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wait-- is that flash thompson in ben reilly's scarlet spider suit? LMAOOOOO
ok, this caught me by surprise. i liked it!! he's so silly like that
#flash thompson#spiderman#ultimate spider man#scarlet spider#ben reilly#agent venom#scarlet spider suit#venom
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The new spiderman for sure looks friendly
#late night doodles#having fun#kaine parker#spiderman#it’s a spin on the sensational suit#with the webs where the scarring was on that spikey suit#+ the scarlet spider costume#because I am a massive nerd
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found the perfect photo spot in spider-man 2...
#spider man 2#spider man ps5#spider man#spider verse#spider punk#superior spider man#spider noir#scarlet spider#black suit spider man#spider man 2 ps5#ps5#peter parker#marvel#personal
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Chasm: Curse of Kaine (Vol. 1/2024), #2.
Writer: Steve Foxe; Penciler and Inker: Andrea Broccardo; Colorist: Brian Reber; Letterer: Joe Caramagna
#Marvel#Marvel comics#Marvel 616#Chasm: Curse of Kaine#Scarlet Spider#Kaine#Kaine Parker#I was originally going to split this page into two posts#leaving just the top panel to comment «hardee har har ironic coming from someone whose creator refuses to let stay dead»#but I do think there’s an ongoing theme here#how much of Kaine’s interactions with Ben in recent years have been colored by the guilt of Kaine getting multiple chances#to learn what heroism while Ben was presumably dead#and then struggling with some of the objectively terrible things Ben’s done since#(is it Kaine’s responsibility as a so-called hero now to put Ben down as only Kaine has the strength and#supposed moral flexibility to do? But where does Kaine get the right to do that#considering his own past terrorizing Ben and Ben being one of Kaine’s greatest models of heroism?)#all wrapped up in a very brotherly Cain instinct#but yeah nothing that hasn’t been discussed before don’t mind my musing hahaha#I’m just constantly rotating this guy around in my head like a microwave#there’s also the humor here of Kaine not acknowledging (refusing to a knowledge???) how terrifying he is hahaha#although that joke would land even better if he still had visible claws on his suit
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Aaand I couldn’t find these in my gallery earlier. More Lego Monkie Kid x Spiderverse stuff. Macaque isn’t actually a spiderman, he’s a variant of the prowler.
Mei also has a second suit, for when she unlocks her Samadhi fire, but I havent drawn anything with that suit besides a quick scrappy concept sketch
#lego monkey kid fanart#spiderman#Into the spiderverse#across the spiderverse#Redson LMK#Mei Dragon LMK#Macaque#6 eared macaque#Spidersonas#Prowler#Spiderman AU#Redson’s suit is loosley based off of Scarlet Spider btw
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#adult collectors#adult collectibles#collectables#mcu#figures#funko#funko pop#pop marvel#marvel#marvel comics#spider-man#superior spider-man#scarlet spider#symbiote suit spider-man#chasm#amazon exclusive
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New Ultimate Spider-Man definitely copied off MCU Captain Marvel’s homework but this is a cute moment so who cares
#ultimate spider man#spider man#may parker#this Peter has a pico tech suit so he can change the design with a thought#Peter’s black suit startled his daughter last issue so he’s changing it for her#first suit references symbiote suit#second is scarlet spider#third is 2099 I think#dunno if the blue one is anything
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Marvel's Spider-Man 2 Peter Parker Scarlet Spider III Suit Jumpsuit Cosplay Costumes
#cosplayclans#cosplay clans#Marvel's Spider-Man 2#Peter Parker#Marvel's Spider-Man 2 Peter Parker Scarlet Spider III#Marvel's Spider-Man 2 Cosplay Costumes#Peter Parker Cosplay Costumes#Cosplay Costumes#Peter Parker Scarlet Spider III Suit Jumpsuit Cosplay Costumes
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It speaks for itself without uttering a simple design spider hoodie that adds a touch of flair to the plain of everyday life.
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[Enderman teleporting into your house noise]
Henlo, I have a concept; pinning Rishen to a wall while they're still in their hero garb and tying his wrists with her own silk. Sweet thing has to keep their noises down, otherwise some concerned citizen might come over and see Scarlet Solstice getting ravished by another hero/villain/civillian!
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“You're tighter than I remember. . .”
Elritea City in the dead of night. Its vehicles still whirl their eco-friendly engines through the air. The flash of lights in combinations of reds and oranges compliment maroon fabric pinned to the wall.
No noise nor shine could compare to the song of shudders and pleasures sighs. The shimmer of tears you can envision pricking along the corners of his eyes. That pesky helmet that emulates that of a biker. As much as you adore it, you wish to pry it off of his head for daring to hide his expressions twisted with pleasure.
Your anger dishes out on his gummy walls instead. Your fingers pointedly piston rapidly. If only to curl into that one spot you have familiarised yourself with ten times and over.
Oh, you fantasise about the way his pretty maroon eyes would cross. Put the world on a standstill if they so much as caught a glimpse. At least your world did.
Alas, your beloved hero has an identity. And while you are all about making his life difficult — the fondness you have gathered for him over the past few months outweighs your darkest desires.
“Mnn,” his whine makes your head dizzy. You return the favour with firm strokes along that bundle of nerves. With your body flushed against him, you can practically feel the shivers that rake through him. A surge of pride rises within you.
Here he is, shivering in the middle of summer.
“No one satisfying this pretty hole when I’m not around?” Your voice to his ear fans your breath along his helmet. The fog along the screen soon eases to his wrists as you lean up to press your lips at the centre. Right above his silk you so readily tied him up with.
You punctuate with another firm thrust of your fingers. A third joins the mix to throw him into the thralls of pleasure. His moan sends your laugh into the crevice between his neck and shoulder. You latch on without care — just the way that you know the little hybrid fansies. What, with the way that his hips roll up against yours, you can think nothing less.
The pads of your fingers massage along the creases and crevices you know so well. Oh his whimpers are a sin to the night. The strain of his static voice, a result of the tech-changer, brings a grin to your lips. Your free hand reaches down to grind a palm on the evident bulge that forms in the nanite-powered fabric of his suit.
“P-P - hah ngh - c-can’t -”
All the poor hero can do is hiccup as your strength shoves him back into the wall. The wind carries his heated, muffled moans as your hands work him to creaming his pristine scarlet suit. It earns a low whistle followed with an arch of your brow.
“What kind of hero are you eh? Cummin’ in your pants for Elritea’s most wanted.” Your tongue runs over the top row of your teeth. Eyes glint in the red city lights and widen as a whiney pant into his helmet’s command-center sends a signal through his suit. The fabric around his crotch draws back with a scatter of digital traces. His soft, bronze thighs shine in the drizzle of a summer’s night. What a prize for your hand to eagerly squeeze at.
“And just as desperate. . . pretty slut.”
His reward comes with your knuckles against his clenched rim. Fingers messily pump in and out of his quivering ass. All while your free hand swirls a thumb to nurse the throb at his tip. You stroke slowly, vertically along the slit and worry your lip with an excitable bite as the spurt of precum that trickles to join the slick he squirted but a moment ago.
Another fervent command sounds into the helmet. This time with the pesky mark in question as the target. Once more the nanites dissipate into a mix of oranges and red sparks around his lower face. Drawn back to reveal his swollen lips parted in the slightest. Panting. Moaning. So eager to press into yours and pour the rest into your mouth as his hips steadily rock up into your pleasing hands.
What a whore indeed, your hero is. He should be knocking you halfway across the district by now. Instead he is here. Eyes rolled back and your fingers knocking against his sweet spot repeatedly. In a cruel rhythm that mimics the hum of the city and the thrum of the rain.
“What a loyal boy,” you croon against his lips, still eager for the taste of your kisses. All you give to him is a kiss to the corner, before your teeth latch onto corner of his jaw.
Your palm encases his tip. Squeezing, pulsating. He stains it in no time with a whining moan and his head hung back against the wall.
“Told you to keep quiet.” Is all you manage to hiss as your cum-stained hand smacks over his lips in a matter of seconds. The hand that had been too busy wrecking his tight hole now takes a break from its sworn duty to instead pull him along. Shuffle him out of sight.
As fun as it is to risk the flash of a camera and a juicy media headline; his whines are for your ears only. His body belongs to yours hands. You’ve had your fun in the rain. Time to yank him over to your lair and give him a night to remember. Again.
With the way his dick’s pulsing? You might as well ride him while he’s tied to that damned interrogation chair.
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Scarlet Delivery
a Scarlet Webs story
Wanda Maximoff x Spider-Man!Reader
Wanda was hyperventilating. Her cell phone was buzzing just waiting for you to pick it up.
“Hello?” You manage to answer.
“Detka, where are you?!” She managed to say in between her hyperventilating breaths.
“Currently…rush hour” you said sticking to the front of a police car. The perp was Mac Gargan. “You shouldn’t worry, baby. I’ll be there.”
“Promise?” Wanda said, tears streaming down her cheek.
“I promise.” A gunshot went off. You narrowly dodged a bullet, “gotta go. Hey! Can’t you see I was taking a phone call!?”
And with that you had to hang up and jump back into the fray. You hated having to do patrol without Wanda. But circumstances had changed the flow and now you were solo again. Nothing changes when you’re the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.
Meanwhile, Wanda’s tears were still flowing as a portal opened behind her. And out of the portal comes this universe’s Doctor Stephen Strange.
“It’s time,” he says gesturing for your lovey witch to follow. She does so, all the while hoping that you’d keep your promise.
You land on the hood of Mac Gargan’s stolen vehicle. “License and registration, sir?”
Blam! Another shot goes off, you jump onto the roof of the car. A couple more shots ring out. You dodge each bullet flawlessly.
“Can we wrap this up?” You mockingly whine, “I have prior engagements!”
You web up Mac and yank him out the car, webbing him to a nearby streetlight. The car barrels towards a nearby crosswalk where a little old lady with a Walker is currently trying to cross.
“Of all the times!” You jump onto the hood and spray it with various webs before jumping onto the back and yanking the car back with all your might, bringing the car to a dead halt mere inches from the elderly lady.
You give a quick salute and swing off. You knew the location. You knew where Wanda was gonna be. It was all a piece of cake right?
Well then came the Vulture. He tries to slice at you once, twice. “Not now Toomes! I have some place to be.”
“Yes. The morgue!” He tries slicing at you again. You swing thru Times Square and web the winged foe in a giant spider web.
“Yo! Spidey!” A citizen calls out to you.
“Yeah?”
“Where’s your lady? The Witch?”
“I’m trying to get to her now!” You call out before swinging off again into the city. Why did it have to be on the other end of New York?
You land on a rooftop. You quickly web a couple silk lines to your suit, forming a makeshift pair of wings.
“I’m coming Wanda,” you shoot out two web lines and slingshot yourself across the city. Catching a wind current, you sail thru the open air of the city.
You see your destination: the Sanctum Sanctorum. You dive bomb and land right in front of the building. Wong quickly answers the door.
“How far?” You ask.
“You made it just in time.” He smiles and leads the way. You nearly run the way to the little room.
You run in to find Wanda in a relaxed position, still hyperventilating. Nine months pregnant and she still looked beautiful as ever. Dr Strange was readying his medical scrubs.
“Detka!” Wanda exclaims, tears of joy streaming down her face. You run up to her, kissing her gently.
“I promised I’d be here, right?” You ask with a little smirk. Wanda giggles and kisses you again.
“Okay Wanda,” Strange intones, “it’s time. Now push.”
“Sure you got this, Doc?” You ask.
“It’s not surgery. I’m just catching the babies. I won’t drop them.”
“Drop them and I will kill you” Wanda say through gritted teeth.
“I believe you” Strange answers back. “Now focus and push.”
It ended up taking the rest of the day and into the night but Wanda delivered two healthy baby boys. You and her were so excited.
“My boys,” Wanda said with fresh tears streaming down her cheeks. “Billy. Tommy.”
“They’re amazing,” you kiss the top of Wanda’s head, “thank you baby.”
“Thank you. I love them so much already,” Wanda let out a little tired laugh. She actually had her boys in her arms. This wasn’t some conjured up version of them. This wasn’t some other universe’s version of them. This was them, flesh and blood. She had a loving spouse, two handsome little babies, a nice little home in Queens.
Wanda finally had the life she always wanted. And best yet, she got to have it with you, her Spider Monkey.
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Escarmiento- Miguel O’hara x fem!spider reader
a/n- spoiler warning for atsv!!! Some of the things in this I don’t agree with based off of my personal opinion for certain characters, but y/n, for story sake, agrees with Miles
warnings- eventual smut, predator/prey dynamics, spanking, edging, degradation, explicit language, size kink, biting, mean/rough sex, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, creampie, aftercare, soft miggy after he realizes he was an ass
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“You’re an anomaly. You don’t belong here, you don’t even belong in your universe. Everything you’ve done…”
The sound of your husband’s voice rang between your ears as you squeezed between the growing crowd, the dark blue and red of Miguel’s “lair” reflecting off the suits of the hundreds of spider people slowly congregating around the boy you knew as Miles Morales. For weeks, Miguel was infatuated with this Morales kid, infatuated with the idea of capturing him so that he could save everyone, so he could save you, as he loved to say.
Slowly but surely, you found yourself standing at the front, watching as the young boy was on the receiving end of a very familiar type of lecture. “-kid, you can’t have everything, you can’t save everyone. Spider-man makes sacrifices, that’s the way it has to be,” Miguel’s tone was strong, unwavering, as he told the kid the unfortunate truth of the situation.
Gwen, Peter, Hobie (who could not care less about the situation), Jess, and your husband all battered the kid with their takes, with their opinions on the situation and you could tell that he wasn’t having any of it. The others in the room also thought it their place to partake in this ping pong match of morals, their voices overstimulating even to your ears. It was obvious that Miles felt suffocated, lied to, attacked, and you couldn’t just sit back and watch.
“What if he’s right?”
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The room went silent at your words, every single spider lensed eye turning to look at you as you stepped forward, a pair of scarlet eyes meeting your own, narrowing slightly. “What if nothing happens? I mean, how are any of us supposed to live if we stay trapped by the rules of the unknown?”
A sigh left the lips of the spider you knew all too well, his gloved hand running down his face as he turned to you. “We’re “trapped” by those rules for a reason. They’re the only thing holding everything together. You should know that more than anyone.”
Yes, you knew all too well what would happen if the canon was disrupted, being Miguel’s only pillar to trust and lean on for him to be vulnerable enough to share his story. That was one case though. One instance out of countless others that were possible.
With careful steps, you walked toward them until you were side by side with Miles, his wide eyes watching you literally take his side, the first out of hundreds to step up.
“Amor.. being bitten by that spider should’ve caused irrevocable damage in his universe, should it not have?” You questioned him, his strong arms crossing as he pondered the fact, “It wasn’t canon, so by your reasoning, all hell should’ve broken loose in his universe. But it didn’t. Miles may very well be an anomaly, but if he can commit non-canon acts without consequences, there’s nothing stopping us from letting him save his father.”
With a scoff, your husband’s hand turned to gesture the scenes projected behind him, the sight of universes crumbling, millions of lives wiped out due to one action. “This is why we can’t let him. If the kid is allowed to do whatever he wants, every single universe would end up in shambles because one little thread of reality was tugged loose.”
You wouldn’t admit it out loud, but to some degree, you did agree with Miguel. You knew how important it was to uphold the rules of the multiverse, but there was just something different with Miles. You couldn’t help but think that this was different, that his case was truly unique.
“He’s staying. I don’t care about hypotheticals or any other possible outcomes-”
Using Miguel’s voice as a cover, as inconspicuous as possible, your gloved hand lightly tugged at Miles’ pinky, and when his eyes glanced at your still frame, you whispered under your breath, “Use your palms.” Miles’ eyebrows furrowed at your comment, his shoulders squaring as Miguel approached the both of you.
“-he’s not going anywhere until we know for sure that he’s not a threat.” Miguel’s hand closed around your wrist, pulling you away from the boy’s side as you watched him pull a red disk from the air behind him, casually throwing it at the boy’s feet, a red cage snapping up around the panicking kid.
Miguel was immediately battered with pleas to let him go, specifically by Gwen and Peter, as Miles yelled and slammed against his enclosure. Slipping away from the turmoil and shouting, you caught Miles’ gaze and nodded slightly, his eyes going wide at the realization of your words. His hands pressed against the red lining, a muttered sentence leaving his lips before the cage shattered and every single spider-person was thrown backwards by the sheer force. Everyone besides you of course, who was conveniently standing next to a freed Miles, your webbing attached to the floor the only anchor you had to prevent from flying back.
Scarlet eyes immediately snapped to you, your gaze full of guilt as Miles turned to sprint, your legs quickly following as the shout of your name boomed behind you, your eyes flitting back to find a rage-filled Miguel with hundreds of spiders at his heels, pursuing Miles, and unfortunately, you as well.
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Part Two
#miguel ohara#miguel o’hara x reader#miguel o’hara smut#spiderman across the spiderverse#atsv miguel#miguel o’hara imagine#miguel smut
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oh just a little tip, i think it would be wise if you added the spanish translations somewhere inside the fics, this could be at the end or next to the spanish sentence, since you can’t copy text from posts it’s hard to translate since you have to type everything in google translate by hand <33 anyways i loved your fic, you’re very talented and i can’t wait to see more of miguel and his beloved sunshine.
you know what might be funny? if they were on a mission and got hit with a gas that switches their personalities🤣 now that would be something i would pay to see 😂
From Your Point of View
((Miguel O’ Hara x Female! Reader))
A/N: Hello~✨ Thank you so much for the request and the critique. I have now added some translations at the bottom of the fanfics because I forgot how weird tumblr can be about copy and pasting stuff😅. Also I hope that I didn’t disappoint with this as I was kinda struggling on what to write for this one.
-Still haven’t seen the movie so be warned I may get some stuff wrong-
Warnings: Grumpy x Sunshine, Female Reader/Female Pronouns, Barely using (Y/N) ((Sunny is their nickname not their name)), bioweapons, kinda graphic injuries, Outta Character and Outta pocket behavior, and Google Translated Spanish. ((Thank you @22carolina08 for reviewing it before I posted it))
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The cackle of women enjoying the fruits of their labors filled the corridor of the abandoned warehouse as they surrounded the machine they were working on. It was a tall glass sphere with some kind of purple dust floating around inside while two titanium computers stood on either side of the device.
The three women standing around it were a set of Green Goblins who jumped from different dimensions to find a universe where there wasn’t an arachnid hero to stop them from using a bomb to take control of the city.
However they didn’t expect there to be four spidermen to be observing them around the property with one little spider hiding along the walls of their lair.
“Lyla,” Miguel whispers as he observes the meeting from the top of another warehouse. “Analyze the contents of that bomb and tell me how bad it is.”
The yellow AI materializes in front of him as Miguel tries to swat her away like a fly, not wanting her to compromise his location. Lyla rolls her eyes and explains, “The dust in that little bomb they have is made from spores of this rare mushroom. It’s been reported that inhaling the spores can cause drastic changes in behavior, mood swings, and mild hallucinations. Most cases detail paitents becoming aggressive and violent.”
Jessica’s voice buzzes through the intercom as she quips, “So they are planning on driving the city into a state of panic?”
“Sounds like it.” Ben Riley gruffs in annoyance. Miguel couldn’t help but roll his eyes as he knows the Scarlet Spider was still pissed that he couldn’t go ahead and stop the goblins.
“Sounds like a party to me, mate.” Hobie cracks as he watches from the ground. “Oi, Sunny, Dear? Wanna crash their party?”
“Yes, a party of people violently hurting each other and causing mass chaos does sound like fun.” Miguel grumbles saracastially before scolding Hobie. “She can’t reply to you, Brown. Not when she’s undercover.”
Miguel can barely make out her outline with the infared of his mask lens, but he can see his little jumping spider wander among the goblins unseen.
A big advantage to have someone with his beloved’s powers. She had almost every trait of the typical spider men, but she had a unique camouflaged ability. Without the suit Miguel made her, she can lower her heart rate and rapidly chill her body temperature so she can remain undetected by infared. She can also go invisible for a few moments without the suit, but both abilities are limited due to how strenuous it was on her being.
The suit allows her to remain undetected for a much longer time and prevents her from putting too much strain on her body. The slight heat the suit emits to keep her body functioning is the only thing that Miguel can use to track her. A major drawback of her gift is that physically she’s not as strong as the others, but she can handle herself in a fight.
Of course, he’s always there to help her. Her protective predator and his gentle prey. A match made in heaven as Jess always jokes.
“(L/N).” Miguel whispers into the com as he watches his love sneak around the device. “Attach the bug I gave you to the main computer so Lyla can deactivate the bomb.”
He makes a signal to the others to tell them to be ready for the ambush. The plan was suppose to be a simple get in and out. The invisible web shooter would get the bomb deactivated while Miguel, Hobie, and Ben rush in and take out the goblins. Jess served as support in case the villains ran past them. It was suppose to be an easy mission. Until it wasn’t.
As the bomb got deactivated, a light beep from the monitor causes the Goblins to turn around and notice that someone tampered with their bomb. Before the little spider could escape, one of the Goblins throws a jack o lantern explosive at her, causing the glass vial to exploded.
Miguel’s blood ran cold as he witnesses his love engulfed in black and purple smoke, and all reason went out the window as he rushed into the contaminated warehouse to save her.
“Miguel, wait!” Jessica screams out she drives her bike in front of the other two spidermen trying to rush in.
“What gives, Drew?” Hobie snaps, concern burning in his eyes. “We gotta get in there.”
“Not without these.” She snaps back as she hands the boys four sets of gas masks. “Lyla said it’s transmitted through air. Hurry up and put these on.”
Ben grumbles and slams the mask on before running in while Hobie and Jessica share a look. “You think Sunny will be alright?” The spiked spider asks as he places the gas mask on his already covered face.
“She better be.” Jessica sighs. “I definitely don’t want to find out how Miguel will react if she wasn’t.”
With that Hobie runs in while Jessica calls for backup to help contain the spores seeping from the windows.
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“Vitals appear to be normal.” Spider-Doc mutters to the three spider people surrounding one of the hospital beds. “O’Hara and (L/N) are both looking good on blood pressure and brain activity, so I expect them to wake up anytime soon.”
Thankfully, Hobie and Ben managed to capture the green goblin trio and reinforcements came just in time to contain the spread of the bio weapon. However, both Miguel and his companion were found bloody and unconscious when they found them.
The beloved spider woman had most of the damage with several shards of glass impaled into her back and arm while gaining a severe concussion. The team figured that in the rush of the moment and his vision obscured by the cloud of dust, the goblins took Miguel by surprise and got him with three sharp projectiles while he was trying to help Sunny.
Despite the horrific scene, both of them were deemed to be alright after some surgery and the only physical damage was Sunny’s now broken arm, which should heal in about a week thanks to the signature spiderman super healing. The only worry was the psychological damage.
Both were definitively exposed to large quantities of the gas and from what Lyla had said about the mental effects of the spores, they were worried about an invisible spider and her beast of a companion tearing everything apart.
Jessica sighs as she sadly gazes at the broken and restrained bodies of her friends as Hobi places a small bear on his little friend’s bed.
“Didn’t Lyla say anything about how that antitoxin is coming along?” Peter says as he bites his nail.
Spider-Doc nods as his lens shifts to appear like he’s hopefully smiling. “Lyla has said thanks to the samples from their suits, an antitoxin will be finished in two days.”
“Two days?!” Hobie snaps up. “We are about to have two spidermen possibly going on a rampage if we piss them off. I don’t think we can wa-“
A soft groan emits from the bed beside the ranting anarchist and everyone’s attention breaks from the poor doctor and onto the small spider. Her eyes flutter open as she frowns at her surroundings.
“Sweetheart, are you okay?” Jessica soothes as she helps the disoriented girl sit up in her bed.
“I’m fine.” The girl said in an unusually blunt way. Her eyes now harden in an annoyed expression as she looks around at the group. “Next time, you guys should be more considerate to someone recovering from having their shit rocked.” She scolds before growling at the pain.
The sight of the sweet girl now acting so bothered towards their presence was so unsettling, but not unexpected. They were aware the sweet girl they knew was gonna be changed by the gas, but it’s still disturbing.
As they all stare at the glaring girl, a deep groan comes from the bed next to her as her attention focuses on her love. Her anger emerges as she snaps back to the spiders.
“What the fuck did y’all do to him?! Was it that asshole Ben Riley? I’m gonna kick his ass if he’s the reason my Miggy is in-“
“Cariño?” A soft mutter causes her verbal rampage to end as a pair of ruby eyes focused on her. Once she meets his eyes, an uncharacteristically soft grin comes over his face as he mumbles sweetly. “Hola, mi niña bonita, ¿cómo te sientes?””
“I’m fine.” The girl mumbles as she tries to keep her stern face while a little dusting of blush takes over. “What about you?”
Miguel chuckles at her face and gently reaches over and caresses her hand as he swoons, “Siento que puedo enfrentarme a un toro ahora que he visto tu hermoso rostro, mi amor.”
The group of spidermen looked at Miguel horrified as he looks up at them. Expecting him to snap at them or try and escape his restrains, but he doesn’t do either. He gives them a bright friendly smile as he cheers, “Oh, you guys made it out alright. I’m glad we are all still here together. Great job, everyone.”
Hobie backs up a couple of steps trying to calm his raging heart before he had a heart attack from the shock. Jessica looks at him disturbed as she silently records the duo on her phone to show her husband later. Peter calls Lyla on his gizmo as his face looses all color.
The AI emerges out of the gizmo with a cheery, “Hello~ you ringed?”
“What’s wrong with Miguel?” Peter snaps as he hears Sunny immediately yell at him about what he said about her Miggy.
“Oh I meant to warn you about that. Well the aggression is on a most case scenario kinda thing, not an every case thing. Since Miguel is more genetically altered with spider than Little Miss Sunshine, his natural aggression cancels out the one caused by the bio weapon.” The assistant explains.
Hobie laughs at this as he looks at the now confused Miguel, “So our big bad leader is as harmless as a kitten now?”
“Yep.” Lyla giggles. “And because our sunny pants there was as dangerous as a jumping spider before this, she’s now part of the majority percentaile.”
“What the fuck did you say about Migue, you twig?!” The formerly harmless girl bucks in her restraints as her protective nature causes her to want to thrash the punk star.
“Mi amor, por favor cálmate... No está tratando de ser grosero…” A now teary eyed Miguel tries to sooth his partner in a shaky calm voice.
That was when Jessica realized a mistake they made. When they restrained the pair earlier, Miguel was placed in titanium bands that crossed over his chest, arms, legs and hips. Since Sunny wasn’t considered a ‘major’ threat in comparison, she was just held down by some chains.
Because of this, the earth deafening sound of chains shattering cause all of the spiders to scream. The AI giggles as she responds,
“I forgot to mention that the chemical not only increases aggression, but also physical strength. In humans, they would just be slightly stronger than normal, but in Miss (Y/N)’s case…”
The rest couldn’t hear what else Lyla had to say as Hobie started booking it down the hall with a pissed off Sunny hot on his heels. Jessica frantically tries to undo Miguel’s restraints as he cries for his lover to come back.
Peter sighs and asks, “How much longer until the antidote is ready?”
“I can rush it for you. Should take another 3 hours hopefully.”
“Do you have any tranquilizers?” Peter asks as a now free Miguel tries to chase down his angry lover.
“No~”
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Translations:
Hola, mi niña bonita, ¿cómo te sientes? - Hello, my pretty girl, how are you feeling?
Mi amor, por favor cálmate... No está tratando de ser grosero…- My love, please calm down...He's not trying to be rude…
Siento que puedo enfrentarme a un toro ahora que he visto tu hermoso rostro, mi amor.- I feel like I can take on a bull now that I've seen your beautiful face, my love.
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Chasm: Curse of Kaine (Vol. 1/2024), #1.
Writer: Steve Foxe; Penciler and Inker: Andrea Broccardo; Colorist: Brian Reber; Letterer: Joe Caramagna
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Painkiller
♡Pair: Miguel O'Hara x gn!reader
Genre: minor Angst / fluff
Warning: Injuries, blood. Incorrect British slang and spanish.
A/n: Miguel can release how much Venom he wants to release, so this doesn't paralyzed (Y/n)
Summary: You got injured from a mission and Miguel basically decides to numb your pain.
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"Miles! Watch out!" You yelp as the Lizard bites you.
You made sure the Lizard didn't bite Miles. Its sharp teeth sink into your inner thigh. You punch the Lizard to get its teeth off of you.
As you did you swung a web out to a nearby building. Getting on top of it to check out your wound.
"Hey- Are you alright?" Miles swung by. He was in a panic.
You hissed in pain as you checked your wound. Your suit was ripped where you were bit. Bloody bite mark.
"Im- fine." You huffed. "Call for backup. Without Miguel's knowledge. " You spoke while holding your wound. And Mile did as he was told.
He called in Gwen, Hobie, and Pavitr. They jumped out the portal seconds later.
"S’You called it, mate." Hobie shrugged. As the three realized you were injured.
"Oh my god- (Y/n)- are you alright?" Gwen crouched to take a look at your wound.
"I'm fine, don't worry." You shook off your wound. Wincing slightly when you push a towel onto it.
"Uhm, guys there's a Lizard down here." Pavitr pointed as he played with his bangle.
"Right, that." You sighed.
"We'll get that handle for you." Miles laid a hand on your shoulder. "Trust us." He smiled. You sighed.
"Well you better not tell Miguel about this." You winced.
"You s’betcha." Hobie swung off the building. As well as the other three jump off the building too. You panic when you saw, your watch glow.
It was Jess. Thank god.
"Oh- hey Jess.. how's the baby coming along?" You smiled.
"What's going on? And why did Miles call for backup?"
"Oh! I told him to. You see this… Lizard is pretty strong?" You gave a low chuckle.
"But!" Before Jess spoke again.
"We have it under control, promise." You plead, hoping she doesn't send herself or even worse Miguel.
You knew Miguel was going to bench you after this injury. So you made sure he wasn't going to find out.
And if he does Miles might not survive another day.
Jess nodded, turning off her side of the call. You lead back on the smashed concrete that was behind you.
But goodness.
It hurts like hell.
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The four spider people lead you to the Medbay, making sure no one sees you. Once you got there. Miles used his Medbay card to check you in and out. Making sure no one knew you were injured.
Your wounds were patched and clean. You were almost healed. Expected the part where you're limping. But, it was very light, so no one could notice it if they were a mile away.
After you left the Medbay you went back to your Spider-dimension. Going back to your apartment.
You quickly changed and lay in your soft cold bed. Taking a break. Your injury was sort of aching. Miles said he would sign you out.
Somehow, he likely would have made it worse.
"Morale. Where. The. Hell. Are. They." Miguel frowned.
"Somewhere?" Miles flailed his shoulders.
"Somewhere? SOMEWHERE? They're your partner, estúpido. How could you lose them?" (Stupid)
"Do you like them, aye?" Hobie added. Which seems to have shut up Miguel.
The room was silent.
"I'm going to check their watch." Miguel Ignoring Hobie's question would make everyone confused.
Miguel turns on your watch's camera. Everyone was bracing themself for Miguel to yell.
But he didn't. More like he was mesmerized. The screen was big.
You were lying in your bed, covers right on top of you. The watch right on top of your nightstand.
How Miguel was staring at you, everyone in the room knew Miguel had the fastest crush on you.
Lyla snapped him out of it. He was embarrassed. A deep scarlet red rose around his face.
"You can leave, now." He turned behind to see no one there. He let out an annoyed sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.
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Few days went by and you tried your best to distance yourself from Miguel, hoping he didn’t notice you were injured. Going on missions when needed, making sure to lower suspicions. This didn’t help your injury heal at all.
It only got worse. It was only time before Miguel caught on. He noticed your constant limping when you came back from every mission.
He called you in one day.
“Yo, you need something?” You asked, webbing to his platform. Trying to stand still as possible.
“You want to tell me what you’re hiding?” He glanced at you, with his arms crossed.
“I’m fine.” You said.
“What?” He frowned more than usual. “You're injured?”
Oh shit… He didn’t know?
“No-? What I meant to say is ‘What do you mean?’ ” You fidget with your hands. Not like he was going to believe that, but you still tried anyway.
He walked up a bit closer to you. You walk back a few steps, almost falling off the platform, till he catches you by the suit. You wince slightly. Miguel seems to notice you wince. His frown turned into a concerned face.
He carried you bridal style on to his desk.
“Where does it hurt?” He asked, searching around your body.
“I told you, I’m fine. You got off the desk landing on your bad leg. You hiss slightly, crouching a bit. Miguel lifted you back on the desk.
“Eso no suena bien. I’m not going to ask you again. Where does it hurt?” (That doesn’t sound fine.) He looked at you. As he pressed around your leg, as soon as he heard you whimper in pain. He ripped the thigh part of your suit.
“You owe me a new suit.” You said, wincing.
“Lyla, make (Y/n) another suit.” As the orange hologram appears.
“You got it, bossman” As Lyla puts up multiple orange screens.
Miguel's eyes widened when he saw bandages, bled through.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were injured?” His voice softened. You look away from him.
“Didn’t want to be bench.” You shrugged. You heard him sigh.
“Does it hurt?”
“No, it feels like an ant bite.” You said sarcastically.
“Have you taken painkillers yet?” He asked.
“No, those don’t do much.” You sighed, aching at every movement.
“Could I perhaps try?”
“Giving me medicine?” You frown.
“Do you trust me?” He crouches to your knees.
“Yeah?”
“This might sting a little.” He spoke, spreading your legs out a bit.
“What are you-” You whimpered, as he stuck his two fangs into your thigh. You felt a cool numbing to your leg. It was a relief, but you were blushing like crazy.
“Better?” He asked, with a faint pink expose on his cheek.
You nodded at him with a million thoughts in your head. Your heart was beating a little faster than usual. You couldn’t even look him in the eyes. You always had a small crush for Miguel, but you never thought anything like this.
“You might not be able to walk for a little.” As he started to re-bandage you. “You shouldn’t be moving at all, either way.” He carried you off the platform into his spare bedroom.
“Take me out to dinner first, O’hara.” You joked. As he placed you down on the bed.
“Sure, when you get better.” He placed a light kiss on your forehead.
Wait what?
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Ambushed
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x f!reader, Natasha Romanoff x f!reader, Avengers x f!reader
Warnings: Fighting, injuries, punching, choking, ambushes, cursing
Part 3 to my DIWK series
Sick. Every morning you woke up sick. You should be used to it by now, being a double agent and all for a few months, but you never got over that distilled anxiety. Bottled up, saved for the quietness of your room at the end of the day. It settled like a cold, heavy, pit in your stomach. Too heavy to move or swallow, so it just sat with you.
You remember being in therapy a few years ago, having this pretty blonde stare across at you from the comfy-looking leather couch, tapping her pen against her gray slacks and bouncing knee. “And how does that make you feel?” Her voice was light as if it was a suggestion more than a question. “The same as it always does. There’s no flavor of the month for this thing, it’s the same every. single. day.” You groaned out the last word.
Therapy never worked for you anyway.
You couldn’t tell if it was an emotional thing or the fact that you slept with your therapists nearly every time, but it just wasn’t your vibe.
So now here you were, for one reason or another, gently knocking your head on the wall as you thought about the kiss(es) you shared with Agent Romanoff, and how her lips felt like the best place in the world. And also how stupid it was. How idiotic. Get semi-involved with someone on your team, especially when you’re a double agent. Sort of. More on that later.
You checked your watch, five minutes till go time, your first huge mission with the team. The stomping of boots in unison was all you focused on as you and the rest of the team boarded the Quinjet, strapping in and resting your head against the cold metal. You breathed out heavily, trying not to focus on the green-eyed witch sitting next to you, jaw clenched and obviously uncomfortable.
A few hours later the ship bumpily landed in a flower field, shaking everyone’s head a bit too much for comfort.
“Peter, Y/N, and Wanda- you two will take the North tower and get the hostages out from Cell blocks A-C.” Tony went down the list calling out different groups for the other 4 areas that needed to be covered. “Last but certainly not least, Romanoff and Rogers- you’re blessed with my presence on this mission.”
“Our fearless leader.” Steve groaned as he got up and walked out of the Quinjet.
Peter, shaggy brown hair, a nervous smile, and a spider suit on- that was the guy who was supposed to help defend you in case of an enemy ambush. And Wanda. Brown layered hair, bite with every word she said to you, and a red leather jacket- your other line of defense. Great. You might as well be fighting with your little brother considering the small age gap between you and Spidey. Truth is, you liked the kid. He had heart, and you felt bad for him too. Everyone treated him like a lost puppy, but you’ve seen him train. Peter’s definitely not as seasoned of a fighter as everyone else, but damn he did not give up.
Your group was supposed to clear out cell blocks A-C of an abandoned prison, supposedly harboring kidnapped engineers. You kicked the first exit door open, gun in hand and a flashlight being held by Peter right behind. Wanda trailed slightly behind you guys, ensuring no one snuck up from the back. The stairs cracked and groaned with each step, and cold metallic air whipped through the large facility. You crinkled your nose at the smell. Making it up the stairwell safely, you were met with the boring site of rusty old cells…and empty. You looked around, opening up the cells, peering in, and stepping out. Where the hell was everyone? “You guys might want to take a look at this,” Peter called out, sticking to one of the walls and pointing at a sealed door in the corner. Oh. Without being asked Wanda stuck one of her arms out, encompassing the sealed cement door with beautiful scarlet swirls causing it to crack, and shatter. Behind it was a pitch-black hallway.
You looked up at Peter, shrugging, “Ladies first, you’re up kid. Lead the way.”
He smiled…until he got the joke, “Sure Miss- wait what’s that supposed to mean?”
Wanda turned away to hide her smirk from you, covering it with a cough. “Don’t mind her, Peter. She thinks it's comedy hour.”
“Awh you think I’m funny witchy?”
“In your dreams, Y/N.”
Peter jumped down from his spot, taking a step forward into the hallway and flashing his light around. It seemed to go on forever the longer you three walked, with no turns or hidden rooms. Just a hallway. Huh.
Meanwhile, Tony, Nat, and Steve were walking the rest of the grounds exploring every nook and cranny. The last cell block, D, was pretty much empty too with light pouring in from the broken windows.
“It’s too quiet Tony.”
“Kinda nice right?”
“You completely missed my point on that, but okay. Quiet doesn’t mean empty it means-”
Steve cut in, “Hiding. Look at the door in the corner, it’s completely sealed off.” In an instant, Tony blasted it.
One thing you’d learn about Peter Parker was that he talked a lot when he was nervous.
“Did you know that the subways under NYC have been around for hundreds of years?”
Then you all heard it, the click-clack of slow but steady footsteps. You held your hand up, signaling silence and stopping your movements. The steps were out of sync and loud, not just one person but maybe two, or three.
Your steps got closer, their steps got closer, yours got closer, theirs got closer, yours got closer, theirs got-
“FUCK TONY!”
“FUCK WANDA!”
You all nearly shot each other to death thanks to your jumpscares. “I thought you were supposed to be in cell block D?” you asked him, quietly trying to stop the hum of your heart against your chest.
“We were, but this tunnel led us here.”
“Yeah, same with ours.”
Peter sat on the floor, arms resting on his knees, “Okay so we all made it here but- where are the hostages?”
“We were gonna ask you guys the same thing,” Tony scoffed. And in an instant, it dawned on all of you. Oh shit. “AMBUSH- GET OUT OF THE HALL!” You all started running towards the entrance your group came out of, everyone following behind you. The floors started rumbling and the overhead of planes could be heard above you. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. All of you ran out of the cell block, barely in time an earth shattering boom sounded. All of you were thrown at least 20 feet onto the cement, hitting your head and skidding. Blurriness filled your vision when you tried to get up, stumbling to your feet and falling back down. You looked around and your breathing was ragged, it felt like a fire had been set in your lungs. Everyone was down. Nat- thrown into a wall from the explosion. Out cold. Steve- barely waking up. Tony- banged up and crashed into the ground but slowly got back up. Wanda- right next to you with blood dripping down her forehead. And Peter- shit where’s Peter?
You heard him yell and when you turned around- there it was. An entire squad from HYDRA, at least 20 of them, marching towards you and the knocked-out Avengers. Peter, Steve, Tony, and yourself regrouped immediately. And standing there, smiling happily, was Samantha.
“Y’know, a simple explosion taking out the world's mightiest is really so disappointing. Kind of glad it didn’t work.” The leader of the group spoke first. You swore you saw his face before.
“I’m gonna guess there’s no hostages?,” Tony stepped forward, raising his arm and opening up the blasters.
”This should be fun.”
In moments, punches, kicks, and blasts were out in every direction. Peter already knocked five senseless, Steve was working on his set, and Tony was- well, Tony. Lots of blasting.Then came your turn, and taking out the four that had reached you was comfortable enough, aside from a few scrapes and the gentleman who attempted to pistol whip you. The real party came when Samantha stepped up to the plate, cracking her neck and taking her jacket off. “Y/L/N. We made this so easy for you, leave them in the cell block and you get out safely.”
“Yeah well, it would’ve been a lot easier if I had been aware of the fucking plan.”
“God, I’ve been waiting to do this for a long time,” she threw a right hook that cut you square in the jaw, and immediate pain exploded to your face. You tackled her to the ground, pinning her with your legs on each side of her waist, blow after blow to her face. Her nose was bleeding and she kicked you in the stomach. Samantha flipped you over and started pressing down on your throat, “I wish you had never come to Hydra- never come to take my fucking place.” Her grip tightened and you saw emptiness in her eyes.
You tried to dig your nails into her hands, desperately grabbing at skin or anything painful enough. “- stop. We’re on the same team,” you whispered, kicking at anything. Fuck- you couldn’t even flip her over with your legs as much as you kicked and squeezed. Your eyes started to go blurry once again and your head was pounding too much for you to think. Then webs attached themselves to either side of her waist, picking her up and slamming her against the farthest wall. Peter quickly jogged over to you, picking you up and letting you catch your breath.
“We need to keep moving, come on. They’re all gone.”
Everyone climbed inside the Quinjet after Peter webbed up all the HYDRA members, strapping them to the walls like Christmas ornaments. Natasha had woken up and was feeling fine, Wanda had woken up and fallen asleep on your shoulder accidentally. You tried to ignore the Black Widows' fiery gaze at the redhead who was asleep across from her, but the message was clear. Even though Wanda was a Grade-A asshole, some part of you felt bad for her. Maybe that was what compelled you to dampen a tissue with some water and gently clean the blood off of her forehead, or the way you checked her pulse every few hours.
A whole day later once every Avenger had rested up and healed their sore muscles, you heard a knock on your door. “Y/N, it’s me. It’s Wanda.” You opened the door to find her in a matching hoodie set, cluttered with the words “Screw off.” She dawned a small smile, moving past you and sitting on your bed without a word. Hi there. You sat next to her, conscientious of the space, and gently cleared your throat, “So, are you feeling better? You got hit pretty hard. ”
“A whole lot better, thanks to you. It was nice of you to take care of me,” her hand touched yours softly. A gentle smile played on your face.
“It’s what teammates do.”
Wanda gave you a silent nod. She glanced down at her lap as her expression changed. Apprehensive, she quietly spoke, “But I want you to know that I know. About you, your secret.” With that, she leaned down to your ear to whisper, “Sooner or later, everyone will know,” and left.
Oh.
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