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My Darling, My Baby. || Matt Murdock x GN!Reader
Summary: Before the stresses of the day can plague Matt Murdock’s mind he gets to spend his early morning listening to your breathing and the way your heart beats steadily, content in knowing that you are safe next to him. The kisses you place on his skin remind him that it’s just the two of you and for now, at this moment, there is nothing to worry about.
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Category: Fluff, Smut 18+
Word Count: 2,598
Warnings: MINORS DNI, No pronouns or specific genitalia terminology used for the reader and no use of y/n, PLOT(?) OMG exposition at the minimum, morning sex, pet names “darling, love, baby”, kissing, matt holding onto your neck while kissing, you loving matt's eyes, body exploration? Wandering hands, cuddling, fingering, giggling during sex, light-hearted sex + making jokes, penetrative sex we’re using a condom y’all! Practice safe sex, I Love You's, slow intimate sex.
My darling sweetheart baby I know. I know. The past haunts you. I know. Let me kiss your fears away. - Unknown
A/N: This was requested so long ago so sorry it took so long. I tried to find the originator of that quote but I couldn’t :( Do I think this is my best work uhh no, but I think it's one of my favorites. It's been a while since I've written anything but I hope you enjoy it! Please give feedback :)
It was a rare occasion that Matt Murdock woke up before you on a weekday. Well, you would think it’s rare since he often pretends to be asleep so that he can wake up to your kisses and he’s stopped using his alarm since you’ve started living together. Being late to work is always worth spending extra time in bed with you. Today was one of the days where he didn’t pretend to be asleep, it was a rare morning where he wasn’t waking up sore and hurting. The previous night wasn’t filled with you patching up his wounds while holding back tears, instead, it was the two of you laying side by side talking, laughing, and having fun. It made him sad to admit but it’s been a while since you had done that, had fun. Too long since you just basked in each other's company. He knows what he does makes it hard for him to love, which makes him even more grateful that you have made it clear that you’ll always be in his corner and you don’t want to give up on what the two of you have.
Matt doesn’t think he’s ever felt more appreciative in his life. He can feel that you’re alive and safe and well. With you laying on his chest like this your heartbeat reverberates through his body and into his soul. You’re calm, you’re happy. For months even in your sleep, he could tell you were carrying so much weight, there was so much you wanted to say that you felt like you couldn’t. You don’t have to worry about that anymore. He held you closer placing a lingering kiss on the top of your head, breathing in deeply, you smelled of mint-scented shampoo and more importantly him. He loved that. Matthew was so focused on thoughts of last night's talk he almost didn’t notice the shift in your breath and the natural increase of your heartbeat, telltale signs that you were waking up. Almost. But even if he did miss that Matt definitely wouldn’t miss the soft press of your lips against his skin. Right over his heart. Your heart is more like it.
“Matthew, do you have any idea what time it is?”
He had to chuckle at that, your voice was hoarse and you sounded the slightest bit annoyed. It was music to him, he loved it. “No I hadn't checked, I didn’t want to disturb you.”
“Too early, the one time we don’t have a bunch of adrenaline to keep us up is the time you decide to wake up early.”
“Bad timing. I know.”
“Horrible.” You’re smiling.
“The worst.” He’s smiling.
“Well you, my darling, are so so lucky that you have such a charming face because it’s too early;
You stretch out like a cat, a groan escapes past your lips as you plop back down onto Matt’s chest.
the sun is barely even up Matt.”
The tone of your voice betrays your words, you’re not that upset. More like delighted, actually. It was hard not to be with Matt when you have moments like this.
“Not like I could tell.” Matt knows he might get in trouble teasing you so early in the morning but he truly cannot help himself. When can he ever?
“Matt.” The sigh you let out was tired but playful, you were more than willing to put up with his teasing.
“You are ridiculous.”
“You love it~”
He’s right; you do. You really do.
“You’re lucky I do.”
I am lucky. He thinks. Incredibly so.
You shuffle off his chest and onto the space unoccupied on your queen bed. It’s cold from being unslept on and it makes you shiver. Almost immediately he’s chasing after you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he moves onto his side. He doesn’t pull you but it’s glaringly obvious You’re not leaving, he knows that but he wants you back where you were. You stay where you are on your side beside him. Your hand approaches his face brushing softly at the crease between his eyebrows that never seems to leave.
“I’ll let you waking up at such an ungodly hour slide since you seem so happy to see me.” Your hand is on his cheek now and you scooch closer allowing no space between the two of you.
He was. “I’m always happy to see you, pretty.”
“How would you know, hm?”
He smiles, turning his head so he can kiss the palm of your head. “I can tell.”
“Ridiculous.” You’re teasing him back. He knows that but he wants you to know he means it.
“It’s not ridiculous.”
“I know love. I know.” You kiss underneath his jaw, in the place you know he’s just the slightest bit ticklish in an attempt to hear him laugh. He does. He always does. You keep kissing him moving your way slowly down his neck. You stop for a moment and then you’re laughing.
“It is just a little bit though. How you know whenever someone is good looking.”
“I do not!” He denies it, of course, he does. Matt’s acting shocked but he’s not. It’s not the first time you’ve questioned Matt’s uncanny ability to identify an attractive person and it probably won’t be the last.
“Matt Murdock you absolutely do.” Your words are intertwined with your laugh. He can feel your shoulders shaking against his chest and he loves it. Loves the sound, loves the feeling.
Matt doesn’t agree or disagree. Instead, he responds with a comment about how you’ve been hanging around Foggy too much and you argue that there is no such thing as too much Foggy Nelson and that he agrees to.
By now your kisses have traveled down to his chest and one lingers just a little longer over his heart and he’s basking in the feeling of your lips against your skin. You glance up at him and a warm feeling fills your chest. If you hadn’t felt his hands moving their way across the expanse of your back you would have thought he was asleep. His eyes were closed and he looked nothing less than relaxed, a rare feat for a man like him.
“Baby~” You call, voice light and airy. He hums, as an acknowledgment that he heard you. Your hand travels down his body to the partial erection you had been feeling against your thigh. While not wholly erect it’s prominent enough to feel through his briefs “Nice to know more than one part of you is happy to see me.”
He jumps slightly, not expecting your sudden touch. Matt recovers quickly and soon he’s leaning into it as you stroke him over his underwear. “Every part of me is always happy to see you.”
You gently push at his shoulder moving him to lay flat on his back. “Oh yeah?” Hovering over his face you lean in close lips barely an inch away from his.
“Yeah..” He whispers leaning up to close the gap between your lips but you pull away. You tease. He thinks. Matt’s about to let you know what he thinks but instead, a hiss leaves his lips as you’ve moved your hand inside his underwear and grasped his cock. Your hand feels cold against the sensitive skin but it isn’t unwelcome and it prepares him for when you pull him out of his briefs.
“Every part of me is happy to see you too ~” You whisper against his ear before you begin to travel down his body again. There’s no question what you’re going for but he stops you. Your attention is called to him as he grabs your arm gently and he shakes his head. As much as he loves the feeling of your mouth where he needs it most he wants you to stay up here with him. You obliged and made your way back up. This time you kiss him; he makes sure you do, practically ambushing you as soon as you’re in range. Matt has a firm yet gentle hold on your neck just under your jaw, fingers pressed right against your pulse point.
You’re stroking him how he likes long and slow with your finger occasionally catching on the tip and it time it does it makes him gasp against your lips. The sounds Matt makes as you stroke him are music to your ears low and from his chest. Slowly you move to straddle his hips and even through your underwear he feels heavy against you and it makes you groan. His hands move to your thighs and he encourages you to move your hips. This time he’s the one kissing your neck, moaning against your skin as you grind down onto him. In true Matt fashion, he knows how to work that mouth of his. Open-mouth kisses trail down the side of your neck coming to a halt just above your clavicle. He’s chosen his target, taking the skin in between his teeth sucking and licking until you bruise. He’s cutting it close to the rule you have about no hickeys above the collar but at the moment you don’t mind too much. His lips move to that spot you love oh so much and it makes your breath stutter and your hips buckle.
“Matty.” It doesn’t come out as strong as you want it to but Matt knows exactly what you need.
“I know baby. I know.” Matt then flips you on your back pulling your underwear off in a smooth motion Matt’s crowding your space and you accept it happily. The feeling of his weight on top of you is more than welcome but you choose to tease him anyway.
“You’re heavy.” You groan and push at his shoulder with no real attempt to move him which only prompted him to put more of his weight onto you.
“Bear with me for just a moment baby.” He chuckled and before you could reply he was touching you right where you need him most. Your head drops against the pillows and you moan his name breathy and quiet. Matt reaches over to the bedside table and grabs a bottle of lube from inside the drawer, you hear the cap open and close before his hands are back on you.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart.” He repeats it in a whisper as his lube-covered fingers prod at your entrance. You clench around him as he eases two fingers in. He spreads his fingers wide drawing them in and out slowly. “That feel good?” You nod vigorously reaching out you wrap your arms around his neck pulling Matt in close. “Need you, Matty. Please.” You whispered breathlessly.
“I got you baby.” Matt continues to work you open his fingers pushing into you deep exactly where you need them, stretching you wide until you’re whining and your nails are digging into his back.
“Need you inside.”
“Yeah, babe? Fuck…” And suddenly the waiting is too much for him as well, he needs you as much as you need him. He pulls away from you only for a moment to slip on a condom but then he’s back, hands grabbing at your thighs and cock prodding at your entrance. You both groan as he slips in the stretch of his cock isn’t unfamiliar to you. He finds all the right places right away. He sinks his entire weight into you and it makes you whimper just how full you feel.
Matt’s thrusts are slow and gentle but they reach deep. You’re not going anywhere there’s no need to rush.
“Yeah, you like that? Sound so good baby.” He leans in close for a kiss and you nod against his lips. Words lost upon you. Matt’s everywhere, he’s invading your senses, and all you feel is him. It’s overwhelming but it’s also perfect and you think about how it must be like for him living like this twenty-four-seven, ten times more intense. You think if you asked him he’d say something charming and cheesy like It’s the life I’ve always lived but you make it so much easier. The thought makes you laugh and of course matt notices.
“You know giggling at a moment like this isn’t usually a good sign.” He jokes and he’s got that smirk on his face that you know very well. “What's going on in that head of yours huh?” He kisses the side of your face, across your cheek, and down your jaw as you had done earlier.
“Thinking ‘bout you Matt.” It takes you a moment to find your voice, it’s heavy as if you weren’t expecting to have to speak and it makes him laugh.
“Something good?”
“Always.”
“Good.” He whispers and continues his ministrations. When he feels your grip around him tighten and he knows he’s got you where he wants you. He pulls his hips back slowly and thrusts in sharp and quick. It makes you gasp and squeeze your eyes shut in pleasure. He continues that rhythm the tip of his cock hitting right where you find the most pleasure. Your moans are light and airy and it’s driving him crazy. “Right there huh? Make that sound for me again baby.” You couldn’t stop it if you wanted to he draws every little moan and whimper out of you.
You wrap your legs around his waist and tug at the short hairs at the back of his neck. “Oh baby, please go faster. Please.” How can he deny you when you sound like that? Matt obliges to drive his cock into you faster, forcing his arms under your body, wrapped around your back face buried in your neck. His nose pressed up right next to your pulse point.
“God you feel so fucking, good darling. Take my cock so good, you're squeezing the life out of me baby.” His words only make you clench harder and it draws a groan from his lips. “Matty…please..” You moan into his hair. Matt’s words caused heat to spread throughout your body and you can feel your orgasm fast approaching “You gonna cum pretty? Go ahead baby, I got you. I got you.”
Matt’s thrusts get more intense and you’re right there. Everything’s not enough until it is and you drop over the edge. Your body convulses, hips gyrating as your orgasm passes through your whole body. The moan you let out was loud, probably too loud for how early it was but you simply couldn’t hold it back. Matt’s movements don’t stop he fucks you through it but you clench down on him so tight it makes it hard to move. Very quickly he’s right there with you muttering curses under his breath. He keeps thrusting until neither of you can take it anymore and you both just have to lay there basking in each other’s company, breathing heavily and out of breath.
After a moment, when you’re a little more okay and a little less starstruck you pull his face from your neck. “Let me look at you baby.” You take his face in your hands and hold him close noses touching, his eyes are open and even though you know he can’t see Matt always has a way of looking into your soul and you love every bit of it. “So pretty Matty.” Matt isn’t one to get shy easily but you can see the way his ears flush red and how he sinks deeper into your touch. He kisses you
“Love you, Matty.” You whisper into his ear.
“I Love you too darling.”
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dating simon riley means constant clinginess. large arms wrapped around your waist at any given moment, simon is most comfortable when he's holding you. after being away from a long mission, he'll find you wherever you are in your shared apartment and silently crawl into your arms like a puppy. he'll bury his face into the crook of your neck, slowly inhaling to bask in your scent that he missed more than anything. with an amused chuckle, you'll wrap your arms around his warm torso, gently rubbing his back. "no hello?" you'll tease, to which you always earn a content hum in response, along with simon's hold tightening ever so slightly.
dating simon riley means lots of playful teasing. if you make a typo in a text message, he'll begin spelling the word as your typo for the rest of the day. if you believed in a silly fact, he'd bring it up for the rest of your life. "this is like when you thought our blood was actually blue" he'd snicker, which would cause you to whine for him to stop and swat his arm.
dating simon riley means constantly being cared for. simon is a man who can do everything, or at least tries to. he somehow manages to get to all the chores before you do, which has ended in you reassuring him that you can handle it many, many times. when doing something potentially dangerous like standing on a ladder, handling a knife or using tools, simon will constantly glance in your direction to make sure something won't slip and injure you. like a spidey sense, he's quick to pull you away or come to your rescue if you're in a situation where you're about to hurt yourself. "you alright?" he'll mumble softly, dark eyes laced with worry that is a rare sight to be seen by anyone else.
dating simon riley means you have a second wardrobe. his large clothes are just too comfortable to resist, and he's often left searching the apartment for a shirt that you had placed amongst your own clothes. though, he makes no effort to steal them back from you, as seeing you in his tshirt, his boxers and his hoodie fills him with a loving possessiveness. he'll walk into the kitchen to see you turned away as you wash dishes, wearing one of his shirts as a short dress. managing to silently sneak behind you even with his bulky frame, he'll wrap his arms around you from behind and place a kiss against the nape of your neck. "you look so pretty in my shirt, love." he'll then purr into your ear.
dating simon riley means seeing a side of him that many never do. whether it be physically or personality wise, you see so much of simon that you can't remember the last time you referred to him as ghost. his large pointy nose, his dirty blonde hair that he always forgets to fix in the mornings, and his lopsided smile that appears when you tell the corniest of jokes are all things that many have never seen and never will. he speaks so softly to you; a low tone that you can feel reverberating in his chest when you lay against him. simon is kind, patient and vulnerable with you, and will mutter the words "i love you" against your lips, just loud enough for only you to hear.
dating simon riley means being friends with the rest of the 141. you were the one who wished to host hangouts at your apartment, wanting those closest to simon to like you. despite their intimidating demeanors, you quickly realized just how kind they were. they know just how important you are to simon, which is a rare feat in itself, so they would never treat you in an ill manner. soap will always refer to you as "the missus" when speaking to simon, which never fails to make you giggle when you overhear their conversations.
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3+1 times Prowler! Miles Morales x Spider-woman! reader
SPOILERS FOR ATSV
read part 2 here!
3 times Miles tried to confess, + 1 time he did.
Word count: 2.7k
Summary: Instead of the radioactive spider biting Miles, it bit you. You turned into Brooklyn's one and only Spider-woman, while Miles turned into the prowler. Miles also helps you with Spanish.
Warnings: friends to lovers, lots of cursing, most definitely not canon, kind of slow-burn?, jealousy, morally gray reader, he's lowkey toxic, no smut, heated make-out session, im feasting on crumbs (his 2 minutes of screen time), this is not ATSV plot heavy, the whole prowler x spidey thing isn't really until the end (enemies to lovers)
A/N: for the sake of the plot, the reader doesn't fluently speak spanish, but can speak some. this has been rotting in my drafts ever since ATSV came out
1.
Miles glares at you two from across the room, predominantly at the guy you're laughing with. Surely he's not that fucking funny. Miles thinks as jealousy spreads within the pit of his stomach like a forest fire. However, you don't seem to notice his stare burning holes through the guy you're speaking to. The same cannot be said for him, however. Miles makes eye contact with him and sends him one glare that immediately makes the poor guy cower with fear away from you.
"I uh...gotta go." The guy squeaks out to you, his voice cracking with terror as he runs away. You raise an eyebrow as you watch him run away. What the hell was that? You think.
Miles appears next to you within the next moment and says, "Hey, ma." he gives you a slight smirk and wraps his arm around your shoulders. That smirk made you weak in your knees, you almost kissed him right then and there. You should be given an award for your amount of self-restraint.
"Hey Miles, qué pasa?" You greet him with a smile that reaches your eyes. Miles' smirk drops and he furrows his eyebrows at you as he inquires. "Who was that guy?" "He's just a friend, why?" You raise an eyebrow and question back. "Don't worry about it, you like him?" His words catch you off guard. You pause for a moment and turn your head to him with a judgmental stare as you shake his arm off you and say, "Miles. What is this? 20 questions?" You deadpan and continue, "He's not important, alright?" Seemingly satisfied with your response, he drops the subject.
After school, Miles and you head to his house. You've been struggling in Spanish class. Spanish grammar might actually be the death of me, you think. Since Miles excels in Spanish due to primarily being raised by his mother, you asked him to tutor you, which he surprisingly agreed to.
It doesn't hurt that you get to spend more time with Miles, either. Something about him never fails to send butterflies straight to your stomach, maybe it's his intense stare that makes you weak in your knees, his accent that somehow makes him ten times more attractive, or- You cut your thoughts off. You felt guilty for feeling this way about Miles. You know you shouldn't. These feelings you harbor would only cause more harm than good. After all, the people you love always seem to be in danger.
After a couple of hours of pure torture, (Spanish grammar) Miles started to speak, "Escúchame, mami. I-"
Loud, blaring police sirens cut off his sentence. Thanks, Brooklyn. Pretending to get a message from your mother, you glance at your phone's screen and look at Miles with an apologetic expression, "Shit, sorry Miles but I gotta go. My mother wants me home. She said it was urgent. But we're still on for tomorrow right?" Miles raises a skeptical eyebrow but ultimately says, "Yea. It's 'Ight, princesa. See you tomorrow" his accent lacing his words. You get up to kiss his cheek and wave him goodbye. As normal friends do, you tell yourself. Shit. You shake the thoughts away before your overthinking completely undoes your brain.
You wait until you're at least a couple blocks away from his house before you reveal the spider suit underneath your clothing and pull your mask down your face. You thwip your webs and swing away to investigate what crime was scheming tonight in Brooklyn. Leaving Miles alone in his room to regret not telling you.
2.
Honestly, you weren't paying attention to whatever Miles was saying. Instead, you were just focusing on how attractive you found his accent. You'd suffer through two more years of Spanish just to hear his voice. In fact, during most of these tutoring lessons with Miles, you weren't paying attention to the actual lesson. It doesn't help that he keeps staring at you with those eyes of his. But behind that cold exterior, you knew he had a soft spot for you. Even if he didn't outright admit it.
Miles' voice brought your attention back to the actual lesson, "Lo entiendes, princesa?" Miles asked you with a knowing smirk. You nodded your head immediately, trying to play it off. "Uhh, si." You said with a thumbs up, immediately regretting it. That was so nerdy. You shame yourself in your mind. You pretended to take notes, shamefully lowering your head down to your notebook.
While you were pretending to take notes, Miles broke the silence.
"So what's up with you and that guy from earlier?" "I told you, he's just a friend. Nothing is going on between us." Miles puts his hands up in his defense, "Alright, mami. It just didn't look like that with the way you were laughing at whatever he said. He's not Kevin Hart."
Way to completely ruin the mood. You dropped the pencil you were holding and stopped taking notes. Looking directly into his eyes, you said "Miles, I really don't know what your deal is." "You really wanna know what 'my deal is'? 'Ight. It's 'cause-"
Miles' phone beeps, interrupting him. He cursed in his mind, not being able to tell you how he felt yet again. He glances down at his screen. "Ay princesa," Miles spoke up, his words never failing to make your face go warm. His nicknames for you weren't new by any means, but they still made your heart flutter. He continued, "Uncle Aaron needs me, I gotta roll. He said it's an emergency. Don't think I'm trying to cut this short. You're still my girl, alright?" He started to leave when he turned around suddenly. He walked over to you and turned your head to him with his hand, kissing your forehead. "Hasta luego, mami." He left the room, leaving you alone in his room with only your thoughts swirling around your mind. You were sure you were about to have a heart attack. His girl? The kiss? Miles was acting oddly affectionate. And what's with him practically using the same excuse I used? It's not like he's the crime-fighting vigilante here. You rolled your eyes.
You didn't know what Miles and his uncle were so busy doing, but you had a feeling that it wasn't very morally right. That would explain how ambiguous he's been lately. More often than not, he's had to leave in the middle of tutoring to tend to whatever his Uncle needed him for. But you can't entirely blame him, you have secrets you've been hiding from him too.
You packed up your things and left his room. "Chao, Mrs. Morales. Thank you for letting me into your home!" You said to Miles' mother while leaving. "Of course, you're always welcome here." She replied to you with a warm smile. That woman was a true saint.
3.
If you had to spend any more time confined in a room alone with Miles and just your emotions, you were sure you'd fucking lose it. By losing it, I mean grabbing him by the collar of his hoodie and kissing him senseless. But you were afraid. Afraid that he would take your heart right out of your chest to shatter it and then leave you alone to pick up the pieces. So, you came up with a little white lie to get out of tutoring today.
"Is it alright with you if I skip tutoring today? My mother is sick and I have to take care of her." The lie slipped off your tongue like butter.
"Nah that's cool." He shrugs. Huh. He let me off that easy? You were two seconds away from having the dreaded 'What are we?' conversation with him after last night, until someone's arms wrap around you from behind.
"Hey, beautiful." Your friend from the other day was back. And he clearly didn't see Miles right next to you. You cringe and awkwardly take his arms off of you and turn around, "Hey, Josh." "Are you free tonight?" Miles was watching this interaction with jealousy coursing through his veins. Did this douche seriously not see him right next to you? Right before you could even open your mouth to respond, Miles responds for you. "Hell no she isn't. Get the fuck out of here, man." Miles snaps at him. Your friend's head whipped to Miles so fast you were sure he'd get whiplash. "Oh shit." He stuttered, "Sorry, man. I didn't see you...I'll leave now." He ran away as fast as his feet could take him. Poor Josh.
You glared at Miles. "What the actual fuck was that, Miles? He was just asking me a question." "He was asking you out, idiot." Miles said right back to you. "So what if he was? Honestly. What's it to you? You've been acting so possessive. May I remind you that we are not together?" You snapped at him. "Maybe I want-" He started, but this time, he was the one cutting his sentence off. He couldn't find the words to tell you just yet.
The bell rings. You look at Miles, awaiting his response. When a few silent moments pass by, you finally say, "What? What is it you want?" For once in your friendship with Miles, he didn't have a response. You, he thought. "Y'know what Miles? Until you've come to your senses, just leave me be for now." He had no right to start acting like you were bound to him. You walked to your class without him. He cursed himself in his head.
You'd been ignoring him the whole day. Yet ever the petty, he hadn't messaged you at all.
Your phone pings. "You busy with Jake?" You read. It was from Miles. That petty fucker. Your face immediately drops. That's not even his name. You left him on read and turn off your phone. For someone who thinks he's heartless and nonchalant, he sure was acting possessive.
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Dusk approaches Brooklyn and you're out patrolling instead of thinking about Miles. That's all you've been doing lately, and you needed a distraction.
Unfortunately, Miles had the same idea. He was out taking missions Kingpin gave him.
As you were searching the streets of Brooklyn for crime, you sensed a presence. Ahead of you was a silhouette in a dimly lit alley, their back facing you. You hid behind the wall. Finally something interesting tonight! As you climb on the walls and get closer, you recognize the figure.
Oh, great. It's the Prowler.
This wasn't your first time meeting the Prowler. No, you've fought with him in the past. He's ruthless and a cold-blooded killer. He's efficient and excruciatingly fast. That's what makes him an imminent risk to be allowed to roam the streets freely.
As Spider-woman, it's your responsibility to keep the streets of Brooklyn crime-free. So, you follow him. As you're trailing behind him, crawling on the walls, you notice the people he's meeting with. It's an arms deal, you realize. As you crawl closer, you notice that they weren't regular arms. They were abnormally high-tech for these seemingly harmless criminals.
I'll just web up the couple of amateurs and then deal with the big guy Prowler, easy. Oh how wrong you were.
"Hey, boys! Nice toy you've got there." You said as you dropped your voice down an octave, disguising your voice. You jump down from your place on the wall and thwip your webs at the unsuspecting arms dealers, binding them to the wall. They were knocked unconscious.
You thwip'd your webs at the weapon and effectively took it away from them. You'd have to drop it by the police station later with a friendly note.
The Prowler lunged at you, his steel claws missing your face by an inch.
"Hey, man! That felt a little personal." You shouted, thankful to still have your face attached to your head. You used your webs to grab onto the Prowler and strike him directly on his mask. You started to run, with the Prowler tailing right behind you.
He had you cornered, but you weren't surrendering that easily. You positioned into a defensive stance, ready to defend yourself.
His mask was cracked a bit, causing his voice modulator to reveal his unfiltered voice. "Nowhere to run, spider."
Your heart dropped as your eyes widened through your mask. Not in fear, but in recognition. You could recognize that voice anywhere. That was the voice that sent shivers down your whole body, yet made you want to strangle him the next.
"...Miles?" The words came out more of a whisper. Your voice sputtered as you dropped your fake voice. You webbed the weapon to the wall, disregarding it. Turns out, he didn't need to reject you to shatter your heart into a million pieces.
His stance immediately faltered. He could recognize your voice out of a thousand others.
Prowler, or rather Miles, stood silent.
“Miles, take off that damn mask. I know it's you.” You took off your mask, and he opened his. His eyes were unreadable. “What the hell have you gotten yourself into Miles?" You sighed. You didn't recognize him anymore. You didn't know who he was. There was no way the Miles you knew had become this.
"Fuck, princesa. I didn't want you to get involved in this shit. You're the fucking spider?" You feel as if he was seeing you for the first time again. "I'm fucking Spider-woman, you dick. And I've been involved with this 'shit' ever since I got bit by a spider. Now explain this, whatever you've turned into!" You spurted out, pointing at his suit. "I got roped into business with Kingpin after my father died. Shit, I never meant for this to happen." He exclaimed.
"What, you think you're protecting me by not telling me? Bullshit." You say, throwing your hands up in the air. "I was protecting you. I was protecting you from Kingpin. Because I fucking love you. I meant it when I said you were my girl." He proclaimed.
When you thought this night couldn't get any wilder, it just did.
Alarms blared in the back of your mind, telling you to leave. Your brain is screaming at you to think about your moral obligation to stop the Prowler, no matter who he is. But your heart is telling you otherwise. You choose the latter.
"Fuck, Miles. Shut the hell up." You threw a web at his abdomen and pulled him towards you, efficiently shutting him up by connecting your lips to his. Sliding your hands onto his braids, you pulled him in closer. He immediately reciprocated and grinned into the kiss, setting his arms on your hips.
Turning into a heated make-out session, he backed you against the wall of the alley. You felt your legs giving out on you. Miles put his knee in between your legs, supporting you. He kissed you with passion. He's pinned for you for the longest time, and he finally has you. He wasn't going to give it up for anything. Unfortunately, you needed oxygen to live, so you pulled back. A string of saliva connected your lips as you parted.
He took away all the oxygen in your body, and apparently your moral compass as well, with only one kiss. Unable to open your eyes until a few moments after, you fluttered your eyes open. "I fucking love you too, Miles" You whispered against his lips. "Oh, really? Couldn't tell." He teased with a smirk, his lips seconds away from yours as he looked down at you. He held your gaze with longing in his eyes.
Muffled screams ruined the moment. Miles and you react immediately, putting your masks back on. You got your webs ready while Miles had his steel daggers out. Lowering your guards, you realize it was the couple of guys you webbed up and forgot. "Sorry, I'll go take care of them." You said as you rubbed the back of your head awkwardly. Miles stifled a laugh as he said, "That's alright, ma. You can make it up to me later." You heard the smugness in his voice as you swung away to the police station. You made sure to fulfill his request later that night.
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part 2!
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May I request a hobie x fem reader
Reader is also a spider person and dating hobie. she gets in a fight with other spider people that been talking about hobie behind his back, And he just comfort her and help with her injuries.
: ̗̀➛ HONOUR.
hobie brown x fem!reader
summary: after hearing fellow spider-people talking rudely about hobie, y/n defends him, taking a couples punches in the process.
words: 1.6k
warnings: fem reader, she/her pronouns used, mentions of blood & injury, miguels pissy like always, general mentions of fighting/violence
thank you sm for the request!! i hope i did it justice. im getting through all the asks, so pls be patient! ily all sm
"he's just a bit freaky, you know."
shoulders tensing, you eavesdropped on a pair of haphazard spider-people, their snark voices carrying through the reverberant room. you were sitting by the 'go-home machine' – aptly named – waiting for miguel to arrive and dish out orders, listening to them tattle about hobie brown.
"literally," a second voice tagged themselves in, jumping on the wagon of comments, "just turns up, acts like a prick and somehow everyone puts up with him."
chest burning, you tried to grasp your composure, gripping onto it with white knuckles – similar treatment given to the metallic desk you sat on.
first hand, you saw how hard hobie worked – having been dating him for a while now. though he lived to deny it, saying he was only in the spider society to look after you, gwen and pavitr - you constantly experienced his passion for keeping you all safe. even if its unconventional, he deserved his place here more than anyone.
"don't know what miguel was thinking bringing him here," the first spider snarled, a hint of a smirk lacing his tone, "he's useless."
stomach twisting, you physically bit down on your tongue - miguel would kill you in broad daylight if you started a fight in the headquarters (ironic, you thought, but you didn't want to bite the hand that fed you).
"freakshow, honestly," the other muttered, followed by a cold-hearted guffaw that made your blood spurt past the boiling point, "he doesn't even belong here."
as though someone had physically flipped your restraint, severing your ties, you turned to the duo, taking them by surprise when you shot a web in their direction, sticking the second man's mouth shut.
"what the hell?" the free one spun to you, stance ready.
you kept your posture strong, enraged eyes trained on him, "don’t be such a prick,” you spat through a clenched jaw. wrist aching at the urge to web him to the wall, your fingers itched.
he scoffed, stepping up to you, “i don’t think it’s any of your business, sweetheart.”
in your peripheral, your eyes caught the sight of the second spider clawing at the webs smothering his face, and you shot again – his hands now clasped together against his chest like a prayer.
a second audacious scoff sounded from the man in front of you, and a threatening tingle vibrated each and every bone of your spine – your spidey-senses alive with caution. it quickly became apparent why, when a fist flew towards the side of your head – an aggressive muttering of “oi, what do you think you’re doing?” accompanying it.
an inch before it connected, you ducked your head, crouching to the floor and kicking at the man’s knees. he buckled, falling to the ground and your fist collided with his jaw. your rage clouded your vision, adrenaline pumping through your veins like a poison. knuckles aching, pulled back, you webbed him to the concrete.
“y/n?” margo called from behind you, and you turned to see her. eyes wide like saucers, she looked at you with confusion.
“they start—” you couldn’t even finish your sentence when a powerful blow hit the side of your cheek, knocking you to the side, hip smashing into the corner of a desk.
shielding yourself with your arms, you caught vision of your attacker; the first man you webbed had freed himself, pouncing to you in defence. yelling something ending in “bitch”, he swung again, crashing into your ribs and you groaned in pain, connecting your web to a beam just behind him, pulling yourself away from his towering stance. with your new advantage, though winded, you raised your wrist to web him once more, when the huge, mechanical doors swung open.
“what the hell is going on in here?” miguel’s booming voice thundered across each vibrating wall, and you both froze, your arm gripped around your aching ribcage.
accompanying him was a cluster of spider-people, excluding your boyfriend. they took a second to adjust to the darkness of the room, before they halted at the scene in front of him.
“she went crazy, miguel!” the man on the floor shouted in defence, and your chest was heaving so heavily, you were at a loss for words.
“y/n, what happened?” gwen’s tone was soft, you could feel them approaching, your adrenaline draining through your body – taking any comprehensible inhibition with it.
“he swung at me!” you barked back, and the feeling of everyone’s eyes on you made your chest swell in anger, “don’t spin this on me when they’re the ones who started it.”
“we didn’t do anything!” unwebbing themselves from the floor, you stared at them, your eyes alive with rage, “she just came at us for no reason. she’s crazy, man.”
“i’m not—”
“enough! all of you!” miguel’s voice was heavy with anger, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t send a shot of fear to pierce your chest, breaking through the bone.
“i don’t care what happened,” he spat, looking at you like you were dirt on his shoe, “you two,” he pointed at your attackers, “get out.”
without a word of complaint, they filtered out behind your petrifying boss, and his enraged eyes fell on you.
"you," he paused, stepping until his lofty stature towered you, "you're one of our best, and you're picking stupid fights?"
"you don't understand, they–" you tried, grasping desperately at your side.
"i don't care what happened," he repeated his earlier quip, "it's not happening again, got it?"
reluctantly, you nodded, and he could practically see the flames in your iris, it burnt you to give over.
"go home, y/n."
"miguel–" gwen tried to intervene, but miguel wasn't paying attention.
"go home."
sitting on your bathroom counter, you struggled with the first-aid kit, hands trembling in pain as you attempted to patch up the skin that sat split open on your cheekbone. frustrated, you slammed the bandages and compact mirror down on the hard surface, chest burning with annoyance.
spine fuzzing, you felt the empty space change in your apartment, the tingling of static air putting you on edge.
"darlin'? you in 'ere?" hobie's rich voice carried through the walls, and you sighed in relief.
"hobie?" the bathroom door creaked open and he was standing there, dark eyes taking in your wounded appearance.
"fucking 'ell," he muttered, booted feet taking him to you, calloused hands gentle against your cheeks.
"you should see the other guy," a half-hearted smile played at your lips and you were melting into him, your anger subsiding, "well, guys."
"i heard," his expression didn't change, but his eyes scanned your open wound, "gwen wanted me to tell you she thinks you're badass."
a chuckle resonated in your throat, and you immediately regretted it as the vibration shot a bullet of pain through your bruised ribs. that's what hobie's mood shifted, his brows furrowed in worry and lifting your chin to him.
"what 'appened, pretty?" he reached for the first-aid kit, pushing your legs open to step between them – he tended to your wound softly, "can you tell me?"
hesitation brung you to a halt and you bit your lip. you had fought over him, defending him when he couldn't, but part of you wasn't sure how he would react. he saw this, sensing the tension in your chest, and longed to catch a glimpse inside your mind.
"look, i can't 'ave my girl get done up and not tell me what 'appened," a flash of his teeth as he smiled, and you reflected this, a tired grin on your lips.
"it was just," you sighed, wincing as he pressed a cloth to your cut, "they were being so rude."
"about you, darlin'? good on ya, defending yourself," he muttered affirmingly, dabbing the blood away.
"about you."
he stopped then. your eyes darted across his face for any signs of a reaction, nerves building in your throat. seconds of silence followed, and the air between you both almost dissipated as the tension grew. hobie squashed it, though.
pulling your face to his, he kissed you. lips warm with passion and respect, they melted together. hand falling to your waist, you were flush against him, the heat of his body overwhelming any of the pain pulsing in your skin. relief washed over you instantly. stress from the day just withering away at the power of his adoration.
breaking the kiss, hobie rested his forehead against yours, both chests heaving in tandem.
"you didn't 'ave to do that, darlin'," he muttered, and his brain was so conflicted. whilst his heart raced at the thought of you putting yourself in harms way to defend him, he felt guilty at how much pain it put you in to do so.
"you know i'd do anything for you, hobie." and his heart settled at that statement, nuzzling itself in the all-encompassing feeling of love overcoming him.
not feeling the need to do anything else, he kissed you again, this time with such a force you leaned back under the weight of him, shoulders pressed into the mirror. he was gripping your thighs, as to not tamper with the swelling bruise on your hip, and you succumbed to your boyfriend, lost in his touch, pouting when he pulled away.
"miguel's well pissed at you, by the way," he chuckled, cheeks flushed, massaging the skin of your thigh.
"i'm surprised it didn't happen earlier," you giggled, not excited to return to hq and see him again when needed.
placing a trail of kisses from your forehead to your lips, hobie's eyes softened.
"so proud of you, pretty."
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We’re Home?
Miles Morales (1610 & 42) x Fem!Black!Reader, Spider Person Reader
A/n: Couldn’t get this idea out my head so here you are 🫶🏽
Summary: You and Miles got sent to the wrong dimension.
WARNINGS: None I think ❤️
In a moment of terror, your eyes met Miles' with a shared sense of panic as Miguel relentlessly tried to reach you, his clawed hands outstretched. Your chest heaved rapidly, matching the tempo of your racing heart, as you desperately clutched onto Miles' hand, offering a comforting squeeze. And then, in a split second, a blinding flash of light consumed your surroundings, casting you both into the void. As the disorienting journey through the portal came to an end, you found yourselves violently landing a mere few feet apart, breathless and shaken.
"Miles... Miles!" Your voice pierced the air, filled with urgency as you desperately called out his name. But he stayed silent, lost in his own pain, his chest heaving with each labored breath. The sight of his panic broke your heart, you knew all too well the reasons behind his distress.
You removed your mask and knelt by his side, "Miles, baby, it's alright. We made it home," you whispered, your voice laced with reassurance, as you gently clasped his trembling hand and pressed it against your cheek. In that moment, you hoped that the warmth of your touch, the softness of your voice, would offer him the comfort.
But his breathing grew more rigid, his body filled with tension as he forcefully snatched his hands away from your grasp. Without sparing you a glance, he stood up and swung away from you, distancing himself.
Desperation welled within you as you called out to him, pleading for him to stay, but he only swung further away. Frustration boiled over, and you couldn't contain the words that tore from your lips. "Fuckkkk..." The word echoed through the air, a raw expression of your frustration. You swiftly donned your mask once again, the cold metal against your skin a stark reminder of the mission at hand.
You chased after your boyfriend, the sound of your webs in the silence as you pushed yourself to catch up with him. Deep down, you knew exactly where he was headed, and you couldn't afford to lose sight of him.
Miles slow down please." You tried to plead with him, but he showed no sign of stopping, his head not moving from looking forward.
"Mil-" Your spidey sense triggered. You looked around to see a truck coming full speed ahead, on a collision course with Miles. Time seemed to slow down as panic surged through your veins. Without a second thought, you swung into action, pushing Miles out of harm's way.
He was fine, but that didn't mean everything was okay. As the adrenaline started to fade, you felt the pain radiating from your pelvis all the way to your knee. For sure, something was broken. You winced, gritting your teeth, and looked at Miles, who was still in panic mode.
"Miles, please," you whimpered, your voice strained, holding your side.
But he only looked at you for a second before swinging off again, his mind consumed by his fathers fate. You felt your heart shatter from your lover's actions.
You took off your mask, revealing your tear-streaked face. The pain you felt radiated throughout your body, causing you to whimper softly as you attempted to stand. You mustered the strength to limp forward.
"Come on, Spider-Man," you whispered to yourself. "You've got lives to save."
You shot a web into the distance, propelling yourself towards Miles' home.
As you gracefully landed on the building across from his window, you balanced delicately on your toes. From this point, you watched intently as Miles crawled through his window.
You swung across, the wind rushing past you as you. Crawling towards the window, you knocked on it, hoping that Miles would open it. To your relief, he did.
"Are you okay now?" you asked, your voice filled with concern. Miles nodded, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
You couldn't help but be overwhelmed with emotions. You grabbed his face gently, pressing his forehead against yours, desperately savoring his warmth. You wanted him to feel the love radiating from your skin, to know that you were there for him, no matter what.
"I'll meet you on the roof, Papa," you whispered, your voice filled with determination. "Let's save your dad."
With that, you pulled away, crawling onto the roof. The night sky stretched out before you, twinkling with stars.
You looked around the bustling streets of New York City. It was Miles' building, but something felt off, and you couldn't quite put your finger on it. Your eyebrows scrunched together as you searched for any signs or clues that could explain this strange feeling.
You turned your gaze towards the entrance of the building, and that's when you saw it. Words etched in bold white letters. "R.I.P Jeff Morales, Husband, Hero, Father." Your body froze, and you stumbled back in shock, your mind struggling to comprehend what your eyes were telling you.
Tears welled up in your eyes as the reality sank in.
"No, no, no," you whispered, your voice choked with grief. "They said two days. They said we had two days." The words tumbled out of your mouth, a desperate plea to rewind time.
You finally felt the tears fall, overwhelmed by the weight of you were looking at. You had failed Miles, and Mrs. Morales. Regret gnawed at your conscience.
While you were lost in the depths of your thoughts ,Miles had been silently watching, his heart pounding with a mix of hope and confusion. Could it be true? Had you really returned to him after vanishing without a trace? Countless hours were spent scouring every corner of the city, searching for any lead that would bring you back, only to find all trails going dark.
But there you were, standing before him, a familiar face yet somehow different. In a Spider-Man costume, you now wore the very attire you used to tease Miles about. And your hair, once a vibrant shade of pink that he had grown to adore, was now a striking red. Your two puffs now a single one.Baffled he observed as tears streamed down your cheeks.
What were you crying about? It suddenly struck him. Of course, you had disappeared before the demise of his father. The pain of losing him must have been shocking for you, and now, in this moment, it all came crashing back.
As he dropped with caution, his steps were hushed, barely making a sound. Your spidey senses seemed to have temporarily deserted you, leaving you vulnerable and unaware of his approach. It was you, he thought, drawing closer to confirm his suspicions. Standing there, he observed you with a mix of awe and admiration, taking in your presence for a brief moment.
Just as he was about to reveal himself, your instincts kicked in. Without any conscious thought, he reacted, striking you swiftly and forcefully, rendering you unconscious. The realization of what he had done washed over Miles, his eyes widening in regret and horror as he caught your falling body, preventing it from hitting the ground.
"Shit, what did I do," Miles exclaimed, his voice laced with anguish and remorse. He cradled your limp form gently, the weight of his actions sinking in.
He turned his gaze towards your face and a gentle expression washed over him. You were in his arms safe and secure.
"Hello, Amor. I've missed you so much," he said, his voice filled with emotion, almost on the verge of breaking.
Realizing that he had to share the news of your return with someone, he decided to text Uncle Aaron. Setting you down gently, he took out his phone.
"Yo unc, you wouldn't believe who I found," Miles texted back, his fingers rapidly tapping on his phone's screen.
"Miles, I'm right next to you. What are you texting for?" he questioned, his tone laced with confusion.
Miles looked up, and replied, "Next to me? What are you talking about?"
"Get in position," the text message buzzed on Miles' phone. "I'm coming to the roof now."
As he positioned himself, hidden from view, he observed his uncle walking through the door, followed by someone unexpected.
And then, standing before him, was a figure that sent chills down Miles' spine. It was Him.
Miles wasted no time leaping, knocking himself out.
You regained consciousness, your eyes still closed, a massive headache washing over you along with the pain in your side. You groaned, trying to move, only to feel that you were tied. Your wrists were bound, as well as your ankles. Your eyes shot open as you wriggled around, sitting up.
You scanned your surroundings. You would recognize this apartment from anywhere. Aaron's apartment, but he's dead. How'd you get here? Dread slowly filled you.
"You should stop moving, sweetheart," you heard a voice say.
Your head snapped up toward the voice. You blinked your eyes, unable to believe who stood before you.
"Yeah, it's her nephew,"
"You're supposed to be dead, we watched you die," you said lowly, the painful memories of that day flooding your mind.
"Unc, please, you have to let me go. Where's Miles?" you whimpered out, trying to hold back your emotions.
"Why would we let you leave?" The voice boomed, sending a shiver down your spine. The sound of heavy footsteps refilled your ear, growing louder with each passing second. Your heart raced as you braced yourself for whatever awaited you.
Suddenly, the figure responsible for the voice came into view. A masked figure, dressed in a black and purple suit adorned with the distinctive prowler logo, stood before you. The cold steel of his claws brushed against your chin, causing you to flinch.
"Red suits you, amor," the prowler taunted. You hardened your gaze, recognizing the familiar logo on his shirt. This was no ordinary criminal. This was personal. But you were still confused as Aaron stood to the left of you.
"Don't call me that," you retorted, your voice filled with a mix of defiance and fear. The memories of the past encounters you and Miles had with the prowler flooded your mind, fueling your determination to escape.
As the prowler's mask powered down and slowly retracted, revealing his true identity, your breath caught in your throat.
"Miles?" you whispered, your voice barely audible
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Love-Hate | H.B.
summary: you’re love-hate relationship with Hobie Brown himself <3
pairing: Hobie Brown x fem!Spidey!reader
warnings: kinda suggestive !! making out, fluff if you squint, cursing, gwen and miles being in an awkward situation, lmk if i forgot any !!
wc: 1.5k+
a/n: it’s so hard to write for hobie’s accent oml !!
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You had a love-hate relationship with Hobie.
Literally.
One second you’ll be annoyed at him for taking all the snacks you announced you wanted to have and the next, you’ll be making out in the break room, knocking things over. It was a never-ending cycle that confused everyone who witnessed an interaction. Even during missions Miguel sent out, the bickering wouldn’t end and in return, the make-outs wouldn’t end.
You never labeled the relationship as anything and Hobie hated labels, so it was a win-win situation. There would be some moments where you were just friendly with each other, but the arguments that would soon blow up in your faces will always end whatever chance others would deem as a healthy relationship.
Sometimes, your closest friends at HQ were nothing but added more reasons to your disputes with each other. The typical starter to a fight would be one stealing the others' belongings without them knowing. Yet, neither of you could ever give proof until an hour later when the item would appear back in its rightful place where it was last left.
Gwen being the cause of those fights.
Just like today, but worse.
You were pissed. And it wasn’t even Hobie’s fault for once. Still, he decided today would be the day to be the most aggravating person in the world.
“What’s got your knickers in a twist, love?” He draped an arm around your shoulders, feigning false hurt when you pushed him off. “Nice to know you have some sort of emotion.”
“Hobie, go away.” You glare in his direction, finding a smirk displayed on his face. Not giving him the satisfaction of blowing up just yet, you answer his previous question. “Miguel is being a huge dick. I fought the stupid anomaly off and got blamed for not calling it in. What does he want me to do? Risk the entire universe, my universe to be more precise, just to call in a stupid anomaly? I would rather be stranded on a deserted island than risk that! I hate him so much, I have no idea why I joined this stupid society!”
You enter one of the more secluded areas you claimed as your own place, scanning for the walkman your dad gave you before he… Well, you all know the canon event by now.
“Where the fuck is it?” You let out a frustrated groan, opening the drawers and slamming them shut once you realized someone had taken it. “Did you take it?”
“What?”
“Did you take the walkman?” You stare up at him, glare still prominent. “I left it here.”
“Why would I take the walkman?” Hobie blatantly replied, hands in the pockets of his vest as he leaned against one of the walls, his guitar placed right beside him.
“Because you steal all of my shit, Hobie!” You rub your forehead, earning a raised brow from the male. “You know what? Fine, it’s fine. Everything is fine. I just need to relax. Then maybe you’ll give back the Walkman.”
“I don’t have the bloody Walkman.” He walked up to you, mere inches away. “And if I did, I would ‘ave gave it to ya’ as it seems you’re in a bit of a pissy mood.”
“Bite me.” You roll your eyes at his words, shifting closer to his frame. “You always take my things! No matter what time of day it is, where we are, it always goes missing! And you clearly don’t understand the value of this particular item!”
You looked up at him as you breathed heavily from the small outburst.
“I didn’t take anything.” Hobie met your eyes and leaned the smallest bit.
“Liar.” You reply with a voice laced with pure hate.
If anyone had walked in for the first few seconds, they would’ve thought it was a staring contest. But the sudden energy that emitted from the both of you completely took over, now hoping no one walked in.
Your hands pulled on his vest as he held your face with one hand and your waist with the other, his lips meeting you with such force and passion. As swiftly as it happened, you were able to sync up your movements, allowing Hobie to push you on the couch.
“I fucking hate you.” You separate from him, catching your breath.
“Feelings mutual, love.” He kissed your jaw and moved down to your neck, leaving small pecks and sucking on the more sensitive parts. You let out a small moan at the action, tugging on his vest and wanting to feel his lips back on your own.
“You’re so fucking needy.”
“Shut up.” You close the gap between you two, the coolness of his lip ring sending a miniature shiver down your spine.
He slotted one of his legs between both of yours, eliciting a whimper you tried to hold back. Something that Hobie didn’t fail to hear. He shifted his leg with the smallest amount of force causing you to gasp, letting him slip his tongue into your mouth. He swallowed all your noises, immediately feeling the need to get closer than you already were.
Hobie pulled away from you, the line of spit connecting the two of you splitting as you groaned from the physical detachment.
“Bee, what the fuck!” Your brows furrowed in confusion, eyes still full of desire for the Brit in front of you.
“Y’know how much I hate your Spidey suit.” He squeezed your waist, watching you squirm underneath him. “It makes everything so impossible.”
You huff, “Don’t blame me for something you started.”
“I didn’t take your walkman.” He spoke in a lower tone, eyes darkening. “How many times will I have to say that for you to get that in your pretty likkle mind?”
“Fuck you.”
“You fucking wish.” Hobie went to attack your neck once more, this time gaining a much louder moan. Your own eyes widen at the noise.
He groaned into your neck, “Holy shit, love.”
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“Miles, you’ve discovered every inch of this place! What more do you need to discover?” Gwen walked backward, watching her friend’s eyes light up as he spotted a hallway he’s never been in. “What?”
“What’s over there?”
Gwen looked over to where he was pointing, immediate regret taking over. I knew I should’ve gone another way. She thought.
“Nothing, don’t worry about it. Let’s go to the break room and bother more cool Spider-men!”
Miles raised a brow at her sudden energy to leave the area. “What? Are you hiding something there?”
“Me? I won’t ever hide something in this stupid place.” She crossed her arms, standing her ground. “Let’s leave.”
“Nope.” He popped his p, already walking to the new area. “I wanna look to see what’s over there.”
“It’s boring! It is so boring over there.” Gwen followed, hoping that you weren’t there.
“If it’s boring, why do you want us to leave this place so bad?”
“Just… Because.” She stuck her tongue out. “Just come on, nothing good is over—“
“Fuck!”
The distant sound made Miles concerned, thinking someone was hurt in the area. He started to make his way down the hallway, Gwen trying to stop him before he saw something he wished he didn’t.
“Gwen. If something bad happens down there and we could’ve prevented it, it’ll be on you.” He poked her arm, web shooters ready just in case. “We’ll just check, okay?”
The blonde bit her lip and nodded. Instead of getting her web-shooters ready to shoot at whatever the cause is, she got ready to web his eyes closed and her own hands to cover hers.
Miles burst into the room flicking the lights on, screaming to scare off whatever it was.
You and Hobie, on the other hand, jumped at the noise, Hobie throwing a pillow at the culprit.
“MILES?!” You shout, hiding yourself under Hobie, silently cursing. “GWEN?!”
“OH, MY EYES!” Miles turns around, Gwen in return webbing them shut a little too late. “OW, MY EYES!”
“Oops, sorry, Miles.” She pats his shoulder, not making eye contact with the older pair. “Hey, Hobie… Hey—”
“As much as I love a group reunion, get the fuck out.” Hobie dropped his head on your shoulder, muttering out words that weren’t too nice. Gwen quickly turned around and left without struggle, Miles still struggling with the web stuck on his face. The blonde whispered an apology to the boy, grabbing his arm and leading him out of the room.
“Sorry— OW! Gwen!” Miles leaves the room with a yelp.
Hobie rolls his eyes at the pair, tilting his head to meet your eyes. “So?”
You stare back, “What?”
“You called me Bee.” He gave a smug look. “You like me.”
“I do not!”
“Whatever you say.”
You smack his arm, adjusting the way you lay on the couch. “You still took my walkman.”
“Gwendy literally left it on the counter over there,” Hobie smirks in your direction. “Either your spidey senses aren’t working or you love me.”
“Love? No. Absolutely not.”
“The look of messy everything on you is a style then, yeah?” He clicks his tongue, taking in your disheveled look.
“I hate you.”
“Hate you too.” He gave you one last kiss, which believe it or not, left a small smile on your lips.
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Bad Things - Miguel O'Hara
Miguel O'Hara x gn! Reader (afab biology)
tags: Black Cat (sorta) reader, canon-Miguel aggression, choking, fighting/canon-typical violence, hint to cnc, predator/prey, teasing, cute aggression, establishing dominance, dry-humping, brat behavior, oral (reader/miguel), doggy-style, animal-like aggression, creampie
part two here
word count: 4.68k
synopsis: You find yourself on Miguel O'Hara's canon divergence radar.
a/n: honestly, someone buy me a drink rn. someone sedate me, pls
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Fuck a canon event.
Seriously.
You couldn't care anymore about a canon event than you did your next steal. So there was no way you were ever on any Spidey's good side.
Every Spider you encountered were none too pleased with your wry wit and quick-footing, making their job a little more difficult than usual. Unlike the many unhinged villains they encountered, you were both sane and a downright asshole.
Who cared about the balance of good and evil when there was so much fun in watching chaos? Everyday being the same was boring, sometimes the drama made it worth while.
After a successful heist stealing a jeweler parlor, you made your way back to your apartment to inspect your earnings.
Diamonds, while a girl's best friend, were nothing compared to sapphires and rubies. Gold was nothing compared to the most polished of silvers.
Slipping into your apartment window, you were greeted by one of your strays. A white kitten darted across your bare hardwood floor to the kitchen, stopping in front of the fridge and rubbing against the appliance.
"Aww, pretty kitty," you swooned, scooping up the frail feline and throwing open the fridge door. "Milk is bad for us. But a little won't hurt, right?"
You scanned your barren fridge for the nighttime snack of choice; when you found it, you grabbed the glass bottle then shut the door with your hip.
You weren't expecting the imposing Spider hidden behind the door. His presence didn't even peak your senses, his scent almost undetectable.
Tilting your head at him, you furrowed your brows. Definitely not like the other Spideys you've interacted with before. His mask was laced in bright rubinous inlay, his suit emitting a dull glow like a screen.
Your stray reared in your hold at the stranger, hissing even as you turned them away from the person's stance. Ignoring them, you climbed onto the counter with your kitten and grabbed a bowl from the sink.
Eyes still on the person in the dark corner of your apartment, you poured a bowl of milk for your stray then pet down its back.
You hummed softly at it, scritching behind its ears while you worked up a purr. When you were satisfied with petting, you returned the bottle to the fridge and came face-to-face with the Spider again.
"You know, you Spideys usually start with a--" you were cut off by the Spider's large hand gripping your throat and slamming you into the fridge door.
You blinked pointedly, your eyesight going dizzy in the moment before narrowing your gaze at them. Your stray hissed again, hopping from the counter and scrambling under the bed.
"Straight to the point then," you said, tilting your chin up to lengthen your throat. "No spiel? No Spidey-backstory?"
"Do they do that often?" the Spider spoke, he spoke, monotonous and strong. "Give you a story?"
You rolled your eyes dramatically, taking the gentle ease of his hand to breathe. "Most of them do. Gives me enough time to get away."
The Spider tsked, his fingers flexing at your throat. "Weak."
You smiled deviantly. "My thoughts exactly."
You brought your knee up swiftly, attempting to bludgeon the Spider's crotch; he stepped back and avoided your blow, then pressed his body to yours as his hold on your neck tightened.
"Gatito malo," the Spider chastised against your nose. "Should've been caught a long time ago."
You melted an inch, your purr returning by the utterance. Your brow quirked, leaning in to try and examine the Spider's face from under his mask.
"If only they were efficient like you," you offered, gasping in a breath from his palm flattening your windpipe.
"Flattery will get you nowhere," Spider-Man noted with a scoff.
Your hands now went for his at your throat, attempting to pry him off with your claw-adorned gloves.
"I thought Spiders had a code," you squeaked out with a wiggle, trying to gain leverage from this man.
Your knees suddenly braced his waist, feeling the heat rush over your body.
"I'm not like the others..." he began, before you felt a sharp pinch on the side of your throat.
A puncture through your skin made you wince, baring your kitten fangs in pain.
"I do whatever it takes," Spider-Man grit out, tightening his hold on your neck further.
You hardened under his hold, your knees now squeezing at his waist to gain more leverage from him.
"You're telling me," you feigned a swoon, shutting your eyes to meter your breathing through pursed lips.
"You don't mess with canon events, gatito." He flexed his hold. His other hand was gripped onto your fridge, his claws sinking into the sturdy appliance like an opening a can.
Surprising yourself, you reached out for the Spider's face, clawing at his mask and taking the moment to wriggle from his hold. You sank down to the floor, ducked between the hero's sturdy legs to crawl away.
The hero recovered from your fake-out and turned to reach after your ankle. He grabbed you, pulling you across the linoleum as your claws scratched the floor.
You turned onto your back and kicked in the direction of his face once, twice before the Spider grabbed at your extended thigh.
You straightened up, using your core to pull yourself up. Your knees rested at his shoulders, his claws tearing into your dark jeans attempting to pry you off of him.
You squeezed your thighs at the man's throat, making him tilt his chin up as the moonlight pooled through your kitchen window.
His hair caught onto the night light, his eyes dark and beaming in the shadows of your apartment. You reached your hands out to grab at his hair, but the Spider grabbed onto your hips and threw you off of him.
Catching yourself on your feet, you skidded over the kitchen island and knocked over your stray's milk bowl. Ducking behind the island, you scrambled to search your pockets for a gadget to use in the moment.
"Nice try, gatito," the Spider called out, cracking his neck as he walked over to the island. "But there's no weaseling out of this one."
You waited a moment, thought of moving away from him but couldn't find a reasonable option. Instead, you flinched when he slammed his hands down on the countertop.
Glancing up, you met his eyes glinting a blood crimson. He lurched at you, making you scurry away and kick your shoes off. You rushed back to your window, ready to jump out and make your escape.
The Spider caught your ankle again and dragged you across the floor, earning a few more kicks at his chest and stomach. You flinched when he closed his legs over yours, took your hands in his.
He stretched you out under him, listening to your heart threshing wildly in your chest. The Spider leaned in and sniffed tentatively at the back of your ear when you turned your head in disgust.
The fear that rushed through you in that instant made his cock swell. He grit his teeth at the feeling, pulling back in an instant. You waited for your punishment in the form of striking, batting away your face in hopes he wouldn't break your nose.
Instead, you felt the sudden levity of the Spider gone. You flashed your eyes open, realizing he'd disappeared. But not without the jewels.
"Motherfucker," you pursed out, folding yourself upright then over your knees.
You tried to catch your breath in the short moment, attempting to map everything that just happened in the span of seconds. The Spider was in, then out, of your life in the blink of an eye and all you had to show for it was the now bleeding puncture on your throat.
You sat your head up over your forearms, steadying your breaths from the fight. But even when you did, you couldn't deny the warmth that pooled to your stomach.
You'd felt him against you twice, a stiff upper body and sturdy frame. He could've killed you easily. But he played with you. Much like you did to his Spidey counterparts.
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Stupid canon events.
They were nothing. And how the hell were you supposed to know which decision of yours would bring that mean, old Spider back to you?
The thought alone was daunting, staring over New York with a new task at hand: bring more chaos to bring your Spider back.
"Don't do whatever you're thinking," his voice cut in through your thoughts.
You turned around on the rooftop to see the Spider, without a mask on, leaning against the door to the complex stairway.
"I'm already exhausted," he huffed, pinching at the bridge of his nose.
You narrowed your eyes at him, leaning against the ledge of the rooftop. "You've just given me a reason to do it. Not like you'll stop me."
The Spider growled out in frustration, his chest flattening with the exhale. He flashed out his wrist twice, distracting you with his speed to web you to the brick ledge.
"Gatito," he stressed, pulling his hand from his face and stepping up to you. The man leaned down to meet your gaze, allowed you to stare deep into his dim eyes and the dark circles that accessorized them. "Don't."
You openly pouted at his warning; your eyes cut to the sky as you cocked a hip in defiance. "But..."
"Ah, ah, ah," The Spider began, clamping his large hand over your mouth. At the same time, he held his index finger up to chastise you. "No excuses."
You screwed your jaw sideways, allowing your defiance to bleed through your stare at this man.
"What?" he asked flatly, pulling his hands back.
You took in his entire stature, much taller than you remembered and more built than you gathered in the dark.
"Why didn't you deal with me last time?" you queried genuinely.
This man could've easily flattened you, you realized over and over again. He'd made a note of letting you know too. He'd been the object of your dreams that night, the reason you cuddled extra tight at your pillow.
Spider furrowed his brows in slight confusion at you, his thick brows pinching the skin between them with a wrinkle. He gave you a once-over, met your eyes instantly.
"I thought the warning sufficed."
You exhaled, offering a long blink to dot the silence. "Guess not."
The Spider leveled his brow, casting a shadow over his gaze. "We're not going at this again."
You reached out to brace his calf with your sneaker. "Come on. Admit it, it was fun."
"Never," he spat, adjusting his stance away from your reach.
You prodded your tongue between your lips as you tilted your head at him. "Do you get hard when you fight all your villains?"
His face flashed with quick embarrassment before he reeled himself back to frustration. "You are not a villain."
It felt like he'd baited you with something good. "So I'm special?" You asked with a grin.
The Spider scoffed at you, cutting his eyes away as his hands braced his waist. Now you were paying attention to how he was truly built. Your knees had braced that waist, your chest had pressed against his.
"I feel honored, seeing how intimate we got," you pushed.
"Shut," The Spider bit out, his teeth gritted as he leaned towards you. "Up. That's not what happened."
You raised a brow at his demeanor, hiding the devilish grin that tempted your lips.
"Are you sure? I feel like you're overreacting at a little criminal."
The Spider peeled his top lip back with a snarl, revealing a much longer fang than your own. His nose scrunched, almost disgusted.
"Your..." his hand reached out to grab you, his claws already extended. He acknowledged your slight flinch at him and drew back with a fist. "I can read your thoughts. They're...a lot."
An ice spilled through your system then, every thought you'd had about this Spider flooding to the forefront again. Every thought made you physically shake it away, wading through your fantastical imagination.
When you'd worked through yourself, you met the Spider's avoiding gaze wanting to see if you could make his thoughts.
"Anything...you like?" you teased.
The Spider scoffed, the noise sounding much like a furball ready to be hacked. He turned away from you, shaking his head at you.
"That's not what I'm here for." he offered.
It felt almost too easy. With a gentle tug, you felt the web at your wrists give way and you sat up on the ledge. "Are you sure? What was it you were saying about canon events?"
The Spider glanced over his large shoulder back at you. "What're you getting at, gatito?"
You shrugged, feigning dumb, bringing your claw-adorned glove up to examine them. They were sharp, much like the Spider's, but made from reformed silver. Purely for the show of it.
"Why is it that I trigger a canon event with everything I do? Your other Spideys can't seem to fix the situation, but you can."
Spider's brows were now melded together. "I'm still not following."
"I just might be your match, Spidey. I might be important to you."
The stranger grit, his jaw tightening as his hands gripped harder at his hips. "You speak nonsense."
"Maybe," you offered with another shrug, glancing in the Spider's direction. "But that made you hard, didn't it?"
He growled, snapping in your direction. "Stop that!"
"I haven't done anything," you said. "But you can't deny the attraction, Spidey."
"Miguel," he barked lowly at you. "My name is Miguel."
You nodded slowly, dropping your hand to hold the ledge you were balanced on. "Nice to put a name to a handsome face."
Miguel raised a finger to you, ready to scold you, but forfeited and returned his hand to waist. You lounged on the ledge, resting your chin in your hand.
Drumming your fingers to your cheek, you ogled the Spider, Miguel, as he paced the rooftop.
"So," you drew out, finally letting your smile curl on your lips. "You ready to confess, Miguel?"
He scoffed outwardly at you, turning his back to you until he turned his head up at the sky with a groan.
Sitting upright, you kicked off of the ledge and stood close behind him. You ran a finger down his back, tracing over the dip between his shoulders while admiring the husk of his build.
"I'll say it first since you're scared," you taunted, skirting a hand over his waist before stepping away from him.
You slipped under his arm as he turned, now facing him and leaning in to veer up at him. "I'd very much like to pick up where we left off."
Miguel glanced down at you then smacked his teeth in disbelief. "Ay, gatito, give it a rest."
You purred, reaching up to rest your hand on his shoulder. You ran your claws down the length of his arm before running your fingers between his and intertwining them.
"You felt it there, Miguel," you smiled, leaning in to whisper. "If you weren't on a mission, you wanted to fuck."
Miguel's hand clasped tightly over yours, holding back enough strength to not crush it. His claws caged over your small knuckles as he leaned into your face.
"You're no good, kitty cat," he seethed lowly, his eyes flicking over your body and back to you. "I have no reason to waste time on you."
You leaned in, skirting your nose against Miguel's to breathe against his lips. "You trying to convince me? Or yourself?"
Miguel's eyes flashed with anger, his brows furrowing as his nostrils flared. His mind was plagued with the images littering your thoughts in the exact moment, his throat dry as he attempted to tame his cock from reacting.
"Puta," he spat against your mouth, his hot breath punctuating against your lips.
You cocked your jaw slightly. "I like a challenge, don't you? Let's see who bites first."
Miguel smushed his lips to yours, just to get you to stop speaking. You were effectively working his last nerve, and the thought of having you writhing on his cock was beginning to suffice the stress.
His hand clenching yours relaxed, sliding up to your wrist and bringing your hand to his crotch so you could feel the absolute need of relief.
You hummed excitedly against his lips, feeling the heat from Miguel's cock cradled in your hand. Slowly, you traced your fingers up his sheathed length; the more you trekked, the more daunting the task of fitting him inside you was.
Still, you were unnerved. The lilac feeling trickling down your back as you tilted your head back and opened your mouth to receive Miguel's tongue.
He followed your lead at that point, edging his tongue into your mouth before delving and scouring like finding new flesh to rapture.
His other hand grabbed at your bicep, pulled you into his chest and tenderly squeezed at your muscle; his handling bordered on aggressive, withheld just enough under the surface to feel the tension.
Miguel gulped when he parted from you, not without a tender nip to your top lip. He bowed his forehead to yours, catching his breath while his mind now shared the same depth as yours.
"Take me to your apartment," he ordered, his hold squeezing on you to get his point across.
You nodded, eyelids fluttering as your chest rose with his.
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Down the stairs from the rooftop, Miguel kept close behind you. His steps held the same cadence, not picking up speed or trudging; he kept a respectful distance behind you while you followed your hummingbird-racing heart.
At the front door of your apartment, you fumbled with finding your keys. Patting your pockets, you attempted to find them as Miguel sidled up behind you.
He pressed into you, his hands finding your hips, rutting his sheathed cock against the backside of your suit. You fumbled a moment, each rock of his hips stalling your efforts to think. Miguel let loose an errant groan, his fingers pressing tighter into you and backing you up on him.
You reached a hand out to the door for stability, folding your lips together to fight back the noises earned from his bulge tempting against your heat.
"I-I gotta," you stammered, wiggling out of his hold to bend down and look under your floor mat.
Retrieving the key, you studied putting it in the lock as Miguel grabbed the top of the doorframe and leaned into your back.
"Don't make me wait now, gatito. Apurarse." His mouth pressed up to the shell of your ear, his breath trickled down your neck.
You hid a shiver, pushing the door open fervently and letting the stranger inside. Miguel grabbed the key from your door and tossed it to the floor, then slammed the door behind him.
He kept up with your heels, his shoulders rolled forward while he studied you like prey. You felt his eyes bore into you as you crossed the studio apartment, walking by the kitchen until Miguel shoved you against the kitchen island.
Miguel grabbed your shoulder to spin you around, eyed you over before landing at the buckle of your pants. He rested his hands on the counter, his fingers curling over the lip to hold back his eagerness to undress you.
"Get naked," he smattered against your ear, a trickle of his spit dotting his syllables. Miguel bared his teeth for effect, inhaling your scent from the close proximity. "Now."
You wiggled in place, feeling the nervous tickle across your back as the heat rose between your thighs. Miguel was pressed between them, no longer evading his deep interest in you.
Your breath caught as his swollen cock rubbed over your clothed sex, making your eyes cross at the thought of relief. Miguel huffed against your ear, taking in your shaken demeanor and pulled back.
"Did you not hear me?" He bit, taking dominant grip of your jaw and giving you a light jerk. "Strip."
Your hands went for your zipper in obedience, suddenly tame as could be; Miguel's eyes dragged down the length of your body with your zipper, holding back the driven hunger in his eyes when you shrugged a shoulder of your bodysuit and revealed your bare chest.
A mirthless scoff escaped his lips, his free hand grabbing at piece of the fabric and aiding it off of you.
"Straight to the point, huh?" he taunted, his voice toneless of joviality.
You sighed, smiled, and continued to undress for Miguel's approval. He tilted his chin up, looked down his nose at you revealing your body to him.
"Mira," he breathed as you pushed your bodysuit down from your waist and shimmied it to your ankles. Miguel dipped his fingers between your hips, feeling at the immediate wet along your folds. "Mierda..."
You fumbled out of your shoes and free from your suit as Miguel touched you. Your hand reached for his bicep, unconsciously spreading your legs to allow him further.
"You are a brat, wet like a bitch in heat," Miguel snarled in your face, drawing two fingers back and forth between your lips. He teased around your entrance, making you acknowledge the thickness of his fingers.
You squirmed, your knees almost magnetic to one another but Miguel stood closer between them. He chastised you with a click of his tongue, edging the tips of his fingers into you then back out.
Miguel's cock twitched at the feeling of you around him, velvet wet at the tips of his fingers. He put his hand on your hip, edging you onto the counter.
He followed you, pressing his cock to the side of the counter as he shifted your hips to the edge. You reached to run your fingers through his hair, give him a lick of attention, but he shied away from your touch and knelt before you.
"Spread it for me," he ordered, licking at his teeth.
Another chill shocked through you, following his order and using your fingers to hold yourself open. He swallowed thickly, drawing his hand over his mouth before swiping it down his chest to disperse his suit.
You stared down at Miguel as his suit glitched away, his shoulders revealed to be larger and rounded than imagined. His hands gripped at your knees, draped them over his shoulders as he sank his mouth to your sex.
His tongue lashed out hungrily, not wasting a second to savor you. You fidgeted in his hold, felt his teeth edge in and out of control. His lips kissed, mawed while his tongue lapped, dragged between your folds.
"M-Miguel," you tried, feeling him acknowledge you with a squeeze at your knees.
He drew back a hand, fumbled from behind his closed eyes to take hold of his throbbing cock. He stroked feverishly, his eyes rolling at the slick taste of you melting on his tongue.
Miguel broke away from you to bite at your inside thigh, not holding back as his incisors pinched your skin. You yelped, edging your thigh open further to evade him.
Miguel snarled after you, raising to his feet again with his cock in hand. The thought of engulfing you made the untamed heat in Miguel grow. He wanted to tower over you, make you cower from him just to feed off of your fear.
You stared unwaveringly in his eyes, acknowledging the deep red laced through them. You were tempted to blink, balk at his aggression, but you tightened your jaw and tilted your chin up.
The corner of his mouth twitched. "Suck my cock, gatito."
His order shot through your body, making you edge your hips on the counter. You moved carefully off of the counter, down to your knees before Miguel.
Your eyes gazed up the stranger's body, taking in every muscular divot and curve of him. His stature was domineering, the way he held his shoulders nothing short of menacing.
Miguel's hand reached for your cheek, caressed it softly before gripping your chin between his thumb and index finger. "Suck."
He pried your mouth open, guided your lips to the tip of his hard cock. Staring down the length of him, your hands went to his thighs to keep yourself steady.
Slowly, you pushed your lips down Miguel's cock; his tip pressurized your uvula, bringing tears to your eyes and spittle to pull in your mouth. You hallowed your cheeks, using your hands to slather his length with your saliva.
Miguel bowed his head back, holding in his groan as his hand rested at your nape. He seethed between his teeth, eyes rolling at the warmth you gave to his cock. His web pore under his free hand flexed in excitement, reminding him of the imminence.
He smacked his teeth, pulling his cock from your hold then tapping it at the front of your lips, over your cheeks before reaching to drag you up.
The look of your bed was calling your name, wanting nothing more than to share your intimate space with this man. Miguel thought nothing further than you, his gaze forced on you as he turned you around in his hold.
His hands gripped your biceps, weighed the thought of bruising you before folding you to the floor. Miguel followed you down, edging up on his knees to spread your legs.
He ran his hands down your sides, gripped your hips and ruthlessly tilted them in his favor. Without warning, Miguel guided his tip between your folds then in.
Your eyes fluttered hard, blinking and bracing your shoulder to the linoleum. Your arms bowed under your body, your stomach folded to your thighs tight.
Miguel was felt through every inch of your core, pushing more of himself inside until you were overstuffed with him. He stared down in disappoint, you speared on his cock but not taking him all the way in.
He growled, rocking your hips to meet his unmatchable thrusts. You yowled softly against the linoleum, your body burned with the ravishing heat.
Miguel's claws bit into your skin, holding you in place while he thrusted out of sync, no longer pacing himself.
A purr tore through your chest, rumbling the part of the floor and rattling back against your nipples. Miguel growled in response, his finger pads squeezing hungrily at your flesh.
He paused, allowing your throbbing sex to hug his cock. Miguel returned his thrusts, then paused in spurts to savor the bits of you.
You writhed under him, no longer feeling human but a vessel of pleasure. Your walls begged for release, your body shuddering with every edge.
"Please," you pleaded minutely.
Miguel inhaled deeply, then out as he thrusted his cock as far into you as he could; the jolting feeling brought you to your climax, eyes rolling as you released Miguel's name from your lips.
He clawed over your skin, bringing deep red welps and punctures to your skin. His web pores twitched to life, spurting short lengths of web at the same time he emptied his balls into you.
Miguel folded a hand at the small of your back, bowing you further onto his cock to keep his cum inside of you. Your body reacted with small twinges at the flex of his cock within you.
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You woke up at sunset, in your bed. Looking around your apartment, you searched for your Spider. Miguel. But he was nowhere to be found.
Dropping your head back in defeat, you scoffed at the ceiling. The one time with him now felt like it wouldn't be enough. He was now itching under your skin, you felt his claws had left marks all over you.
Rolling over, you went to grab your pillow and hold it close only to see a note made from spider web. You quirked a brow, leaning towards the silveresque threads twinkling on the edge of the sunset.
'Get in trouble again, gatito. Don't make me wait.'
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hello!! can you please do one with mcu peter parker where reader survived a bad mass sh00ting, and they're somewhere in the city, someone pops fireworks and reader gets scared cuz it kinda resembles gunshots and peter comforts her? thanks 🫶
promise | peter parker
hi, darling! thanks for requesting, i hope i did it justice! (this took a little longer than anticipated to get out, sorry!)
summary: the pain of the past is a tricky thing, even more so when it's traumatic.
warnings: mass sh00ting, themes of vi0lence,mentions of bl00d, g#ns/g#nshots, panic attack, ptsd
pairing: comfort!peter parker x hurt!reader
word count: 2.3k+ words
the festival is big, it's bustling with life. happy couples, children, and families roam the area, food in hand, smiles on faces.
lights stream from booth-to-booth, which there are row and rows of. you're walking hand in hand with peter, giggling about something he said.
after a long couple weeks, this is exactly what the two of you need. alone time (well, not really alone). just something to bring spirits up.
you pass by another couple, where a girl is holding the cutest teddy-bear. it's a soft beige, with darker laced bow around it's neck. he sees you eyeing it, grin on his face.
peter is thinking exactly this; "i'm winning that for her."
he drop your hand, to which you complain, and strides up to the couple. "hey, man. what booth did you get that from?"
the man looks up at peter, smile on his face, "all the way in the back, it's red, last row, i think."
peter nods, thanking the guy. he walks back over to you, grabbing your hand again. by the look on your face, he can tell you didn't hear.
he kisses your cheek, then pecks your lips. "wanna come find out?"
you nod like it's obvious, but peter likes teasing.
he's always liked teasing you- no, loved. he fell in love with the way your cheeks turned pink when he did so, all that power in his hands. somewhere along the line, he fell in love with you too.
if someone were to ask him when, he wouldn't know. he's always had that feeling for you, since the day you met. it just got stronger as time went on.
peter pulls you to the back of the large park where the festival is set up, all the way to the back. "peter!" you laugh, "slow down!"
you bump into many people along the way, apologizing to each one. but after a while, you give up.
he takes you to where the guy said it would be, and sure enough, there's a red booth, a row of teddy-bears in the prize cabinet. "i," peter declared to you, "am winning you that."
you squeal; you've got no doubt he can. "really?"
"yep."
you're already thinking of where to put it. the nightstand by your bed would look nice, or maybe the bookshelf. finally, you decide you'll keep it in bed with you.
peter steps up to the booth, and it's one of those ping-pong-in-the-cup ones. his spidey senses won't even make him break a sweat. he pays and the lady gives him three small balls. he weighs them in his hand, calculating how much force he'll need to use.
you're clearing excited, making him equally giddy. "ready, baby?" he asks, stealing a kiss for good luck.
"yeah!" you exclaim, with a clap of your hands.
peter glances at the cups, then back at the balls. he squints, aims, and makes the shot.
that's one.
"go, peter!" you cheer.
aims, and then makes the shot. it's almost too easy.
that's two.
he makes the shot.
that's three.
it's over so quickly, that the lady is suprised. nevertheless, she takes the bear out of the cabinet and hands it to peter, who in turn, hands it to you.
"aww!" you gush, "it's so cute!" throwing your arms arounf him, "thanks, petey," you nuzzle your nose to his.
"anything for my angel."
you kiss him, and hold the bear close to you. there's a small group of patio chairs and tables, and for the most part, it's empty. "can we sit down for a bit?" you asked, and then smiling, "not everyone has spider-man stamina."
he laughs, and you're sure it's the prettiest noise you've ever heard. you and peter move over there, and he pulls of your chair. "god," you half-swoon, "may really did raise you right."
"didn't she? i'm so charming. and chivalrous. and-"
"good in bed," you say, it's off-handedly, he can't help but blush. met by his silence, you over at him from across the table. "oh, sorry. i though we were listing things. you can't forget the most important one, can you?"
peter rolls his eyes, still flustered, "so you wouldn't be with me if it weren't for that?"
"hmm," you joke, drawing this out. it's fun, it's a distraction; you love it, and you love him. "well, it's cool you know tony stark."
"then go date him," peter says, playing along.
"maybe i will," you pull the bear to your chest.
peter makes a face, kicking you gently from under the table. "he's, like, 50!"
"well, maybe i like that. he can be my sugar-"
"okay, yeah, we're done. no- we're done."
"you sound jealousss..."
"no, i'm throughly concerned. mr. starks' about 30 years older than you!"
you sigh, "what about captain america?"
"that's worse! wait, you know he's a hundred-something, right?"
"even better. and he doesn't even look it."
"y/n. no."
"fine, fine- oh, wait! have you seen bucky? god, i just want him to bend me-"
"i don't wanna hear the rest of that sentence."
"i suppose i'll settle for spider-man," you say. "too bad he's not super-old and rich."
he kicks you again, and you giggle, falling into silence. you're having something of a staring contest with him, but you lost ages ago. your eyes trace his facial feature, and he's so pretty. you open your mouth-
"you're so pretty," peter says, leaning against his hand.
"aw. you stole my compliment. i was gonna tell you that."
"well, y'know, you still can."
"okay. you're more prettier."
"seriously? 'more prettier?' aren't you literally majoring in creative writing?"
"it's my off-day. now take the compliment."
"thank you. but you're the prettiest."
"you're max pretty times infinity. so... take that."
"and that's why you aren't a math major."
"boo-hoo. i win."
he sighs, long and exaggerated, "i can't argue with the basic, ever-true fundamentals of math."
"no, you can't."
you bicker back and forth, before you know it, it's gotten dark. peter scoots his chair next to you, arm slung around you. "isn't it nice?"
"what?" you asked, looking up at him through your lashes.
"spending some nice time together."
"oh. yeah. it is. it's been some time since we've had this much fun."
"mm. after this, do you-"
and it's so quick and unprecedented, you don't even notice it. it's a short pop, and instantly you've broken into a cool sweat.
because, god, it sounds so much like-
there's screaming. so much of it. it's never-ending, buring into your ears. it's everywhere, coming from everyone, and now it just sounds like a one big siren-y noise.
it feels like you're back there in a blink, feet glued to one spot as people run away.
"pe-peter," you choke, "you said- you said there wouldn't be fireworks!"
he looked around, almost frantic. "no, hey, breathe. the website said there wouldn't, and i double checked with the staff. it might be some kids-" he thinks that was the only one, but just a second later, loud pops and crackles go off - a whole series of them.
peter figures that it's some stupid teenagers down by the dock, which isn't far from here, but that's not his main priority right now.
his main priority is you.
you tune it out, the rest of his sentence because suddenly, it's not fireworks anymore.
you can see the bodies from where you're standing, darky, inky, red liquid spilling. they aren't bodies, not really, but lumps of clothing, a corpse inside.
you think you might be sick, but you can't feel anything.
or maybe you're feeling everything, but it's too much, so it doesn't feel like anything.
peter's holding you tight, you're aware of that, but you can't breathe. it's like your stomach twists itself into knots, like a rubberband being stretched and pulled.
your hands are clammy, your heart rate is speeding up, and your breath is getting shallow. you feel like you're going to burst.
honestly, it's not a great sensation. it's sickening.
you want to focus on what peter's saying to you - something along the lines of breathe - but you can't. you're sucked up into the past. but it doesn't feel like the past. it feels like the present.
someone knocks into you, and you fall onto your shoulder. you're wearing a sleeveless shirt, and your shoulder is rubbed up against the hard granite of the ground. you can faintly feel the blood that's there. though, you can't get it out of your mind that it's nothing like the body just 50 feet away.
you should move, probably, get up.
you can't.
you're frozen, all but for you're trembling breath, just as you were then.
peter grabs your chin, making you look at him. "y/n - can -" it's choppy, not enough to ground you.
and just like that he's gone again.
you never looked at any news reports, but you're sure that there were hundreds killed.
why weren't you one of them? it wasn't that you wanted to die that day, but it didn't seem fair.
children, parents, significant others, grandparents, babies...
they told you that you were lucky.
you don't feel lucky.
he squeezes your shoulders, "hey, hey, can you tell me three things you hear?"
you knows he's trying to help, but you want him to shut up. he seems to know this, but presses on, "three things you hear, angel,"
you're hyperventilating, "music," you choke out, it's the cheesy tunes, "the- the-" you're trying to think, "laughing, there's laughing. i h-i hear you."
"brave darling," he says, "can you do another on for me? two things you smell?"
"um," is it working? you can't tell. "food- food?"
"that's right," peter coos. "one more."
"your cologne."
"last thing, last one, lovie. one thing you taste."
"blood." it's short, you bite it out.
wait- blood?
"blood?" peter asks. he's concerned.
you swipe your tongue over your teeth, there's that distinct metallic taste. you bit your tongue, and you didn't even realize how hard.
he gently grabs your jaw, "no- hey, don't do that, my love."
you press your tougue against the roof of your mouth, trying to will the blood away.
peter wipes away a hot tear you didn't even know was there, "my love, breathe. you're safe, you're okay."
you bury your face into his chest, clutching his shirt. your hands are sweaty, but your lungs are doing there job better.
your breathing slows, and you're left sobbing. he tells you that it's okay, he tells you that you're safe. you know that in spider-man's arms you are, but it doesn't slow the cries.
his heart aches, seeing you like this. you've been getting help, but the hurt doesn't go away all at once.
peter knows this better than most.
he also knows that sometimes there isn't anything anyone can do to help (even though this is all he wants to do).
all he can do is sit there and hold you, let you know you'll be okay.
your crying stops, leaving you with hiccups. you're beyond glad that there isn't really anyone here, expect for an eldery pair. out of the corner of your eye, you can see they're concerned.
you feel like you can sense the dried blood on your shoulder, and you want nothing more than to scratch it away. you feel so filthy.
on impluse, you pull away from peter slightly, brushing that shoulder off. you can see the scar that it left, making you want to throw up. there's a patch of warm saliva that coats your toungue, and you can feel the burn in your throat, but barfing in public is the last thing you want to do, so you swallow it, gagging.
your head hurts, and suddenly, the festival isn't fun.
"oh, pretty girl, i'm so sorry," your tucked back into the safety of his hold, silent. "'s some dumb kids. i promise you, i had-"
"i know," you sniff. you're tried, exhausted.
"do you wanna go home?"
he reads you well, you think.
in response, you nod meekly. "okay, honey, we can go home. do you want a second?"
you shake your head; you wanna get outta here.
he helps you up, arm wrapped around your waist.
his main priority is to get you home, where you'll be content tangled in sheets. it's a quiet ride home, his hand is on your thigh, you're holding on tight.
you're asleep by the time he gets home, so he gently scoops you up, making his way inside.
peter sets you on the bed, going to the bathroom to get makeup wipes. he's sure you don't want to sleep in that.
it's the cool wipe that wakes you up, your eyelids fluttering open.
"petey?"
"hm? you're okay. we're home. 'm taking off your makeup." he pulls one of his shirts out from his drawer, moving back over to you.
"help me take this off?" he askes, tugging on the hem of your shirt.
you comply, and he takes it off, replacing it with one of his. you shimmy out of your shorts, and he tosses them somewhere, along with his own shirt. he quickly changes into something comfier, sliding into bed with you.
"feeling better?"
"yeah. i'm sorry- i-"
"don't you dare apologize," peter lightly scolds you, there's a soft type of stern in his voice.
you let your mouth fall shit, you aren't winning this. instead, you tuck yourself into his side, shielded from all your pain. when your so close to peter, all you can focus on is his scent, his love, leaving no room for everything else.
you sigh into his touch, and he holds you softly. "do you feel better?"
you're quiet, you don't have to put up a wall with him, because it's easy around peter. "yeah," you reply after a moment. "i feel better. 'm just tired now."
"okay," peter kisses your forehead, "then we can go to sleep, pretty girl."
to you it's a simple thing to say, it's sensible. to him? no.
to peter, it's a promise.
it's a promise that he'll always be by your side, that he's gonna be here to work it out, to put a smile on your face.
yeah, it's a promise.
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simon ‘ghost’ riley x f!reader
simon hates photos.
no warnings | 500 words | taglist | masterlist
Simon hates photos.
There are fewer than ten to demonstrate the span of your relationship. It’s always the same, harsh sounding, “No.” And even still, when you manage to take one together it’s forced at best. Him stood looming behind you with a straight face that can’t even hint a shadow of a smile.
Your shared flat omits framed photos purely for that reason. Each and every one seems gun point, and you’d never let him have a lone photo of you. Without one of him. “That’s different.” He’d mumble, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table.
“It’s really not.” You’d push his booted feet off, sighing when he relaxed them to the floor in a manspread. “I just want one,” You’re sitting by him on the sofa, legs kicked across his thighs. “One photo. That’s all.”
“You have one.” His brow ticked upward, shrugging one shoulder. “The one from March.”
“That was months ago.”
“Correct.”
You stare at him for a minute, looking for any sign of life in his eyes when you take your phone from the table. “Take the photo.” The camera app is open, phone tossed onto his lap. He sighs through his nose, picking the device up and angling it back toward you, pressing a dull photo into the system. “Not of me.” A feeble laugh escapes you at his frown.
“You’re not getting one of me.” His tone inflicted upward, hands innocently kneading into your thighs.
“Us. One of us.” You instead pleaded and Simon stared blankly— picking up the phone and holding it between the pair of you. His eyebrows raised slightly, eyes contrasting in their narrowed state as if he had no other idea on what to do. You watched him snap the photo, holding it back to you with a pointed gentleness, slowly placing it into your hand before sitting back.
“Happy?” It was a grumble to the untrained ear.
“I wasn’t paying attention.” You say while holding the phone back out, pulling your lip up and snapping the photo before he could do anything about it. A downturned smile sported across his mouth, raised hand near covering his face due to the angle but the amusement was visible. “Can you not?”
Simon sat further into the couch, arms crossed over his chest. “Why don’t you like photos?” Your question was obvious in its coming, although you knew the roundabout reason — you were never explicitly told.
His hand rose to rub at his jaw, dropping back down to rest over your thigh. “You know why.” It was a curt statement, said with his own knowing.
“I don’t know if I do.”
“I don’t like photos of me,“ The gruffness in his voice was laced with bite, boot shifting across the floor. “Just existing.”
“It’s only for me.”
“I know. But you have photos of me. I see you take them.” His words were punctuated with inhales, deeper and deeper until they were almost strangled, rounded off with a heavy sigh. “In the morning, mostly.”
“You fuck. I thought you were sleeping.” The play in your tone was caught on his end, tongue wetting his bottom lip with a one shouldered shrug. “There’s none of us together, though.”
“There is now.” He nodded toward the phone, shaking his head when you groaned.
“I’ll get a decent one yet.”
“That a threat, is it?”
“No. Just the camera.”
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hello lovely!! can i request some protective!miguel who saves his love from a villain?
jo!!! my love!!! of course u can 😌 i made it so miguel loves r so much he gives up canon events HELLO I-
pairing || miguel x f!reader
warnings || injury, blood, violence, angry miguel, protective miguel, we're also pretending his venom heals, this is so much more angsty than i thought
Blood.
The thick, dripping red liquid started to stain the concrete floors of the abandoned building. Miguel smelt the coppery substance before his eyes landed on the ground, then following the source and he could feel every single muscle on his body tense.
Your abdomen.
Miguel wasn't sure when it happened. You weren't sure when it happened.
One minute you were swung to safety by Miguel as he fought Carnage, and the next your body was pushed up against the wall as an iron rod pierced your lower abdomen.
Your eyes widened in shock before your hands immediately attached to the metal. Your breath hitched as pain radiated through your body—the adrenaline that coursed through your veins didn't seem to be helping all that much.
"Miguel." You whispered. It was so quiet—too quiet. Your vision started to become hazy as the blood continued to seep into your pretty black-laced dress.
Today was a special day. It was June 28th—the day that you met Miguel.
You had been stuck in the Upper West side of the city when someone attacked your work building. You had been late that day as your alarm clock had failed to do its job that morning.
You had rushed to put on clothes and ran down to the subway lines. You knew you were fucked if you were late today. However, a giant lizard had put a stop to your plans as it scaled the skyscraper.
You just stood in shock from across the street as you clutched your bag and put a hand over your mouth.
Then, you heard a deep voice from behind. "You need to get out of here."
You could only smile fondly at the memory. Today, Miguel had surprised you into bringing you flowers after work. He was gonna take you to a special spot—his favorite restaurant.
You cried out in pain as the building rumbled from the force of Miguel's attack onto the enemy. You looked down and whimpered—the loss of blood seemingly piling around you more.
"Miguel." You whispered, hoping that you could stay awake.
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Miguel wasn't sure exactly what had happened. All he could see was your blood. All he could smell was your blood.
It made him feel red. It made him see red.
"Voy a matarte. Te lo prometo." It was deep. A growl vibrated at the base of his throat and the whole sentence sounded like a groan. He promised.
He promised that Carnage would not see another day.
His claws swiped and dug into carnage's black goo flesh. Carnage just laughed before staring at the pure crimson of Miguel's eyes. Something clicked inside of him—something dark and brewing as the sight of your blood was played over and over in his head.
Carnage groaned in pain as Miguel continued to dig and claw his way through. Eventually he managed to slice through Kletus' skin on his abdomen, all while carnage screamed in pain of the host.
He swiped again, and again. Again and again. Rage bubbled to the surface at the picture of your eyes closed. Sadness enveloped his heart as the future attempted to flash before his eyes of a funeral dedicated to you.
Is this a canon event?
"Miguel, I-" Your sentence was cut off by a cough. Miguel's head whipped over to you and his heart palpitated by fatigued look on your face.
He wasn't sure how he had heard you. He doesn't have spider hearing like the rest of the spider-people or have spidey senses. Honestly, he didn't care.
His fist stopped mid air—paused between punches and claws. He looked at the man before him. Blood seeped through the blackened goo of Carnage. Bits of flesh clung to Miguel's suit. If he wasn't preoccupied by you, he would have realized that Miguel almost killed him.
His moved fast, desperately darting to you and pressing a hand against your cheek. "I'm here, querida. I'm here. Don't—don't fall asleep, okay? I'm right here."
He pleaded. He begged.
You gasped out a breath as Miguel's shoulders sagged in relief. You're awake. You're alive.
"Miguel. It hurts." You whimpered. Another drop of blood dripped from your wound.
"I know, baby. I know. I've got you."
In his head, though, he was panicking. The metal rod had completely gone through your back and was lodged into the wall behind you. You were stuck.
Tears pricked his eyes as his breath started to rapidly build. You were going to die. You were going to die. It all seemed to repeat over and over in his head.
He can't lose you. He can't lose another family again. Not again.
His eyebrows furrowed as he stared at your fading figure. His hands settled themselves onto your hips and he gently pulled you closer to him to get the rod out of your body.
Your screams echoed into the abandoned building. The rod sliced through each muscle and tissue of your abdomen as he continued to pull. "I know, please. Lo siento, lo siento—"
He rested his forehead onto yours for comfort. You screamed his name again as he seemed to pull harder. "Miguel! Please, please, please—"
"I know, cariño. P-Please—just—" Your body fell limp into his arms as he successfully pulled the rod out.
your eyes were snapped shut as the pain became too much. Your breathing was haggard and Miguel knew he didn't have much time left.
He had no time left.
He gently moved the strap of your dress. His fingers brushed against your soft skin and his mind reeled from the idea of never hearing your laughter again. Is this a canon event? He asks once more.
In a panic from his thoughts, his teeth sunk into your flesh and he let his venom flow through your veins. He let the venom heal the broken parts of your skin. He bunched up the side of your dress so he could watch as the wound started to slowly heal itself.
He looked down to see that your breathing had evened in your slumber. He made a promise to himself as he carried you back home. You would be protected. You would be unharmed. You would be safe.
Miguel will make damn sure of that for the rest of his waking life. Nothing and no one will ever do harm to you. Ever.
He tucked you neatly into bed and pressed a kiss to your hair line. "I'm never letting you go."
He held in his breath. He felt tears start to prick his water line again. "Te amo." He whispered into the dark. He felt his chest blossom with guilt, relief, and happiness all at once.
One day, he might say that to your face and watch as your eyes lighted with joy. For now, he was going to show you his earth-shattering love through bandage changes and cuddles.
Fuck the canon and fuck Carnage.
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Come on, live a little. | Billy Loomis x Scaredy Cat!MaleReader
You’ve always been one to play by the rules. Your friend Billy thinks it’s time to take you out of your comfort zone.
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, sneaking out, shy reader, inexperienced reader, coercion, oral male receiving, face fucking, corruption kink, hair pulling, sub!Reader, dom!Billy
Word Count: 1463
Kinktober Prompt - Corruption
a/n: I'm like 3 days late but I warned y'all. I'm also not doing the prompts in order just whichever ones I'm most excited to write that day. Here's one for Billy, none of the events of the movie would have happened if they just let you kiss your homie rip. Wrote this at 2 am it started out great and then well, you tell me lol. Enjoy!
“Billy?” You whispered head swiveling left and right trying to spot your friend.
“Billy!” You repeated, harsher this time. This is so stupid you thought. He’s the one that wanted you to sneak out and now he’s late to his meeting. Why’d he wanted to meet at an abandoned house of all places? He’s always been a horror fanatic but that was never really your thing. Despite how many times he and Stu tried to get you to like it, you just couldn’t handle it.
Your mouth opened prepared to call out to him again but was interrupted. Thunk. You heard what sounded like something falling come from behind you. Quickly you turned around, using the flashlight in your hand to try to light up the area. It didn’t help much, the house was surrounded by forest your small flashlight did nothing against the inky darkness. “Billy!” You called out straining your neck trying to spot your friend anywhere around. No response. You sighed, you knew Billy was probably around here somewhere.
Another sound coming from the side of the house makes you jump, quickly turning in that direction. “Billy, if you’re trying to scare me it’s not gonna work.” Slowly you step carefully towards the direction of the sound, fed up with the game Billy was playing. But then you have the sudden thought that it could be a squatter and not your friend took any bravery you felt left your body.
“Seriously this isn’t a funny man! If you don’t come out I’m gonna leave.” Another bang makes you jump, skin raised with goosebumps and hair standing on end you quickly back away. “This is ridiculous.” You mutter under your breath. Suddenly two hands grabbed your shoulders and pulled you into their firm chest. A shrill yell left your lips and you flayed your arms around in an attempt to get away. Not stopping until you heard Billy’s familiar laugh.
“Hey! Hey it’s me.” He spoke in between laughs, letting go of your arms and allowing you to turn around.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”
“You know I scare easy Billy.” You huff as you look around for the flashlight you dropped in the struggle. You could feel your heart thumping hard against your chest.
“I know I’m sorry.”
You hum non-committal, not completely believing that he was all that apologetic.
“What are we doing here anyway?” you asked hitting the flashlight with the back of your hand, it flickered on only for a second before dimming out again. Dead. Great.
Billy lifts his polaroid camera, shaking it in his hands with a smile. “We, my friend are here to take photos.”
“And why are we doing that exactly?”
“Halloween decorations… and memories.” Billy hands you his camera and gestures for you to follow him. The front door isn’t gonna work he explains but there’s a window around back that’ll do the trick.
“We can’t just go to the store like normal people?”
“Nope.” He grunts as he struggles to pull open the old window but after some effort it budges. “Plus we gotta get you out of your comfort zone. After you sir.”
You simply sigh and crawl through the window.
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Somehow you lost Billy again because of course you did. You can’t seem to catch a break tonight. You had turned your back for one second to look at the graffiti on the wall and then all of a sudden he was gone again. “Please don’t scare me again Billy.”
You could feel your heart thumping hard against your chest in anticipation.
“Woah, your hearts beating fast. I didn’t even mean to scare you that time.” His sudden presence makes you take in a sudden breath your eyes shutting quickly. I need to put a bell on this man, you think to yourself.
“Yeah, that’s what happens when you terrify me multiple times in one night.”
“Terrified huh?” He places a hand at the curve of your waist, leaning further into you.
“Billy.” You pay no mind to his hand on your waist, you’re just ready to go home, no longer wanting to be teased.
“You know if you’re this scared we could do something that will really get your mind off things.”
“Replace that feeling with something good.” He whispers against your ear. His breath sends a shiver down your spine. You want to ask him what he means but he answers the question before it could even leave your lips, pressing his erection up against your back.
“O-oh I uh...I’ve never really done anything like that before.” You are flustered and a little embarrassed to admit that you don’t have much experience.
“Really?” His voice is husky as he kisses down your neck. It makes your knees weak.
“You don’t gotta worry I’ll take good care of you.” He lifts his head, turning yours to face him. His eyes are barely visible to you but you can tell they’re looking right into yours. Everything about him is so utterly intoxicating, it’s hard to resist. “Teach you how to do everything. What do you say?”
“O-okay.” You mutter quietly and he smiles.
He looks down towards your lips but doesn’t kiss you. “Let’s start you off with something easy hm?” You nod and he turns you around to face him, pushing you down on your knees.
You looked up at him wide-eyed and he unbuckled his belt, opening his pants enough to pull his cock out.
“Don’t look so scared baby I said I’d walk you through it~” He teased as he pushed his member against your lips. “Open the mouth of yours baby. Yeah stick your tongue out~” You followed his instructions whimpering when he taps his dicks against your tongue.
He grunts. “You look fucking good like this. I’m just gonna push the tip in okay?” You hum in acknowledgment preparing yourself as best you could for the intrusion. You try to lift your hands to his thighs to brace yourself but he swiftly pushes them off himself.
“Ah ah, keep those hands to yourself, babe.” Billy rests a hand on the back of your head. “Gotta move your head y/n.” He pushes slightly at your head, just to encourage you to find your rhythm.
Your movements are slow and unsure, the furthest you go is about halfway down. Billy allows this for only a few moments before he gets impatient and takes control. “Lemme show you how to do it.”
The hand resting on your head suddenly grips your hair and forces you down the rest of his cock, holding you there. You try and fight the urge to gag around him. “Fuck.. you're a natural y/n.” He moans, his head falling back. He curses again holding you for a moment longer before letting you free.
You immediately pull off of him coughing. “What the hell Billy?” You spoke angrily.
He shrugged at you with a smug smile on his face. “It distracted you didn’t it? Now do you still wanna learn or are you gonna keep complaining?” You looked at him skeptically but nodded, scooching closer to him slowly. You trusted Billy not to hurt you and he was right you did feel way less scared now. Way less.
“Atta boy.” He encourages you and pulls you back around his dick. Moaning at the feeling of your warm mouth. “Keep your head still for me, okay?” He doesn’t give you much of a warning before his hand is tugging at your hair to keep you steady and thrusting his hips at a steady pace.
He curses under his breath as he fucks into your mouth. You squirm, rubbing your thighs together. You’ve never been used like this before and it’s doing something to you. He takes notice. “Is this all I needed to do to keep you from getting scared? Use you like some cheap whore?” You moan at his words and it causes his hips to stutter.
“I’m the first person that’s ever gotten to fuck this mouth huh?” He picks up the pace, his rhythm much more uncoordinated as he approaches his end. “Gonna be the first to cum down that throat and you’re gonna take it.”
He slaps your cheek to catch your attention. “Hey, hey look at me.” You make eye contact with him and your utterly fucked out expression is what helps his climax. He holds your head to the base of his cock, forcing you to swallow all of his seed.
He lets you go and watches as you cough and try to catch your breath. You don’t get too long of a break though because soon he’s gripping your chin and forcing you to look his way. “We’re just getting started baby.”
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HERE ME OUT! I just saw this tik tok and I need it in word form. So it already been established that Miguel doesn’t have a spidey sense (poor baby). So during a training session (this could be s demonstration for the other spiders or even just private training) Miguel walks up to you while your occupied AND BAM! The air is knocked from his lungs and he swears he’s at the gates of heaven because an angel is standing over him. After he collects himself he just walks away because good god you never looked so damn sexy. Your standing there HORRIFIED because by joe you just kicked your boss’ ass🧐. You spend a week trying to apologize while Miguel tries to avoid pinning you to the nearest wall.
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Training was one of the ways you always unwind. After a particular bad day or a mission gone sour, you'd be holed up in the HQ gym and spar with whatever poor soul that wanted a challenge.
A grappling technique was surely getting on your nerves, it was either the Spider fellow too nimble, or your hands weren't adjusting at his pace. Once more you had failed.
Frustration radiated from your pores, anger simmering stronger, deafening your ears. You didn't hear Miguel approach. He had been watching the training, sometimes he'd stop by and point at some Spider's flaws in combat that could surely cost their lives.
"Right, listen"
You weren't, too angry to even notice him approaching behind you, large hand on your shoulder
"Rule number one-", Your fist grope his hand to then use his own weight as a lever, to then bodyslam him against the mat. Air escaping his lungs in a go.
His body falling, sent everyone to look at your way. It if wasn't for the fact that you had just slammed your boss on the floor, you'd find it funny. Satisfying even cause the technique had finally gave you the results you needed. Face contorted in one of absolute horror laced with worry.
Miguel remained on the floor, blinking, a little surprise in his eyes as he looked up at you.
"I'm so sorry-"
You'd think that he'd get up to give you a piece of mind, to your mortify he just stood and left. Surprise still etched to his features.
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You'd try to apologize at every chance you'd get, but he wasn't having it. The memory still replaying in his brain. You had been so graceful and lethal. Proper of a Spiderwoman. You had taken his breath away, literally, but that just sparked a little something within his mind.
He'd definitely needed to spar with you. That anger, your anger, was a force he'd certainly like to meet, again.
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had my second high definition viewing of atsv in the theater today and here are my favorite details that i missed due to being overwhelmed on my first viewing:
LONG AF POST:
-gwen is literally wearing a rainbow shaped trans pride pin on her jacket with her prom outfit. she's soooo so canon trans <3
-captain stacy HAS A TRANS FLAG PATCH ON HIS POLICE UNIFORM JACKET?????? when i'm telling u my eyes popped out of my head 😳 SHES SO CANON TRANS!!!
-poster outside miles's guidance counselor's office reads: "visions sciences: telling you your story".
-parallel of miles's and gwen's dad kicking things out of general exasperation towards the beginning and end of the movie respectively
-when miles as spidey is talking to his dad and giving him advice (for himself) there's a reference to miles possibly reading vonnegut? (maybe in class??) "if this isn't nice what is" is a collection of kurt vonnegut's commencement speeches. (literally subtitled "advice to the young". the writers were extremely clever for this reference. if not reading it in class, miles has been searching up life advice on his own)
-i barely caught this but i'm PRETTY sure that in miles' room near his door there's a MICHELLE OBAMA presidential race sticker??? was president obama in the earth-1610 dimension michelle obama?? iconic if so
-fedex on earth-1610 is REDEX
-gayatri seems like they took elements of both gwen (police dad) and mj (young model) for her background as i believe i caught her visible on a "zomato" ad billboard (which appears to be the earth-50101 version of ubereats)
-i spent all of hobie's scenes trying to pick up the details of his many pins; but the only one that i could really make out with the quick shot changes besides the union jack pin was the one right above it, which is a three-leaf clover. i wondered if maybe it had some kind of significance to maybe irish independence or smth but i couldn't find anything online that backed that up so not sure what it means. if u know pls drop it in the replies.
-hobie's boots are definitely NOT ladder laced. i KNOW there is concept art and poster art of him with ladder laces but in the actual movie they are 100% crossed. also unlike the poster art, both boots have blue laces, not one blue, one yellow/orange. i wanted to be all on board the ladder lace code train but i'm pretty sure they just made his laces blue so that they could contrast against the red boots and be spidey colors. they probably abandoned the ladder lace part of the visual when someone realized what blue ladder laces meant in lace code. "HAS hobie killed a cop," you ask? given his comic backstory i'd say the odds are HIGH. but i would bet they didn't want people to think that since he's gone through canon event asm-90 ("a police captain close to spider-man is killed by falling rubble during a battle with a nemesis") that there's any possibility THAT was the cop he killed and he's proud of it (since it's supposed to be all abt character development from the ✨trauma✨ of the event)
-during the whole "intervention" scene, while all the other spider-people are facing directly in towards miles and miguel from wherever they are standing in the circle, hobie is the only one whose back is turned. he watches most of the scene over his shoulder. also, during a couple shots facing miles before the entire society of spiders show up, hobie is separated in the shot from all the other main spiders (Peter B, Gwen, Jess, etc) BY MILES. he is visible over one shoulder and everybody else is visible over the other. these two details are great signals of hobie having already MORALLY turned his back on miguel's authoritarianism, as well as giving a nice inverted "devil/angel on the shoulders" nod.
-peter b asks miguel to take a picture of him and mayday since it's her first chase; miguel brushes him off but mayday understands and uses her webshooter to click the camera button on peter b's phone and take a selfie without him noticing 😂😂😂 shes everything to me
-when miguel is pinning miles to the train, after gwen and peter b have caught up, there is a very fast moment when miles calls for help ("PETER!!") and peter doesn't reply to him, but calls out to miguel to calm down (smth like that) instead 🥲 peter for the love of god step up your mentor game and look out for this kid i can't handle it anymore
-when gwen takes the watch hobie made her out of the box, the screen is briefly visible and reads "project botleg". bootleg -> bot -> "botleg"; I SEE YOU HOBIE. people think he's so cool (and he is!!) but he's also just as much of a dork as all the other spiders. what a goofball
-in miles-42's room, a speed bag/speed ball/maize ball is attached to his wall near the door. there are other substantial differences to their rooms, but i think this is clearly a reference to uncle aaron-42's large presence in miles-42's life, given the association from both movies of aaron with the punching bag and miles getting guidance from him/looking to him for support.
-in addition to all the miles-1610 vs miles-42 prowler vs spidey reflection imagery in the end credits, guess who else has several moments of flashing from spider-man colors (red and black at least) to prowler colors (purple and green)?? miguel, that's who. miguel and miles-42/uncle aaron-42 team-up in beyond the spiderverse? or just an extra parallel for the antagonists sharing goals/possibly methods?
OKAY ANYWAY if ppl want i can try and dig up images of some of these but i figured that would make this post long af so that's all for now folks!! go see across the spider verse again and marvel at how much more fine detail you find like me 🕸🕸🕸
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WE BACK‼️ I missed writing for Miles and the new movie has convinced me it’s time to start again 🫶🏾 reader is gender neutral!
“It’s been a while.”
“A while it has been.”
“So you’re not only Spider-Man but Yoda too?” You giggled, a sound that he missed for so long. “Oh please teach me your wise ways Jedi Master.”
“Maybe I will since you still have a lot to learn young Padawan.” Miles chuckled as you scoffed and rolled your eyes, trying to ignore how awkward he’s being. It’s like he’s back in high school, unable to function normal being around you- which as much as he wanted to deny it, it was getting harder to when he could feel those same butterflies in his stomach rising again.
The silence between you was comfortable, gazing at the setting sun and mix of warm colors in the sky, thousands of feet in the air. It wasn’t a sight that was unfamiliar to you and definitely not to him- but for some reason it felt new today, the rays seemingly shining brighter.
Was it because of how breathtaking you looked under the sun rays’ glow?
“I really missed you Miles.”
His breath hitched, chestnut eyes blinking in disbelief at what he was hearing, the words flowing from your lips sounded so tender- you missed him? His heart was already beating outrageously fast, but now he’s convinced that it’s about to beat out of his chest.
Ever since you left, things obviously haven’t been the same. Miles was still the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, but he couldn’t help but feel empty glancing up at the night sky without you next to him. Texts and late night (or morning) calls weren’t enough to make that feeling go away- if anything it made it worse. The sense of longing would only grow deeper and deeper each day.
Until he went to his usual spot at the subway and found you gazing up at the mural he created, that same blinding smile making him weak all over again. He didn’t want to let you go that night, hugging you so tight that you had to remind him of his spidey-strength.
You both picked up like nothing ever changed- because it didn’t.
The only thing that could have changed was how deeper he fell in love with you.
“Yeah, I really missed you too.” He never broke his gaze from you, only growing softer as the silence returned. He felt a peace that he hadn’t felt in a while since you left, but the gnawing feeling in the back of his mind didn’t disappear.
Was the feeling mutual?
When Miles said he missed you, he meant it. Like he really, really missed you- but not just as a friend. He wanted to be more- God he wanted to so bad- but he didn’t want to drive you away if it wasn’t the same feeling.
But what if it was?
Just as there was a chance everything to go wrong, it was a chance for everything to go right.
And Miles was willing to take this risk.
He inched his hand close to yours, trying to make it as inconspicuous as possible.
“You know,” you began, glancing back at the sunset. “I’ll never know how it is to be a superhero. Let alone Spider-Man. Having people’s lives weigh on your shoulders like that all the time…all the losses you have to face.”
Like your Uncle Aaron- the silence filled in the words for you. It still hits him hard sometimes knowing he isn’t here.
“It’s a lot to deal with, especially by yourself. Which is why I want to be there for you.” You turned to him, a determined look in your eyes. “Not just as Spider-Man’s impromptu nurse either.”
He moved his fingers again, the tips almost bumping yours.
“I know that it’s hard for people to be close to you, for people to be close to Spider-Man.”
He felt something light land on his own hand, and saw your fingers lace with his. His lips parted a bit in surprise and he glanced up at you stunned.
“But it doesn’t mean that it has to be the same for Miles.”
His eyes flickered from your interlaced hands back to your face, feeling you give him a light squeeze.
Miles felt himself growing warm under his suit- he could hear his heart drumming in his ears, his palms growing sweaty, the tip of his ears burning- everything that he felt when he first got a crush on you returned tenfold.
“If-if that’s okay with you, of course.” You finished lamely, looking away from him. You must be getting flustered too, and you don’t know how much the sight lifted any doubts that he had before.
“YEAH- I mean,” Miles cleared his throat, cursing softly at his voice cracking. “Yeah, I…I would really want that.”
You laughed again and he couldn’t help but join in, taking the moment to lean against him.
There’s a first time for everything, and Miles is willing to take the leap if it means getting closer to you.
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Peter's used to having rough nights, but not like this.
His mask peels off of his face so slowly, as if it's become a brand new skin. It's sticky from his sweat, slightly hardened with history. A part of his mind wanders as the night's cool air hits his skin, whispering ideals, dreams, and prayers.
Being Spidey has its perks, but it also has its faults.
As he steps away from the window, a noise of someone stumbling makes him pause. A loud tin clatter echoes from the kitchen, along with a string of curse words. Peter inhales with relief, almost snickering with delight. Only you would snack this late and cause a ruckus as you do so.
If this was the start of your relationship, he would've also followed in your footsteps and allowed a few biting words to tumble from his mouth as he did his absolute best to strip his suit off without you noticing. How that would play out: he would stumble, falling flat on his face with considerable noise; you'd then call his name with increasing concern and he'd have to shoo you away as if you were a pigeon that flew directly into his mask's lens. (That's happened so often, if he had a nickel...)
However, this wasn't the start of your relationship.
Peter pokes his head into the door frame and witnesses the cause of your colorful language. This time, he allows himself to chuckle. You start, bracing yourself against the counter. A spatula in hand, branding it as if it were a sword. "Pete.." You breathe, shaking your head. "You scared the shit out of me."
"I could say the same for you," he gestures to whatever it is that you are doing. "I entered our home, heard something break, and thought we were getting broken into. Well, it wouldn't be the first time."
"When did we last get broken into?" Your voice is now laced with anxiety, and he feels slightly bad. Did he not tell you about that one time? Maybe not, considering he is Spiderman, and he's so used to dealing with that type of crime by himself.
"Nevermind-"
"No, you can't just end it there!" You are flabbergasted, and all Peter can do is blink his pretty brown eyes and hope you forget about this in the morning.
His wish does come true, but not in the way he thought.
After you calm yourself and slam back into reality, your eyes trail over his suit and then his face. You soften as you approach. "What happened? You look so exhausted."
"I always look exhausted somehow," Peter comments. An attempt at humor. Probably not his best.
You lick the tip of your thumb to wipe some grime off his cheek. "Not like this." Your eyes scatter all over his face: his forehead, his other cheek, his nose. You are looking for any scraps or bruises.
Peter finds himself deep in his mind again, remembering the events of the day. Saving a family from a fire, the smoke dancing alongside his suit as he reached into the orange flames. Stopping a couple of bank robbers from stealing at least a good 2 grand.
Seeing Gwen's face in the crowd for the first time in what feels like a lifetime ago.
With how you are right now, fussing over him, cleaning his nose, he doesn't think he would ever be strong enough to admit it.
"Just a lot at once," He states. Peter has never been the best liar. He definitely wonders how he's been able to keep up the charade of Spiderman for this long and keeps wondering how much longer he will be able to.
You give him a look that points right through him, and he forgets how to breathe. "You don't have to tell me now." You brush his shoulders in an attempt to at least rid his suit of some wrinkles. "But, you're not alone anymore in this. Okay?"
He smiles. "It'd be hard to forget."
(Somewhere, deep in the back of his mind, Gwen smiles.)
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Race me to happiness? Jeon Jungkook
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Summary: Your urge to beat Jungkook in a race makes you realize how deep you have fallen for him.
Word count: 1.7k Best Friends to Lovers
Ratings: 18+
Warnings: Just a fluffy drabble with Jungkook being the best boyfiee. They are in a relationship. Mentions of intimacy. Lots of kissing. Reader promotes the Spidey Kook agenda.
Authors note: Wanted to write some fluff before I post some smut.
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Okay, this is not what you signed up for when he asked you out. This man might have the cutest bunny smile, the perfect boyfriend behavior, and big strong arms to hold you up and down, he might even be the epitome of the word perfect but the only thing you would like him to dial down about himself is the urge to make you do athletic stuff, like, you are a very tiny human and he expects you to run towards the farthest pillar or the farthest lamp post in your sight in the Han river park?
Could you say no to him? Should you not run along? Would you not comply with all the wishes he makes with that puppy-like face of his?
No to all the questions.
How could you when he gets so excited and smiley making him look like a happy-jumpy bunny when he wins the casual-jogging-but-now-its-a-race? The fact that you don't like to lose too makes you make hasty decisions and then regret them later
Today is no different.
You sit on the grass with a sprained ankle which makes you want to smack your head to even think that Jungkook is unbeatable, for which you are thankful today, because if you actually had outrun him and then twisted your ankle? It was your face that would've been bruised, not the little scratch on your knee, along with the mind-wrecking sprain.
You see him jogging towards you with a cup filled with ice and you smile at him. He sees your hand caressing your ankle making his face soften he jogs up to you faster than before and up close, you can see, the guilt.
He stands in front of you with a frown and looks at you with his facial features all tense. Kneeling down in front of you he brings the ice in his hand to press softly on the sprain for some relief. When you hiss he pulls it away and looks at you with big round eyes, with concern and-
Is he tearing up? Oh no.
"Baby." You call for his attention in a whisper and he looks down in an instant pressing the ice so delicately as if you'd break.
"Baby. It's not your fault." You tell him, tilting your head to make better eye contact but he tries to hide his teary eyes by looking down and concentrating on your ankle. You take his cheeks in your palms and he looks up with a pout your hands created on his face along with his glassy eyes, he tries to move his face but you chuckle and pull him closer by the lapels of his jacket.
You spread your other uninjured leg to accommodate his big body closer to yours, him trying not to put pressure on your ankle. The evening sun gives an orange glow to his face when he comes closer to you, sitting in the grass, with your left shoe lying on the ground beside you with laces untied shabbily.
"It's not your fault, okay? I wanted to win this time. It was an adrenaline thing, baby." You tell him looking into his eyes and scratching his scalp with your nails while you speak, to which he closes his eyes and sniffs.
"I'm really sorry, princess. I should've been more careful." He says nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck, sniffling and you feel your insides melt from how cuddly and big and comforting he feels. The way he is not putting pressure on your body, staying away from your ankle, not before he positions the ice box on your ankle somehow perfectly making sure it doesn't fall, makes your heart swell.
"You literally fell down trying to catch me bun. I don't think you could've saved me from twisting my ankles even with your spidey senses. Especially in public? I can't risk people knowing, yeah?" You smile when he looks up at you with narrowed eyes at the spider man comment because of the recent childhood spidey underwear scenario.
"I could've saved your ankle if I was a real superhero though, and make fun all you want, atleast I didn't show up at the fancy dress in a banana outfit. I mean, what were you thinking-" he cuts his sentence with a laugh he lets out making his shoulders bounce, you vibrating along with him.
Cheeks red, you smack his shoulders embarrassed and he pulls himself back from your neck wiping the corner of his eye. Still chuckling he pulls back and you almost whine when he removes the slight weight you felt on your body he was so hard trying to not put.
"I was 9, Jungkook. Nine is a small age." You huff with a pout and he chuckles at your cuteness.
"It was just- there were three other kids with a banana outfit. It was funny, how you looked like a bunch of bananas when you grouped for that picture." He laughs looking at you but stops seeing your pouty face.
He smiles sheepishly and bends to pinch your cheek, "You looked adorable though, baby." You both laugh it out and enjoy the silence while he shifts back.
Sitting back he removes the ice box and changes its position not to make the skin feel numb. You smile at his thoughtfulness which makes your heart fall harder for him. Having been best friends since you were 6 you never knew you would know how much of a loving boyfriend he would turn out to be. Not knowing what forever meant with this man as a kid you thought he would be the best friend you saw in Disney movies or the bridesman at your wedding just like your aunt Ji-ah's wedding.
But neither did he turn out gay, nor he wants to cheer for the groom like a best friend. Instead, he wants to be the groom. You never understood how it happened but one day you're best friends (with one-sided feelings from your side of course) and the next day, he confesses. Since you had been trying to hide your feelings for the sake of the friendship, you felt overwhelmed and cried in his arms confessing your love too. Ending up sleeping on the couch, cuddled up.
He became your special person when you first saw his eyes look at you in a way he looked at the stars, his comfort, when you walked up to his car in a white summer dress for your first date, the memory of him telling you he wants to see you walking down the aisle in a white wedding dress for him just like that in future, is still engraved in your head.
"It would've been more convenient if I were a superhero you know? I could just jump and fly away with you. I think they would last longer than humans with the superhuman strength their balls would have."
How could he be cute and dirty in the same sentence?
"You are my superhero, Jungkook." You reach for his tattooed arm and say this with a smile and he looks up at you with wide eyes and a blush that he tries to hide, smiling. You chuckle at his baby-like behavior, all giggly and peachy, which contrasts his persona when he wants to fuck.
Double bunny, a name Taehyung gave him on one of those nights you and the whole squad plus their girlfriend hung out. Making fun of how he was trying to kill a waiter with a death glare for ogling you up and down but suddenly turned his head towards you with big puppy eyes when you excitedly called his name for showing him the new boba drink plushie you saw online.
You fell for his eyes the moment you saw him sitting alone on the swing. If thats were even possible for a 6-year-old kid.
Jungkook looks around and notices it getting dark, so he gets up, picking up the shoe and your phone beside you, seeing him getting up you try to do that too, but he suddenly speaks with his voice dropping to a lower octave, "Hey?!" You pause mid-movement at his voice, and he clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth. Scoffing at how you thought he would let you walk.
"I was picking up your stuff, making sure you don't forget anything and you thought I would make you walk on your own? The audacity, I swear." he scoffs with a smile pulling you up in his arms. Lifting you in bridal style he makes you gasp when you notice attention drawing towards you two, you try to push yourself off him and tell him to put you down. He stands there like a sim with narrowed eyes on you and you wiggling in his arms, letting you calm down from the little protest show you were having.
You stop your movements when your movements cause a piercing pain in your ankle, and you wince. Looking up at him with big eyes, you give up and he chuckles shaking his head.
"You can be stubborn as fuck you know that?" He gives short chaste kisses to your lips, one time, two times, three times, and the fourth time you don't let him pull his head back. His grip on you tightens the moment your tongue pushes past his lips and he groans in the kiss.
You pull back and look into his already dizzy eyes. "Just for you to put me back in my place, Jeon."
"Fuck" he curses with his eyes squeezed shut, you can be a minx if you wanted to be, he thinks.
"Gonna note that for the time I fuck you when your ankle heals, baby." He gives a wet open-mouthed kiss to your cheek and walks you over to the car, smiling at how you blush when people look at you in your boyfriend's arms, placing you in the passenger's seat he bends further to put on your seatbelt. While getting back up you lock your eyes with him, and the love in them makes you snake your hands around his neck, kissing him, you smile in the kiss and he whispers a little 'I love you' in between. Your smile reaches your eyes when you hear him say that. Making your heart flutter.
"I love you too, baby" you whisper back to him, and at that moment, in that closeness, with his breathe on you, with the love in both your eyes and heart you realize you can fall for one person all over again, multiple times and that love can grow up to limits you can never measure.
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