#where he’s tied up in the spiderman suit

[just-jordie-things]

i’m so obsessed with spiderverse rn that i need fics of spiderman!gojo bc i think that would be the fucking SHIT dude. do they exist ?? is this an untapped market??

[the-kr8tor]

hey i was wondering if you could write a fic about the reader teaching Hobie how to roller skate?? It’s so oddly specific but i can imagine him just struggling with it and it’s funny to me. Plus my dream date is to teach someone how to roller skate 😭. Thank you so much. Also please remember to take breaks and rest. I lysm and appreciate all the effort you put into ever story ❤️

What a cute prompt! Thank you for requesting!! And I will!! You're too sweet ❤️

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

Word count: 1.2 k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader (except for a mention of Hobie being tall and brief mention of clothes), cw food mention, set in Hobie's 70s dimension, FLUFF

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Being a part of the spider society has numerous Perks— Free therapy if you're willing to wait months for a single appointment. The cafeteria providing three meals a day to starving spider people from all walks of life, (and dimensions) not to mention the unmatched camaraderie with your fellow spiders. That alone makes all the jet lag from traveling through dozens of multiverses, and all the aches and pains that comes with being bitten by a radioactive spider. But, there is one thing that trumps all of those perks, and that's hopping to your partner's dimension for a not-so-quick date at the roller rink.

Hobie didn't take much convincing, especially after showing him your timeline appropriate outfit to him. His dimension is practically stuck in the 70s, filled with groovy psychedelic colours from the top to bottom. And of course there's the leather jackets that you've grown accustomed to just by being with Hobie. Hell, you especially love those leather pieces like the one you're wearing now. You went all out with your outfit, researching the trends back then with a splash of punk looks that had Hobie almost melting the second you stepped out of the portal. You fit in, to say the least. But after all the research and countless hours in the library just scouring for history books and life in the 70s, they don't compare actually being there and seeing it with your own eyes.

A glorious disco ball hangs in the ceiling, twinkling lights dancing around the funky, swirly and fluffy walls of the roller rink. Everywhere you look there's a burst of colours, and there's no lack of laughter ringing above iconic disco music you've heard before.

Smiling, you sit on a bench, eyes turned upwards at the sparkling lights twirling around the whole place. Hobie kneels before you, insisting to tie your rollerblades for you, citing that if it's not done well you could fall over and smash your face on the polished granite. You of course don't refuse, loving how much he dotes on you when there's no mission to rush to or a certain Spiderman breathing down his neck.

Patting your foot, Hobie calls your name above the blaring music. “How's the weather up there, lovie?��

You tilt your head, chin tucked on your clavicle, admiring how handsome he looks under disco lights with his piercings and eyes shining. “How long have you been waiting to say that to someone, huh, tall guy?”

He takes your unlaced rollerblade, pushing it in your socked foot and then propping it up on his knee. He's smiling all through it, happy to indulge you even for a quick moment without anyone to kick or web up. “Believe it or not, I've said it a few times.”

You fake a gasp, and he chuckles at your antics while he ties a ribbon. “Someone is taller than you?! I thought that was impossible!”

“You're impossible.” Hobie's hand remains on your ankle, hand rising up to cup your knee, thumb drawing circles around your tights. Leaning up, he holds your hip with his free hand, pushing you down gently to meet him halfway; which you gladly let him guide you.

Beaming, you peck his nose and the space between his brows. Earning a soft chuckle from him. “Says the one kneeling before me.”

“Which makes my comment correct.” He follows suit, kissing where your Cupid's bow lies before standing up shakily on his rollerblades. (That he hides with his nonchalance.) “C’mon, let's get this over with before I change my mind.”

Taking his helping hand, you pull yourself up, effortlessly standing on the wheels. “It's not too bad, I promise. Even little kids get it right after a few tries.”

He raises a pierced brow. “Those little kids aren't as tall as me and don't have a reputation to keep.”

You poke his side, “I've seen you backflip off of Rhino's head. Roller skates are nothing compared to that. Besides, no one you know is here to see you fall flat on your ass.”

“You won't film it like last time we went ice skatin’?” He can't help but ogle you under the light and amidst the bright colours.

Leading him towards the rink, you hold his hand, slowly inching your way inside. “I promise I won't take videos this time.” He huffs in reply as you guide him to the shiny floors. “It was for personal use anyway.” You mumble to yourself.

Hobie immediately holds onto the railings next to him the second his feet leaves the carpeted floors and onto granite. His knees are bent and shaking while he tries to keep his balance on the wheels. “Love, why'd you let go?!”

Giggling, you reach for him with open arms, rolling towards him. “I didn't! You did!”

Panic spreads through him unlike all the times he has fought countless villains as his rollerblades smack loudly on the floors as his feet skidaddles in place, struggling to even stand up. After reaching for you, your six foot three baby holds onto you like a life raft. Long arms grasping with none of the cool nonchalance he usually exhibits.

“Do you want me to get a training cart for you—?”

“No, I've got this.” Hobie straightens up, hand holding on to your jean pocket as if he wasn't whining a few seconds ago.

“Oh okay—”

“Don't let me go this time.”

“I won't, Hobs. Maybe try moving your legs?” Smiling, you roll around the rink as he uses you as his personal guide while he barely moves his stiff legs.

His eyes roam around the rink where people of all ages whizz past him without a care. He looks over to you with a new found determination. If those children who are barely five years old can skate like they own the place, he too can do it. “What do I do now?”

You don't laugh or giggle at him, instead, you help and support him throughout the lesson like you promised him when you suggested the date. Hobie picked up on the skill real quick, quicker than he did for ice skating. Maybe the music helped him, or maybe he really wanted to impress you this time instead of the ‘baby deer learning how to walk’ he exhibited earlier.

After a while he's already skating around you. A bit wobbly but his form makes up for it. Hobie thanks his spider senses and balance for not stumbling and crashing into another person.

You're all tired out after the exercise. Head placed on his shoulder, arms looped around his middle as he's the one guiding you this time while you two skate mindlessly on the shiny floors as the skating rink dies down for the night. He blows air in your ear, waking you up.

“Thank you.” Hobie affectionately pecks your brow, you hum in content. “You've got some patience in you, love.”

“Nope, you're just a fast learner. And you're welcome, thank you for indulging me.”

“You chose well.” His eyes smile, hand splayed over the small of your back. “Next time it's my turn to pick the place.”

“What do you have in mind?” Tilting away, your hand snakes up from his back to his nape, kneading softly.

“It's a secret, innit. For now,” he skids to a stop, hand still holding on to you. “you need to see some food that your dimension hasn't seen in decades.”

Your eyes widens, gasping. “So much food that shouldn't be in jell-o.” You're already unlacing your rollerblades.

[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE PETER PARKER WITH A KIDNAPPED READER

May god bless that fool who decided to kidnap you. If someone had the wonderfully bright idea to kidnap you, Peter would literally lose his shit. We all know that bby boi Peter is a complete friendly cinnamon roll but when it comes to your safety he will not be compromising

So when a random villain kidnaps you and sends him a video of you tied up to a chair and bleeding, saying that they'd have their 'fun' with you, Peter is a storm of emotions. He's a storm of guilt that he couldn't protect you, angry and pissed at himself and really really worried about your safety. Under no circumstances will he let those filthy scumbags who dared to touch you live to see another day. Peter takes his anger out on a few inanimate objects and tries calming down since you were still in the clutches of those morons

So, he immediately changed into his spiderman suit and to be honest, he never felt that kind of burning and intense passion to do something before. The fact that you were hurt and miserable in the hands of some villain made his heart twist with guilt and shatter into a million pieces but he used that as determination to find out where you were. But luckily Peter gave you a bracelet that you always wore that had a tracker on it. And with the help of EDITH he traced your location to an abandoned warehouse. He saw you looking more hurt than ever now and he let out a choked sob as he rushed towards your side and cradled you in his arms

"S-spiderman?'' you mumbled weakly and he put his palm on your cheek and replied "Shh.. it's okay, I'm here. Everything's going to be all right now. No one can hurt you while I'm here....'' and as he was cutting your ropes, the villains came out from behind the shadows and started firing against Peter. But it was of no use since Peter managed to dodge their bullets and well.... he ended up beating the hell out of them. He made a mental note to finish them off in the most brutal way possible but right now, his main concern was you

He gently scooped you in his arms and carried you to a hospital bridal style. The doctors managed to clean your wounds and you had to get some stitches done. After you were feeling all right, you wanted to thank Spiderman but he wasn't there at that moment and you thought of thanking him later if you saw him. Your friendly neighborhood spiderman on the other hand wasn't behaving in a 'friendly' manner at the moment since he managed to finish torturing those filthy scumbags who dared to kidnap you and ended up killing them

Later he paid a visit to your house and you told him how brave Spiderman was and he saved you from your kidnappers. He felt a warm fuzzy feeling in his heart and his chest swelled with pride. You had complimented him! He was literally on the freaking moon at that moment. He hugged you and told you things would be all right but it looks like he had to 'take you home' sooner than later. After all, we wouldn't want something like to happen again now, would we? Lol and even if it did, Peter's blood pressure would soar through the roof and he'd have a literal heart attack

[gimmemorecherries]

Reborn of us

(Ex husband!Miguel x Mother!Reader)

(Summary : Years pass , the thought of your ex husband in the back of your mind as you focused on your little girl. Though what happens when he catches wind of this?)

TW : Mentions of death,OOC Miguel,half fluff and half angst

Part 1 here

" Mijà! Hurry and come down,or else I'm not taking you to practice!"

Your seven year old daughter,(y/c/n) has been the centre of your world ever since she was born. She resembled him so much. From the brown curls she adorned to the slight sharpness of her teeth ,yet she still managed to make you love her despite the familiarity of the man you once loved etched into her face. It was the motivation to take care of your sweet daughter that brought you to where you are now,and the nights you spent working countless jobs just to make a living for the both of you had all paid off now that you were living comfortably in the coziness of your home.

" 'm comin mami!"

(y/c/n) came sliding down the stairs railings,already wearing her white jacket and her red belt tied around her waist messily. Her every step towards you was full of excitement,her face practically glowing as she dragged you by your hand and showing off her toothy smile

" Hurry mami! we're gonna miss the bus! "

" I was thinking of taking a nice walk,we can see the dogs at the park along the way"

That was enough to make your daughter lose it as she attempted to body slam the front door.

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"Heyyyy bossman!" One of the spider people yelled as they sent him finger guns,although their attempt to lighten up his mood was a complete failure as Miguel had sent a sharp glare that sent knives towards the poor spider.

" Calláte,what do you want?" Miguel had grew to become explosive with his temper ever since the night you left him and rightfully so,but it didn't mean it didn't leave a scar in his heart. Usually it would be your hands running through his hair,stroking his cheek with your gentle hands,your ever soft voice soothing him and assuring him you were there for him. That you were his,that he was yours,that you were -

The spider person's annoying laugh had snapped him out of his thoughts about you, resulting in a deep scowl until his ears listened intently to what they said next.

"Earth-2602's got an anomaly,was wonderin' if me and Ben could check it out -"" Who's the spiderman there?"

His heart was pounding,was she still the woman he knew ?

" Nah I don't know 'bout that, accordin' ta your weird ai the spiderwoman there isn't of age yet,still a kid "

Miguel knew it was wrong,he was absolutely wrong to try and see you again. But the thought of seeing you again sent him in a frenzy,he longed for you ever since the divorce and god did he regret his decision of going to a universe where his dead wife and child was alive,all for it to end a mess as they both died again. He should've been grieving,dying alone again but...he didn't feel that way again,instead the feeling of losing you was much worse than their deaths -

They simply didn't matter to him anymore,not like how you mattered to him. His dead wife's death didn't effect him at all. The day they died he just stared,as if they were strangers,and they are. He knew they were strangers to him when he felt uncomfortable drinking the bitter coffee his dead wife brewed,the type he thought suited his taste better compared to the cream and sugar you would add to his. Unlike you,you were his salvation when he was lost,his home to run to after a day of working,his to call has his own after being alone for so long. But he knew he scarred you too deep for you to even love him again without forgetting his infidelity.

"- So can Ben and me go check it out?"

Miguel turned around , his face an unreadable expression

" I'll go instead. "

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You were strolling through the park with your sweet daughter,her little hand in yours because she kept running away to play with the ants. At this exact moment,you felt almost complete. Your little girl was growing to become her own person,your job was stable and you were able to provide for the both of you and your little family of two was all you could've asked for.

Except the thought of her father lingered back to your mind,you couldn't lie,he was a bastard for not being able to be upfront with his feelings but apart of you that still loved him sympathized for him and kept defending him with " he has unresolved problems,that's probably it " or " it was probably because he didn't need me " but those thoughts would always lead you to feeling down,and you weren't good with hiding your sadness,so you'd often hide yourself from your daughter until you calmed down because you didn't want her to grow up with the mindset that it was her fault you and Miguel split.

" Baby,do you wanna play with the other kids? Your practice doesn't start until 2 hours"

Your daughter jumped at that and giggled, messily throwing off her taekwondo suit and handing it to you as she ran her little legs to the sandbox.

You watched her play with other kids,and you can't help but forget about the thought of Miguel when your little girl was infront of you,beaming with joy as she made what appeared to be a sandcastle with the playground kids. After some time,you look up from the sandbox to see a portal - wait,portal?

Your heart dropped at who you saw came out of it.

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@brooklynscherry-z @d1lf-loverrr

(Comment if you wanna be tagged for part 3 <3)

[broken-glass-puppet]

Ok so Miguel request

Whar about Miguel (or basically just the spider team form atsv) x male reader that acts like a jumping spider and kinda look like it too

So the reader is small and very quick in his feet, he can also jump way farther than any of the rest, but he also has the other spider abilities. And I just imagine the reader being an anomaly and accidentally being teleport to HQ and they try to capture him, but he's all skiddish and nervous and just jumps away from them every time. In the end someone manages to calm the reader down (you can decide how, maybe with food or some shit) and the talk to the reader. And the reader just answers in very short very quick answers, and he's still very nervous

Aahhhhhhh I'm sorry I wrote this, this is so long!!! But I hope you do mangage to write it, but no pressure, I don't want to force anything

Okay, im going to use this for my spider sona

Fast and nervous, not good combo

You runned and jumped for...one, two, three...then multiple for two...damn you weren't good with math, but what can you say?! If someone had a lot, and I mean A LOT of Spidermans running after them, they would run too, I mean, they don't look friendly... specially that one with the red and blue suit...a bit more specific?...the one with the talons...so you runned and jumped and...did what a spider would do! You thinked you managed to get them away when suddenly-

"There you are!" Someone grabbed you and tied you to a chair with spider web, it was that man...hmm...tall, tan skin, hooked nose, deep cheeks...is that a Mexican accent? "Now.talk"...you started hyperventilating and squirming and moving "hmm...if you keep moving it will stick to you more chiquito" you looked at him and started breathing slowly

"yo dude, you shouldn't be like that" another voice said, he was...goth? No...Punk? Yeah that kinda looks punk...oh he has a guitar...

"I'll ignore the fact that you just called me 'dude', now...back to you.Name"

"[redacted]"

"where are you-"

"earth [insert here number]"

"how did you-"

"I was in my dimension, in my room and suddenly I saw this big portal and one thing went to another and here am I..."

Miguel sighed, pitching the bridge of his nose "are you always this nervous...?" He said looking at you up and down..."i have to admit...you jump and move really good...you are slippery and quiet..." He said while walking a bit closer to you "I'll untie you...don't you dare try to scape you hear me cariño?" You nodded, he untied you, you got up immediately, oh...oh he's tall...you are kind of small compared to him hehe...you looked around...you looked back at him...and runned away, in part it was for fun...what would he do...he sighed and chased after you...you giggled...this was REAAAAAAALLY fun...he's almost as fast as you!...you runned for...half an hour? And hour?...you stopped and took a deep breath...you looked around.. oh...oh is that...a burger...a bit wouldn't huuuurt...

"coño, where the fuck is-" Miguel cutted his sentence and looked at you devouring the burger, hmm, okay... nervous? Check, fast? Check, jumps a lot? Check, likes food? Check...he walked behind you quietly "boo" he whispered in your ear

You almost dropped your hamburger, you gulped the rest that was in your mouth and looked at him "hey?" Miguel smiled sarcastically "you know what was the only thing I told you not to do?" "Y-yes?" "What was it?" "To not...run?" You said smiling nervously "yes, and what did you do?" You looked at him nervously "I runned?" He smiled sweetly but it was a sarcastic smile "exactly...now..." He tied both your wrists and putting you over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes...food thing you finished your hamburger...

He went to his...office? Would you even call it that...he sat in a chair near by and sighed, you still in his arms..."look kid-" "don't call me that, it's weird" "why would it-" "I'm sitting in your lap and you call me kid?" He looked at you and sighed "okay, what should I call you" "[nickname]"..."okay okay...now [nickname], will you let me finish a sentence for Once?" "Yes..." "I want you to join me" "after you chased me all over here?! Yeah, no" he chuckled seeing that you were refusing "feisty one...i like that..." You couldn't help but smile at that

Oh boy, you two were going to be REAAAAAAALLY close

Please i loved this type of reader, please z person who requested it, please use this type of reader, i want to see more of him

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hey! I just saw the new spiderman movie (across the spider verse) and had an epiphany. (First of all, did you see the movie? I don't want to give you spoilers or something like that, if not, you can ignore my request)

A spider-woman reader who gets lost in the multiverse and somehow makes it to RoR's, maybe platonic yandere reactions because of how young she is and what she has to go through? (because of the canon and all that)

Maybe a bonus of Miguel O'hara going to look for her so as not to alter her canon and seeing a group of supreme beings on the way? (God that man is wild)

With the gods being Odin, Hades and Poseidon and on the human side Adam, Qin Shi Huang and Tesla.

-You wandered around, curious as to where you were, after your watch malfunctioned when you were trying to run from Miguel. You were trying to help Miles who just wanted to save his dad.

-You remember when your own dad was killed, something Miguel said was a ‘canon event’, but you felt like you could have prevented it, you could have saved your dad, and now you were giving another fellow teenager a chance to save his own dad.

-Those who defended Miles were ordered to be captured to be grounded to prevent any more canon events from happening according to plan, to prevent the multi-verse from being destroyed.

-You were one teenager verses an army of other spider heroes, so of course you ran, scared, and when you tried to go back to your own dimension, someone managed to take a swipe at you, making your watch malfunction and you wound up here and your watch broke right afterwards.

-There were so many weird people around, people that didn’t look human, so you thought that you didn’t stand out much, wearing your own spider suit, a black bodysuit with red web designs, and a red pleated mini skirt with an oversized bow tied to the back of it and a black widow symbol on your chest and your back.

-Brunnhilde ran to find you after reports came to find you and found you with Shiva who instantly like you as you were sparkly eyed- or sparkly masked, “You’re so cool Mr. Shiva!” you had never met anyone with four arms before and he was instantly taken by you, easily able to tell that you were a teenager.

-Brunnhilde brough you before the other gods and powerful warriors from history, you only recognized a few names, like Adam and Nikola Tesla as far as humans went, but you knew a lot of gods, as you were a history buff.

-You unmasked, pulling it off and jaws dropped, seeing you really were just a teenager and you told them about what led you to being here, something Odin was able to tell was the truth, as well as the broken watch.

-Your eyes were huge; meeting Nikola Tesla himself, and he was thrown off by your elation before you started to ask him questions about his inventions, and he instantly beamed and the two of you hit it off quickly. He had never met someone so into science that wasn’t a scientist, and after you told them about your own powers, showing them by shooting webs and able to scale walls after being bitten by a radioactive black widow spider, he was elated, wanting to know as much as possible!!

-Nikola pulled your watch apart, trying to figure out how it worked but it was very advanced.

-Adam was instantly your parent in this new world, as he was furious that you were out fighting crime and putting yourself in danger, furious that a child was being forced to do this, after you told them about canon events, as most of the different Spider-Men gained their powers as teenagers.

-You found yourself quickly adopted by many different people in this new world, getting a massive family almost instantly, which was nice, since you only ever had your dad, and since he died, you lived mainly at HQ and only going to your dimension for school and to fight the bad guys in your dimension.

-Since you couldn’t leave, you were welcomed into this world, and since there were no villains, you got to live as a normal teenager, learning about figures of history directly as well as learning from gods.

-Poseidon was one that took a little longer to warm up to you, as he didn’t really want to bother with you, until Hades brought you over and your eyes were huge and sparkly, wanting to know more about the oceans as humans weren’t going very fast with their exploration of it.

-Hades sent him a small glare when Poseidon tried to wave you off and spoke rudely at first, but seeing your drive to learn more made him realize that not all humans were bad, a few, like you and Kojiro were proof of that.

-Hades adored you, as you dropped in, literally, wanting to ask him all sorts of questions from the lore you learned in school and he was happy to get away from his paperwork and was able to tell you all about the truths being many of the legends, some were true, and some had more embellishments added in.

-Odin was the god you spent the most time with, as you lived in the Norse pantheon with the valkyries, so you got to see him, Loki, and Thor all the time, although Odin learned quickly that Loki was a bad influence on you, as he would encourage you to get up to mischief with him but seeing you happy was nice here and there.

-When you first met Qin Shi Huang, your eyes nearly popped out of your head, realizing that he was a bona-fide emperor!! You asked him so many questions, a lot like a curious child and he was quick to realize how smart you were, and he loved watching you use your abilities, even taking him flying with you once, showing the strength in your webs. It was his turn to be sparkly-eyed when you showed him your fangs, your upper canines that grew just a bit when you were first bitten, and you told him that you could paralyze your enemies for about four hours with the poison in your fangs, but you don’t like biting others, to you it’s kind of gross.

-When a portal opened and Miguel stepped out along with several other members of HQ and he immediately glared, “There you are!!” you let out a terrified squeak and instantly ducked under a table but when nothing happened, you peeked out, seeing your new parents, those who had adopted you, were standing between Miguel and you.

-Miguel remained calm, explaining the canon events, and that the multi-verse was at threat of falling apart if you didn’t return to your own world and continue with your duties, this time with a babysitter since you were one of the ones who tried to help Miles.

-Miguel tried to yell at you once you came around, peeking out around Adam, who held your hand when he felt your hand looking for his, “Miles needs to understand that this needs to happen! Miles, you, and those other idiots who helped him are all so selfish!”

-You immediately snapped back, “He’s a teenager- I’m a teenager, we’re kids! What do you expect when you tell us that we have to let our loved ones die?!”

-He glared and Odin, showing his intimidating aura, spoke, “That is enough!” Jessica tried to reason with you, but you didn’t want to, you refused to believe that this was the only way.

-Zeus then laughed warmly, “My-my~ you humans always seem to make such a fuss out of things. As gods, we have the power to remove the instability of these multi-verses, so things can play out according to how you all want them to.”

-Jaws dropped all around as you gawked at him, completely stunned before the gods combined their powers to just that, giving Miles the opportunity to save his dad with no repercussions, there were no longer a need for canon events!!

-Miguel was stunned before he sighed softly, admitting defeat and sent out the message to everyone, letting them know what had happened and that Miles and those who were being hunted were no longer in trouble.

-You cheered loudly, celebrating and Jessica couldn’t help but ruffle your hair lightly before she gave you a new watch, as she knew yours had been destroyed, giving you the opportunity to come back to HQ whenever you wanted.

-You beamed, leaping and hugging Poseidon who caught your embrace, as you now had the freedom you always wanted to do what you want with your powers, and you could come and go to Valhalla as you pleased.

[html-nae]

T R A P S O U L

42!Miles x fem!OC

Part 3 of the 42!Miles x fem!OC series

WC: 779

You take two strangers and put them in random predicaments

Then you give them a soul, so they can make their own choices and live with it.

A year and 4 months later, those same strangers.

You make them meet again.

Inside his hideout.

Where one reaps his benefits.

And the other. Is begging for his life.

For his father’s life.

Then you start reminding them about that spider incident.

The collider incident.

Who would’ve thought that the Spiderman that outsmarted thousands of other Spiderman’s.

Would be from coincidence?

Because if The Spot never transported the radioactive spider from Earth 42 to Earth 1610.

Then Miles wouldn’t be Spiderman. His Uncle would be alive. His father would be dead.

And Miles Morales would be prowler.

Now here he was

Tied to a punching bag.

He couldn’t run.

Miles believed that it was always him versus the world.

Until he found out it was him versus The Spot. Then the spider society.

Then him versus himself.

Why?

He thought. He wanted to go home. To his mom. To his dad. He wanted to save his dad. That’s all he wanted.

Miles wanted to go home, back to his own dimension. Dimension 1610 Where his dad was alive, where his mom was alive. Where Harmony was alive.

He knew he wasn’t in the right dimension when his mom didn’t know who Spiderman was. As if her husband didn’t complain about the masked hero almost everyday.

But he didn’t. Not in this universe.

No.

He died. A year ago.

Along with Harmony.

And here he was.

In a prowler mask with chains hanging from his chest and weapons scattered around him.

He looked and sounded different.

He was different,

Why?

Because he lost everything.

All because of The Spot.

He lost his internship at Alchemex. He could’ve got into the University he wanted to get in.He probably still could. But he had different plans. More important matters.

He would’ve still had Harmony. He would’ve had his father there and not just a mural that was dedicated to him on some brick wall outside his apartment.

He would’ve had everything.

He wouldn’t have gotten dark. He wouldn’t have gone down the path he did just to help put food on the table.

Earth 42 Miles would’ve had everything.

While 1610 Miles would’ve had nothing.

Now because of The Spot. It was all changed.

“Please. If you don’t let me go our dad is gonna die-”

Before Miles could say anything else. His alternate cut his pleads short.

“Your dad.”

His braids swished from side to side. And his shoes squeaked as he stepped closer to look at himself. Miles’ suit was torn and he was bleeding from his abdomen. His face was bruised and cut. It looked like he went through hell and back. He looked terrified.

He was terrified.

“You’ve gotta let me go.”

His plea to go home fell against deaf ears.

It was getting old.

“Now why would I do that?”

Am I going to live or die?

Miles didn’t belong in this dimension. That much was obvious. He was glitching every hour. His alternate self didn’t care. He enjoyed the idea. He wanted him to be put through pain. The pain he went through. He wanted him to know how it felt.

Because truthfully

No one prayed for Miles on Earth 42.

And it led to him not wanting to be bothered. He felt like he was losing his patience. His focus. He felt like his friends were overrated. He just wanted to remove himself.

No feelings involved.

Because she’s gone.

Miles was willing to die for her and live for her.

He would kill for her. He did killed for her.

And now she was gone.

And it still hurt to wake up everyday and know that not only was he not going to hear his dad’s voice booming through the apartment, but that his girlfriend wasn’t going to be knocking on his door just to lay down in his bed and listen to music.

Pride was the death of them. And love was the end of her.

He believed in a perfect world, he would be perfect. He wouldn’t be insensitive.

As cold as December.

He wouldn’t have blamed her for the mistakes he made or the bed he laid in.

But they weren’t in a perfect world.

And he knew that.

He pointed the finger just to make a point.

At least he did now.

He could’ve done so much for himself. He could’ve had so much.

But all because someone took two strangers and put them in random predicaments.

Everything changed.

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[angel-eyes05]

the scent of you

pairing: fem!hispanic!supervillain!reader x miguel o’hara

summary: after chasing him for so long, you've finally caught him. the infamous spiderman 2099. and now you were going to show him what it was like to be in your grasp

warnings: nsfw, dom!reader, sub!miguel, he's kinda bratty too ngl, bdsm, bondage (miguel is being tied up yet again the poor guy), p in v unprotected, reader's a bit of a psychopath lmao, lots of blood lmao reader has blood manipulation powers so you can imagine how that goes for someone whos constantly compared to a vampire, no use of y/n, no use of miguel's name cause you don't know it lol

word count: 2.0k

notes: im literally writing this at 1 am as a desperate attempt to get my activity back up since no one's reading bite the hand lmao. so of course my first resort is actual porn. also, im aware miguel isn't actually a vampire but i just wanted to give him some vampiric tendencies...just cause lmao its more fun like that. this was fun lets do it again some time lmao

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You’d always enjoy the hunt. In your line of work, one of Kingpin’s subordinates, it was the main thing you did. Catching those he sent you after, knowing you would always finish the job. Yeah sure, most of the time they were nobodies, but damn if you didn’t love the terrified look on their face just before you went for the kill. 

Dea Tacita, the Roman goddess of the dead, was the name you were given by your victims. You earned it due to your silent killing style, just like how she was also nicknamed as “the silent goddess”. But while you might have been silent, your victims certainly were not. Your ability to manipulate others and your own blood led for particularly painful deaths indeed. Either forcefully ripping the ichor from their body, or slowly raising the temperature of it, basically boiling them alive. 

This most certainly was not the life you had planned for yourself, but you’d grown to deal with it. Hell, sometimes you even loved it. You got high off of the final breathes of your victims once they were gone. 

You were especially ecstatic today. You were put on the task by Kingpin a few weeks ago. A strange figure in a blue and red electronic suit had been popping in and out of Alchemax, stealing tech, and making his getaway in a neon orange, hexagonal portal. It sounded intriguing to you. It became even more intriguing after you saw his massive build for yourself during your first encounter. His tall stature, broad shoulders, and incredibly toned physique. It’s no wonder he beat you within your first couple of battles, even with your powers. But you didn’t mind. 

Losing only meant that you got to see him again. And that he got to pin you down to the floor whenever you two were finished throwing fists at each other. But this was strange. You had gone up against him so many times and had lost, again and again and again. But you had gotten word from one of your own subordinates a few hours ago that he’d finally been caught. Why? Was he giving himself up? No way. You had to go see him for yourself. And then after, you would finish the job.

You strutted down the hallways to the containment room where he was supposedly being kept. You even caught yourself fixing strands of your hair and pressing down on your outfit, dressing up for the occasion. When you opened the door, your knees nearly went weak. The man was sitting there, on that chair that was definitely too small for him, unconscious with his head leaning back behind him. Plus, his mask was off, so now you could finally get a glimpse of that beautiful face of his. Sculpted cheekbones, wavy and slicked back brown hair, and slight gray streaks going through his hair. That wasn’t even the best part. The best part was what was around him.

Rope. Black strings of rope tying him to the chair, carving out each and every one of his muscles, put on by your lackeys, almost as if they knew. His beautiful pecs sitting there so pretty, almost calling out to you, and his legs spread wide open due to his unconscious state. You walked fully into the room, shutting and locking the doors behind you. You leaned on the table that sat in front of him, admiring his beauty. Once you were done undressing him with your eyes, you clenched your hand to get his blood flow to start moving faster, slowly waking him up.

“Hey there Tiger,” you said once his hypnotic, crimson red eyes finally fluttered open. He groaned in response. “Where the hell am I?” he asked, his low drowsy voice sending butterflies into your stomach. “Don’t worry, that won’t be a problem for you soon enough,” you responded, getting up from your lean to walk up closer to him. He squirmed around lightly in his bondage. “You’ve been a little thorn in Kingpin’s side for the past couple of weeks, haven’t you now?” “If thorn in his side means protecting the people of this city, then yeah I guess I have,” he said back, a little strained. You walked up behind him, one hand on his shoulder, and the other knitted into his hair, massaging his scalp. His eyes closed, soft sighs leaking from his lips as your fingers intertwined with his hair. “Mhm,” was all you responded with.

A quick whimper escaped him when you abruptly yanked his hair back so he could look you in the eyes. “That means you’ve been causing trouble for me too, Tiger.” His breathing was heavy as he stared up into your eyes. “So why don’t we just take care of this nice and quickly, hm?” You pushed his head back forward. 

“Would you mind elaborating on tha-.” He was quickly cut off with a groan as you attached your mouth to the crook of his neck, pressing warm kisses into it and light sucks. You made your way all along his neck to his collarbones, finding your way to sit on his lap in the meantime. You could feel his already rock hard cock underneath you. So he did plan this, you thought to yourself. You decided to play along into his little game. You separated your lips from his chest, wrapped your hand underneath the ropes, and yanked him up to you. “Your suit’s digital right? So you can control it with your thoughts?” you asked gently. He nodded. “Take it off.”

His facial expression didn’t budge. “Or what, huh?” You smirked. His expression quickly changed though when he felt his body getting hotter and hotter. It changed again, a strained whimper coming from him, when you yanked his hair backwards again. “Take. It. Off.” Next thing you knew, his tan skin was peaking out from where his suit used to be. The suit must have been a thin layer, because his bare cock underneath your ass now felt just as hard, if not harder, than before. 

You smiled at him. “Much better.” You grabbed his face, but instead of doing what he expected, which was to smash your faces together, you leaned in slowly to him, lips just barely grazing, before you pulled away again. You kept doing this, until he eventually started whining, even going as far as to reach his face forward to yours, getting a chuckle out of you. “Ay coño mamita, would you just get it over with already?” he whined. You smiled at him. “Paciencia querido, paciencia. Mal recompensa que más tarde.” You confirmed this with him once you lifted up your ass and dragged one of your hands to his cock, teasing the tip ever so slightly.

Though even that made his hips jerk forward into you. You stood up, leg on each outside of the chair, teasing at both his cock and his lips. His whines were driving you crazy as you edged him on. After getting tired of it all, the man was finally able to get a hold on your lips. Once he smushed them together with yours, hands still tied back to the chair, you didn’t reject it, and went all in. One hand on his cheek, the other at length, you slipped your tongue in between his lips. You quickly pulled away though when you felt a hard bite down on your tongue. You removed your hand from his penis quickly as you inspected your tongue. “¿Qué mierda?” you asked, agitated. “Ay, discúlpame. Pero no pude evitarlo,” he said, almost as if biting you was on instinct. You wiped your now bleeding tongue with your thumb, admiring the maroon liquid that you had grown attached to. You used your power to collect it all up into the air, elongating it into a stream of blood. 

You had noticed though, that the Spider-Man’s gaze was pinned on the the ichor. That’s right. The man was basically a vampire. Driven by an unnatural thirst for blood. It was something pulled right out of a 1930s horror movie. And right now you were tempting him, waving his food in front of his face. “You want it, hm?” His eyes didn’t even move away from it when he nodded. You let out a low chuckle, then released your clutch on it, letting the blood fall onto your lap. Once you see his eyes dart down to your thigh (him even going as far to reach his mouth down to it), you yank his bondage towards you and put a hand back down to his crotch, strongly twisting his balls. 

He grunts and moves his eyes back to your low eyes. “Only good boys get fed. Are you gonna be a good boy for me, Spider-Man?” He didn’t respond, probably out of embarrassment. You then give a cruel squeeze to his balls. “Ok, ok, ok, I will!” he yelped out. “You’ll what?” you teased, hands still squeezing. He sighed. “I’ll be a good boy for you, mommy.” You smiled. “I’m glad you feel that way.”

You connect your lips back to his, and he slips his tongue in almost right away to lick off the rest of your blood from your tongue. You slip off your underwear, and sit down on his cock, using one of your free hands to guide it into you. You both moaned into each other’s mouths as he entered you. You preferred to have teased him for a little longer, but to be honest, you were starting to get a little antsy for him too.

You thrusted, hard, onto his cock, making sure to get his tip onto all your sweet spots. He moved his mouth down your neck and collarbone, leaving sweet kisses and hickeys where his mouth once was. It took everything out of him to not sink his teeth into your neck. He even seems to make his way down to your chest, using the open boob window in your dress to stuff his face into your breasts, almost seeming to get lost in them as he motorboats you. It’s slightly immature, but you were too busy indulging in the ferocity of his cock to care, as he made your pussy his own. 

He eventually moves back up to your mouth. In between kisses, you manage to get out, “Why did you get caught.” “¿Qué quieres decir?” he sighs out. “I mean, I tried, ngh, to beat you. How did they catch you, and n-not me.” He takes a while for his answer, more focused on trying to figure out how to get himself further in you. “Because, I needed to see you again.” “Why?” “Your smell.”

You sighed into his mouth as a question. “You smell like blood. Overpowering. Intoxicating. Casi como un hechizo.” You pull away to look him in the eyes.

“I couldn’t just leave without knowing what your pussy feels like, mi reina.”

You chuckled a little bit. “Eres una puta.” He smirked. “Sólo por ti, mamita.”

You both were finally starting to reach your climaxes. He decided to take the fall and finish first. He let out groans, grunts, and whimpers as he came in your sweet pussy. Once he was finished, you let out your orgasm, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist and moaning into his bare chest for leverage. Once you both finished, you slowly remove yourself from him. You use your fingers to clean up and taste the mess below you by your dripping cunt. Miguel lets his suit come back onto him, his head leaning forward and panting. 

Realizing you can’t let him out, you clench your fist again to slow the movement of his blood, putting him back under. You fix your hair and press down on your outfit. But before leaving the room, you turn back to look at him. He looked so pretty sleeping there. You quickly walked up to him, and planted a deep, soft kiss into his scruffy cheek. 

As you left the room, you thought to yourself. You couldn’t kill him. You couldn’t finish the job. It would’ve been so easy to do it right here right now. You didn't even know his name. There was zero connection between the two of you, other than what just happened. This had never been a problem before. So why was it now?

Why?

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a/n: im so tired its currently 4 am i need sleep lmao im so tired i have got to stop going to bed at 3-5 am

[hypnos333]

Dreaming to little

1610 Miles Morales x Black reader

Synopsis: Miles will go back and forth to figure out where his Mj could be when your right in front of his face.

Miles has been getting the same dream for the past few days. Maybe this was his Mj but her face wasn’t so clear in his dream. All he really knew was they go to the same school as he do.

He also knows what your first words are to him “two souls are sometimes created together and in love before they’re even born” Those words he held onto so when you say it he knows that it’s you.

Meanwhile you on the other hand were in most of his classes with you long length curls, dark brown eyes and slightly curvy but skinny with a little fat.

You guys talk sometimes, mostly you giving him your notes when he wasn’t able to make it. And this was occasionally everyday. At the same time you have nothing better to do other than practicing for the girl soccer team. You were quite popular in Vision academy.

Miles might have a crush on you too. His constant staring was oblivious to you.

Tonight though it was difficult for miles the dream was in the same setting but with other students in a classroom. Usually it would be just you and Miles but now this seems like he’s gonna meet you sooner than he thought.

“Miss ___ can you explain to me what the book was about in chapter 8” The teacher asked you as your face was digged into the exact same book.

You sigh before standing up “Chapter 8 was about two souls are sometimes created together and in love before they’re even born” and just like that you sat back down in your seat.

For miles your face was still blurry and he couldn’t see you but your voice was so familiar to him.

The next day the exact thing happened in his dream happened today. This time he could actually see your face. And he couldn’t believe you were right in front of him this whole time.

Your voice was soothing and held confidence as the teacher nodded before moving to the next chapter.

He continued to stare at you gawking at how you were his. And you seemed to noticed because you turned around to face him before smiling and waving at him making him wave back. Not knowing he was smiling way too hard.

His crush was his Mj.

He did everything in the book secretly, he secretly put love letters in your locker. He saw your locker code in your notebook that he sneakily peaked in. He also left flowers and a teddy bear on your desk one time.

He could tell you loved the letters and gifts because on those days you would not stop smiling and held the gifts with pride and curiosity.

On Valentine’s he did something different. He made another love letter but on the back it peaks a treasure hunt that his friends helped him with.

The first quest was the english class where you said you first like and it contained a fairytale book that you so much loved and always wanted.

The second quest was the soccer field was contained with red and pink roses

The third quest was in your dorm with your favorite snacks

The last quest was on the roof top where Miles was in his Spiderman suit and was holding a pandora box. you gasp not believing what you were seeing. Miles slowly took off his mask.

He walked up to you as he took your hand into his. Her fingers slowly intertwined with his and suddenly Miles knew life made sense with you around.

“___ I know you’re too good for me but give me this chance and I promise you that I’ll forever treat you good. You are my Mj and I want you and only you. I can’t handle your rejection so please Mi Princesa. Mi estoy enamorando mucho de ti (I’m falling in love with you a lot)” he said.

Tears run down your face before hugging him “I love you too” you cried as he pulled out the expensive bracelet out the pandora box before putting it on your wrist.

“Your mines and i’m yours” he mumbled in her hair.

The stars sparkles through the night, and he knew everything was going alright.

[thetraingotsetonfireonmidnight]

Do u know the ”i chose my path you chose the way of a hero. And they found you amusing for a while…” etc tiktok sound. Or it’s from spiderman originally.

So. What if someone has a quirk that they can show the futute to class 1a and maybe all might. And they see y/n actually saying it to someone. Maybe deku?So he has turned to villain. What would class 1a/teachers think? And what would be the reason y/n did it?🫣

If you want to do character x reader you can choose who.

Interesting prompt! Hope this suits your needs:

𝔈𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔪𝔞

[Class 1-A x reader (no romance)]

Warning: mentions of blood and injury.

Enigma.

He was a mysterious villain that showed up out of no where years ago.

Many theorized that he was the man behind strange and sudden disappearances of random civilians. None of them had anything in common, but they were all killed in a similar fashion. Quick and painless.

More so you.

No one knew who he was or what kind of quirk he possessed, but what they did know was that he wanted Deku and you dead.

You were his main target.

You had to have body guards follow you around everywhere you went.

You were unable to attend your normal classes.

There had been multiple times in the last few weeks when you'd hear a loud bang and immediately duck to hide. You didn't wonder where the shooting was coming from, you knew it was Enigma, trying to take you out from wherever he hid.

The only person you had was Deku, as you two decided to stay close and support each other. It wasn't easy, but you both tried to be as positive as you could.

You'd often catch Deku muttering to himself possible theories as of to why you two could possibly be the main targets. If you had stopped villains that he had connections with, if there was something of yours he'd want...so many theories, not enough answers.

He never seemed to get anywhere.

Eventually, the pros caught Enigma. It was all over the news. Reporters immediately rushed to the scene to get answers. Everyone wanted an explanation.

Though students weren't authoritized to witness villain questioning, they made an exception for your class. You all stood safely behind pro heroes such as All Might, Aizawa, and Present Mic.

There he sat, tied up in a chair. Though he studied everyone in the room, he refused to make eye contact with you or Deku. Almost like he was disgusted by you.

Aizawa was the first one to speak, "Do you want to try to explain yourself?"

Enigma stayed silent.

Beside you, Iida stepped forward, "Are you not going to say anything? You can't back out now! Explain why you tried to kill my classmates!"

"It's not about what they've done." His voice was low and gravely. He spoke quietly, yet that one sentence alone managed to silence everyone.

Ochaco tried to calm Iida down, but all it did was fire him up more, "You've stalked them, terrorized them, and tried to murder them, yet when confronted you can't at least speak to them? Explain yourself villain! What could they possibly have done to deserve this?!"

"You are all doomed if you don't let me kill them...doomed, I tell you."

Enigma didn't respond.

"Why would we be doomed?" Aizawa's voice was calm. He didn't seem to take Enigma's words seriously.

"Yeah, is there something we don't know?" Present Mic pushed.

Aizawa tried a different approach, "What's your quirk?"

"Honest eye...whenever I look at someone, I know exactly who they are and what they'll become."

"Is that why you kill?"

"You should thank me. I cleared out the majority of potential future villains."

If Enigma only killed people who would grow to become terrible people, then...

A chill ran down your spine. Could it really have been true? Had this man been saving everyone?

There had been a popular question that had always been debated; If you could go back in time and kill an evil person while they were just a baby, would you?

The whole idea behind it was that there was no real right answer.

Some saying they would to save everyone.

Some saying they wouldn't because they fear the consequences it could bring.

Thankfully, no one ever had to think about it for too long because it was impossible to do. No one ever had to make that decision.

But Enigma did.

He faced that decision everytime he looked at someone.

You wondered what his victims would've grown up to do had he not stopped them.

Had he made the right choice?

As you wondered about his past targets, you began to wonder about yourself.

"You're doomed," Enigma sang, "doomed, doomed, doomed."

"What did you see in your vision?" Aizawa asked. For the first time during this whole questioning, your mentor actually seemed...slightly worried.

"Cities destroyed. Lives lost. All at the hands of two of your students."

"Young Y/N and Midoryia?" All Might gasped. "No, that's impossible."

A few chuckles were heard, followed by amused whispers.

"Oh please, as if Deku could do any of that." Bakugou scoffed, "He'd break all of his bones, blow up, and die before he'd ever get the chance to kill anyone."

"Very helpful, Kacchan." Deku muttered.

"Do you think this is a joke?"

Everyone went silent.

"Do you think this is funny? The sights I've seen? Oh yes, let's laugh at the crazy man. None of you ever listen." Enigma writhed in his seat, "Let's see if you all start laughing once you see this."

A giant eye materialized before you. Aizawa went to use his quirk, but All Might stopped him.

"Look..."

The eye blinked, and inside you could all see a vision. Enigma's vision.

You circled him, looking at him as if he were a kicked puppy, "Oh get up, Deku. Don't tell me you're already tapped out."

Crumbling buildings, foggy skies. At the center of this horror landscape, lied you and Deku.

Deku sat, his back rested against a rock. He held onto his side in pain, blood spilling from between his fingers as he tried to even out his breathing.

Deku tried to stand on his wobbly feet, his breaths short and shallow. "It's not too late to change. You don't have to keep doing this."

"I chose my path and you chose yours. There's no going back. Why do you even bother? Isn't it tiring always having to be the good guy?" You swept a foot underneath Deku's, and he fell to the floor. "Poor little hero...all alone... with no love or support. The people you're saving aren't even greatful."

"You don't know that."

"Oh but I do. I'm sure your fans found you amusing for awhile...but the one thing they love more than a hero, is to see a hero fall."

"That's not true–" You kicked him in the stomach.

"You've seen how quickly the crowd turns against the heroes. How easily their minds can be changed. What makes you the exception?" You kneeled down, grabbing a fistful of Deku's messy hair. You lifted his head, staring him dead in the eyes, "In spite of everything you've done for them, eventually they'll hate you. Remember that." You dropped his head, letting it land against the cement.

You stepped away, off to who knows where before Deku spoke up, "Will the League...really...make things better?"

You smiled, "Of course."

"I'm in."

The vision ended.

Silence.

"Not so funny now, is it?" Enigma laughed. And he laughed. And he laughed. And he laughed so loud that it was all you could focus on.

You don't remember being pushed out of the room.

You don't remember all of your friends arguing about whether or not the vision was true.

You don't remember Deku avoiding you for the rest of the day.

You just remember Enigma's laughs,

And his promises of the inevitable doom you would bring.

[sukunasun]

I am OBSESSED with Spider-Man Suguru …. YOUR MIND

he's such an ominous figure when he's got the mask on but turns into a nerdy grump when he takes it off. kinda wanna see him in thick-rimmed glasses and sweatpants, lazing around and recuperating from his latest mission. sleep deprived and a little weary, the languid motion of him tossing and turning in a creaky bed made up of duvets and pillows he's stacked strategically, covers pulled over the bird nest atop his head. doesn't want to think about detangling on his off day.

but you like the suit. always had. in another life, you see him crouched on a rooftop, silhouette highlighted by a neon sign, rain pelting against him. how menacing. suguru's got angst brooding within him. withholding the chance to move on, or rather he doesn't intend to. so what if he's become obsessive, talking to screens and dreaming about you. modeling his holographic companions after your figure, your face, your voice. spent forever getting it just right. coding a line or two or a hundred and changing the input repeatedly. the first draft appears before him then. not too nice, not too mean. perfection glowing before him with the same smile you wear, flittering over his shoulder, snuggled up to his cheek, fitting in the crook of his palm as you give him updates on everything. "they're having a sale at the supermarket," says virtual assistant you, and he actually does make a trip there. buying himself a nice box of stock for dinner before he realizes that it's the first time he's actually made himself a meal. a year late but still, it's better than takeout or vending machine natto.

although, he would still prefer a tangible, physical you that isn't made up of glitching pixels. to caress skin and flesh, kiss the very breath from you and feel it graze his own lips. puffing out gasping cries and guttural moans, exhaling his name in exaltation, he'll swallow them up.

he's had a bad day. you can tell because he's abandoned the hot meal and even hotter shower for this. storming towards you with heavy steps and his heavy breaths puffing through his mask. why should you fear spiderman. hero, and saviour of the world. that he's been teasing you, taunting you. so what if he's got your wrists tied up around a tangle of webs. only after he's pulled from you a scream and the third orgasm of that night do you wonder.

spandex serves its purpose when it's hugging muscled arms so strong, bending and straining tight as he cages in, looms above you, his weight steady you can't help but to surrender to how good the pressure feels. the tilt of his head is condescending, enough to show you he isn't impressed, "you made a mess," suguru doesn't even try to be sympathetic. merely stating it as if it was all your fault for squirting all over his oh-so-precious suit. you'd question him on the occasion at hand, he'd been the one who wanted you to come undone on his dick.

legs locked tight behind him, his cock slides in just that bit further, deeper. a surprised squeal slipping past your lips. "easy now," you used to tease whenever he's gotten too eager, too hungry. but you're at a loss for words when the roles are reversed here. especially when the sharp point of his fangs skim over a patch of skin he's come to know as one of your most sensitive spots. right where it won't hurt you too much, he determines where they should sink in and leave behind no more than two perfectly formed puncture wounds, no bruising, no blood. well, maybe just a little, the iron tang he laps at is addictive. is alive.

[worldfullofash]

Peter Parker as your boyfriend

I wrote this with Tasm!peter parker in mind, but it works for any Peter i think

He’s just a fool for you

No literally, his pick up line (if you can even call it that…) was him asking you to hang out while stuttering and scratching the back of his head

But it worked!!!

He still gets tongue tied around you sometimes, but he’s still his cocky self

Strangers to friends to lovers

He definitely would pump his fist in the air after he successfully asked you out

Peter getting ready for your first date includes; Peter trying to ‘fix’ his brown hair, Peter borrowing his uncle’s cologne (imma cry one sec), Peter looking in the mirror a 100 times to make sure he looks good enough and May trying to reassure a nervous Peter

This guy actually loves going to a simple food stand with you. I have a feeling he’d dislike fancy restaurants

His protective side tells him he shouldn’t tell you he’s Spiderman

He wants to keep you out of the dangerous situations he’s in. But he’s also afraid that you disapprove of his vigilante life and leave him

You obv figure out he is Spiderman before he tells you. Probably before you were even dating

Cause you’re smart and he’s not good at hiding it-

You would probably walk in on him changing out of his suit. The look on his face is priceless when you barely react

^^^^ for scientific purposes this was the face

“What?!! You already knew?? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I wanted you to tell me when you were ready, Peter and besides you’re not subtle!”

Buying a first aid kit and learning how to treat wounds for when he’s injured (Cause that’s definitely not basic knowledge💀)

He makes you promise that you will call when you need him

It doesn’t matter where you are he will be there if you asked him to

Rooftop dates

Peter wants you to feel loved. He wants you to know how much you mean to him. You will be knocked over with compliments from him

Kisses, kisses, kisses, oh and did i forget to say kisses???

He’s better at showing his love with actions than with words

If you ask for a hug? You didn’t even finish your question and Peter already has his arms around you.

You look like you need a hug? He won’t hesitate to ask you if you need one

He just wants to be close to you? Peter uses his long ass legs to strut his way over to you

He stares at you with a lovesick smile all the time

“What?”

“Nothing, i just want to look at your beautiful face”

Peter is the type of guy to ramble about his interests to you. It will mean the world to him if you’ll listen. And if you want him to listen to your ramblings? He will. Even if it’s not something that peaks his interest. If it makes you happy, he is happy too

You and May would have a lovely bond. She is protective of you and cares for your well-being. Imagine waiting for Peter to finish getting ready for your date. While waiting downstairs you’re just chatting with may. Peter is finally ready to go, but now he has to wait for you to finish your conversation. He doesn’t mind of course. He loves it that his two favorite people are getting along

Imagine May talking about you to Peter after you first visited his house. She’ll definitely call you beautiful >>>>

Peter asks May for dating advice

May comforts and advises him after you had an argument :,(

A long story short: I desperately need a Peter Parker in my life

[spiderculechronicals]

Since Wade has been in this universe a year and a half ahead of Peter 3 (and 2), he's gotten himself settled and will go on patrol from time to time in a Spidey-approved fashion, but with his own style. So he kinda takes the lead on this patrol with Peter 2, at least in directing where to go.

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Meanwhile, Wade and Peter 2 were down in the industrial zone scoping out Wade’s property there, when they ran into a bit of trouble. Peter 2 alerted to danger, shouting at Wade to get down while leaping impressively high into the air in a flip as a spray of bullets tore across where they’d been standing. Wade cursed and cut through the web patch over his live gun with a small knife, firing at the tires of the vehicle the shots came from, successfully blowing them out. Peter 2 gasped, noting the bullet holes in Wade’s suit.

“… You’re hit!”

“Wait, did you miss the memo on my healing factor? This is nothing! Worry about yourself…!” Wade shooed him away as the gunmen got out of the car.

Peter 2 jumped and dodged the fire again, this time firing off several webs at the attackers, grabbing the strings and yanking hard, pulling the weapons out of their hands and flinging them away. “Alright, that’s enough…”

Wade gasped and stood up out of his fighting stance, watching with admiration as Peter 2 advanced on the disarmed gunmen, webbing their arms together and their feet to the ground while lecturing them on their stupid life choices.

Peter 2 put his hands on his hips, “Anything to say for yourselves?”

“You sound like my dad…”

“Tell your mom I said hi.” Peter 2 patted the young-sounding attacker on the head. “These webs’ll hold for two hours. So. Want me to call this in, orrr… leave you to fate?”

Wade was off to the side cackling at the your mom joke. “No, but, seriously, who the fuck sent you absolute wet noodles? Someone who wanted you to die? Because if Webs weren’t here, I can’t say you wouldn’t be missing some limbs… sorry, Spidey. I’ve gotten good at tourniquets! They usually survive!”

Peter 2 sighed expressively and rolled his eyes.

Wade giggled and walked up to the immobilized guys, yanking off any hats and facemasks. “Oh fuck me sideways!! I know who you are, Alexi Petrovich. Are you little shits working for motherfucking Zelensky? The Parking Lot price gouger? That petty fuck? Dude… did I miss a security cam or did some greasy little rat call it in? I kinda thought he had underground ties but, shit. This is like… this is like on the level of, oh what was that movie? Where the fuckwit gangsters just stole a bunch of parking meters and then they had to figure out how to break them open, for literal quarters? Ha! There was like, a tiger in it… man! I forget. Anyway, fun times. Except probably for the tiger. Okay, so here’s the sich: Whoever sent you on this mission did not give a flying fuck if you made it back intact.” Wade helped to illustrate this point by drawing one of his katanas. “And I’m the safe option, bitches. Spidey, wanna give them a cute little demo? Please please…?”

Peter 2 sighed again and shrugged, walking over to the abandoned van. “… Oh hey maybe get out real quick?” He said to the driver, who had been huddled in his seat the whole time. “Thanks…” Once the van was empty he picked it up and casually walked it to the side of the street, then slammed it down. He pulled off one of the doors and bent it in half.

“Nice! … Very very nice, okay I think they have the idea.”

The trapped men shouted in surprise at the feat of strength, the one identified as Alexi actually starting to cry.

“Oh no Lexi don’t cry…! Spidey you made him cry… come over and apologize for scaring him.” Wade said in an overly dramatic way, reaching out to squish Alexi’s cheeks.

Peter 2 cocked his head then walked over, not sure what Wade was going for with this. “Umm? Okay… hey, Hi…! Alexi? Hi, I’m Spiderman. I know what I just did was pretty scary, but just so you know, I don’t really want to hurt people. Okay? Even though you shot at me.” He crouched down and spoke in a gentle comforting voice. “Sounds like maybe you got mixed up in something a bit over your head. But… I gotta say. You were kinda expecting for those bullets to work…? And then you’d just… drive away? Leaving somebody bleeding on the sidewalk? And that’s okay with you…?”

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry… I was aiming at your feet the whole time, I swear…”

“Aahh, don’t gimmie that, Lex! I pulled you off a job last month and you had the same sob story. What the fuck gives?” Wade snorted. “Good cop, bad cop- I’m the bad cop.” He whispered quickly as an aside.

“… ah.” Peter 2 fell back.

“So you chucklefucks were given a description of your targets, clearly- two well-muscled hotties in red bodysuits, with a height difference- and Lexi here doesn’t fucking recognize Deadpool? Lexi, you saw me get stabbed in the neck and shrug it off, my guy, my sweet angel muffin… and you’re crying? Hahahaha… oh baby baby. You’re in such deep shit right now.” Wade snorted with glee.

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(Agh, they end up taking this Alexi guy away because Peter 2 correctly identifies that he's gonna get killed otherwise, and now I have to deal with that.)

[springsteenicious]

Halloween, 1997

I said I was writing something and here it is! This is Halloween at the Burkhart-Hyde-Lawrence household after the events of Poems For Ivy. Not really any spoilers for people who haven't finished reading, not that there's much to spoil in the first place. But read at your own risk, I guess.

Word count: 1,859

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October 31st, 1997

The Burkhart-Hyde-Lawrence household was filled to the brim with people. Jackie and Hyde had been talked into hosting a big Halloween party this year. Everyone was dressed up. 

Hyde came up behind Jackie, who was arranging a snack tray at the kitchen counter. He slipped his hands over her hips and she turned to look at him. “Steven.” 

“Couldn’t resist. You look great in this dress.” 

She spun in his arms, placing her hands on his lapels. “Not as good as you in this suit.” 

This year, they’d decided to do The Addams Family. Jackie was Morticia, Hyde was Gomez, and Peter was Fester. That had been the easiest choice after the kids suggested a family costume. Ivy was Wednesday and Mickey was Pugsley. James had insisted on being Elmo. Ivy's friends wanted to match her, so Nico was going as Grandmama and Betsy was going as Lurch.

Hyde lifted Jackie’s hand to his lips, and pressed kisses into her arm all the way down to her shoulder, mimicking Gomez. Jackie giggled and kissed him for real. 

“Really embodying the spirit of Gomez and Morticia, huh?” Donna said as she and Forman walked in. The two of them were Spiderman and Mary Jane. 

“Of course we are. We’re a married couple, just like them,” Jackie said. "And just as madly in love." 

"Not true, no one can match them," Peter said as he came in. "The children have sent me to get more candy."

"You really couldn't wear a bald cap? You barely look like Fester," Forman said. 

Peter put a protective hand over his hair, which was tied up in a bun. "I spent four years growing this out, and I haven't started going bald yet. You can't make me cover it up with a bald cap." 

"And how dare you say Steven and I don't love each other as much as Gomez and Morticia? We fought for this," Jackie said. 

"Steven's not a Gomez, plain and simple," Peter said, pouring candy into a bowl. "He's too cool to really embrace the lifestyle." 

"I'll accept that," Hyde said. 

Angie walked in with Brooke and Kelso. "We need pop rocks!" Kelso said, immediately rifling through the candy stash. He and Brooke were Roger and Jessica Rabbit, though Brooke's dress was much less revealing than the one in the movie. Angie was technically Cousin Itt, because Peter had wanted her to join their family costume, but she hadn't put much effort in. 

"Why pop rocks?" Forman asked. 

"He thinks it'll make his stomach explode," Brooke said. 

"Well, that's stupid," Hyde said. He took the candy bowl from Peter. "I'll take this to the kids." 

"I'll come with you," Jackie said, the snack tray in her hands. The two of them went into the living room, where Nico was telling the younger kids a scary story. Betsy was signing along for Tommy, who was dressed as a clown and sitting close to Mickey. Ruth and Luke were huddled close on either side of James, all in their Sesame Street costumes. 

"The boy pulled open the curtains, letting the light of the full moon into the dark room. The man yelled at him to close them, but it was too late! He began to grow claws, fur sprouting all over his body as he transformed. Next thing the boy knew, he was face to face with a werewolf!" Nico said. "The boy backed up against the wall, hoping the wolf wouldn't see him. The wolf growled, then turned and pounced on the boy!" Nico tackled Ivy onto the ground. 

"Oh, screw you!" Ivy said, pushing him off. Nico just laughed. 

"That was so scary, Nico!" James said. 

"No, it was totally lame," Mickey said. Tommy nodded.

"We have snacks and candy if you guys want it," Jackie said, putting her snack tray on the coffee table. Hyde put the candy bowl down next to it. 

"And Eddie and Keegan are coming soon, so if you want to scare them make sure you've got a creepy spider story," Hyde said. 

Ivy pulled out a plastic bag of fake spiders. "I was already planning to throw these at Eddie throughout the night." 

"That's my girl." The doorbell rang. "That's probably them. Spiders ready." Hyde went to open the door, revealing Eddie and Keegan. Keegan was a werewolf and Eddie was a vampire. 

"Hey, man. We brought candy and some temporary tattoos for the kids," Keegan said. Eddie rolled up his sleeve, revealing a temporary tattoo of a jack-o-lantern. 

"Cool. Come on in." Hyde let them in, closing the door behind them. Once the door was closed, Ivy launched her first spider, landing squarely in Eddie's hair. Eddie shrieked and jumped, swatting it away from himself. 

Keegan laughed, picking it up off the ground. "It's just rubber, babe." 

"How was I supposed to know that?" Eddie said, hitting it out of Keegan's hand when he dangled it near Eddie's face. He pointed at Ivy. "I'll get you back, Burkhart." 

"I doubt it," Ivy said, rejoining Nico on the couch. 

"All right," Donna said, entering the living room. "If we want to go trick-or-treating, we should head out now. Who's coming?" 

"We are!" James, Ruth and Luke chorused, running over to get their bags. 

Mickey and Tommy got up too, trying not to look as excited. Hyde thought the pre-teen reluctance was stupid, but he understood. Ivy, Nico and Betsy weren't going this year, choosing to watch scary movies instead. 

James hugged Hyde and Jackie goodbye, then set off with Forman, Donna, Brooke and Kelso to get candy. 

Peter walked into the living room, arms full of VHS tapes. "Okay, I have Poltergeist, Creepshow, Killer Klowns From Outer Space, and A Nightmare On Elm Street. Take your pick." 

"What's the scariest?" Ivy asked. 

Peter looked at Angie. She looked at the tapes again and said, "Either Poltergeist or Elm Street." 

Ivy and Betsy did a quick rock-paper-scissors. Ivy won, and picked A Nightmare On Elm Street. Peter put it on as the three of them got comfortable on the couch together. 

The adults gathered in the kitchen, leaving the teens to watch their movie in peace. Peter said, "I think there's something going on between Ivy and Nico. They're sitting very close together on the couch." 

Jackie sidled up close to Hyde. "Remember Halloween 1979? When we saw Alien at the drive-in?" 

"Yeah, you were so scared you barely watched the movie," Hyde said, laughing. "You were too busy hiding your face in my shoulder." Jackie giggled, kissing the side of his face. "God, I can't believe Ivy is almost as old as you were when that happened." 

"I know, right?" Jackie said. "Thank God she's had better dating experiences than I had at her age." 

Peter laughed. "You mean none?" 

"Better than being cheated on," Jackie said. "Maybe Nico will be her Steven." 

"I hope not," Hyde said. "If she gets pregnant at nineteen, I'll have a heart attack." 

"Who's getting pregnant?" Betsy asked as she walked in. She went to the fridge to grab some sodas. 

"No one," Angie said. "Steven's just being weird." 

"Like always," Betsy said, popping open her Tab. "I came in to take a break from third wheeling. I know they love me, but it's awkward since they won't say they like each other. I don't want to be around their weird cuddling all the time."

"So it's not official?" Eddie asked. 

"Nope," Betsy said. "It's annoying for everyone. But me and Tommy have a bet. I say they'll get together before her birthday in November, Tommy thinks not until the end of the year." 

"Let's hope you win," Jackie said. 

Betsy grinned and nodded. She took another sip of her Tab. "I should get back to it. Thanks for having this party, Mr. and Mrs. Hyde." She gave them a thumbs up on her way back to the living room. A moment later, they heard Betsy shout, "I won!" 

Hyde chuckled. "Good for them." 

Eddie laughed suddenly. "Who knew Wednesday and Grandma would end up together? That's a pretty incestuous turn for the Addams Family." 

"Gross, Eddie," Keegan said. 

The six of them ended up playing card games and eating candy while the kids finished the movie. The younger kids came back from trick-or-treating around the time the movie got over. Ivy, Nico, and Betsy helped the kids count their candy, then it was time for bed. 

Donna and Forman gathered all of Ruth and Luke's candy, then said their goodbyes. The Kelsos packed up as well, and Betsy was signing to Tommy what had happened between Ivy and Nico before they were even out the door. Eddie and Keegan left a bit later, after Ivy had thrown a couple more spiders at Eddie. 

Angie had decided to stay the night, so she went to put James to bed. Mickey went to bed as well, and Peter went downstairs with her to say goodnight. Ivy stayed to help Jackie and Hyde clean up. 

Hyde exchanged a look with Jackie. Jackie took the leap. "So… What's going on with you and Nico?" 

Ivy turned red. "Um… We kissed. I've liked him for a while now, but I never said anything. He asked me out tonight." 

Jackie hugged her. "I'm happy for you, sweetheart. Make sure he treats you well. If he cheats on you, I'll have to kill him." 

Ivy frowned at her. "You never killed dad for cheating." 

"Nah, she just ignored me for months on end and didn't tell me I was gonna have a daughter," Hyde said. "Which is perfectly fair." 

"And you should have much more self-respect than I did at your age," Jackie said. "When I was almost seventeen, I was still dating Michael." 

"Gross," Ivy said. 

"I thought so too," Hyde said. Jackie gave him a look. "What? It was gross. Especially after Veteran's Day." 

Jackie grinned. "You were jealous! Oh my God!" 

Hyde rolled his eyes and looked at Ivy. "I hope you're more aware than your mother apparently is." 

Ivy laughed. "I think I am." 

"What do you mean by that?" Jackie asked, looking offended. 

"Why is it surprising that he was jealous? You guys are married now, of course he'd be jealous of the guy you were dating," Ivy said. 

"This was before we actually got together, and he told me he didn't feel anything after our first kiss, so I assumed he didn't like me until we actually started dating," Jackie said. 

"Your life is so complicated," Ivy said. "I hope none of that happens with me and Nico." 

"You're way smarter than we were, so I think you'll be fine," Hyde said. "As long as he doesn't cheat on you and you're being safe, you'll be fine." 

Ivy nodded, blushing again. "Don't worry, I definitely learned my lesson about teen pregnancy." 

"Good," Jackie said. "Still, I love you more than anything else in the whole world." Jackie hugged her again. 

"Love you too, mom." 

Jackie opened one arm to tug Hyde into the hug. "You're the best thing that ever happened to me, Vie." 

"Thanks, dad."

[buriedinsand9]

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thirty four

miles morales x hispanic!reader

summary ✧.* you hear a loud crash outside of your window of your apartments fire escape. you find yourself face to face with spiderman, he asks you to help him with his wounds. you help the hero and you feel create sort of connection.

genre ✧.* (strangers to friends to lovers, sorta a low burn ig?)

warnings ✧.* - ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌ you stand up and walk over to where the crash was heard. "hello? is someone there?" you say again, a bit quieter. its a bit dark, so its hard to see the person. the figure get up and you can easily decipher that its spiderman. "what a coincidence." you think. he turns to you. "oh hey! sorry to uh.. crash in to the roof like this." he gets up, dusting off his suit. "its-its okay. are you okay tho?" you ask with a light chuckle. "yeah no im- im good. i just finished you know.. fighting villains. saving new york.. the usual!" he says, sort of with a nervous tone. "its a little cold out here.. you mind letting me borrow a jacket of yours?" he asks holding his arm. "oh yeah sure, come with me."

you lead him to the blankets on the floor and you rummage through your bag. you pull out a pink jacket that says "putillas '95!" its a jacket you borrowed from your mom, or well she gave it to you. you give it to spiderman. he takes the jacket and starts reading the back "pu-ti-llas?" he asks with a light chuckle. "its my moms, i know its uh.. questionable." you both laugh together. he asks about any recent pictures you've taken, you show him all the photos you've taken in the past week. you bond over the photos for a while.

"how are you so casual to hangout with me?" you ask him, as you both sit at the edge of the roof. his masks eyes widen. "well im not sure i mean, your cool and i know you havent really said anythin but our last uh meet. so i think i could just trust you overall wit' it." he says, looking over the city. you furrow your brows, confused on how exactly he knew you werent saying anything, then again he is spiderman. he doesnt really need an excuse..

you both fall silent. hearing the city sounds, the silent night. he looks over to you, almost admiring you. he looks at your facial features, at your hair, your style, he looks at you. miles, not spiderman, miles notices how genuinely pretty and beautiful you are. he blushes under his mask. "its a little late now, i should probably get goin." he says, fiddling with his fingers. "oh, alright." you look at him, he looks at you. you both look at each other for a little too much then you should. he shakes his head, noticing hes staring a little too much, "uh- yeah.. ill see you around?" he says, the nervous tone comes back. "yeah- yeah no ill see you." you smile at him.

he swings to another building. you watch him closely, taking your camera and snapping a picture of him swinging. you look at the picture and smile a little. you notice your smile and shake it off. i look over to where he was last swinging at, hes gone. you look back at your camera, his photo. you pack everything up and go back into your room, entering from your window. you lay in your bed, you sigh. you drift into your thoughts "why is spiderman so casual with me? does he know me? is he someone i know personally? maybe he goes to my school.. but everyones so lame? well, except emilia, josh is okay, taylor, and miles. miles. miles had the same injury as spiderman.. wait no- wait." you stop thinking. you turn over and try to fall asleep. "is miles spiderman?" your eyes open as that one final thought pops into your head. "is miles spiderman?" a/n: took me a while to post this dont know why, tumblr was not workin w me but here it isss i got it t for yall

[inkymono]

SPOILERS FOR ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE:

My consipracy theory/prediction for beyond the spider verse is that Miguel O'Hara's backstory is full of shit and he deliberately broke canon in a different universe by killing the Miguel that was there and taking his place (not that he randomly died, bc what a lousy lie). Also, I believe the Miguel that Spiderman 2099 killed was the spiderman in that reality, causing the world to collapse after his death.

Reasons:

1. Miguel says that he found another universe where the Miguel in that reality was going to die, went to the moment of his death, and then took his place... huh???? How did he find a universe where he was able to predict that Miguel was going to die if it wasn't a canon event? Alternatively, if the Miguel in that world was already dead then he wouldn't have been able to switch places with him because people don't usually respond well when people they believed to be dead come back to life. Also, hypothetically if he was able to predict that the alt Miguel was going to die and when, it's still kind of f-ed up to watch him die (not help), take and dipose of his body, and then steal the dead man's family. It's almost worse than murder.

2. In the scene where Miguel is carrying his daughter away from the collapse, Peter B Parker and other citizens are there, but guess who isn't? That world's spider man!! Conviently nowhere to be seen during a world ending catastrophe (because Miguel killed him earlier).

3. It explains why Miguel is so personally upset with Miles's existence- Miles is someone who wasn't supposed to be spiderman and killed (kinda) and successfully took the place of the old spiderman which is exactly what Miguel wanted to do and failed.

Other things I've noticed:

1. Kingpin from the first movie and Miguel O'Hara have the same plot. They both lost their family and will stop at nothing to get them back through interdimensional travel. Goes really well with the theme of repetition in ASTV.

2. The vials that Miguel injects himself with look slightly different from each other, maybe they're filled with spider venom from different dimensions? It would explain how he has his super speed in the first scene with Gwen but not in the chase scene with Miles (where an adult man in slippers carrying a baby is moving faster than him) because it's not a feature of his suit but a temporary power from a spider bite. Is this a stretch? Yes, but it ties into my theory that Miguel created the collection of Spidermen to find one with an ability capable of bringing back his family so I'm sticking to it. (Also we know he's a bitey vampire so I think his bite gives him the powers of whoever he bites)

Just putting it here so I can either feel super smart or super dumb when the next movie comes out 💖💖