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bookworm551 · 10 months

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Take the Edge Off | Part 3 | Stress Relief

Your week hasn’t been going so well, so you decide to seek out something that can help remedy your stress.

A/N: I’m gonna try to keep rolling these out every week, but forgive me if I’m inconsistent. I’m a busy gal, but Miguel is always on my mind. Love y’all <3

Warnings: fingering, oral f-receiving, overstimulation.

Word count: 4.6k words

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You tumbled into your apartment from the fire escape window with a loud grunt. You sat up slowly as you held onto your sides. It had been a rough day for Spider-woman. A rough few days, really. There had been one particular rogue who was causing you more trouble than you expected, and you had paid for it with your time and energy.

You sat on the floor of your tiny apartment for a few minutes staring absently at the floor before pushing yourself up with a grunt. You shrugged out of your suit and bra and changed into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. You opened your fridge to find that you had hardly anything left. You had been so busy that week, you'd forgotten to get food for yourself.

You sighed and ran a hand over your face. Taking one of the two slices of cold pizza you still had left, you closed the fridge. You sat down on the edge of your bed as you ate, replaying the events of the week in your head. You knew your body was going to be bruised, and you decided it would be best to take something to help knock you out for the night.

You went to your bathroom cabinet and reached for a bottle of painkillers, only they weren't there. You stood there for a moment as aggravation washed over your body. Of course it wasn't here. Where the hell did you put it?

You closed your eyes with a heavy sigh. You had left it in your apartment on Earth-928 after your last mission left you covered in bruises, much like you were now. You pinched the bridge of your nose. Now, you had a choice. You were tired and didn’t want to do any more traveling for the night, let alone cross-dimensional traveling, but at the same time, you were in pain and don’t want to deal with it.

You closed the medicine cabinet and shook your head. Turning on the sink faucet, you splashed water on your face to revive yourself. The cool water was refreshing against your skin, and after a moment, you turned the water off and wiped the excess water off of your face. You stared at your reflection for a second and noticed the fading puncture marks on your neck.

You paused as the memories of Miguel’s body against yours replayed in your head. An idea formed in your mind as you thought about how good he could make you feel. Maybe you could get more than just painkillers while you were in Earth-928. Maybe you could get a little stress relief, too.

That made up your mind. You left the bathroom to find where you hid you gizmo and typed in the code for Miguel’s dimension. The portal appeared in front of you, and when you stepped in, you arrived in the heart of the compound.

Even as late as it was, there were still countless people around you. You navigated your way through the maze of halls back to your apartment. Inside, you found your little bottle of painkillers on the little dresser by your bed. You popped two of them in your mouth and swallowed before walking back out into the hallway.

You couldn’t be sure where Miguel would be, but you figured you’d start where he usually was. The control room wasn’t too far from your apartment, so that’s where you headed. You received several greetings from various Spider-people as you walked through the halls. It was strange being there without your suit on, but you figured that with what you hoped was going to happen, it would be easier in your civvies.

The door of the control room slid open, and to your tremendous relief, Miguel was standing in front of his many monitors with his back turned towards you. His platform was set on the ground for once, and thank goodness, too, since you hadn’t brought your web shooters and wouldn’t be able to swing up to him. Miguel didn’t bother turning around to see who was disturbing him. You stepped into the control room and began walking towards him.

“Burning the midnight oil?” You called out. At the sound of your voice, Miguel turned his head slightly in your direction. “The phrase is ‘burning the midnight wick,’” he corrected. “And it’s not even midnight.” You reached the edge of the platform and stepped up beside him. “Maybe in this dimension, it’s ‘wick,’ but where I’m from, we say ‘oil,’” you told him. “And even if it’s not midnight, it’s still pretty late.”

You pushed yourself up to sit on the desk beside him. Miguel’s eyes glanced away from his screen to look at you briefly. He took in your appearance, and you noticed how his eyes lingered on your bare legs for a second before returning them back to the screen in front of him.

“This needs to be done tonight,” he told you flatly. You hummed, glancing at the screen to see what could be so important. Line after line of clinical language covered the screen, and you only read a few words before growing bored.

“This seems tedious,” you commented. “Maybe you should take a little break.” “I don’t need a break,” he told you evenly. He continued typing away with focused silence, and you watched him as you tried coming up with a new angle to get what you wanted.

“Still,” you continued, “maybe you should anyway.” He looked at you briefly with an unimpressed expression before turning back to his work. “I’m used to late nights,” he told you.

You let out a quiet sigh. He wasn’t giving you what you wanted, but he also wasn’t annoyed at your presence and demanding that you leave him in peace. For Miguel O’Hara, you could almost say that he was in a good mood.

"I thought you were staying in your dimension this week," he commented, breaking the silence between you. You closed your eyes and released a heavy sigh. "Things just aren't so good there right now," you mumbled. When you opened your eyes again, Miguel was watching you with one eyebrow slightly elevated.

"So, you're running away," he concluded. "I'm not running away," you said defensively. "I'm just...taking a break, that's all." Miguel hummed indifferently, and his eyes returned to his screen. "You're taking a break," he repeated slowly, "in my workspace?"

You gave a little huff. You knew why you came here, and you'd hoped he'd know why as well. "I'm just trying to distract myself," you told him, watching him carefully. "Trying to alleviate the stress a little, you know?"

Miguel's fingers paused for a moment, and his eyes glanced at you before returning back to the screen. "And what do you want me to do about it?" He asked, his voice impassive. You knew what he was trying to do. He wanted to hear you say out loud what you wanted from him.

Even though you weren't embarrassed to say it, you felt that being direct made you seem needy. You watched him type away at his reports stone-faced as he waited for your response. He wouldn't get it quite so easily.

"I don't know," you sighed. "You seem busy."

"I'm always busy," he stated evenly.

You hummed. "Well, in that case," you continued casually, "I think I'll go distract myself with someone else. Say, do you know which room Ben Reilly stays in?"

Miguel's eyes flashed away from the screen to your face, and you caught the barely-perceptible furrow of his brow. He didn't answer you, so you said, "That's okay, I'll just ask Lyla. Goodnight."

You pushed yourself off of the desk and began walking away. Faster than you thought possible, Miguel grabbed you by your arm, causing you to halt in your tracks. His grip was firm, tight even, and he jerked you closer to him so that his face hovered inches from your own.

"I said," he began in a low, quiet voice, "what do you want me to do about it?" You felt the corner of your mouth curl upwards. So, he had a bit of a jealous streak. Good to know.

Your eyes fixed on his lips for a moment before glancing back up at his dark stare. "I want you to make me forget about my shitty week," you told him. He studied your face without response before releasing your arm and bringing his hand up to your face. His finger gripped your jaw firmly as he tilted your head up to look him straight in the face.

His stare made your heart start to speed up, and your breathing quickened. Miguel noticed your reaction, and you could see a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. "What do you want me to do?" He asked again, eyes fixed on your lips. His face was neutral, but you could hear the smugness in his voice.

Your jaw clenched for a moment as you thought about all the things you wanted him to do to you. So many places to hold, to touch, to kiss. It was a long list, but it all boiled down to one thing.

"I want you to fuck me," you said quietly. "Right here, right now."

His eyes raised from your mouth to meet your gaze, and the ghost of a smile formed on his lips. "Do you now?" He asked, feigning a look of mild surprise. You rolled your eyes. "I can still go find Ben," you huffed, but his grip on your jaw tightened, and he looked down at you with hungry eyes. "I think we both know that's not going to happen," he murmured before pressing his lips to yours.

You smirked against his mouth before his tongue slipped between your lips, and you slowly brought your arms up around his neck. His hand released your jaw and slid down to your neck. He had you backed up and leaning against the desk, and his other hand pushed between your legs.

You gasped softly as the heel of his palm pressed against you. You closed your eyes at the sensation as he moved his hand just enough for you to feel it. You even moved your hips a little, your body involuntarily moving to seek the pleasure you knew he could provide.

"How badly do you want it?" He asked with a low voice. You blinked your eyes open to look up at him. His face was impassive as he stared down at you with his dark eyes.

You scoffed quietly. "Do you want me to beg for it?" You asked. Miguel's deadpan expression didn't change, but one of his eyebrows raised marginally, and the hand around your neck tightened just a little bit.

"I'm a busy man," he told you, his voice like silk. "I need to know how badly want it. Otherwise, maybe you should go find Ben." Your jaw ticked in annoyance. You wanted him badly, and he was calling your bluff. Unfortunately, he was right—you both knew you weren't going to find Ben.

Instead of responding immediately, you lifted a hand up to his chest, looked up at him through your lashes, and gave him a little pout. "You don't want me to do that, do you?" You asked him sweetly. You could see Miguel's jaw tense as he stared down at you, and you hoped that you could charm him into forgetting his question.

He brought his face so close to yours that your noses were touching. There was a faint look of amusement that gleamed in his eyes, and you knew he wasn't falling for it.

"I want you," he said slowly, "to tell me how badly you want it." He began moving his hand against you more forcefully, and a groan escaped your lips before you could think to hold it back. He knew what he was doing, and his deep voice made you restless for more friction between your legs.

You tried moving against him to increase the pleasure you felt, but Miguel moved his hand back away from you. You let out a soft whine as he took away the very thing you wanted, and you realized that Miguel had complete power over you.

He was looking down at you expectantly, one eyebrow still slightly elevated while his eyes were fixed on your lips. "Well?" He asked in a low voice. "I don't have all night, cariño."

You were defeated. Whatever semblance of pride you still had after seeking him out evaporated at his words. You rubbed your thighs together to try to give yourself relief from the throbbing between your legs, but you knew only Miguel could give you the satisfaction you were needing.

"Please," you said quietly, your lips brushing against his. "I want you so much, it's making me ache." He hummed thoughtfully, the corners of his lips turned ever so slightly upwards in triumph. He placed his hands on your hips and moved them slowly up under your shirt.

"I like when you say please," he murmured as his fingers brushed across your torso. "Say it again."

His tantalizing touch was making your breath shaky, and your desperation was rising. You tried to kiss him, but he pulled his head back a fraction of an inch out of reach. "Please," you whispered against his lips. "I want you to touch me."

That seemed to satisfy him. With a smirk, Miguel breathed, "So needy," before he brought his lips down on yours with ravenous hunger. His tongue danced against your own, and you moaned softly into his mouth. His arm scooped around your lower back and picked you up onto the desk behind you. One of your hands ran up the back of his neck and through his soft hair as you pulled yourself as close to him as possible.

His hot kisses trailed down to your neck, earning shaky gasps from you, while his hands explored your body further. "You still have your souvenir from last time," he noted smugly as his lips pressed down over the bite mark he had left before. "Should I give you another one?"

You wanted to respond, to let him know exactly what you wanted, but his hands had reached your breasts, and his eager grasping stole your ability to speak. Instead, you sighed loudly and leaned into his touch. Miguel was amused by your powerlessness and enjoyed every little sound you made.

He finally decided that he was tired of feeling without seeing, and his hands lifted the shirt up your body and over your head. His eyes moved down to admire your body, and he froze, his expression hardening. You followed his gaze and saw the colored bruising that had formed on your torso.

Oh yeah, you had almost forgotten about that.

There was a beat of tense silence as he stared at your body. "Who did this to you?" He finally asked in a low voice, his eyes fixated on your darkened skin.

You sighed thinking about how you got those bruises. "Just some villain of the week," you told him quietly. Miguel's eyes moved from your torso to your face, and you averted your eyes before mumbling, "It's been a shitty week."

The was a quiet pause as he assessed your body with hard eyes and a clenched jaw. You shifted uncomfortably under his stare, feeling self-conscious of the mottled bruising across your skin. Miguel must have realized because his eyes moved back up to your face, and he placed a slow kiss on your lips.

"Only I can mark you," he whispered, his hands moving across your body again. "Got it?" You smiled as you kissed him back before murmuring, "Yes, sir." Miguel gave a low growl in the back of his throat at your response. "If you keep saying that," he began, "I won't be able to control myself."

You smirked as you wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him closer. "That's the point," you said smoothly. You traced the edge of his lips with your tongue before adding, "I want everyone in this compound to know what you're doing to me."

Miguel responded by kissing you hungrily and taking your bottom lip between his teeth. You gasped as he bit down just hard enough to not hurt you. He let go after a second and whispered in a hoarse voice, "By the time I'm through with you, there won't be a person who doesn't know."

As he spoke, his hand pushed you down by your chest, and he traced his fingers down your stomach to the waistband of your shorts. Your breath hitched at his soft touch, and you shifted your hips for him. Miguel's expressions were always very subtle, but his eyes displayed the amusement he felt at your eagerness.

His fingers slipped under the waist of your shorts, and he lifted you up just enough to remove them from your body. His mouth twisted into a subtle smirk as he gazed down at you completely uncovered on his desk. His hands slid up the inside of your thighs and pushed them apart gently.

Your breathing grew quicker in anticipation, and chills ran up your body as he touched your tender skin. "So soft," he murmured, lowering his mouth to kiss the inside of your thigh. "I'll make you forget all about your shitty week." You moaned quietly and ran your fingers through his hair.

His kisses trailed upward closer and closer to your aching entrance. Just as his lips reached the top of your thigh, he pulled his head away. You whined softly and tugged at his hair to bring him back down again. "Don't tease," you groaned, earning a dark chuckle from Miguel.

"So needy," he repeated smugly. "You're already so wet for me, aren't you?" Before you could reply, his fingers pressed into you, making you gasp out his name. He sighed as he moved his fingers with agonizing slowness. "Oh, yes you are," he said with a smirk.

You closed your eyes and groaned as his fingers moved inside you. "Oh, Miguel," you whispered quietly through your gasping breaths. He hummed and kissed your stomach softly. "I love it when you say my name like that," he told you, his voice heavy with lust.

His fingers started pumping in and out of you faster. You let out a long moan at the feeling he brought you. He was so good at reading your body, and his fingers curled just right inside you, forcing loud breaths from your mouth. Your eyes were unfocused, and all you could see was the yellow light of the monitors around you.

Miguel placed another kiss on your skin before his pace slowed, and he removed his fingers from your pussy, making you whine and move your hips in search of some relief. "Don't stop, Miguel," you pleaded softly. You blinked down at him, and your eyes met his dark, half-lidded gaze. His whole face was burning with desire as he knelt down in front of the desk, and his hands came to wrap around your thighs while he placed your legs over his shoulders.

"Don't stop saying my name," he murmured before lowering his mouth down onto you. You cried out in pleasure as his mouth moved eagerly against your entrance, leaving you grasping desperately at his hair. "Miguel," you gasped, your legs struggling against his firm grip.

He moaned as he continued eating you out, fueled by the obscene noises you were making. Your back arched off the desk, and your hips moved in an effort to increase the pace he had set. Miguel took the hint and began lapping his tongue against your clit faster and harder.

Your whole body was writhing with pleasure, your legs squeezing against his hands hard enough to leave bruises while you tugged at his hair. You couldn't breath properly from how good it all felt, but just when Miguel found the right rhythm, he stopped and lifted his head up.

A needy whine escaped your mouth, and your eyes fluttered open to look down at him. "I told you not to stop saying my name," he reminded you sternly, sounding slightly out of breath.

"Yes, sir," you panted, shifting your hips to search for some kind of sensation. That wasn't quite what he was looking for, and he continued staring up at you expectantly. "Miguel, please, don't stop," you begged desperately, completely disregarding any self-respect you still had.

Miguel's annoyed expression softened in satisfaction. "There's my good girl," he murmured before lowering his mouth back down on you.

Your whole body tensed again as he resumed his zealous pace. This time, you didn't forget his rule, and his name kept spilling from your lips practically every other second. Your eyes were squeezed shut, and your legs were flexing in his strong grip.

How he always managed to touch you just right was beyond your comprehension. He found the perfect rhythm with the perfect amount of pressure to make you forget everything except his name. All around you, your panting and moaning filled the air, and Miguel was making good on his promise of erasing every terrible thing that had happened to you that week from your mind.

Your back was arching off the desk as you felt a tightness in your stomach forming. Miguel recognized how close you were, and he adjusted his hold on your legs to pry them further apart while he continued eating you out ravenously. Shuddering moans emerged from your mouth, and you managed to gasp his name out one last time before you lost control and began shaking as your orgasm crashed over you.

Your fingers pulled at his hair, and your other hand reached over your head to grip the edge of the desk while you raised your hips up off the ledge. Miguel kept his mouth firmly pressed to you as you moved restlessly against him. Every muscle in your body was tensed as long, breathy moans filled the air.

Your eyes were screwed shut, and you didn't see the satisfied look in Miguel's eyes as he watched you unravel against his mouth. Your legs tried squeezing together, but his arms were stronger than you, and his hands ensured that you couldn't move away from his mouth.

After a few moments, your body began writhing at his unceasing pace, and you let out a whining gasp as you tried escaping from his tongue. "No more," you cried out, trying desperately to push his head away while his mouth began overstimulating you. Your legs tightened, and you tried moving your hips up and away from him, but Miguel kept his grip around your thighs and his face firmly planted between them.

"Miguel, please!" You begged through clenched teeth, the sensation of his tongue now becoming almost painful.

Mercifully, Miguel relented, lifting his mouth off of you and relaxing his arms. He watched with sadistic satisfaction at the way your body was trembling and how soft whimpers escaped your lips. You had one arm draped across your forehead as you recovered your breath while your other hand finally released the grasp you had on his hair.

"Not so fun when the tables are turned?" He asked in a cocky tone. You didn’t reply for a moment while you took time to try and breathe properly again. When your erratic heart began slowing down, your arm slid off your forehead, and you looked down at Miguel. His lips and chin were glistening with your wetness, and the corners of his mouth tugged upwards triumphantly. He seemed proud of himself for causing you to unravel so completely.

"So that was payback?" You replied quietly, your throat dry from all the panting and gasping. You remembered how fun it was to overstimulate Miguel the first time you were together, and now it seems that he had settled the score.

He hummed thoughtfully as he placed a wet kiss to the inside of your thigh, eliciting a soft sigh from you. "Payback would be tying you up nice and pretty for me," he stated, his eyes glinting at the mental image of you in bondage. Your heart sped up at the notion, and it made your breathing quicken again.

He sighed and placed another kiss to your thigh before rising up off his knees. "Don't worry, though," he said softly as your legs slid off his shoulders. "I'm saving that one for later." His eyes wandered across your naked form as he wiped his mouth with his hand.

"Are you just gonna stare or are you going to take your suit off?" You questioned with a smirk. His gaze returned to your face, and he gave a quiet huff of amusement. His hand traveled slowly up your stomach to your chest in admiration before he sighed again.

"Not tonight, nena," he said finally in a soft voice. Your eyebrows quirked together in surprise, and you looked up at him with an unspoken question in your eyes. Miguel understood your confusion and raised his hand up from your chest to run his thumb across your chin. "I'm a busy man," he reminded you. "And we'd make a big mess all over my workspace."

Your lips pulled into a crooked grin at his words. Letting out a little sigh, you nodded and whispered, "Okay." His dark eyes stared down at you for a second, studying your body intently. You wished you had the ability to read minds because it was impossible to discern what he was thinking.

You started to sit up but paused with a small grunt as your bruised ribs reminded you to move slower. "Forgot?" Miguel asked with a hint of humor in his voice. "I guess so," you muttered, laying back down with a lazy smile, "thanks to you."

The corner of his mouth turned upward, and he leaned over and kissed you. You could still taste yourself on his tongue. Your arms wrapped around his neck, and he slowly pulled back without breaking your kiss to help you sit up.

"Thanks," you whispered to him. He looked down at you with eyes that could almost be described as soft. "De nada," he murmured quietly. Your arms slid off of his shoulders with a sigh, and you reached for your discarded shirt next to you.

Miguel stepped back and rolled his shoulders slowly. He looked back at the yellow screens around him, and you could tell that he did not want to go back to work. "You don't have to work all the time, you know," you commented as you stooped down for your shorts.

He paused before replying, "This needs to be done tonight." You glanced at the glowing screens full of transcripts of various missions, descriptions of anomalies, and reports of canon disruptions.

"Suit yourself," you told him. You had your clothes on, and you figured it was time to go. You offered him a small smile and said, "Goodnight, Miguel," before turning to walk away.

You had taken about five steps before Miguel's voice called out, "You should stay in the compound tonight." You paused and turned around to look at him. He was facing one of his many screens, but his head was turned slightly toward you, and he was watching your reaction from the corner of his eye. "And maybe keep your door unlocked," he added.

His words made a smirk grow slowly on your face. "I always keep it unlocked," you told him. He shook his head, but you could see he was suppressing a faint smile. "That's a terrible habit," he muttered. "Maybe," you conceded, turning back around again, "but I think you can use it to your advantage."

You could feel Miguel's eyes watching you as you walked out of the control room, and you headed straight for your compound apartment to wait for him.

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venuscrashed · 7 months

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Both Miles x Male!Spider!Reader - pt 3

Eat up

pt 1 pt 2

The rays of the sun had blinded you in your arrival to your dimension. For moments, your mind was hazy. Memories of the spider society replayed all while the urge to fight hadn’t gone down. If it wasn’t for your spidey sense you wouldn’t have detected the attacks about to happen.

Miles and, well, Miles were fighting. Their faces were covered with their masks as they fought with their last remaining strength. The Prowler was using his pure strength to try and knock Miles off of his feet. Your Miles was using his powers, attempting to capture the vigilante but failed over and over again. All of this was happening in broad daylight.

“Miles,” you screamed in an attempt to stop the fight. The feeling of liquid dripping down your neck had caught you off guard. Reaching behind you, you brought your hand in front of your face. Only to see it painted in blood as more of it dripped down your suit.

Miles had noticed, he fumbled and tripped in front of the Prowler. The Prowler wasted no time in taking the opportunity to pin him to the ground. Miles was struggling and groaning beneath him, yelling for him to get off.

The Prowler's eyes traced your figure and watched as more blood was falling down your face. “You know pretty boy,” he whistled, catching your attention. “If you come back we can get that cleaned up. Maybe even get some special treatment after.”

You scoffed, clear offense in your voice as you stood up. “Well! I’m flattered but if you want to go back to your dimension I won’t stop you.” You pushed out the portal at him only for it to drop in between the three of you.

You all stared in silence before Miles spoke up, “Is that supposed to happen?”

“No.” Embarrassment washed over you. Your gadget was supposed to work for another three years. Nothing was wrong with it. Except for the fact that you had fallen on it earlier, “oh.”

The prowler laughed as he looked up to you. His mask retracted as a smirk sat on his face. He got up off of Miles and took a couple of steps towards you. “So I’m stuck here with you.”

“I’m here too!” Your Miles screamed while rushing towards you, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“Yeah whatever. And you don’t have a portal to take either of us back so that means we’re stuck together. Isn’t that right?”

Sighing, you looked at your Miles searching for help. “In order to fix that we need tools.”

“So we’ll get them,” he yelled proudly like he figured out the cure to cancer.

“They’re from Alchemax you idiot.”

“Oh. We can go get them then!”

You smacked Miles in the back of his head. God he was stupid sometimes, “My Alchemax is different from yours.” While you were explaining to him, the Prowler wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. His chin rested on top of your head, smiling to himself.

“Let’s go get it then,” the Prowler spoke up. He pulled you towards the edge of the roof. His arm wrapping around your waist as he prepared to jump off. You couldn’t see but he looked back giving the slyest smirk to your Miles.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Miles pulled you back. “For all we know his Alchemax is that way.” He squared his shoulders, looking his alternative in the eye. He raged with jealousy, practically caging you into him.

You sighed and walked towards the edge of the roof. Pulling your mask on, you swung from building to building. The city below you moved on with its life. Occasionally, you would hear “(S/n) back” and such. The other two eventually caught up with causal arguing between the two.

“So we’re going in there and taking some tech then leaving right,” your Miles asked once you three landed in the trees close to the lab. He crouched down and pulled on his mask about to swing towards it before you stopped him.

“Who says you’re coming?”

Miles shot up and looked around, offended. “How am I not going with you? We’re a duo.”

“We’re not a duo.” You slapped your face with your palm, not believing the stupidity of this man.

“Oh we most certainly are. Come on! You’re not leaving me here with this guy. I’m going in there and I’m going to go get the tech. I mean who was the guy that got the pc from Doc Oc a while ago.”

“Peter,” he gasped as you pulled your mask on. “And you’re staying out here with him whether you like it or not. Now you two stay here and you’re both on look out. Good luck!”

Both Miles watched as you swung towards the lab, eventually disappearing. Miles looked towards his villain counterpart and scoffed. “Stuck on look out again, and with this idiot.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing!”

You successfully climbed into the vents, crawling through each duct. You had memorized the whole vent system since you frequently stole from them. After making a couple of turns you stopped above an opening. Below there was a lab dedicated to traveling the multiverse. The Kingpin of your universe was obsessed with getting revenge on you. After noticing your trips out of the universe, he decided to make his own. Of course he didn’t know you were stealing from his machine the whole time he was building it.

You looked around the lab and stopped once you saw the piece of tech you needed. A smile grew on your face as you started forming a plan. “Why is it locked up?”

“Why is what locked up?” You yelled as Miles appeared next to you, squishing you two together as he made room to look at the lab below you two.

“Miles! What the hell are you doing here?” You slapped the back of his head. He had his mask on yet you could still see the reaction of pain on his face.

“It's not just me!” He tried defending himself, “He's here too.”

You two looked back, only to see the Prowler give a small wave to you. You turned around and groaned, hitting your head over and over again.

Suddenly, you three yelled as the vent fell down. You three were exposed to the doctors around, and they didn’t hesitate to pull out weapons of different kinds to aim at you.

“God damn it Spiderboy!”

You swiftly got up and started to attack the doctors. Soon the boys followed and a whole showdown was going on in the lab.You kicked a doctor in the face and shot a web at the piece of tech you needed. Once it came into your hand. Another doctor punched, causing you to drop it. The doctor started to throw punches at you, hitting you in the stomach and the face. They kept punching while picking up speed but soon got thrown across the room by the Prowler.

He gave you a thumbs up before picking up the piece of tech and pocketing it. He made way to the door and broke it down. Both Miles and you followed him as he ran down the hall. The sound alarms were going off and the building was flashing red. More and more doctors shot at you with guns and threw knives laced with poison. The Prowler jumped down the stairs and booked it towards the front door. He was about to jump out when Kingpin punched him.

The Prowler fell at your feet and rolled over in pain. Miles started to shoot webs but was pulled back by you. Once the web touched Kingpin, it disintegrated. The web atoms fell to the floor and burned through it like acid.

“What the hell?” Miles said while picking up the Prowler. He turned towards you for answers while waving his arm around like a mad man. “How can he do that?”

Kingpin chuckled as he looked up at you three. His eyes were filled with rage, the scar on his left eye moved up and down with each laugh. “Webphobic clothes. We got to create them thanks to your friend over here.” He gestured towards you as he soon stepped closer. “I had a feeling you would be here today. No idea you would bring friends.”

Both Miles glitched and fell to the floor in pain. You looked around in panic while slowly stepping back.

“From another dimension to? Today’s a lucky day.” He stopped a couple of feet from Miles and the Prowler. He looked down at them to discuss before an idea popped in his head. “Why don’t you let me borrow your two friends for a bit. Just for a couple of experiments.”

“You’re crazy if you think I’ll give them to you,” you spat.

Kingpin looked at you with boredom and disappointment. He soon started walking closer and kicked your Miles. Miles flew a couple feet back and the Prowler was punched into the floor.

Kingpin looked up only to see that you were gone. He looked around for a bit then coughed up blood as his head was kicked forwards. He doubled down and you fell to the floor, kicking him in the stomach as he moved back. He kept moving back and with each step you attacked him. Hitting him, kicking him, even bashing his head into the door once you guys got there.

Both Miles stared in awe as they watched you practically killing Kingpin. “That's my crazy boy,” the Prowler said. Miles glared at him before looking back towards you.

Kingpin was coughing more and more blood before a look of anger came onto his face. The sun shined down on you two before he threw a punch. “Today’s the day I learn who you are (S/n).” He fell onto the floor, groaning in pain as you stepped over him. You sat on his chest and punched him over and over again. The sound of your fist meeting his face was so loud that the boys could hear it from the inside. Kingpin’s face was drenched in blood as you showed no mercy. Laying in a pool of his own blood he looked up towards you and with the last bit of strength that he had he asked, “Who are you?”

“THE Spiderman.” With one last punch to his face you moved back. Your costume was covered in his blood and your mask slipped off. Kingpin looked up and was in shock seeing your face.

“You? You-” the sound of a bus honking covered his words as it drove over him.

Both Miles ran out and watched as Kingpin was left there covered in blood and tire tracks.

“Seriously my crazy boy,” the Prowler said while wrapping a hand over your shoulder. “We won.”

For once your Miles started beaming and even high fived the Prowler. He turned back to Kingpin's body before turning around. “Let's go before the police are called.”

“Yeah,” you whispered in a daze. “Let's go back.”

#x male y/n #x male reader #across the spiderverse #x reader #across the spider verse spoilers #miles morales x male reader #miles morales 42 #miles x male reader #miles morales x reader #miles morales prowler #miles morales 42 x male reader #42 miles morales x male reader #earth 42 miles #spiderverse x male reader #spiderverse x reader #venuscrashed

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natka-here-for-comics · 2 months

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Chapter 1 of Hollow out passing enternety (H.O.P.E.)"Leo's nightmare dream"

Master post ✨

2. Chapter

(quick note: all of the events are happening after the movie)

- After the fight with the krang aliens the turtles help Casey move in with April.

- Everyone that got hurt got treatment,but something felt awfully wrong...

- It felt too quiet, too tense ,too blank ,too empty...

- Everyone needed a break from everything so the turtles all went to their rooms.

xxx

- After a few days things started to get better not actually but noone said anything even Mikey was suspiciously quiet

- So one day Mikey decided to make lunch hopping to get someone to open up,but it was too quiet,too awfully quiet again.

- Until Mikey asked "Is anyone enjoying the food,I made?",Leo looks at him with tired eyes says trying to ack calm "Sure."mumbling to himself "So, you're just going to pretended like nothing happened?"and looks down.

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- It didn't change anything the awkward silence wasn't gone

- Mikey looked down trying to hide in his shell,it was too awkward...too awfully awkward....

- Raph looked at Mikey like he wanted to say something,but ultimately saying nothing.

- It was too awkward, someone needed to say something again.

- Donnie trying to for the first time in a long while lighten up the mood he took a deep breath, trying to break the awkward silence and saying

"I'm going to my room.", slowly standing up, turning around and going to his room.

- Everyone was looking worriedly at Donnie except Leo that was too tired to even look up , right after Donnie leaves the room Leo uncomfortably calmly says "Im also going to my room."

- Now it was just Mikey and Raph in the kitchen it wasn't too awkwardly anymore, well that was at least a start.

- Raph a few minutes after Leo leaves the room says to Mikey"It's getting late, you should go to sleep.",Mikey pops out his head out of his shell and saying"Sure,but only if you go to bed too!",

Dr. Delicate touch is still doing their job hah.

- Raph agree's and goes to bed, Mikey doesn't keeps his word and goes to his room to draw until he's too tired sleep.

xxx

- After Leo went to his room he fell on his head and immediately fallen asleep.

- As Leo closed his eyes the room around him started to disappear.

- He was in the prison dimension re - liveing the same day of the invasion.

- The krang alien was beating Leo saying "I'll get that grin of your face!","YOU'RE the reason why my plan failed!".....

- Leo was calm like he was used to it already, mumbling annoyed "Not this again."

- The portal opened but on the other side were his brothers, laughing, joking, having fun, without HIM.....

- Leo was just standing there looking at his brother's having fun without him, without his annoying presence

- It was wrong, but he felt like he deserved it.

- The room replayed the day when he lost the key

- How fullish he was,how irresponsible he was.

- Leo starts to regret it

- Everything turns black and an intimidating voice says to Leo

"YOU ruined everything!"

"YOU almost killed them by being your irresponsible self!"

"YOU don't deserve to be happy!"

"YOU don't deserve to be safe with your brothers when you almost killed them!"

"YOU deserve to be stuck in the prison dimension for the rest of your life!"

"YOU should've died!"

- Leo starts to sob falling to the ground saying

"I deserved it."

"They would be much happier without me!"

"Why!?"

"Why did Mikey have to save me instead of leaving me in the prison dimension,like I deserved!?!?"

- Leo stops talking now fully crying curled up on the ground,as he slowly wakes up to reality sleeping on his bed safe,with his brothers he didn't deserve it.

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migueloharasonlylove · 9 months

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Still into you

Part 1 : Familiarity

Part 2 : A rekindled candle

Part 3 : Is he? Isn't he?

It's been two years since you've last seen Miguel after your separation as lovers with him due to him being unable to provide you with affection and attention due to "classified" reasons that he couldn't tell you, and it made you curious on what he was hiding. Perhaps another lover? Fell out of love? Before you could even inquire for more details, he just left you alone on the floor of the living room.. and he has never shown his face to you since.

Every night, it would be that same nightmare of the past when Miguel still loved you. The only reason why you called it a 'nightmare' was because of how tears would well up in your eyes whenever you woke up.

You knew that things can’t just go back to the way it was but for some reason, your heart keeps clinging onto him. Those faint but bright memories of Miguel replaying in your mind, his voice echoing throughout your head;

"I'm sorry, but it's for your sake."

"I can't tell you.. just yet."

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You've taken on a dangerous job as a spider person, along with another called Spiderman 2099. His identity was a mystery as you've only seen him once every 2 months as a coincidence during hero duties and barely spoke to each other, you'll be surprised if he even said "hi" to you or atleast waved at you. But that's what makes him so intriguing to you, every time you see him, you feel this certain tingle.. but it wasn’t your spidersense, more like your instincts itself.

"Ugh fuck" you groaned in pain as you hit your head on a metal bar as you sat on the floor fighting a literal lizard, but in a larger size that was 5 times bigger than you. Your head was spinning as you hit your head, everything was muffled but your own heartbeat. The laughter of the lizard echoed throughout your head making you even more pissed.

"Shut up, you're a pain in the ass." A forceful laugh emitted from your lips as you forced your own body to stand up and exceed your limits to buy time for all the civilians to exit from the scene.

You shot your remaining webs at the lizard to restrain it, just enough for all civilians to flee away from the scene. You knew it wasn't enough but it was all you could do, especially at the state you were in right now.

The lizard eventually got out of your webs as you just sat on the ground unable to move not one muscle. You didn't even have enough webs to make a run for it and call for backup, the villain was too strong for you to handle by yourself. Memories were replaying in your head. The cheerful, sorrowful, regretful memories.. and most of them were about Miguel.

"Is this how I meet my end?" You scoffed and laughed at pathetic you probably looked if someone were to see you, brushing it off as you just accepted your death, your blood ran cold upon feeling the lizard loom over you, casting a shadow.. Just when you thought all hope was lost, a portal opened revealing Spiderman 2099 and a woman on a motorcycle.

The lizard's attention went from you to them, it looked confused just as you are. You just looked at them unable to move a single centimeter, the woman on the bike went to your aid.

"Hey are you alright?" The woman hopped off her bike as she kneeled down in front of you taking a look at your injuries and wounds. You just nodded slightly, feeling light-headed at every second that went by.

"I guess so, I mean I'm not dead yet." You said in a joking manner despite feeling you'll be meeting your maker soon. Your attention averting to the woman taking a look at your injuries as Spiderman 2099 kept fighting the lizard in the background.

"Who are you by the way..?" You uttered out questioning who she was as you never saw her around at least once. The woman's gaze was on your face, though your mask was on.

"Jessica Drew, just call me Jess." She said with a friendly tone, both sides of her lips were forming a smile. Her smile was reassuring despite the intense fight going on in the background.

"Hey! A little hand here!?" Spiderman2099 shouted in the background making you snap back into reality. That was probably the most you've heard him talk, and it intrigues you. He sounded slightly familiar but you can't put your finger on it.

"Oh right, right!" Jess said in a slight panic tone as she stood up getting on her bike again. "Hey, hang in there." She added looking directly at you with a reassuring look before going back into the battlefield.

Their attacks and movements were so in sync, it was clear they've worked together countless times before. The way they just glance at each other and immediately connect during battle. You just watched in utter amazement as you were still sitting on the floor, you knew you'd only be a distraction to them if you were to join due to your injuries that would slow you down in the battlefield.

Shortly after, the lizard that they called an 'anomaly' was captured in this yellow transparent cage. You stood up after taking a long break trying to get back to your senses as you held onto a nearby metal bar. The moonlight seemed to be gleaming upon you and you caught Spiderman 2099's attention for a moment. Your gazes locked in with each other for the first time, however his expression lies underneath his mask.. then suddenly a yellow woman in his watch appeared making him avert his gaze away from you;

"Lyla, scan this mess." Spiderman 2099 uttered out, he didn't give you a single glance. It was like you weren't there, you just scoffed at how he was giving you a cold shoulder, though you were used to it.

"No further anomalies, canon remains intact." The AI called Lyla said in response to him. Jess then seemed to be whispering to Spiderman 2099, you could only catch a glimpse of what they were whispering about.

Spiderman 2099 sighed as he stood up from the ground, finally looking at you. He looked like he was judging you from the way he tilted his head up and down slowly. His hand went up tossing an object to you, it was the watch you saw on their wrists. "Welcome to the club." He declared with hesitancy in his tone.

A sigh got out of your lips as you noticed Spiderman 2099's hesitancy, he doesn't seem very open or fond of you. But you still found comfort in his voice, you were drawn to him. Something about him was so alluring and you couldn't figure out why. You shook your head discarding the thoughts. There were so many questions circling throughout your mind, what was this 'club' he was talking about anyways?

"Wait wait, what does this watch do? And what am I signing up for?" You looked at Jess and Miguel with a confused look, there were so many questions you wanted to ask but you were gonna stick to the important stuff.

"That is much better than a watch" Spiderman 2099 replied to you with a slight aggression and hurt in his voice, it was like you hit a sensitive spot mentioning how it was a watch.

"You'll see once we enter this portal." He added with his stern tone once again before a portal appeared before the three of you.

Spiderman 2099 threw the lizard in the portal with ease despite how big the lizard was. Jess entered the portal as well leaving you and Spiderman 2099 behind.

"Well? Are you gonna enter or just keep standing there?" He spoke to you with a frustrated tone standing by the portal waiting for you to enter. This man had some serious anger issues and it made you scoff at how arrogant he was.

"Okay okay, just chill out." You complained before walking to the portal. A sigh just left your lips by the way he was so cold all the time, but you didn't let it affect you in any way. It's not like you really care about what he thought of you, but you felt your stomach sinking a little by how cold he was. You weren't sure if he was always like that or if he actually doesn't like you.

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THANKS TO @/onlymiguelohara on tiktok for this long fanfic idea, I wasnt really sure if I should post this before but for the gang I will 🧎🏻‍♀️

#miguel 2099 #atsv #across the spiderverse #miguel spiderman #astv #miguel ohara #miguel spiderverse #jessica drew #atsv miguel #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel fanfic #atsv lyla #lyla #lyla spiderverse #lyla spiderman 2099

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weirdozjunkary · 1 year

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Golden heart (a SATBK AU fic) chapter 1

ive been rewatching playthroughs of SATBK and it made me kind of inspired to make a wholesome, but also kind of bittersweet au. Sonic is written so well in the game, but I wonder what would happen if sonic lived in that world and meeting merlina was a coincidence. What would happen in the aftermath of the story? And what if a different blue hero somehow made his way in?

Idk if ill continue this fic, but it was fun to do. Enjoy

Chapter 2

Chapter 1(?)- blue blood of a hero

It was morning, early in the morning. The golden light of the sun shone upon the cold castle, it’s rays bouncing off of every reflective surface. It was quiet, as it was the norm. After merlina’s defeat, things have usually been quiet. Though she had accepted that things would eventually wither and die, Merlina left in search for a new life, not tainted by any shadow. Any sound in the castle now was of rattling drapes near a gusty window, or footsteps from someone who was awake doing their duties.

A book feel from the library shelf, from the echo of the room it’s thud increased tenfold, alerting to whomever was nearby. The book jostled, jerked and writhed. It opened itself and not a moment later, exploded out a portal of bright light, outshining the suns golden rays. Through the light of the book came… screaming? A famous blue hedgehog rocketed out of the book and into the air, his face collided with the cold wooden floor, it took him out for a moment. The bright portal that released him had dissolved away, leaving no evidence of how he got here.

Sonic sat up on his hands and knees and groaned, his face hurt from the harsh fall, but it wasn’t the hardest he’s been hit. He rubbed his sore nose and cheeks, making sure his face wasn't broken or bleeding. Good, it wasn't. A figure with a slightly familiar voice came up to him.

He extended his hand to the blue hedgehog. “Um, are you alright?”

Sonic took the figures hand and stood up. “Heh, yeah. Not the worst that’s happened to…” he looked at the figures hand. A metal gauntlet was in its place, it was cold and sleek, decorated with gold trimmings, but somehow it didn’t feel unfriendly.

“… Are you just gonna stand there and stare at my hand or what?” The figure said.

Sonic finally looked up at the figure. It was… him? Or we’ll, a version of him? He certainly looked like him, but a few years older. He was taller, about as tall as vanilla was. His quills were unkempt and greying. Bags accompanied his tired eyes, and a few scars adorned his body. A crown laid gently on his head. He also had a cape which was cool as hell.

Sonic’s eyes widened at him, it was him. A version of him, but still. And he looked so badass with those scars and that cool cape. Perhaps he starred a bit to long though as his older duplicate spoke again.

“…. I think you can let go of my hand now, buddy…”

“Ah! Sorry!” Sonic said as he released his grip from the other hedgehogs metal hand. “You just look really cool!”

His other self chuckled “didn’t expect to see another version of yourself, ey?”

“Wait you know that I’m a version of you?”

“Well it’s not every day you see your younger self in front of you, now is it?”

“Fair point” Sonic chuckled “you look great though! Like you’ve been in so many adrenaline making adventures!” Sonic replayed a few of his action poses to his other self, who weakly chuckled in response.

“Man, was I really like this as a kid?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing. I’m glad you think I’m ‘cool’.” His older self smiled at him.

Sonic grinned in response. Though it was kind of weird, it was definitely cool to see himself from the future- well, A future. He didn’t exactly know where he was.

“So, uh, I’m guessing from the crown you’re some kind of ruler, huh?” Sonic smirked “Didn’t take myself to be the kind of guy when I was older. What? You married some kind of princess chipmunk or something?”

The older hedgehog laughed “no, nothing of the sort. I’m not really into the dating pool like that.”

Sonic raised a brow “really? So why are you standing there with a dope ass crown and cape?”

“Well, I sort of pulled a sword out of a stone and defeated an evil king. Honestly the sword is the more important thing out of that”

“ ‘pulled a sword out of a stone’?” Sonic repeated like a question. What did he mean by that? Okay, yeah he defeated an evil king, but that doesn’t usually mean you were allowed to be crowned a ruler. Plus he said that ‘pulling a sword out of a stone’ was the more important part…. Wait…

“YOU'RE KING ARTHUR?!” Sonic exclaimed

His older self laughed at his bewilderment, a loud and guttural laugh, one that sonic himself honestly rarely ever really used. For his older self, it was amusing to see himself be so surprised by who he has become. Once a hero as free as the wind, now a king interested in taking it easy from his many years of adventures. He was King Arthur… that name never really sat well with him.

“Yep. Surprising, I know.”

“To be honest, not really?”

The older hedgehog gave a doubletake “Wait what?”

“I mean, I know I’m awesome as heck!” Sonic stood proudly “so I’m not to surprised that I’d become king! I AM surprised that you seem to be, well, retired from the hero biz”

The king glanced away from him. He was retired, so to speak. He hasn’t had an adventure in a long time, other than the usual stoping of a runaway wagon, he hasn’t slain a dragon or stopped another evil king. Not that he’d want to do that stuff again. His drive for adventure was still there, but sealed away by a layer of taint from the years before.

But he can’t lament over it. He sighed and turned back to the short blue hero. “If you’re anything like myself, you probably have an appetite by now, right?”

“Oh, uh, yeah I guess I could eat” sonic responded

The king walked past him, waving him over to the door. “Then come on. Maybe I can get you something that would suit your taste.”

“Got any chillidogs?” Sonic bounced over.

“What’s a chillidog?”

Sonic blinked in surprise. “Uh… I’ll tell you later”

The royal blue hedgehog raised a brow, but decided to leave the blue hedgehogs comment. The kitchen wasn’t far from the library so it wasn’t really worth smalltalk, he wasn’t the one for smalltalk anyways. The main hall they had to traverse through felt large and hollow, despite being decorated with various tapestries and suits of armor that held the most delicate and pretty weaponry.

Sonic looked at the armory that adorned the halls, more amazed by each one. He turned to his older self to express his admiration, but the hedgehog seemed agitated by the presence of the suits of armor. His brow furrowed as he looked straight to the end of the hall, not even glancing at the shiny sheets of metal that would catch anyone's eyes.

Sonic shut his lips, preventing any unwanted words to come out. This other older version of himself wasn’t much of a talker, huh? It was strange, he was always up to talking, why wasn’t he? The silence in Sonic's ears was deafening. He could barely hear his steps on the carpeted wood. It was, honestly, sort of awkward, to not chit chat or give small proads at someone.

But Sonic always respected boundaries. Even if someone never explicitly said anything to him, he could tell when someone was uncomfortable. He continued to walk with his other self in silence.

To ease his mind, he continued to look around, soaking in all of the pretty decorations along with the stone walls and the wooden doors and pillars that kept this castle standing. The wood, though looked worn for wear, never was rotting, like it was being taken care of by, um, whatever they use in this timeline.

Sonic’s eyes drifted, and he slowly came to a stop in front of two large open doors. It was the throne room, empty, despite it to, being as decorated as the hall connected to it. The throne had a cold look to it, like it hadn’t been sat upon in years. And If any had, it came with a bitter feeling.

Sonic tilted his head up above the cold throne to a beautiful case for a blade rested atop it, empty. A sword belonged up there, but there wasn’t one.

“I thought you were hungry?” The king hedgehog said with aggression in his throat

“Oh! Uh, sorry! I’m coming!” Sonic quickly paced his way to him. “You just have, uh, a lot of cool things in here.”

His other self grunted, or maybe scoffed in response. Continuing the silence all the way to the kitchen. Sonic glanced up at himself. His face so tired and cold, like he had been fighting an eternal battle for years of his life.

“… I’ll talk to him later” sonic thought to himself. “After all, I just got here” the corners of his mouth rose slightly as he looked in front of himself. “Plus, I really want something to eat right now”

#fanfiction #long post #sonic the hedgehog #sonic and the black knight #satbk #satbk au #golden heart au #satbk king arthur

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