as you wish your kiss could heal him.

Aaron is the first person you've ever loved, and you think he's the last person you'll ever love.

“Hey,” his voice cuts the silence. “Please don't tell me you're my lawyer.”

“Shit,” you wince, wishing that you read all the files now that you're standing in front of him.

“Sounds like you are,” he chuckles, and you feel the familiar warmth that's always the result of his laughter. “Great, now I'll be distracted the whole time.”

“Aaron—”

“Yes, sweetheart?” That earns a push from the cop behind him. “Right, right, settling down.”

“Let's get this over with.” Sighing, you push open the doors towards the room that's specifically for lawyer and client meetings.

He follows behind you, handcuffs clinking as he sits adjacent to you. The room is sparse, grey walls and even greyer floors. Save for a table and two chairs, it's all that there is inside.

“You've got thirty minutes.” The cop says with a grimace.

“Wait, what?” You look over your shoulder, eyeing the uniformed man down. “It's supposed to be an hour!”

“Change of rules.” With those parting words, he shuts the doors and locks it behind him.

“Are you going to give this place zero stars on yelp like that one place with the rude waitress?” Aaron snidely remarks.

Inhaling the stale air, you ignore his attempt at a banter. You place all the files on the table and open his file right in front of you before pressing your recorder open. His eyes briefly widen at the sight of the familiar thing, it's the same recorder he gifted to you after you got into law school. It has the same scuffs and marks that he could tell that you've taken good care of it to not add a new one on its wood and leather façade. It even works perfectly well for something he bought second hand when back then it was all he could afford. Now he could buy you a dozen of those things if you asked.

“So, Mr. Davis—”

“You know I hate getting called that.” Aaron interrupts, subtly moving his hand across the table towards the pile of files. “Don't you think we're beyond that?”

“You lost the privilege of me calling you by your nickname when you broke my heart.”

“Shit, you get right on it, huh? You don't even care about the recording.”

“It's for personal use anyway.” Clicking your pen, you scribble something on your notebook, making sure that you're glancing at him from time to time.

“What are you writing?” Craning his neck up, he tries to take a peek but you hide it further into your chest.

“Case notes.”

“You're writing a lot.” He chuckles, albeit nervously. “C’mon, babe—”

“Stop it, Aaron. I'm here to work.”

He spreads his arms as far as he could with the cuffs. “Let's work it out then.”

“That’s not what I meant—”

“I'm sorry.” Blurting it out, you don't know if the man before you said it genuinely. “I was a dick, and I shouldn't have ended it that way. Ten fucking years together and I shouldn't have….I didn't mean to break your heart.”

“I'm over it, Aaron.” You ignore the way his face fell. “We only have thirty minutes, so unless you want to stay in jail until the next time you could get a court appointed lawyer which is probably a week or a month from now then I suggest you drop it.”

“There's a reason why—”

“Aaron, please.” You choke on a sob. “Just let me work.”

Now you're the one breaking his heart unintentionally.

“Okay,” he inhales, hands placed under the table and away from the camera as he fiddles with a paperclip he got from your papers. “Can you at least tell me how you're doing?”

Biting your cheek, whenever you look at him or stare at his picture, you could only remember that day, you could only see the same face that shattered your heart in a million pieces. You thought you'd marry him one day, get a decent apartment, maybe even a dog or a cat, hell, you'll even settle for a pet lizard when he has that weird affinity towards them. You were ready to spend the rest of your life with him. You'd be a lawyer, and your life would be perfect with him. Any life with him would already be perfect, you knew this the moment he asked you out to prom. You love him, but all you can see right now is hurt and sorrow, all those nights of crying your eyes out while Rio or his brother would ring your phone relentlessly comes back to you at this moment.

You were alone, when all you wanted was to tell him about every achievement, every win and loss. You just wanted him to suddenly appear behind your door and pick up where the two of you left.

“I'm good,” your palm flexes. “Actually, I'm really great. My husband and I just bought a house.”

You can see the way he swallows thickly, and you try to avoid looking at his neck for too long after that.

“Really?” He blinks, “how is he? What's his name? Where'd you meet the guy?”

“Why should I tell you?” You practically hiss at him, your expression sparking a memory in his mind as he unintentionally clears his throat from the vision that flew by his mind. “Can we start working now or what?”

Aaron lifts his hands above the table, now free of his cuffs. “I don't know, you tell me?”

Your eyes widen in shock. “Aaron—!” The papers suddenly fly around you, blinding you for a second as you hear the door abruptly open and within a second, he knocks out the cop and flees the scene. Leaving you in your seat, still flabbergasted at what happened.

—

After numerous questioning by the cops and your own lawyer, you're finally allowed to come home to your empty house. There's no husband that you previously boasted about to Aaron just to see the same hurt on his face. A pathetic attempt at some sort of revenge. Hell, you've never dated after Aaron, dates never lasted long enough to be called your partner, and you were too afraid to feel that hurt and grief again.

As you lounge on your sofa, the same one you dreamed of buying with Aaron in mind, the glass of wine you poured yourself sits on your coffee table untouched. As always, your eyes linger on the picture frame on the mantle. It's you and Aaron smiling at the camera while you're waving your college diploma around as he hugs you to his side. You've always had the excuse of having that picture up since Jeff and Rio are in the picture too. And whenever they visit with their newborn, they always eye it but they never teased you about it.

Just as when your eyes begin to close, the soft jazz vinyl playing in the background is silenced by the sudden loud knocking on your door.

Groaning, head tilting back in annoyance, you lumber your way towards the door. Without checking the peephole, you open it carelessly.

“Hi, sweetheart.” Aaron says, a large raincoat hides him as he clutches a crushed bouquet of flowers, specifically, your favourites. “Don't shut—!”

You shut the door close against his foot while he tries to stop it. “Go away!”

His head peeks through the gap, “please, just hear me out, okay!”

“You're a fugitive! I'd be harboring a fugitive!” You whisper yell as he pushes the door. “Do you want to add breaking and entering in your record?!”

“This fugitive still fucking loves you so please open the door!”

You pause, narrowed eyes looking at him suspiciously. For a moment, Aaron thinks you're about to let him in. “I call bullshit!” Pushing the door again, he puts his fingers in-between and you finally close it with his hand still in the door, almost crushing his fingers.

His pained scream has you opening it immediately. “Shit, fuck!” He shakes his hand, wincing. “You got stronger, ow.”

“I go to the gym.” You heave, resisting to help him, watching him stay in the doorway despite the widely opened door. The flowers are littered all over your doorway, petals crumpled like your heart.

“Really?” He cradles his injured hand, still smiling, all though wobbly. “That’s good— do you have some ice?”

“Yeah, I think I do.” And yet you don't move. “What're you doing here, Aaron?”

“To see you, apologize and fucking grovel if I have to.”

“Please, you're only saying that so I could help in lessening your sentence.” Your arms fold over your chest.

“No, not really. I'm already out anyway.”

“Escaping isn't the same as being out, Aaron.”

“I know, so let me talk to you before they track me down.” His eyes pleads, the same look he had when he broke it off as he unlatched you away from him. “Please.”

“Why now? It's not like you're serving time through all those years you were gone. You weren't even there when your nephew was born.” Your words strike him in his heart.

“I'm sorry,” thunder rumbles somewhere. “it's just when I saw you today with that same damn recorder… I— I tried to be cocky and be an asshole but I couldn't, not when you kept it. Even after everything, why’d you keep it?”

“It's reliable.” You shuffle your feet, a nervous tick that Aaron knows too well.

“It's outdated.” Chuckling, rain rolls around, cold wind sweeping through the street.

“It's better than anything I had.” Eyes meeting his own, you're flung back to that day, feeling as if you're younger while he tells you that he can't be with you anymore— that he doesn't love you as much as before. “Hell, it's the best thing I have.”

“Can you let the worst thing you had inside while he explains himself?” His lips pursed into a small smile. “Please?”

“When did you get so polite, Aaron Davis?” Stepping aside, you let him in despite your mind telling you no but your heart saying yes like always when it comes to him.

“Prison, I guess.” Stepping into the abode, he kneels down to gather the flowers as best as he could. With a smile he hands the frumpy flowers to you and despite your mind telling you not to take it, you do and place it inside an empty vase. He admires the space you've decorated yourself. Your diplomas are on display, a few pictures here and there, and a simple living room. The framed photo on the mantle is what catches his eyes. “I see no husband in here.”

“He's out.” You sniff, still pretending even though he can sense your lie a mile away while you try to fix the flowers as best as you can.

“Sure, I'm guessing he's out with Santa Claus?” He walks around the room, eyeing your various knicknacks until he gets to the picture of him and you that's lovingly placed in the middle of the mantle.

“Yeah, with the easter bunny.” That earns a chuckle from the man as you close the door behind him.

Taking the picture gently like it's a diamond he's yanking from its display case, he admires it in his hands. “Now I know what they do when it's off season.” He can't help the smile that crepts on his lips.

You sit on the couch, acting as casually as you can while the love of your life stands in your living room that you always thought could be his space too. Unconsciously, you've even made space for him, there's a wide gap in the house where he could place his workbench. A guitar standee that awaits his acoustic guitar, and a wall for tools right in the garage that still sits there empty except for a single hammer. You've always felt that there was something missing in your home, and he's standing right in front of you.

“Come on Aaron, state your case.” You mumble against the wine glass, sipping it but not exactly drinking it when you want to stay sober for the conversation ahead. To listen intently to what he's about to say.

“Your honour,” he sighs, smiling briefly while he's still holding onto the picture. “I'm here to apologize.”

“Are you holding your evidence?” You raise a brow at him. “Put it back, you're leaving fingerprints on the glass.”

“Right.” Chuckling sadly, he places it back to where it belongs. “You still have my picture.”

“Correction for the jury, you're not the only one in the picture.”

“And yet I'm still in the picture. I think that says a lot, your honour.”

“What does it say then, hm?” Putting the wine on the table, you watch as he sucks in his teeth, a nervous tick of his when he's trying to hide something from you. Usually it's something good, a flower behind his back, chocolates from the gas station, or a new book you've been eyeing. But before he left, he did it all the time, and it wasn't all good during those days.

“That you still love me?” Wincing, he places his hands in his jean pockets. “May I approach the bench?” When you don't respond, he drops his small smile, sad eyes gazing at you like you're a long lost love. “I'm not here to fight, sweetheart.”

Standing up, you huff. “This sounds like it'll be a while—”

“No, I'll be quick, just let me—”

“I'm just gonna grab the first aid kit, that cut in your brow doesn't look too good.” Aaron smiles softly at your words. “And I'll get you that ice, sit down, and take that raincoat off, you look like a trash bag.”

“A hot trash bag?”

“Not even close.” You say with a subtle smile as you walk towards the kitchen to grab the things you need. When you get back to the living room with your hands full, he's sitting on your couch like how you always pictured him once you move in with him. A dream that's far out of reach now. “Here, drink.” Placing the cold glass down, Aaron takes it with a curt nod as thanks. Is that all there is now between you? A quick nod?

“Is this gin?” Eyeing the glass, he gently rattles it and watches the ice cubes dance inside.

“In your dreams, it's water.” You park yourself beside him, a bit further away to keep the peace as you rifle through your first aid kit. “It's for your hand too.”

Aaron makes a face. “Still, thanks.”

Humming, you put a dab of antiseptic on a cotton ball before you gesture for him to lean closer to you. “I need to clean it or it'll get infected. Didn't they give you anything for this?”

“The cops? Please,” he scoffs, doing exactly what you told him as he leans so close that you can see yourself in his eyes.

“That figures, I'll give you some antibiotics too just in case it's infected.” You say as you gently rub the cream all over his cut. The skin around it is angry, it's a miracle that he's not complaining about the pain, maybe he has grown accustomed to it. The thought angers you, not at him, but at his line of work.

“When did you get good at this?” He asks, eyes flicking down at your lips before you could notice his gaze.

“I used to patch you up, remember? Your knuckles were always broken, and you told me you were getting into boxing. If I knew…” voice faltering, movements halting, you scoff bitterly.

“Would you have patched me up if you knew about it back then?” His thumb grazes your knee, an old habit of his when he senses your worry. You don't move away from him, he doesn't know if it's because your subconscious is used to the action, or if it's you longing for his touch.

“Yeah, I would.” You whisper, eyes meeting his own with determination.

“Maybe I should've told you about it.” His realization hits him like a truck. If he did that back then, would you have stayed with him?

“Maybe you should've.”

“Sweetheart, I'm sorry.”

“You already said that, Aaron. And like I've told you, I'm over it. It's been five years since I saw you, do you think I'm still hung up about it?”

“Just two actually.” He admits, voice small. “I was at Jeff's wedding, and I saw you there. You looked really good.”

“I didn't see you.” Biting the inside of your cheek, you move away, finishing with tending to his wound. You suddenly take his hand, he thought you'd hold him like always, but you only clean the broken skin around his knuckles. “Why didn't you say anything? Does your brother know?”

“He knows, I just stopped by to give them their gift.” Grasping your wrist gently, he makes you stop fussing. “I didn't have the heart to go to you, even after Rio practically cussed me out to try to get me to talk to you. You just… you looked really happy. And I didn't want to ruin that.”

“I was happy because my best friends were getting married.” Tilting your hand, you finally hold his palm, thumb tracing along his lifeline like you always had after you clean his wounds. “But I was still looking for you in the crowd, I don't think I'd be brave enough back then to talk to you. But now I am, I think.”

Reaching for your cheek, he falters, trepidation weaving around him until he exhales it out and finally touches your skin. “That's all I need, to talk.” You lean against his touch, and his breath hitches in his throat. “I'm sorry for pushing you away, I needed to when they threatened to hurt you if I don't pay up after all the losses. I had to…” his forehead meets yours. “I had to, but I'm almost out. Once I get out of Kingpin's— we can start again, be like before. If you want to.”

“You’ll still be wanted—”

“I'll fucking serve time then.” Cradling your face, he looks into your eyes desperately. “Leaving you on that porch was my biggest regret. I shouldn't have taken that fucking job if I knew— I just wanted to help you get the life you want.”

“A life with you is what I want. This…” you gesture around the home. “This means nothing because you weren't there, Aaron. All I wanted was for you to be there.” Grabbing his collar, you kiss him like you always had, gentle and soft, longing felt through the kiss. As you lean away, he wipes a tear on your cheek while you kiss his forehead. “Do what you need to do, once you're out… it'll be like always, together. Hell, I'll fight Kingpin in court if I have to.”

Chuckling softly with tears in his eyes, Aaron gently places a kiss right above your Cupid's bow, tracing around your lips until he leaves your lips for last. Each kiss was saccharine, it's just like how he remembered it.

“There's my fighter.” He smiles just as sirens go off right outside. “I'll be back, I promise. We'll have that life.”

“I'll be waiting.”

[fanged-fanfics]

Could I request some Noir x fellow Spiderperson reader hcs please? He deserves all the love 💕

~🍩

☆ One Webhead to Another — Noir x Spiderperson!GN Reader HCs ☆

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Noir first met you during the initial multiverse mixup that led to him encountering the other spiderpeople to begin with. He confused you a bit with his very outdated slang-filled talk, but he found you intriguing, and stuck around wherever you went

ᯓᡣ𐭩 On instinct, he jumps to protect you whenever a battle breaks out, pulling you to his side like all those daring protagonists in old films. You have to keep reassuring him that your experience as a hero means you know how to defend yourself

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "If we make it out of here in one piece, you should swing by for eggcreams sometime"

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Always takes an opportunity to tell you stories about fights back in his home dimension, even acts out some of the moves in the air as he does so. He returns the favor whenever you're recounting your own heroic tales

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sort of playfights with you in little ways, he might walk up to you and playfully lightly punch your arm as greeting or do mini sparring with you whenever you both need to pass the time

ᯓᡣ𐭩 One of the calmer pasttimes you have together is simply attaching onto the same wall and talking about whatever's on your mind. Even when his advice doesn't make the most sense, he's a very attentive listener

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Since he still doesn't get the hang of colors, you like to let him try and learn the colors of your suit as practice. He still messes up now and then, but it is admittedly nice to have him admire you so closely

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Starts casually calling you by pet names and acts like it's just a nickname system. Claims it's common where he comes from, but really he just thinks nicknames like "doll" or "dove" suit you well

ᯓᡣ𐭩 If you return any pet names he gets flustered and hides his face either in the collar of his coat or under the brim of his hat, mumbling and saying it's just a little cold wherever you are

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Very chivalrous to you specifically. Opens doors, pulls out chairs, offers his coat, everything. Even occasionally brings you some flowers whenever he can get his hands on em. Anything you can carry, he'll offer to hold it for you, he does whatever he can to do little special gestures for you

[messylustt]

v.21.10.23 day eleven: sensory deprivation ( nsfw )

blinded — spider noir ( spiderverse ) : noir knew you had a boyfriend. he knew how wrong his thoughts of you were. but when the opportunity to touch you presented itself, how could he refuse?

marks your boyfriend’s name is kit. noir pretending to be your boyfriend. dub con (you’re consenting but u think it’s ur bf). bondage. eating out. fingering. p in v. blindfold (sight depravation).

“shh.” a man’s voice made your movements cease for a moment your brows furrowing. “…kit?” you ask, your vision black, even as you blink. it must be him. you could then feel his hands skim up your sides. “what are you—“

“just relax.” his voice was merely a low whisper, as his hands found their way under the loose shirt you adorned. it was meant for sleep. you were meant to be asleep. his stroking palms along your skin are sending shivers down your spine. you move to reach up for your eyes, feeling the fabric of a cloth, but he just grabs your wrists, the same type of material now being wrapped around them. “kit…what is this?” but he gives you no answer as he ties your wrists to the head of the bed.

then his hands are on your body again, nudging your shirt up. through his experimental grazes and brushes your core starts to heat up, your stomach contracting. his touches feel more intense, more noticeable without your usual ability to see. then his wandering hands completely leave you, leave you there on your bed to wait, your breathing coming out sharper. you lick your rather chapped lips as you then hear the shuffle of what sounds to be clothing, your ears now trained onto your boyfriend’s breath intake. it’s picking up.

you then feel the bed dip, the subtle creak making your breathing hitch. then your duvet is being pulled back, leaving your legs to curl up, but a pair of knees get in the way, spreading your legs a fraction, before fingers move to grip the waist band of your pajama pants. your hips shift as you move your feet along your sheets, your words seemingly caught. “it’s okay.” he murmurs, lifting your back up effortlessly as he pulls down your pants, leaving you in your panties and nudged up shirt.

it’s silent for a moment. no move or shift can be heard, just breathing. maybe he’s watching you, the thought leaving your thighs to press together. this must be a new kink kit forgot to tell you about. and that’s when he finally moves, placing two hands on your calves and pulling your legs apart. your skin is tingly. the heightened unexpectedness of this seemed to make your pulse beat faster. “kit…” you trail off a little lighter, trying for his name. “hm?” he hums, now gliding his hands all the way up your legs. “keep them open.” his voice is a whisper, almost hard to recognise.

the bed shifts again, as his hand moves to your inner thigh, before pressing against your clothed cunt. you were already wet as your feet shuffled against your sheets. then he begins to rub up and down your panties, pressing harder against your clit when he would pass it. small moans have begun to leave you. all your senses heightened, including touch. “i didn’t know you were into this.” you say, a tad breathless. in response he just rubs in circles, making your head tilt back against your pillow. “stop teasing…please.” you mutter.

he finally slows his fingers movements to slip them into your panties by your hips, pulling them down your legs. this time you lift your hips for him, as your pussy beats with anticipation. with your panties assumably tossed aside you widen your legs again, and you can hear an audible hitch of breath. you slightly chuckle. “it’s not like you haven’t seen me like this before.”

that’s when all of a sudden the bed is dipping closer to you, your legs suddenly being lifted onto a pair of shoulders as his mouth wraps around your clit, immediately sucking, licking and nipping. your head is knocking further back as your hands are clenched in fists in your restraints. “oh…god, kit…” you whimper out. you can feel his tongue slow for only a second before he continues, sucking harsher now. his grip on your thighs is digging in as he laps at your weeping cunt.

he teases your clenching hole with his spit, as he dribbles, only his warm breath felt after. you don’t know what he’s doing. all you want is to push his head back between your legs, your restraints audibly straining against your headboard. “please…babe, please.” your hips buck up, and you can feel his nose graze over your puffy clit, as your breathing quickens.

that’s when you feel two thick fingers instantly insert themselves into you, making your moan sound more like a scream with how much they stretched you. he begins to thrust them in and out, your head turning to the side against your pillow as your hips grind down into his fingers. his mouth is now back on your clit as his fingers curl. “o-oh fuck—“ you babble out as one of his hands creep up under your shirt, his hand splaying across your chest as he plays with your tits.

you can hear him mumble something into your pussy, something that sounds like ‘i’m sorry’. but you must have misheard with your dizzy mind and clear sound of your arousal. you soon reach the brink of an orgasm murmuring anything and begging him to let you cum. he doesn’t disappoint licking at your clit as he fingers you over the edge. all you are right now are your stuttering hips and an open mouth. panting and catching your breath.

you expect him to untie you now. kit’s preferred position was always cowgirl. but your wrists stay restrained, hellbent a little looser with your tugging on them. if you moved enough you could probably slip out of them. but that thought quickly left you the moment you heard the clank of a belt and more shuffling of clothes. “can i?” his voice is yet again an unidentifiable whisper. you nod, widening your legs again. he doesn’t waste time, kneeling between your legs as the sound of his cock slapping against his stomach meets your ears.

you’re pussy is clenching around nothing as you wait in anticipation. his cock nudges against your folds, as you bite your lip. “no teasing, please.” you say, again struggling with the restraints. almost instantly you can feel the head of his cock push into your pussy, making it instinctively clench. he taps at your inner thigh. “loosen up.” he murmurs, as you do your best, relaxing your walls. he pushes further in, and that’s when your mind pauses. maybe you were remembering wrong but kit’s cock didn’t feel as big as this. he was big but not this big.

but his cock is already thrusting inside you, finding your g-spot extremely quickly as you can hear him mutter breathless things under his breath. “so tight…” being one of them, almost in awe. his hands are gripping at your hips, pulling you onto his cock as he fucks you, his body now much closer to yours. fuck. kit’s cock is definitely not this big. the stretch is making you choke on your moans. your restraints are loosening, your consistent tugging making them give. not to mention your sweat making it easier to slip out of them.

all you can feel is pleasure as you try to focus your mind. “k-kit?” you manage. “shh…it’s okay…you’re okay.” he murmurs out a little louder now. wait…that didn’t sound like… you manage to slip out of your restraints and swiftly pull your blindfold off. you meet the gaze of noir. your eyes widen along with your mouth, because his thrusting has quickened inside you, making involuntary whines and whimpers leave you. “noir—“

noir’s gaze darts, he looks almost apologetic. but not enough to slow down as he instead swiftly leans forward and kisses you. “‘m sorry…’m so sorry…you’re just so…” noir murmurs against your lips, not being able to finish, before his kisses move to your cheek and jawline. these kisses are sweet, in contrast with his desperate fucking. “tell me to stop.” he says, brushing some of your hair from your neck as he continues to fuck you. “tell me. to stop.” he says again, this time meeting your gaze.

but when you say nothing, mind a daze as you just stare at him, lips parted, noir mutters obscenely under his breath as his head hits the crook of your neck, his cock twitching inside of you. you should stop this. stop him. but it just… “‘feel so good…” noir mutters into your neck placing sloppy kisses as his thrusts soon match. you let your head knock back as his hand moves down to rub at your clit. “can you cum? i need you to cum...” he says. he wanted you to cum first. “come on, please sweetheart.”

and that’s all it took for more pathetic moans to leave you, your orgasm hitting. noir sighed in relief, finally giving into his orgasm, his body heaving against yours. soon your heartbeats match, as you can feel him slowly pull out of you. you’re in shock, your post-orgasmic state making you gulp. noir’s fingers move to brush over your bottom lip, some of your drool coated there. your gaze is questionable. “i couldn’t...” he mutters, drifting off, as he continues to get your spit all over the pads of his fingers. “even…even if it meant…” his breath is heavy. “…pretending to be your boyfriend.”

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[bloodybreakupscene]

-> 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 ! !

miles morales [ 1610 ! ] x reader

◗ 　basically miles has a crush on someone he sees around school

◗ 　thsi is inspired by @/moonpiies fic but it's #REVERSED!! her fic was so cute i was kicking my feet and giggling while reading it but with that aside miles is so real for changing his whole walking schedule to see a cutie patootie :3

miles yearned for the past time between fifth and sixth period. for no particular reason of course….is what he tries to think but in reality it's just to see you. now you don't share any classes together. maybe the same lunch period? but only on thursdays. the walk from his fifth period to his sixth is only about a couple minutes, one if he's feeling a bit more athletic than usual.

'okay.. just got to take a left from here..' he thinks as he walks downstairs. as he's doing this, you glance at him, only because you swear you've seen him during passing time last period, but whatever you walk off towards your classroom failing to recognize miles' silent victory. you made eye contact with him! for two more seconds than last time!

he arrives at class a minute before the late bell rings. he can't help but feel giddy as he thinks about the next route he can take to meet with you again.

anyone with a heartbeat can see from a mile away that he has the hugest crush on you. hearts basically popping from his eye sockets whenever you two cross paths in the hallway. he sees you usually walking with a friend laughing at something they said or rolling your eyes because– again— of something they said. embarrassingly enough, he imagines it's him making you laugh or smile.

the bell rings once more and miles and his friend, ganke, walk out of the classroom to go to their shared final period.

"wait, let's take the long way." miles says, already leading the both of them to the longer hallway.

"oh my god miles do you even have a class with them?" ganke comments, frankly quite annoyed that they might be tardy.

"no, but… we follow each other on instagram!" he replies.

"whatever man. do what you want." ganke rolls his eyes, continuing to follow miles.

you scroll on your phone, changing the song you were walking to and see miles again. you only know his name and that you seem to find each other after every passing period. you hoped it didn't look like you were stalking him, but nevertheless you walked into your class.

[wisteriaiswriting]

Could you do the spiderverse characters reaction to meeting Male Reader who's banned from the spider society but keeps breaking in and his also a combination of Spider-Man and Deadpool

Caught Breaking and Entering , Again

Words: 821

Due to his current… situation, he doesn’t have the chance to see what you’re doing.

When he first met you though, he was so surprised and honestly kind of appalled when he was first told about you.

He wishes that he was brave enough to keep going against Miguel like you do and keep returning, but will leave that to you.

***

“So uh, what’s up with him?”

“Who are you talking about?”

Without answering Miles pointed up, Gwen followed his finger to find someone had pulled off a panel, and was now putting it back while sticking onto the ceiling.

“Not again…”

“He’s done this before?”

“Yeah, keeps getting kicked out but comes back.”

“Why?”

“That’s not something you need to know Miles.”

She really tries not to get involved with you whenever you break in.

Will distract you by any means, mainly has you two leave and head to her dimension.

Tries her best to keep you away from the other spider people, especially Miguel.

***

“Y/N!”

She only had seconds to hide you somewhere, shoving you behind some boxes laying around. Sweating when she saw Miguel stalking down the hallway, pausing right in front of her.

“Gwen, I saw him and you wi–”

“MIGUEL!”

Cringing away from LY.L.A who popped up right beside him, momentarily stealing his attention.

“Oh, you’re busy?”

“Yes…”

“Well too bad, there's a loose villain running around somewhere.” Typing away at her screen before pulling up the camera, “There he is.”

“Fine,” Now turning back to Gwen, “But I better not see him around here again.”

When he left you finally walked out from the boxes.

“Well, that was close.”

“You idiot.”

He is in love at first sight. (Which was Miguel yelling at you and trying to get you to leave, which he was failing at.)

Whenever he asks what you did you give him a different answer each time, and no one else dares to say anything.

If you can’t ever get in or just need his help just call, is 100% down every time.

***

“So what did you actually do? Take his mask? Break something?”

“Again? You didn’t believe me last time?”

“Mate, you told me that you were too good and he felt threatened, does that sound believable?”

“Yes! Except for the last part, Miguel would never admit that.”

Tries her best to control your habit of breaking in, it’s only decreased slightly.

She’s stern enough to have you not get in any more trouble.

Manages to keep Miguel away from you most times, but from time to time let’s you two sort it out on your own.

***

“Y/N.”

She watched as you entered the building, the spot which was luckily out of the view of any cameras. Pausing when you heard, then saw her waiting.

“Oh, Jess, hey!”

Fixing the entry point quickly before dropping down, causing her to panic. Rushing over when you landed safely.

“Don’t you do that again!”

She enables you to a certain degree.

Will (playfully) blackmail you, and how she could reveal your entry spots.

Although she is very adamant on not destroying anything. (If it’s unimportant and no one will notice then sure.)

***

“C’mon Y/N!”

“Absolutely not, do you really think I’d go that low?”

“Well, only if there was something at stake~”

Watching your mask move, so she could only assume that you were glaring at her.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh, I would.”

Huffing at her words.

“Fine then.”

Absolutely despises you.

Hes now on constant surveillance due to the fact you keep breaking in [still unsure how you keep doing it]

He’s so close to strangling you at this point, he’s so done with you.

***

He was so focused on his work, Miguel managed to miss the sound of someone entering and swinging up to the platform.

“Ay, Miggy!”

In an instant, he had turned around, launched himself at you but missed due to you hanging off by your web.

“Calm down bud, I’m just here to talk!”

But he didn’t. This is the fourth time today that you’ve returned, and he’s just done with you.

He would really like for you to stop doing this. (So touched if you ever did it to see him, but still.)

Would prefer to not have to fix and bandage your wounds after Miguel had to throw you out again, injuring you once again.

If you have nowhere to go or would like to stay with him, he’ll let you.

***

“प्यार, what have you done this time?” Letting you sit while he searched for anything that could help, quickly returning once he did. “Did you bother Miguel again?”

“NO! How could you ever think that lowly of me!”

He laughs at your antics, slapping a hand over your mouth to shut you up. When you finally did he started tending to your wounds.

[brights-place]

miles morales (1610 or 42) with a shy reader who has social anxiety :)?

[ITSV] Miles 1610! x Social Anxiety! Reader Warnings: Fluff, Comfort

A/N: As a person who hates interacting with people just in general I can get it! I like despise talking to others so I hope these are cute even if it's small as hell which sucks Im sorry!

Summary: Miles was known to be outgoing and one to know others yet he fell in love with a person with social anxiety. Yet it was cute opposites attract of course!

- Mikes was known to be outgoing and had many people he knew before he transferred so when he did he felt like a fish out of water

- Yet he met you. Someone who hated talking to others yet was so keen on discovering things that interest you - Miles almost instantly wanted to try and be your friend because you seemed so sweet but you were really, really shy.

- Miles couldn’t help himself but try to befriend you even if you were tense and awkward around him - Somehow he did befriend you which surprised you as if you were picked up over his shoulder and dragged away instantly becoming friends

- Miles would know when you were at your limit within social situations so he was there to hell when you needed it or when to leave certain situations that made you feel worried

- When you two began to date some people found it strange

- How someone bright and smart like miles seem to fall for somebody who was shy and anxious about those around them

- Miles smiles everytime you try to come out of your comfort shell around him as he cant help but hold your hand

- Miles loves to hold you even if your shy about it he cant help but love being around you and seeing your smile

[theres-a-body-here]

Darling~

Miguel O'Hara x Male!reader

Part 1 | Part 2 |

As Miguel slipped in and out of consciousness, he became vaguely aware of being dragged along the hallway by some unknown force. It wasn't until he regained some level of lucidity that he realized it was one of your black tendrils wrapped firmly around his ankle.

All around, the sounds of battle echoed - cries of pain and success melding together, only to become silence as you took him deeper into the structure's internal complex.

You hummed softly to yourself, navigating the maze-like corridors with ease while keeping Miguel close at hand

"V-Venom," Miguel managed to croak out, struggling against the paralyzing effects of Scorpion's poison coursing through his veins.

Continuing the journey deeper into the base, you cast a tender gaze upon Miguel. Your voice held a sickly sweet tone, gently whispering words meant for his ears alone.

"We've missed you so much, amor."

Miguel, however, was barely holding on, fighting back waves of nausea caused by the debilitating toxin coursing through his veins. He opened his mouth to respond, but only managed a pitiful moan in reply.

The sudden ceasing of movement rouses Miguel from his drowsy state just enough to notice you stopping in front of a door marked by a prominent medical symbol.

Everything became hazy again as your slimy, black tendrils went to work on breaking through the keypad lock securing entry.

Then, everything went black for Miguel…

~~~~~~~~~~

A low hum gradually filtered into Miguel's awareness, slowly awakening him from unconsciousness. He groggily blinked open his eyes, greeted by a harsh glare emanating from the sterile white ceiling above him.

Disoriented, he soon discovered he lay atop a cold metallic stretcher, rigid and unforgiving beneath him.

Grunting in discomfort, Miguel rolled his head to the side where a tray of medical supplies rested on wheels. Various syringes and vials occupied its surface, suggesting recent use.

Just as Miguel started to relax, a chillingly serene voice invaded his personal space.

"We were worried you wouldn't wake," you said nonchalantly, studying him with such intensity.

Startled, he whipped his head towards the source, finding you perched comfortably on another bed nearby.

Eyes locked onto yours, Miguel felt his blood run cold at your unsettling calmness – unmistakably predatory in nature.

An oppressive silence filled the space between you both, punctuated only by the relentless buzzing of fluorescent lights above.

Unsettling tranquility hung heavy in the air as you leaned forward expectantly, ready to continue your conversation.

"We hope you were dreami-"

However, before you could finish speaking, Miguel sprang into action. In one swift motion, he flung himself off the stretcher, grabbed its metal railing, and hurled the entire thing directly at you with impressive speed.

You remained entirely unfazed by the incoming projectile as long tendrils burst forth from underneath your clothing, effortlessly stopping the stretcher mere inches from your face.

Each individual strand contorted and flexed in unison, crushing and tearing into the metal structure with minimal effort before casting aside remnants like discarded waste material.

As quickly as it had begun, it ended; an eerie stillness hanging in the air.

Miguel was gone.

"Rude."

There was no anger in your tone - simply mild irritation tinged with disappointment.

~~~~~~~~~~

Miguel sprinted through the winding corridors without looking back, every fiber of his being urging him forward. Every muscle screamed in agony as he rounded corners and vaulted obstacles with newfound determination.

Eventually reaching the expansive hub of activity, he observed countless Spider-People working alongside each other, collectively pushing back against an overwhelming tide of evil forces.

Relief washed over him momentarily, replaced almost instantly by renewed determination - finding Spider-Byte and fixing The Go-Home-Machine was now mission critical.

~~~~~~~~~~

Suspended midair via tendrils looped around his neck, Hobgoblin gasped for breath while desperately thrashing around in random directions. His struggles proved futile against your iron grip; eyes bulging in terror as he looked at your calm expression.

You waved a photograph casually under his nose, tapping at the figure of Miguel. Two other figures were captured in the image, but they had been scratched out with sharpie in an erratic way.

"Have you seen him pass by?" You asked sweetly, casually flicking your wrist in a manner that tightened the hold slightly – eliciting a panicked yelp from the trapped villain.

With subtle adjustments to your grip, you allowed enough leeway for Hobgoblin to speak freely without fear of suffocation taking over completely.

His voice trembled as he stammered out his denial. "No, I swear! Never seen him!" He insisted, frantically shaking his head to emphasize sincerity.

You dismissed Hobgoblin's protests with a simple hum, signaling your skepticism but accepting his statement nonetheless.

You released Hobgoblin abruptly, your tendrils flinging him through the air until he collided with a nearby wall with bone-crunching force. Dust clouds rose as he slumped to the ground lifelessly.

Your attention shifted towards another hostage suspended upside down by your tendrils - a Western-style cowboy hat obscuring most of his face save for a pair of terrified eyes peering back at you warily through his red bandana.

"¿Y tú, arañanita?" you queried gently, pulling him closer while pressing the photograph up against his masked face for emphasis.

"Have you seen him?"

Unease etched across his features as he examined the snapshot showing Miguel's likeness within its borders. Despite attempts to hide his recognition behind a facade of stoicism, the slight twitch of his eyebrow revealed the truth.

He knows

"I don't even know who he is," he lied smoothly, maintaining composure despite the racing rhythm drumming through his body like wildfire.

Yet as his gaze met yours, fear gripped him fully as he saw a knowing look reflected in your irises and a faint smile gracing your lips.

You know

"We're in a hurry, so we'll make this quick," you murmured soothingly.

With those final words uttered, two thick tendrils snaked their way around his skull, muffling any protest that lingered on his tongue thereafter.

Within moments, the helpless cowboy found himself engulfed in complete darkness due to your suffocating grasp covering his face entirely.

His muffled cries grew louder but ultimately faded into the air of the isolated area.

[mmhcs]

Miles Morales x Reader On Their Period

Because I am not living la vida loca right now

He panics.

Not because it's your period and he feels uncomfortable or disgusted; he panics because he feels that he has no idea how to help you.

The first time he sees you, holding your stomach or doubled over in pain he just stands there, frozen and unsure of what to do.

It gets to the point where he's so in his head that it comes off as a little rude because, sir, why are you just standing there? Please, do something. Say something. The longer you stare, the more I think that you're put off by this.

After a while, Miles comes to his senses and rushes over to you, asking you if you're okay, if you need help, if there's anything that he can do to help.

He'd stay with you, doing anything he can to make himself useful (i.e. his hand on your stomach, cuddles, back rubs, massages).

When he goes home, he goes straight to Rio. Though, because it's Miles, he comes to her blurting out words and asking for help in a nervous rant rather than a coherent narrative.

Rio gives him tips and tricks, tells him that the best thing that he can do is pay attention to you. She also gives him some medicine for cramp relief.

The next day, Miles comes to you, cramp relief in hand, and everything that his mother told stored up.

He encourages you take two pills (if you want to) and then he puts you on bedrest.

If you suffer from temperature flashes, best believe he's right there with a blanket (no matter how hot is) and he's ready to have the A/C on for you at a moment's notice.

I cannot stress this enough: His hand stays on your stomach. If you use a heating pad, yes, he'll relent but other than that, you have your own personal Afro-Latino heating pad.

Miles most definitely gets you irritated. But it's not on purpose, though; he just has a stupid (but well-meaning) mouth sometimes most times.

"Are you sure you should be doing that? While you're on your period and everything?" "Man, those cramps must suck. Couldn't be me." "Yeah, but look on the brightside of all this! Your body works so hard every month-" "I don't know how you do this?"

At the end of the day, Miles just tries his best to be useful and make you comfortable. He gives you extra attention and tries his best to give you whatever you want.

When you tell him that your period is over, he rejoices alongside you.

"That's it until next month." "Next month? Next month!"