#spiderbyte x reader

[daydreaming-en-pointe]

A very Spidey Christmas - Margo

Pairing: Margo Kess x Reader (written with fem!reader in mind, but I don’t think there’s anything that restricts it to that?? idk) (Hobie, 1610!Miles, 42!Miles, Gwen and Pavitr are here too!)

Word count: 759

Warnings: Both Miles squabbling like a pair of toddlers, pet names (sweetheart, sweetie, love) mistletoe, descriptions of a kiss! idk if I’m any good at it 😔

A/N: first time writing for Margo! Idk exactly how to write for her but I do hc that she’d be the best at calming ppl down and tries to avoid/de-escalate conflict as much as she can because it reminds her of her parents fighting 💔

In hindsight, maybe providing 5 spider-teenagers (and one Prowler) with an oven, baking ingredients, and your favourite sugar cookie recipe wasn’t the greatest idea.

Miles and the other Miles had “accidentally” thrown flour at each other more times than you could count, Gwen almost burnt butter (how on earth do you manage to burn butter?) and was in the bathroom nursing a small cut she had gotten while handling a knife, Pavitr somehow got baking powder in his nose and sneezed for 7 minutes straight, and you realized you didn’t have any icing sugar so you sent Hobie and Margo out on a quick trip to the grocery store.

Pavitr patted your shoulder gently, noticing your growing stress as you made sure the oven was off. A fire was the last thing you needed right now. “Don’t worry, they’ll be back soon- Miles, for the love of god! Aata phekna band karo! (Stop throwing flour)”

“Sorry!” “He started it. It’s not my fault he can’t take what he’s trying to give out!” “I started it?! Wh-”

“The cavalry ‘as arrived!” You looked up and sighed in relief as Hobie kicked open the door like someone straight out of an action movie, Margo close behind, her arms filled with grocery bags.

“You okay, sweetheart?” She asked as you went over to her, taking the grocery bags and kissing her cheek. “You look stressed.”

“I mean…” You vaguely gestured around the crowded kitchen, and everyone paused whatever they were doing to wave at the new arrivals. “But I know they’re all trying their best. Well, maybe not the other Miles.”

“Miles, knock it off,” Margo called out sternly, giving the one from earth-42 a death glare. “Both of you. I don’t care who started it. I’m ending it. Okay, sweetie, what’s first?”

You got out your recipe, laying the paper on the counter and standing between both versions of Miles. Gwen got back from the bathroom at that moment, wrapping a sparkly band-aid around her ring finger. You must’ve looked really concerned for her, because she held out her hand to soothe your worries. “I’m fine, don’t worry. Just a flesh wound.”

“Okay, uh… Margo, could you get the baking powder, please? Don’t let Pav get anywhere near it. No, Pav, it’s not because you’re clumsy, it’s just… I just don’t want you to sneeze so hard that your nose starts bleeding. Gwen, can you handle the mixing bowl? See, Pav, you can find the spoons and help her with the mixing. Hobie, could you find the baking trays? Thank you!”

The next few minutes were filled with the sound of the baking spoon scraping the bowl with all the ingredients, Gwen’s occasional tapping with the wooden utensils (drummer’s instincts, she explained), and your instructions.

“Pavi, that’s not enough sugar. Miles - sorry, not you, the other Miles-”

“Milo,” Hobie helpfully added, sitting cross-legged on the kitchen island as he helped (1610) Miles make the icing.

“Okay, Milo - the heat’s too high. Gwen you’re not adding enough flour… Margo the recipe needs more baking powder or it’ll fall flat-”

“Hey, hey, look at me.” Margo gently took your face in her hands, splaying her fingers across your cheeks and making you focus on her. She brought her thumb up to smoothie out the crease in between your eyebrows. “Shh. We got this, okay? You don’t need to worry. You’re stressing yourself out, love.”

“But I-”

“Look, mistletoe!” Margo webbed a sprig of mistletoe from the living room and pulled it toward her, attaching it to the ceiling above you before practically lunging forward and pressing her lips against yours, her arms coming to loop around your waist.

You allowed yourself to relax in her warm embrace, inhaling slowly. She smelled like a blend of buttery popcorn and car air freshener, and her lips were soft against yours and tasted vaguely of vanilla and oranges - a combination that felt all too familiar, for some reason…

“Feeling better now?”

“Yeah, slightly. Hang on, is that my lip balm?” You asked once she broke away to get some air. She gave a sheepish chuckle, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

“Noooo, it’s our lip balm now.”

“Listen, you two are very sweet, but if ya could go snog somewhere else that’d be great, yeah? I don’t know any first aid if ya catch on fire, and you’re very close to the oven,” Hobie interrupted, gently nudging you and Margo to one side and putting the tray of flattened cookie dough balls into the oven.

“British people are all so rude,” Margo stuck her tongue out at Hobie, whose eyebrows raised so high you thought they might reach his hair if he kept going.

“She’s got a point,” Pav chimed in through a mouthful of the first experimental batch of cookies - they had been burnt slightly around the edges, but he didn’t seem to mind.

“Pav, my guy, you too?!”

@vhstown (dw u are a lovely britisher who is a wonderful writer and not at all rude 🙏 still on the fence abt absent father dearest tho 😞 /j no he is a very lovely and talented britisher too) @l0starl @therealloopylupin2099 @hobiebrownismygod @deritosmi @tatumis-a

[unactive-shroom]

After almost a year, I’m happy to say that my requests are open!

I’m taking requests right now for Spiderman: ATSV, Omori & Sally face. Might drop a small fic that tomorrow, depending on whether I get it finished or not.

So yeah, send in requests! Full list of fandoms I write for is in pinned post 👍

[bluenotes75]

I don't care. Miles and Spiderbyte are dating in my head.

[urmadiik]

𖤐 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐘𝐓𝐄 𝐇𝐂𝐒 𖤐

bc I love them n they just make sense idk 😣

☆ one time they had a snowball fight and he’s SO competitive so he couldn’t even let her win, but she has amazing aim for like no reason so she did end up winning anyway

☆ he’s not super big on pda, maybe like a arm draped around her shoulders or like holding hands

☆ one time she asked mama rio to help her learn Spanish for him but she CANNOT roll her R’s for the life of her she still tries though

☆ she likes cherry flavored lip gloss so when they kiss he literally eats ts off of her

☆ he smells like cocoa butter and she smells like lavender

☆ Rio let’s her come over bc she trust Miles so YOU KNOWWWWW she’s always over there she just can’t stay when it stars getting dark

☆ she LOVES pandas SO MUCHH so he buys stuffed animals of them

☆ she made a playlist for him for when he overthinks about his prowler stuff or jus stressed in general

☆ she likes giving him little nose kisses bc she finds the way he scrunches up his nose so adorable

srry it wasn’t a lot I’m so bad at thinking of scenarios without any inspo 😋

[tainted-liquor]

would yall be satisfied w FlowerByte fics I know we eatin scraps rn

[freakaliousthugbunny]

With the way some of yall be tryna claim that margo, hobie, or prowler miles is over 18, if it wasn't stated that 1610-miles was 15 more than once in the movie i bet yall would've been saying hes an adult to.

[shhuuga]

Since Halloween is in like three days how do you think Ony x reader would dress up?🥳

top 3 in my opinion are ;

1 - bugs n lola bunny

2 - money heist dali

3 - miles morales and spiderbyte

[konigenblobbity]

Lion Tamer [Bonus]

Miguel O’Hara x GN!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, protective Miguel. animalistic Miguel, Hobie gets a bonk on the head (it was his own fault)

—> [Part 1]

A/n: Not really a part two, more of a bonus that I cut out from the story but still thought was fun.

After leaving you with Miguel in the cage, the spiders left the room to look into finding an antidote or information on what he had been drugged with. As Gwen and Jess work with Spiderbyte to look into it, Hobie, Peter and Pavitr decide to pay you a visit after a few hours.

“It shouldn’t take long though” Hobie says as walks into the room after the two other spiders. “Spiderbyte’ll get it done right quick and then Miguel will be back to his kind and loving self” He says and then chuckles as he turns to close the door behind him. When his joke is met with silence he looks over his shoulder to the others with furrowed brows.

“Oi, did I suddenly become unfunny?” He walks up to them, both frozen in place, figures blocking his view of the cage. “What’s gotten into you two?” He asks and circles to stand in front of them, having not yet looked at the cage. Both Peter’s and Pavitr’s eyes were wide and staring into the cage behind Hobie. “Well I’ll be…” Peter mumbles and lets out a huff of a laugh.

After a moment Hobie finally turns around to look at the cage. He was shocked and had to blink twice to make sure the sight in front of him was real. His eyes were slightly wide and a smirk slowly grew on his lips. “Fucking finally.” He murmurs to himself, putting his hands in his vest pockets.

Lying in the middle of the cage were you and Miguel. Your body was curled up against his chest, the way his figure was wrapped around yours seemed reminiscent of an animal protecting their cub. He had one arm thrown over your body protectively while the other rested under your head, the dip of his elbow your pillow.

“Aren’t they just precious” Hobie jokes and Pavitr chuckles lightly. “Who would’ve thought…” Peter murmurs and Hobie chuckles rolling his eyes. “I did!” He had a cocky grin plastered on his face and called out with a laugh. “It was so obvious” his voice echoed around the room and unbeknownst to him it caused Miguel to stir in his sleep.

He smiles at Pavitr “Oi mate, looks like Gwen owes us a tenner each” adding on a wink. Pavitr smiles “She should’ve never denied the truth” shrugging as he spoke. Peter just looks at them, somewhat bewildered. “Wait… you made a bet on whether the boss likes them?” He clearly wasn’t mad, a slight smile on his face. He seemed a bit impressed.

Hobie shrugs “well to be fair… it only became a bet when Gwen denied Miguel’s feelings. Saying he simply admires their talents” Peter then grins and let’s out a laugh “That’s exactly what Jess said! But I knew better” he places a hand on his hips while waving his finger pointedly as he spoke. Pavitr and Hobie exchange a glance before Pavitr speaks. “Wait… you saw it too?”

Peter shrugs nonchalantly before walking over to where Hobie leaned against a stack of boxes “It’s like you said. It was obvious.” He goes to stand next to him before nudging his shoulder lightly. Hobie looks at him curiously and Peter gives a cocky smirk “So obvious that she owes me twenty” to which Pavitr lets out a frustrated huff and Hobie just laughs.

“Nicely done mate.” Hobie comments giving him a nod of approval before looking back into the cage. Not picking up on how Miguel’s body was tense now, being disturbed by all their talking. “Surprised it took this long though” he adds with a soft chuckle, to which Pavitr nods and Peter shrugs nonchalantly.

After joking around a bit more, their eyes are all back on the cage as they hear a deep growl. All their chatter had awoken Miguel, who was now glaring daggers at Hobie. So much so that Peter stepped to the left away from Hobie just to be sure it wasn’t directed at him. “Why is he looking at you like that?” He asks a bit uneasy. But Hobie ignores his concern.

They all watched how Miguel pulled your body more against his own, his arm under you head bending just enough to wrap around your shoulders gently; still being careful not to wake you. His lips parted just enough in a sneer for his fangs to be on display. His body shifting to try and hide your figure more with his own.

Hobie allows his tongue to trace his top teeth before stepping closer to the cage, an amused glint in his eyes. As he began to move around the cage Miguel’s eyes did not leave him once, completely disregarding the other two spiders in the room.

“Uhh… what are you doing?” Peter asks, hesitating to follow after him, deciding to just stay put. Pavitr watched as well, already having some idea of what the punk had planned. “Just testing a theory!” Hobie tilts his head back, directing his words to Peter but ensuring not to break eye contact with Miguel as he spoke.

The more Hobie moves towards the cage, the more protective Miguel gets. He begins to slowly crouch off the floor, carefully placing your head on the ground as he moved to stand in front of your body. As if to hide it from Hobie’s gaze. Hobie just stands tall, rolling his shoulders back, showing his teeth with a cocky grin.

Miguel does the same, standing up taller, eyes glaring down at Hobie like a hawk. His teeth now fully on display as he unveiled his claws to make him appear all the more threatening. Hobie brushes it off, chuckling almost mockingly at the sight, not even an ounce of fear in his demeanor. I mean he was in a cage, he couldn’t touch him if he tried.

Pavitr watches intently as well before mumbling a warning “Hobie… don’t do anything stupid” but Hobie just raises a hand and waves it at him, not listening. Hobie then stops in his place, Miguel’s body freezes up in response. Hobie’s eyes then dart down to your body.

Its only a second later that Hobie fires a web through the bars of the cage directly at your calf, he then pulls it towards him, dragging your sleeping body away from Miguel. However, he barely managed to pull you an inch across the ground before Miguel grabs at the web.

With the claw of his other hand he cuts it but still keeps the rope tight in his grasp. When Miguel cut it Hobie smirks to himself, happy with the result. When his gaze locks into Miguel’s again, his smile drops. The look in Miguel’s eyes was one of bloodlust and pure rage. He looked about ready to kill Hobie for what he just did.

Miguel glanced down at Hobie’s hand, which was still extended outwards with the web coming out of the shooter on his wrist. Hobie looks down and immediately understands what Miguel must be thinking, he looks back up at him and the corner of Miguel’s mouth was raised ever so slightly… almost in a condescending smirk.

“Well shit.” Is all Hobie manages to say before Miguel pulled on the rope of web roughly. It causes Hobie to fly forward off his feet hitting the cage with a loud thud. His eyes clenching shut and he lands on his ass, hand rubbing at his forehead. Unbeknownst to him, Miguel had rushed over to the wall of the cage while he tried to recover.

“Hobie!” Peter calls out and he and Pavitr quickly rush over and pull him away from the cage before any more damage can be done. Miguel’s hand reach through the gap in the metal bars, claws swiping and cutting through the air in frantic motions. The whole time Miguel had pure rage on his face as his eyes glowered down at Hobie.

Luckily he was now out of his reach but he was looking with wide eyes at just how demented and frenzied Miguel looked. He groans and rubs his forehead again as pain surges through his skull. “Told you” Pavitr says before helping the Brit stand back up onto his feet. “Shut up. I was right wasn’t I?” he remarks snidely.

Once Hobie was back on his feet Miguel gave one last snarl before pacing back to the center of the cage and went to crouch over your body again. One hand carefully picked off any remaining webs on your calf, throwing each one aside with a scowl. Once it was all gone he gave your leg a soft caress to make sure you weren’t hurt.

Peter turns to Hobie “I’m not following. What just happened? What are you right about?” Hobie looks at him and tilts his head like it was obvious. “The prick hates me” he nods his head in the direction of the cage, before chuckling softly.

Pavitr then adds “That or he really likes them” and Hobie hums in agreement. “Huh” Peter comments and they all watch how Miguel lies back down and pulls you back against his chest, resting his chin on the top of your head and cuddling you close against him.

[the-kr8tor]

Hello love I got a request for you can you please do a yandere Hobie x techno spider woman reader

Where reader is a techno spider hero but she's also the daughter of Miguel and here's the twist Miguel and Hobie don't know that she's techno spider and when she's fighting spots, Hobie and Miguel finds out 🥰🥺🤗.

So about readers power she was bit by a techno spider so she's more like a techno DJ spider and she can release giant sound waves from a giant techno DJ set that comes when she uses her powers and her webs are like bluish and glitchy 🥰🤗😍😘

@/queenuchiha28- sup boo got another request for you yandere Hobie x Miguel's daughter reader

Reader is the daughter of Miguel and she's a spider woman known as hybrid spider and she has emo looks but she has a cool, nonchalant personality but her father Miguel and Hobie doesn't know that she's a spider woman and they find out

Love you boo

Hi hun! I combined your two requests since its premise is similar, hope you don't mind.

Pairing: Yandere! Hobie Brown x Spider-woman! Reader/ Yandere! Spider-Punk x Spider-woman! Reader.

Word count: 1.3k

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, TW violence, possessive behaviour. ANGST

A/N: I made Miguel an asshole here, sorry, I actually love him, contrary to popular belief.

ʕ⁠·⁠ᴥ⁠·⁠ʔ

"So I just shrugged, and left" you finish your story, while Hobie's casually playing with your hands. He laces your fingers, tangling them with his.

"I'm sure Miguel appreciated that," he says sarcastically.

"Oh you should've seen his face, he–" the loud beeping of Hobie's bracelet rings out, stopping you in your tracks.

You quickly let go of Hobie's hand, he misses your warmth immediately.

Lyla's bright hologram appears, a cheeky smile on her lips "hey lovebirds, aren't you glad it's not Miguel calling?" She bats her eyelashes, "anyway, there's trouble in Earth- 616, you're in Hobie" 

Lyla disappears back into the watch, you sigh, annoyed that your alone time gets cut off by spider duties. 

"Be right back" he leans towards you, holding on to your chin lovingly, Hobie leaves a small kiss on your lips, enough for you to want more, but you control yourself, stopping before you ask for a proper one. 

"Be careful" you softly say.

Hobie brings your hand to his lips, kissing your fingertips tenderly, eyes glued to yours. Your breath hitches in your throat. He teases you, smirking at your flustered face. Hobie pulls away, leaving you wanting more. 

He types in the coordinates, the sudden bright portal appearing in your dark room makes you squint. He looks back at you, winking. You smile lopsidedly.

Hobie enters the portal, making you alone again. You slump back on your sofa, wishing you could go with him, but alas you can't tell anyone that you're also a spider person, or else your father would get worried for your safety, and become more overprotective of you. You don't even know what Hobie's reaction will be.

Your thoughts get interrupted by your phone ringing, Miguel's caller ID pops up on the screen. You answer it almost immediately, thinking something might've gone wrong.

"Mija, where are you?" Miguel's familiar voice sounds out on the speakers.

"Home, why? Did something happen?" You're ready to jump into action especially if it involves Hobie. 

"Spiderbyte needs your help here, team alpha's asking for backup" 

You perk up, Hobie's a part of team alpha, shit is he okay? You stop your thoughts from getting worse, instead, you quickly make your way out of your dorm, making sure you grab the device you invented, your spider suit hidden in it.

"I'm on my way" you run towards the command center. 

You weave through the crowd of spider people, giving some of them a quick 'hello'.

Finally you make it to your destination, Miguel's already half way through a portal. 

Spiderbyte looks towards you, beckoning you over. You do your job, monitoring how the mission's going. You tap your hands restlessly on the table, your eyes trained on Miguel's form, at the same time looking for Hobie. 

Hobie's familiar back appears on screen, you can finally breathe again.

You watch as Spot makes more holes appear, throwing your loved ones further away. You grip the table tighter, seeing them lay still on the concrete floor. 

You press a button, alerting the available team for backup, trying to hide the shakiness of your voice, your usual calmness thrown out the window. "Attention team gamma, alpha needs backup, head to Earth- 616 immediately" 

Margo places a comforting hand on your shoulder, calming you a bit, you nod your head, telling her you're okay.

You turn your attention back towards the screens, watching as your father gets thrown like a rag doll. Spot makes a hole in the back of his head before Hobie's hand collides, Hobie gets punched in the face by his own knuckle, knocking him back.

The Spot is making a mockery of team alpha, while team gamma's nowhere to be found. Your feet move before you could think. Margo yells out your name, you press the button on your device, nanobots scatter around you, turning your dark civilian clothes into your suit. 

The jet black suit molds itself to your form, since the suit is still a prototype, it glitches out, different bright colors fade in and out in various parts of it. You'll worry about that later, right now, you need to save your loved ones. You quickly grab a bracelet from one of the work benches, strapping it on to your arm, you punch in the coordinates. 

You aim a bright web towards it, catapulting you. Bracing for impact, you land harshly on a roof. 

The Spot doesn't realize you're there, using the element of surprise, you manipulate your nanobots, turning them into a turntable, you play it sending shockwaves over the battlefield.

You miscalculated, the sheer force of it sends everyone else flying, except for the one you actually targeted. Spot finds himself free from being surrounded by spider people, he finds you standing, flabbergasted by what happened, you shouldn't have underestimated him. 

Spot mockingly waves at you, free to finally get away to another universe.

"No!" You shoot a web at him, trying to stop him, but he's already gone, already on his way to terrorize another dimension "shit" you land on the other side, feet skidding to a halt. 

Miguel lands loudly behind you, anger radiating off him "What did you do?!" He doesn't recognize you in your suit, mask still on your face.

Miguel harshly turns you towards him, "We almost had him! Who the hell are you?" He bares his fangs, you gulp for air, you shouldn't have come, you should've trained more, you should've– 

Hobie suddenly lands right next to you, mask torn on its side "go easy on her, she didn't mean to" 

Miguel ignores Hobie, leaning closer to you, his large shadow blanketing over you, "Who. are. you?" He growls out, causing you to move back, you stop when your back hits something sturdy. 

You can see Hobie from your peripheral, his chest stabilizing you. He nods knowing it's you under your mask.

"I didn't mean to" you reach for a button, opening your mask "I was trying to help, I'm sorry" you say meekly. 

Miguel's eyes widen when he sees your face, but it quickly morphs into anger "you could've been killed! I would've lost you!" He screams out, you swear you can see veins popping out on his forehead.

"She was just trying to help, bossman" Hobie counters, a tiny smirk on his lips, realizing he could use this opportunity.

"Stay out of this" Miguel points at Hobie "you're done," he grabs the web shooters from your wrists "I don't know when you got your powers, but you'll never use it again" Miguel takes your device from your hip, immediately shutting off your suit, leaving you in your regular clothes "You'll never be spiderwoman, I won't allow it" his words dripping in venom.

Your eyes water, you don't let the tears fall,  you stand tall, your knuckles shake, leaving half moons on your palms "you don't mean that, you won't lose me like–"

"Enough!" His voice booming out, he exhales out, massaging his temples "go home, you're banned from HQ and any spider business"

"Papa, please, I can do better" 

He doesn't answer, opening a portal back to spider society. Miguel doesn't even look back at you.

Hobie rubs your arms, comforting you. You break down in front of him, hugging him tightly, you try to stop the flow of tears, but you can't.

Hobie doesn't like it when you cry, but he finds himself smiling, Miguel was the only person that divides your attention from him, finally he has you all to himself. He wraps his arms around you tighter, rubbing a comforting hand over your back.

This wasn't his plan originally but he still got the same result he wanted, he knows not to look a gift horse in the mouth.

He's all you have now, and he'll gladly have you, even if it means he has to take you away from your only family.

ʕ⁠·⁠ᴥ⁠·⁠ʔ

Thank you for reading! Please consider reblogging if you enjoyed it ❤️

[darling-answers]

HAI POOKIE CAN YOU DO A SOMBRA X WIDOW (Or Spiderbyte) X READER FANFIC PLEAAASEEEE

THIS IS A 18+ LESBIAN WRITING DO NOT READ THIS IF YOUR A MALE OR UNDER 18+!

WOOF WOOF WOOF I definitely will complete this Very good request! Thank you for requesting after reading my sexy Moicy request and asking for another poly GRRRR also thank you for private messaging me and giving me more for this fanfic, you satisfied my expectations and I appreciate people if you do this!

I did get off topic with the ask and I apologize if I need to rewrite this I will, but idk why I just felt like this fit really well with it. 😭🏃‍♀️

Working in the lab was hard, everyday it was a new thing and especially spending 75 hours in the lab with no sleep cause massive amounts of side effects to happen, knowing that you were starting to see them such as the beginning of slurring your speech causing even your lab partners to give you a confuse work when you started to ramble on something that they didn’t even understand even being on the same level as you are scientifically, they would just slowly back away and leave you alone to ramble alone to your own thoughts, the next side effect you started noticing was you couldn’t even stand up without your leg shaking erratically, so you option to sitting down and kept working. It got to the point even doctor O’Deoadrin and Kruiper notice the struggles you were having.

The admiration for you dedication and work made you a brilliant scientist the fact you did Blood typing and cross matching donor blood for patient transfusions; Testing blood for drug levels; Finding abnormalities in blood clotting made you a higher up scientist that even Moira admired your work and creation’s even stopping to get a better look of what your doing and to comment on her thoughts but when she started noticing you absolutely chaotic state the first one she notified was your Hacker wife. Without you even noticing she slips out of the lab and headed off towards your bedroom where she knows atleast one of your wives would be.

Knocking on the door at first she heard no reply from anyone, as she was about to walk away she heard a voice no two voices coming from the room, it was widowmaker and Sombra who was whispering about something, Moira jingles the knob than jingles it one more time and open it, revealing the two women who were sitting at the computer widowmaker watching Sombra type away clearly hacking something. Widowmaker is slowly whispering in the ear of her other wife as Moira clears her throat loudly.

It causes Sombra to whip her head around to face the door, cursing in Spanish her native language, “¡¿Qué diablos crees que estás haciendo en nuestra habitación?!” Widowmaker puts a hand on Sombra shoulder giving Moira a side eye and she lifts her eyebrow to make Moira continue. “ May you get your wife out of my lab before she causes my experiments to become devastating, I can’t have a girl running on haft ass sleep to be in a laboratory filled with very valuable materials and information.”

The concern look that was switch on widowmaker face when she heard about her wife condition caused her to stand up instantly , “ she, is not on vacation? We.. were told by her?” Widowmaker spoke out placing a hand on her hip while Sombra looked at her. Running widowmaker back as she curses in French, “ Why the hell was Mi Amor hiding the fact she was not on vacation leaving us behind but she was in the damn base the whole time! We want answers, and you will give it to us before I let Akane on that little secret that you so preciously keep from him.” The growl that was let out from Sombra mouth was one filled with venom, the natural aggression that followed was an uncommon sight but not one that Moira was not aware of.

“ Your Wife is working in a delicate situation that I need done right. Because she one of the best valuable asset to this cause she was the only one I would be willing to help out, naturally if you found out she even stayed up a day, you.. would have a all out effort to get her to bed… and I can’t have my expectations and experiments wasted off on human interaction, so to help me out, I asked her to assist with lieing to you guys and keeping you… distracted without you guys even realizing it.” She lets out a hum starting to walk away from the room when Sombra trails after her not far behind is widowmaker who clearly is frustrated with the aspect of not even realizing her naive wife fell for Moira tricks again.

Bursting into Moira lab before Moira could even stop Sombra with a huff she let them throw to get there wife out of the lab, “ a word with you after we’re done taking care of are wife is to be expected.” Widowmaker mumble as she walked into the lab right after Sombra did, looking at the back of the lab she could see her wife, spacing out while doing a lab experiment, her eyes glossy over as widowmaker walked in front of her wife mumbling some words in French trying to coax her wife to snap out of the haze coming to rub at her shoulder, a shudder is heard as a cognitive sound is heard as the lab experiment tube is place gently down on the rack.

“ What are you two doing here.?” You mumbled as you looked around the room trying to not reach the eyes of your two very clearly frustrated lovers, “ We could ask you the same thing.” Sombra, no Olivia said with a evil smirk meeting the eyes of Lacroix, the Spider women let out a hum as Olivia grabbed your shoulder gripping your arm in a harshly way, almost to harsh as she force you to make your way with her and lacroix on trail to your shared room, as you were pushed inside and on the bed, you knew, even in your tired draining state you knew you had little chance to get yourself out of this situation. They wouldn’t let you get your way not today.

“ Do you know how worried we were, Torado! Well, you had us all worried that you were out on vacation without telling us where you went you were in the lab the whole entire time, and you couldn’t even trust us to tell us the truth and lie to Moira?!? You have a treat in coming for you Puta, Now get up and take off your clothes, I want your lips sealed, not even a peep from you .” Olivia growled out, fisting some of your hair and yanking on it, causing a cry out of mouth which caused you to get slapped in the face.

“ mon amour, tu dois rester tranquille, je ne peux pas t'aider, tu as fait ça tout seul.” lacroix mumbled in your ear coming to gently help you up out of the bed and gently as she runs her hands all over your body laying kisses on your neck she helps you take off your clothes. “ You will be okay, I won’t let her go to far.” Once your naked bare infront of two beautiful women eyes to see Lacroix comes to gently turn your head from Olivia to her, gently grabbing at your cheeks and lean in to kiss her, widowmaker ushering you on the bed.

Widowmaker lays down after taking off her body suit and gently guides you to go on top of her, gently grabbing at the hair that Olivia had wrapped around her fingers and gently push it away from the harsh grip. Lacroix comes to gently guide your face to the most intimate part of a humans life. Her nipples were perky and ready to be sucked on like a newborn baby weaning for milk, as she comes to gently put her nipple in your mouth harsh hands come to roughly lift your bottom up. A strangle gasp and moan leaves your mouth as a harsh slap was given to your ass. The stinging of the pain cause a few more whimpers to be let out as a cold tongue is instantly felt circling around your clit, a shiver and whine is let out of your mouth as your eyes felt like it rolled in the back of your skull when you felt Sombra tongue start giving kitten licks to your Quivering pussy.

She blew a few small air onto your foot causing a squirm to be reacted from you as she comes to lick at your clit harder while moving her slimmer fingers up to your vaginal opening swirling around the opening before jabbing her fingers in your pussy cause a whimper and a sob to come from your mouth, as she mocks your cry she comes to start sucking on your clit that starts to get red and puffy, noticing that your close to your edge she suddently stops and just lets out a hum.

“ i don’t think bad girls deserve to cum for not listening to there mommy?” You hear her say just Barely, to frustrated about the orgasm that was lost. Coming to gently grab at Lacroix breast you make the move to nestle in her grasp as she mumbled to your other wife about how cruel Olivia is being, “ well Puta! next time you should learn that lying to your mommies isn’t a good thing to go for.” Sombra growled out as she rubs at your clit harshly, Lacroix gently soothes out your hair even further before coming to dip three fingers into your vagina pumping in and out, “ It alright Baby, mommy will give you what you want.”

As you feel your orgasm coming up gripping the sheet, your back arch’s even further than you thought could happen “ M-mommy! Mommy! Please! Please let me cum! I’m sorry it will never happen!” Whining out clenching even more of the bedsheets. You felt Olivia bend down and spit on your pussy before bending over even more and start devouring your cunt. A massive squirt of cum came out that Olivia ate all up. Lacroix comes to gently wipe her hands on the sheets as Olivia finish up the mess you made , startling you as she felt you try to push her head away from your cunt making her laugh and coo at you. She comes to wipe her mouth off with her sleeves before she smirks at you cocking her head. Smirking with a huge predator gleam in her eyes, almost stalking your every movement.

“ Now it your turn to return the favor are you ready?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I had a whole ass heartattack with face flush and everything writing this 😭😭😭👍

[urmadiik]

Quick prowlerbyte thought 😛 ‼️‼️

Miles and Margo sat atop of a building, the gentle breeze ruffling through Margo’s pixelated curls. Her legs were dangling off the edge and Miles’ was forehead glistening off of the afternoon sun after a long day of running around and chasing criminals. Margo leaned her shoulder against his as they enjoyed the familiar nose of Brooklyn, eating takeout as they talked and talked. Suddenly, something slipped his mind that he just couldn’t brush off.

“You ever thought that.. I dunno… you could’ve been something more somewhere else? Like your living the bad version of…the life you were supposed to have?” He spoke quietly, dipping his fries in ketchup.

“Mmm..yeah, sometimes I guess…more than I wanna admit” She shrugged, chewing on her burger as he brushed her hair out the way.

He sighed softly, looking up at the sun like it’d give him the wisdom he yearned for, placing his food in his lap.

After a long, but comforting silence, she finally spoke.

“I love you.” She smiled a soothing smile as her eyes shined bright upon him, trying to put his worries to rest.

“Love you too Mar.” He smiled back with a slight chuckle, looking back down at her.

I got the idea from @bubblypinkfreak’s art on twitter 😋

I love them so much it’s insufferable I could go on a lil rant abt them

[neevblanc]

„spiders and scarves” ♡

a/n — hi hi! miguel is such a complex character and my feelings for him are similarly complex lol. i hope i did him justice!!

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

-ˋˏ’✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

Miguel O'Hara x GN! reader

Tags— fluff, pre-relationship, christmas time cuz yay!! (ur spider name is azure bite cuz i imagined ur suit to be blue)

CW/TW— implied boss x worker...thats it

“Oh, please!” Spiderbyte whines, clasping her hands together. Her eyes presumably widened under her mask as the stylized eyes widened comically in a version of puppy eyes you’d seen many times before. You gave her a look and shook your head.

“No, dude. It’s not my fault you didn’t finish that report. I did all of my work and won’t do yours.” You replied, leaning back into your office chair. Spiderbyte, or Margo, whined and deflated. The younger girl hid her face in her arms, crossed on the desk before her. The girl was smart as a whip, but might as well have been allergic to formal paperwork. 

“Not even as my Christmas gift?” Margo pleaded, her voice muffled. You smiled, biting back laughter.

“Nope. Already got you one.” You said, leaning forward to turn off your hologram desk and log out of the Spider Network. Margo perked up at the mention, her mask disintegrating into little pixels and exposing her face entirely.

“Really? What is it?” She asked, grinning widely. You gave her a baffled look as you hung your bag on your shoulder, putting on your scarf and gloves.

“Why would I tell you that, Margo? You’ll see on Christmas, like everyone else does with Christmas presents.” You laughed, disregarding the dismayed whine that left the girl.

“I’ll see you next week, bye.” You said, sending Margo a little wave as you left the area. Pressing your palm to the reader next to the door, the door slid open easily. 

You grimaced at the amount of light leaking from the windows in the main area. Spiders bustled around, some running and some lounging around the chairs and tables laid out. The door closes behind you, leaving you in the hall surrounded by other spider people (and a hilarious number of Peter Parkers!)

You settled your headphones in their place and started walking, thumbing at your phone screen to find the playlist you were feeling most for the bus ride home. Well- home. You’d be making a trip to your apartment in this world to get some things in order before going back to your earth. 

It’s just your luck that only two minutes into the search, your spider-sense goes wild, and you’re turning on your heel faster than you could even think of. 

You stumble backward, face contorting in surprise when you come face to face with a…horse.

31913- or Cowboy Spiderman- stared back at you, sheepishly trying to get his horse to back up from where it was whinnying two centimeters from your nose. Begrudgingly, you shove your headphones down to rest by your neck. 

“Sorry, Azure Bite. Got a little too close there,” he drawled, patting his horse’s shoulder as it finally took a few steps back and allowed you to crane your neck upward to look at him properly.

“You’re good. Is there…anything you need?” You asked, starting to feel the awkwardness settle in the interaction. Your brain had just started preparing for no conversation, and the interruption left you reeling slightly.

“Uh...have you happened to see Miguel around?” He asked, voice growing small and nervous.

“Nope. Not for a few hours; he should’ve gone home at 3. Why?” You frowned, shaking your head. Cowboy nodded, tongue clicking in dissatisfaction.

” Ah, I had a question for him. Pav and Jess said they hadn’t seen him leave. Sorry for botherin’ ya. Happy holidays!” He said, nodding his goodbye and taking off at a moderate trot. You stood still, mouth pursed.

‘Miguel isn’t the nicest boss,’ you reasoned. ‘He’s a grown man. It really is none of my business. He likes to be mysterious, and who am I to interrupt?’

…

You turned around, shoving your headphones back on, and quickly approached the center elevator in the middle of the floor. Other spiders send you waves and quick acknowledgments, and you do your best to answer them slightly despite being on a mission.

You rush into the elevator, closing the doors before anyone else can enter. Pressing your palm to the reader on the console and waiting for the extra buttons to show up, you hoped no one needed to get on this specific elevator.

The panel lights up, and five extra buttons quickly emerge from the metal, sliding into place seamlessly. You quickly pressed the second one and waited for the elevator to jolt to a start before tilting your head toward the ceiling.

“LYLA, you there?” You called, squinting at the bright light of LYLA’s projection despite having anticipated it. LYLA hovers near the button panel, on a special little square section just for her. She grins, crossing her legs as she files her nails.

“Yessum, Bite?” She crooned, fluttering her eyes from behind pink-tinted glasses. You waved lightly, leaning on the back wall of the elevator.

” Is Miguel in his hiding hole again?” You asked, to check. LYLA paused her filing and pursed her lips, tilting her head.

“Not sure I can tell you that! The boss said no one should bother him.” LYLA hummed. You gave her a look, vaguely amused.

“Since when have you listened to Miguel?” You laughed. LYLA grinned sharply and nodded, her holographic form standing up as soon as the elevator doors opened with a ping.

“You’re right! He’s up here, ‘been moping for hours. Have fun.” She waved cheekily, the hologram quickly shutting off as you stepped onto the floor.

The five extra floors you had clearance to were Miguel’s personal floors. Few other people had access to them (including Margo and Jess, to name some), which made them prime real estate for when Miguel needed to run from people.

“Miguel?” You called, cautious of how dark the living space seemed to be. You almost thought LYLA had lied when a gruff voice startled you out of your head.

“What are you doing here.” He answered, voice low and angry the way it usually was. Your ears quickly clock the direction it came from, leading you toward the balcony part that wasn’t visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The door was left open, cold air billowing into the room. The chill immediately nips at your nose and cheeks when you step out.

“Sorry. People were looking for you, apparently. I thought you left hours ago.” You shrugged, shoving your hands in your coat pockets. Miguel glared at you from where he sat, slumped into an oversized patio chair. He’s nursing a glass of whiskey, the knuckles on his hands turning a prominent pinkish tone due to the freezing air.

“Who?” He asked, bringing the glass to his lips. His cheeks and nose are flushed from the cold, too. Despite his black knit sweater, Miguel had foregone any essential layering that would have saved him from the cold.

” 31913. Didn’t tell me why, though. He seemed a little nervous.” You said, clenching and unclenching your fists in your pockets. ‘Shit, it’s so damn cold out here.’

“You didn’t ask?” He said accusingly, face sour. Your face screwed up.

” I’m off the clock. Whatever he’s got going on has to wait until I come back in next week.” You defended, disregarding the scoff Miguel let out. Your brow furrows, making a point to let your eyes rove over his form. 

” You should head inside, you know. You’ll get a killer cold out here with no layers.” You said, not unfamiliar with his unhealthy habits. Miguel ignored you and brought his cup back to his mouth, lowering his head.

You sighed heavily and stepped closer to him, ignoring how Miguel stiffened and shifted to face you like you were a threat. With one quick motion, you unloop the scarf around your neck and weave it around his, leaving it folded neatly and covering his mouth.

“I really don’t want to deal with you sick. Merry Christmas, Miguel. I’ll see you next week.” You say, leaving the stunned-still man on the balcony and making your way back to the elevator.

You hear the chair screech backward just as the elevator doors click shut, and LYLA’s back on her little perch without prompting.

“Thanks, he’s been brooding outside for hours. He’s the worst when he’s sick.” She whines, pulling at her short hair. You laugh, nodding. 

“Of course. I hate him sick too; it’s like he’s four years old when he’s got a runny nose.” You say, grimacing. LYLA beams.

“Yeah, yeah! Exactly. I’ll remind him to give that scarf back, by the way. Have a Merry Christmas!” LYLA yells, waving bye enthusiastically as you arrive on the ground floor and start your trek back to the bus station as initially planned.

You walk to the station with the wind biting at your face, and when you return to the HQ a week later, you adamantly refuse to tell anyone about the snotty nose you had the entire week prior.

ago.

note — there's not much miguel in this, ironically. i had a ton of fun just writing the spider world so, sorry!! i think it fits, though. Miguel is a very guarded man and this little fic is sort of a view into how you manage to worm through his walls (without even trying to, really.) p.s i love lyla

©neevblanc 2023 // do not plagiarize or repost

[sdentii]

Hey guys? Guys? Hey, how about we stop reducing Miguel to a ball of anger (and/or sexiness) and we recognise him as an individual with a terrible past, lots of guilt for his mistakes, but also Spiderman?

Spiderman is community oriented (he built a goddamn society!! For others like him to enjoy and find a belonging and help in!!), always putting himself on the path of danger and sparing other younger spiders from harm (see him telling Gwen to back off with Vulture), collaborative, and while not particularly humorous he’s incredibly patient.

He lashes out when nothing else is working, and he’s trying (in his distorted beliefs, sure) to keep things from glitching into nothingness, because that’s what he believes is best. He is an antagonist but he is not a villain.

He says it himself: “I don’t always like what I have to do.”

He is not his anger.

He is so patient with Hobie stealing his stuff and instigating. He is so patient with Peter’s rambling and brushing off and defending and Mayday’s free roaming. He is so patient with Gwen despite her disobeying direct orders. He is so patient with Miles, trying to explain things even if the teen is not supposed to be there, or meet anyone of the society (until time is right?). Aside from the desk throw, which I chalk up to frustration, he is so patient. His patience runs out not even when Miles starts running, it’s when he keeps running and refusing to listen.

He doesn’t lash out at Peter for not stalling Miles when he had the occasion to, he doesn’t yell at anybody for letting the teen slip away, doesn’t yell at Spiderbyte, who is arguably the reason why Miles’ plan went through.

If you’d be honest with yourselves, you’d realise that he’s way more patient and caring than most people would be in his situation.

He lets Gwen come along despite everything because he understand he can’t leave a kid homeless like that, and he even tells Miles when his canon event is gonna happen, maybe for closure, maybe to give him a time frame of reference for his “stay” in HQ, that I don’t know. He probably expected Miles to be more collaborative, so he gave the answers he was looking for.

Let’s not forget that his grief is still pretty new, because it’s only been a year and some months between itsv and atsv, and Peter was there when “Miguel’s” dimension collapsed, so it means it’s very very fresh, only months old. It’s normal to be biased and honestly a little fucked up from an event like that. He carries the weight of an universe’s death on his shoulders, and yet he tries everything he can before resorting to anger and violence. He tries warning, he tries blacklisting, he tries surveilling, he tries talking.

He thinks the sacrifice is necessary, and if he was objectively right in his beliefs, which I think he’s not, he’d be the one in the right.

I know it’s a joke for most, but it’s getting old honestly. I want to see Miguel’s softer sides be portrayed way way more, not only in x readers (especially because they either ooc him or make him overly sexual) and in shippy situations, but with his friends and colleagues too. Please.

He is tired and stressed and drowning in guilt, he is not an angry monster ready to lash out at anything and anyone.

He is also a huge goofy nerd with no spidey-sense nor sense of self preservation, and he lets himself be tossed around by his little holographic friend even in difficult situations.

C’mon. We can do better than whatever is happening now in the majority of this fandom.

[fish-eat-fish]

spiderverse x reader requests!!!

CLOSED!!!)

also please be aware that the more specific your scenario the more likely i’ll raise it on my priority, thank u!! ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ

who i’ll write for!

✩ miles, 42!miles, gwen, hobie, pavitr, any other minor characters (ganke, spiderbyte, etc)

no oc’s or specific physical traits please, i’ll do different genders though! only sfw, adults dni

[ovwechoes]

Dareia's Masterlist (Fanfics, Drabbles and Imagines) Since the last post got too long, here's a list of my fanfics, drabbles, etc. that I've written. I'll update every so often and if you can't find what you're looking for, send an ask through!

Headcanon Masterlist can be found here Last updated: 06.10.2024

Red Lips, Kiss My Blues Away: SpiderByte (SFW/AU) Say That Again: Ashe x Fem Reader (NSFW) Mending: Brigitte x GN Reader (SFW) Lovesense: Zarya x Fem Reader (NSFW) First Time: Hanzo x Fem Reader (NSFW) Uki Waza: Kiriko x GN Reader (NSFW) Obedience: Ashe x Fem Reader (NSFW) Trading Places: Zarya x Fem Reader (NSFW) Past the Point of No Return: Rammatra x Fem Reader (NSFW) True Self: Rammatra x Reader (SFW) An Unwritten Rule: Ashe x Fem Reader (NSFW) A Night of Loss: Hanzo x GN Reader (SFW) A Song of Confidence: Lucio x Transfem Reader (SFW) Games in the Shadows: Sombra x GN Reader (SFW/Dark Themes) Crown of Rust: Junker Queen x Fem Reader (NSFW) Close Call: Mina Liao x GN Reader (SFW) A Cozy Encounter: Lifeweaver x Fem Reader (SFW) Twin Obsessions: Sombra x Fem Reader (NSFW) Binary Hearts: Rammatra x GN Reader (SFW)

[alkalyart]

Broken wing-ATSV!vulture x reader

You found this man on an alley, but things go bad as they progress.

The protagonist's PoV

This hell of a ride started when I found him, just a rainy night on the street, walking down wondering about why there's a lot of spider-mens coming out of nowhere, not even heroes, even villains too, last time I got almost killed by a cel-shaded version of doctor octopus, what a ride, but suddenly I saw a wing, but, by looking at it, it looked like if a Renaissance drawing came to life, I walked to see more clear that wing, a big wing, broken, with lots of feathers, as I turned around I saw a man, he was also colored like in that old style I mentioned before, the man was wearing a sort of Renaissance clothes, and wearing a bird mask that remind me of a vulture bird, that poor man was lying on the ground with those broken wings, I didn't know what to do, I don't know who it is and I never see him before, but is that really a man or a giant bird, I don't know, the only thing I could do is to take him to my home to see if I can help him, as I arrived home, I tried to remove those machines on him carefully and placed the body in my bed, I checked his pulse, he's alive, but it seems to be paralyzed, checking his neck I saw two bite marks, by the shape and color I figure out that those were spider-bites, the internet couldnt help me at all as I heard that man moaning from the of the spiderbyte, poor thing, I checked him again, I don't want to let him die, seems that he has a fever due to the spider bite, I placed a towel on his forehead to see if it cools downs, but I'm not sure, I don't know what kind of bite is this, neither a cure or something else, I'm lost in this hell of a ride