#then he goes to pav next

[moralesfilms]

wait guys I’m not sure if I heard right, BUT I think in the scene where hobie helps miles out of the hologram cage thing, I’m 95% sure, to get miles’ attention, hobie says “little me, peter pan”

if he said that, that means hobie sees miles as a mini-him (probably the rule breaker/I make my own story side of things if that makes sense) and that’s the cutest goddamn thing I’ve seen all my life

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All the younger spideys keep finding ways to annoy superior cuz they know he isn't going to do anything except verbally react in a way that's so old man core that it is funny to them. They frequently prank that loser and he genuinely thinks hes just struggling to keep up with Kids These Days </3 but also if they request him to do something he will try even if hes suspicious of it (because he has a soft spot for kids and if he doesn't they'll go running to Peter slandering him) and everytime it ends with him being hit with a Delicious Pie to the face

[messylustt]

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𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨 (𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥) — 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐡𝐞𝐦

miguel o’hara x fem!reader. a lot of words.

fic masterlist previous part pt eight next part

violence + blood + injuries; making out; suggestive content; my god whew — miguel’s hand raises to…what? you don’t know, because the spider society’s alarm bell is ringing. mayhem, fire, fights…masked men. you only want to help. when miguel confronts you about your ‘help’ clearly displaying anger and well…worry, something unexpected happens…you both getting as close as you did before…maybe closer?

You’re still staring at Miguel, staying close. Closer than you probably should be. And just as his hand reaches up to…to what? What was he going to do?

Because now the alarms are sounding. Followed by the cries of spider-people. You quickly whip your head to the door. And at first Miguel doesn’t look away from you. As if the word ‘emergency’ isn’t registering in his brain. No. He keeps his eyes on you, his lifted hand having to drop away as you rush to the door.

Miguel clenched his jaw, cursing the whole idea of having an ‘emergency bell’.

You’ve reached the door and then the hallway seeing mayhem. Everyone is running (or more so webbing) around, as a fire had started in the centre.

Miguel is soon joining you, just as you spot Miles and Hobie running up. “There you are, mate.” Hobie sighs in relief, grabbing your shoulders as he goes to move you.

“Wh-“ You look around. “What’s going on?”

Miguel narrows his eyes on Hobie’s hands. He knows now’s really not the time to feel petty, but part of him wants to break his ringed fingers. Hobie moves you with him further down the hallway. “If they recognise ya, they’ll wanna kill ya, luv. So, let’s maybe go…ay?”

Your eyes widen. “Kill?! What? Why?”

Miles is hot on both your heels. Miguel not far behind him. Then Miguel notices Miles, brows slightly furrowing. “Why are you here?” He asks, making Miles glance back.

“Uh…I was invited.” He says slowly.

“Uh huh.” He eyed the kid. “By who? Gwen?”

Miles gulps at the look Miguel is giving him. “Yeah��”

“Mm.” Miguel hums, looking distasteful as he walks past Miles, catching up to you and Hobie. “Now we’re letting anyone in?” He mutters to himself with a small scoff.

“Hobie, what happened?” You ask, as he continues to move you, his grip staying on your shoulders. He brings you to the tech room, it appearing empty. You look behind you at the way you came. “I didn’t know you could get here through there.” You mutter.

“Lyla.” You hear Miguel say, her appearing by his shoulder. “What is this?” Though the look Miguel is displaying makes you feel as though he already knows.

“An attack on HQ.” Lyla says, beginning to tap away at her little screens.

“Okay, there are way too many of them.” You hear Pav say, running into the room.

“We held them off as much as we could.” Gwen is close behind. “But their strong. Like freaky strong.”

“Y/n!” Pav exclaims, bringing you in for a hug.

“Oh—“ You weren’t expecting the hug, everything happening so fast, as you slowly pat his back.

“Where were you?” He sounds concerned.

“I was just…” you drift off, licking your lips. “Gwen, whose really strong?” You quickly look to her.

“You remember the men who attacked last time? The one’s with the masks?” Gwen asks, to which you slowly nod, catching on.

“They’re back?” You ask. Gwen nods.

“But they look different.” Gwen’s says—her having seen the ones who attacked you and the tech room when they were in pools of their own blood, curtesy of Miguel. “They’re…”

“Bigger.” You mutter, picturing the masked men that were in Miles’ universe. “Better suits? Strangely taller?” You ask her.

“Yeah…”

“They’ve upgraded.” You mutter.

“Which means they aren’t here for a tiny thief job.” Miguel says, walking past you all to one of the only computers that didn’t get smashed. He pauses though, licking his teeth, as he mutters rather quietly. “Does anyone know the password?”

You hold back your amused smile, as you walk up to the computer. You lean down, tapping at the keyboard. The screen glitches a little, but for the most part it works.

“You’re looking for the security cameras right?” You ask Miguel, still staring at the screen. Lyla was clearly too busy to compute it, so you tap at more keys, bringing up roughly twenty different security camera images.

You zoom in on the middle three, displaying the fire and the masked men. Miguel leans over the desk beside you, staring at the screen. “They started the fire by smashing the tech there.” You point to a far spot on the screen, noticing the destroyed screens and machines.

Everyone had begun to surround the computer. “Why do they want to destroy tech?” Pav ask, as you shift your gaze to Miguel.

His gaze is focused on the screen, and more specifically on one specific ‘masked man’ . You narrowed your gaze on him. Where had he gone earlier? Has he met this guy? How does he recognise him? They all look the same to you.

Green woven—now metal—suits, but still those handmade masks…except now with added metal elements scattered randomly. “Miguel.” You say, making him shift his gaze to you.

You tilt your head, silently communicating that you know somethings up. The raise of your brows asks him why he isn’t voicing anything.

Miguel’s teeth are grinding as he stares at you, silently communicating back. You narrow your eyes upon understanding his expression as one showing he’s not going to voice anything. If he doesn’t have to anyway.

Hobie stares at you two for a moment, blinking. “Can you two read each others minds now? Is that what we’ve been missin’?”

You shift your gaze to Hobie, who’s standing, arms crossed. Then a rather loud scream makes all your heads whip to the computer. A masked man is holding up a spider-person by the throat. But what makes you want to puke is the way his claw is beginning to stab into the spiders chest and running down, tearing skin and other bodily flesh.

Hobie, Gwen, Pav, and Miles are quick, rushing out of the room and assumably to the lobby, where the guy’s screams are easily heard. Other spider-people are trying to fight back, but the masked men seem to be knocking them down a little too easily. How are they doing that so easily?

You swiftly turn your gaze to the screen, eyes darting, as your chest heaved. “One of them took it, Miguel.” Lyla says, making you shift your gaze to him.

He’s moving away, most likely to get to the action to help as well. He meets your gaze. “Don’t you dare move.” He warns, before he’s slipping through the secret entry.

What did Lyla say? One of the masked men took what? You look back to the computer, wincing every time a spider-person got hit. Hard. You take note of one guy, his hits extra painful to watch—the one Miguel was staring at. You wanted to help. You wished you could help.

Then you hear the shuffle of metal making you spin. But your heart slows upon seeing Peter and Mayday. Wait…mayday?!

You rush forward, seeing Peter’s frantic expression. “Y/n, Thank god. I didn’t—I didn’t know what to do.” He gesturing to Mayday.

“Peter why is she here?!” You’re extremely worried.

“I didn’t know an attack was gonna happen! I would have left her home.” He’s looking behind him, clearly knowing he has to help, but still holding tightly onto an unbothered, babbling Mayday.

You quickly grab her, pulling her into your arms. “Go.” You say. “They need you out there. Go.”

Peter looks hesitant, and you understand why. “I’ll hide.” You say, knowing he’s skeptical because you’re well…human and could barely fight back against those men. Especially if spider variants are getting knocked out.

“They won’t find me. They won’t find her.” You hold Mayday close to you, as she rests her head on your shoulder, her smile still present.

Then Peter is nodding. He trusts you. He knows you’re not one to be stupid. “Go.” You say again, and he moves, rushing out towards the action.

Your heart is beating on overdrive. Holding Mayday tightly, you turned back to the screen. None of your friends were knocked out, injured or…dead. But just as you go to find somewhere to hide—as you had promised, you noticed something.

A small machine, with a switch, it’s almost unseeable through the screen, but you catch it. That isn’t the spider-society’s tech. That’s from the masked men.

No. It suddenly clicks. Why all the spider-people were getting knocked out easy, why they could never sense when a masked man was l close. It was as if someone switched off their spider-sense and strength.

You felt Mayday lean away, using her own spider webs to attach to a farther desk, yanking you along the ground. “Mayday.” You hold her back. Now was not the time. Why did Peter give her her own webs?

You rip the web, pulling her back. “Mayday.” You say making your look at you, hair curling around her face. “You have to stay still. Okay? Just stay in my arms. Then how bout we play a game after?”

Her face lights up. You’d played these games with her, the main two being learning fun handshakes, and the other was hide and seek. “Alright?” You ask gently. She excitedly jumps in your arms. “You gotta stay still, though.” She stills, wrapping her arms around your neck.

You sigh, turning back to the screen. You can spot Gwen looking confused, clearly feeling the effects of not having a spider-sense. Then you spot Miguel. He seems unaffected by the change, noticing the masked men a lot quicker than the other spider people. Then you shift your gaze back to the switch.

The spider variants didn’t know. Shit, shit, shit. You had said you’d hide, to keep Mayday safe. But you can’t just do…nothing. Then you decide something incredibly stupid, like beyond a seeable level of stupid that could turn out terribly.

But you had to try. Because they weren’t winning out there. You pull Mayday away, making sure she caught your gaze. “Okay, Mayday…we’re gonna a play a game now. How’s that?”

She nods quickly, clapping her hands. “Alright…you remember hide and seek?”

She again nods at you, slightly playing with your hair. “I’m gonna count. And you’re gonna hide. Somewhere good. Really good.”

She begins to try and get out for yours arms, eager to play. “Mayday. Find somewhere really good.” She’d always been very good at choosing a hard hiding place. It always took you forever to find her. And you were counting on that.

Then you reluctantly let her go. You wouldn’t be long. You wouldn’t be. “One…” you pretend to cover your eyes, as you watch her waddle away through the cracks between your fingers.

You were stressed. This plan couldn’t go wrong. You wouldn’t let it. “Two…”

You were gonna reach that switch. “Three…”

And now you can’t see Mayday, knowing what direction she ran in, and roughly where she had hid, so that you could rush back to her. You had to be quick.

You ran towards the secret exit, grabbing a loose pipe. You’d rather go out there with a weapon. Loud sounds reach your eardrums when you made it outside the room, but you continued to run.

You couldn’t slow, or take your time. You rushed past spiders, thankful none are noticing you. Just stay unnoticed—you keep repeating to yourself. You reached the middle of the mayhem. And god was it hectic.

You couldn’t let Peter see you. You couldn’t let Miguel see you. You couldn’t let any of them see you. It’s as if you never came here. You ran, skirting past broken tables and machines.

Everything felt hot, the fire still partially there. You held back a scream as a tumbling, fighting duo nearly barrelled into you—it managed to knock away your pipe, but you couldn’t stop to dwell. The switch, the switch, the switch.

You slid to your knees, rushing under a table. You’ve almost gotten punched, and you’re sure a cut is bleeding. But you run, you can now see the switch, and also your friends. They look terrible.

You grit your teeth moving quicker. You’re so close. And just as you think relief is near, a body hits you, knocking you down. You wince, looking up to see a masked man. He tilts his head, blood coating his entire claw along with his suit.

You shuffle back along the floor, trying to get to your feet. But his boot comes down onto your chest, making you wheeze. “Aren’t you that chick who got away?”

“Different chick.” You wheeze out, scrabbling to get his foot off you.

“Nah, I remember the poster they put up in the lab. Your face is recognisable.” He presses harder against your chest. Your hand scrambles to the side, against the dirty floor. Find something. Anything.

Your hand finally clasps around a loose peice of metal. You tighten your hold, the sharpness cutting your palm. You swing your arm across, stabbing it into the guy’s calf.

It goes in deep, resulting in him lessening his boots hold. You manage to roll away, swiftly getting to your feet. He goes to lunge for you again, but your arm shoots out in a punch, right across his face. He stumbles slightly back.

But you seem to be more hurt then him. “Mother fu—“ you hiss, holding your now bruised knuckles. “Shit…why did I do that?” You mutter to yourself.

But you try not to dwell on the pain as you run past him and the others, finally reaching the switch. One hand is bloody while the other is bruised and you’ve never felt more relieved. You push the switch, a small whirring sound reaching your ears.

Then suddenly you catch sight of all the spider-people’s spider-senses turning back on, practically animated. But your relieved smile drops as practically all the masked men shift there gaze to you. Shit.

With all the turned heads, you catch Hobie’s turn as well. His spider-sense now taking note of you. His eyes widen in a mix of confusion, worry and anger? Wow you’ve never really seen him angry before.

Miguel takes note of you now as well now, as you shift your gaze to him, pressing your lips together as you breathe through your nose. Miguel’s expression is downright terrifying. You watch as he snaps one the masked men’s necks as he moves towards you.

You gulp, noticing some of the masked men move to you as well. You swiftly grab the small switch machine, and begin to back out of the room, or at least try to.

And just as a claw reaches for your face, an orange web yanks you aside, nearly making you tumble, but a tight hand wraps around your upper arm. “What the fuck are doing here?” Miguel lowly hisses out.

“Miguel— I have to go.” Mayday. You had to get to Mayday.

“No, no you can’t just go anywhere. You were already practically an enemy to these guy, but oh now they want to kill you.” He says this while slicing his claws across one of the guys throats—having tilted his head back to display the guys bare neck.

“Miguel.” You hiss. “Let go. I have to go.” You rush these words out.

But Miguel didn’t want to let go. You were bleeding, bruised, and almost dead. “Why didn’t you stay put? Why didn’t you stay goddamn put?” He growls.

You’re breathing hard. You had to go, and you didn’t have the time to explain. So you do the best thing you can think of. “I’m sorry about this...”

Your hand had reached for something on the a table, a plate, another peice of metal, whatever it was you knock it across his face. Not to cut, or harm, just so that his grip would loosen around your arm.

And it does, leaving you room to run. And god did you run—fast. You skirted past fighting people, the spider variants finally knocking some of the masked men down, now that the switch was off.

You reached the secret entrance, rushing into the tech room. You kept the switch machine close to you as you rushed to Mayday’s hiding place. You tried to slow your breathing, not wanting to freak her out. You wiped your bloody hand on your pants, wincing as your cut rubs against the material.

You didn’t want to scare her.

You reach the small cupboard type thing, having to lift yourself up. She had clearly webbed herself towards it. But with you being taller than her you managed. You took a breath. Pretending that you had been playing the entire time.

“Oh, Mayday.” You sing songed quietly. “I wonder where you are?”

You neared the closed cupboard door, hearing a faint giggle. You sigh in relief at the fact that she’s still here. You whip the doors open and you hear a small squeak. You scoop her up.

“Found you.” You said softly, earning now huffing giggles from her. She was okay. She was okay.

But then your heart drops. You hear heavy scuffing boots enter the room. No. Please no. Without thinking you rush into the cupboard, shutting the door.

Mayday begins to babble on about something, but you put her head into your neck. “Shh.” You shakily whisper. “Shh.” You stroke her hair. She moves a little, but luckily she begins to relax in your arms.

You can hear the taunting boots near. And you hold your hand over your mouth, quieting your heavy breathing. Please stay quiet Mayday, please stay quiet—you think to yourself, holding her closer to you, as you slide to the floor of the cupboard. It only just fit you both.

Then the door is getting harshly pulled open and your eyes widen. No, no, no. But then just as the masked man comes into view, his body is getting harshly lifted, his feet raising as blood bleeds out from his stomach. Your eyes widen.

Then he falls to the side, revealing a heaving Miguel. Your head knocks back against the cupboard back wall, as you hold Mayday tighter to you. You couldn’t let her see. Any of the blood, you wouldn’t let her see.

Miguel meets your gaze, just as Hobie, Pav, Gwen, Miles and Peter rush to a stop beside him, all staring into the cupboard.

You begin to shakily stand, still holding onto Mayday for dear life. You were scared. Your adrenaline slowly disappearing.

Peter rushes forward taking Mayday from you. He notices there isn’t a scratch on her and Peter is beyond relieved. “Make sure she doesn’t…see.” You say, sounding somewhat out of it as you blink, so your eyes would stay open.

Then Hobie is slipping his arm around your midriff, supporting your legs, as you gulped down arising tears. You wouldn’t cry. Not in front of everyone.

“What the hell was that?” For once there is no joke in Hobie’s tone.

Your eyes a blurring, but you wanted to stay awake. You hated how much your body could exhaust. “You were supposed to stay up here.” Miguel is saying, his breathing still heavy.

You know that you arriving back to the tech room, alerted that now dead masked man of where you were.

For once Miguel doesn’t mind that Hobie is holding you. He’s helping you. And though Miguel would rather help you, his hands are covered in blood—Hobie having used his surroundings and web to mainly fight them, his hands being rather clean from the red.

You half heartedly chuckle. “You can just say thanks.” You meet his gaze, a small smile edging your lips.

“Are they…” You drift off, Gwen filling in.

“They left. They aren’t dead. Some of them are. But the others…left.” She says, making you nod.

“Thank god.” You mutter out, the pain finally feeling like it can catch up to you. “And fuck…” You slightly push off of Hobie, shaking your bruised hand. “When were any of you gonna tell me that punching someone really fuckin’ hurts.”

“Well, usually punching someone with a metal head tends to hurt.” Pav says, raising his brows slightly.

“Eh.” You chuckle, continuing to flex your hand.

;;

Miguel didn’t leave your side when you went to medical, you getting stitched, and mended.

“Don’t sleep in here.” He says, gazing around at practically every spider person. The medical was of course packed.

“But the fire reached my room—“

“Not mine.” Miguel says, already slipping his arms around your body—though he keeps his hands, for the majority, off of you. His hands were still covered in blood, though dry, meaning the blood wouldn’t taint you, he still couldn’t.

“That’s fine—“

“Shut up, and move.” Miguel wasn’t looking for your acceptance, taking you to his room.

;;

Once inside, he shuts the door, leading you to sit on his bed. As you did, he had slightly begun to pace the length of his room.

“What are you doing?” You ask, watching his stressful state. “Can you stop?”

He shifts his gaze to you, semi stopping. His body was still tense, his jaw clenched. “Sit.” You say, gesturing to the chair. You narrow your gaze until he obeys, moving the chair to face you, as he took a seat.

Glass still slightly littered the ground, the slight scratch marks on the chair staying easily visible.

You noticed for a moment that he couldn’t look at you. His gaze instead getting caught up with his wrist. You glanced down at it, noticing a thin…bracelet? It was covered in blood, and he had begin to fiddle with it, making your brows furrow.

“What’s that?” You ask. But he still doesn’t meet your gaze, clenching his hand into a fist.

“Nothing.” He says. But it wasn’t nothing of course. It was your bracelet, the one he had found in your rooms doorway, back in your universe when you had went missing.

“I didn’t know you were one to wear jewellery.” You speak light heartedly. But he barely reacts. “Miguel.” You say, sighing. “Can you at least look at me?”

And it’s the slight sadness in your voice that makes him. He looks up and you’re shocked to see a million different emotions swirling in his eyes.

“Why did you do that?” He asks, now not looking away from your eyes.

“What?”

“That.” He hisses lowly. “You were supposed to stay in the tech room.”

“Miguel you do realise that I couldn’t have just stood there and literally watched…right?” You ask, seeing his gaze flicker everywhere on your face. “I saw something important, and thought i should help.”

“But you shouldn’t have.” He says.

“Yes, I should have…” You stand up now. Miguel moves to stand also, but you hold your hand out, making sure he stayed seated. “I want to help Miguel. I want to be of help.”

“Yeah, well you being of help nearly got you killed.” He snarls.

“Exactly the same as all of you.” You say, stepping closer to his seated self. “You guys go through so much dangerous stuff all the time. And finally when I can actually help you hate me for it.”

“Because you’re—“

“A weak human, yeah I got it. But I wanted to help. And It worked…none of you guys are dead!” You exclaim, breathing heavy.

Miguel stares up at you, his breathing close to matching yours.

“That is all I’ve ever wanted to do, Miguel.” You say. “Help.”

“You almost died out there.” His voice had begun to soften.

“And so did you!” Yours hasn’t yet, though.

He couldn’t resist. Slipping his hand under your thigh he pulled you towards him, making your body tumble. He caught you by a second grip on your other thigh, making sure you landed in a straddle over his lap. His legs were still a fraction spread, which made yours naturally spread further around him. This satisfied Miguel’s want to keep those legs spread. Wide and open for him.

He pulled you even closer, your body sliding along his thighs, right up against him. Your heart was beating like a drum in your ears. You couldn’t think. You couldn’t speak. All you could do was breathe and stare. Stare at Miguel’s piercing red eyes that now practically told you everything he hadn’t voiced yet.

Miguel stared at you, his eyes seeming to hood over on their own. You were yet again, so close. He could taste your breath. And he wanted to. God did he want to.

He’s sure it would taste so sweet. You would taste so fucking sweet. His clawed hands stayed wrapped around your thighs, as he began to lean in, his eyes focused on your freshly wet lips, your nervous habit. You were nervous. He met your gaze once more, before darting his eyes down again. He couldn’t stop leaning in.

Your heart has stopped, having been beating rapidly in your ears. You want to gulp down your nervousness but Miguel is now so close to your neck.

His warm breath fans over your skin as his mouth opens a fraction. His hands ran up your body, to grip around your waist. Then he leaned in, his lips attaching to the side of your neck. You heard him hum, the vibrations sending shivers up your spine.

His hands begun to slip under your shirt, the feel of your bare skin making him go practically insane. He couldn’t believe it. He began to slowly litter small kisses—at first—his breathing growing heavier and heavier.

Your chest was heaving as he pulled you tighter to him, his lips now pressing harder against your skin. When they turned open-mouthed you could feel the drag of his fangs, his tongue coming down to soothe forming bruises.

Your head had begun to roll back, your hands tightly gripped onto Miguel’s shoulders. “I couldn’t let you die, cariño.” He whisper-groaned into your neck. His panting breath only occasionally felt, because he couldn’t back away from your skin.

His kisses began to lead up to your jaw. You were flushed, your body hot, everywhere. “Miguel—“ you breathe out.

“Shh, I just wanna…I just…” but he couldn’t even finish the sentence as he reached to hover over your lips. His hand slipped to the back of your neck, his claws embedding themselves into your hair, as his other hand tightened a fraction around your waist.

Now you’re breathing hard, your eyes slightly glazed over, your mind utterly dazed as you stared at Miguel. “I just want to…”

You gulp. “Want to what?” You quietly asked, your own eyes flickering to his lips.

“I— carajo.” Was the last word he managed before his lips found yours, your head knocking back. Miguel wrapped his lips around your bottom, breathy groans easily escaping him, as he pulled you impossibly closer. His heart was beating on overdrive, nearly at a concerning tempo as he lapped at your mouth.

And god did you taste sweet. So fucking sweet. And he gets to feel you—have you. He doesn’t have a care in the world as long as you stayed this close. Right against him letting him keep you this close. Your tongue dragged across his bottom lip, soon finding his tongue. His head moved to push further against yours, as he swirled his tongue around your mouth.

Then your body slightly jolts. His hand that was gripping your waist had tightened to a point that his claws had cut you a fraction. Miguel immediately let your waist go, realising that his body’s reaction—tightening around you, was to make sure you wouldn’t leave. “I’m—“

But you’re cutting him off with another kiss, slightly raising on your knees, so that his head had to tilt up to stay kissing you. His hands slipped to wrap around your raised thighs. “Tell me you weren’t gonna apologise.” You spoke to his lips, leaning away a fraction.

But Miguel eagerly chased your mouth, managing to pull your head back down, with a swift grip to your hair. “Miguel—“

He shook his head, his lips brushing against yours. “If I say no, will you keep kissing me?” He tilted his head, lips still lightly brushing yours, as his tongue came out to lick your top lip. “Mm?”

“Yea—“ but Miguel cuts you off, kissing you hard as one of his hands stoked up and down your thigh. “Then I’m not sorry at all.” He muttered between kisses. He was addicted. That’s the simplest way to put it. Utterly addicted. “Dios…I’m not sorry.”

Your hands slipped around his neck, beginning to play with the ends of his brown hair, your fingers soon sinking to softly grip the strands. A breathy moan escapes Miguel’s lips at the feeling of your fingers, his mouth opening against your own. A small forming smile edged your lips at the reaction.

“Shut up.” He whispered, smashing his lips back to yours. His kisses had grown even more heated—if possible—spreading across your cheek, his nose brushing against your hair. “Dios, y/n, can I touch you…mm por favor…?” He asks, trying to pull your thighs back down onto him.

But you held your own, staying just out of reach—legs either side of him on the chair. When Miguel would much rather you pressed against him. Of course he was hard, aching almost painfully. “Y/n.” He lowly growled out.

You grabbed his chin, lifting his head up, as you teasingly pecked his lips. “I’ve never seen you beg, give me a moment to enjoy it.”

Miguel clenched his jaw as he harshly pulled your thighs further apart, making you gasp, landing right on top of him. He moved his hands to your hips, keeping you still, as his head slightly leant back at the feeling. “Mm…that’s it…” He whispered out.

You could feel his bulge right under you, making your core ache. Now you felt hot. And as you looked at a breathless Miguel, his chest heaving mismatched you couldn’t help but begin to slightly move your hips.

Miguel’s breathing hitches, his hands gripping your waist. “Y/n…”

“Shh.” You partially mocked, earning a small growl from Miguel. “Didn’t you say I had to do anything for you?” You moved your hips along him, grinding torturously. “This seems like it would certainly help.” Your tone is breathy, as your hips movements sends jolts through you both.

“For a…mission.” Miguel remembers the start of the deal—the conversation—correcting you, through heavy breaths. God, what were you doing…keep doing it.

“Which loosely means for you.” You copy his previous words.

His head slightly falls back. “Mierda, cariño…”

You go to place your hands on his chest, when his head comes back up, his grip slipping from your waist to your hips and managing to stop you. He leans towards your ear. “But do you really think I’m gonna let you grind on me like that? Make me pathetically reach my high with clothes…still on?”

Your breathing hitches. His hand reaches up your shirt again, but pauses by the side of your waist. Then before you know it, Miguel’s holding your thighs—wrapped around him—as he stands. You quickly wrap your hands around his neck thinking you would fall.

Miguel chuckles at the reaction, instead, effortlessly walking with you towards his bed. He leans forward, resting you down as his hands came to cage you in. You’re resting on your elbows, pushing a little higher up. Miguel leans even more forward, so that you’re forced to lean back with him.

“Lie back…eso es (that’s it)…that’s ma’ girl.” Miguel breathes, as your head rests back against his sheets. My girl. His girl. All of Miguel’s previous loud voices, the ones that had quietened when you hugged him have become one. Repeating the words—my girl, my girl, my girl.

my god, that was a trip. and finallyyyy! AHHH — I hope this is what you guys expected and hope you all liked it

I promise promise promise, I will carry on this smut on the next part <33 it was just getting so long—I couldn’t stop writing (I’m sorry guys I gotta keep eedging ya)

plus since it’s the last part (part 9) next, everything will be concluded, and all mysteries solved! coz that’s just plain cruel if I utterly leave you guys hanging

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[kombuuuu]

pavitir x reader cuddle hc🛐

Lovebug? No, Cuddlebug.

“Your hands are so warm.”

Pavitr x Gn!Reader

my baby pavitr is the most bright ray of sunshine

You: Pink

Pavitr: Orange

(i’ve used Hindi for endearments, as in Hindi Pavitr Prabhakar means “Pure Light Maker.”)

This man will squeeze you and not let go

he is an avid “hug until he cant breathe” advocate

will let you crush his bones if you wanted

he loves the feeling of another person around him

doesn’t matter if your lying on top of him, or he’s on you.

sometimes he grabs you and presses against your back, drapes his arms over your shoulders and kind of flops there.

his fav hug types are 1 and 4 (predominately four tho)

“You doing okay there, Pav?”

“Thithli, my body is worn. Please hold me.”

He will let you suffocate him if you so pleased

and absolutely adores when you try and crush him

squeeze as much as possible

literally try as hard as you can, he loves the lingering feeling of you on him

but if you get hurt if he squeezes too hard

he cries

he straight up sobs

he’s apologising profusely and not letting you tell him it’s okay

“Pav baby, it’s okay.”

“No! Don’t forgive me,” *sniffle* “,I hurt you!”

“I’m not even hurt, Do I look hurt?”

“..”

“C’mere.”

*sobs*

Now when it comes to cuddles??

this man is a god send

he’ll come back home to you after a day of spidering

lay you down and strip himself of his suit and gear

and will give you the best massage of your fucking life

and you know he’s good at it 2

you’ve seen how dexterous he is with his webs

he knows what he’s doin

his love language is touch and words of affirmation so you can imagine how that goes

“Doing so good for me, Shonu.”

“Just relax, your doing great.”

“Mm, relaxed, jus’ wan’ cuddle you.”

“We can cuddle after, need you comfy.”

He even goes shopping sometimes just to get you massage oils

the ones that smell nice

they remind him of you, okay? leave him alone

he loves u

“Baby, what are these?”

“They’re massage oils! I’m thinking maybe we should get a massage table too, we can make the whole set up.”

“Why are there so many?”

“I chose the ones that smelt most like you.”

“…You think I smell like vanilla cinnamon?”

“Yeah—“ *kiss*

“Oh! Awe, love you too.”

“Hmmph”

Now comes the cuddles,

once he’s finished he’ll put everything away and lay down next to you

your basically deadweight at this point

like you feel like jelly

will snuggle up against you

loves putting his head on your chest, or your stomach

he likes feeling like he’s worshipping you

when you’re almost asleep, he’ll lay down next to you

will wrap his arms around your waist and drag your body over his

will fix your limbs so your basically buried in him

put your arms around his neck, your head tucked under his chin

let you move around as much as you want

you’re uncomfy this way? okay, he’ll move his leg

your arms are dead, bring em down baby

“Pav.. My hand is dead.”

“Oh! Thithli, am I laying on it?”

“Mm.. Felt good at first. Now it’s dead.”

“Move it here, honey, c’mon.”

“Your hands are so warm!”

“You were warmin’ ‘em up.”

All with a smile on his face

he loves sleepy you

it’s knowing how much you trust him that brings him to his knees

how vulnerable you can be with him that has him swooning in his hopeless romanticism

sings to you sometimes

only when your asleep

when he’s still up, maybe thinking about spider things

or even just school

he gives you a little hum

you don’t even know how much you love it

or subconsciously love it

it’s such a nice feeling to lay on his rumbling chest

like your being lulled into a deeper sleep

eventually falls asleep with you, and will probably wake up half way off the bed with you clinging onto him

bonus!!

THREAD UR HANDS THROUGH HIS HAIR!!!!! MANS WILL MELT I KNOW IT

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losing my mind hes so fucking cute hes so adorable he’s so baby

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[hyperfixationhobo]

So I found out that some spiders “purr”(and by purr I mean their legs vibrate and that when they hit like dried up leaves and stuff it makes a purr like noise but for the sake of this let’s say it’s like a cat’s purr.) and I know people are thinking “OH MY GOODNESS IMAGINE ONE OF THE SPIDER-BAND KIDS PURRING WHEN THEY’RE CONTENT/HAPPY!!” But spiders usually “purr” when trying to attract a mate and just imagine it with me.

Hobie is hanging out with Gwen and Miles playing some game (I want to say Monopoly just because I can imagine Hobie saying “fuck the rules of this capitalist game” and refuses to pay people when he lands in their spot but let’s be honest they’re playing Mario Cart) and Pav shows up sitting down next to Hobie and after like 15 minutes a soft purr floats through the room and everyone turns and looks at Hobie cause the sound is coming from him. Cue all the spider kids (including Hobie himself) thinking that he’s purring cause he’s happy. For like 2 months they just gush at it and never make the connection that he only really purrs when Pav is around until someone, that someone being Lyla, points it out and then drops “Also spiders don’t purr when happy, they purr when they’re trying to attract a mate” and everyone just goes silent. Pav is slowly turning red and Hobie is wondering how he can choke an AI.

Miles teases Hobie and Pav about it when they get together and it’s all fun and games until Miles starts purring around Gwen.

[lokativa]

People calling Hobie×Miles (punkflower) shippers proshippers as if we didn't ship them for longer than the movie even came out will always be crazy to me.

I've seen lots of people sending threats, or reporting people because they made punkflower, goldenflower (pavxhobie), ghostbyte (gwenxmargo), flowerbyte (margoxmiles), etc, arts or videos. Going to assume that it isn't because most of these ships are POCs ships, there's just literally no point to do that.

First of all, there's no confirmation of hobie's age. If ur basing urself of that one interview, then it was of the CONCEPT of hobie, and even so remember it was only one person who said it. Its heavily implied thats he's a teenager throughout the movie. (Also in the art book, its said that he's slightly older than Miles).

For the thing about him going to the pub and all, minors can and will go in pubs, (not saying that its always legal) are yall living under a rock or just dense on purpose? Teenagers do wtv the fuck they want, even when theyre not allowed to. Youre all going to tell me teenagers respect the rules of not drinking and go to clubs becuz theyre underage? Come off it. Also hobie literally merked his president and u think he'd draw the line at drinking alcohol as a minor? HA.

Aside from that, to be fair to everyone, the directors keeps on changing what they're saying about hobies age, one day they'll say and imply he's a minor and the next second say he's an adult. It's like they all have different idea of this character's age. So, nothing is really comfimed, and his age is really up to interpretation.

Now that we're past THAT point, the other kind of people talking about his age are people saying "oh but he looks old" "that man is most definitely 30yo" "there's no way he's underage" things of the sort, u get it. And I'm just over here like??? Why is it impossible for you to think that this guy could be a teen? Is it the air? The wrinkles? What makes it seem like for you that there's no way he could be around the other teens' age? And 30??? Cmon. People often assume black people are older than they look, which is a universal experience for all of us. Did none of u ever see a blk teen who doesnt have a baby face? Because thats literally what hobie looks like to me. To others we can seem too "mature" for our age, or just look too "old" to be the age we say we are, so is it really impossible for him to be a teenager? Think about it.

(Speaking of him being black, this discourse turned into some kind of racist thing that honestly was not unexpected at all. Yall come over here shitting on people talking and educating u about a character they relate to cuz hes like them, and the representation is making them go bonkers. I don't know why yall can just sit ur arses and listen for a bit, its not that difficult tbh. And dont get me started on the mischaracterisation of his character. Marking him as "an angry black man"? Really? Be. Fucking. Original.)

Same goes with Margo?? Yeah in the comics she's in college, but cmon now u guys know damn well she's a teenager in atsv😭. Gwen is also much older in the comics but i never see anyone talk about it, so what does that mean???The only reasons I can see that you all don't want Miles & margo to be together is because you're all stuck on the milesxgwen ship. News everyone, other ships exist, not everyone is going to like the same ships as you, so either move on or stop being on the Internet.

Also, the thing about pav being 13 is bonkers, where'd u even get that from? I need to know asap. "Oh, but he has a gf!" Yeah? Well he has two hands. (Idk why u all act as if that has ever stopped anyone)

Everything just seem like a race thing to me tbh.

The movies might be inspired from the comics, but not everything is going to be 100% the same. For exemple: gwen is 2 yrs older than Miles in the comics, but in movies she's only 15 months older, Jess Drew is white in the comics and black in the movie, Miguel O'hara is white passing in the comics, compared to his version in atsv where he has brown skin, lyla's disign is also different.

You get it? Things are going to differ as much as things are going to be the same, because (get ready!!) this is the multiverse! Just as earth-616 is just one universe in all the marvel comics, atsv is another universe.

All in all, im not saying u can't view them as adults, or wtv u want, thats ur interpretation, but don't go around being pissy at people around u cuz they have different point of views.

[uselesssomebody]

Hi! I saw your post asking abt Miguel fanfics, and id love to read a fanfic abt spider-man 2099! Could you write a fanfic (can be as much fluff, angst, or smut as you want) where F!reader is SpiderWoman, and goes to catch an anomaly with Miguel; her partner that’s slowly becoming fond of reader, yet doesn’t want to admit it. During their mission, reader gets hurt and Miguel confesses while treating her wounds, thinking she’s unconscious and he’s scared to lose her- even to see her hurt. If not that’s totally fine Ill read anything you publish!

𝕞𝕚 𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕝𝕠 - miguel o'hara x spider!reader

complete masterlist | miguel o'hara masterlist

words || 𝟛.𝟜𝕜

summary || in which miguel makes a confession when he thinks reader can't hear him

a/n || grumpy x sunshine trope but plot twist, he's a total simp (reader is too tbf)

➵ thanks for the request anon! very cute love this trope a lot, and hope you enjoy. also your last sentence is literally such a massive compliment for me you're so sweet i love you <3

➵ my tiktok is disrespectfully feral (like him) about this man what the fuck

➵ a bit of spanish in this one, all thanks to a lovely user on here! for non-spanish speakers, translations are below the warnings.

➵ send me requests if you have ‘em. enjoy!

warnings || fluff/smidge of angst

translations

➵ mierda - shit

➵ mi cielo, por favor no puedo perderte - my darling, please, i can't lose you

➵ también eres mi cielo - you're also my darling

miguel o'hara was a man of few words.

miles could attest to it, alongside gwen, pav, hobie, and peter b.

the lot of them liked - nay, loved - to talk, so his stark silence always seemed out of place, and his long pauses in between words owed to a lot of shifty stares between the group, or awkward silences. thus, the only person who really got along with him was mayday, who could happily spend every moment of her day babbling nonsensically at him as he desperately tried to keep her from crawling all over him.

that was one of the few things he was very bad at.

so, it was a complete shock to gwen when she could hear animated talking from miguel's... uh - lair? platform? she wasn't sure what exactly it was yet. in her intrigue, she grabs miles - the poor guy trying to grab a bagel from the cafeteria - and tells him to follow her. his brows also furrow at the noises, and they decide to wait a moment before alerting miguel to their presence.

"that's ridiculous!" his voice is loud, incredulous, and it causes the other person - a decidedly feminine voice - to ring out in a laugh.

"you're so unimaginative. think big, o'hara! sure, it's complicated, but it's the perfect plan." her tone makes it obvious there's a smile on her face, but what surprises them in that miguel sounds like he also has one on his face. gwen looks shocked. she didn't know he could smile.

they both suddenly feel a palm on their shoulders, and they yelp in surprise. pav's excitable voice greets them, asking what they were doing. miles desperately tries to get him to lower his voice, but it's too late, as the door is already sliding open.

miguel looks at the three of them, a little unimpressed, and she waves at the lot of them from behind him. the platform begins lowering at a snail's pace, and miguel waits stoically for it to reach ground level. impatient, and having already been subject to the move several times, she rolls her eyes, shooting a web out from her wrist to reach the tall ceiling and gracefully lowering down to them. miles found it very poppins-esque.

"hey guys!" she mumbles cheerfully. though pav's face is covered by his mask, she smiles at his obvious beam behind it, ruffling his hair as she comes to stand next to them, looking up to see miguel still being lowered down, "any day now," she jokes to the three teens, and miles snorts at the sarcastic comment.

"can i... help you?" miguel raises an eyebrow as his platform finally reaches ground level. he eyes the younger spiders inquisitively. miles and pav look between each other, not really sure now why they were here, and gwen speaks up.

"it's earth-587 - they had an alchemax breach, and the home spider needs help stopping the burglar." she speaks quickly, having been tasked by jessica to alert miguel of the news. she'd been steadfast in the communication, of course, until she'd been distracted by the sounds of laughter - she still couldn't believe it - that she heard.

miguel looks at her sternly.

"we're not mall cops, a burglary is hardly an issue." he drawls, still unimpressed. she stands up a bit straighter.

"the villain is some rich megalomaniac who wants to hop dimensions in order to accumulate more wealth." she deadpans, and miguel looks at her, slightly more interested.

"alright, yeah. drew told you to tell me? let her know i'll handle it." gwen nods, before turning to leave with miles and pav. as they do, so too does the woman he was talking to, waving animatedly.

"that sounds fun, o'hara. bye!" before she can take more than a few steps alongside the teens, they all hear the spongy sound of a web being shot out, and she stops in her tracks, before being dragged back. miles yelps in shock, not realizing what was happening, before coughing to give off an impression of nonchalance, making gwen chuckle behind her hand. pav laughs at the woman's decidedly deadpan expression as miguel pulls her back towards him with the web.

"not so fast. who do you think i'm sending out to catch him?" he mutters, as the teens finally step out. she rolls her eyes.

"i feel like i do all your work for you." she mumbles sarcastically. he releases her, turning around and not acknowledging the comment.

"sure you do." he responds, matching her tone with ease.

as the teens step out, pav is grinning behind his mask. miles looks at him quizzically, and gwen begins walking forward, already knowing what he's gonna say.

"so, how long are we saying?" he asks animatedly, "one month? two months?"

"what?" miles asks, honestly befuddled.

"he's guessing how long o'hara and that girl have been together," gwen answers, already knowing a lot about pav's tendency to see romance where she wouldn't or couldn't. what surprised her, though, was miles' immediately agreement.

"thank god i wasn't the only one!" he exclaims, immediately beginning to chatter away with pav in solidarity.

"alright, boss," she salutes, stepping onto his platform, "what's the plan?" for a moment, miguel doesn't respond, simply looking at her, before she snaps her fingers in front of his face, "hey! you fall asleep, o'hara?" miguel shakes his head, sighing in exasperation, as she laughs to herself. though he shows his annoyance while looking at her, as he turns to pull up the fact file of that universe, a small smile graces his lips, appreciating the sound of her laugh and the way it looks on her face.

she leans over his shoulder - or, she tries to, before seceding to his tall frame and instead peeking past his arm - as she raps her fingers in an anticipating manner over his bicep. usually, he didn't love people touching him - having to deal with an overly ecstatic peter b. on occasion - but he didn't mind anything about her, in all honesty.

realizing this, he sighs harshly, hoping she doesn't comment on it, as he scolds himself for getting distracted. he had one of, if not the most important jobs in the multiverse, and he couldn't allow himself to feel so vulnerable around - a coworker, essentially. but, goddamn, did she make him smile. she was the only one who did, he was sure. he tries to ignore it, though it becomes increasingly difficult as her pretty side profile moves past him, reading the file intently. pretty? fuck. he was gone.

she looks over at him expectantly, and he blinks, hoping his staring wasn't too noticeable, "so... he's created a gizmo." she knew it poked him when she called it that, as he now found the name a little cringy. she disagreed. she thought it was cute.

she thought he was cute.

well, maybe cute wasn't the right word - it's hard to call a 6'7" guy who's built like that cute - but somehow, he was.

when she first met him, he was damn stoic and quiet - only focused on his job. and she understood - of course, the fate of universes could lie in his decisions. she, at first, was just glad to have been allowed into this elite society, so she kept her nose in her work, not straying far from it. soon, though, as she established herself as not only highly skilled, but also highly successful in her assigned missions, she took the opportunity to be herself around the others, knowing her nonchalant and jokey attitude wouldn't be enough for her to get reprimanded anymore. more importantly than that, she started seeing miguel a lot more, as he went from her boss - some guy a huge distance from her - to someone much more equal to her.

that led to the relationship - uh, working relationship, anything else she simply wished for - that they had: handling the big bads of the multiverse together. as partners. she was ecstatic at the idea, happy that her skill was being appreciated, and excited to know her work would be more valuable.

but then she met him. the - well, more - real him.

she was shocked to learn the man could laugh, the first time he let her signature spiderman humor - that she technically shared with most other versions of her - penetrate his cold and determined exterior. it wasn't exactly a laugh - more of a chuckle/snort - but it was more than enough for her to double take, and then smile.

as they set out on more missions together, she obviously appreciated his determination, strength and wit, but she really enjoyed those moments of softness, or when he'd react to her sarcastic humor.

and, of course, that time he had to hold her on their way back from that mission where she twisted her ankle was painful but very - uh, memorable.

she snaps out of her thoughts as he enlarges the information about both the villain's suit and universe-travelling machine.

"something like that," he starts, examining it further, before turning to the information about his suit, "his suit is built to withstand and reduce the effects of multiversal travel, and his defense and weapons seem to be modified military gear. so bullets and vests that just handle or deliver more damage." he mutters, and she nods.

"so - nothing too crazy." her confidence makes him smile, and he nods.

"yeah, sure." he looks over the information again, before shrugging, "a attack from the front and the back should be enough - front distracts while back webs. right?" he decides, nonchalantly. she grimaces.

"don't talk to me about your back webs," she jokes causing him to roll his eyes.

"understood?" he reiterates. she nods, saluting.

"yes, sir. should be home for dinner - heard they're serving empanadas!"

they were not back in time for dinner, much less in time for empanadas.

she'd decided it'd be easier for her to bait out the villain, knowing that most wouldn't take so kindly - nor give a moment of hesitation - to someone of miguel's build and stature. and it'd been fine, until miguel's overconfidence had led to only one of his hands being properly webbed up, allowing him to reach for his modified gun with its modified bullets. he had pointed it as miguel had his back turned, smiling down at her as he called over 587's spiderman to pick him up. she'd noticed before he could, pushing him out of the way before he could react. usually, she wouldn't be able to, but his shock left his position malleable, and his eyes widened - time slowing - as he could see the bullet puncture the side of her stomach.

he shouts out her name, reflexes working to catch her before she fell, and the sharp cry of pain she let out caused his heart to drop. he was pretty sure he had growled, shooting a web precisely at the villain's arm, and wrenching the gun from his grasp, only a hair away from doing something he'd regret. when a small "wait-" tumbles between her labored gasps, he places his anger to the side, immediately letting her squeeze his hand to power through the agony. he looks at her in confusion, wondering how the hell a bullet was causing her so much pain - especially with her spider-healing - but then remembered the modifications listed in the file - including increased damage. he breathes raggedly, completely unsure of what to do, as spider-587 swings past him, a little too excited for his liking.

before he can snap at the kid - he sounded like a college student, honestly - 587 notices her weakened health, coming to kneel beside the both of them. seeing the situation, he swallows harshly.

"uh - take her back to my place while i bring this guy in." he quickly mutters his address, and miguel nods gratefully, immediately picking her up, desperate to ensure that she can get patched up. he swings through the familiar-but-not streets of manhattan, clutching her tightly to him, as she does the same, worried about falling, but confident he wouldn't let her. his heart-rate quickens as he feels her tight hold on him weaken, a sign of her diminishing strength.

the window of the small apartment kitchen is open, and miguel slips inside, less careful than usual to be quiet, focused wholeheartedly on getting her situated. he slips into the bathroom, setting her down on the cold, tiled floor. she winces at the uncomfortable angle he has to have her in as she slumps against the wall, trying to take quick, deep breaths, but wincing whenever her chest rose. miguel desperately searched through the small bathroom's tiny cupboards, finding a first-aid kit. her eyes blink up at the stark green of the casing, a sigh of relief ghosting past her lips.

"you're okay - you're alright, just relax, okay?" he mumbles, tone uncharacteristically emotive. she hums a response, and the breath of her shaky exhale falls over his face as he bends down to examine the wound.

it's not great. far from it, in fact, as he can hardly see the bullet, wedged deep in her bleeding flesh. he lets out a ragged gasp, before forcing his mouth shut when he hears her whimper.

"is - is it bad?" she breathes out into the small space between them. he's not sure what to say. it objectively is, but he doesn't want her more upset in her current situation.

"i'll fix it," is the response he settles on, as he gets to work. in this job, he'd seen quite a few injuries - though not many were like this, and none that had happened to her. he works meticulously to extract the bullet and care for the wound, hyper-aware of how close they were. he could feel her soft breaths on the top of his head, her fingers would curl over his thigh as she tried to firm the uncomfortable sensations, and her chest would brush against his temple when she squirmed at the painful procedure. he tried to keep his mind focused, though it felt inclined to panic every time he heard her whimpers or gasps at a sting or ache.

what really made him panic, though, was when he stopped hearing them. having heard nothing but even breaths for the past minute or two, he looks up in confusion and sees her eyes closed, shoulders completely slumped.

"hey? you there?" he asks softly, waving a hand in front of her face, before decidedly getting more upset, his face scrunching in worry as he gently taps her face, careful not to move it too much, "hello? are you - mierda, mierda..." he trails off, voice becoming shaky. he looks over her face and, seeing the peace of it, he feels a strange mix of relief, that she seemed less in pain, and fear - as he'd seen that peace on many a dead man as well.

working more delicately, he continues the process, his eyes unable to leave her for more than a few seconds. he was trying to convince himself it was just to make sure she was still alright, but the more base part of him kept reminding him of just how much he cared about her, and how he truly hated the morbid thoughts that were encroaching his stressed mind.

"please, please don't give up on me," he mumbles, letting himself talk to keep sane, even though he knew she couldn't hear him, "fuck, stay strong for me. you're so strong, y'know that? and you're smart, and so skilled. i - i do really like working with you. even though - y'know, i'm kind of an asshole around you sometimes. you should see me around the others, though, that's just me. damn, that is just me," it'd transitioned to a ramble, "why - fuck, why do you even work with me? i'm so different from you, and you must feel weird in my company, but you're nice, and you always make me laugh - fuck. i do really like you. not just working with you. you - you mean so much more to me than you think and - well, i wish i could tell you that more often, dammit. i'm just..." he sighs deeply, his fingers brushing over her newly furrowed brows. he's worried that he'd hurt her, and he stops for a moment to let her unconscious self recover, before dropping his voice to a whisper, "i can't lose you, mi cielo, por favor no puedo perderte. i - i really need you to stay strong - stay alive for me." he looks at her relaxing brows, and turns away, beginning to work, as he curses himself internally for being stupid enough to not have said anything until the poor woman literally couldn't hear him.

except, she could. she was incredibly weak - too weak to move, or hold any tension in her muscles, or even open her eyes, but she was just slumped down - not unconscious. she had felt horrible when she couldn't open her mouth to tell him she was fine - well, at least, better than he thought she was - after she'd heard his worry, but she'd become truly upset she couldn't move when she heard his rushed and mumbled confession.

she wanted to reach up and tuck back that bit of hair that always fell over his face when he was working or stressed, and let her hands travel down behind his neck before she'd pull him in for a kiss, like she'd wanted to do for so long. she was over the moon at his words, her lips just barely parting in an effort to say something, but nothing came out. as she could hear him shift away, finally finished, she did fall asleep, still on the brink of returning his feelings.

it'd taken a night of sleep, but after the bullet had been taken out, her body had begun naturally healing, and by morning, she was nearly good to go. she still winced if she turned around too quickly, and miguel was absolutely insistent on half-carrying her to the on-deck infirmary at the spider society. it had led to a few confused glances in their direction, and hobie's admitted annoyance at seeing them together, so close. hobie didn't love miguel - as was known by most - but he found her much more interesting, and seeing that the both were definitely together - as confirmed by pav and miles' exclamations of the fact - he had resigned himself to a signature curl of his lips, before - after only a few short minutes - finding something else around him to critique.

as miguel set her down, she looked up at him expectantly, searching for that softness from yesterday. it didn't come in the form of his soft words, but rather in the look in his eyes, and the wordless moment he spent squeezing her hand, before mentioning something about having to go back to work, eyes averted from hers. she knew he must have felt awkward looking at her, not realizing she knew what he'd said, so she doesn't mind.

when she's discharged, she makes her way to his office, a box of empanadas from the cafeteria - saved, per her request - in her hand, and knocked on his door. he lets her in, lowering his platform in a heartbeat. she realizes it's going faster than usual, and laughs to herself, realizing he truly did do that slow drop for dramatic effect. he tries to refuse the food, suggesting she eat them and rebuild her strength, but she brushes him off.

"where would i be if you weren't playing doctor, miguel?" his eyes widen at her use of his first name - decidedly uncommon in their interactions.

"is - are you okay? didn't hurt you too bad, did i?" he mumbles softly, looking at her with a worried gaze. she shakes her head, smiling.

"not at all. i did want to mention something to you, though." he looks at her, inquisitive.

"yeah?"

"también eres mi cielo."

[sunflowergirl522]

New Watch

Pairing: Hobie Brown x Spiderperson!Reader

Summary: Hobie goes to your universe instead of his own after quitting.

Word Count: 1201

No use of Y/N and I didn’t really write his accent in all that much. There’ll probably be another part of how they met and readers whole backstory. Thinking it’ll be a miniseries because I love the spiderperson I created.

“Just for the record, I quit.” Hobie types in all too familiar numbers before backing into the portal and tossing his watch.

You’re in the middle of pouring water into the pan below the bread in the oven when the familiar sound of a portal opening in your living room greets your ears. A smile crosses your face as the heavy footsteps from your favorite Spider-Man variant make their way into the kitchen. You continue humming to yourself as you close the oven and remove your mitts and the steps stop meaning he’s probably leaning against the doorway instead of coming any farther in.

“Hey Hobie.” You turn around and focus your bright smile at him. He smiles at seeing the state you’re in, taking in your apron on top of your brown cami and floral print skirt and the flour smeared on your face. It only fades when he spots the bruise on your cheek from earlier that morning.

“What happened ‘ere, Turtle dove?” He crosses the room and cradles your face tilting it up so he can get a better look while softly brushing it with his thumb. 

“It’s nothing, really. Just had a run in with Man-wolf this morning, I got a gnarly slash in my side too which finally stopped bleeding a couple hours ago.” Hobie huffs out his displeasure, as much as your universe is the prettiest he’s seen, you sure have some of the more monstrous villains. Your hand holds onto the one caressing the bruise and you turn to place a kiss on his palm. “I’m okay though. How’s everything at the society?”

“I quit.” He shrugs like it isn’t a big deal before walking past you and starting to go through your junk drawer. “Where’d you put that da-” He gets cut off as he glitches.

“Jesus Christ Hobie, you got rid of your watch?!” You rip the apron off before rushing off to your bedroom in a panic. “You shouldn’t have come here without it, you know how dangerous this cell decay stuff is. You should’ve gone back to your own universe instead.” You pull out the day pass he stole and stashed here about a month ago from your bedside table while you go on about how dangerous it is that he came here instead of going home.

“Had to come see you, fill you in.” Hobie comes up behind you plucking it from your hands and sliding it on. “Besides, knew you had one o’ these lying around.”

“Hobie this is serious, you gotta go home.” You go to open up a portal to send him home when he snatches your own watch from your wrist.

“Nah.” His hands go into his vest pockets before he turns and heads back towards your kitchen.

“Nah?” You follow shortly after finding him sitting at your kitchen island. His chaos of changing colors clashes with the pastel surroundings of your cottage and it was almost jarring to see the first few times but has since become one of your favorite sights. “What do you mean ‘nah’?”

“Pix, as cute as you are when you’re mother henning me, you should stop and come sit with me while I explain.” He dangles your chunky green sweater in one hand while his other pulls out bits and bobs from his pockets.

“Fine.” You sigh while grabbing the sweater and folding your wings against your back from where they spread out in your worry. 

“Remember that kid Miles I told you Gwendy talks about?” He starts as you sit down next to him. You hum your confirmation because while you still haven’t met Gwen he’s brought up her mentioning Miles a few times. As he continues catching you up on Spot and Miles following Gwen through a portal into Pav’s dimension he works on putting all the bits and bobs together. Once he has the screen together you realize what he’s making.

“Woah, hold on. Are you making your own watch?” You interrupt his story just as he’s getting ready to tell you about how Miguel just about lost his mind and snag the work in progress out of his hand.

“Ay, been nicking parts for it for a while now.” He leans on the counter watching as you turn what he has together around in your hands, studying it.

“Babe, this is cool and all but why wouldn’t you just hack into your old watch and take the tracker out of it?” He’s about to respond when you eye the small spikes in front of him. “Oh, I see. You just wanna make it punk rock to fit your whole vibe.” He rolls his eyes and takes it from your hands. 

“It’s the principle of the thing. Why continue to use something given to me when I can stick it to the man and make my own?” He looks back over to find you nodding because you get it. “When’s your bread supposed to be done?”

“Probably soon.” You hum and turn your head to look at the oven timer over your shoulder. “You care if I start cleaning my mess while you work?” 

“Better get on with it love.” You smile and kiss his cheek before getting up. 

The two of you work in silence for a while. With you cleaning and taking the bread out of the oven when it went off and him putting together the watch. Every so often he’d fiddle with your spider society watch to make sure he’s putting it together properly. Each time you passed by him you’d either give his shoulder or arm a squeeze or place a kiss wherever you could reach, his cheek, his shoulder, his head, sometimes he’d turn his head so you could get his lips. By the time dishes are done and your countertops are all clean the bread’s cooled down and his watch is complete.

“So if it’s done what’s with all the extra pieces?” 

“Gonna drop this one off for Gwen for if it don’t work out then come back and make my own.” He stands and puts in Earth 65 for the destination. “I’ll be in and out, back in five minutes tops.”

“Alright, you might as well take my watch apart and make me one when you get back. Miguel already doesn’t care much for me and the feelings pretty mutual. And I don’t wanna be a part of his little club if I’ll be stuck going on missions with Ben.” You cringe at the idea of having to go on another mission with him. The last couple of times you’ve been forced to have been borderline torture.

“Have I told you I love ya’ lately?” His arm drapes around your shoulder and he leans down to be nose to nose with you.“Hmm, you may be lacking there.” You can’t help but tease him to see the smile he always gets on his face when you do. “I love you too. Go drop the watch off and when you come back I’ll make dinner while you work.” “See you in a minute, love.” He gives you a kiss before opening up a portal and stepping backwards through it.

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Hiiii ,I love your work ,I always catch myself giggling 🤭. Anyways I have a request of miles morales or Hobie brown there reactions of you getting your dream job or getting into college something like that.(you don’t have to if you don’t want of course) Thanksssssss.🫶🏾

TYSM LOVELY! And I will gladly do this with both of them!! This is so cute omg 🫶

HOW THEY WOULD REACT TO YOU GETTING INTO YOUR DREAM COLLEGE — ★

with Miles Morales and Hobie Brown :)

MILES would be there holding your hand while you open the email.

›› Truthfully you think he’s more nervous than you. Like the boy is practically sweating and he’s holding your hand so tight you think it might break.

›› When you get accepted he immediately tackles you in a hug and is kissing all over your pretty face. Telling you how proud he is of you and that he’s so excited for you!

›› After, he’ll probably take you out out to a nice dinner! And the next day you best believe he’s bragging to Gwen, Peter, Pav, and Hobie that you got in. BLURB! ★ You’re sitting on your boyfriend, Miles, bed with your laptop on your thighs. With a shaky hand you guide your mouse to the email app and see you got an email from your dream college. “It’s okay, mi amor. Check it!” Miles exclaims while putting his chin on your shoulder. You squeeze his sweaty hand and take a deep breath, “Here goes nothing.” You hover the mouse over it but don’t click on it. Seeing your hesitation Miles kisses your cheek, “Do you want me to read it for you?” He asks sweetly and you nod eagerly. “Yes please.” He chuckles and gives you a kiss to your shoulder while you click on the email. You quickly close your eyes while Miles reads it. “Holy shit!” “what what what?!” “You did it! I’m so proud of you!” He quickly kisses you and you pull away to read the email for yourself. After reading it you ingulf him in a hug and he stands up, taking you with him while the laptop falls to the floor. He twirls you both around while you’re both excitedly squealing. Once he puts you down to stand on the ground he kisses you again, but for longer this time. “I knew you could do it!” ——

HOBIE would be giving you a little pep talk. How it’s okay if you don’t get in and how you’re the smartest person he’s ever met.

›› he would hate for a dumb email to make you upset. He reassures you the whole time. I think he’d also read the email for you, since he notices how panicked you are.

›› “it’s okay, doll. just breathe, yeah?” ›› once you both find out you got accepted I think he would give you a big kiss. You’re there crying (happily) and he’s just holding you while swaying you back and forth with a huge smile on his face. He knew you could do it! :)

BLURB! ★

You’re sitting at your desk, patiently waiting for your boyfriend to arrive as you tap your fingernails nervously on the sides of your chair. “You ready?” Hobie asks as he enters your bedroom. “I’m ready,” you nod at him as you open your laptop shakily. Hobie takes note of this and closes the laptop. “What’d you do that for?” You ask with your eyebrows furrowed as you watch Hobie shake his head. He kneels down next to you and puts a hand on your thigh to comfort you. “Before we read this I want you to take a deep breath, aight? You look like you’re bout to pass out.” You nod and take a deep breath with him. “Good. Secondly I want you to know no matter what this email says, you’re smart. You’re intelligent and I don’ want you thinking otherwise just cause some machine tells you, you can’t be in some fancy college. You deserve to be there just like anyone else. You’ve worked so fucking hard.” You laugh at how thick his accent gets when hes serious as you hug him. “Thank you, Hobs,” you say softly. You were about to cry and you haven’t even read the letter yet. “Don’t mention it. Now,” he says opening your laptop back up, “Let’s see what this thing says.” You nod and quickly open it and look at the email, clicking on it. He reads it first (by your request) and stands up quickly shaking your shoulders. “You fucking did it!” You stand up quickly and hug your boyfriend. You both stay there for a few moments as you cry into his chest while he rubs your back and sways you both back and fourth. “I’m so proud of you, babe.”

this was so fun to write! And I’m now going to sleep I just wanted to finish this first 😭

[brightbertalt]

hiiii i saw you had your reqs open and i was wondering if i can get some tooth rotting, finger licking fluff for pavitr x gn! or transmasc! reader :0

i saw ATSV and the brainrot for that golden retriever of a human being is insane. there isn’t enough fics on here for my boy 😭🤚

PLEASS I LOVE PAV ❤️❤️❤️❤️ HWRE IT IS FOR MY LITTKE GOLDEN RETRIEVER BOY

pavitr prabhakar x gn!reader!!

you sat in the town square, occasionally glancing at your phone. you were supposed to be on a date with pav, but he didn’t show up. it’s been 20 minutes and nothing.

3:02pm

u here?

3:07pm

im sitting by the fountain when u get here

3:15pm

r u coming?

3:20pm

pav where r u? r u okay?

you sighed.

pav was kind of like this, not texting you back. you figured that it was because he didn’t have an attention span, like at all. did he forget? no, he wouldn’t.

but did he? were you waiting for nothing?

you sighed, tapping your foot impatiently on the ground. was he seriously ghosting you? in the middle of town?

all of a sudden, you feel someone grip your shoulders.

“hello! guess who?”

you jump, soon relaxing into his touch.

“oh my god- pav, i hate you!”

“wait do you really?”

pav looked at you with his cute, cute little puppy dog eyes.

“no, no of course not. show up earlier next time! I thought our date was at 3!”

he sat down next to you, immediately wrapping an arm around you. his presence just had a way of making you feel happier.

“sorry priye, i got busy! you know how my volunteer work goes.”

oh yeah! pav told you he volunteered at a dog shelter. you know how those things are right? how they run overtime?

“i know jaanu, let’s just get some chai. let’s relax.”

[13keithxpidge13]

Hey! I saw your post asking for aob miles/hobie/gwen/pav asks and I love exploring the possibilities of an aob world outside of smut (though the smut is also fun). Loved your post about scenting! What do you think of this: it's post a particularly rough mission, they're all tired and bruised up, and someone (I'd love it if it was Miles) slips into a slight feral state of mind where they lose speech and they're acting on their instincts without thinking about it. Their friends don't notice it until they start trying to herd everyone someplace safe, but when they do notice they decide to just go along with it. And then they nest together. I love nesting and I think it would be cute. Bonus points for, if it's Miles, this incident is what makes him realize that his teammates have become pack to him.

Just an idea! Love you 😘

OKAY THIS IDEA IS SO GOOD BUT I'M GONNA SWITCH IT UP!

It's a rough, awful mission yeah and Miles is badly injured. His friends rush everywhere to try and find him and finally find him behind some rubble next to a destroyed building. Gwen goes to reach for him but Hobie snatches her back and holds her securely against his side.

"Hobie!" She gasps out. "What are you doing?! Miles is hurt-!"

"Look," He whispers, tense and unsure and Gwen blinks before turning back to Miles who is curled in on himself and breathing heavily but, something's in his arms...

A babe. A pup. An infant that can't be more than a few months old and Miles is protecting her.

"He's feral, right now," Hobie tells her. "If ya' try and get anywhere /near/ him, he'll fuck ya' up, Gwendy. He can't tell who's who and will attack anyone that tries to get near his pup, that's his mindset right now."

"Alphas will only set him off," Pav says, scared and nervous for their packmate. "What should we do? Call Miguel? Get Jess over here? She's a female alpha, maybe that'll calm him down more than a male alpha."

Hobie sighs and shakes his head. "Nah," He replies. "Callin' Miguel will only make things worse 'cause he'll get all fuckin' dramatic and try to rush down here to get to Miles. Ya' know how they are now, Miles is practically his pup in Miguel's eyes. Jess and Miles ain't close enough to form some kind of bond and ain't Peter out on 'notha mission right now?"

Gwen sighs. "...so what do we do?"

Hobie turns to Miles who is /glaring/ at them as his mask has fallen and he's breathing heavily, his scent sour and gross as the babe in his arms cries and wails.

His scent screams /don't you dare come the fuck over here, I'll fuck you up, motherfucker/.

But, they've gotta get the situation handled. Now.

"Stand back," Hobie says as he sets his guitar in Gwen's hands. "I gots an idea."

Then, he crouches down, attempting to make himself smaller and sweetens his scent so Miles knows he's not a threat. Pav and Gwen take multiple steps back, letting Hobie do his thing and they watch as he crawls ever so slightly closer to the feral Omega.

"Omega," Hobie whispers, inner alpha coming out to rumble softly. "Sweet thang', lemme get closer to ya', yeah?"

Miles growls and tenses up further.

Hobie coos and rumbles. "Omega," He tries again and gets even closer. "Not gon' hurt ya'...pretty pup ya' got there, yeah? Takin' such good care of her. Such a good momma, ain't ya'?"

Miles breathes heavily and then contemplates for a few moments before nodding.

Hobie hums. "Yeah...but, yer hurt, baby. Gotta get ya' and the babe checked out, hm? Don't wantcha gettin' infected, okay? So, can ya' trust me and come with us, hun?"

After another fifteen minutes of coercion, miles finally let's the alpha into his personal space and Hobie immediately begins to scent his neck, trying to see if it can get Miles back online with them. It does the trick because moments later, he's blinking and his eyes come back to full awareness.

"...Hobie?" He croaks, voice rough from all the growling he had done. "What...what happened?"

"Just got a lil' territorial on us, is all," Hobie tells him softly and Miles glances down at the baby girl in his arms and twitches.

"A-ah," His cheeks darken in embarrassment. "I'm sorry."

"Nothin' ya' got ta' apologize for, babydoll," Hobie tells him as Gwen and Pav rush over to comfort their packmate and Miles accepts all their kisses and scenting with a wet smile.

"Just glad yer safe."

[kairiscorner]

my ambiverted ahh couldn't help myself huhu, so imagine:

the atsv babes with an ambiverted partner

miles probably would have thought you were introverted ngl, you two would have gotten close for your shared love of art, whether you create it or just admire it. he'd've thought you would appreciate it if he did the first move for you because you came off as a little reserved to him, but nah, when he got to know you more, he learned you had a more outgoing and sociable side to you--he was the extra push you needed to get out there. though occasionally, you would like some time alone; miles wholly respects that. he wouldn't force you to talk if you didn't want to, he loves talking to you and hearing you speak, even if you would sometimes prefer to be on your own or with others. i think miles' favorite thing to do with you would be to just draw together, or teach you how to draw if you didn't know how. he loves it when you're so focused on something, when you're in your element; you look so at peace, so happy with what you're doing that he wants to capture that moment forever, keep you happy forever.

"if you need to talk to me or ramble or for me to leave you be for alil while, i gotchu ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )"

"ty, i love you : ) also did you know (goes on rambling for hours on end while miles smiles at every message you send his way thinking how cute you are)"

gwen would've met you when you seemed extroverted. you'd probably have met when the mary janes had a gig near your area, and you in your extroverted bout somehow had the courage to tell her how awesome she was on the drums. you'd go on and on about how much she carried the performance, and you joked how you wished you could be everywhere all at once so you could watch her play. it warmed her heart, really. when she told you she doesn't do friends anymore, which was a lot for her to say honestly, poor girl, you'd've smiled at her and told her you'd wait for the day she's ready to make new friends, hoping you'll be one of her very first new friends you and miles would get along for that fr. now i don't think gwen would do very well with small talk, so you being an ambivert and knowing how that feels, you adjust to what she's comfortable with and talk to her about things she likes, too. she loves when you guys are just hanging out together, not really talking or doing anything, just being next to each other or in the same room, enjoying being in each other's presence; because, if anything, gwen loves the quiet when you're around--it gives her a break from all the chaos in her life and makes her remember there are people who care about her just as much as she cares about them.

"i know you said you don't do friends anymore... but i'm really glad you never hesitated to be mine the moment you were feeling like things can get better from here."

"that's because of you, my... ray of sunshine. was that too cheesy? sorry, i just, you really brighten up my life."

now pav would bare with both sides of you, honestly. he's bright, bubbly, and extroverted; but he knows when to back off and let you breathe for a bit. he'd encourage you to talk to others when you're feeling anxious, but he wouldn't force you to, of course. he'd do things for you when you feel like wanting to be on your own for a bit because he doesn't want to bother you. you'd've been his classmate at school, and at first, you found him... kinda quirky, but he was super cute, you couldn't deny it. you felt like he outshined you sometimes, so you kinda hid in your shell for the first few days of knowing him. but when pav noticed how quiet you were, he'd tell you not to be scared of him or anything, and you weren't! you were honestly just feeling a little worn out from talking to people for a bit, he did that mainly for you, and he always did it with your best interests in mind. but when it's just you two together, boy, you were both chaotic and bright. your extroverted side was kind of only really known to him, and he felt so freaking lucky to be that sole person who knew that other side of you. but he'd encourage you to get out there, too, and he'd help you every step of the way if you wanted him to.

"if you want to make new friends, go for it! i've already seen how amazing you are when it's just us two, everybody would love you as you are now and with that chaotic side of you."

"alright, just don't outshine me, pretty boy, i'm playing the chaotic one today."

hobie would actually be really fond of you, he likes having an explosive firecracker yet calm and unshakeable partner all at once. he doesn't believe in consistency, and if you didn't really have a consistent side to you wanting to talk to people or wanting to be on your own for a bit, hobie would be more intrigued with you. he loves that you have a heart for nearly everything, being with people, being alone--wanting to make friends, wanting to focus on yourself. he loves how thoughtful you can be, as well. you two would've probably met when hobie would be doing his rounds as spider man, and he caught you defacing a wall. he'd check it out, and instead of reprimanding you, he'd've complimented your work since it commented well on your stance on how society was so... chaotic. he liked you a whole lot after that, and his initial impression of you was someone who was kind of a lone wolf, someone who spoke up for their freedom without relying on other people--but lo and behold, you were someone who spoke up for their freedom, but loved making friends and going to parties, too, sometimes. he loved how nuanced you were, how every day, he finds something new about you. he really wants to make you feel comfortable around him, so every time, he asks if you're okay with whatever you two would plan to do, because he understands what it's like to be misunderstood. he just wants you to be free to be happy and to express yourself, never uncomfortable about being who you are, especially when you were with him.

"you're so inconsistent, so chaotic, so thoughtful, you're... you're a keeper."

"are you gonna be consistent and want to love just me, hobart? that's sweet of you, love."

[harveybwabbit92]

{In Spiderpunk’s world Pavitr and his new friend R/n are walking to Hobie’s flat.]

Pavitr: R/n, since you let me spend time with your family, I want you to get to know my family. (he takes R/n to meet the gang) Hey guys!

Spider gang: …Hello/ Hey, *nods* S’up!

Pavitr: I'd like to introduce R/n, my new friend.

Hobie: Hey Pav, I thought we agreed on a group meeting before introducing someone new and bringing them to my flat?

(R/n looks confused as she stares at Hobie for a moment.)

R/n: Hey...Wait a tick. I know that voice, you're the bloke at the hospital who dresses up like Spiderman and reads to sick children.

(flashback to Hobie wearing a cartoony version of his costume in the hospital, reading a story to a little girl hooked up to heart monitor.)

Hobie: "And truly, she was my friend Flicka." (cries and sniffles)

(back to the present, where everyone’s looking at Hobie baffled before the flustered punk furiously yanks R/n up by her shirt collar)

R/n: (gasps)

Hobie, through gritted teeth: If this gets out, the next words you say will be muffled by your own arse!...That goes for all of you too!

[dadsbongos]

mean blonde <3s war crimes

2.2k words / warnings - pav is a bad terrible no good person, predator/prey dynamic, noncon, gunplay, coercion, age gap (pav's ~37 and reader is ~20)

summary - your old bootcamp lieutenant, Pavel Yudin, comes to your hometown to give you a second chance at joining the good ole army! By chasing you through the woods.

kinktober: day fourteen - hunting, gunplay ~~~

Grey skies rolled overhead that morning with no clouds. None of the birds were singing, but the crickets were still loud. Children ran circles in their backyards, chasing one another with leafless sticks and shrill screams. Your father sat on the front porch, rocking slowly in his chair as he twiddled his guitar. 

There was no breeze. And you couldn’t smell the sweet dew lingering in the air. 

In short: you should’ve known something was horribly, horribly wrong.

Papa stood straight up when he saw the sleek black car kick dust into the center of town. Guitar clattering and cracking down the porch steps, he rasped out a desperate, “Take yourself inside, now.”

“Huh?” you rose slowly from where you’d been tending Mama’s tomatoes, “Why?”

Neighbors pile out curiously as one car curls to a stop with a second. First to pop open is the initial car’s back door, and you see why your father was so spooked. Golden coils catch pale sunlight, porcelain cheeks flashing your home, and rosy lips pucker up at you from the center of the isolated neighborhood. 

“Hell, kid,” Papa murmurs, shooting you a glance through his peripherals. Partly annoyed, but mostly raw concern.

Red dirt road flakes around the soldier’s boots, his steps echo through the still air. Eyes follow his leisure pace, an overconfident swagger that makes your whole body raze with bumps. 

“I believe you have a runaway,” Lieutenant Yudin’s steely eyes flick from Papa to you.

Even as Papa starts talking, the man’s stare does not drift, “Kid ain’t a deserter, they graduated the program. I’m not sending my baby off to die.”

“Baby’s an adult,” Pavel shrugs, “We’re performing a simple sweep. We’ll have them back by the end of the day.”

Papa shakes his head, hands raising in protest, “No. No, no! You stay back, you devil! Any lieutenant beside you! Who else is in the car?” he demands, “Who else?!”

“Nobody,” Pavel turns his head directly toward you, and you remember the countless uncanny meals in the cadet canteen where that same glass face was watching you eat. He boldly steps onto the stoop before your father, kicking his guitar out of the way, “I’m not leaving empty-handed. Kaiser’s orders.”

Just as your fathers goes to respond, you stumble forward and jam yourself between the men, “I’ll go!” you frown, shoulders tensing as you avoid looking Papa in his disappointed face, “I’ll go, please leave my family be…”

Pavel grins at you and holds out a hand, “Let us go, then.”

Papa makes a strangled sound of protest from the back of his throat, silenced when you shyly tuck yourself down the stairs into Pavel’s chest. Head down and arms twisted around your torso as you’re lead to the shiny black car -- Pavel does not stop by any other houses. Despite knowing your boy next door was probably a better fit, and had graduated from the same camp, Pavel doesn’t so much as glance his house’s way. 

Unease wells within you as he opens the car door for you, then sliding in after. You attempt to wriggling away into the next seat over, only for Pavel to swing an arm around your shoulder and hook your chin with his thumb and forefinger. Angling your vision over his broad chest and out the side window, he strokes your jaw affectionately.

And you can feel his chest vibrate as he speaks in a low murmur, “I was very young when I came to the army.”

His opposite hand comes up, index tapping on the glass as the car comfortably strolls by lush trees; he leaves an off-white smudge behind on the otherwise crystal pane.

“Very, very far away I was conscious for not even a decade before having to become a man. And I work very hard to ensure nobody else must go through that same thing,” where he’d been pointing you make out a fox chasing a chestnut rabbit through thick bushes. You’re surprised neither was scared off, even if the engine was merely at a soft hum with its slow pace, “I’ve been working since I was younger than you, and I’ve been through much more than you.”

You’re certain he has.

Two silvery scars dot his chest. And his eyes are constantly glazed and faraway, even as he speaks directly. He smells sad, like mold and dust. He’s in his late thirties, and he’s been a loyal soldier since he was a boy.

The fox pounces onto the rabbit -snatching the smaller thing in its jaws and rolling with the momentum. Shaking its head violently until blood flecks the dirt road and spring leaves and the rabbit stops twitching.

Laying its kill onto the ground, the fox digs in with bared teeth.

“When I was younger than you, I had soldiers try themselves with me,” his thumb presses a bit harder against your jawbone, then quickly releasing and smoothing over the tender line apologetically, “I’m a very wounded man, as all men like me are. And I’m not a very good man, like most men like me aren’t. Most people that crawl out of Bremen bootcamps do not come out good people.”

Just as you’re wondering where this rant is going, the car rolls to a stop.

Pavel tilts your head so you’re gazing up at him, his eyes are dull as always and his lids hang low -nefarious yet tired- “But you are, you’re very good. Very kind. The world spits in your face and you bare it. You were drafted and you bare it. Your father falls terminally ill and you bare it. You’re harassed and stalked months on end by a superior officer and you bare it. You are so mild, and so bland, I cannot look at you and see a soldier despite your average success in training.”

Popping the door open, Pavel slinks out with an offered hand and you politely take it which only makes him laugh. He squeezes your hand,

“See? I was never so kind to the men that tried themselves with me.”

Finally looking around, you notice a long downward hill before your feet. Trees cluster any free path and overgrown stumps choke out the clotted dirt ground. Untempered grass lays still with the lack of breeze.

“I’m a bad person, and I love pretty things,” Pavel murmurs, “I don’t know why I have this itch to destroy them,” and finally, the proper amount of dread fills you as you really lock eyes with the lieutenant, “I think I’m just angry at them for being able to be pretty and gentle.”

Knees wobbling, you throw yourself down the hill and scream.

Pavel follows with a careful step-by-step.

Whether it be adrenaline or hot fear, you cannot feel any pain as you recklessly swipe branches and bushes out of sight. Searing sweat tickles down the plain of your neck, trickling along your spine and watering dead leaves below. Paranoia assures you his gloved fingertips are just at the wrinkled collar of your shirt.

Regardless of how nature seems to whizz by and the wind flapping rapidly in your ears you know you aren’t running fast enough.

You know your burning legs are too slow and you know he’s going to catch you and he’s going to eat you alive.

You’re too terrified to cast a glance back, certain the second you do you’ll trip over an especially thick root. But you think you can hear his boots crunching into a steady run after you. 

His even breathing slowly overbears your own ragged heaves, only seconding the belief he’s at your heels. 

Screaming again is only met with more gravely cackles.

Nails scrape into your hair. You shriek.

He pounces, launching off his heels and wrapping both arms around your waist in a vice clamp and chomping into the side of your neck. Sucking as he latches, a faint sting swells up the side of your throat. Nothing compared to the lashes and whipping your back takes with each roll down the hill. Grunts and wails echo between nonchalant trees, none of which are helpful as you pointlessly claw against Pavel’s padded shoulders.

Tumbling into a fitful, struggled stop at the base curve of the hill, you try in vain to kick Pavel off of you. Which proves useless as he merely presses one hand into your torso to keep you pinned. His bigger frame shows little sign of stress as he frees his Lugr pistol from his side and digs the frozen metal into your ribs.

A wild twitch sends you bucking up against him. Fear forcing you to throw away logic as you thrash beneath him.

“No, no, nonono, please- I beg! I beg of you, please no don’t- I don’t want to die, I beg of you please!” your hands fly up to Pavel’s face, instinct telling you to scratch out his eyes.

Pavel replaces his hand on your stomach with a knee before snatching both your wrists in his hand and strapping them above your head. Forcing your faces much closer. His nose bumping yours.

“Calm,” he hums, digging the muzzle into your ribs before dragging downward and catching the band of your trousers. Dragging those down as well. Bare flesh sizzles in the open air.

So you chomp onto your lip, taking in the velvety iron and gnawing still to keep quiet.

All while Pavel stiffs his pistol between your legs. 

“Too slow, too slow, bunny,” he presses a startlingly tender kiss to your temple.

Despite your shivering, he manages to wriggle the freezing barrel against the seam of your cunt. Slipping it between your folds longways, twiddling your clit at the same time teasing your hole. A sudden jerky click makes you shudder, gasping into the column of the lieutenant’s throat -- fear paralyzes your hands in the collar of his bridge coat.

Your sole assurance you won’t be shot is the ease with which Pavel wields his pistol, an extension of his own hand. It must be familiar. And if you are shot, it’ll be on purpose.

Digging the muzzle inside you, Pavel releases a pleasured groan when you shriek and seize around the unforgiving metal. Grinding down against your thigh, Pavel seasons your pulse with hot pants -- flicking his wrist until the trigger guard is tight beneath you. Leaking syrup drools over his fingers, gluing his pointer over the trigger. A sick grin smears over his pale lips.

“You like this?”

“No!”

His eyes fall where you’re polishing his pistol, as the barrel drills into you with sultry little splats. Regardless of what your pretty mouth says, he knows your body loves him: that’s all he needs. Hips even dangerously jutting out to meet his tentative thrusts. You mewl beneath your breath at the intrusion, choking it down with a grunt.

Cold, hard metal prods spots deeper inside you than yourself or any town boy has ever reached. You hate how good it feels, but you can’t suppress the tightening of your stomach.

“You like this,” he kisses you again, slipping his tongue into your gritted mouth and licking over your teeth, “I love you. So soft and gentle, you’re perfect for me.��

Slipping the gun from your snatch, he openly laughs in your face at how you cling unto the barrel.

“I take it you don’t plan on returning to the ranks,” he sits upon his knees, scouring the muzzle up your stomach -lifting your shirt- and pushing beneath your jaw. Icing the sharp bone until it's peeking past your lips.

You can taste the sharpness of your own wetness swirling with metal.

“Shame for me,” he sighs wistfully, angling the gun deeper in your mouth. Not bothering to adjust his pants and hide his evident, swelling arousal as your tongue envelopes the muzzle. His spare hand squeezes up your thigh, thumb stretching over to circle your clit, “Probably best for you, though.”

Weak legs cannot snap to kick him off, you fear it’d be a pointless effort anyway.

Pavel leans over you, slipping his gun from your mouth slowly -- an intentional drag to tease himself. Immediately pushing his lips to yours with a starved growl, his brows furrowed desperately and cheeks flaming against yours. Not unlike a fretful boy, he shyly pulls back to lay another peck on your forehead and wipes his mouth with his sleeve. Watching you struggle for air between flustered huffs, he stands fully and retucks his Lugr.

“Let’s get you home,” another hand is offered toward you, broad shoulders pushed back confidently. His strong nose pointed up at you, “I don’t expect we’ll see each other often, Kaiser is plotting East and I’m going to give chase.”

Tears sting your eyes, and you sniffle, shakily reaching up for the blonde and letting him tug you upward. He wrings both arms around you and kisses your forehead eerily sentimental -- familiar like a proper lover.

“I don’t expect to be well received when I do,” he whispers.

Then kisses your lips, hot and chapped and fiercely tight-lipped. 

“I wish I could be free like you,” he muses, “And kind.”

“You’re a monster- !” you shudder and gasp, shoving him by the shoulders -surprisingly, he lets you go until you’re floundering back into a strong tree trunk, “I hope you die out there!”

Pavel nods and turns away. The car door is open by time you’ve struggled up the hill. No birds sing. There is no breeze. You cannot smell the iron and sweat from yourself.

You should’ve known things with Pavel would never get any better.

[quartzalynlove]

The Plan

Summary: Pav, Gwen, and Miles set you and Hobie up to get together

Pairing: hobie brown x black fem reader

A/n: this might be my fav one

You and Hobie were getting on the gang’s nerves. It had been a month and some change that you had a painfully obvious crush on Hobie, but he was painfully oblivious about it. Gwen, Miles, and Pavitr could hardly stand watching you and Hobie interact anymore. You were too shy to confess, and Hobie couldn’t take a hint to save his life. As a solution, they devised a plan.

Above the floors of the spider society, the guys and Gwen took vantage points below where they had strategically placed you. It was a low traffic day in headquarters which meant Hobie could take all of the loose tech he wanted. You came to the spot where you expected to find Gwen, but there was only the anarchist stuffing his pockets.

“Hobie, hey. You seen Gwen around? She wanted to meet me here.”

Honestly, you had it bad for Hobie. His style, his creativity, and that accent, you were captivated by it. And he was such a genuine and supportive person, but it was clear that the two of you were just friends.

Without looking up, Hobie answered. “Nah, ain’t seen her, mate.”

“Oh,” you looked around the room before deciding to stay in case she came. “She’s probably on her way.”

There was a sizable distance between you and Hobie, and you decided to keep it that way. Leaned against a wall, you couldn’t help watching Hobie inspect and steal different parts. You wondered what he was going to make next. Whatever it was, it was sure to be amazing. You debated on making small talk. Admittedly, you were close to giving up on whatever you wanted between you and Hobie, but part of your attraction still had some fight left. What would the harm be?

“What’s that for?” you asked, trying not to dart your eyes away as Hobie turned to look at you.

Hobie inspected the parts in his hand before he gave a shrug, “Not sure yet.” Was all he said before continuing to scavenge for more tech.

As your lips pressed together and you folded your hands in front of you, Pavitr pinched the bridge of his nose from the ceiling above.

“I’m about to go down there.” He whispered.

Gwen was quick to protest. “Don’t. They need to do this themselves.”

Pavitr sighed. “I love Hobie, but he’s looking like a lost cause.”

“Gwen’s right.” Mile’s chimed in. “Let’s just see how it goes.’

You stayed quiet for a bit, every conversational topic that came to your head being dumb, but in that time, Gwen never showed. Finally, Hobie was done stealing parts; you turned away as fast as you could before he noticed you staring. Your eyes stared at the ground, but he suddenly felt talkative as he crossed paths with you on the way out.

“You alright, Y/N?” He asked, concerned.

It felt nearly impossible to meet Hobie’s gaze, but you managed, fiddling with your fingers as you spoke. “Yeah, I’m good.”

Unfortunately, Hobie wasn’t convinced. Arching his brow, he pushed further. “You sure? You look nervous.”

“Nah, I’m fine.” You smiled, shaking your head.

Hobie believed you that time and hummed before dapping you up and heading out of the room. You watched as you let him get away again before shaking your head in your hand.

The gang commented quietly from the ceiling.

“Damn,” Mile’s frowned.

Gwen just gave a simple sigh, and Pavitr’s heart broke for you as he still tried to cheer you on.

“Come on, Y/N, say something.”

You still saw Hobie through your fingers, and as you continued to watch him walk, words bubbled up into your throat. The words you would always think but never had the guts to say. The last bit of hope in you was on a kamikaze mission; it wouldn’t die without seeing what the possibilities could be.

You called out to him, and the crowd on the ceiling watched in awe with wide eyes. Hobie turned around and walked a few steps toward you.

“Yeah, what’s up?

It didn’t dawn on you how real it was then. Your heartbeat quickened as Hobie stood there in front of you. Somehow, thanks to some divine power, you found the words to say. You couldn’t look at Hobie, and your hands shook as you said them, but you did it.

“Do you wanna go out sometime?”

Your words took Hobie by surprise; he had never seen you so nervous. All this time, he genuinely had no idea that you had feelings for him, but it was clear that you probably did for a while; he felt a little dumb for not noticing. You were a really nice girl in his eyes; you were always ready and willing to help others, and although you could be a bit quiet you had an insanely creative mind. On top of it all, you were pretty too. Hobie couldn't quite place why your brown eyes seemed different under the glow of the fluorescents above. He watched you for a moment before finally speaking.

"You mean like a date?" He asked.

Pavitr was at his last straw, "What else could she mean?" He whisper shouted.

Gwen and Miles were quick to shush him, and Pavitr grit his teeth as his arms crossed.

Forcing your eyes to meet Hobie’s, you gave a small smile. Did your lips always look that soft? And your thick hair, did it always frame your face so beautifully? It was like Hobie was seeing you for the first time, and you were gorgeous.

You clarified, shyly. "Yeah…like a date."

For the first time, Hobie was speechless. No thoughts formed in his mind but a rush of sensations flooded his system, causing a smile to form on his face as he answered.

"Sure," he said. "There's a place you might like in my dimension."

The watchers from the rafters nearly lost it as Hobie's words echoed up and the widest smile appeared on your face. It took Pavitr everything in his power not to scream, and Gwen nearly shook Miles to death with her arm wrapped around him.

The excitement from above set off you and Hobie's spidey senses, and you both looked up to see the teenagers in a row on the ceiling.

"Gwen?" You yelled, taking them out of their burst of serotonin.

The three froze before Gwen made peace sign, her arm still around Miles.

"Hi." She said awkwardly.

Miles followed. "Sup."

And lastly Pavitr shouted. "I'm so happy for you guys!"

Realizing that you were never meant to meet with Gwen and they had set the two of you up to get together, you and Hobie started to laugh. What were you going to do with those kids?

[lildoodlenoodle]

One of the biggest problems and red flags about the whole spider society was having kids be workers for them.

Now I’m not saying the spider society shouldn’t have contacted the younger spiders or even work with them! But the spider society should function as more of a support group and emergency backup type situation for the younger spiders.

There was no reason for Margo, someone who is implied to be like Miles’s age, someone who can’t even drive, to be running an integral part of the society and how they are keeping the multiverse intact. She not only ran it, but if it malfunctioned it was clearly her job and responsibility to fix. When the machine ‘breaks’ and functions while, as far as she’s aware, no one’s in it she’s panicking, even though there would be no real consequences if she just let it run. There was no reason for Gwen, a 16 yr old, to be running around the multiverse alone going on high stakes solo missions(and that’s not even getting into the whole homeless thing). We don’t know yet what Peni’s role is but we have to assume it’s similar in nature and responsibility. That is insane.

Pav is the only one who seems to have a healthy relationship with the society, because he’s not really in it! He doesn’t know the indoctrination canon events yet, we don’t see him going off on solo missions, he gets backup when he needs it and that seems to be it.

For the kids that do know the canon events theory(Margo, Peni, Gwen) I cannot even imagine what must be going through their heads. Who else from their worlds has to die. For Peni, is her last living relative, Uncle Ben, the next person for her to lose? If Gwen returns to her world how long will it take for her dad to die? What other traumatic events have Miguel’s theory dictated will happen to them next? What horrors do they know will happen to them and their loved ones that they aren’t allowed to prevent? Is Gwen destined to die young because she’s the only Gwen we see Alive? And Gwen and Hobie, Pav’s friends, do they know that Gayatri and her dad are both destined to die? Like the mental gymnastics these kids have to go through and the mental torment that goes with it.

And then on top of it, to threaten said teenagers, who you have working for you, with being kicked out and being isolated from the people that are like and understand them is really fucked up. Especially if the threatening is because they are acting like teenagers and not soldiers. If Gwen is sent home, not only is her life put in danger but so is her father’s and they all know it. That is some culty level gaslighting and even grooming. Margo and Peni both are implied to not have good home lives either. The more you think about it the worse it gets honestly, because what goes along with this is we never see any of the adult spiders say anything about this.

Miguel and Jess both saw Gwen’s father, a grown man, try to arrest his daughter with a gun pointed at her. They save her, Jess takes her under wing(and whether they meant to or not) effectively become her guardians. They monitor her with what could essentially be a baby monitor/tracking device. They can control where she can and cannot go. And while understandable to not give a teen access to the entire multiverse they were very much giving her the adult responsibilities of protecting it.

When she does screw up, because she is a child who wants to see her friend, Jessica very flippantly references Miguel sending her home, making me think this is not the first time they’ve had that conversation, which is so worrying. And then they eventually do. They knew exactly what situation they were sending her into and not only did the entire society watch Miguel do it with little protest but didn’t even mention it afterwards. Even if Gwen was a threat they had other options, rather than sending her home, where she could still be safe.

There’s also a lot to say about how Jessica, Peter B., and Miguel handled Miles that speaks more to this pattern of behavior but that’s another post.

In the comics the ‘Spider Society’ got away with this sort of stuff, even having an actual infant just chilling with the group, because the spiders were being hunted. They couldn’t go home or leave the safe space dimension because it wasn’t safe. In the movie that is very much not the case. WHY WERE TEENAGERS WORKING FOR THE SOCIETY!?