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brianwashere · 9 months

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hello!! saw your writing today in my tags and got interested, read some more and you seem really cool :D i got one fic stuck in my head though, the one you posted earlier today with the 7 foot spider reader! it was really cool but i kind of thought about a follow up (and I made sure to check your rules before this)

i was thinking, m/n is really big, intimidating and generally a badass- however. in bed (nsfw) he’s inexperienced, shy af, and ends up just being really submissive (you actually didn’t specify if you prefer dom or sub reader, i assumed you mind neither, but if u don’t feel comfortable with this then just ignore)

thank you, and keep up your great works so far :D

Anon, you’re officially my favorite fucking person ever. Oh my god. This req. warmed my heart. Idek what. It just did. Thank you for reading my other fics too. Wow. I’m reeling rn.

Also you didn’t specify who with so I just did HCs for Noir and Miguel

Pls req again soon! You’re so sweet

**I do not own any characters or part of the franchise from marvel or sony **

Summary: look at req

Tw: explicit activities ehehehehe, language

-Miguel-

The first time you two try anything he’s expecting you to be all dominant and get his ass blasted

Y’all two are making out and he’s ready to take it to the next level

And you’re nervous cause you know he’s expecting you to be this super experienced “knows how to make you scream immediately” kinda guy

The truth is you haven’t had much experience because while people may be into the whole “huge man” thing they’re too scared to actually come up to you and even have a conversation

And you’re also scared of hurting your partner

Just a mix of things that led you to little experience

It doesn’t take long for Miguel to figure it out

As soon as you glanced at his face nervously he knew something was up

At first Miguel is surprised bcc he would’ve expected men and women to practically be hanging from you

Once he recovers from the initial shock he’s down with topping and showing you the ropes

It’s a bit of a boost to his ego, not to mention a massive turn on for him

He never lets you shy away from him/cover your face. He loves seeing you. He knows he’s not stronger than you but he’ll still pull your hands away/pull you closer

But sometimes he does wanna be on bottom

Queue very erotic teaching sessions

When you do something he likes he’ll definitely over exaggerate so you’ll know

He also loves marking you up in more…intense ways because he knows it won’t really hurt you

Clawing your back. He’ll claw the SHIT out of your back.

Biting you too. Sometimes he just can’t help it

He finds out you have god tier stamina and impecable recovery time and will definitely use that to his advantage

*cough cough* Overstimulation and denial *cough cough*

He’s down to do whatever you’re comfortable with but sometimes he really needs some stress relief i.e. getting a blowjob or just fucking you senseless

He won’t admit it but he likes when he’s the little spoon after you two are done

~Noir~

You got nervous and told him the first make out session that you had practically no experience

He was a little taken aback, again, you’re so big and so hot how could people not be lining up for a piece of you

It makes him feel even more lucky to be with you though

“Oh…that’s ok, dear. We’ll take it slow, then.”

Then he finds out your submissive too and he’s pretty sure he has a heart attack

Now he was pretty vanilla at first but then he found the internet and stumbled upon some kinks and did some…research

Behind. He loves seeing your back muscles move and twist under him

He likes tying your wrists together with some of his webbing

It’s strong enough that it could actually hold you if you tried resisting, maybe not for very long, but it wouldn’t snap like thread at the slightest pressure

He loves praising you. Praise. All the time. Always praise. You could breathe and he’d be on his knees for you

Every time he does something new he asks if you’re ok with it

He’ll be gentle if that’s what you want but he figures out that’s usually not the case

Usually you want everything he’s got, as much as he’ll provide you

He does love soft romantic nights with you though

Where he gets to enjoy your large beautiful frame and your contrasting shyness

When he gets to slow down and drink in ALL of you

The noises you make, the small movements, your incoherent mumbling

He loves ALL of it

He’s so down bad for you not even a joke

A little guilty pleasure for him is kissing you senseless

He loves being the big spoon for you, even if it just feels like a backpack is attached to you

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nadloves · 10 months

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Spiderman Into the Spiderverse Fanfiction Recommendations

Miguel O'Hara

Stay || husband!Miguel O'Hara x Wife!reader

what the f-!? (pt.1) (pt.2) (pt.3)

miguel likes rubbing your back

What's in between (pt.1) (pt.2)

Give Me Reasons We Should Be Complete

miguels brat tamer

jealousy

I Need You to Stay

to a heart's conten (pt.1) (pt.2) (pt.3) || singlefather!miguel o'hara x reader

snow spider

work mom

miguel o’hara at his daughters parent-teacher conference || Dad!Miguel O'Hara x Mom!reader

miguel on his daughter's bday

Untitled

With My Heart and Soul

Oh, What Can I Do?

Annoying (pt.1) (pt.2)

Spiderman Noir

Untitled

Spider Noir x Black Cat!reader

Spiderman Noir x Spiderwoman!reader

Untitled

Earth 42! Miles Morales

IN THE HEAT OF IT ALL

Showgirl

2:00 A.M

LINK UP (pt. 1, 2, 3)

Love triangle || earth 42!miles morales x reader x earth 1610!miles morales

Like you!! || Ex!miles morales x reader

GIVE YOU THE WORLD

OPEN ARMS (pt.1) (pt.2)

His girl (pt. 1-10) || earth 42!miles morales x reader | earth 1610!miles morales x reader

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whaliiwatching · 9 months

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the flower (reprise)

#spider man: across the spider verse #spider punk #spider noir #hobie brown #noirpunk #to everyone who left me messages: i love you i love you i am hugging you so tight and/or giving you the crispest high fives #you made this possible <3 #... this fanfiction was made possible by viewers like you #i love them SO dearly. do you understand #mighty muse give me the strength to write this much again #i havent written 27k of my OWN GODDAMN ORIGINAL SHIT IN LIKE A YEAR #but nooooo these fuckers get all my best material #(i am having so much fun and they are consuming my world)

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sketch-kenyy · 11 months

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#miguel o'hara #miguel spiderman #miguel o hara #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara fanart #spider verse #spider noir #beyond the spiderverse #art #digital drawing #artists on tumblr #fan art #spiderman fanart #lego spiderman #vampire #vampire smut #smut lol #miguel o'hara spider man #spiderman 2099

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arithestrawberry · 10 months

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I am DESPERATELY SEARCHING FOR A MIGUEL O’HARA FIC I WAS READING BUT I HAVE NO CLIE WHAT THE NAME WAS. I KNOW THAT YOUR A COLLEGE STUDENT IN IT AND THAT HE ATE LUNCH ON THE FLOOR WITH YOU (that’s as far as I had read into it) AMD THAT YOU WORKED IN LIKE HIS OFFICE WITH HIM? YOU DESPERATELY WANTED TO GIVE SPIDER NOIR A KALEIDOSCOPE- HELP PLEASE- I NEED TO FINISH IT SO BAD IT WAS SO GOOD.

#miguel o'hara #spiderverse fanart #spider man: across the spider verse #fanfic #spider noir #spider punk #across the spiderverse #help #help me find a fic ive been desperately searching for #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara smut #miguel x reader #miguel fluff #spiderman #fanfiction #help me pls #desperate for the sexy man.

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andvenuscried · 2 months

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SPIDERVERSE UNIVERSE.

WARNING,

a lot down here is NSFW!

NAVIGATION.

✮ — nsfw

☾ — sfw

for more, click here: guidelines + more info.

… there is nothing here yet. work is in progress.

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miguelswifey04 · 9 months

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I saw your hobie and fairy spidersona first time and RAHH H H its so good!! ! whaat about noir x sunshine!reader's first time👀👀👀👀

me too it was like perfectly written & i love what i wrote <3

spider noir x sunshine!spidey! f reader

summary: your first time with spider noir <3

warnings: love-making, nsfw, 18+, praise kink, p in v!!; not explicit <3

as peter’s touch caressed your skin, he reveled in the sensation of your bodies entwined. every stroke and embrace was filled with tender care, his fingers tracing delicate patterns along your curves, assuring you that he treasured every inch of your being. the way you his strong form enveloped you, spooning each other as he buried himself inside the gates of heaven, made you feel so full of his love.

with each whisper, his voice filled with adoration and affection, noir uttered sweet praises that melted your heart. he voiced his appreciation for the beauty he saw before him, both inside and out, reassuring you that you were his whole universe in that moment. with each thrust he let out a low moan as you squeezed his arms that were tightly wrapped around you. your airy moans filled the air as he stretched you open for the first time. it was a new experience and a new feeling yet you felt so calm.

“darling, you are exquisite," he murmured against your ear, his voice a velvet caress that sent shivers cascading down your spine. "every touch, every taste, every breath with you is a treasure beyond measure. i am in awe of you."

his kisses were like gentle raindrops, soft and reverent, as he worshipped your lips with a tenderness that left you breathless. his mouth trailed a path of delicate explorations, sprinkling soft kisses and nibbles along your jawline and collarbone, worshipping the very essence of your being.

“your beauty knows no bounds," he continued, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "every curve, every line of your body is a masterpiece. i am humbled by the privilege of exploring your sacred realms."

peter’s hands moved with a gentleness that belied his strength, his touch a testament to his deep, heartfelt affection. he cherished every moment, his fingers tracing patterns of pleasure that brought forth sighs of delight from your lips. fluttery touches over your breasts as his thumb gently caressed your hardened buds. it was his favorite to feel you around him and the way your body arched against him.

his praises flowed freely, mingling with the symphony of your shared pleasure. each word served as a reminder of the intimate connection between you, a testament to the profound bond you shared in that fleeting moment.

"you are the embodiment of desire," he whispered, his voice filled with an intoxicating mix of awe and desire. "you ignite flames within my soul, a fire that consumes me whole. i am privileged to know the depths of your passion."

lost in a haze of love and pleasure, you surrendered yourself completely to the tenderness of his touch, feeling cherished and adored. each word, each gentle caress, affirmed the depth of his affection and left an indelible mark on your heart, shaping the course of your intimate journey together.

#spiderman atsv #spider man: across the spider verse #spiderman into the spiderverse #istv #itsv x reader #spiderverse itsv #itsv smut #spider noir x sunshine!spidey!reader #spider noir x reader #spider noir fanfiction #♡´･ᴗ･`♡ lin answers #🌱 lin writes #lin’s asks

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barleyo · 9 months

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My Hero.

Spider-Noir X Fem! Reader (smut)

A/N: Hey, sorry that I've been gone for so long! Hope you all enjoy this little drabble of this charming ass man, even though it is rather short and all over the place, and even if I may have messed his character up a bit! Let me know if you want more Noir stuff.

Wordcount: 1.3K

Tags: Sex with a stranger, public sex, maybe a bit OOC (?), oral (m receiving), mentions of violence, mentions of robbery, teeny tiny itty bitty amount of femdom if you MAYBE squint

(Y/N) felt the man push her back into an alleyway, her back pressed against the rough brick of a wall behind her.

“Let go! Stop it, let go!” She tried to pull her small purse away from the man who had been robbing her. Her hands were smaller and weaker than his, she could not have held on for much longer. She gave the purse a final tug, successfully pulling it out of the man’s hands. “Get away from me,” she screeched.

“Listen,” the man said while his hand reached in his back pocket, drawing out a small knife, “hand over the pure and nobody gets hurt, yeah? Make this easy for the both of us.”

Her arms instinctively clutched her arms around the bag, eyes blown wide in fear.

“Fine then, have it your way.” The man flipped the blade of the knife outwards, pressing it against her neck. The cold blade rested against her, lightly pressing into her skin as if to act as a warning.

Though her throat constricted, she managed to choke out a plea for help, voice cracking while she called out for someone.

“Help m–” she barely finished her sentence before a body flashed in front of her. The only thing she made out was the man who had her pinned to a wall earlier was then scurrying away out of the alley, coughing and holding his side as he ran.

(Y/N)’s eyes scanned the ground quickly, noticing a hat sitting on the ground. She bent down to grab it. She picked it up and inspected it, wiping off what little dirt had collected at the brim.

“I believe that’s mine, miss. If you do not mind?”

Her head snapped up to a masked man standing in front of her, holding his hand out for his hand back. She slowly nodded and gave it to him, looking at him confusedly.

“You are that one Spider-Man fellow, aren’t you?” Her eyes narrowed and head tilted, looking him over. “The one everyone has been talking about?”

“Oh, I, uh, I suppose I am.” He quickly adjusted his hat back onto his head. “Are you all right, miss? I saw that man had a knife, he did not hurt you, did he?”

“You saved me,” she said blankly, not answering his question.

“Yes, yes, I did. Now–”

“Why did you save me?”

Even with the mask, he looked taken aback.

“You needed help, didn’t you?”

She bit the inside of her cheek, feeling assured by his words and energy. Despite what the news had said about him, he did seem like a good man. He had saved her, and it helped that he was quite handsome, as far she could tell through the mask. His voice was clear, and he was polite. She decided to trust him.

“I did. I should thank you, I do not know what I would have done had you not shown up.” (Y/N) placed her hand on his shoulder, thinning out the gap between the two of them. She ran her hand over the fabric of his coat, trailing her hand from his shoulder to down the length of his arm and back up again.

“Oh, no, ma’am! It was no trouble at all, no thanks necessary.”

(Y/N) shook her head and ran her hand down to the belt loops in his pants, pulling him closer to her. “No, no. To apologize for my rudeness earlier, and to thank you for what you did… I really should pay you back.” She looked up at him through her eyelashes, lipstick covered mouth hanging slightly open. “May I?”

Peter’s eyes shifted from (Y/N) to the street outside of the alley. “What if someone sees us?” His hand hovered over his belt buckle, pants straining to contain his needy length.

“It is nighttime, isn’t it? Look around,” she motioned, “no one here. Thinking about it, it was a bit foolish of me to call out for help, nobody but you could have shown up,” she sighed, and brushed the thought off.

“Right… well…”

She sank to her knees. The rough ground was sure to bruise and scuff them both as her dress hitched up over her thigh, leaving her knees uncovered.

“I-I don’t know, are you sure?”

“Of course. I owe it to you, right?” (Y/N) moved his hand away from his belt buckle and undid it herself.

Peter shifted when the clinking sound of his buckle ceased, shrugging his pants lower on his hips. Tugging down his boxers, (Y/N) pulled his length out and wrapped her hand around it, giving it slow pumps.

She held eye contact with him while she worked, making sure that he was watching her as she batted her thick eyelashes up at him, flashing her teeth in a small grin whenever he had groaned or fidgeted.

“Are you ready, my hero?” she asked, teasing him slightly.

“A-ah–? Yeah, ready,” Peter said, voice hitching in his throat.

She stuck her tongue out as far as she could manage and tapped the tip of his cock on her tongue. Thin globs of pre spilled onto her tongue, a sheer coating of it filling her mouth as she licked over his full length. She used her hand to pump what she could not hit in her mouth, spitting into her palm and pumping at the base of Peter’s cock.

“Oh no,” she pulled off and examined the marks her lipstick left on him. Rings of product littered the skin, smeared from her saliva. “My lipstick, it’s all over you!”

He was lost in his pleasure, and what she was saying was lost on him. “What? Lipstick?”

She nodded.

Peter hummed and waved it off. “Doesn’t matter, just– just keep going, please,” he said, words slurring together.

(Y/N) wrapped her lips around him again and sank her head down. She split her throat as far as it could stretch to take all of him. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes, but she continued, gagging over him.

He started to rock his hips forward, pushing further down her throat. “Christ, sorry, miss,” he said when heard her gagging get louder.

She placed her hands on the front of his thighs, steadying herself. She tapped his leg and hummed, urging him to continue and set his own pace, to use her mouth how he wanted.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you–”

He gasped as he felt her arms hook around the back of his legs and pull his hips forward. The tip kissed the back of her throat, and she let go of his legs, giving one of them a small tap. He swallowed thickly and nodded down at her.

He placed one hand on the rough brick wall, and another got lost in her hair, cradling the back of her head. He bottomed out, pushing deep into the depths of her throat.

(Y/N) closed her eyes, holding in the tears that formed on her waterline. They leaked out from her shut lids and streamed down her reddened cheeks.

“Oh, miss, don’t cry, here,” he groaned. Taking his thumb, he wiped the tears from her face, smearing them away. “Yeah, that’s, ah,” he drew a sharp breath and cursed under his breath, legs growing weak under his weight as he felt his climax inch closer, “that’s better, yeah? Oh, Christ, you feel so good… so close.”

(Y/N) pulled off of him with a slick pop, rushing to catch her breath while she wrapped her hand around his dick again, feeling it twitch in her grasp.

“There you go, come on now, hero,” she said with her rasping voice, throat still raw.

Peter gritted his teeth and came. Thick spurts of cum released from his cock, most of it ending up in (Y/N)’s palm, some leaking onto the ground. She licked her hand and cleaned it off, then stood up, looking straight at Peter while he looked away.

She placed a hand onto his shoulder again and gave it a gentle pat. “Hey, look at me, Mr. Spider-Man.”

“Hm?”

“I wouldn’t mind seeing you again. Hopefully not after being mugged.” She removed her hand from him and walked away, heels clicking as she walked down the sidewalk. “You know where to find me.”

#barleyxnighteye #fanfiction #smutfic #smut #fanfic #smutty smut smut #into the spider verse #spiderman #across the spiderverse #spider noir #spider man noir #x reader #spider noir x reader

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justsomerandomfanfic · 6 months

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It Had To Be You - Peter (Noir) Parker X Female Reader

Title: It Had To Be You

Peter (Noir) Parker X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Aunt May (Mentioned), Peter B. Parker, Gwen, Miles (Mentioned), Miguel (Mentioned), and a random old man (Mentioned)

WC: 3,963

Warnings: Post Into The Spiderverse, Post Across The Spiderverse, Pre Beyond The Spiderverse, typical Spider-Man canon violence briefly mentioned, domestic as hell, brief mention to injuries, teasing, banter, flirting, crying, Nazis mentioned very briefly, sad goodbyes, shattered glass briefly mentioned (nothing bad), spiders, death mentioned, spider bites mentioned, angst, and fluff

You were humming to a song that was playing from your phone speaker, shaking your hips side to side with the beat as you stirred the soup on the stove. Today was a good day. You woke up on the right side of the bed - cuddled up next to the love of your life - and took a shower before starting to make soup for lunch. This was a typical Saturday for you and your long-time boyfriend. You had spent the entire morning watching Netflix with him, lounging around, and doing nothing at all; minus getting up to make Egg Creams, cook up a snack, etcetera.

Two arms slowly wrapped around your waist from behind, a stubbly face dipping down to nuzzle into your neck; making you giggle a little. You felt the cool rim of his glasses brush against you, little wisps of his hair tickling your cheek. You switched the stirring spoon into your other hand, now freeing your more dominant hand to raise and slide into his hair, fingers combing through his soft, dark locks. "Afternoon, handsome," You whispered, leaning back into his embrace. You turned slightly so that you could see his face; your lips brushing against his forehead. He pulled away to smile softly at you, his circle glasses slightly askew on his face before giving you a kiss on the lips. You returned it warmly, feeling the corners of your mouth tugging up into a grin. The kitchen was quiet except for the sounds of your music echoing throughout the room. Pulling back, you looked up at Peter, unable to stop the smile on your face as you just looked at him. He stole your breath away, every time, every day. From his strong jawline, the little dimples on the corners of his cheeks, the little wrinkles near his eyes... His hair was ruffled and messy from sleep; adorable. The way his skin glowed golden in the sunlight pouring in from the large windows on either side of the kitchen, illuminated his handsome features; breathtaking. Even the way his eyes sparkled when he looked at you, always lighting up like Christmas lights. That gorgeous smile... You couldn't look away. Your eyes were drawn to his. "Did you sleep well, Pete? Good nap?" You asked, voice soft as you glanced at the soup, returning to stirring it so it wouldn't burn.

"Best nap," He muttered, his own voice deep and a bit gruff, still trying to wake himself up fully. He gave you another kiss on the lips before turning you around in his arms to face the stove once more. His arms lay secured around your waist, his chin gently resting upon your head as he watched you cook the soup. "What have you been up to, doll?" He asked, pressing a light kiss onto the top of your head. Your hair smelled faintly of vanilla and pomegranate from the shampoo you used this morning.

"I’ve been doing some reading." You sighed happily, smiling over your shoulder at him. He could tell by how relaxed you were. "As always," You let out a small laugh, making Peter smile. "Oh! Could you taste-test this for me, please? I don't know if I should add more basil or not..." You asked the man, turning slightly in his hold to look up at him.

Reluctantly letting you go, Peter nodded as you turned and scooped up a bit of the warm soup on the wooden spoon. Softly blowing on it, you raised the spoon up to Peter's mouth, who obediently opened his mouth and let you feed him; your hand coming up under his chin to make sure nothing fell. The sweet, creamy taste of mushroom filled Peter's senses, making him hum as he closed his eyes happily. When he finally swallowed, he smiled down at you, watching as you stared up at him expectantly.

"So..?" You asked, tilting your head slightly.

"It's perfect, Y/N." He chuckled quietly, making your eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

You looked down at the soup on the stove, turning the dial to 'warm,' "It doesn't need anything?" You asked, turning back to look up at Peter who nodded. "Are you sure?"

"I am absolutely sure, doll, the soup tastes phenomenal." You looked up at him again, a flush coming to your cheeks, causing him to lean down to press a soft kiss to your burning cheek. "And it smells delicious as well," He added, making you smile.

"Well," You began, biting your bottom lip briefly as you gestured to the soap with a smirk, "Get a bowl before I eat it all then."

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Sitting on the couch, you leaned your head against Peter's shoulder, watching some movie that you both were interested in. His arm draped loosely around your shoulders, holding you close to him. His free hand in his lap, he held onto a Rubik's Cube, half-finished; fiddling with it. Peter, normally, would've had his full attention on the TV screen, but every once in a while, he found his gaze being drawn to you. You were such a beautiful person. You were kind and gentle, thoughtful, and creative. There wasn't a single thing Peter didn't love about you. Peter loved you. You were his everything.

Five years ago, Peter was just minding his own business, working on taking down a corrupt politician, when he felt an odd sensation flow through him. His Spider-Senses activated, alerting him to danger, and that's when a very familiar portal popped up in his office, sucking him in.

He remembered falling, a searing pain coursing through him before he fell flat on his face in a rose garden. He didn't know how long he was out for, but when he opened his eyes, he groaned and sat up. Looking around, he found himself in a small yard, surrounded by flowers - slightly smashed from his landing - in what seemed to be the backyard of a small home. It reminded him a lot of Aunt May's. He finally realized that he must have jumped universes again. Since, unlike his world, he was seeing in all colors. No more grayscale. And though he was still having a bit of trouble recognizing most colors, he knew that the roses that he fell on were indeed the color red.

That's when you appeared, like an angel, immediately coming to the mysterious man's aid. You seemed not to question his attire, why he was in your backyard, nor his pale, grayscale face when you cleaned up a small rose thorn scratch on his cheek. From that moment, Peter knew that he was a goner. He was confused as to where he was, who you were, and why you were so calm and not scared by him; a man in a dark trenchcoat and fedora. He had just fallen into your backyard for crying out loud... How were you so calm?

Peter didn't have to wait long to get the answers to his questions. You answered everything. He was in New York, Queens, in your home, in the year 2023. You told him your name, which Peter repeated a few times in his head, in awe of you. That's when you asked Peter who he was, and he answered honestly. He was Peter Parker. He was Spider-Man. A small, sad smile had fallen upon your lips, as you listened to Peter explain his side of things; alternate dimensions, other Spider-Men and Women, villains, portals, everything. You listened to every word.

And that was the start of your friendship and later relationship.

Over time, Peter lost the urge to try and find a way back to his dimension. He had thought, just like last time, that his atoms would combust, but nothing happened. He was feeling fine physically and never glitched or combusted in the following days and even weeks to come. In the beginning, in the first few weeks, Peter tried all he could to find a way back, but nothing seemed to be working. No amount of books, research, or snooping around Oscorp and Alchemax helped. The misery that had befallen Peter was unbearable. He didn't want to give up, but there seemed to have been no way for him to get home. Peter had a rain cloud over his head, but you were the sunshine that broke through it and brought him back to life. You were the one who kept him going. You encouraged him to keep trying, to keep searching. You knew that he would find a way home.

But weeks turned into months, and months into years. And Peter forgot about his life in his universe once he fell in love with you. He had crippled his emotions for so long that he had almost forgotten how great it felt to be in love. And though he loved his universe, he loved you so much more. So, Peter made the choice to stay with you and had been staying with you for the past five years. And everything was like a dream.

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"Peter, honey, are you alright?" You asked, snapping Peter out of his memories and daydreams, his eyes still on you.

Peter blinked, dropping his Rubik's Cube on his lap. He raised his hand to press it against his lips as he turned his head and cleared his throat. His pale cheeks tinted a deeper shade of light gray, which made you smile; that shade of gray had become one of your favorites. "I'm alright, doll," He answered, turning to face you once more, giving you a small, sheepish smile. "Just thinking."

“That’s dangerous,” You joked playfully, - earning an eye roll and grin - leaning towards him, you placed a soft kiss on his cheek. "About what?" You asked, admiring the man beside you.

Peter sighed softly, "The night we met," He answered, looking down at the Rubik's Cube. "And I was just thinking about you in general."

Your smile grew wider. Peter was so sweet to you. Sometimes you wondered if he even knew how sweet he really was. Sure, he said sweet things all the time, but sometimes he seemed too good to be true. How was he even real? Raising your hand, you gently slid the bridge of Peter's glasses up his nose with a finger, "I love you, Peter Parker," You whispered, leaning over until your foreheads touched. "More than anything in the world." Your eyes fluttered lightly as you waited for a response from him.

"I love you more, darling," Peter murmured back, resting his free hand on your waist as he pulled you closer. The sound of a soft knock interrupted the couple's moment, and you broke apart, both confused. "Were you expecting someone?" Peter asked, and you shook your head with a small, confused frown.

"No, I wasn't... You?" Peter shook his head slowly, rising from the couch and walking to the door, opening it cautiously; on high alert. Standing outside the doorway were none other than Peter B. Parker and Gwen.

Peter's eyes widened as he quickly let them in and shut the door, and you soon came around the corner, stopping at the sight of Spider-Man and the Spider-Woman. With a small frown, you moved your gaze from the two newcomers to your Peter. Fiddling with the way-too-big sleeves of Peter's gray, cable-knit sweater you wore, you stood next to Peter.

The two newcomers that you had assumed were Peter B. and Gwen, from the many stories your Peter would tell you about the fight with Doc Ock and Kingpin. They were staring at you with wide, shocked expressions on their faces.

"Um... Hello," You greeted awkwardly, waving your hand in the air briefly. "You must be Peter B. and Gwen." You continued, moving your glance to each of them respectively.

Peter B. then took a step forward, his eyebrows narrowed, "Sorry, but who are you?"

Your Peter slowly wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into his side, "This is Y/N, my girl... After I landed here a few years ago, she took me in and tried to help me get back to my own dimension..." He answered, his gaze never leaving yours as he spoke.

Peter B’s eyes widened, his jaw dropping slightly, “A few years? How long have you been here?”

“And without glitching?” Gwen added, your eyes anxiously glanced from your Peter to the others, very confused.

"A little over five years," Your Peter answered, your arm coming up to wrap around his waist, fingers clutching onto the side of his black turtleneck sweater. “And that is still something that I have not quite put my finger on…” Peter muttered to himself, his eyes behind his circle frame narrowing slightly in thought.

Their jaws dropped, "Five years!?" Peter B. exclaimed, and you and your Peter nodded. “Time must work differently here…”

Gwen shook her head before she took a step forward, "We’ve searched for you in your dimension,” She spoke, lowering her white hood, “But you weren’t there… It took us a while to find you…”

“But we’ve found you, that’s all that matters.” Peter slightly interrupted, a look of determination on his face, “We need your help. Miles needs our help.”

You noticed your Peter’s expression darkened slightly, “What happened?”

You listened as Peter B. and Gwen expanded everything that had happened - the Spider Society, Miguel, Canon events, and so on - your confusion over everything seemed to lessen a bit; even when they brought up the clear time difference between your Earth-081962 and almost every other Earth dimension; which still confused you as to why your dimension was five years ahead of everyone else's.

“And with this device, we can help Miles,” Gwen gestured to the watch-looking object on her wrist, “And after, we can get you back to your own dimension.” Her voice held so much hope, you swallowed thickly as your mind raced.

Your Peter looked down at you, feeling your hand around him tighten slightly, but you didn't look up from the creme carpet. Peter was conflicted. The Peter a couple of years prior would've jumped at the opportunity to go back to his own universe, but now... Now all he wanted to do was stay here. With you. He couldn't bear the idea of being separated from you. "I need to speak with Y/N alone for a moment." He spoke up before leading you down the hall and into your shared room. "I'm not going to leave you." He spoke with conviction once you both entered the room, only for you to shake your head.

Quickly taking his hands in yours, you shook your head, "No, no, Pete, honey... You have to do this-"

He cut you off, shaking his head violently, "No, Y/N, please... I can't lose you." Peter pleaded, his eyes begging you not to make this decision for him. It broke your heart that he was willing to give up his chance to go home, to return to his own time. “I’ll come back to you after I help Miles.”

"Peter, you can go home! Back to your PI job and saving people from stupid Nazis." You tried to reason with him, tears starting to gather in your eyes, Peter's hands turning to hold yours, squeezing gently. “You can go home.”

"You're my home!" Peter countered, causing your breath to catch in your throat, tears streamed down your face. "You're my home, darling," His voice broke, but he held his ground. "I can't live without you." His eyes softened, but he remained firm. "Please, don't do this."

You let out a small sob, your shoulders shaking lightly. "Please... Peter..."

"I love you." With those words, Peter released your hands, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you tightly against his chest. You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, gripping onto the back of his turtleneck sweater. For a minute, neither of you moved. Neither of you dared to move an inch. Neither of you dared to breathe. You both just held on tight.

You pushed your face into his chest, squeezing your eyes shut as you rubbed your cheek on the soft material of his sweater, "I love you more," You breathed out after a moment, sniffling, "But you have to go home after you save Miles."

"Y/N, darling-"

Pulling back, you moved your hands up to cup his stubbly cheeks, staring into those dark eyes that you loved so much. "I need you to go home." You stated, letting your thumbs brush away the stray tears on his cheeks; hating the words that were coming out of your mouth. "I've loved every single moment that I've got with you, Peter, but... But I need you to go home, honey."

Peter closed his eyes, letting his head drop to rest against yours. He let out a deep sigh before suddenly dipping his head down to capture your lips with his own. You gasped softly, returning his kiss, tears began to roll down your cheeks, mixing with the tears that were falling from Peter's. The kiss was gentle yet desperate, and it left both of you breathless, pulling away slowly. His lips pulled away reluctantly, leaving your lips feeling cold.

"Go save Miles, Peter." You muttered, pressing your forehead against his. Peter nodded slowly, tears filling his eyes. Giving you one last kiss, he slowly backed away from you, unable to break his gaze from you. "I'll see you some other time." You finished, your voice barely above a whisper.

At the door, Peter paused, bracing himself on the doorframe, "At least that's better than 'goodbye.'" He tried to joke, smiling weakly at you, but you could see how broken he looked, and you felt the same. He took a deep, shaky breath. "See you later, doll."

And then he was gone. You stood there, staring at the doorway, hearing muffled voices, the front door shutting... And then silence. Walking backward, you plopped down on the bed, staring at the wall. You took in a deep breath, letting a shaky breath out afterward. Your chest seemed to tighten, you felt as if your heart had stopped beating. You placed your hand over your chest, rubbing it gently. Closing your eyes and taking another deep breath, you focused on the feeling of your hand on your beating heart, but it all came crashing down. Tears erupted from your eyes, pouring down your face like a waterfall.

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Walking down the street, you shuffled past the other busy people, either going home or heading to their late shift at work. You were heading home from yours. You had just recently been hired at some research facility - Alchemax - as an accounting assistant. You did want to try for a more scientific job, but they weren't hiring for that sort of position, overall, it was definitely keeping you busy. And you had to keep yourself busy, so you didn't think about Peter. It had been around six months since Peter left for his dimension, and you'd lost count of how many times you'd thought about him. How many times have you thought about him when you woke up at night, half your mind thinking he was right there beside you in bed? Every time you subconsciously began to make Egg Creams, only to realize you had no one to share them with. And every time you heard a song on the radio that reminded you of him, you felt yourself unwilling to finish the day's chores. Every hour that went by felt like an eternity.

But your job was good, paid well, better than the last one that you had when Peter was with you. You were pretty curious about the research the facility was even doing, they were secretive about it. You didn't ask questions, you followed orders and made sure the numbers were all lining up correctly, but you still wondered. However, before your mind could theorize whatever could be happening, you felt someone run into you.

You fell to the concrete sidewalk with a small 'oof,' looking up to see an old man in front of you; also on the sidewalk. Getting over the initial shock, you looked around, seeing what looked to be shards of glass on the ground around you and the man. Before you could say anything, the man went into a panic, looking around the ground frantically. Suddenly, he got to his feet, running off.

You let out a huff, pushing yourself to your feet and brushing off your legs. Thankfully, no glass had harmed you. Letting out a sigh from your nose, you headed back down the sidewalk, ignoring the burning sensation on the back of your head from the slight embarrassment you had gone through.

Once you finally made it home, you quickly got inside and shut the door; locking it. Toeing off your shoes, you kicked them to the side before dragging your feet to your bedroom to get out of your work clothes and into something more comfortable; exhausted after the long day. Tossing your bag on the bed, you riffled through your closet, finding a pair of gray sweats - that were definitely not Peter’s - and fuzzy socks. Trying to find a comfy top that you felt like wearing, your hand paused on one. The gray, cable-knit sweater, one of Peter's sweaters; your favorite one. Without a second thought, you pulled it over your head, your hair becoming a bit frazzled in the process. Pulling the collar up, you took in a deep breath, only to frown. It had already lost his scent. The accords of lavender and mandarin, the hint of sandalwood.

Walking back into your bed, you sat down, still clutching the sweater tightly in your hands. Looking down at the piece of clothing, you sighed. You loved the sweater. It was way too big for you, the sleeves passing your fingers by more than an inch, the hem reaching around mid-thigh. But you couldn't stop missing the smell of Peter's cologne that was embedded in the fabric. And you’d ever smell it again.

You laid back on your bed, grabbing a pillow and hugging it tightly to your chest. Shutting your eyes, you let out a sigh. You were about to get up and make yourself some dinner, but then you paused. Frozen, you felt something small crawling on you. Immediately, you jumped up, feeling the tickling crawling start to wander down your arm. Quickly, scrambling to pull up your sleeve, you watched as a small, red spider crawled up your arm and onto your hand, and before you could do anything, you felt a sharp sting.

You yelped in pain, hitting the spider off of you, and pulling your hand to your chest. Staring intently at the small spider on the ground, it was all curled up; dead. Letting out a deep breath, you jiggled around a bit, creeped out from the feeling of the spider running along your body. Sitting back down, you planned to take care of the spider after checking your hand. Pulling your arm back, you looked at your hand. Raising it up in front of you, you winced slightly at the sight of a large red bump on the middle of the back of your hand. It looked terrible…

Feeling a bit odd, you blinked repeatedly. Bringing another hand up, you held your head as a huge migraine began to form behind your eyes; your mind foggy. Taking a deep breath, you force yourself to calm down. Shaking your head lightly, you squeezed your eyes shut, a ringing starting to sound in your ears. You could feel the headache growing, burning. Then you opened your eyes, suddenly becoming very aware of everything around you. And then... Everything stopped.

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cmatm · 8 months

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shamelessly promoting my atsv fic on here because yes

it’s a cool fic trust, it’s an au where miles travels to comic Miguel’s universe instead of earth 42 and earns a new big brother, aka comic Miguel, on the way

currently there’s 5 chapters and I try to update it as fast as I could!

#miguel o'hara #miles morales #spiderman #spiderman 2099 #gwen stacy #margo kess #pavitr prabhakar #hobie brown #peter b parker #peter porker #spiderman noir #spiderman atsv #spiderman fanfiction #atsv #across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #spiderman across the spiderverse #spider man into the spider verse #spiderman into the spiderverse

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metalichotchoco · 10 months

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I got too silly folks ;]

#spider noir #spidernoir #spiderverse #noir99 #spiderman noir #noir spiderman #spider man noir #noir spider man #miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #spiderman 99 #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #atsv #itsv #atsv fanfiction #spiderverse fanfic

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m1dnyt3-w0lf · 4 months

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A little fic about my Spidersona Spider-Flower and her love interest Spider Noir :D enjoy!

⚠️WARNING: MENTION OF DEATH⚠️

Monopetal

Spider-Flower(OC) x Spider Noir

Summary: Noir feels comfortable enough around Spider-Flower

"Is this purple?"

"Yes, this is purple." Solana said with a chuckle. She had brought Noir some lavender from her world to help him with the color. As a flower, she knew there were different shades of any color, and she made it her mission to help him learn. She watched as Noir examined the purple plant, his greyscale fingers gently touching the tiny flowers. This act made Solana's petals spread further open than usual, her version of blushing. Would he caress her own petals that way? Would he be gentle like that with her stem? Would he look upon her with the same fascination as-

"Flower? Flower, are you alright?" Noir's voice cut through her thoughts, making her petals stick out in shock as the eyes on her mask widened.

"Huh-what-uh-" She started before letting out a cough and nodding. "Yeah, I'm good, why?"

"Well, I asked you a question, and you didn't answer." He told her. Her petals began to close in on themselves as embarrassment filled her.

"Oh! Sorry about that. What was your question?"

"I was asking which shade of purple is this. I know we've been covering a lot of different shades and wanted to know which one this was." Noir said, his voice sounding like a melody to Solana's ears. Or rather, whatever was equivalent to that in a flower.

"Oh, it's the same name as the flower. Lavender." Solana told him brightly, her voice echoing a little louder. She doesn't have a mouth, so her voice mostly emits from her and echoes softly. The echo changes with her tone, giving it a stronger or weaker effect.

"Was the color named first or the flower?" He asks, looking at her quizzically. Solana chuckled a bit nervously. She wasn't as smart as the other Spiders in the Society. She was a flower mutated by her radioactive spider, so she didn't have that smart brain the majority of Spiders had. She couldn't even read or write.

"I think the flower?" She tried, picking at the vines that made up her arm. She was currently in her human-size form.

"Mhm." Noir hummed in thought, going back to inspecting the flower. Solana watched him, taking in every feature of him as if she was taking it in for the first time all over again. His lack of color fascinated her. It made her want to paint him herself. Not that it was possible, anything that got on Noir's person would inevitably lose its color and retain his grayscale hue. It fascinated Solana how holding something doesn't get affected, but as soon as it's on his body, the colors fade away. She couldn't help but wonder how it worked exactly.

"Y-You're a little too close there, Petal." Noir said, facing her. Solana's mask's eyes widened as she quickly sat back down in her nearly vacated seat.

"Sorry!" Her echoed voice warbled slightly as her petals began to close in on her. She could hear Noir give a chuckle in response. She got even more embarrassed. How could she be so stupid not to realize what she was doing?!

"If you wanted to see my face, Petal, all you had to do was ask."

"Wh-what?! Oh, no, Noir, really-" Solana's petals opened up in a frenzy.

"It's quite alright, I don't mind." He assured her. He had long since put the lavender down. "I've been wanting to show you anyway."

"You have?" Solana squeaked out. If flowers could blush, she'd be brighter than the sun! Well…as if she wasn't already.

"I have. I don't trust many people to see my face, you see? But…I thought you were as trustworthy as it gets." He confided. Solana's fake heart skipped a beat. How was that possible? She didn't know, but she sure felt it.

"I am? Do you really think so?" Solana's hopes soared. After ages of spending time with Noir and imagining what that surely handsome face would look like, she was finally going to see it! The vines that made up her body shivered in delight.

"I do think so." He said, taking off his hat and fiddling with it in his hands. Solana was sure her mask's eyes were open bigger than they've ever been before.

She watched with bated breath as Noir gently set down his hat and brought his hand up to his mask, wrapping his fingers underneath the thin fabric and showing a sliver of flawless, light gray skin. If Solana could gulp, she would. Her sight was locked onto the small bit of his neck she could see. Noir seemed to hesitate, his mask's eyes narrowing slightly in thought. Solana thought to say something, but the words died in her throat as he continued to lift his mask up. More of his neck showed. Then his chin. His lips were next, holding an awkwardly cute smile. If Solana had a heart, it would be hammering against her chest. Noir stopped for a moment.

"Ready, Petal?" He asked gently, lips moving along with his words. Solana couldn't stare anywhere else but his lips. She could only nod. So, with a faster pace, Noir took his mask fully off his face and looked at his flower friend with an expectant face.

Solana could feel herself wilt.

There in front of her was the same face she failed to save. The same face she failed to protect. The same face who pleaded for her help. The same face she purposely let die.

The face of Peter Parker.

A deep ringing overcame Solana's hearing as panic bubbled up in her. The world around her began to tilt. She stumbled as she started to quickly move away from Noir, making the poor man frown.

"Solana, are you alright?" Noir asked softly, his eyebrows drawing in tightly in a worried expression. Words died in Solana's throat as she stared in fear.

"Peter…" She breathed out.

"Yes, that's my name." He said with a light tone, an attempt to ease her worries. Noir attempted to reach out to Solana but only succeeded in making the poor flower scuttle backward and falling off the bench they sat at. Solana let out a grunt but didn't let it phase her as she stumbled to her feet. Peter-no-Noir looked pained. After who knows how long, Solana finally got her wish to see Noir's face, and it was nothing but hurt and confusion.

“Petal, Doll, are you alright there?” Noir asked with worry set deeply in his tone. Solana only continued to back away before finally speaking.

“Please, just stay away.” She said as Noir's face completely fell. He watched her thwip away on her web of vines, leaving him in absolute distraught and regret.

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bl0wtorch · 7 months

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Watch the City Burn

Hello everyone! I finally posted a fic! Well, a chapter, at least.

I wasn't going to do SpideyTorch week at all this year, but as I was falling asleep last night I remembered this idea I had back in April, so I figured today was as good a time as any to write the first chapter.

I do have big plans for the story, so if you enjoy it then leave a comment to let me know and give me some motivation to finish it <3

@spideytorchweek

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junsei-draws-rotasu · 8 months

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/49539829

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Spider-Man: Spider-Verse (Sony Animated Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel (Comics) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Peter Benjamin Parker | Spider-Man Noir & Peter Parker, May Parker (Spider-Man) & Peter Parker Characters: Peter Benjamin Parker | Spider-Man Noir, Peter Parker, Spider God (Marvel), May Parker (Spider-Man), Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones, Michelle "MJ" Jones Additional Tags: No beta we die like Uncle Ben, This Fic only exist because I want more Noir content and MCU Spidey is my host, Author will be acting Spider God because he can, MCU Peter getting unexpected and unnecessary Traumas, The Spider God disagrees and says he's giving character development, Peter Parker not having a good time, BAMF Peter Parker, Mild Gore, Pre-Spider-Man: Homecoming, It's actually 1 month and a half since civil war lol, author is winging this, At some point. Author will write Peter getting away calling a cop a dick, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, This is more like a Alternate Timeline, Thank you Loki :), Out of Character, PLease be nice about my coding. I just figured out how to use CSS in ao3, Inappropriate Use Of 1930s Slang, get your mind of the gutter. it's nothing like that

Summary:

MCU Peter Parker got hit by a drone during his patrol then suddenly he receives Spider-Man Noir's memory!

Timeline Pre-Homecoming: 1 month and a half since the civil war. MCU Peter was Swinging around the city, hand on a phone, texting Happy; then out of nowhere, a drone hit Peter!

In another timeline, the drone wouldn't have hit Peter, but he was on his phone and wasn't paying attention. And his Spider-sense didn't deem the drone to be a threat. (idiot)

#MCU #marvel mcu #mcu fanfiction #mcu peter parker #mcu spiderman #spiderman itsv #itsv #itsv noir #spider-man noir #spiderman #spiderman noir #SeiTalks #SeiWrites #It's heeerrrreeeeee~~~~~~

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maddieautobot273 · 9 months

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Silk & Cologne (29)

A Miguel O’Hara x OC Series - Link to AO3 (X)

Chapter 29 - Retribution - previous chapter (X)

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Female OC

Words: 3.6K+ words

Warnings: PG13 - For fighting, mentions of wounds, scars, FANGS/BITING, slightly sexual implication

Summary: The Spiders take the fight to Isabella

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Miguel’s P.O.V.

Slowly the world stops spinning round him. Slowly his vision clears up as he sees Isabella push the now wrecked car hunk of metal off her form, snarling as she vaults forward. Miguel just narrowly jumps out of the way as Spider-Noir met her halfway, using his web shooters to catapult himself towards her as the two clashed.

He watched the pair fight in close combat, each exchanging hard blows but neither one backing down. That was one thing Miguel admired about Noir. He didn’t feel pain as easily as the other Spiders, allowing him to keep fighting, lasting longer in most fights.

“Hold still you insufferable insect!” Isabella growled.

Miguel watched Noir swerved out of the way of an incoming slash attack, his trench coat flowing in the breeze before upper cutting the bat in the chin.

“I don’t like hurting a lady, but for you I’d be willing to make an exception,” Peter quipped as he staggered after her tumbling form.

While Noir had her distracted, Miguel glanced down at Lisa and his face immediately softened, his heart breaking bit by bit. He looked around, finding a clear spot in the park a bit of a ways away from the fighting and brought her there, gently setting her down to lay against a smooth rock. She was still trembling as he gently pulled back her mask, allowing her to breathe better.

“Mona Lisa. . .” he called to her softly as he reached out his large hand, gently cupping the side of her face.

She sniffled as she looked up at him, tears racing down her cheeks. “Are you okay?” With a delicate hand, Lisa reached up, her fingers shaking as she brushed over through his hair and caressed his ear, the skin there a bright red.

His heart broke at the question as he reached his other hand out to her other side, his thumbs gently brushing away the tear stains on her cheeks. “I’m– I’m okay,” He forced himself to speak, shaking his head. “It’s you I’m worried about,”

Lyla’s voice came up as I felt my Gizmo vibrate along my wrist. “She’s stable for now, Miguel, but it won’t last long. She’ll need proper treatment soon,”

Lisa took a shaky breath, her eyes drifting downward. “I’m sorry. . . You weren’t supposed to–”

Miguel immediately clued in to what she was talking about. In that split second, his eyes darted down to where he had patched up her wound on her side, covering the slice from Isabella’s claws. Covering up the scars that her step-father gave her.

It made Miguel’s blood boil. Her step-father, this ‘Jin’ person. Someone who was supposed to protect her and take care of her. . . and he hurt her? He hurt his Mona Lisa?!

He gently shushed her, bringing his face closer towards her as Miguel gently pressed his forehead against hers, his eyes fluttering closed. “No, no, it’s not your fault, ¿Tu me entiendes?” - You understand me?

It took her a moment to process what he had said before she slowly nodded her head as he pulled back softly to gauge her reaction. This wasn’t on her. This was Isabella’s trick all along. To make us vulnerable and hit us at our weakest. She hurt Lisa, and she would pay.

Miguel’s grip tightened on her face ever so slightly, the tips of his fingers brushing along her hair. “You need to rest. You’ve done more than enough,”

Miguel didn’t miss a beat when he saw her eyes widened as he leaned back down, placing a gentle kiss on the top of her head. He pulled back, taking her hand as he silently commanded her to keep applying pressure to the makeshift bandage. His expression was serious, but his eyes still contained a hint of softness behind them.

“I’ll be right back,”

Miguel stood up to his feet and without a second thought, his mask materialized as he ran back into the fight.

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Lisa’s P.O.V.

I tried to steady my breathing as I reached out a hand out towards Miguel as he took off running, “Miguel, wait!” But my plea went ignored as he kept running.

I watched as he and Noir fought side by side against Isabella. They were each holding their own, but Isabella clearly wasn’t going down without a fight. Whatever enhancements Harry gave her were really showing their true colours now.

I wanted to help. I wanted to help them fight against that monster. I couldn’t just stand by on the sidelines and do nothing. Not after what happened. Not after everything Miguel said.

So I tried to stand up, albeit slowly. I favored my good side when standing up to try and not put as much pressure on my injured side. I hissed from the ache as I managed to stand up tall, looking around the park. It looked like all the other Spiders and left over clones were out on the streets of the city.

“Lisa, what are you doing?!” Lyla appeared beside me, a look of concern on her face. “You shouldn’t be moving!”

A loud cry caught my ear as I looked up and saw a pair of Isabella clones flying towards me. Of course this was bound to happen.

“I can’t sit around and be helpless, Lyla,” I huffed as I fired a series of web fluid into their faces. They immediately shrieked, trying to claw the gooey mess off their snouts as they crash landed, exploding into dust. “Not anymore,”

Another shriek caught my ear from behind as I turned and nearly fell on my butt when I saw another clone zooming towards me. I heard a gunshot ring out, making me flinch as I shut my eyes and shielded myself on instinct. The Isabella clone cried out and as I opened my eyes, I watched the remnants of its dust blow away in the breeze.

“Howdy there, little miss,” A southern drawl accent caught my ear.

I turned to see an Old Western cowboy Spider-Man approach me on horseback. He was a tall, light skinned, brown haired man with a black cowboy hat and a dark blue serape with a spiderweb pattern embedded in the fabric. He wore a black eye mask along with the classic Spider-Man red themed handkerchief over his nose and mouth to protect his face. Under the poncho he wore classic cowboy garb complete with boots and spurs. His horse even wore a mask of his own.

“Don’t believe we’ve been formally introduced,” He tips his hat towards me in a friendly greeting. “Web-Slinger, Patrick O’Hara,”

O’Hara?

I raised a curious brow at the man.

“No relation to the head honcho, though I understand the confusion,” He chuckled softly.

“You seem awfully calm with, well, everything happening around us,” I responded with a curious glint in my eyes.

“This is just a normal Monday for me back in the West,” He shook his head. “Got a name, miss?”

“Spider-Muse,” I greeted, tipping my head. “Lisa Kendrick,”

“Well then, Miss Muse, I couldn’t help but overhear,” I could hear the grin on his face as he reloaded his revolver. “You don’t want out of this fight yet, do ya?”

“No sir,” I grinned back at him.

“Well then, I propose a compromise, then,” He extended a hand down towards me. “I ride, you shoot,”

“Sounds like a plan,” I smiled, grabbing his hand.

Patrick hoisted me up to sit behind him on his horse, being mindful of my injury. Lyla appeared on my shoulder, a puzzled look on her face.

“Lisa, are you sure about this?”

“Miguel said to rest,” I reminded her with a knowing smile before I pulled my mask back down. “He just didn’t say when,”

She gasped at my proclamation, hands covering her mouth. “I’m rubbing off on you, am I?” Lyla sniffed, taking off her heart-shaped glasses to dry a tear. “I’m so proud of you,”

“Hold on tight, now, we’re going in hot!” Patrick yelled as he slapped the reins.

His horse neighed, standing up on its back legs briefly before stomping back down on all fours and made a dash towards the fight.

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Isabella swung her arm, knocking Noir straight into Miguel as the pair tumbled to the ground. Crawling on their hands and knees, the pair of Spider-Men scrambled to their feet as Isabella towered over them, sharpening her claws.

“Any last words?” She sneered.

“Only that my Miss Mary Jane is insanely prettier than you,” Noir quipped. “I wish she was the last thing I’d get to see in this Earth,”

Isabella grinned, licking her lips. “Then I’ll drop your corpse on her doorstep for you,”

The bat swung her hand back as Miguel staggered to stand in front of Noir, activating his arm blades to use as a shield to block the incoming strike. Isabella was certainly strong, Miguel had underestimated her. He wouldn’t make that mistake again, as he pushed against her with as much strength as he could muster.

“I’ve seen less uglier dogs than you,” Miguel hissed under the mask.

Isabella shrieked as she raised up her other arm as if to swat him away, But it never came as a series of web slings shot up from behind, locking on to her wrist, yanking her back. She collapsed onto her back, falling to the ground. With her large figure out of the way, Miguel and Noir could clearly see Webslinger and I riding along his horse, the both of us tugging on our web slings.

“Don’t you know Spiders are stronger together, Izzy?” I smirked.

“Lisa?!” Miguel gasped at the sight of me.

“You,” Isabella growled lowly as she turned to her stomach, her wings flapping to get her elevated back into the air.

“I wasn’t about to let you get away with knocking us down, now was I?” I raised a brow through the eyelet of my mask.

Both Webslinger and I fired another series of web slings, sticking her ankles as strings of webs stuck to the ground. They kept her chained as she flapped her wings hard to try to free herself, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t fly away.

“She’s stubborn, I like her,” Noir nodded his head with an almost approving stare as he patted Miguel’s shoulder. “You picked a good one, boss,”

Miguel was stunned, hearing what Noir said but he couldn’t keep his gaze off of me as I worked alongside Webslinger on his horse, being mindful of my injury, yet insisting on fighting. He slowly smiled. “Indeed I did,”

Webslinger guided his horse for the two of us to trail around Isabella as we regrouped with Miguel and Noir.

“What’s gonna be the rundown on this throwdown, Miguel?” Webslinger asked, casting a glance down at his leader.

Miguel narrowed his eyes, watching Isabella’s attempts to escape her webbing. He then glanced over at me, the eyelets of his mask relaxing a smidge. “Do you think you’ll be able to manage an enhancement?”

“For her?” I loosened my shoulders and arms, cracking my knuckles as I looked over at the demon. “Oh yeah, definitely,”

“We’ll keep her distracted, and get enough webbing around her,” Miguel nodded, his back muscles tense as he got into a stance.

“Widow, you be gentle and take care of Miss Muse, you understand?” Webslinger stroked his horse’s neck soothingly as Widow neighed in response.

“Thank you, Webslinger,” I smiled at the cowboy as he climbed off his horse, allowing me to scoop up more into the saddle. “Noir, this is your home. What kind of sound do you want?”

“Someone smooth, maybe with a little jazz into it, and flashy, but nothing too hard, you got me?” He rambled as he too got himself psyched up for the fight.

“I can work with that,” I grinned, nodding my head as my finger’s reached down to scroll through my playlist.

I have the perfect song in mind for the occasion.

“I’ve seen your tricks, wrench, that siren song of yours won’t stop me!” Isabella hugged, brandishing her fangs.

Miguel stepped in front of me and Widow, activating his claws and sidearm talons, his back arching low in a threatening manner. “Likely story,” He seemed to roll his eyes at her.

“One thing I have learned, Izzy, is that when you mess with one of us, you mess with all of us,” I smirked under my mask.

I pressed play.

[Lyrics: Where Have You Been by Rihanna]

“I've been everywhere, man

Looking for someone

Someone who can please me

Love me all night long~”

The three Spider-Men charged forward, swinging into action. They each took turns fighting Isabella head on or swinging around her, trying to get her stuck with more webs. It was a challenge because the talons of her claws and wings were fairly sharp, so if she angled them correctly, she could free herself from the strings.

“I've been everywhere, man

Looking for you, babe

Searching for you, babe~”

I continued to sing as I watched the Spider-Men fight Lisa. Widow kept me a safe distance away from the fighting as he trot along, his hooves digging into the dirt with each step. He almost seemed to move along to the beat of the music.

“Where have you been?

'Cause I never see you out

Are you hiding from me, yeah?

Somewhere in the crowd!”

I held on to that last note as I fired some web slings from my wrist, my webs sticking to the assortment of webs that the guys had managed to stick around Isabella’s body. As I sang, the webs slowly began to glow in my enchanting golden hue. The light trailing up my two webs as they fluttered to the beat of the song and then spread out amongst the other webs.

I watched as Miguel carefully climbed up along Isabella’s back, making his way to her upper torso. He made sure he was towering over her, the talons of his feet digging into her back so she couldn’t throw him off.

“Get off me you bothersome pest!” Isabella snarled, her fangs gleaning in the moonlight.

Miguel snarled back at her as he grabbed his face, his talons digging into her skin as he angled her face upward, her neck straining. His mask dissolved as he growled, his red eyes flaring like a burning fire. “Mine has venom,”

He opened his mouth wide, fangs brandishing from his jaw. I remembered gasping at the sight as I watched him sink his teeth into Isabella’s neck, as the bat shrieked from the impact. Her body turned, trying to shake him off but to no avail.

As she swerved, Miguel’s body was facing towards me now, and our eyes met as he pulled back from Isabella’s neck. My throat was dry as I saw drips of Isabella’s blood and his venom, a pale clear green colour, running over his lips as he wiped it off with his hands.

Without tearing his gaze from me, he flashed me a toothy grin. I quickly found my voice again as I poured everything into the chorus.

“Where have you been

All my life? All my life?”

I watched as Miguel removed his foot talons from Isabella’s back, winking at me. He fell back effortlessly from her body, using the webs to catch himself as he crawled and jumped his way back into the ground as the music slowly became more intense.

“Where have you been all my life?

Where have you been all my life?

Where have you been all my life?”

“She’s vulnerable with my venom,” Miguel glanced around at all of us, squaring his fists. “Hit her with everything we’ve got!”

“Where have you been all my life?”

It was on sight. One by one each of us threw in a punch, a kick and a swing at Isabella as she tried to fight off both Miguel’s venom and my singing enchantment as the web continued to glow brightly to my voice. While she wasn’t as big as the Venom wolf variant, she seemed more hostile, and had some energy left in her.

Once there was enough webbing around, I gently coaxed Widow to let me slowly stand and grab on to the webbing. I climbed up, favoring my good side as I used my webs to create a quick platform. I waved my arms, staying on my good leg as I danced along to the last remnants of the break before I slammed my hand onto the platform and the golden hue began to shine brighter as I sang.

“You can have me all you want

Any way, any day~”

I looked around and locked my gaze onto Miguel, smiling at him from under my mask.

“Just show me where you are tonight~”

I placed both of my palms down on the platform, sending a surge of energy through the webbing. I rolled on my good side to lay down on my back as I continued to sing. I watched as Miguel jumped off of Isabella’s back, climbing the webs as he reached out with a delicate touch. He took my hand, his mask partially dissolving to reveal the lower half of his lips as he pressed a gentle kiss to my fingers.

“We’re almost there,” he spoke gently. “Finish it strong for me,”

I smiled at him as he swung back down to help Noir and Webslinger reinforce the webbing around the villain.

Isabella’s knees began to buckle as she collapsed, caught in a sticky cocoon.

“No, no, this— can’t end–” She mumbled softly.

“Ohh yeah-yeah

Ohh!”

I reached out, grabbing on to the webs as I slipped down, my body slivering into a bundle of webs as they cradled me like vines in a jungle

“I've been everywhere, man

Looking for someone

Someone who can please me

Love me all night long

I've been everywhere, man

Looking for you, babe

Looking for you, babe,”

I finished the last series of verses as a lullaby soothing the bat to sleep as the webbed cocoon shined brightest with my enchantment. Isabella’s body hung low as she bobbed her head down, her black eyes fluttering closed. When her quiet snores began to fill the air, I looked up towards the Spider-Men, towards Miguel, as I finished the last set of lyrics.

“Searching for you, babe~”

Spider-Noir jumped forward, examining the cocoon closely. He glanced up towards me, offering me a thumbs up before looking back down at the others. “It worked, she’s out cold!”

“Perfect, but just to be safe,” Miguel reached into his back, pulling out a disc as he tossed it to the ground at Isabella’s feet. “I’m not risking anything else,”

Noir jumped off of the cocoon as a red laser shield cage took form around the bat, caging her from the rest of the world as bits and pieces of the webbing snapped off.

I heard Widow’s soft neighing from below me as I glanced down, seeing him line up to catch me. I carefully climbed down from the webs, sliding into Widow’s saddle. I gently patted his head, stroking his hair. “Thank you, Widow,”

He snorted, shaking his head in response. A whistle caught my ear and before I could blink, Widow moved forward. He strutted towards Webslinger who was waving him closer, Miguel standing nearby. I took my mask off as we neared him, smiling at Spider-Man 2099.

“Whoa, now, Widow,” Webslinger gently coaxed Widow to slow down, brushing his muzzle with his finger tips. He glanced over towards Miguel, signaling for him to approach. “Don’t keep the lady waiting,”

Miguel’s mask dissolved as he huffed, a half smile spreading on his face as he approached the saddle. His eyes were warm, the irises reverted back to his smooth chocolate brown stare. I watched as he offered me his hand, a soft smile on his face. “Mi Mona Lisa,” - My Mona Lisa

My cheeks flushed a light shade of pink at the gesture. I reached out, taking his hand in mine as Miguel carefully helped me down from Widow. The second my feet had touched the ground, Miguel held me in his arms, tucking me close to his frame.

“I told you I’d come back,” he mumbled into my hair.

There were butterflies in my stomach as I took in his warmth, his. . . safety. I reached out, wrapping my arms around him as I hugged him tightly. “I wasn’t going to let you fight her alone, now was I?”

I could hear the smirk on his face, his grip tightening ever so slightly. “Were you always this stubborn?”

I giggled softly, resting the side of my head against his chest. “Only for you,”

Miguel pulled back, lowering his arms as he looked down at me. He looked so. . . calm.

Remembering that we had an audience, he coughed into his fist as cheeks flushed a light shade of red as he looked over towards Webslinger, issuing an order. I didn’t quite catch what it was as I was too focused on the fact that even when Miguel pulled away, he still had an arm around my shoulder, letting me lean against him.

As he chatted with Noir about the damage, having Lyla survey the area, Miguel’s fingers trailed down my side before stopping, lifting his hand as it seemed to hover above me. Our eyes met as he asked, “Sorry, uh– May I?”

I smiled softly at him, “You may,”

He smiled back as he gently placed his hand on my waist, his fingers gently rubbing against the makeshift bandage to ease the dull ache on my wound. I sighed softly, the side of my head resting just along his arm, under his shoulder.

I continued to smile as I began to wonder what would become of this. Of us after today.

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