#what are your ankles doing spidey

[shiftythrifting]

Spider-Man….. operation? Found in Gilbert AZ

#submission #shiftythrifting #thrifting #what are your ankles doing spidey #operation #why is this sexually charged

[soraphic]

you're gripping peter so hard you feel woozy,the contracting muscles of his biceps rippling under your palms as you wailed -- "oh,god! pete!"

one of your legs was secured against his pistoning hip,his spidey-strength had him holding your entire body weight with one arm,tilting you slightly upwards in a way that had him fucking you so deeply you felt him in your stomach.

his other was at your waist,his flat palm nearly the size of your torso,using it to pull and twist you at an angle that satisfied you both. you often caught yourself wondering whether his sheer size,in more ways than one, was an effect of the bite or if he was just blessed by birth.

"such a pretty girl." he cooed,bringing a hand to run through your hair,lightly massaging your scalp in a way that had you purring.

he could tell by the glint in your eyes accompanied by the excessive gnawing at your lip,you needed more. he wanted you speechless. so,he lowered your ass to the bed,slightly tugging your body forward as he manoeuvred your legs securely over his shoulders,your thighs pressed tightly to his chest while he drilled into you.

the new position had you reeling,head thrashing against the pillows and a loud screech being ripped from you - "peter!"

"i know,baby,i know," wet kisses were placed against your ankle,his legs flexing as he used the muscle he had to pound into you.

there was a sudden flash of lights outside the window,blue and red pouring over the both of you,accompanied by the wail of sirens flooding the room. your head snapped to peter,knowing what that meant but still somewhat hopeful.

peter was biting down on his bottom lip,one hand splayed across your stomach as he concentrated on getting you where he needed you. he was pushing as deep as he possibly could,applying pressure to where he could feel himself slipping inside you in the hopes it would have you falling apart quicker.

there was a vibration on the nightstand,both of you audibly groaning at the contact name 'yuri watanabe',though yours ended in more of a moan.

"i need you to cum for me,baby,can you do that?" he leaned back against his heels,hitting you from an entirely different angle that had you crying out,red nails coming to scratch at his abs.

"hm?" he punctuated it with a particularly forceful thrust.

"yes! for you!" your eyes were screwed shut,mouth agape and ear splitting mewls leaving you.

"'atta girl." his thumb jutted out to rub circles at your clit,jaw clenched in deep focus.

the sounds of chaos outside were growing more prevalent,peters sense desperately dragging him to your window while he fought it off. what kind of a hero would he be if he left his girl high-and-dry to go stop some amateur bank robbery?

his movements against your clit sped up,switching from rubbing soft circles to expertly flicking the bud the way he knew you liked. he had you coming shortly after,clenching around him and almost deafening him with your squeals.

you focused on catching your breath,eyes heavy-lidded and basking in the aftermath of your orgasm. they opened to the sight of your boyfriend,mask in hand and kitted up,perched over your window sill. "wait! but- pete,you didn't finish?"

his head snapped to his phone vibrating once again on the dresser,which felt a lot more obnoxious this time,although he was thankful for the reminder. he had almost forgotten it.

he was over to your side of the room in less than 3 steps,pressing a kiss to your forehead while he snagged his phone. "i'll be just fine,baby,don't worry about it."

in a flash he was repositioned at the window once again,giving you one glance and a cheeky smile before pulling his mask over his face and diving out into the city.

the soft thwips of his web shooters grew quieter,more distant,as you eventually settled into bed,thinking of how you would repay him when he got back.

#insomniac spider man #insomniac games #peter parker blurb #tasm peter parker #peter parker smut #peter parker #mcu!peter parker #mcu!peter x reader #marvel mcu #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter parker #tasm spiderman #𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬!₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊

[fhrlclln]

NSFW request please! Could we get Miguel cockwarming his Spider!fem!S/O while they’re both still in their spider costumes? He couldn’t help it with how great she looked fighting some bad guys!

miguel o’hara x spider!fem! reader

ANON THIS IS SO SEXY. THE SPIDERSUIT IS ALWAYS AN A+ PLUS FOR ANYBODY WEARING IT, LIKE LOOK AT MIGUEL’S ASS LMAO. but anyways, cockwarming, hehe, i love you anon. <3 i added a lil sexual frustration into the mix ; ) cuz i felt like that would be so miguel lolz.

nsfw under the cut

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for as long as he had known you, miguel never had once experience this more intense feeling that he ever felt following the years you two had been together. you were spider-woman, as of many others but you were his spider-woman what mattered. and jesus, he thinks, as he stares at you with this embarrassing bloom inside of his mask whilst you’re swinging and kicking some couple of brutes causing havoc around nueva york. eyes strained solely on you as he merely grips his opponent’s neck tighter, not noticing how he was choking the poor man. the only question in his mind arousing as he tries to shake it off.

why did you have to wear that suit today?

he gulps, watching how you flex your each move as your ass kind of jiggled when you jumped. the tight-skin spider suit you were wearing made it worse as he feels the blood rush down to his trousers— or tights per-say. it was the suit he made specifically for you, similar to his color palette but overall suited your previous style perfectly. and he can’t help it, you just… just looked so fucking good kicking ass when your tits and ass are hugged tightly by your spidey-suit. he lets out a shaky sigh, still gripping the man’s neck not until someone interrupts his oogling.

“ahem! miguel? we got a couple of more coming in! maybe ogle later?” lyla flashes immediately in front of his face, he doesn’t notice the smirk right away from his assistant’s face as he focuses back on the mission, still glancing at you with sudden frustrating feeling clawing at the back of his neck and his crotch. he dodges an incoming bullet as it slightly grazes his shoulder making him wince, annoyed he got lost on focus.

“i know!” miguel grits his teeth as lyla disappears. he gazes hard on you as you suddenly felt your spidey-senses tingle as you glance at miguel, who merely glares again making you wave innocently at him in greeting as you bashed some thug’s head to the ground.

what was with him? you think, a little confused. huh.

•••

there was something definitely going on with him.

“you feel now what you’re doing to me, huh? speak, my love.” he whispers harshly against your ear, both of his arms wrapped around your waist as your body arches when he sinks you deeper on his cock. you gasp out, your mask thrown somewhere, discarded as the bottom piece of your suit was pushed down to your ankles while your top stayed on you uncomfortably. he was a menace when the two of you got back, immediately dragging you with his attitude to meet him in his lab for a ‘briefing’ for the next mission across the multiverse he says… but nope.

this. this certainly wasn’t you were expecting for a briefing. being tortured and cockwarmed for how many minutes you can’t remember since he fucked an orgasm into you roughly a while ago. his spent cum still nestling in you, painting your tight walls and his still hard cock inside you as well. he looked absolutely wrecked and pent-up when he murmured something about you in his suit that he made when he roughly groped your ass when he got his hands on you alone. you weren’t complaining! just that you wished he’d moved right now feeling the tip of his cock hit your cervix making you squirm again uncontrollably.

“miguel, please, it’s—“ you pleaded, moaning as he cups your breasts, massaging them with his big hands as you leaned your head on his big shoulder, whining loudly “‘is not fair.”

“not fair, hermosa? what wasn’t fair was you looking too good in this fucking suit.” he says with a chuckle, kissing your neck, nipping it lightly, fangs grazing your skin as you felt yourself shiver at the feeling of danger on your neck. you moved your hips a little, desperate for the movement of his cock thrusting into you but miguel was relentless. his way of punishing you when you literally think you didn’t do anything wrong! not his fault he couldn’t keep his dick calm around you.

“mhm, nu-uh, mamí. be a good girl for me and warm my cock up.” he slaps your thighs in warning sending shockwaves to your core along with your favorite nickname he has for you. gripping the meat of your thighs harshly as he chuckles when you swear at him with your cock-drunken mind. the feel of his cum in you, making you feel sticky and satiated at the same time was driving you nuts when his huge prick is filling you up to the brim, you can’t help it anymore, you need him.

“miguel, fuck you.” you whine again as he kisses your cheek. you can’t help but grin as you wiggle your hips again as you clench around him to tease him a bit to see what he’ll do. miguel smirks, grabbing your jaw, squishing your cheeks as he sets a final warning for you and your brattiness with a promise of a good fuck later. just that he wants to savor this moment a lil longer when he finally rips your suit to pieces that he can always make one for you after this.

“stay still or you’ll regret it.”

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listen, i wouldn’t mind my cause of 💀 be miguel’s cock— 😽🤭 ALSO MIGUEL CALLING US MAMÍ HAD ME ON MY KNEES RN *pats my shoulder* <3

#miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman 2099 #miguel o’hara imagine #miguel o’hara smut #oscar isaac #across the spiderverse #across the spider verse spoilers #fnhrlcllnwrites #eri’s request box 📦 ｡･:*˚:✧｡

[sswiftiestars]

SPIDER!SAM X READER

cws: a little angst if you squint, petnames, swearing. NO USE OF Y/N ! This is basically a copy of when ned found out Peter was spidey in homecoming and a scene in nwh🫠 I’m rusty I apologize

summary - you find out your boyfriend is none other than the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man

a/n: omg guys I’m finally writing something!!! I’m sorry for not writing in a while — the past couple months have been very very intense :) ily guys and I hope I’ll start writing more

You shift in Sam’s bed and fidget with your fingers. You’ve been waiting and waiting for about a half a hour now. Seriously? He stood you up at his own house? You didn’t get that mad though.. what If there was traffic.. or what if he had to make a stop at the store? his mom told you that Sam was out getting tutored, but you didn’t believe it. There’s no way he would ever take help from anyone. You sigh, and check your phone, your messages staying unanswered from your boyfriend. Suddenly, you see..Spider-Man crawling into the room through the window? You think you’re hallucinating , and then your heart stops when you see him taking off his black webbed suit, and it’s… Sam?

“Sam?” You drop your phone on the floor. He quickly turns around in shock. both of you say nothing, just looking at eachother.

“Uh…” he chuckles awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck and looking down in shame. you continue to sit there in pure shock, staring at your boyfriend standing infront of you, the spider suit pooled at his ankles. You didn’t even care to notice that he was only in his boxers. Usually you would be drooling, but in this moment your mind is empty.

“listen, baby…i-“ Sam starts, but before he finishes his sentence, you stand up and slap him across the face. “Fuck!” he says under his breath, holding the spot on his face where you slapped him. “Why didn’t you fucking tell me?” You hiss, not wanting his mother or his siblings to hear you from outside the room.

“Because..” Sam starts, “I was scared you were gonna break up with me.”

your gaze softens and you cup his face, “Sam, I would never do that.” You say softly. he leans into your touch and sighs, letting out a deep breath. “I know. I should’ve told you sooner.”

“you’re such a idiot.” You chuckle, pulling him into your arms, “really? I cant believe this, you’re literally Spider-Man.” Sam blushes and doesn’t respond, letting your words hang in the air. You hold his face again and kiss him softly.

Out of nowhere, the door opens. “Oh- god.” Robin looks away.

You pull away from him, “It’s not what it looks like!” he assures his mom. Robins face brights up when she notices it’s you, “oh, it’s you!” She smiles, “how are you?” She asks.

Sam awkwardly puts his clothes back on as you and his own mother talk about the coffee shop that recently opened nearby. “So… you and Sam?” She asks you, like it’s girl talk time.

“Mom!” Sam groans

@g4sstationdr-gs

#anakin skywalker smut #spider sam #spidersam #sam monroe x reader #sam monroe smut #sam monroe x y/n #sam monroe

[multifariousqueer]

hey ur writing a so good vould you write a smut with miles Morales( not 42) and reader using webs as hand cuffs, thanks <333

Ofc, babes!! IF ANY OF YALL HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THIS, SAY IT WITH ME KNOW. IF IT DON’T APPLY, LET IT FLY. LEAVE ME TF ALONE IF YOU HAVE ISSUES WITH MY SMUT BC I GENUINELY DO NOT GAF

A/N; Hey y’all. Keep requesting as always and if you have an issue with this particular piece of work or any of my other smuts, please feel free to politely fuck off 🥰(I’m sorry I’m so sick of the comments under my post y’all).

Warnings: imma try not to put too many bc Tumblr will shadowban this post and i gotta feed y’all, look at the request, b0nd@ge, fluff, br33ding,d1rty t@lk, nicknames, $mut,lmk if I missed some

As the rain pattered against your dorm window, you sipped from a mug of tea as you had just finished your English essay and designing Miles’ new web shooters. He was currently out using them and trying them out as you took notes on their flaws and how they could be fixed. Miles always told you not too worry about his web shooters and just focus on making his suit more durable and you always told him:

“I can do both, Spider-Man’s girlfriend/engineer always does both"

He would chuckle and laugh and say:

“As long as you’re happy, Mami."

Miles let you have a lot of creative freedom with his design seeing as you were also his “girl in the chair” assisting him on missions sometimes, designing/building him new tech, testing out new fluid combos and overall, keeping him safe. As much as Miles enjoyed you being active in his escapades, he worries that something will happen and you’ll be targeted and used for something horrible. You reassure Miles that this will never happen because there is nothing connecting you to his suit or machinery due to your advanced tracking system being untraceable by outside forces. You installed a firewall so potent, it took you three months of nonstop work to crack it. When you finally did, Miles and you had celebrated for a whole week.

As you enjoyed your unusual alone time, you waited for Miles to tap on your window and enter.

“Hey, Spidey. How’d they work?” you smiled at your tall boyfriend

“They held up, thats for sure. I had to stop a bank robbery and those guys had some pretty jacked up weapons but the shooters did their job. How are you amor?” Miles spoke

“I’m good. I pounded through my English essay and yours.” You said, grabbing his suit to tinker with some of the shooters leaving him bare in your room in only his mask

“What’s the essay on again?” He said, grabbing a shirt as you saw his visible goosebumps on his skin due to the sudden temperature change

“The effects of technology on modern civilization” you smiled at Miles

Miles chuckled at this

“Damn, they called you out, huh?” Miles said, climbing on your ceiling and attempting to web a bottle of water

“looking for something?” you smiled, waving his shooters at him

“yeah actually.” he smirked

“You’ll have them in a sec.” you said screwing something in

“try em now” you said, throwing them to Miles

Miles tried them and they worked perfectly, even better than you had anticipated. Of course, he tested them by webbing you to him.

“Thank you, mami. You always get me right.”

Miles pulled you in for a kiss. The kiss was long and passionate, you could tell he was incredibly grateful for the time and effort you put into him and his alter ego. The kiss could’ve lasted eternity as your mouths moved in perfect motion of each other before you pulled away:

“Should we try out new web formula?” you said barely above a whisper, your eyes fluttering open

Miles chuckled

“Nah, the current one will work fine for this”

Before you could ask what was going on, Miles webbed you to the wall. He turned you around so your stomach was against the wall. He made sure to strategically place the webs so that your hands and ankles were bonded extra tight to the wall.

“I’ve wanted to do this forever” Miles said

Miles webbed your mouth before you could say anything and started rubbing you through your clothes. He fondled your perfect tits and cursed under his breath:

“Shit I’m so lucky"

He sucked on your neck as little moans and whimpers escaped. He moved his hands under your clothes and ripped them in one swift motion:

“I’ll buy you a new top and shorts, mami” Miles said

You moaned out an “awww” but it was quickly interrupted by Miles rubbing your clit while leaving kisses along the back of your neck. You felt a knot in your stomach and you wanted nothing more than to moan out Miles’ name as you approached your orgasm.

You felt yourself twitch as you moaned and whimpered, tears falling from your face as Miles stopped and started palming and smacking your ass:

“You thought it was gonna be that easy, Mami? como si no me conocieras” Miles taunted in your ear

All you could do was just moan and cry as you were completely under his command. He then snaked two fingers inside of you and started prepping you for his dick:

"Es tan apretada, mi princesa” he said, lowly

Miles knew that when he spoke Spanish to you, you get flustered and shut down. You turn into a giggling mess and this situation was no different; It didn’t help because Miles was kissing your sweet spot on your neck causing you to feel overstimulated. Your legs shook and you were practically sobbing as your boyfriend abused your technology and your body:

“Fuckkk you wanna cum, Mami? You want me inside of you, princesa? I wanna fuck your tight little pussy so bad I’m gonna cum in your womb when I’m in there. You gonna let me? You gonna let me make you feel good, hm?” Miles taunted

“Mhmmm” you mumbled. You nodded and turned to face him.

“If you weren’t webbed, I’d make you beg for it; but you’re formula makes it so that you won’t be begging for another three hours” Miles smirked

“mmmmmm” you mumbled

All this time, Miles was taunting your hole with his head, pushing it in and out and watching your hole drip with anticipation. You were sobbing and all you wanted was to feel full and to cum but Miles more interested in watching his powerful, smart girlfriend, fall apart on his cock like putty. The lewd sounds your pussy exuded were driving Miles crazy as he watched you beg for him with your eyes.

Miles pushed himself in and bottomed out. Your soft, plush walls sending his senses into overdrive as he forced himself to move and not just enjoy your pussy squeezing around him. The feeling of being full and the sight of Miles inside of you was enough to make your high return on steroids. Your legs shook as you moaned and whimpered alongside Miles’ own whimpers and groans. As you approached your highs, Miles’ thrusts became sloppier and harder as your body followed the rhythm of his thrusts and began to shake. Before you knew it, your eyes blurred, and you let out a long drawn out moan and a wave of pleasure came crashing down on you; had it not been for the webs, you would’ve fell to your knees.

Not long after, you felt Miles twitch and his movements stilled as he emptied his cum inside of you, his breathing became heavier as yours did too. Miles placed soft kisses along your figure and whispered praises against your body:

“Fuck you’re so beautiful, Mami. I love you so much. You did so well"

You felt yourself get weak in the knees but Miles had been supporting your stomach and your weight. You wanted nothing more than to kiss the man who emptied his cum into your womb but due to the webbing situation, you couldn’t. Miles felt this and he snapped the webs off of your hands and ankles in a flash. As you both were calming down, you saw a geometric blast of light before seeing Gwen’s face:

“WOAH! uh did I catch you guys at a bad time?” She asked awkwardly, covering her eyes.

You and Miles exchanged glances before he smirked and you felt the heat rise to your cheeks

#mcu fanfiction #miles morales x reader #miles morales x y/n #miles morales headcannons #miles morales #miles x reader #across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #spiderman #across the spiderverse spoilers #miles morales smut #miles morales fanfiction #across the spiderverse fanart #spiderman into the spiderverse #into the spider verse #spiderverse #spiderverse spoilers #i need him #foryou

[the-kr8tor]

since you asked about twins requests: what if they’re worried that only one of the twins got spider powers? like they were hoping that neither would, or both, but they’re worried that just one twin having them will drive a wedge or feel separate or the like

but no both twins have spidey skills, one just had something less observable develop first (like spidey sense or smth)

Thank you!!! I love the twins sm ❤️ hope you like it, angel!

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

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, FLUFF

It's Fluffy Friday!

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Billie sits between your legs, babbling away to her sister who wobbles, crawling to her. Various toys are littered around the soft playing mat but Ramona ignores it all. She tries to reach for the teething toy in Billie's hand.

In just seven months, they've started to crawl on their own. Fully aware that it's a bit early for them, you don't ignore that they might have inherited Hobie's spider abilities. You've seen it in Mayday when she was their age, so you anticipate your girls to have the same traits. You just hope that they both get it or they both don't have the abilities, not wanting for their spidey powers to drive a wedge between them if only one of them has it.

They are twins after all, you've heard that twins have a special bond with each other. Even though they look identical, save for Mona having your nose and eyes while Billie looks like a female version of Hobie from her head to her tiny toes. You and Hobie try to encourage individuality between them, that's why you didn't give them similar sounding names or even names starting with the same letter. Not to mention how you dress them differently from each other, always different colors or styles. They've started to voice their own opinions on their clothes too, translating their tiny grunts and excited baby talk to a yes or no.

Despite encouraging them to have their own identity, you and Hobie never separate them. It's not like they'd allow you anyway. Mona and Billie are always together, so much so they even share the same crib, crying their little hearts out once you put Billie in her own crib. You love that they've already got that sisterly bond.

Mona sits up in the most adorable way, trying to stand up despite her baby limbs.

"You can do it, Mona!" You cheer her on, holding Billie's hands to make her clap. Mona makes an adorable determined face, eyebrows knitted together in concentration, cheeks puffed out.

Your eyes widen at what she's trying to do, immediately calling for Hobie.

Said man races from the bathroom, almost tripping on his shorts around his ankles.

"Are you okay?!" He asks, fixing his shorts, panic subsiding when he sees you three just fine and dandy sitting on the twin's playmat.

"Look!" You point excitedly at Mona standing up in her chubby legs.

"Holy sh–smores" Hobie stops himself from swearing since the babies are starting to mimic their words with similar sounding babbles. You definitely don't want their first word to be a swear.

Mona waddles towards you for a second before falling softly on her butt. Lips trembling, her eyes starting to water.

"Aww it's okay, baby" You coo at her, Hobie watches as Billie stands up more effortlessly, baby arms straining a bit, nonetheless she slowly closes the small distance between her and Mona.

"Oh fu–dge" you cover your mouth in surprise, Hand reaching out to Hobie. He joins your side, mirroring your flabbergasted expression.

Billie must've walked five steps but for you and Hobie it felt like she ran a marathon. Billie drops down with a small thump, curls bouncing as she lands next to Mona, handing her the toy. She sniffs, stopping her from crying. They talk as if they have their own language, murmuring to each other.

You hold Hobie while he looks at his daughters with pride. Whether they have powers or not, you both know it wouldn't come between them. Their bond is stronger than anything else in the world. You're already proud of them just by being kind to each other.

"That's my genes at work right there" Hobie smirks, side eyeing you.

You pinch his sides, head laying on his shoulder. He moves his neck to press a kiss on the shell of your ear.

"Do you think they've got your powers?" You whisper it to Hobie so that you don't interrupt the girls' excited chatter. They've recently had a habit of interrupting your time with him, always getting his or your attention away from each other by either crying or doing the most precious thing of crawling towards you.

"There's a chance." He shrugs nonchalantly but inside he wishes they don't. Hobie doesn't want to give that kind of burden to his children. He'd love them even if they have it, Hobie's a hundred percent teaching them how to use their powers responsibly. "What do you think?"

"It's a bit early to tell, I'll still love them the same if they have it or not" looking at him with fondness, "besides, they'll have an amazing teacher if they do"

Hobie chuckles at your comment, leaning down to press a chaste kiss, he gets interrupted before your lips meet. Your girls laugh loudly as Mona throws the teething toy in your direction, saliva flings at your cheek. They laugh louder as you gasp.

"Oi oi oi" Hobie crawls quickly towards them, scooping the twins in his arms. You watch as Hobie play fights with his daughters. Both kids sitting on his stomach, giggling playfully.

"Ow!" He acts hurt when Billie slaps his cheek with all her baby strength. "Help me! Your children are bullying me!—" Mona silences him with her bright yellow blankie to his face.

"Oh now they're my children?!" You join in, attacking Hobie with a tight embrace.

#request done #fluffy friday #hobie brown x reader #spider punk x reader #the kr8tor's creations #hobie brown #x reader #atsv fanfiction #spider man across the spider verse #atsv fanfic #atsv x reader #atsv fluff #atsv hobie #hobie brown x fem!reader #hobie brown x you #spider punk x you #spider punk x fem!reader #ramona and billie au #hobie fluff #fanfic

[aliorsboxostuff]

Hi! If your requests are open I have one! Just saw ATSV yesterday and its rotting my brain agsisghagdh anyways-

An M!Spider!Reader who is one of Miguel's trusted agents with a tendency to overwork himself to make sure that his teammates are kept safe and ignoring his own health in the process. This understandably makes Miguel very concerned but this man cannot healthily express this are you kidding? What I'm saying is classic troupe of patching you up while scolding you in Spanish and then maybe they kiss a little bit and well if you want to make it a little spicy I wont stop you >:]

Thank you very much! Genuinely makes my gay little heart happy when I see writers like you who exclusively write for gn/male readers, y'all are the backbone of the x reader community fr 💜

A/N: im so sorry this took so long this was months ago but a mf forgot and wow here i am yippee!!!! As usual, if yall find any spelling mistakes pls inform me as i’m always praciticing this damn 2nd language lmao. Lets see if my writing skills is still any good LOL enjoy!! <333

Careless 

Tags: Miguel O’hara xM!Reader, Spidey!Reader, Lyla, Miles Morales, Gwen Stacy, Spider Society, No Smut, Kissing , Fluff, Reader is another spiderman, Soft!Miguel, slight OOC, patching up, healing fic, non-graphic description of wounds, mentions of blood and cuts 

Yet, with all that said, Miguel likes to remind himself that no spidey truly comes home unscathed.

Ever since the new guy joined the team, he quickly rose in the ranks and became Miguel’s right-hand man. He’d usually go on patrol, jumping from one universe to another with the man as they capture and contain anomalies like the bugs they are. Miguel puts his trust in him, well, as much trust as a man like Miguel can put in someone. But despite the short time the newbie has been in the Spider society, he has managed to capture Miguel and most of the Spider people's hearts so easily. 

He’s a comet that passes by the compound. Each time he returned from a mission, the spiders would gather around him, congratulating him on another successful mission and inviting him to drink or eat together.  A aswarm would always gather around the portal they knew he would come out from and each time, without fail, he would emerge to cheers and smiles. It wasn't like everyone else wasn't doing a good job, they were all doing what they were supposed to, but somehow the newbie was liked all around, solidifying Miguel’s slowly growing infatuation with him. 

But despite the trust and praises he gets, a spidey doesn't come home unscathed, not every time. Sometimes he’d come back from one of his solo missions with a broken rib or two, bruises in more places than necessary, a torn muscle here a twisted ankle there. He’d limp his way into the infirmary, an army of other spideys following him in worry yet he’d dismiss them easily with a simple wave and a; “It’s nothing guys, I’ll be fine,”

Miguel hates it.

Whenever the man goes on missions with the leader of the society, without fail, he will come home with nothing more than one or two bruises that would heal in a couple of hours if not minutes. Miguel would roll his shoulders back and the man would simply shake his head furiously like a dog before prancing to greet his waves of fans. Miguel didn't need to pay attention to him unless they were doing teamwork. He would run around by himself, track down the anomaly with him, and they would contain it easily and transfer it back just as easily. 

He might not look like it, but when Miguel brings a teammate with him on duo missions, he’s expected to cover their back and vice versa. Miguel will break any skull that dares to hurt his team and he hopes for the same response from his teammate. The newbie never disappoints. 

Miguel would find himself enraged, almost cornered by an anomaly, and there come’s Prince Charming with a devastating kick towards the anomaly’s side which sends it hurling into another building. Miguel appreciates their duo missions, the main reason he puts himself with the newbie. 

Not to mention, he makes a great team leader too. He’s carried out several missions with the younger ones, mainly Miles and Gwen, and despite it all, they always return successfully and with a snack in hand. When he goes on missions with Hobie, they’d somehow come back with a new intricate playlist created and when he goes on missions with Pavitr, they’d come back with pockets full of trinkets ready to give them to the other youngins. All in all, a solid team leader.

Yet, with all that said, Miguel likes to remind himself that no spidey truly comes home unscathed.

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You were on a mission with Miles. One of your duo missions with the boy, rare considering Gwen usually tags along. But today she’s got a mission with Pavitr and Peni, which leaves you and Miles for some quality Dude Time. 

It was a sunny day in the universe Miles and you dropped in. As the two of you swing from building to building, talking about Miles’ thing with Gwen and laughing at how embarrassed he gets, continuing the topic to buying a new Lego set for Pavitr and Hobie as the two of you swung past a Lego shop, when suddenly the anomaly reveals itself.

Another variant of Doc Oct holding themselves up with their extended metal arms. You can handle a Doc Oct alone, and with Miles helping you, the mission was expected to be so easy you were already thinking about what to have for dinner. 

But things don't always go according to plan, does it?

It strikes 8 pm when Miguel gets a notif from Lyla that an arriving portal was opened into the containment site of the compound. The man clicks his tongue, dropping from his platform before making his way to the site. Every step he takes he leaves his foul mood like a repellent, making the other spidey avoid him, cutting the middle path of the other spideys like a blade. His scowl is not helping his case either way.

The last portal should've been at 6 pm.

The door slides open, and a slight hiss rings out into the room. Inside the evenly lit expanse of the room, he easily spots yours and Mile’s spider suits in between all the other anomaly's dingy outfits. Miguel takes a breath before he stalks towards the two men, their backs to him.

“Ugh, my rib is killing me,” You groan, pressing in the code to store the anomaly in its cell.

“You're telling me, this bruise is going to be a pain in the butt to heal,” Miles sighed, holding his left arm. “But if it weren't for you, man, I’d be dead meat,” 

“Oh come on Miles, none of us knew the guy would send a gas truck our way,” You scoff. The terminal beeps and the thrashing anomaly is contained. 

“The fact that it burned on its way towards us was also something we didn't expect.” Miles laughs at what you said as you find yourself cringing. You knew there were going to be burn marks on your leg.

“No, but seriously, thanks for covering me back there, I thought we’d-”

“You thought you’d what?” 

Miles practically jumps into your arms as the both of you screams. You shut your eyes and it seems like Mile’s did the same before a stern cough makes you peek through your eyelids. There, in front of you, stands a solid wall of muscle and anger. Miguel has his arms crossed, eyes so sharp it could cut a mountain in half. The slight scowl on his lips would be cute if it weren't for the pure bloodlust as he gazes down into you, making you gulp.

“Heeeeeey Miguel,” Your pathetic excuse of a smile was met with nothing but him deepening his frown. Okay alright yup.

Miles awkwardly scuffles down your arms. He coughs into his fist, pulling at the edge of his suit. “Hi there haha…”

Miguel stares. “The last arrival portal should've been at six.”

Not a sound from you or Miles. Miguel holds back a growl. 

“You two are late.”

“Right, ‘m sorry Miguel, I promise this would be the last time, it was just that- See me and Miles here; we didn't realize that this Doc Oct was gonna be slightly more insane than the others-” You ramble, Miles quickly nodding along. 

“And haha, well, one truck lead to another and next thing ya’ now, bam! We got uh… hurt,” A nervous chuckle left your lips. Miguel replies nothing.

“B-but! I covered Miles from the fire! So he only got a couple of bruises, I promise the kid is fine and it wasn't his fault either so let’s just-”

“Enough.” He barks. You practically clamped your mouth shut. 

The doors hisses open again and Gwen comes running in, worry on her face. She sighs in relief as he spots Miles hiding beside you. “Miles! Thank goodness you’re okay!” 

Miguel turns as she runs and wraps her arms around the boy. “You came back so late!”

“I’m sorry Gwen, things got a bit out of control,” Miles pats the girl back reassuringly. “I just got a bit beaten up, nothing I can't handle,” 

Gwen pulls back and grabs the boy's face before turning it left and right and up and down, her eyes scanning like a hawk. She deems it enough as she stops, hands firmly holding Miles’ arms. “You always say that,” She sighs. 

You can't help the small relieved smile on your lips as you watch the two teens catch up with each other before Miguel makes a gesture with his hand.

“Gwen, go take Morales into the infirmary.” He says as he nods to Lyla that popped up on his brace. “And make sure he doesn't get out of bed for the next two days.”

“What?! But it’s barely a scratch-” 

“Now, Morales.” The man stares them down until eventually, Miles relents with a sigh and lets the girl usher him into the Infirmary's direction, the two of them shuffling next to each other, Gwen's arm around Miles. 

You hear something along the lines of ‘detention’ from Gwen as she laughs before the door slides close, leaving you with an enraged lion in its territory. You gulp as Miguel fixes his red eyes on you.

“You. Come with me.” 

And that's how you find yourself walking down the halls of the many living quarters of the compound. You followed silently behind Miguel’s broad shoulders, in any other day you would find it hard to resist not ogling those massive arms, but tonight Miguel was practically a walking beacon of rage. The smallest misstep would make him burst and thats the last thing you want to happen. 

“Miguel, I'm sorry, okay?” You try, catching up to walk beside him. “I promise this will be the last time I’ll come back from a mission late, plus, I won't bring anyone else with me too if I ever do it again. I swear this won't hap-”

His sudden halt catches you off guard and you bump against him. You scratch the bridge of your nose with a slight frown from the impact. The dimly lit hallway made it a slight challenge to read the nameplate but you managed to make out ‘O’Hara’ and with that, your stomach drops.

“Um… Miguel, this isn't my room…” 

The door opens. The room is pitch black. 

Miguel makes his way inside. His red eye glows before he commands; “Sit.” 

Fear brought you to sit on his bed, not a crease in sight which only struck your fear deeper into you. You could hear your heartbeat, terrified for what's to come. The worst thing Miguel could do would probably chew you out in the comfort of his room, away from any possible witnesses, and then maybe take you out of commission for a while as your punishment. 

You gulp as the man sets something beside you. It was a box, hard to make out what it was but it seemed heavy. Miguel clawed and the large hand extends towards you and you screw your eyes shut, hell did you pray to any god that was willing to listen to you so please please please-

“Bring your face closer.” 

Huh?

Cautiously, you open your eyes to Miguel’s face inches away from you, a warm light bathes over his features, making the lines of worry and fear evident. “Let me see your wounds.” 

You blink, once, twice, owlishly, making the man before you sigh and cup your jaw softly. He turns your face to inspect it before he brings his other hand which wipes your fringe away from covering any other possible wounds. 

He hums. “Looks like just scratches.” 

The mystery box turns out to be a first aid kit. Miguel flicks it open and rummages around in it before he pulls a couple of bottles and bandages out. 

“Take off your suit top, we need to treat that burn before it gets worse.” He demands. You cough before awkwardly peeling off what's left of your suit before dropping it on the carpeted floor. You need to get that repaired.

You couldn't bear to meet Miguel's eyes. Not when he’s kneeled in front of you, his usually intimidating body looking small as he’s hunched over. He looks tired, his frown is a mixture of worry and annoyance, but there is something beneath it. Something you don't dare to think about but you know. You always knew. From the first day, you finally managed to see that crack in Miguel’s hardened exterior, you’ve been scared to make another move toward him. Behind this wall of a man, is a heart guarded with spikes and what he has in his eyes right now as he’s wrapping a cooling pad around your arm is something that petrifies you. 

“Next time you’ll be doing missions with me and me only. I won't be assigning you to any other spiders until you learn to take care of yourself,” He huffs, unveiling another roll of bandages.  He pulls at your shoulder which makes you turn slightly. 

"Fucking hell, ¿cómo puedes ser tan descuidado? You run around saving everyone else but who’s going to save you, huh?" He huffs, wrapping the last of the bandage slightly too tight which makes you wince. He notices but does nothing. 

Once again, he holds your chin between his fingers as your gazes suddenly meet. Miguel growls with how you won't meet his eyes, firmly pointed anywhere but into Miguel’s red eyes. He sighs before letting you go as he takes out some ointments. He puts the substance on your cheek and under your slowly blackening eye, then down your jaw where you know a pretty bad bruise taints your skin. You feel his movement slow before his hand rests on your nape, sending jolts of warmth through your body.

“Cuídate, ¿eh? Cuídate." His voice devastatingly soft. 

Confusion and a steady wave of feelings start at the bottom of your heart, which only worsens as you finally find the courage to look at Miguel. To your surprise, his eyes are wider than usual, pools of crimson oozing with care as he scans your features. His thumb rubs at the base of your skull. “I can't lose my right-hand man.” 

He sighs. “Please, necesito que estés seguro por mí,"

You inhale sharply. Without realizing it, he's practically inches away from you. Your heart races, beats out of your control when Miguel rubs your nape again. 

“Miguel…?” 

A beat passes. Silence. 

Before Miguel growls roughly and promptly stands, taking the med kit with him. He makes his way to what you assume was his wardrobe. Panic rises beside you, making you wave around your hands. “I- Um- Miguel please I didn't mean to- Oof!”

Something was thrown at you. Something soft and large and is this hit shirt and… boxers?! 

“Change your clothes. You can't sleep in those.” Miguel points out, his scowl now a pout on his lips. 

“But-”

“I'm not saying this twice.” He growls before he slides into the bathroom and leaves you in his bedroom along with the pile of his clothes in your arms. 

You slowly look down at what you're holding. Carefully, you slide off what's left of your suit and drop them in a discarded pile before pulling on Miguel's clothes. To no one's surprise, you're practically drowning in the shirt. His boxers barrel fits you and the first goes over your tighs easily. You feel smaller even for your height and stature, but it feels… safe. 

The door of the bathroom slides open to reveal Miguel standing with slightly damp hair as he's drying it off with a towel and in nothing but gray sweats. Something grows within you and it’s definitely something else besides your heart. 

“Ah, you're done,” He glances toward you before setting the towel down neatly. He saunters to the side of his large bed, pulling the covers off before sliding in. An arm keeps the cover slightly open, before he raises an obvious brow.

“Get in here and sleep,” He huffs. 

You jump and quickly slide beside Miguel, careful to keep an inch of a distance. But that was deemed unsuccessful when the man beside you pulled you to his side, and his arm wrapped protectively around your middle which made you drape your hand over his chest. Before you can squirm, he locks his chin over your head with a content sigh. 

Shit, he really is a giant lion. You sigh. 

“Sleep. You need your rest to heal.” Miguel’s voice purrs through you while you're practically glued to his side. You chuckle slightly before pressing a peck just below his jaw.

“You sleep too.” You smile. “Good night Miguel.” 

You hear Miguel hum before he presses his lips to your crown. “Good night.” 

Translations:

how can you be so careless? = cómo puedes ser tan descuidado

Take care, huh? Take care of yourself. = Cuídate, ¿eh? Cuídate.

I need you to be safe for me, = necesito que estés seguro por mí,

Reblogs are appreciated <3

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[kooksbunnnn]

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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[gh0stsp1d3r]

Bestie hear me, out hear me out, it might be my atsv hyperfixation still running high and the fact that the kraven trailer got me binge-reading/watching every piece of media that this man appears in but could I request an enemies to lovers trope with Kraven and gn spidey reader ? Is it going to be just fluff or have some smut at the end ? I'll leave that up to you.😜

Anyway, feel free to ignore it if it's not right up your alley.

Thank you and I hope you're having a good day <3

I LOVEEE THIS

Warnings- suggestive towards the end but no actual smut, reader and Kraven been “enemies” for months with just a lot of tension

Spiders

Kraven liked spiders, just like he did lots of animals. He found them interesting and beautiful.

His opinion had changed when he met you.

“I’m just doing my job.” You said, putting your hands up in defense quickly running up a wall, away from the man who was currently trying to attack you. He seemed feral, almost.

“Well let me do mines.” He growled, and started to walk away when you shot a web to him, quickly making him turn back to you.

“Yeahhhh.. after what I just saw, can’t happen.” You folded your arms, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Well then pretend you didn’t see it.” He began to walk away again, not feeling like killing a popular hero and getting arrested for it.

“You bit some guys nose off, man!” You groaned and shot some webs in front of him, blocking him from leaving.

The man turned back, sighing.

“Fine.”

He ran up to you, you shot a web in his face, making him unable to see, you kicked his ankles, he fell down to the ground and ripped the web off his face, now pissed off.

He ran towards you, your eyes widening and you quickly shot your webs towards him, they hit his arms, and you pulled, throwing him towards the ground, as he was down you made a makeshift cocoon with webs, trapping him.

He threw his head back onto the concrete, and you picked him up like he weighed nothing as he trashed around in the webs.

“Jesus Christ, man, you’re so violent.” You said, as you struggled to hold him.

“If you let me go I can show you just how violent I am.” He mumbled.

“Sounds great. So great.” You rolled your eyes. Asshole. That’s when a loud noise behind you stopped you, a whole damn tiger running up.

You yelped and dropped Kraven, his head hitting the ground as he groaned, the tiger sniffing him before looking back at you, making a run for it.

“How’d you get a damn tiger?!” You yelled, running away.

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So that’s how you were now standing in front of him, you both just staring, your arms folded.

“Sooo… how was your day?” You said, trying to lighten to very tense mood.

“It was good before I saw you.” He looked back at the group of people he had just murdered.

“Mm.. I see that. And what’d these guys do?”

“They are- they were working for my dad.”

“Oh, so daddy issues?”

“Yeah… something like that.”

“Well.” You sighed. “As much as I would love for this great conversation to continue, I gotta take you back to jail.” You shrugged.

“So I can break out again?”

You groaned in annoyance. “You better not.”

He laughed quietly and shook his head.

You both fought for a while, and suddenly he was on top of you, breathing heavily as you tried to push him off, your attempts futile. He stared down at you, just staring.

(Can you guys tell I suck at writing fights?)

It all was probably because of adrenaline, but you quickly lifted up your mask, and he was bending down to your level, and your lips suddenly connected in a hungry kiss.

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You laid in the hotel bed, lifting the sheet up and thinking about every single choice you just made.

He got in the bed next to you, you continued to stare at the ceiling.

“That can never happen again.” You mumbled after a while, him reading a book.

He looked at you, laughing again.

“That’s what they all say.”

“Seriously- me and you- we fucking.. hate each other.

“Mmm.. do we?”

“Yes! I’m the person who’s stopped you like a billion times-“

“Tried to stop me. Some of those times you failed.”

“Oh, whatever! You’re a prick.. just happen to be a very attractive prick. And it was just adrenaline-“

He snickered and looked back at the book.

“Was it?”

“Yes! You’re like… you’re like a fucking bird, and I’m the damn spider! In case you don’t know-“

“Birds eat spiders-“

“Exactly!”

“So you admit it? I beat you a lot?”

“Shut uppp.” You rolled your eyes.

“Something kinda rude to say to a guy who you were just begging to fuck you.” He snickered.

#kraven the hunter #kraven the hunter x reader #sergei kravinoff x reader #sergei kravinoff

[softtdaisy]

Hi, babe!! Congrats on 1k! You definitely deserve it 🥰 can we get a 🌷 with tasm!Peter with the prompts;

"Yeah, you're cold, I'm giving you my jacket."

"Are you blushing?"

Love you! 💗

_cold outside

tasm!peter parker x fem!reader

based on: Yeah, you're cold, I'm giving you my jacket." "Are you blushing?"

summary: when Peter thinks you got hurt, he immediately comes to you, forgetting about the weather outside.

words: 888

a/n: thank you so much for this request baby, I added a little twist that I found funny when I got the idea I hope you will like it 👀 I love you too ♥️

join my secret garden for my 1k celebration 🌸

“I told you; you didn’t have to come Peter.” You laughed, looking at him.

When you told Peter you were going skiing with your family for the weekend, he wasn’t a big fan of the idea. Not because he wasn’t coming, he could let his girlfriend alone. But because he was certain you would get hurt at any moment. No matter how many times you told him that there were no risk it would happen, that you would be careful, Peter was still scared. 

The first day went perfectly well. You had a lot of fun with your family and send some pictures to Peter to show him how everything was alright, and nobody got hurt. Specially not yourself. This morning, you took the time to call him when your parents and your siblings decided to go on a higher ski run. You were telling him you did yesterday and what you planned on doing today when something happened.

All Peter heard on the phone was “Oh my god! No, no, no…” so of course, he imagined the worst scenarios. You fell down and broke your ankle, someone just ran into you and hurt you, there was an avalanche coming. It was terrible for him to not be able to tell what was going on, on your side and if you were alright. So, he took his own decision. “Don’t move love, I’m coming.”

“What?” your voice was shaking and very low compared to before. “No, you don’t have to come Peter!” but it was too late. He had already put on his Spiderman suit and was ready to come to you as fast as possible.

And when he arrived, Peter understood that he might have exaggerated. When he saw you, you were drinking a hot chocolate with your little sister. Clearly not hurt at all. “Peter?” you said, frowning when you recognized the blue and red suit before he hid. You apologized to your sister before finding your boyfriend, changing himself in a cabin. “What are you doing here?”

“I thought you got hurt!” he sighed, already regretting to not have put on some warmer clothes. 

“What? No! My sister fell down earlier, and I just got scared for her. If you listened to me before jumping on the building Spidey, you would know.” You laughed, putting a kiss on his lips. You were happy to see your boyfriend here. You were so used to spend all your time with Peter that it felt empty without him. 

“[y/n]? You’re here?” your little sister said behind the door. When you opened it, you saw the surprise on her face when she noticed Peter by your sides. “He surprised me!” you said with a happy tone, hugging Peter tightly to which he responded with a smile on his face.

“Ok…well the parents are waiting, you should come.”

Your parents immediately accepted for Peter to stay with you for the rest of the trip. They loved your boyfriend so much you were sure they were already planning your wedding behind your back.  

While you were walking outside, next to Peter, you noticed how he was shivering. Or, actually, you noticed how he was wearing a shirt when it was freezing outside. But this man was too stubborn to tell you that he was frozen to death. He turned his head when he noticed you were undoing your winter jacket. “Care to explain what you’re doing?”

"Yeah, you're cold, I'm giving you my jacket." You replied, taking it off and putting it on Peter’s shoulders. Of course, he was debating, saying he was going to let you be cold when he should have thought about it, or how he was the boyfriend that should do that not the other way around to which you replied with a tap behind his head. “Take my jacket Pete, It’s too big for me anyway. I’m going to take my sister’s since she’s done skiing for today.” You kissed his cheek to end the discussion.

It wasn’t until a few steps later than you noticed the red on Peter’s cheeks. You knew he was still cold from staying outside for too long. But there was something different. It wasn’t only the cold that colored his cheek. “Pete?” you asked, trying to get him to look at you. Since he was still looking right in front of him, you knew you were right. "Are you blushing?" 

“No,” he mumbled under his breath in the less convincing way. You fell for his reaction and couldn’t resist wrapping your arms around his neck. “You’re the cutest boyfriend in the world, you know that?” you put at least ten kisses all over his face until he started laughing.

“Ok, ok, I get it.” He replied, taking your face in his hands. “I just feel stupid. If we were in a movie, I would be the one giving you, my jacket.”

“Maybe. But can we appreciate that, for once, I’m the one saving your life, Spidey?” you asked with a smile. You caressed his neck and slowly pushed his face closer to yours. “Let me appreciate my moment.” You said before kissing him. The kiss didn’t last long because you were already cold, and your gesture would have meant nothing. But you liked the idea that Peter needed you too.

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[alex-grace]

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She heard sniffling.

And right across her room, was her dorm mate, Peter Parker. There was no way, right?

She gave it a minute at first. After living in Avengers Compound for as she had, she knew it was never a good sign to walk over immediately. Unless they were screaming, that’s how you know the nightmares from the daily cry. But the quiet sobs, the sniffling, and those invisible tears?

You could never truly tell.

At the 58-second mark, she started walking. But it had gotten quieter as she neared. The door was open, but Peter was nowhere in sight. She walked around, trying to hear as best as she could. It has been coming from the bathroom. The light was on, and the door cracked, letting the soft yellow light flow through.

“Parker? You in here?” She could hear the wrestling of a jacket.

“Oh, yeah-yeah I’m here, um yeah,”

“Do you mind if I come in? I mean if you’re taking a shit you really need to learn to close your doors.”

“No,” He laughed, not a Peter Parker laugh--a moment of serenity if anything.

He gave her the sign to come in, and she open the door to see Peter Parker sitting up on the carpet of his bathroom floor.

She didn’t hesitate to sit right now right down next to him, and then to lay down.

He questioned her. She hadn’t looked him in the eye yet.

She knew when she did, they would be red.

“One of those days huh,” She said calmly.

He hesitated. “No, no I mean- it’s, it’s fine,”

Stuttering.

She patted the small space of grey carpet next to her. It was a small squeeze, but they could fit two. She gestured for him to join her on the floor after seeing his obvious confusion--he obliged, and they lay in silence for a few moments

“I guess it’s a bathroom thing,” she said. Peter looked over at her.

She was laying straight--her ankles crossed and her arms lay lightly on her stomach, eyes staring into the white ceiling. 

Peter didn’t respond, just looking at her questioningly.

She said, “I thought it was just my bathroom, that’s comforting.”

“Do you lay down on your bathroom floor a lot?"

“Well, how much is a lot?”

Peter scoffed softly as he looked back up to the ceiling. He hated the urge he had to keep looking over at her.

Her.

She was his best friend---she was the first one he befriended when he first came into the compound. The first one who wanted to know Peter for who he was, not who’s Spider-Man was.

He always thought she looked pretty because it was true. She was one of the prettiest people he’s ever seen. Y/N had been an Avenger for years before Peter came into the picture. He never forgot their first meeting back in Germany.

…

“I’ve only got one job here today and I got it impressed Mr. Stark so, so I’m really sor-,”

“Boo.” A voice whispered behind him.

He didn’t realize it then, but his spider sense had never gone off at that moment.

She hit him with a blast of energy, gold energy, to be exact.

He had fallen about three feet from the glass-covered floor before he gained his wits and swung to the next pole.

Y/N had taken that moment to look over at the bodies of Sam and Bucky. Conscious, thankfully, but somehow beaten up.

How the hell did they lose to web-ster over here, she thought to herself.

“What the-Holy shit! You’re Y/S/N?” Peter had asked.

“What the hell are you?” She had retorted back, as another energy wisp was sent flying toward the new super. Luckily this time, Peter had his wits sorted through, and was able to dodge in time as he swung down to ground level with Y/N.

“You’re like one of the-,” He said as he threw a punch at the newcomer. “-coolest superheroes there is.”

Y/N grunted as she attempted a kick to his ribs, as Spider-Man swung up and landed behind her.

He could tell she was getting tired of his obvious dodging of every swing he threw her way. She stood with her back to him for a second too longer than usual.

Assuming anything about Y/N would be his first mistake.

She moved fast enough for his spidey sense to kick in a few moments too late. So late that Peter was grounded, flat to the dirty terminal floor. With Y/N directly on top, sliding a knife from her knee on his ribcage.

He blamed his heart racing from the adrenaline.

“I’ll make sure to let Stark know bug-boy.”

She slashed the dagger toward his right side, luckily he was able to dodge out of its way, throwing her off of him.

The two brawled for a few minutes, the only sound was the crunching of broken glass and caught punches.

And the occasional heart skips if you're Peter Parker.

She was able to kick him away a few feet, causing Peter to stumble. He made a point to get back up as possible, but Y/N wasn’t in a fighting stance.

She was just standing there. Studying him.

Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God

“You’re cute,” She said as she tilted her head, and took a step toward him. Peter was too surprised at her sudden tone change to notice the strands of gold energy from behind Y/N’s back.

“Making me feel sorry bug-boy.”

“WWAAAHH!”

…

“What’s going on?” Her soft voice broke Peter out of the flashback. She was looking at him now.

Her and her Y/C eyes. He forgot for a second that he wasn’t in Germany. That they weren’t enemies, and that they for sure weren’t flinging each other out windows.

“Do you remember Germany?” He asked.

Y/N was taken aback as those golden brown eyes looked back at her. She always stutters when she’s looking at him. I mean, how could someone not?

The “Civil War” as it has now been dubbed, is a topic rarely conversed about in the compound. That doesn’t stop it from consuming Y/N’s thoughts from time to time.

…

“Making me feel sorry bug-boy.”

“WWAAAHH!”

She had sent his flying through the glass of the windows up ahead. She sighed as she jogged over to where Sam and Bucky’s front-row seat.

“You could’ve done that earlier?” Bucky complained.

Y/N grabbed her dagger and helped Sam out of the webs first instead.

“Falling for the enemy Y/L/N?” Sam said cheekily

“Not. A. Word. Wilson.”

“Hey c’mon, there were a lot of witnesses to this new love story. Right Barnes?”

Y/N didn’t bother to retaliate, her face had confusion and embarrassment all over her. Her eyebrow’s crinkled, causing a small line on her forehead, her mouth slightly opened as she considered the bewilderment Sam was preaching. She looked over to the Winter Solder next to her, as he ripped off the last of the sticky webs laced to his silver arm.

A small shrug, nod, and a frown is what she got from the ex-assassin.

Y/N could hear chaos going on in her comms, the three knew they needed to get out of there fast.

“I won’t mention you lost to the bug if you cease your fire?” Y/N called out quickly to Sam. 

“Touché.”

…

“As always. God, you were so annoying. You talked so much. I had a knife to your lung and all you could talk about was how I was your favorite superhero.”

Peter was laughing now, her tone so full of false anger. Y/N laughed with him.

Her laugh grounded him. It kept him sane as nothing else could. Maybe even, ever could.

But that’s what best friends were for right? To catch each other when one falls?

For one to love the other too much, and the other never enough.

“You love me,” Peter said. He took a chance there. But in true Peter Parker fashion, he covered it up. “I mean, now, I would hope, at le-,”

“Yeah,”

Peter had never shut up so quickly in his life.

“Yeah, I guess I do.”

They were laying on their sides, both of them, doing nothing but staring into the eyes of each other.

Who knows, maybe someone could’ve finally pulled on that thread and made a move.

Pietro Maximoff had other plans.

A whir of blue and platinum blonde whipped in the corner of Y/N’s eye.

“Hey Spider-kid do you still have that OH MY GOD-”

Peter and Y/N turned their heads quickly to the standing interruption in front of the bathroom door. Pietro stood there still as Y/N's ever seen. He covered his eyes with one hand, peeking through two fingers. 

“I-Uh- Use protection.” In a blink, he was gone. 

Peter looked at Y/N.

Y/N looked at Peter.

“What the fu-”

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[cantstoptheimagines]

Footprints (Holland!Peter Parker | MCU)

Summary — Every morning, you wake up to find footprints on your window. You hatch a plan to finally catch the culprit.

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Literally just a fluffy, comedy piece; friendly teasing between Reader and MJ; mentions of sleepovers and sharing a bed (platonic); cursing; Reader is friends with MJ, but doesn’t know Peter.

Notes ➳ Word Count is 733. ➳ Reader is gender neutral (they/them).

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MJ thought you had finally lost it.

At first, she hadn’t believed you when you told her that footprints were being left on the glass of your bedroom window each night while you slept. When she realized that Peter Parker lived in the apartment above yours, however, she immediately knew who was behind it. 

Not that she could tell you, of course. She couldn’t just reveal Peter’s biggest secret just because you were tired of buying a new bottle of Windex every week. Now, however, she was thinking that it might be better that you knew Peter’s secret as she watched you set up a cheap motion detector on your fire escape.

But then again... this could be rather entertaining.

When you turned back to her with a loud sigh, she raised her eyebrows, and asked, “You sure about this?”

“Not really,” you said, “but it’s all I got right now... so I’m gonna go with it.”

MJ gave you a slow nod, “This is the weirdest sleepover I’ve ever been to.”

“Isn’t this the only sleepover you’ve ever been to?”

MJ narrowed her eyes at you, and muttered, “Not the point. Can we actually go to sleep now? It’s almost midnight and we have a test tomorrow.”

You let out a dramatic groan, “Ugh! Fine! I can’t believe you’re secretly a dork.”

MJ rolled her eyes before throwing a pillow at you with a smirk, “Whatever. I’m not the one setting up a stakeout in their bedroom.”

Surprisingly, you let her have the last word, too focused on your goal of catching the so-called ‘Window Wrongdoer’. As the two of you climbed beneath your blankets, MJ couldn’t help but wonder how Peter was going to react to his latest adversary.

MJ woke up with a start. She blinked repeatedly as her eyes tried to adjust to the darkness of your bedroom. She quickly turned on the lamp that sat by your bed. She frowned at the sight of you disappearing through your window and running up the fire escape.

She quickly realized what was happening. She quietly sighed, rolling her eyes as she turned off your bedside lamp, “Parker, you moron.”

While your friend tried to return to her peaceful slumber, you were far too busy wrapping your hand around the ankle of your archrival. Pulling hard, you and the figure tumbled to the landing of the fire escape with a loud THUD!

“What the—?”

“Dude, stop fucking up my window!”

Scrambling to his feet, Peter felt the eyes of his mask widen. He held his hands up in defense. He recognized you from school, but wasn’t sure of your name, only that you were friends with MJ... and that you were pissed.

“I—uhm—!” he stuttered. “What?!”

“Oh, please!” you exclaimed. “You heard what I said! Look, I know you’re a hero and everything, and believe me, I appreciate what you do, but stop leaving footprints on my window! I’m tired of wasting so much money on glass cleaner, asshole!”

Peter looked down at where you were pointing. Despite your bedroom window being up, he could clearly see what you were talking about. There were footprints on the glass. And honestly, he didn’t blame you for being upset. May probably would’ve killed him for doing that to their own apartment.

“I’m sorry!” he apologized, placing his hands on your shoulders. “I guess I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Well, maybe, from now on, you can use the stairs,” you scoffed, before stepping away and forcing his hands to return to his sides. “If it happens again, I will find out which apartment you’re in, Spidey. That’s a promise.”

The masked hero nodded frantically. You almost smiled when he gave you a salute. Almost.

You turned, descending the fire escape and climbing through your bedroom window. You quickly climbed back into your bed with a satisfied sigh, “Got that settled.”

“Good,” muttered MJ, her face smushed up against one of your pillows. “Now you can finally shut up about it. It’s literally three o’clock in the morning.”

You conceded to her demands and quickly fell asleep. The next evening, you arrived home later than usual. Opening your curtains to look at the setting sun, you found a note, along with a twenty dollar bill, taped to your window.

‘Sorry for making you buy so much Windex. Hopefully this covers it! - SM, the Footprint Fiend’

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[womanofwords]

Pockets

Another day being the new Spider-Man, and Miles had his hands full. Literally.

A little kid had given him a lollipop, an old man had put a tie on him, an an appreciative cake maker had given him a set of twelve chocolate cupcakes with gooey centres in the middle. He really should have made himself pockets. Or at least accessorized with a bag.

"Ugh, I hate this!" Miles yelled, putting the stuff onto the nearest table. Hobie looked up and sighed.

"What now, Peter Pan?" he yawned.

"My clothes don't have pockets. I need pockets," Miles whined. "Where else am I supposed to put my stuff, then?"

"Just make the pocket yourselves."

"I've never done that before."

Hobie raised an eyebrow. "You what?"

"I've never sewed clothes before."

"The term is altered, and I've got ya covered. Come on." Hobie grabbed Miles and dragged him through a portal into his universe.

The first thing Miles thought of was that it looked like a collage of newspaper clippings. A lot more people dressed like Hobie did, making Miles feel oddly left out. "Where are we going, anyway?" Miles asked.

"There's an old textiles factory that got shut down and they left some stuff behind," Hobie explained. "Seemed a shame to let it go to waste. So I took one of their sewin' machines and supplies and their tutorial books."

"And this is going to help me . . . how?" Miles asked.

"I'm going to alter your suits so you 'ave pockets," Hobie said.

"Nice," Miles said. "Oh, no."

"What?"

"I don't have anything to change into. Got anything my size?" Miles asked.

"Storage room's in the back. Change outta that and get one of the clothes they couldn't sell."

"Fine." There was relative quiet for a few minutes, only punctuated by Miles removing his suit and searching for something else to wear. Eventually, the British punk could hear curse words in both English and Spanish. "HOBIE!" Miles yelled, ten minutes later.

"What?"

"Why didn't you tell me that the clothes here WERE ALL GIRLS' CLOTHES?!" Miles yelled, stepping out wearing a shirt with a butterfly on it and a long denim skirt that stopped at the ankles.

"I didn't know. And I don't believe in gender-specific clothing," Hobie said.

"This is so embarrassing!"

"I don't believe in embarrassment."

"There literally aren't even any pants!" Miles sat down, crossing his legs with embarrassment. "Just skirts and dresses! Not even good ones."

"No wonder it got shut down," Hobie said. "Look, I'm almost done, so why don't you just sit back and see if there's anything that embarrasses you less?"

Miles stormed off, and Hobie got back to work.

(PAUSE)

"Here we go!" Hobie proudly presented the new and improved Spider-suit to Miles. "With some deep pockets."

"Thanks, Hobie!" Miles looked at the suit with glee. "How much should I-"

"I don't believe in money. And this is because you're a friend."

"I thought you didn't believe in friends."

"I never said that. I do believe in friends. I also believe in inside jokes." A flash momentarily blinded him as Hobie ambushed him with a large, clunky camera. "An' I'm keepin' this."

"No!" Miles yelled. "Hobie, don't you dare do anything that you were thinking of doing with that picture!"

Hobie let out a dramatic sigh. "Well, I was plannin' to keep it locked up an' all to meself, but if you feel that strongly, then I'll get Gwendy on the case!"

"No, don't you dare!" Miles grabbed at the picture, and Hobie played keep-away. "Please not Gwen!"

"Relax, she'd think it was cute!"

"It would be so embarrassing!"

"Going to see her now!" Hobie opened a portal, and Miles had no choice but to go through it after him.

They were in Nueva York, Spidey Headquarters. He got weird looks as he chased Hobie through the many hallways. And then she was there.

"What the heck?" Gwen asked, raising an eyebrow as she looked at Miles and Hobie. Hobie sniggered as Miles despereately tried to cover himself up. "Hobie, what did you do?"

"He wanted pockets," Hobie said. "But he didn't have anything to wear in the meantime and I told him to wear what was available."

"And there were no boy clothes?" Gwen asked.

"No," Hobie and Gwen chorused.

"Get changed," Gwen said. "Hobie, be nice to Miles."

"I don't believe in niceness," Hobie said. "But, yeah, sure."

Once Miles had finally changed, he took a moment to admire the new pockets. They were big and stretchy. He could totally fit so much stuff in there.

Hobie was awesome.

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[can-of-pringles]

What would your OCs' first impressions of Jasper be? Either like they run into Jasper out on the street, or they sprain their ankle or something and have Jasper as their nurse in the ER, or something completely different?

Hm, let me come up with something

Fox: Jasper would be looking over her minor wounds she's gotten from bounty hunting. Fox would come up with an excuse for all the injuries since you know she can't just casually say what actually happened. Accident while working or something. Jasper would sense something was off, but probably wouldn't push it much since Fox doesn't radiate off any serious anxiety or stress. Fox would of course use the right pronouns and thank them for treating her injuries. Jasper would tell her to try to be more careful next time. Probably the best nurse Fox has had.

Carina Shepherd: (after everything happens) She'd be walking down the street maybe carrying groceries and a bag would rip and stuff would fall out. Jasper sees and helps her gather all the stuff. Carina would thank them and insists she can carry it all back (she'll use her powers eventually when no one is looking) I think Carina would sense Jasper's abilities and be confused but not mention it. Kinda like how Spider-people can spidey sense each other. Anyway she'd think that Jasper was pretty friendly for a stranger and feel grateful for their kindness.

Dannie Karim: Jasper would see them sitting down in a store on one of the shelves and their nurse instincts would kick in. They'd notice Missy so all they would ask is if they're alright and if they need any candy. Dannie would say no thanks and that they already took something but still thinks they're very kind, and appreciate that they weren't paying attention to Missy. Dannie would notice their pronoun pin and point it out, saying they use they/them themselves and it's a quick moment of trans bonding.

Silas Petersson: Honesty he'd be out and about probably wearing a Ghost t-shirt (because he's a supportive boyfriend :3c) and idk I imagine Jasper would at least have heard of Ghost before? Maybe? And they'd probably compliment his band t-shirt. Silas would smile and thank them. And in return Silas would compliment their style.

Arith: Jasper would remind him of other people he knew/knows like neighbors and such, and there's a sense of familiarity there. I think also the fact that Jasper's a nurse would remind him of Iriel. I think he'd find their abilities very interesting.

Iriel: (I'm kinda switching it a tiny bit.) Would notice Jasper getting overwhelmed by a crowd and emotions. Iriel would try to help them get somewhere less crowded and maybe use her powers to give them a temporary calmness. Iriel would maybe try to ask them stuff to keep them distracted like talking about music and stuff. Eventually Jasper goes home and probably wonders for a while who she was and how did she do that.

Kaia: Would be asking Jasper for directions and Jasper would help. Kaia probably doesn't travel to the US a whole lot so.. Kaia would compliment their clothes and overall style. Jasper would probably compliment her tattoo.

Odel: She would be out buying flowers for Kaia and maybe Jasper would be doing the same for Kyle :D and Odel would ask them their opinion on two different bouquets because she's having trouble deciding and Jasper would help her a little. Odel would thank them and maybe try starting a conversation about the bouquet Jasper was getting.

Eliška Hasek: Maybe after she and the rest of the Guardians fight a threat, she doesn't have any bandage/wraps left on her for her hands, and Jasper would offer her some and help wrap her hands. Jasper would be concerned at her injuries but Eliška would give a brief explanation. Jasper understands it's chronic pain basically and feels sympathy. Eliška appreciates that they aren't freaked out about her powers and that they helped her.

Marigold Rosales: Honesty I couldn't think of a specific scenario, except maybe Marigold rescuing them from something but idk, but anyway I feel like Jasper would remind Marigold of one of her students. Of course she would be respectful about pronouns.

Rosie Rosales-Maximoff: She'd be at a park and offer some peas or other duck safe food to Jasper so they can also feed the ducks. Jasper would thank her and Rosie would explain that bread isn't good for them. Jasper could probably feel the happiness and bubbly-ness radiating off Rosie and find her optimism sweet. Rosie would think they're really cool and ask them if they know the bands Peter listens to.

Allison Dahir: Allison's at the doctor or something after she got a particular rough scrape from skating. (She has fast healing but her parents wanted her to get it looked at and bandaged anyway) Jasper would help her and they'd bond over rollerskating. Jasper would probably give them some tips and honestly Allison would probably look up to them and think they're so cool.

Lee Quinn: Jasper would be her nurse at just a check up or something. Like when they do all the usual height, weight, blood pressure stuff? Idk if that's accurate but anyway Lee would use the right pronouns and probably give Jasper an apologizing look as her mother is being kinda transphobic. Jasper would mainly worry about Lee, sensing a lot of negative emotions from her, like more than usual. Jasper afterwards would hope everything would be okay for her. I don't know how much authority nurses have over that compared to doctors... and Lee looked physically fine anyway so there might not be anything that could be done. (Sorry I made it sad)

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[angelbymadonna]

Maybe Adrien was being too hopeful. Maybe the blood was rushing to his head after being hung upside down for a solid five minutes.

Or maybe there was real concern behind the tinted glass eyes of her mask.

Maybe Paris's Miraculous Spider-Woman actually cared what happened to him.

For a moment it was like they were real friends. Regular people. Like she was talking straight to Adrien, telling him that acting out, stealing, wouldn't impress his father. That she would always see him for who he is when others looked straight through him, or at a character they invented. That she could see him at all.

But she couldn't. She was doing her job as the hero.

But Adrien couldn't help remember her words. That the Spider-Woman didn't come from a unique heroic person, she was a citizen, a person. She cared about her neighbors, her city.

So maybe it was the blood rushing to his head, or the hope in his heart, but Adrien reached one hand to the mask on his eyes.

"What're you..." She seemed to realize what he intended.

"I want to know you truly care. I want to see your face, your expression. So I figured this was an even trade." Adrien felt a hand over his, stopping him removing the mask.

"Trust me, Catboy, I care." with one hand still on Adrien's face, Spider-Woman took the other and lifted the bottom of her mask over the bridge of her nos, revealing the bottom half of her face. "Is this enough?"

Her lips pulled into a smile. Not like she was teasing him, but like she had hope too. Hope he would believe her? Believe she was telling him that stopping war in his own best interest? Or belief that she cared? What was he thinking, those were the same. Looking out for his best interest is what she should care about if she was truthful, not anything else.

"Now we're even." She added as a joke, since Black Cat's mask only covered the top of his face in the first place, though his had eye holes. This meant Spider-Woman saw his answering smile, stopping himself from laughing. She also saw his eyes, studying her face as much as he could see it.

He dropped his gaze to her eyes- well her eyes were above her mouth, obviously, but Adrien was still hanging by his ankle. And still had a hand under Spidey's on his face.

"Not even close, Milady" he grinned. Adrien swung backwards for the momentum, kissing Spider-Woman on the nose as he swung forward for the first time. On the second time, he curled up and broke the string on his ankle, grabbing the remnant so he'd stay up and clining to the wall behind him.

Adrien told himself he wasn't sure why he stayed a second to look down at Spider-Woman's face. Told himself it was the night obscuring her expression, she wasn't disappointed in him for staying a burglar.

Be must've been lying to everyone that night.

link to Marinette pov

#marinette spiderwoman au #adrinette #artist song

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

prompt idea! Here lately lots of little scenarios of the 3 spideys and there gf's/wife have been coming to my mind, but this one is my favorite!

Peter 3 knows Gwen's tickle spots, but he doesn't know what her MOST ticklish spot is! He decides he wants to test out his theory and starts tickling her at random times so she isn't expecting it!

Example: when she has her feet propped up, when she has her hands above her head, etc...

Tickle Theory

Summary: See prompt above :)

(Oo! This is so cute! Cause Three totally would! ❤️ Thank you so much for this Anon :))

Gwen didn't know what prompted the random attacks from her boyfriend. They had been randomly popping up all throughout the week.

If she raised her arms, her sides got squeezed or her armpits got poked. If she put her feet in his lap, her feet were pinched. When she tied her hair into a ponytail, her neck was poked. It's like he was fishing for something but she had no idea what.

Gwen settled back into the couch and tried to convinve herself she was reading too much into it. Her boyfriend was probably just being his goofy self and nothing more.

As she relaxed, said boyfriend wandered into the room.

"Hi Peter," Gween greeted.

Peter 3 grinned. "Hi, can I sit with you?"

The smaller blond crossed her arms. "No thou mayst not."

"Ahand why not might Ihi ahask fair lady?"

Gwen smirked. "Because there isn't anyhy room."

"Ha! Thy height decieves ye." Peter 3 guestred to her feet. "There is plenty of room for a weary knight such as myself. "

The smaller blond playfully rolled her eyes. "Fine. Thou mayest sit."

Her boyfriend plopped beside her feet. "Whyh thank you fair lady. Yohour kindness is overwhelming."

"Thou art most welcome."

Once settled, both Peter 3 and Gwen returned their attention to their phones. While they scrolled, Gwen let her guard down.

She had become engrossed in a science article she had been meaning to read when a something squeezed her knee. "AH!"

She jumped and saw a certain person grinning at her.

"That was thehe best one yehet," Three teased.

"What are you doing!"

Peter draped one arm over Gwen's ankles. "Wehell, Ihi know you're ticklish, but yohou know whahat I don't know?"

"How much ohof a jerk you ahare?"

"No."Three grinned. "Whehre your mohost ticklish spot ihis."

The smaller blond's eyes widened.

Peter placed his hand back on her knee. "And nohow, I have a theory to test."

Gwen wanted to retort, but a squeal broke her off.

The squeezes to her knees sent ticklish shocks up through the rest of her body, but because of her boyfriend's stupid arm, it was hard to kick out.

"By process of elimination, I hahave deduhuced that your knees are the most ticklish." Peter 3 wiggled his fingers under her knee. "And Ihi think I'm rihight."

"NAAAAH!" Gwen snorted. "NAHAT THEHEHERE!"

"Oo!" Peter skittered his fingers down her leg. "Aha very good spohot."

The smaller blond caught her breath. "Whehew! Oho yohou're soho ehevil."

Peter 3 put a hand to his chest. "Me? How dahare you!"

Gwen growled and shot upright. Before Three could stop her, Gwen pinched his bad rib.

Three squealed.

"Who's ahall bihig and tough nohow?" The smaller blond teased.

"GWEHEN!" Peter snorted.

"Whahat oho brave knight?"

"NOHOT THEHEHERE!"

Gwen spidered down to her boyfriend's sides. "But you're soho cute, I just gotta tihickle you."

Peter's laughter switched to light giggles as he caught his breath. "N-nohot cuhute!"

Gwen reached up to tickle under Peter's chin. "Youwre the cuwtest wittwe boyfwiend evewr."

Peter 3 wrapped his hands around her hand and brought it up to his mouth before giving it a kiss. "Yohou're horrihible."

Gwen cooed at the affection. "Ditto."

Three smiled before he pulled her forward into his arms. "I lohove you."

"Love you too," Gwen replied. "But let's sahave the knees for special ticklehel times."

"Anything for my queen."

Gwen had to admit, her boyfriend could be annoying at times. Like when he went fishing for tickle spots or attacked her knees.

But when he gave her that kiss and held her gently in his arms, she knew that he loved her and he always would.

#switch peter 3 #switch gwen stacey #ticklefic