#yandere spider punk

[mango-bango-bby]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Spiderverse ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Hobie Brown ➸ ♡

Miguel O’Hara ➸ ♡

Peter B. Parker ➸ ♡

(I’m only writing for a few characters at the moment, but I might add more!!)

[cosmosluckycharms]

Bug Like Angel

Till you tell me to leave

As you made your way to the living room, you looked at the long, gothic walls.

You saw all the family portraits.

The same ones you'd been forced to take.

In all the pictures you were in, you had a completely different style than the others

Damian was always telling you to dress a sort of way, just so you could be left out.

Ouch.

It got to a point that Bruce had assumed you were doing this on purpose, just to get attention.

So, he stopped bringing you to get the portraits done.

Thinking about that made you pissed, so you decided to put your mind to something else.

You couldn't wait to get the movie night over with, you could probably sneak away near the end and go a someone else's universe.

You calmed yourself down so the others didn't get suspicious and made your way to the living room.

You saw everyone sitting down, except for Dick, who was probably in the kitchen, getting snacks.

Everyone was talking and not noticing you, you were glad.

As soon as you turned around and were about to make your way back to your room, you heard it.

"Birdie!"

Dick.

You turned around on your heel, your spidey senses helping you dodge Dicks bear hug.

You saw how for a split second he had a slight face of shock, his blue eyes widening.

He put his hands on his hips. "And where do you think you're going?"

You tried your hardest to put on a poker face. You didn't want him to know you were slightly intimidated by him.

Sure, you weren't scared, or terrified, as you once were.

You were stronger now, everyone knew that, but now you didn't have the comfort of your friends to keep you grounded and safe.

"I, uhm, went to get a bottle of water. I'm thirsty." you lied through your teeth, you just wanted to get away from them.

Dick raised an eyebrow "From where? I just got back from the kitchen."

"From my mini fridge." you weren't exactly lying, you did have a mini fridge from years ago when you decided you didn't want to burden everyone by getting necessities like food and water.

His eyes lit up as if he just had a lightbulb moment. "Don't you think all those snacks and drinks are expired by now? We could go to get some more together!"

"No thanks." you shut it down before he got any ideas "I like going shopping by myself."

Before Dick could protest, you heard Tim's voice.

"Can you guys shut up and sit down?" he was clearly annoyed.

Before you knew it, Dick dragged towards the couch, patting the seat next to him.

You pretended to not notice him patting the seat and made your way towards the seat at the end of the couch.

You hesitated to sit down there, you weren't used to being invited to family hangouts.

You could feel everyone's judgemental stares towards you, you knew basically everyone but Dick and Bruce still didn't want you around.

You sat down by yourself while everyone was huddled up together.

You glanced at Dick and saw how saddened he looked that you didn't sit with him.

You could almost feel bad for him.

"Time to choose the movie." Alfred placed the remote on the glass table, and before you knew it everyone but Bruce, Alfred, and you were fighting with the controller, pushing, pulling, and punching.

You could almost laugh at how silly this was.

You almost felt like part of the family

Bruce watched as you had a sad smile on your face, and got an idea.

"Let Y/N get a chance to choose this time."

Suddenly everyone that was fighting froze in place. You suppressed a chuckle at how stupid it was.

Jason begrudgingly passed you the controller, somewhat aggressively.

You started scrolling through the movies trying to find one to watch.

You could hear the others whispering to each other, obviously a little mad they didn't get to choose.

You got nervous and took a minute or two picking one.

Everyone was getting impatient.

You finally found the movie you had been wanting to watch for a while.

One that you never got to finish.

Scary movie.

Literally, that's the name.

You clicked on it, and all the memories flooded back.

You and the other spider kids decided to sneak out to the movies.

You were walking towards the entrance of the theater, holding Peni's hand.

Gwen was holding hands with an obviously smitten Miles.

Pav was secretly taking a picture of them.

It was so cute how he had a crush on his own girlfriend!

Peni was holding your hand, and holding Margos in her other hand.

You had Bruce's credit card in your purse, which also had a bunch of snacks you were gonna sneak in.

Hobie was standing next to you.

You and he had yet again raided a 7/11, this time you hid the snacks in his hair.

Every time he took a step or slightly moved, you could hear the crinkles and crackles of the snack bags in his hair.

You tried not to laugh when you both made your way past the ticket booth and security.

While the others were discussing what they thought the movie was gonna be about, they felt a strange silence.

One that was only there for around 15 seconds.

One that was usually filled with laughter and joy.

Peni looked confused for a moment before asking, "Where did Y/N go?"

Before you knew it, everyone started scattering around looking for you.

Hobie and Pavitr both looked inside some of the theaters, maybe you snuck into a theater?

You weren't there, so they kept looking.

Margo and Peni were looking in the security cams, only for them to be broken because a certain someone (Hobie) 'accidentally' webbed them in a penis shape.

Gwen and Miles looked in the parking lot, maybe you went to get something from the car?

They all decided to meet up together to find you.

As soon as they got to the lobby, they found you buying all the overly expensive snacks and giving them away to other families.

Peni ran to you and tackled you in a hug "Y/N!" her tackle somehow managed to throw you onto the ground

You hugged her back, slightly confused "Hey guys!"

Margo offered you your hand "We were so worried about you!"

"Why? I was gone for like, two minutes!" you chuckled, taking her hand

Gwen dusted off a piece of chocolate from your cheek, presumably from a chocolate bar you had around half an hour ago "I swear, we need to put a harness on you!"

"Oh c'mon, don't you guys think it was a little overkill to go around panicking looking for me?" you playfully punched the side of gwens shoulder, smirking

"One time we thought you went missing for a week only for you to be on an earth no one is allowed in and somehow made a horse army?" Miles crossed his arms in a way that sort of reminded you of his mom.

Pavitr nodded "One time you didn't reply to any of us for a month because your phone was dead and you lost the charger, and you also lost your watch somehow, so you were literally off the grid"

"One time we were at the mall and I turned around for a minute and somehow we found you across the mall at a petstore." Gwen added

"This is my life and y'all are just living in it." you dramatically put your hands on your hips, which made Peni giggle.

"Just to let you guys know, the movie starts in like, 3 minutes and we haven't made it to our seats." Margo pulled up the tickets from her pocket

You all looked at each other and booked it to your seats.

You all made it just in time, the trailers had just ended.

The movie was good, but what made it great was all your friends around you.

Hobie was asleep, his legs leaning on the chair in front of him.

Peni had her head on your shoulder, watching the movie.

Miles and Gwen were playfully throwing popcorn at each other and Margo was the only one 100% focused on the movie.

After that, it was all a blur.

All you can remember is an anomaly coming in and wrecking everything.

You and the others had to fight off the anomaly together, and secretly bring it to the society without the spider parents knowing.

Unfortunately, that meant you never got to finish the movie.

You smiled at the memory, which surprised the others because a jumpscare had just happened.

"L/N, why are you smiling?" Damian asked, his green eyes squinting at you.

"Nothing, I just remembered something funny. Also, I don't use L/N anymore, I go by O'hara now."

Bruce grabbed the controller from your hands and paused the movie.

"What?" you saw his eye slightly twitch

"Yeah, don't worry about it." you tried to unpause the movie, only for the controller to be barely out of reach

"Did he make you change your name?" Dick got up and questioned, standing next to Bruce

"no, he didn't force me, I'm attached to him like a parasite. He's never getting rid of me." you joked, nervously. You just wanted to go back to your room.

"How exactly did you change your name?" Bruce put his hands on his hips

"surprise adoption." you fidgeted with your bracelet out of nervousness,

"what does that even mean?" Jason spoke up, turning his head to look away from his phone and instead at you.

"I got hurt one too many times, and while I was delirious I asked him for probably the millionth time if he could adopt me. he obviously couldn't, so we met halfway and he let me have his last name." you said casually.

Suddenly dick and Bruce were scolding you.

You pretended not to be affected, and just got up and stomped back to your room.

You locked the door and started crying.

You could lie and say that you didn't care about them, but the truth is that their yelling at you made you feel 10 years old again.

You felt like the same kid that was ignored and pushed around by them.

You just wanted to go home.

Suddenly, you heard a slight buzzing.

You looked for where it was coming from and saw it was coming from under your bed.

You looked under your bed and saw it was your watch.

You quickly typed Hobies universe number and left.

As soon as you got there, you made your way to his trailer.

You knocked on the door and made your way inside through the window.

As soon as you got in, you sat down on his chair that could spin.

You tried to go on your phone to check the time, only to remember you left it on your bed earlier.

Hobie walked in, holding a cup of water "Coulda’ just used the damn door, you know."

You spun around in the chair playfully "I don't believe in using doors!"

"Good. Neither do I. Doors are overrated." He leaned on the wall next to him.

You guys fell into silence. Not an awkward one, but a comfortable one.

You stood up, stretching "Wanna get outta here?"

"thought you'd never ask." Hobie grabbed his guitar, and you both walked out

Your family was at the dinner table.

Dicks leg was shaking, and Bruce was staring at the spot you were supposed to be seated at.

Everyone else's conversations were still going on, but there was a slight linger of your perfume there.

It was ironic that even after years most of your family didn't notice you were gone.

They were halfway through their meal when a portal popped up close to them.

Their eyes all widened as you fell in your suit, crashing into the fancy glass table, fighting a green goblin, Hobie not far behind.

While you were trying to push Green goblin back into the portal, you looked around to see your whole family looking at you, concerned.

"For fucks sake!" you punched Green goblin and you both fell into the portal again.

This just left your family with more questions than answers.

As they studied the now broken glass table, they also thought about the portal you fell through.

How many times has this happened?

How many times have you gotten hurt and they hadn't noticed?

A couple of minutes later, they watched as you and Hobie both fell through another portal, this time without the green goblin.

You flopped onto the floor and Hobie flopped onto the couch.

Dick started running to you about to ask if you were alright, only to hear you start laughing out of exhaustion.

Hobie got up from the couch and helped you get up.

You realized your family was in the room, and decided to introduce Hobie to them.

You grabbed his wrist "Uhm- this is Hobie, uh, is my friend.

"Your family watched as you nervously fidgeted with hobbies studded bracelet.

Everyone stared at you awkwardly, and you just started walking to your room.

"Y/N-" Bruce started

You ignored him and started walking faster.

After an hour or two, there was music blaring throughout the manor that vibrated through the floor.

Everyone could hear it despite having earplugs in.

It was time to put an end to this.

Jason started making his way up to your room, preparing himself for the worst.

He didn't even bother knocking, he just made his way in.

He expected to see you both sneaking out, smoking, or just anything bad as an excuse to kick Hobie out.

Only to see you and him gossiping and giggling while you were putting makeup on him.

Jason tried to make out what you guys were saying, but it was impossible due to the loud music.

Your spidey senses went off and you both looked at Jason.

Dick slightly flinched at you both looking at him in sync.

"Can you guys put down the volume? No one can sleep and it is 1 am." Jason put his hand on his neck

"Yeah, my bad." you put down the volume and continued gossiping with Hobie.

You felt his stare on you as he stood next to where you were sitting on the bed with Hobie.

You raised an eyebrow at him "Can we help you?"

He sat down next to you, only for you to scoot away from Jason and move closer to Hobie.

The room fell into an awkward silence until he finally left.

As soon as the door closed, you let out a sigh of relief.

"Jeez, can they hop off my dick for once?" you rolled your eyes in annoyance.

"tell me about it."

You started falling asleep towards 3 am.

You were trying to stay awake despite it being late at night (or early in the morning?)

Either way, you ended up falling asleep while leaning on Hobies lap.

Hobie smiled as he picked you up bridal style and tucked you into bed.

It wasn't the first and he hoped it wouldn't be the last.

He kissed your forehead and left through the window.

An hour or two later, Dick went to check up on you, only to see you peacefully sleeping in bed.

You had a black lipstick stain from Hobie on your forehead.

Dick frowned from that but started making his way out of the room.

That was until something caught his eye.

A guitar.

Not like the one you had, this one was red and had..unique stickers...

He grabbed it and made his way out of your room.

He could ask you about it the next morning.

i have a headache help

this took SO LONG im so tired help

this is ass lmfao sorry its so rushed it felt not rushed while writing it help

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[dilfartist]

Model 2099

Pairing; Yandere Android Miguel O’hara x reader

Synopsis; You always thought of your android Miguel as a loveable companion. Little did you know he had an unhealthy obsession with you. And it even went as far as hurting someone who hurt you.

Word count; 3.3k

Tw; yandere theme, dark themes, dead dove don’t eat (maybe).

Reader description; Female/GN

Your skin felt frigid. Your fingertips, ears, and nose all numb despite your body being clad head to toe in warm apparel.

In Nueva York, the snow descended in great, unforeseen amounts. On the first day of the predicted cold weather, the snow reached from the street to the concrete. It was narrow enough for a child to build a snowman. However the next day, the snow reached higher, enough to cover the doorsteps of some apartments on your block and blanket the roads in ice.

Now your street felt lifeless. The only cars seen were the ones parked on the sidewalks. None of your neighbors left the warmth of their homes.

You dig your left boot into the hill of rampant snow, then bring the right one to propel yourself further. Unlucky you, having to fight your way home through the snow just because you needed a few necessities. The weather forecast predicted the snow would last for at least two days, so you went out to retrieve toilet paper, soup cans, microwaveable dinners, and a flashlight in case of power outs.

Grasping the handle of the front door, you pressed it forward, enough for you to enter. Swiftly, you shut the door behind you to sponge in the warmth coming from the heater. Once your numb fingers began to absorb the heat, you peeled off your gloves - well these gloves weren't yours; they belonged to a co-worker nice enough to lend them to you- and threw them inside your purse. You let out a pleased sigh. The house had a tidied aroma, smelling like someone had used enough bleach for it to still be identified hours later despite drying. Still, the apple cider fragrance spray claimed the house, if only slightly. Disrobing yourself off your coat, you call out to your Android. "Miguel! I'm home!"

Usually, your android - Miguel O’Hara, model 2099- waited beside the door to greet you after a hard day's work. Helping you disrobe your jacket and asking you about your day. And even when slightly off-timing, he'd let you know of his presence with a "welcome back!" from wherever he was in the moment. Oddly enough, there was no reply. You look up, puzzled by the lack of response. "Miguel?!" You call out, voice more audible for the other side of the house this time. Again, no reply.

You don't think much of his absence, presuming he had forgotten to grab an ingredient for tonight's dinner and would be back home in no time. Sometimes he'd be so focused on one task that the other errands would be forgotten. Miguel could handle himself.

The majority of lights in the house were turned off; furthering your conclusion about your Android’s whereabouts. You stepped into your kitchen, examining the room. Aside from the pots on the stove, nothing had changed in the kitchen. The kitchen was spick and span, per usual. You'd remember to thank him when you saw him.

Approaching the stove, you took note of the two pots simmering on the stovetop. One sat on the front burner, the other on the back burner. You lifted the lid, allowing the steam to escape. Your stomach rumbles, craving the smell. I groan, feeling impatient, placing the lid back on the pot.

The aroma of dinner leaked out of the slightly ajar pot, alluring you closer for a taste. You entered the kitchen, following the scent of the meal simmering on the stove.

Raising the lid off the pot, you dip the ladle into the soup, scooping as much as you can. You took a small sip, savoring the creamy-rich taste. The taste is addicting and you can’t get enough. You dip the ladle in once again, drinking the soup until the ladle is empty. Then again you repeated the action.

“Don't worry, dinner will be ready in just a minute.” The abrupt sound of a person’s voice states. You flinch in surprise, A hand is placed on your chest, dropping the ladle, and your heart thumps quicker than before. “Miguel!” You gasp, “You scared me.” You whirl around to meet his eyes.

Miguel gives a small apologetic smile, setting the basket of clothes he was carrying onto the table. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” Miguel says softly, accent getting heavier at the end. “Didn't hear you come in.”

“No, it’s fine.” You reassured. “Thank you for cleaning.”

Even if Miguel was programmed to clean, you always felt the need to thank him for his labor. No matter the times he reminded you that he was a machine designed for that very chore.

“I should also apologize for not greeting you at the door; My clothes were in the dryer.”

“It's fine, Miguel, really. You don't have to greet me at the door every day.”

Once again, Miguel provides you with a small smile; however, his smile does not reach his eyes. If the guilty smile Miguel sported wasn't enough evidence of his guilt, the flashing red LED on Miguel's right temple certainly accomplished the job.

The LED’s scarlet color quickly transitioned into a light blue color, indicating Miguel had gotten over his negative feelings.

It was terrifying knowing the sole dissimilarity between the two of you was the LED. Without the LED, you wouldn't have thought Miguel to be an Android. Knowing the sole difference between the two of you was the LED was in a way terrifying. Without the LED installed in the right temple of Androids, no one would be able to tell who was a robot and who wasn't.

Dragging the box cutter down swiftly, the tape splits open. You take a step back examining the package. The package is light brown, standing up vertically against the wall. “What the hell is this thing?” you ask, amused. A good friend of yours shipped you a gift out of the blue, so you called her up to catch your reaction.

“Open it and see,” she replies sarcastically.

You roll your eyes and spread the folds of the box open. Package peanuts spill all over the floor, and you grumble at the mess that piles on the floor. “Goddamn it,” you’re just about to complain some more when you catch something out of the corner of your eye. You freeze in place, you raise your head in an unhurried motion, the dread in your abdomen expanding.

You holler with fright, falling on your ass. “Did you send me a dead body?!” you exclaim into the speaker of your phone.

Your friend on the other side of the line enjoys your reaction, laughing so hard she begins to have a coughing fit. “Oh my god,” she hums in satisfaction, “you’re too funny, (Name).” After a while she settles down, no longer laughing but her tone still caries the puerile amusement she once had a moment ago, “It’s not a dead body. It's an Android.”

You were familiar with the concept of an android. Androids have been ubiquitous since their first release, and you’ve encountered many, but the majority of the time they were owned by establishments due to their overwhelming expense. Which is why the thought of you owning an Android was mind-boggling.

You stutter out a response, not sure how to approach the profound surprise, “You- I- why did you give it to me? Not that I’m complaining. It's just- this had to be about 8,000 dollars!” Then it hits you; you and she are in the same boat when it comes to funds, “Wait- how the hell did get this?!” you rub your temple, examining the face of the bot through the blurred glass that contains it.

She responds nonchalantly, “Aaron is wealthy remember? He bought me it.”

Aaron was her new boyfriend, he came from a wealthy background and she took advantage of that fact every moment she could. And he didn't seem to mind. Buying this bot would be like buying a box of cereal for him; not something to think twice and a regular ordeal.

You lift a brow, perplexed by the fact she gave you such an expensive gift. Not that you were complaining, of course, just simply curious “And you gave it to me? Why?” you question.

“He got jealous because the Android is literally breathtaking and I just couldn't keep my eyes off him. So being how he always is, he requested for me to throw it out. I mean his voice, Jesus,” she suppresses a squeal, “and not only that, he’s 6’9 and muscular!” she continues to gush about him, you unconsciously tune her out, your focus too busy on analyzing his blurred features.

You hum in acknowledgment. “Well, let me take it out, I’ll have to research it. Thanks for the gift, I'll talk to you later. Bye.”

You take a seat at the dining table. Miguel saunters to the stove, opens the lid, and takes a portion of the soup out to pour into a porcelain bowl. You cock your head to the side, curious to know the reason two respective pots were brewing their own soups. “What’s the other pot have in it?” you question.

Miguel glances at you for a moment then continues to prepare your bowl. “Mrs. Peterson is sick,” he carries the bowl over and sets it gently in front of you. “She asked me to prepare her some soup. I offered her the soup I made for tonight’s dinner, but you know how she can be.”

Mrs. Peterson lived next door, and she adored Miguel. She was sixty-three years old, childless, and had no family members in general. She always required his assistance and Miguel always obliged.

A frown tugs at the corners of your lips, concern morphing your face. “She’s sick? That's too bad. That’s sweet of you to help her.”

Mindlessly, you use your soup spoon to stir the steaming liquid in the bowl. Anxious of the answer he’ll reply to you with, you take a breath of courage. “Did David come by today?” you question, voice low and meek

Miguel is quiet for a beat until he decides to speak up. “No, and if he did, I’d deal with him,” he states carefully, touching on the subject to convey his understanding. “You haven't called him, have you?” his tone is identical to a nagging best friend who is tired of seeing you whine over a boy.

“No.” you shake your head, eyes shifting to meet his, “no,” you say once again to reassure him. Miguel appears satisfied with the answer he received, “Good. Don't go contacting him after what he did to you.” you let out an exasperated exhale. Leaning back in your chair, setting down the soup spoon in your hand, “I- Miguel, I think I might have deserved it.”

Miguel snaps his head in your direction, wearing a stern mug, “He had no right to put his hands on you, no matter the reason.” he chides. He leans his massive body against the counter, folding his arms, fully engaged in the conversation.

“I brought up his ex!” you argue on his behalf. Why? You’re unsure.

“Oh, so he should act the same way she did, to you?” Miguel is a tad bit galled, being sardonic with his retorts. Now he’s fully engrossed in the discussion, leaning his massive body against the counter, giving you his undivided attention. “Slapping you so hard you hit the wall.”

It hurts how factual his words are. It’s enough for you to look down in chagrin, a lump forming in your throat making it hard to swallow. Let anyone else be in your situation, you’d chastise them for such a weak mindset. Make sure they knew there was no good reason to blame themselves for someone else's wrongdoing. But being that person who feels empathy for the person who hurt you, feels so much more embarrassing than having a friend be that person.

“You’re right. I’m sorry,” you say lowly, speaking any louder would make you cry.

“It’s fine, (Name).” Miguel consoles, moving from the counter to rub a comforting hand on your back. You sigh, feeling soothed by the little gesture. Miguel leans down, tilting his body slightly to face-to-face with you. Miguel looks at you with such tenderness a shover travels down your spine. “He won’t hurt you again, I’ll make sure of it” His expression as a whole is soft and full of fondness, though his red eyes pierce your soul.

“Miguel bot 2099,” you mutter the title of the YouTube video on your TV screen. You click play and the video loads for a second before finally playing.

A woman appears in a pitch-black void background. Her whole body is a golden color and she sports an elegant white dress that fits her figure. “Hello, I am Lyla.” she greets sounding welcoming, “I am the mascot of the company LYLA. We are the ones responsible for Androids and Ai’s. You must have clicked on this video because you must have purchased a Miguel bot or you’re just curious.”

Lyla presents a Miguel bot that emerges on the screen out of nowhere. “Miguel O bot is one of LYLA’s number one selling Androids. And there’s a reason for that.”

“Miguel is used for three sole reasons.”

Three Miguels appear on the screen, all in diverse outfits. One is in a business suit, another in a red and blue apron covering a white t-shirt, and the last one is shirtless with leather pants.

Lyla puts her hand out, motioning to the first one in a suit. “Here we have Workbot Miguel. Miguel’s hardworking nature mends well with a work environment, which is why he is mainly purchased to be a working android. Miguel has a variety of skills that companies yearn for in employees. Barriestabot Miguel, Assistant Managerbot Miguel, Firefighterbot Miguel, and Nursebot Miguel are just a few Androids listed in this category of the bot.

Lyla moves on and the camera pans to the second Miguel clad in the apron and white shirt. “Household Miguel: with household Miguel, you’ll never have to worry your head about cleaning or cooking, that’s his job! He pays necessities and bills if you have no time. And he is great with children!”

She moves on for the last time. “And here we have the Miguel meant for adults eighteen and above. This is sexbot Miguel, mostly found in male strip clubs or can be purchased online. We assure you, that you’ll feel pleasure you’ve never felt before. He comes with a remote control, which switches from hardcore dominant to soft dominant to submissive. We’ve created his intimate parts to the point numerous test participants felt like it was the real deal, and probably even better. He’s crafted to seem real so he includes fluids. The fluids are not real, they are simply there for it to seem real or by the user's choice. The fluid can be bought in stores near you or online. There are fruit flavors as well as desserts.”

The Miguel Androids disappear and Lyla is left by herself. “If any malfunctions occur with the bots, we have programmed the Miguel to have a Lyla AI to sit on his shoulder and help the user repair the issue. Lyla’s are never the same. They don’t appear like I do. Lyla’s come in all shapes, sizes, and ethnicities.”

Lyla gives a smile, a smile that you can’t help but feel uncomfortable by. It’s like she's staring right at you. In you.

“We hope you enjoy your Android. Your friends at LYLA.” the video concludes.

You sit there mentally processing the information for a minute, rubbing your chin. Your gaze moves to the Android, now propped up on the wall, and outside it’s containment. Miguel is definitely tall and extremely muscular as he was claimed to be. You can see why Aaron demanded she throw him out; he couldn't compete with him in the slightest.

Miguel had tanned skin, dark brown hair pushed back, two thick bushy eyebrows, and old wrinkles. Why did they choose to make him aged? They never explain. Maybe it’s to target families and people with daddy issues, you think. You walk over, looking up at his face. His eyes are shut.

“Didn't explain how to turn you on,” you grumble. Your hands explore the skin of his neck until your fingertips brush against a button on the back, you press down until a humming sound emits from the Android. You take two steps back and watch as the Android powers on. On his left temple appears a blue swirling light. His eyes flutter open.

...Are they red? That's...not right.

Your brows crease at the sight. You take out your phone, glancing at the original model once again. Yeah...Miguel should definitely have brown eyes. “What the hell..?” you whisper.

Putting your phone away to be polite to him, you greet him. He looks down at you, “Hello. My name is Miguel O’Hara.” he states casually.

His red eyes are piercing into you, but still, you find yourself bewitched.

“Thanks, Miggy,” you smile slightly at him, not yet recovering after the hard topic. Miguel was right, David’s vitriolic behavior towards you was inexcusable. Miguel would be there for you. He’s been your support more than your own boyfriend has been for months. Granted one is a robot, but sometimes you don’t even realize it with how human he acts.

A high-pitched beeping sound echoes from the left side of the house. “The washer is done. I put in another load when you came in. I’ll be back.” Miguel saunters off.

You stand up, walking over to the stove holding your empty bowl. You reach for the first pot but then decide against it. Mrs. Peterson wouldn’t die if you had one bowl of the soup. You reach over and open the second pot. You scoop as much soup as you can onto the ladle and pour it into the bowl. Once filled nearly to the brim, you place it down on the counter. You grab the lid, placing it back onto the pot.

You turn your attention back to the bowl.

“What the hell?” you mumble, squinting to guarantee yourself you weren’t crazy.

Poking out of the soup was something white. Nothing you could identify from just one look. You take your spoon and pick up the white thing with it.

It was...an eyeball! A human eyeball!

You scream in terror, dropping to the floor, your fall causing the entirety of the pot to plunge with you to the ground, reverberating a clank. You crawl away, from the dark liquid puddling the floor. More and more body parts are revealed; a big white toe, fingers of all sizes, another eyeball, and you can only assume the chunks of meat are the entire body. You shake like a leaf in the wind, looking around for something to do! What were you going to do now?!

Your panic is interrupted by a creak in the floorboards outside the kitchen. You snap your head in the detection of the sound to see Miguel standing in the doorway, taking up the whole door with his body. You cower in fear at his physiognomy. His expression is indistinct, bloodshot eyes watching you like a lion catching its prey attempting to sneak off. You stare at each other, both unmoving from your spots. You’re the first to speak, though if it weren’t for the pregnant silence and the motion of your lips, “I’m sorry,” your voice cracks, the lump in your throat making a comeback. “Please don't hurt me.” you whimper.

Miguel saunters towards you, you scoot back still on edge. Miguel knees down, taking your face into his hands. They feel warm. Why? He hushes your cries with such tender you nearly overlook the situation. “I had to,” he spoke up factually. “He came in here, threatening you for telling his mother about the fight. I couldn't let him hurt you again.”

You let out a muffled cry, looking into his crazed eyes bloodstained eyes. He presses a kiss to your forehead and whispers, “I made sure he’d never hurt you again.”

[pianocat939]

This is so messy omg- my organization is shit haha anyway appreciate Hobert

Tw: kidnapping, framing, isolation, deception, (probably everything...?)

Yandere Hobie Brown (Spider Punk) Headcanons

Type: Isolating + Deceiving

Romantic

I think Hobie would be the type to frame someone for his crimes to get them out of his way. I know all Spider people show high intelligence but I think Hobie shows himself as someone who could easily escape any sort of predicament using his intelligence. Like how he gathered the right items needed to make Gwen a watch. So ultimately speaking, if he sees a rival he needs to get rid of, he'll commit a light crime, frame them, and everything's safe for him

He won't express his feelings until you're trapped in a corner, or discover he's the one committing all the crimes. When he does, he'll confess normally before stealing you to his universe and don't think of escaping because he knows all the cheats.

He's a normal boyfriend otherwise, except for the fact he won't let anyone from other universes rescue you or interact with you whatsoever. He's not overwhelmingly affectionate but he does like giving an occasional little knick-knack for you to have fun with.

Back on before he steals you away, I think he's the type to cover up his emotions for the most part (negative emotions I mean). I personally say he gets a little pissy if anyone's being too close to you, so he again either frames them or does a "simple" little trick on them to keep them away.

If you ask him for something he'll get it for you- one benefit of him being able to travel through universes and be very cunning.

"You do realize that you're talking to THE Hobie Brown. He'll always find a way to slip past barriers, love~"

Platonic

I think Hobie would be the type to frame someone for his crimes to get them out of his way. I know all Spider people show high intelligence but I think Hobie shows himself as someone who could easily escape any sort of predicament using his intelligence. Like how he gathered the right items needed to make Gwen a watch. So ultimately speaking, if he sees a rival he needs to get rid of, he'll commit a light crime, frame them, and everything's safe for him

He won't express his problematic thoughts until you're trapped in a corner, or discover he's the one committing all the crimes. When he does, he'll confess normally before stealing you to his universe and don't think of escaping because he knows all the cheats.

He's a normal friend otherwise, except for the fact he won't let anyone from other universes rescue you or interact with you whatsoever. He's not overwhelmingly clingy, but he does like giving an occasional little knick-knack for you to have fun with. He loves pranking you, so beware of everything.

Back on before he steals you away, I think he's the type to cover up his emotions for the most part (negative emotions I mean). I personally say he gets a little pissy if anyone's being too close to you, so he again either frames them or does a "simple" little trick on them to keep them away.

If you ask him for something he'll get it for you- one benefit of him being able to travel through universes and be very cunning.

"Who could be a better friend than me~? No one can stand against me, so just be a good friend for me, yeah?"

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My back is fucking killing me- but anyway, have some food- messily cooked food

- Celina

[miraclecherryblossomsblog]

Ok gonna give my take cuz its so lil of yan hobie with random headcanons (i did take some inspo from another fic tho ill put the blog later)

Edit: got inspo from this fic here

MDNI!!!

Tw: murder mention, slight violence mention, doesnt feel yandere but its there lol

- Yandere! Hobie isn't yout typical yandere. Unlike Yan! Miguel, he wouldn't feel jealousy if someone were to interact with you because he's just chill like that

-He would rather find it amusing if someone were to flirt with you, dating or not he would just come up to you and swing his arm around your shoulders "They are pretty great aren't they~?" Smirks as he looks at you.

-Yandere! Hobie who wouldn't kidnap or force you into dating him because it just goes agaisnt everything that he stands for. He belives to be free, do your own thing without any rules other than your own.

-He would kill for you tho, anyone who hurts you gonna get their heads bashed by his guitar <3333

-Yandere! Hobie that although he might be heartbroken that you reject him it won't mean he wouldn't respect your friendship (u a fool if u think he'll leave u alone after that lol)

-He wouldn't take it personal either, hurt but its not something he will hold onto.

-Yandere! Hobie that is very fucking scary when he is in protective mode, I mean ma man ain't playing around when it comes to your safety (nor for protecting his friends either) spider or not he will FUCK SHIT UP if someone messed with you

-Did I mention he would be a good mentor to you? Like you know those scenes where the mc is in danger and then they have flashback from their mentor telling them a lesson that they didn't understand at first until they go into the situation they in?

-ye that him

-Yandere! Hobie that steals the stuff u leave by accident in his room and has them hidden well on a box. From your hoddie to your hairband.

-he wouldn't be a creep either, intimidating? Yes but creepy? To you? Never. He respects your space and boundaries (consent people, CONSENT!!! Its a priority to him in any relationship!)

-He's obssessed with you tho, he will do anything just to see that preddy smile of yours or get you show a sort of emotion

-LOVES when u pout, everytime u do something cute or ur lips purse in annoyance I swear if u look closely u can see hearts in his eyes while having a stupid smile on his face 😌💕

-face squish. LOTS of them

[the-kr8tor]

Hello again can you please do a yandere ex Hobie x reader

Where hobie and the reader breaks up because of his jealousy but he can't let them go because he believes that they're still his and no one else's.

Also thank you for doing my first request 😊🥰

Hi hun! Thank you for requesting again! I'm glad you like the first one ❤️ you're very welcome btw!

Yandere/possessive! Hobie x gn! Reader

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Your eyes keep flickering around your dark surroundings, it's so dark and quiet out that you can hear your own heavy breathing, you hug your jacket tighter around your torso, seeing your breath come out of your lips makes you more unsettled. 

You just came out of the pub with your friends, they happily listened to your woes about your recent break up with Hobie. They cheered you up a bit, you parted ways with them with a smile. 

But why do you still feel a presence with you? 

Crash

Hearing the clatter of discarded cans on the side of the alley made you jump, quickly taking out your trusted pepper spray, pointing it towards the dark alleyway. 

You sigh in relief when a stray cat jumps out of the alley. But you still feel a looming presence watching over you, so you clutch your spray tighter, ready to attack. 

Times like these you miss Hobie's protective arms around you. 

You shake the feeling, remembering why you broke it off. He got too jealous, too overprotective of you. To the point where you can't go anywhere without him by your side.

Sometimes the overprotectiveness wasn't completely useless, he's spider punk after all, threats thrown at him are also threats to you. Or that's what he always says to you anyway.

You see shadows dance under your feet, you instinctively look up, seeing nobody, maybe they're just clouds passing over the moonlight.

You shake your head, you're just paranoid. 

Unbeknownst to you, Hobie's been circling around you like a predator hunting its prey. 

Hobie's been watching over you everytime you go out, looking out for anybody who gets too close to you. He didn't like how that bartender stared at you all night. He'll handle that later.

You broke it off weeks ago, but he'll be damned if he actually honored it. He loves you too much to leave you on your own. You're too perfect for this shitty world, Hobie would rather burn the world down if it means he gets to be with you. 

He watches you walk briskly, clutching your pepper spray, Hobie smiles to himself, he taught you well. 

You finally reach your flat, unlocking the door quickly, you're still tipsy, fumbling with your key ring, you see a dark shadow on your peripheral making you screech, its white eyes staring at you, unmoving, its horn-like spikes shine under the moonlight. The rest of its tall body looks like the void, undescribable.

Is this it? The thing that Hobie warned you about? The reason why he's so protective of you?

Sweat drops from your forehead, despite the cold weather, you look back at your keys, finally finding the right one, you risk a peek over the dark form, finding the space empty.

You enter your home, breathless, locking your doors quickly, and double checking every bolt. You run towards your phone, debating whether to call Hobie or not. 

Hobie doesn't like scaring you, but if it makes you rethink your choices and leads you back towards his embrace, then so be it. 

Your hand shakes as you dial his number.

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Hope you liked it! Thanks for reading ❤️

[dex0s]

𝘖𝘮𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘢 𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 (𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘵𝘸)

NOT PROOF READ (update it’s proof read)

One if your the sibling to miles (older or younger) AND their over protective… man all I have to said is good fucking luck because that thing you call freedom. Yeah that said bye bye too it because that shit will be gone before you can take your first breath

If you’re the child of Aaron (the uncle). You have freedom but it’s slowly going to rot away into nothing.

If you date anyone like ANYONE girl, boy, nonbinary their ass is getting there background check. Up,down, sideways, vertical, horizontal, and double take no word is going to be missed and oh if they found out your partner had something to do with the crime or just a red flag. Sadly that next day they got charged for that crime (or they made some shit up)

Grades… there’s two ways this can go

You’re miles sibling. Oh all I can say is pray to the lord above. They are on your ASS when it comes to grade. Just because your the young sibling (old sibling, too you’re a role model for miles) doesn’t mean you can just sit your pretty ass and slack off. Sure maybe that will let you off with a B or two but anything lower or more then two B’s. Your electronic devices anything that can go on social media and things you can watch TVs shows or movies, or anything else are all gone. There’s no more. Until you get your grades up.

Oh but if you Aaron’s kid. Heaven that all I can said. Sure he may ask why do you have the grade you got. But most of the time he doesn’t care. Your ass can have a Z (i dont know how but yea) and all he would do is ask why that grade and if you give a good answer why. He would just excuse the grade. But if your answer is not really that good like for example, saying you just didn’t want to do it, you’ll be a little bit disappointed in you, but end up not caring because he wants you to have fun in life and not you stuck studying and stressing over some test.

Friendships hmm again back with the miles sibling thing. Just like with the partner that background check is going to be looked at like when a crackhead looks at drugs. Sniffing out all the shit this ONE person did. And that would be for anyone your friends with. And with Aaron he doesn’t really doesn’t care who you’re friends with as long as you’re making good choices and not going out there sniffing cocaine and doing dumb shit.

You definitely have that parent lock thing on your phone or your parents put a time when you can be on your phone and then your phone locks and you can’t get in unless you have the password. You definitely have that and then weekly phone check ups to go through your messages, calls, pictures, your social media’s, everything.

 𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘐’𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸

[trashlama]

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[bella-goths-wife]

Spiderverse readers file

Name: y/n l/n

Age: 18

Personality: stubborn and cold upon first meeting

Universe: 2067

Universe description: universe 67 is a criminally ruled universe filled with tragedy and poverty. The universe is ruled over by different gangs that constantly have wars between themselves for power. New York is currently ruled over by a gang called ‘wildhounds’ who are a cruel and violent gang.

Universe danger level; medium

Spider-Man of that universe: Pierce Parker

Role in universe: love interest to Spider-Man

Involvement with Spider-Man: present in three canon events of Spider-Man’s

Mother: Elizabeth ‘Lizzy’ l/n (deceased)

Father: Wayne l/n (deceased)

Current guardian: Patrick l/n (grandfather)

Stats:

Strength: 3/5

Intelligence: 4/5

Loyalty: 5/5

Social skills: 2/5

Dexterity: 3/5

Weapon handling: 4/5

Cooperation with spiderpeople: 2/5

Health:

Extensive physical injuries:

Broken nose x 2- set back in place 2-3 hours after initial break

Bullet wound x 1- didn’t hit any vital organs and bullet went straight through, healed without complications and left small scar

Diagnosed concussions x 2

Family history:

Father- asthma

Mother-hypertension, postpartum depression

Brother- generalised anxiety disorder

Positive family history of hypertension but negative for diabetes and cancer

Social behaviours:

Damage to the lungs from inhaling smoke, could be from smoking or poor living conditions

Social drinker, 5-6 glasses of hard liquor on weekends

Physically active- participants regularly in gym activities and occasional jog

Psych eval- suffers from occasional depressive episode, no formal diagnosis

Sexually actively- unknown

Sexual history- unknown

Medications past/present:

Fluoxetine 20mg twice a day- depression- discontinuation on April 20th

Amoxicillin 625mg- infection

Paracetamol 1000mg- pain

Personal notes:

Flinches at sudden movements (flagged)

Organ donor card found on person

Depressive episodes last 2-3 weeks depending on situation

Has slight iron deficiency

Will refuse to eat during depressive episodes

Refuses psych diagnosis

Psych recommends counselling to find root of distrustful attitude

Has donated blood before

Current situation

Y/n l/n is currently being held in universe 2099 after an anomaly placed them there by mistake and put a portal locking device on which doesn’t allow for them to go home

Feelings on current situation: extremely displeased

Current relationships with spiderpeople:

Gwen Stacy- friends?

Hobie brown- one sided friendship on hobies part, possibly more

Miles morales- friends?

Pavitr- friends? Seems to enjoy his company

Peter Parker- acquaintances, Peter is trying to build a bond but y/n is resistant

Miguel O’Hara- disliked by y/n, trying to build a bond and be a father figure but y/n is resistant

Personal notes:

Seems happiest when they are able to watch their universe through the inter dimensional screens

Extremely resistant to building bonds with spiderpeople and tends to shut themselves away

Is not afraid to speak their mind

Has fought against spiderpeople for many reasons

Asked for cigarettes once but it is unknown if it was for them or another person, hasn’t asked again since Miguel refused the request

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“How does he have all this information on me?” You question Hobie while continuing to read the screen as he lounges lazily on Miguel’s desk before the boss decided to return.

“Creepy innit” Hobie chuckles as he reads the screen as well “s’not even accurate”

“Seems it” you say distracted as your mind continues to process the information they have stored on you

“Nah” Hobie says as he points at one part of the screen “says one sided friendship here”

“Yeah, and?” You say as you look at him with a raised brow

“S’not true, is it” Hobie says with a nonchalant shrug

“Actually, it pretty much sums us up pretty well” you say deadpan

“Nah, you love me really” he says as he swings an arm around your shoulders

“Sure” you say with an exhausted sigh as you brush his hands away from your shoulders before closing the screen and exiting Miguel’s office

“Where you off to?” Hobie calls after you but you don’t even turn around and you continue to walk in the opposite direction

“I’m gonna smash the camera in the housing units kitchen and the one in front of my door” you shout back “so he can’t spy on me and get any more information on me”

Hobie just shrugs as he puts his hands in his jacket pockets and nonchalantly strolls in the direction you went. You could smash all the cameras you want, it wouldn’t make a difference

Not unless you found the ones they hid in your bedroom.

[mimastuff]

What’s something you guys would like to see me write ? I was thinking I really like doing head cannons but I don’t know if you guys would like them , just a thought :D

[cosmosluckycharms]

Imagine spider reader taking a more punk appearance to one, look like hobie and two, piss off the batfam >:3

Them thinking it would do more damage than they thought bc they thought the reason they disliked hobie was bc of his punk appearance and when they finally do the new look the batfam is just “ohhh new look? Looks cool! :3”.

Spider reader just tweaking out bc of it bc how dare you like my attempt to stick it up to the man (you)

Love da writing, joe L mama 👺

i feel like spider!reader has peircings based on hobie and gwen + her clothing and everything is based on them too!!

plus dyed hair cause of gwen

i feel like honestly the only judgemental one is damian

but lemme write this this is so silly

Spider!reader: *its 4 am and you've been in your room all night dying your hair* haha this will finally piss them off they need to leave me ALONE

*walks to the kitchen to get water not realizing jason just snuck in to get a snack*

Jason: woah did you do something new to your hair? it looks nice

Spider!reader: FUCK *storms off to room, still waterless*

Spider!reader: i just gave myself a bunch of peircings with a rusty sewing needle and glitter glue hopefully damians victorian child ass fuckinf DIES

damian: *now barging into her room holding a bunch of painting supplies* i require your assistance- what did you do??

spider!reader: i did em myself, dont they look nice?

damian, who knows better than to argue with you (he'll never win): they look fine, i guess. anyway-

spider!reader: okay fine whatever fuck you too

damian: ???

spider!reader, just got off call with spider-kids and now has a new haircut: okay so theyre SURELY gonna leave me alone now, right??

dick: i like the new haircut, its so adorable! *squishes your cheeks*

spider!reader: im gonna kill you. LEAVE ME ALONE

dick: 😄

spider!reader walking around the manor in some of hobie/gwens clothing: these are suprisingly comfy

tim: i fw the fit

spider!reader: LEAVE ME ALONE HO

alfred:

spider!reader: i hate you

can u guys tell when this got lazier and lazier lmfaooo

this is so ass but i hope u guys get the point🙏

also please lmk if i got anything punk wrong i know next to nothing abt punk culture im sorry 😓

[dilfartist]

Hi I was wondering what characters will you write for in spiderverse and what characters will you not write for ? Just wanna make sure I don’t send in a character u don’t write for ^^

I write for yanderes

Miguel, Peter B Parker, Hobie, Miles, Gwen, and Pavitr. Basically most of the main cast. But i refuse to make any nsfw content for the minor characters.

I also would love to write for Spider Noir.

I don’t know enough about Jessica Drew to write for her, or any other insignificant characters.

[mightybeewrites]

Child of the Bat

Yandere! Batfamily x Neglected! Platonic! Reader

Chapter: 3

First, prev, next

Synopsis: you and your mystery horror author mother moved to Gotham for a fresh new start. At first you hated the idea of moving. You wanted to stay in Georgia with all of your friends and all of the familiar faces but soon you had to say goodbye. A few months into your new Gothamite life—disaster struck and your mother died. It was revealed that you’re also Bruce Wayne’s bio child. And so you moved in with him and his sea of children. Will you survive this new change in your life? Or will you succumb to the pressures of Gotham and its corruption?

A/N: When I describe what clothing you wear, you can imagine smth else :3

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Meeting Damian Wayne was… puzzling. It was as if you two were looking into a mirror. What Alfred told you about Damian was that, he was just a few years older than you and that he is awfully serious but has a good heart. It would be a lie to say you wasn’t nervous.

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Waking up to a big room was still something to get use to. The bed felt like a million clouds wrapped together with a red silk string. Your eyes took a minute to open. And your body took even more time to get out of bed. Once you did, you stepped out of bed and got ready for the day then stepped out into the hallway. You walked and walked. Soon, the creepy hallway filled with dust and cob webs and spiders, turned into lavender scented rugs, the head statutes without any dust, and and glossy wooden floors.

Alfred said that the estate will become more chaotic once everyone comes home.

You walked down the stairs dressed in baggy pants and a punk t shirt, with some eyeliner and a little lip gloss. Some braids were over your shoulders while the rest was down your back. Just as you was about to go look for Alfred—to hopefully help him with cleaning or just to hang out with him, the front door opened to reveal a taller guy. The first thing you noticed were his piercing green eyes and arched eyebrows.

It was as if the world had stopped.

A lump was caught in your throat as you stared at the tall boy. His dark brown hair was short.

“You must be the new girl Alfred mentioned.”

You said nothing but nodded.

He stepped inside the manor, hand gripped on the strap of his bag. Green eyes never left your form. You didn’t dare look away either. His expression was unreadable—which made you shift a bit on your feet. Your blue eyes started to search his face—he had brown skin like yours with dark hair pulled back. He wore a deep red dress shirt with dark pants. Wherever he shopped at, it felt as if he just called you poor in 56 different languages.

He simply tilted his head to the side—“it seems father’s genes are superior… don’t you think?”

Your arched eyebrows twitched a bit as your gaze hits the floor. “um...I am not sure. I… suppose. I’m-“

“-Y/N. I’m aware of that already. Welcome to Wayne Manor.”

And with that, Damian Wayne walked past you—up the stairs and out of sight.

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A whole day passed when you met Tim Drake-Wayne. From what you can remember due to Alfred and media, he’s suppose to be very intelligent and would use his money to donate to a lot of charities. Which is pretty impressive.

Though, you didn’t expect to meet him at the unholy time of 3:47 AM. You was hungry. So you went to the kitchen to make yourself a sandwich—only to find Tim eating a grilled cheese with some chips and a tall can of monster on the side.

Despite your footsteps being unusually quiet, the moment you stepped into the kitchen, Tim immediately looked but continued to chew.

His blue eyes scanned your appearance—his expression calculating.

“You look just like him.”

Was the first thing he said. In which you shifted uncomfortably.

Your intense eyes darted, “Alfred told you?”

Tim finished his meal and got up, “No, it doesn’t take too much to know you’re his kid.”

You walked closer to him as he started to clean up his area, “What’s he like? Apart from what the media shows. I’ve been a bit nervous to meet him.”

“Bruce is… complex. I gotta let you know that he’s a very busy man—so you might not see him much.”

Your shoulders slumped—despite the possible good intentions behind your new brother’s words, you don’t know why but it stun a little to hear that. Would he even care when he came back? Would he care about you or look your way? Or would he stare down at you like the gunk on his expensive dress shoes.

Just as he was about to pass you, Tim put a hand on your shoulder which made you look up. Your blue eyes boring into his—your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as to why he was touching you.

“My condolences…by the way.”

You blinked multiple times before your gazed lowered.

“…. Thanks..” your voice was small. Your throat burned and you forced yourself to hold it all back. Your shoulders trembled and shook, your fists were tight.

Your gaze was met with a box of tissues. You didn’t notice at first but your new brother offered you tissues.

You didn’t dare look at his face, you kept thinking he was pitying you.

“… I know what it’s like. To lose your parent… it’s.. not very good.”

“It hurts…” your voice was quiet.

“I know…”

“I… hate it.” Your soft voice turnt harsh.

“… I know.”

“I want to make him pay.” You muttered to yourself.

Tim didn’t say anything after that. He didn’t have time to. He watched you take the box of tissues, muttered a thanks and walked away, up the stairs back to your room at the far ends of the manor.

Tim bit the inside of his cheek as his eyes went off to the side—squinting, scheming, thinking.

“… she really is like him.”

[valentine-cafe]

Hi! So this is first of my orders per the question I asked earlier today! :3 Its a smut: Can I get like a scenario for tiramisu (alessio) and the herrera husbands (209) (alessio separately, husbands together please :3), when their virgin partner (fem or gn afab reader) shyly asks them to get eaten out by them for the first time? I mean lets be honest, living or being around these hot ass people would do numbers on me? (corruption kink go brrrrrrrr) I need us to be embarrassed and red like a lobster asking them this 🙂‍↕️ and then us being an absolute mess when its happening. Thank you! I shall await my order with a baited breath :3

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they know to take it slow with their virgin darling. but then you just had to come up to them and ask if they could eat you out. how shameless.

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﹙ alessio 781. ﹚. . . fucking tease !! 🍒 : He's always told you he'd take things slow. Wait until you were ready. As such, you made the agreement that if you so pleased, you would come up to him and tell him what you wanted.

Easier said than done. Especially when the bastard shoots you a grin from his spot on his black leather couch. You wish the floor would swallow you whole, and still, your feet plaster to it. Unable to move an inch while you burn up.

"What was that baby?" The controller in his hand finds the table beside him. He has more important matters at hand. Like your pretty, shy eyes and the fiddle of your fingers.

He pats his lap. Despite your timidness you comply. Settle on his lap and remind yourself just how much bigger he is than you. If his hands littered in rings dwarfing your waist didn't drive the point home enough.

Alessio leans back. Strikes you a grin. Butterflies erupt in your tummy from that look in his eyes. No running now. No backing out.

You huff. Ignore the heat on your face. The race of your heart. "You - " there he goes with a squeeze to your thighs again. "You heard me 'essio. . ."

The whine in the back of your throat tickles his sadism. Pretty little thing in his lap, all flustered and asking him to tuck between her legs? How couldn't it?

"Awww but baby, need you to say it. Can do that for me, can't you?" That cock of his head. That sly grin. You envision fingers pulling on the dark strands in retaliation, but you'll behave.

"Need to make sure I heard right," damn his croon. "So say it again. Say - 'I want you to eat my pussy out'."

You squeal. Swat his shoulder. What a foul mouth! And he has the audacity to laugh at you right after. Then fix his palms at their home on your hips. Slip them back and squeeze. Shove you forward in a bully-esque demonstration of his strength compared to yours.

With hung, dark eyes mirrored to his grin"Say it." His gaze runs up and down your timid form. As if looking for hidden treasures. You know this man you call your boyfriend. Know what a tease he is.

So with whatever strength you can muster and a quiet apology to the last innocent part in your mind, you clear your throat.

"Can. . . you . . . can - can you please -"

Another yank. You're toppled over him. His piercings nearly kiss your flustered face. "Hmm?"

"Can - can you - please - . . . y'know. . ."

"Nooo baby, I don't." What a cruel croon.

What a cruel lover. Sadistic ass. Seems you have no choice, huh?

"Want you to eat my - my. . . eat my pussy out," quivering. You're quivering. "Please."

The flicker across his face tells you he's more than satisfied. The swat to your ass confirms it. Doesn't stop the whine that you give him before burying your face into his shoulder. As if you could hide from your embarrassment.

"Of course baby." He mumbles to your ear. You feel that stupid grin against the shell. What a tease.

Well, until he's between your legs. Flushed up into your trembling thighs with his tongue buried against your heat. Poor you. Head tossed back. Chest rising and falling in quick increments. Hands lost in the sea of his dark hair.

Dare you say you missed his teasing. His tongue knew nothing of the sort. It's as relentness as his lips. They suckle on your clit and make you squeeze around his head. He has the audacity to click his tongue - grip your thighs and shove them wide.

"Keep 'm spread pretty girl." His tongue runs on your slit. Up and down with bobbed head movements as emerald hues fix to your fucked-out expression. The tremble of your lips when his silver piercing catches on your clit.

Grip his hair tighter. Sing for him so prettily. You wanted this — don't think he's stopping. Not after he's had a taste. Not after you squirt on his face for the second - third - fourth time.

"E-Essio - Alessio -! It's - mnghh - p-please - please."

You nearly have his eyes rolling back. He clamps strong arms skilled with years of mercenary work round your thighs. Shoves them back and glues his mouth to your fluttering pussy. Grinds into it. Flicks his tongue on your clit. Pushes it inside. Fucks you on it until you're clenching around the pink muscle and whining for all you're worth.

"Wanted this pretty girl," he slurs into your cunt. Smacks his lips and groans into your trickle of slick. "Asked so prettily for it - fuck - 'm just giving ya what you wanted."

And he's right. So all you really can do is cling to his hair. Catch his heated gaze with your loopy eyes and buck into his drenched face. All while he's lapping. So careless of your juices dripping down his neck and staining the collar of his black shirt.

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﹙ herrera husbands. ﹚. . . over-eager !! 🍓 : When would you ever get them to yourself again? Granted they are still working, albeit in the manor office.

You've grown accustomed to your busy lovers. Still, it doesn't quell the several desires bloomed within your gut. Doesn't stop the need for them. You're tired of your own hands - your pillow — and they're right here so - why waste it?

Maybe that's where you found the strength within yourself to ask such a blunt question. All that confidence bled into the wooden floors the second their gazes fixed to you. Arched brows. Even some surprise in their eyes.

Oh no. Maybe - maybe you can't do this.

You sport a timid smile. Fiddle your fingers and direct your gaze away. Anywhere but on your lovers who seem thrown back at your question. Still, you manage to continue. "I - I know you two are busy so. . . maybe later - or -"

Rishen puts seconds to shame. He's in front of you within the blink of an eye. Head tilted to the side and a crinkle at the centre of his brows. What a teasing smile he dons. "Oh?"

"It appears our darling has forgot her shame. What a brazen question." Jìngyí finished the sentence as his hand props his chin. You hear the smirk in his tone even with the scientist blocking your view.

You gulp. Nearly stumble back. Alas Rishen's hands are faster. They settle on your hips. Squeeze and yank you in. "Now now. Where are you running?"

His face is but a breath away from yours. The tease of his red lipstick nearly has you whining. Your hands exchange hold on his shoulders as the skid of the office chair rolls through the room. Followed by calm footsteps. The sight of Jìngyí grows over his husband's shoulder. Smiling. Just as Rishen is.

Two cold palms grace your shoulders. Cold like the whisper to your flushed ear. "Surely, you are not backing out now, darling?"

You're made acutely aware of what it's like to be squished between them. Fire and ice both whispering the same, filthy promise.

Indeed, the memory of being between them will be etched into your mind. With your head hung back on Rishen's lap while Jìngyí swims between our legs. Tongue endlessly lapping on your quivered cunt like a man starved.

You were almost startled by the serpentine attribute of his tongue. How it flicked the forked parting on your clit. How it delved deep through your throbbing pussy. If you were to look down you'd see the gaze of amber staring at your pathetic appearance. Flushed. Arched. So that your tits bounce up every now and then into Rishen's eager hold.

His fingers tweak and roll your hard nipples between his fingers. His lips fall on yours as he leans over. Mumbles filthy praises that have you spilling all over Jìngyí's face.

"Doing so well. Look at you. Virgin pussy's taking it so well."

The doctor synches with the praises of his husband. Lips wrap around your to suckle hard and send you over the edge once again. Clenched around nothing. Well, until his tongue runs back down to catch your slick. Fuck your trembled hole again.

"She's so sweet," groans Jìngyí, heart eyes staring up at you. He gives Rishen a little look, who in turn snatches you by the hair and makes you face those gold eyes. Stare into them as Jìngyí oh so messily eats you out.

"There we go." With his hum comes a small whine from Rishen who leans over to suck on your tits instead.

"Also want a taste, gege. Don't be greedy."

Let's just say, the husbands had quite the time switching between your body. How can they not give you every orgasm you've craved and more with those pretty, teary eyes of yours?

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[the-kr8tor]

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

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

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

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

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

Love you boo

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

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

Word count: 1.3k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Be careful" you softly say.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Papa, please, I can do better" 

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

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

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

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

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

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[cursedcupcakemaster]

can I order a Poison apple pie and candy violets with and get Spider Cider. With a ghost!reader , this is the same person who requested the other Spider Cider, hope you have a nice day❤️

Of course so we are looking for a deadly friendship with Skully are we ?

Order; Poison apple pie with a side of candy violets and a glass of spider cider

Notes; I do not own twisted wonderland, Skully or the reader,Skully and Twst belong to Disney as well as the brilliant mind of Yana Toboso, reader belongs to themselves, this is just my interpretation of how this would go with the character, reader isn't neccesarily Yuu but if you want to imagine they are you're welcome to, y/n, reader is you

Warnings;yandere, Skully may or may not have killed a few people, implied death

Yandere Skully J. X ghost reader

🪦Best friends forever🪦

You could hardly remember what happened to get you where you are now

A spirit haunting a house that hardly anyone would pass by except for one boy

He was tall and quite pale wjth a rather pleasant smile and sharply dressed at that

Skully would always come to visit you every day when the sun went down and would talk with you about the outside world that you couldn't explore much due to being bound to the house

It always made your afterlife feel just a bit easier to deal with and there was something about Skully that seemed familiar to you but it wasn't really clear what

Sometimes Skully would ask to bury things in the back of the house and you allowed him to but he never really told you what was in the yard

It just made you happy to have some company in your lonely house that wasn't the spiders weaving their pretty webs or the rats scuttling about

Skully would sometimes bring things for you, like teddies or dolls so you could possess it or little trinkets you seemed to like such as music boxes or books that you seemed interested in after he told you about them

The one thing he never really seemed to want to let you see were newspapers

It was odd but you shrugged it off its not as if much of it could really effect you considering you weren't alive

Another peculiar thing was that he seemed to know your house better than even yourself, particularly the attic

There was something about it that kind of unnerved you

Particularly a trunk in the corner of the room, it was a charcoal black and when you tried to phase through it you couldn't do it

It was rather shocking to yiu considering there weren't many objects you couldn't get through but the last time you tried Skully seemed a bit upset and yelled that there was nothing for you go see in there

He quickly changed his tune when he saw the look on your face before

The only other time you saw him act like this was when some punks came in to wreck the place, they smashed photos, the windows, and all the nicer things that Skully had brought into the house

He told you to not show yourself to them and that he'd take care of it

Doing as he said the last thing you heard of those punks were their screams before Skully came up smiling letting you know everything was fine

When you thanked him he said "it's really no problem, you're my best friend after all"

Somehow those words meant something to you, like you'd heard them before

After this incident a few more holes were dug in the back yard

One night Skully dropped something on his way out, it was a small skeletal key and the lock seemed to fit the shape of the odd trunk

Fitting it inside and lifting the lid you saw several things including photos of you, only you were....alive and you had a family

Beside you was a boy who looked an awful lot like Skully both of you wore friendship necklaces in the shape of a skull with heart shaped eyesockets

The photos weren't the only the only odd thing, there were some news clippings including "Teenagers missing" and "Mysterious deaths of local family "

There was one last object and it was a shovel

Going outside you took the shovel with you and began digging

What you found only made you feel ill and grateful you didn't have organs any longer

There were the corpses of the punks that tried to destroy your home, the people that were once your family and finally your own bones, you knew it was yours thanks to the friendship necklace shaped like a skull with heart shaped eye sockets

You felt a chill before you turned and saw Skully and he did not look the least bit pleased

"You finally saw it huh" he murmured

"W-why why would you do this?" You asked your voice dripping with fear at the boy who was once your friend

It seemed your question made him smile at you

"They were going to take you away from me. I couldn't let that happen, as for those other ones they deserved it for ruining our house"

Skully took a step toward yoh making you float backwards until you were cornered against the wall as he spoke again

"Don't you see, I did this all for you that's what friends are for~ and we're best friends forever"

You knew he wouldn't likely stop with his sinister projects unless you agreed to what he wanted

"Skully, please no more ,no more killing if you're really my friend please no more"

Ectoplasmic tears ran down your cheeks making him look at you with his face softening before wiping your tears with his thumbs

"Will you stay with me forever then?" He asked

"Best friends till the end" you replied before the skeleton like boy pressed his lips to your own cold ones