#Spiderman headcanon

[spider-stark]

INFINITELY YOU

part three // spitfire

SUMMARY - In every universe, Peter Parker seems destined to fall in love with you. And, in every universe, he realizes it too late. When universes collide and two of them are granted a second chance at rectifying their biggest mistake, neither of them are willing to let the opportunity go to waste–even if you end up not being the person they thought you were.

WARNINGS - 18+, minors DNI

WORD COUNT - 4.5k

// masterlist // series masterlist // send me your thoughts // no way home fan fiction // rewrite

name key: tom!peter = peter // andrew!peter = parker // tobey!peter = pete

On the walk back from Peter Pan’s, it seemed as though Parker had managed to entirely escape the sputtering awkwardness that had ensnared him the night before. 

And, after countless city blocks of listening to him babble about absolutely everything and anything, you realized that there was one very striking similarity between him and Peter. 

Both boys had a fervent interest in all things nerd. 

“New Hope takes place nearly two decades after the rise of the Galactic Empire, meaning that Leia is only nineteen when she's kidnapped and forced aboard the Death Star! Which is like, absolutely insane, right? Seriously! Imagine being nineteen years old and stuck inside of something that has the potential to obliterate an entire planet!” 

Shoving open the lobby door to your complex, Parker hardly even waits for you to hum your agreement before continuing his retelling of the Star Wars film. 

“And at the exact same time, Luke is finally beginning his Jedi training! Which, honestly, nineteen is actually super old for that, but-” 

Moving towards the stairs, Parker close on your heels, you cut him off with a question. “Too old? Nineteen is hardly even an adult,” you argue. “What age do most Jedi start training?” 

“About four or five, so obviously Luke was way behind,” 

Not even a full three stairs up, you come to a grinding halt, leaving Parker to bump into your back. “Four?!” You cry out, wide-eyed as you spin around to face him. “That’s insane!” 

Parker only lifts his shoulders, clearly not understanding the reason for your horror. 

Furthering your point, you add, “There’s nothing ethical about taking a bunch of little kids and training them to be weird, intergalactic warriors!” 

“It’s the best way to train them!” He lifts his hand defensively, explaining, “The earlier they start training, the less likely it is that the kids will have formed an attachment to their families! That way they learn to act out of logic instead of emotion!” 

For a heartbeat, you’re rendered entirely speechless by the absurdity of his claim, left to stand with your mouth agape as you blink at him. 

“That sounds like emotional abuse,” you finally huff, shaking your head. “Actually, scratch that—it doesn’t sound like emotional abuse, it just is!” 

“It’s not abuse-” 

You hold a hand up, stopping him before he can say anything else. “Give me one good reason why a group of adults should withhold love and affection from children if they aren’t abusing them.” 

“Uh, how about the fact that love is basically what made Anakin turn to the dark side!” Parker scoffs, clearly unwilling to recognize how insane the notion he was pushing actually is. 

“Or maybe Anakin turned to the dark side because he was indoctrinated and traumatized by some stupid space cult!” 

The expression on his face is downright laughable. 

It was as if you had just reached out and slapped him across the face. His jaw went slack, his mouth hung open in blatant offense. As a sputtering noise falls from his lips, trying and failing to come up with a good rebuttal, you smirk. 

“Exactly,” you boast, taking his inability to speak as a sign of victory. 

Twirling on your heel, you continue up the stairs, nearly all the way to the top before you finally hear him come stomping up behind you. 

“The Jedi Order is not a cult!” He finally shouts after you. 

Already traipsing through the hallway, fiddling with your keys, you sing-song, “Whatever you say, bug-boy.” 

Reluctant to admit defeat, Parker continues grumbling under his breath as you unlock the door, spouting something off about your lack of respect for George Lucas. 

“Look,” you tell him, pushing the door open, “if liking Star Wars matters this much to you, then I’ll gladly watch them with you.” A wry smile plays on your lips as you turn to look at him, standing in the doorway, “Maybe watching them will be enough to change my opinion on turning kids into galactic slaves.” 

Eyes narrowing in a playful glare, he’s only able to hold the expression for less than a few seconds before a laugh causes him to break character. “I just can’t believe that Peter hasn’t made you watch them already,” he admits. “I had you watch them so much that you could probably recite the scripts from memory alone!” 

His amusement dies off as soon as he finishes the sentence. Despite having been the one to bring it up, the mention of his world seems to cast a sullen shadow over him, ruining his sweet, boyish smile. 

Curiosity instantly claws at you, begging you to ask him why his world seemed to have such a negative effect on him. Or, rather, why his version of you seemed to have such an effect. 

This had happened last night too, when you had asked him if the two of you were friends in his world—and it was because of this that you assume that you’re somehow the common denominator in his discomfort. 

Still, you don’t let yourself ask him about it. For as much as you’re starting to like Parker, you don’t know him nearly well enough to try prying into his life. 

Not yet, at least. 

“Well, you’re more than welcome to force me into sitting through them in this world, too.” You tell him sweetly, sweeping an arm out to gesture inside of your apartment, inviting him. “It’s not like I’ve got any plans for the rest of the day.” 

You couldn’t even remember the last time you did have plans. Life had been so quiet since that last night with Peter and Mj—the night when everything went so horribly wrong. 

Parker sucks in a breath through his teeth, a hand coming to rest against the back of his neck. “I should probably get back out on the streets,” he reluctantly says, sounding more like he was convincing himself of that than you. “But, I don’t know, maybe we can take a rain check on it, yeah?” 

Disappointment washes over you, sudden enough that you’re sure it shines through on your face. It takes a shocking amount of willpower to stop yourself from trying to persuade him to stay, wanting to remind him that two other Spider-Men were already running themselves ragged in pursuit of the villains—so why did he have to go, too? 

You had grown used to his constant talking, having found solace in the chatter that kept you from slipping too far into your own thoughts. Selfishly, you wanted him to stay so that you wouldn’t have to be alone; so that you wouldn’t have to risk thinking too long about Doctor Strange or the multiverse or constants or Peter. 

The thought of admitting any of that out loud, however, felt incredibly humiliating. 

“For sure,” you force a smile, trying to ignore the many thoughts swirling in your mind. Then, eyeing the slightly too-tight Ramones shirt that he’d stolen from you, you add, “But shouldn’t you at least come in and change?” 

His nose wrinkles slightly as he shakes his head. “Nah—I think this city has more than enough spider-people swinging around it right now. I figure we might actually benefit from one of us patrolling on the ground-level, y’know? Maybe I can ask around for any giant lizards or blown light bulbs.” 

It’s hard to tell if the last bit is meant to be a joke or not, but you laugh anyway if only to avoid knowing why you should be worried about lizards and light bulbs. 

“Sounds like a plan,” you second his idea. “Well, I guess I’ll see you later then?” 

A surprising sense of joy lights his eyes at the sound of your hesitance, unfitting of the simplicity of the moment, but charming nonetheless. He grins—a wide and endearing sort of grin—as he takes a step back, “I won’t be gone long,” he promises before reminding you, “lock the door behind you, alright? And if you need anything-” 

He pauses, patting the pockets of his jeans only to remember that he didn’t bring a phone with him to this universe—and that, even if he did, there likely wasn’t a wireless plan good enough to support multiversal travel. 

“If you need anything, call 911.” 

“Got it,” you laugh, watching as he stumbles backwards towards the stairwell, cheeks red with faint embarrassment. 

Turning to go inside, you can’t ignore the warmth that now blooms in your chest. 

You could definitely get used to having him around. 

A peculiar sensation prickles at your skin, curling along your spine like icy fingertips. 

Something was wrong. Very wrong. 

The usually comfortable atmosphere of your apartment had shifted. An eerie tension fills the space, a near-suffocating feeling that has the very walls holding their breath, humming a tune of warning as you inch further into the living room. 

Your stomach twists as the sharp tang of exhaust fumes fills your nostrils. By the couch, a faint breeze rustles the curtains of a window, wafting in the nauseating scent of the city street below—a window that hadn’t been open when you left earlier. 

A mere foot or so away, you notice that the picture frame Parker had been fiddling with before is now lying on its face, having been knocked off the end table and abandoned. Atop the table, you notice that the lamp is sitting askew, its base just inches from tumbling over the edge and joining the frame. 

Someone had come in through your window—and it didn’t appear as though stealth had been very important to them, given that they had clearly stumbled into the table upon their entrance. 

Adrenaline floods your senses, your spine stiffening as you take a series of slow, quiet steps. 

Moving towards the corner, you carefully reach out a hand to grab the metal bat propped against the wall. The bat had been an unlikely housewarming present from when you first moved in, given to you by Peter’s mentor and your own reluctant renegade, Tony Stark. For nearly two years now it had sat in this corner, unused and gathering dust—until now. 

You wrap your fingers tightly around the base, wincing slightly as the rubber grip pulls at the still-healing flesh on your palm, making you curse yourself for not properly bandaging the wound last night. 

But you’re used to pain—and so you’re easily able to bite back against it as you ease through the living room, checking for any sign of the intruder's presence. 

As you walk, gripping the bat like your life depends on it, you can’t help but hear Tony Stark’s voice echo in your mind. 

If you’re gonna live alone, then you should have some sort of protection—he had told you, gently placing the cool steel into your hands for the first time, a ribbon tied sloppily around it—not that you need it. 

Satisfied with your search of the living room, you start easing towards the hall. You’re good at sneaking around, having had a lot of practice at it—every movement you make is calculated, every footfall so purposefully gentle that it’s nearly silent. 

Quiet as you were, you could do nothing to ease the sound of your blood thrumming wildly in your own ears, your heart pounding against your chest. 

The incessant beating worries you—because you know that there are people in the world with the unnatural ability to hear such things. Peter, even with his enhanced hearing, had to be close to someone in order to hear something as soft as their heartbeat; but you had heard rumors that there were others who could hear a pulse from miles away, others like the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. 

The thought makes your blood run cold, though you try to push the worries from your mind. From what you know, the Devil doesn’t have a habit of breaking into apartments, nor was Queen's his usual jurisdiction. 

No—what you were dealing with had to be no more than an average burglar! 

An average burglar who, somehow, scaled up the side of a building to break into your apartment… 

Alright—you think, approaching the end of the hall—perhaps it’s a not-so-average burglar, then! Still better than the Devil. 

Peeling one hand from the bat’s handle, you curl your fingers around the doorknob to the guest room, Parker’s room. You ease the door open slowly, trying to keep the old hinges from crying out as you peer into the space. 

The sweet scent of vanilla is the first thing that hits you, contrasted by the subtle bite of vetiver. 

Parker—the room smells of him, even though he had only been here for one night. 

On the bed, the quilt is rumpled and thrown about, pillows strewn about. The doors of the armoire are wide open, a few old shirts hanging over the edge of one of the shelves, no doubt from when he went digging through your clothes in search of something to wear. 

The room was messy, but empty. 

Your shoulders sag, half-a-breath loosing from your lungs. The relief is short-lived, however; as by the time you edge back into the hall to turn towards your own door, you’re overwhelmed with dread. 

If whoever broke in was still here, then this was the only place they could be—save for the bathroom, though you seriously doubt any burglar would have much interest in scouring through your toiletries… 

Easily, gracefully, you twist the knob, the metal yielding quietly to your careful touch. 

The curtains are tightly drawn, eradicating any trace of sunlight and leaving the room cloaked in shadows. But, even in the darkness, you’re able to see the rough outline of a figure sprawled out across your mattress. 

For a split second, you think of Parker’s advice to call 911, the weight of your phone suddenly heavy in your back pocket. 

You think of how you should follow that advice. 

You think about how fast you could run—if you would be able to reach the front door before they could catch up to you. 

But then you stop thinking, disregarding all logic and reason as you take a step into the room, as if drawn in by some invisible force. 

Remaining mindful of your surroundings, you slowly approach the edge of the bed. Squinting in the darkness, you try to study the body laid out atop your comforter. Watching the steady rise-and-fall of their chest, it suddenly hits you that, whoever they are, they’re asleep. 

Slinking around the corner and coming to stand at your bedside, you’re finally close enough that you can see them in spite of the absence of light. Crimson and blue spandex clings tightly to their arms as they cling one of your pillows to their chest, and you feel your entire body sag with relief as you loosen your grip on the bat. 

So this must be Peter 2. 

The fabric of his mask is bunched up and resting along the bridge of his nose, which is somewhat smushed against the pillow he’s holding, no doubt leaving him to breathe in the scent of laundry detergent and your perfume. 

Lower, you can make out the subtle contours of his jawline and the curve of soft, pink lips. Higher, you’re met with the impassive stare of then white lenses sewn into his mask. 

The lenses shield his eyes from your view, and a curious feeling begins to tug at the furthest corners of your mind. Take it off—it seems to whisper, compelling you to move in closer, your shins pressing against the side of the mattress—take it off. 

You grit your teeth and try to ignore the feeling, try to ignore the velvet-voice slithering through your mind; begging you to look at him, to touch him, to notice him, to-

Pain shoots along the side of your temple, likely in response to the sudden tightness in your jaw. It distracts you enough that you’re able to shake the strange feeling long enough to regain your focus—even if the remnants of it still linger. 

You shouldn’t be interested in him—you should be pissed at him. 

Not only had he broken into your house, which was already bad enough, but he had also climbed into your bed and made himself cozy! The absolute gall, the audacity he must have, has you allowing the tiniest sliver of rage to ignite inside of you. 

Both hands still gripping the bat, you lower it from where it rests against your shoulder to swiftly jab its head into his stomach. 

A cough sputters past his lips as the impact pushes the air from his lungs. 

You’re actually shocked that you landed the blow—in truth, you had expected his spider-sense to kick in and detect the incoming hit, waking him with just enough time to dodge the shot. But, apparently, his instincts had made the mistake of assuming that you were of no threat to him. 

“Morning sunshine,” you chime, your feigned cheerfulness set off by a sneer. 

He’s scrambling into an upright position, knees sinking into the mattress as he presses a hand against the sore spot you’d created on his stomach. “What the fu-” 

His voice is hoarse—from sleep or pain, you’re not sure—and he doesn’t finish the curse spewing from his mouth once his head shoots up towards you, as if finally registering the sound of your voice. 

“I don’t know what things are like in your world,” you muse, swinging your bat back to rest against your shoulder, “but in this one, breaking and entering is considered a crime.” 

He’s still catching his breath, and while those damn white lenses covering his eyes give so little emotion away, you assume that he’s going to apologize. It’s what Peter would do, and Parker, too. 

But not him. 

“Your friends said I could stay here,” he defends himself. Taking another deep breath and extinguishing the burning in his lungs, the lower-half of his face transforms into a defiant smirk. “It’s not breaking and entering if you were invited.” 

“And did they tell you to sleep in my bed, too?” You shoot back, brows rising in annoyance. “Word of advice: next time you’re invited to stay in a total stranger’s house, maybe try not to repay their kindness by crawling through their window.” 

He mocks you without missing a beat, “Word of advice: you live in a shitty neighborhood—if you don’t want people coming through your windows, you should try locking them.” 

“Ah, right! Cause the average person is definitely willing to scale the side of a building for the prospect of an unlocked window!” 

“You’re a pretty girl in a dangerous city,” he drones, lifting a shoulder as he meets your sarcasm with purposeful calm. “You’d be surprised what people would be willing to do for a chance at getting you alone.” 

The insinuation sends a shiver down your spine, but you mask your unease, flashing a smile that’s more predatory than sweet. “Aw,” you coo, “so you think I’m pretty?” 

He returns the expression, skillfully avoiding your derisive question. “I think you’re irresponsible—and a little cocky.” 

“Better to be cocky than a felon,” you remark. “Just spare my neighbors the acrobatics show next time, would you? Maybe try knocking on the door like a normal person! Preferably when you’re not dressed like… that.” 

It’s not that his suit wasn’t nice, because it was. But it lacks the advanced Stark-tech that makes Peter’s suit so uniquely sleek, meaning that it was likely safe to assume that no one in this world would mistake this boy for the real Spider-Man. 

Unless they were to catch him scaling up the side of your building… 

“I tried knocking.” he sounds exasperated, as if you are testing his patience. “You weren’t home.” 

You snort a laugh, wondering if he truly believes that is all the reason he needs to break into someone's home. 

“Then you should’ve waited until I got home,” 

“I hadn’t slept in over twenty-four hours. I was too tired to wait.” 

“Then you should’ve slept in the alleyway with the rest of the strays,” you hiss at him, fingers tightening around the bat as your frustration builds. 

The sheer ferocity in your voice gives him pause, stunning him into silence. 

Then the corner of his mouth begins to twitch upwards, lazily grinning at you as if he actually enjoys the verbal onslaught. 

You can tell that he’s watching you through those white lenses, and his tongue darts over his bottom lip, you feel your breath catch in your throat. “Fine,” amusement dances in his tone as he raises his gloved hands, “fair enough.” 

For a moment, no sound comes from your parted lips, leaving you to stand there gaping at him until you remember how to speak. “Fair enough?” You echo, shaking your head slightly. “That’s all you’ve got? No apology?” 

He moves, forcing you to take a step back as he shoves his legs over the side of the bed and rises to his feet. He’s not as tall as Parker, but he still stands an inch or so higher than you, making it hard to not feel intimidated as he stares down at you, your own face staring back from the reflection of his lenses. 

“Better not push your luck, Spitfire,” 

He’s baiting you—he has to be! Using a stupid nickname to get under your skin, to try and prod further at your short temper. And it’s working—god, you hate how much it’s working!—because you find yourself contemplating putting his superhuman durability to the test by whacking him over the head with your bat. 

“By the way,” he says before you have a chance to act on your intrusive thoughts, pointing at your hands, “you’re bleeding.” 

As if his words switch a flip in your head, you’re suddenly aware of the acute throbbing in your palm. You loosen your grip on the bat, letting it clatter recklessly to the floor as you hold your hand out to examine it. 

Unsurprisingly, the rubber handle managed to tear open the barely-healed cut on your palm, courtesy of your too-tight grip on it. You hiss through your teeth, watching as blood oozed from the cut, dripping down towards your wrist. 

Slipping past you, the boy only half-manages to stifle his laugh. “You should probably take care of that.” 

He’s already slipping out into the hall by the time you regain enough awareness to follow after him, gritting your teeth against the pain. 

“And where do you think you’re going?” 

“To the other room,” he calls over his shoulder. Once he’s standing in front of Parker’s door, he spins back around to face you, his snarky expression still in-tact. “Where I’m hoping you won’t follow me.” 

Everything about him causes your blood to boil—his grating voice, his insolent attitude, his stupid soft lips. 

“Would it kill you to be nice to me?” You exclaim, your voice strained with pain as you try to wrap your hand in the lower half of your shirt. 

It takes no-time for blood to start seeping through the thin material, and you certainly don’t look intimidating like this—the lower half of your abdomen on display as you try to apply whatever pressure you can to the wound—but you don’t care. 

“I don’t have to let you and Parker stay in my house—I’m doing it because I’m nice, alright? And, so far, you’ve been nothing but a dick!” 

The thin fabric of his mask shifts, brows furrowing at the mention of Parker. Unlike Peter, however, he doesn’t bother commenting on the nickname. “Nice isn’t exactly the word I’d use to describe you. Especially since you’re the one calling me names.” 

The levity in his tone makes you want to scream—what was his deal?! 

You press harder against your bleeding palm, your breathing turning shallow. You’re not sure if it’s frustration or pain or what, but you feel like your head is spinning. “Look, I don’t know you, alright? But this? Isn’t gonna work,” you bark at him, chin lifted defiantly as you stare into his mask, unrelenting. “If you plan on staying in my house, then you’ll get your shit together—got it?” 

His head tilts, curiously watching as you continue your frantic speech. 

“No crawling in through my windows or sleeping in my bed or smarting shit off! And take off that stupid mask!” You huff, shaking your head. “Or, I don’t know, pull it down the rest of the way! Just do something because you look stupid like that!” 

The words are spewing from your mouth like a torrential downpour, fueled by the rage swirling in your stomach and the throbbing in your hand and—

He laughs, a genuine laugh that isn’t born of derision, and you feel your racing thoughts slow to a halt. “You should work on your insults,” reaching for the nape of his neck, he tugs his mask off. “Because that was pathetic.” 

It’s no longer just your thoughts that have slowed, but the entire world. Everything around you feels like it has come skidding to a stop—leaving you staring up at him like a dumbfounded idiot. 

He’s beautiful—a commonality among Peter’s variants, it seems. 

He’s smirking, an infuriatingly charming smirk that lets you know he has no intention of listening to your demands for him to silence his quick wit. But you’re not focusing on that—no, you’re focusing on the features that had been hidden from you this whole time; his dark hair, tousled from removing his mask, falls in a chaotic halo around his face, contrasting the vibrance of his eyes. 

His eyes. 

They leave you breathless, and you hate it. Colored with the deepest cerulean you’ve ever seen, his eyes feel like staring into the depths of a crystalline ocean. You can almost feel yourself getting swept up in their tides, feel them enveloping you in a feeling of familiarity, as if this wasn’t the first time you had been pulled into their ebbing waters. 

“Have we–” your mouth has gone dry, your voice cracking. “Have we met before?” 

It’s a ridiculous question, and you recognize that even as it’s spilling from your lips. You couldn’t have met him before—not when the two of you weren’t even from the same universe! 

He seems to be thinking the same thing, and you’re already preparing to take the full force of whatever smartass comment he’s about to fling at you. “I’ve met you,” he says simply, taking you by surprise. Then he inclines his head towards your still-bleeding hand, “You should patch yourself up before you stain the carpet.” 

You look down at your hand, at the hem of your shirt, soaked in blood. 

“But just so I know,” you look back up, his body half-turned towards the door, his fingers resting against the knob, “if Peter and Parker are already taken, then who does that make me?” 

You have to force yourself to take a breath. “What did I call you in your world?” He’s silent for a moment, staring at the floor and chewing on his lip. Then, pushing the door to Parker’s room—their room—open, he smiles.

“Pete.”

a/n - ayyy, pete's finally here! and, ofc, lots of other little important details sprinkled around as well.

also, i really wanna say thank you to everyone who has been reading and enjoying this story so far! it truly means the world to me to read all of the nice comments and to know that you guys are interested in this story! so, again, thank you 💖 as always, please comment/like/reblog and let me know if you wanna be added to the taglist!

part four, titled "blooms of subterfuge", to be released april 29th

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THE HOBIE NSFW HCS GOT ME OUT HERE BARKING DROOLING AND SCREAMING ISTG📢📢📢

Mannnn, just him nonchalantly breaking in by climbing my window and telling me he wants me😳😳😳😳😳 thoughts and being thoughted

bro I bark at my own work I’m like “damn I really ate that up,,”

just the through of him climbing through your window and climbing into your bed next to you like straight to the business just, “mmm, take it off.” “take what off?” “mmmm…everythin’..” and he just covers you in kisses like everywhere…slowly getting down your body and doing whatever he wants to. with consent. and you just hold onto him while he thrusts into you like no tomorrow. you both are whimpering and moaning like animals. “i’ve been waitin’ for you all day, i promise i won’t be too rough hun.” and the best part is that HE ISN’T!! he’s so careful and caring with you because he wants to cherish every moment and every sound you make, and he just wants you so bad mmmmmmmmmppphh.

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[spidrrweb]

new spiderverse clip dropped can we get some cute pavitr hcs please i love him so bad

pavitr crumbs for my lovies 🫶🏼

SORRY THIS IS LATE ,, might be spelling errors cuz im sleepy and wrote this at 2 am 💔 | spiderverse masterlist

oh my god is he smitten for you and all of mumbattan knows. thinks it's a little dangerous to show you off (doesn't want villains to target you) but he makes it known he has a partner. however, the spider society knows you.

introduced you to his auntie the second these feelings started to form, he wanted to make sure she liked you and see how well you two got along. (gets very happy whenever he comes home and sees the two of you talking over tea or watching some show together while you waited for him, or just to hang out.)

too much traffic? you missed the bus? can't find your bike? dont wanna walk? no problem, this boy loves carrying and swinging around with you.

promises to never drop you, however he 200% has pretended to drop you and accidentally did. freaked out more than you honestly and ever since then he's made sure to hold you extra tight.

has pictures of you all over his bedroom walls; a couple by his bed and a few by a couple posters he has. also keeps a lot of souvenirs from your dates: movie tickets? next to a picture of you guys. note you wrote? a doodle maybe? yup, theyre all up there somewhere

^ he always says good morning to the picture of you btw, gets super embarrassed when his auntie walks in and asks "who are you talking to?"

love language is psychical touch once this man has his arms wrapped around you, you're never leaving. and if you're spooning, he's the big spoon (loves resting his forehead on your shoulder, pressing sweet kisses on your back) however, he doesn't mind switching.

^ adding to this, he loves linking pinkies with you, thinks it's a little cuter than holding hands.

his scalp is sensitive, loves when you play with his hair and your nails gently drag. also likes when you make tiny braids, he'll keep them in for a while.

also gets flustered easily with or without you making him; if he's sitting in his room and you pop into his mind he's smiling like an idiot and melting right then and there.

LOVES making you laugh. Music to his ears and he loves noticing the little details when you laugh; maybe it's your dimples, or the way you cover your mouth when you laugh, or how your face might scrunch up, or your smile. he loves your smile.

Always insists on a "good luck kiss" before he goes into battle

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[spidey-x-male-reader]

can you pls do a hobie brown x Male reader? Like yk how every Spider-Man has like a Gwen or an mj and all the other spiderman ask hobie like “what abt you do you have a gwen or mj?” And he introduces his bf to them?

Pairing: Hobie Brown (Spider-Punk) x male!reader

Requested: yes / no

Warnings: ///

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! I'm finally getting back into the mood to write again. This is the first x reader I've written since a long time but I'm always happy to get requests to better myself

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

MASTERLIST

“Aaand MJ and Mayday are finally back home” Peter said when walking back into the main hall to look at his team members. “But she really liked finally meeting all of you. Even you, Miguel.”

Hobie looked over at Miguel with a slight smirk, watching how Miguel clearly seemed unhappy with this whole situation. But it wasn’t like he could stop Peter at this point. He brought his daughter to work here so why not his wife too? At least for a visit. 

“We’re not going to make a habit out of getting visitors here, understand?” Miguel spoke in a stern tone. 

“I think we should do quite the opposite. Get more visitors”, Peter grinned, now finally turning to Hobie. “I mean you haven’t brought anyone over yet. You got a MJ or Gwen?”

Hobie let out a scoff. Most people seemed to be having a MJ, or even a Gwen, even if that one seemed to be working out less. He still shook his head. “No MJ or Gwen. I have a (y/n).”

Miles now also moved closer. “(y/n)? Who’s that?”

Apparently this was a community meeting now since Gwen sat down with them too. “Are we talking about (y/n)? He’s Hobie’s boyfriend. The absolute coolest really. We played the drums together one time and–”

“You got a boyfriend? How didn’t we know that before?”

Hobie shrugged. “You didn’t ask.”

“You gotta invite him.”

“Didn’t you just hear how I told you that there shouldn’t be more visitors.” Miguel clearly looked annoyed with his colleagues.

“Well now I really have to get him.”, Hobie smirked.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

You walked into the compound looking around, dozens of spider-people walking around everywhere. “You really didn’t overdo it, Hobie” you grin, while walking next to him. 

“When have I ever overdone anything, love?”, he smirked at you. “We’re almost there.”

“Gwen’s there too?”

“Gwen, Miles, Peter, Miguel, Pavitr probably. They have all been excited. Well most of them. I don’t think Miguel ever gets excited.”, he looked over when he realised you were slowing down a bit. “You don’t gotta be nervous. They’ll love you. And if they don’t it’s their loss”

You nodded, but still grabbed his hand before you two entered the room together. It was almost a comfort to have him this close. And it was almost a comfort that he didn’t seem to mind. He never said anything about it, he didn’t judge you for anything. 

The only person you recognized in the room was Gwen who immediately ran over to you. 

“(y/n)! Good to see you!”, she grinned, giving you a classic fistbump. “Come on. You gotta meet the rest”, she said, pulling you along.

“Hey Gwen. Try not to steal my boyfriend.” Hobie just chuckled, just walking after you two. It wasn’t like he wasn’t used to you stealing everyones attention wherever you went, even if you didn’t mean to. He couldn’t quite blame anyone for being fascinated by you either. 

Every day he looked at you, he fell in love all over again. You once asked him if he didn’t get tired of that one point but he had just shaken his head before saying ‘How could I ever get tired of you?’

And now all of that proved itself true again. You, Pavitr, Gwen and Miles had hunched over in a corner, snickering about something for the first part of your meeting. He was glad you got along with everyone so quickly.

With Peter it was easy too, even if the amount of Baby pictures he tried to show you was almost concerning. You handled it well though. And then it was time for the big boss fight. Miguel, who had menacingly stood in the corner the whole time, watching closely so you didn’t touch anything.

“If you manage to keep him under control I don’t have anything against you being here from time to time.”, Miguel simply said.

“I don’t keep him under control. No one can do that, trust me.”, you grinned, looking over at your boyfriend. Sure he was chaotic, constantly getting the both of you in trouble but honestly? “I wouldn’t have it any other way”, you lightly patted Miguel’s shoulder before moving back to Hobie. 

“Already done with meeting everyone?”

“You told me there was a cafeteria.”

“Now that’s what I like to hear.”

#male reader #spiderman reader #hobie brown #spiderman #marvel #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse spoilers #hobie brown imagine #hobie brown headcanon #hobie brown x male reader #hobie brown x reader #spiderman imagine #spiderman headcanon #spiderman x male reader #spiderman x reader #marvel imagine #marvel headcanon #marvel x male reader #marvel x reader #spiderverse imagine #spiderverse headcanon #spiderverse x male reader #spiderverse x reader #across the spiderverse imagine #across the spiderverse headcanon #across the spiderverse x male reader #across the spiderverse x reader #pride #gay

[gatorbites-imagines]

Hihi, love your writing. Just sending over a request for a male reader (could be ftm if you'd life) with Hobie Brown? So basically the reader is apart of the organisation too and is a spiderman (could be possibly like a rock and/or punk based spiderman, or something completely opposite it's up to you) and it's how he had met Hobie and how they got close? I can send more details over if you'd like, thanks!

Hobie Brown x Male reader

Headcanons

I couldnt find any gifs of hobie yet, so just have this one.

Spoilers for Across the Spiderverse I guess? Reader is a Juggalo because I like ICP lmao.

You were one of the Spidermen that stood out somewhat amongst every other spiderperson around. You suit was white and black and had Juggalo features painted on the face. You wore a baggy ICP t-shirt and black shorts, maybe even a jacket or battle vest covered in patches. You wore a pair of heavy boots as well, perfect for kicking ass.

Along with that you didn’t respect the machine, aka the people in charge, as much as everyone else. You liked fighting and busting fascist and racist heads, you didn’t get involved with cops, and you were stubborn like a mule. This resulted in Miguel hating you because you were so difficult, but you were one of the best, so he kept you around.

You really liked fighting, which could be seen in the claws you added to your gloves, the brass knuckles worked into your suit, or the hard covering on your knees perfect for kneeing people in the chin. Those were only the visible ones, but you had many other hidden gizmos. This made you a bit of an outcast amongst the spiderpeople, but you didn’t care, you didn’t care about anyone’s approval but your own.

When Hobie joined the organization, it had been for Gwen’s sake in the beginning, since he himself doesn’t care much for large organizations with one leader who makes all the decisions. He puts up with it though, since its his duty to be spiderman.

Color him intrigued when one day he, Gwen and Jessica are called to Miguel’s area. When they arrive, they first see Miguel pacing back and forth rubbing his temples in clear annoyance, and second, they see a spiderman perched on the wall with little respect in his posture, roasting Miguel from head to toe.

Hobie already liked you from just that, but when you jump down to introduce yourself and he sees the anti-capitalism and anti-cop patches on your jacket? He might have fallen in love.

You, Gwen and Hobie were sent on a mission together, and you and Hobie got along like a house on fire. Gwen joked about being a third wheel the entire time, but she was just entertained about how well you two got along.

Outside of missions Hobie and you hang out most of the time, jumping into each other’s dimensions and just spending time at the others place. Hobies place is as punk rock as you can imagine, with all his instruments and an organized mess going on.

Your place is more what you’d imagine from someone who listens to rap, hiphop and ICP. You got a lot of music, casettes, cds, anything you can imagine. Lotsa posters or homemade merch stapled to the wall, etc.

When Hobie and Gwen make their band, you are invited of course, you are the singer. You can rap up a storm and speak so fast its hard for them to keep up some days. Hobie won’t admit it for a while, but hearing you spit bars makes his heart flutter.

Gwen would tease the both of you for having a crush on the other, which you both deny, because you are both cool and having crushes isn’t cool.

Gwen jokes about you two being boyfriends after you accidentally wear each other’s vest after spending the night at Hobies’ place. You both just roll your eyes at her and roast her with no actual heat, just doing it how friends would do it.

You both start dating at some point, neither of you can pinpoint when. One day you two just find yourselves cuddling on your rundown patched up couch without your masks on, cuddling and kissing.

Neither of you ever actually ask if you are boyfriends now or not, because you both know you are. It takes a while for Gwen and Pavitr a while to realize you two are together, since you don’t actually act any different.

Its only when they see you pull up his mask and your own to kiss him before going on a mission that it clicks for the both of them. They both whine that neither of you actually told them you were together.

When the movie happens you peace out the same moment as Hobie, having stolen your own tech so you two can keep visiting each other even if you aren’t part of the organization anymore.

Neither of you were ever big parts of being part of it anyways and only stayed for each other and for your friends, but seeing how Miguel deals with the whole Miles situation, you agree you need to leave.

You work together to make the watch for Gwen so she can save Miles. You two might join her too if needed, especially you, because you will take any chance to knock Miguel on his ass, maybe knock out those cheesy fangs of his.

Like I said, you hate authority. And since Miguel is authority, you hate him. Hobie follows after you because hes whipped and loves you deeply, plus he knows you can get kinda careless at times, so he has to pull you outta trouble if he needs.

You are both so grossly whipped for each other, it makes Gwen and Pavitr gag, though its fake gagging. You share clothes, instruments. You do his eyeliner and paint his nails, he does your Juggalo face paint. He always makes sure to give you a big kiss, which just wipes the paint onto his lips too.

#male reader #spiderman reader #hobie brown #spiderman #marvel #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse spoilers #hobie brown imagine #hobie brown headcanon #hobie brown x male reader #hobie brown x reader #spiderman imagine #spiderman headcanon #spiderman x male reader #spiderman x reader #marvel imagine #marvel headcanon #marvel x male reader #marvel x reader #spiderverse imagine #spiderverse headcanon #spiderverse x male reader #spiderverse x reader #across the spiderverse imagine #across the spiderverse headcanon #across the spiderverse x male reader #across the spiderverse x reader

[married-to-google-translater]

pls do one where miguel kills y/n's original husband (Miguel's variant) and replaces him since they look alike anyways

Miguel O'hara

Okay, Miguel would do this if he wasn't a yandere.

Although, even normal Miguel would have "slightly" yandere tendencies.

And when I say he wouldn't do it, I mean not directly…

However, it is possible that something would happen to his variant by accident.

Or "accidentally"

But if something happened to your partner, he would definitely step in their place.

You might not even notice the difference.

Of course, maybe some small differences would be found.

But he would have to cover bigger differences.

Miguel would certainly know this.

If there were big differences.

It would depend on the universe…

It could be that he is watching many universes for such opportunities

Miguel would be really happy with you.

You were the joy of his life.

Miguel wishes this could go on forever.

But sadly it can't last...

Because we all know what happens when you mess up canon

#into the spider verse #spiderverse #spiderverse x reader #spiderman x reader #spiderman 2099 #spiderman #miguel o'hara #miguel #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel ohara #spiderman imagine #across the spiderverse #spiderverse imagine #spiderverse headcanon #spiderman headcanon #spiderman into the spiderverse #miguel spiderman

[angelltheninth]

Pining Best Friends to Lovers with Miles Morales

Pairing: Miles Morales x Reader

Tags: fluff, best friends to lovers, pining (from Miles), confessions, flirting, super-powers

A/N: I wrote a lot of Miguel and Hobie content but not enough for Miles.

The reason Miles has been pining after you so long is because he's scared that if he does end up confessing and you don't feel the same it will ruin your friendship

It's already been put through a bit of a strain when he had to hide his superhero identity from you

He doesn't want to put it more at risk

You were friends for a very long time, so he didn't want to lose having you in his life

There have been a few instances where he thinks you might be flirting back with him but before you can catch on he makes it out to be a joke

Over time you begin think he might be serious about it given how much he flirts

But when you ask him he begins to go invisible on and off before fully going invisible and saying how he just remembered he needs to go on a very long patrol

It's also not uncommon for him to pull you close to him when you're watching movies, particularly the scary ones

At first you thought it was his superhero side shining through but he'd keep you close, cuddle with you for almost the whole movie

Miles wondered if it was too much for you but you never pushed him away so it because the go to when watching any movie

Secretly you had a crush on him as well so you never shied away from him when he was being flirty or cuddly or acting as more then friends

You wanted him to confess first just in case you were reading his signals wrong, it would be very awkward if he had a crush on someone else

When he confessed he figured you were asleep, you'd spent the night at his place, waiting for him to come home so you could watch a movie but he was taking a lot longer then expected, which he was also sorry for

Poor Miles jumped off the couch and onto the celling when you told him you felt the same while he still thought you were asleep

You really feel the same... wow... now he feels like he should have said something sooner

Then this can be your first real movie date

And to make it even better it's gonna be a romance movie and he's gonna kiss you right at the end of it too

#miles morales x reader #spiderverse x reader #marvel x reader #miles x reader #spiderman x reader #miles morales imagine #miles morales headcanons #miles morales hcs #spiderverse imagine #spiderverse headcanon #spiderverse fluff #marvel imagine #marvel headcanons #marvel fluff #miles imagine #miles headcanons #miles fluff #spiderman imagine #spiderman headcanon #spiderman fluff #miles morales x you #spiderverse x you #marvel x you #miles x you #spiderman x you #x reader

[eternalslover]

I BETTER SEE SOME SPIDERVERSE WRITING WHEN THE MOVIE COMES OUT ON DISC

HOBIE, PAVITR, MIGUEL, MILES, UNCLE AARON, THE EVIL GUY AT THE END OF THE MOVIE (I don't want to spoil anything!) ETC ETC

#spiderman headcanon #spider man 2099 #spiderman 2099 #spiderman #across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman fandom #spiderman x reader #spiderman x y/n #spiderman x you #miguel o’hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara imagine #miguel o'hara headcanon #miguel o'hara headcanons #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara fanart #miguel o'hara x you #spider punk #spider punk x reader #hobie brown #into the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderverse x reader #spiderman into the spiderverse #pavitr prabhakar #spiderman x oc #spiderverse 2

[futurecorps3]

I saw your Hobie x latina going going to the club para perrear and I loved it😭🤞🏼😩

BUT

Imagine Hobie going to a cantina with a mexican reader and just drink and hear corridos tristes (el video del vato que dice "porque que te quiero" y le meten el micrófono a la boca😭💀) or rather going to a cantina goes to her house and her family is making carne asada and drinking beer and there's literally a band in the party (soy norteña perdoname😭) and he is like "this food is bussing bussing" because he is British and their food is just "no good💖". At first he is nervous like he doesn't know what to do and at the end he is somehow riding a horse or he is playing with the band, he just loves it, the vibe and the food

(Love how you write 😭💖)

Hobie Brown meeting latina!reader's family <3

Masterlist <3

Ay hermana, soy chilanga we don't have horses up in this bitch😭 I tried to make it more general like Bee meeting your tías and primos but def adding the whole carne asada deal. (For my non-mexican readers, we call people from the city "chilangos" and northern people "norteños" and while we're from the same country, our experiences can be very different!). Also, tysm my dear, hope u like<3

-First off

-Giggling and kicking my feet 🤭

-Bro was persistent in meeting your family, and while you weren't exactly reluctant, you did have to warn him

-"Why not!? I want to meet your uncle Luis or- or Saúl!" He exclaims, recalling the stories you've told about your family members. "I'm not saying no, mi amor. I-It's just-" "What?" He grins, knowing you don't really have a solid argument. He kisses your pout and walks over to your room to get ready as you sigh, defeated by your pretty once more.

-Of course you wanted Bee to meet your family! But we all know how it can get at those big family gathering.

-One thing was meeting your parents, (which went by spectacularly, by the way) but him hanging out with your older tíos and younger primos was a whole other deal

-They aren't bad people, you love them dearly. It was the soft (hard and relentless) teasing (borderline bullying) you were worried about.

-It was easy to understand their humor when you grew up with heavy jokes, but Hobie would be new to all this. Plus, he was the first official boyfriend you'd introduce to the family! They were protective and honestly not afraid to show it.

-"Buenas tardes, Hobie Brown. Mucho gusto" you say slowly as you're both on the way to your tío's house, he repeats after you with a horrible accent. "Roll your r's!" You giggle, looking at him intently while softly showing him how to pronounce.

-He's really trying for you bestie </3

-Yeah he went blank after your aunt opened the door and dismissed his polite handshake with a bone-crushing hug.

-"Ay mija! He's so tall, I can barely hug him right. Pásenle, pásenle, Luis is in the garden with the kids. Welcome Hobie!"

-Bee just smiles and it widens when a horde of kids comes running down the hall and bolt towards you, saying hello to their favorite aunt and the strange bato she brought along.

-"Tía Y/N/N who is this?" Luisa (the youngest) asks, eyeing Hobie up and down with the sass of an old lady, making him suppress a laugh "Es tu novio?" now questions one of the boys, looking up at him amazed. "Hello brats" he smirks, high-fiving each and every one of your nieces and nephews excitedly.

-"You didn't tell me you were a tía already..." "Some of them will be by the age of sixteen, so I'm no rare event."

-Hobie is hard to lose on a crowd; all spikes, leather, chunky boots, and piercings

-Your nephews are thrilled.

-Asking all around about what his pins mean, if he finds it hard to walk with those boots, if he's not too hot with his jacket... you know, the type of questions kids ask.

-You laugh at him, trying to answer one question at a time patiently, and walk over to the table outside where your tíos, tías, primos, primas, cuñadas and some sobrinos were.

-"Y el novio mija?" Asks one of your tíos, already in a deffensive tone "He's inside con los niños, tío. Ahorita viene" you smile and promptly, Hobie walks through the door after the kids.

-The smokey scent of the carne asada filled his nostrils as soon as he walked outside, widening his eyes at how good it smelled. You walk over to him, grabbing his arm and smiling widely at your family

-"Les presento a Hobie, mi novio" you beam and your tíos can tell he truly makes you happy. "Yo no te di permiso, Y/N" one of them jokes, making everyone laugh and Bee follows after you translate for him.

-And he didn't like it but he really cared about their opinions

-He didn't give a single fuck of what other people had to say, but this was your family!!! He knew he was close and for the first time, strived for perfection

-The next few minutes were him trying really hard to memorize all the names, having a hard time pronouncing your aunt Rocio and Rosa's names.

-Everyone laughed at his attempts

-You sit between everyone at the large table, one of your tíos approaching you as you're too busy catching up with one of your cousins. Bee squeezes your hand to catch your attention, but you don't turn back to look at him, instead just squeeze back.

-He nervously places his hand out, and contrary to before, your uncle welcomes it. "Buenas tardes, Hobie" (oubi😭con acento mexa) "Buenas tardes, señor". God, did he rehearse that on the way...

-Your uncle seemed to appreciate him at least trying to talk to him in your mother tongue. He gave him kind of a smile and asked "Wanna help me with the asador over there?"

-Oh this was a test

-"Sure thing" he nods confidently even though he's shitting himself at the moment

-When he saw the carne asada let me tell you

-His mouth watered, heart eyes all over and he swore he was about to do that floating thing he's seen spider pig do

-Your tío taught him how to turn the steaks at the right time, after some aceite jumped and burnt him a bit :( your uncle could tell he was trying hard so he took it easy on him

-Personally? You fell in love all over again when he contained his tears the best he could at the smell and spice of the chiles floating so close to his nose <3

-You slapped his ass playfully when serving the food and he just smirked as your uncle side eyed you HARD

-“Bloody hell this shit is fucking amazing babe!” He almost moans when he bites into the taco of asada you made for him

-Your family might or might not know english but they know how bad words sound lmao

-They couldn’t blame him tho, not after he proved to love asada as much as them with the eight tacos he ate ☹️💕

-Him playing with the babies of your family bro :(

-He's so good with kids too

-I'm talking playing with them, having full conversations no matter how silly they got, following their train of thought and even making sure they weren't up to some stupid shit

-Girl, if you don't rail him stupid after that-

-He got along with your older cousins too!!! After all, they shared a similar taste in music and films so there was plenty to talk about

-Your tías chismeando with you about how handsome he is

-Let’s wrap it up, I got carried away and this is too damn long 😭

-He’s talking to one of your tías when the banda arrived at around 9 p.m

-My man is so confused please help him

-His spidey sense went off before the whole fucking commotion started lmao

-When he realized it was a live group playing and singing traditional music he lost his shit

-Asked you all about it!!! “What is that piano thing!?”, “What is he singing about?”, “Can I learn how to play that?”<3

-Eventually (and with no alcohol needed since he refused to risk doing some stupid shit with your family) he ended up dancing with your tía, her patiently teaching him how to move

-He had a hard time with his big ass boots but somehow managed!!

-Hobie was so happy when you went home ☹️ almost asking when you could come back and if you could cook some carne asada the same way your uncle (his best friend, he called him) did

-“Yo te amo mi amor” He smiled big, kissing you softly before falling asleep “Thanks for letting me meet your family… meant a whole lot y’know?” “‘Course corazón, seeing you there with everyone filled my heart with a joy I have rarely experienced”

-And with that you fell asleep, Hobie dreamt of asada and banda<3

#atsv hobie #hobie brown x latina!reader #hobie brown fanfiction #hobie brown x f!reader #hobie brown x hispanic reader #hobie brown angst #hobie brown #hobie brown x y/n #hobie brown x you #hobie x y/n #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown smut #hobie brown fluff #hobie brown one shot #hobie brainrot #he’s my baby boy #spider man: across the spider verse #spider man across the spider verse #spiderman headcanon #hobie brown headcanons #hobie brown fanart

[spiders-scare-me]

noir hcs

(these are hcs, not actual canon so these are things that are made up and NOT based off the comics)

hc him as 19 yrs old.

joined the spider society because he thought he maybe could do some good by helping others, only to regret it later. genuinely thinks Miguel is kinda a facist.

he also doesn’t regret joining the society because he got to spend time with Ham, Gwen, Peni, Hobie etc.

he and hobie bonded over similar views, became best friends for the last four ish months before Noir quit.

quit because he generally had a bad feeling about miguel, but got worse when he referred to robbie’s death as a canon event.( https://www.tumblr.com/lildoodlenoodle/720268522059612160/if-spider-noir-wasnt-kicked-off-the-elite-spider ) (based off of)

taught hobie how to pickpocket/steal things in different places/shops before he quit. especially shops in Noirs dimension where it was easier to put something in your pocket and leave without anybody noticing.

( https://www.tumblr.com/butevrythinggoesaway/719504366077345792/i-kind-of-headcanon-noir-as-having-kelptomania-so ) (inspired)

Miguel hates him, probably because Noir rivals him in size and also questions the way Miguel runs things around the spider society.

(Miguel is canonically 6’9 and i hc Noir as around 6’5)

Miguel once asked (very rudely) in front of hobie, if Noir only dated Hobie because he was similar to Robbie. You can only IMAGINE what Noir almost did (aka assassinate Miguel) before he was stopped by most spider people who are loyal to Miguel. Basically, Noir went even more crazy because of that since Miguel uses Robbie as a way to get to him.

Noir in fact didn’t want to date anyone because of some stuff that happened, but when he met Hobie and got to know him, he instantly fell in love.

Miguel simply hates Noir, but can’t fire him or kick him out for no reason so Miguel picks on him until he snaps.

he acts like Peni’s older brother, being protective of her. she became depressed after he quit the spider society because she really cared about him.

most likely smokes, Peni hates it and always takes his cigarette from him to put it out. has dumped water on him multiple times. Hobie also puts out Noirs cigarette when he sees him smoking.

humor is his coping mechanism, example (my interpretation of the scenes):

when miles said his uncle was the prowler, Noir responded with “this is a pretty hardcore origin story” which sounds like he’s trying to make the situation a bit lighter by joking a bit.

as well as when aunt may asked if they could fight doc ock outside, he replied with “We don’t pick the ballroom, we just dance”

another one: when he, peni and ham met gwen, miles and peter for the first time, peter asked noir how they got there and he answered with “it’s a long story” only to say right after “maybe not that long”

(I INTERPRET THIS AS HUMOR FIGHT ME)

Hobie paints Noirs nails from time to time because it seems to relax him.

used to wear glasses because he had such bad eyes but now that he sees better because of the whole spider thing, he wears them cuz they’re cool.

his favorite color is purple because of robbie. (angst obvi) ( https://www.tumblr.com/lildoodlenoodle/721163033344425984/me-watching-everyone-on-tumblrtiktok-say-spider )

(based off of)

his relationship with aunt may is so wholesome. she’s against him killing facists etc, but still loves him more than anything.

his style is absolutely IMMACULATE. ( https://www.tumblr.com/spiders-scare-me/723947203857694720/tried-to-find-references-for-30s-mens-fashion-and ) (based off my own post) ( https://www.tumblr.com/spiders-scare-me/723996134618628096/no-stfu-im-so-fucking-obsessed )

i tried :,) don’t bully me

i’ll post more later if it’s wanted obvi

credits to @lildoodlenoodle and @butevrythinggoesaway for the posts i linked <3

#noirpunk #spider noir #spiderman noir #punknoir #peter benjamin parker #spiderman headcanon #spidernoir headcanon #please i tried #peni parker #peter porker #spider ham #sp//dr #hobie brown #spider gwen #gwen stacy #miguel o'hara #robbie robertson #aunt may

[multific]

Take a Chance on Me

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Every day you have been staring at him. The guy you had a crush on but you could never have. One day, on your way home you are saved by the one and only Spider-Man. And you finally feel like you have a friend.

You stared at Peter.

Could he be any more attractive?!

You were supposed to be listening to the teacher but you just couldn't.

Thankfully, Mr Parker decided to sit right in front of said teacher so it wouldn't be that obvious that you were looking.

He was paying attention in class, as should you, but you just couldn't bring yourself to it.

Watching Peter's hair move as he wrote, watching his eyes as he paid attention and focused was much more interesting.

You let out a sigh as you heard the ring, class ended, and so did your daydream.

And now, you could head home.

But first, restroom time.

You headed into a stall when you heard others enter.

"Did you see Y/N staring at Peter again?"

"Yeah, how stupid is she? Thinking he would go for her?!" another girl said, you recognised their voices, you would say they were your bullies but you rather not call them anything to give them attention.

But their words did hurt.

Because you knew they were true.

Peter would never look at you.

So, you had to keep on staring at him from afar. 

When the girls left, you waited a good ten minutes before leaving as well.

You hopped on the bus and home you headed.

When you got off the bus and started walking home you felt as if someone was following you.

You checked behind yourself a couple of times and did see a man following you. Thankfully, there was a shop close by, so you headed in. 

Pretending to be looking at the items, you tried to see if the man left you or if he is in the store with you.

You even asked the cashier girl for help but all she said:

'Who would kidnap your ugly ass anyway?' before she continued to check her phone.

You left and let out a sigh of relief when the man seemed to be gone.

But that is how it was, seemed.

You took two turns before you saw the man yet again.

You let out a sigh, and you were kind of out of ideas now. You knew you needed to find a crowded place, but would anyone help you?

When you took another turn, someone grabbed your jacket and yanked you back, making you fall and hit your head a little on the ground.

The man was saying something and you could see the small pocket knife in his hand.

Then something red came into the picture, and the man was gone.

You blinked a couple of times before finally sound came back and the ringing of your ears stopped. 

This is when you saw Spider-Man fighting the guy. The guy managed to get one cut in which made you shriek as if he cut you.

But soon, the guy was on the floor and the police were on their way.

You let out a sigh as Spider-Man turned to you, "Are you okay?" he asked. "Did he hurt you?" but you could only stare at the wound on his arm. 

"You are hurt." 

"It is nothing."

"You saved me, thank you. Let me help you, I live close by." you grabbed his arm and without thinking, you guided him to your place.

Only when you were in front of him holding some disinfectant to his wound is when you noticed just what you were doing.

"Sorry. You probably don't need my help," you said as you watched him. "You can go... the window," you said pointing and it made him focus on you instead of looking around in your home. "Thank you for saving me."

"Why are you walking home alone?" he asked.

"Well, it isn't late and I have to get home somehow."

"Did you notice him before he attacked you?"

"I did. I went to a store, and asked for help but..."

"They didn't help you?"

"The cashier said I'm too ugly to get kidnapped so..." you shrugged your shoulders. 

"That's awful! What about your boyfriend?" why was he asking these questions?

"I don't have one. But you saved me so, it's all good."

"You should be careful. Ask someone to walk with you if you have to."

"I'm okay. Thank you for worrying. Go and save others." you headed to your window and opened it for him.

You could hear him letting out a sigh.

"I just want you to be safe, Y/N." your eyes widened, how did he know your name? As if he too realized what he just said and bolted out of your window.

You couldn't speak as you watched him swing away.

You couldn't help but wonder, how did he know your name?

---

The next day, you tried again to focus in class and after, you headed for the library.

It was later than you expected when you were finally able to get out of the building and head home.

You took a different route this time, however. 

"You shouldn't be walking alone." you nearly jumped out of your skin at the sudden voice beside you. 

You turned and saw Spider-Man next to you, casually walking.

"You nearly killed me!"

"Sorry, I thought you heard me!"

"I didn't! You landed like a leaf, I couldn't hear you at all!" you said as you gave him an angry look before you continued to walk.

"Long day?" he was quick to follow you.

"Yeah, had to stay at the library. For you?"

"Oh, no rather quiet today, I prefer that."

"How's your arm?" 

"Better! Thank you! And how are you? I see you are on a different route."

"Yeah... after yesterday I prefer the more crowded one."

"Understandable." a silence fell between you two as you continued to walk home. People often stopped him for pictures and you weren't sure if you should stop with him or what.

Soon, you two reached your home.

"Uh, thank you for walking me home, but you really don't have to. I can take care of myself."

"No problem. It is my duty as a superhero to help." you smiled then you remembered something that had been bothering you for the entire day.

"How did you know my name?" you could see him freeze for a moment.

"Oh, it is my duty as a superhero."

"Seems like you have a lot of duties. So, you know most people's names?"

"Not all of course, but I know many."

"Ah, okay. Have a good day then." you offered him one last smile before heading inside.

Why did you let yourself believe that you were special? Even just for a moment.

Of course, he would know most people.

He is a superhero! He saves people. You were only one out of the many.

---

However from that day on, almost every day, he walked you home. He was honestly very sweet and kind, but you felt guilty for taking up his time.

But he didn't seem to mind it, and you were certainly not going to tell him to stop.

He was your only friend.

And you didn't want to ruin it.

So, you spent your days daydreaming about Peter Parker, walking home with Spider-Man, and arriving home before repeating everything.

Your life was boring, but who else could say that Spider-Man was their friend?

Not many, you bet.

Peter on the other hand felt happy and sad at the same time.

It's been a long time now since he wanted to talk to you, and when he was finally able to, he had a mask separating the two of you.

He was too nervous to talk to you as Peter Parker, but Spider-Man feared nothing.

And to think he almost blew everything when he said your name...

At least now he could be closer to you, not in the way he wanted to, but it was something.

It became your normal, meeting Spider-Man and when you didn't, you knew he had something going on.

One late evening, you were walking home alone. Losing track of time after another long day, what was new?

You went into a convenience store grabbing some quick food before heading to the bus. You got on the bus and sat down at the back.

At the next stop, a rather familiar face got onto the bus, Peter Parker.

And of course, he had to sit just by the door so he would see you when you needed to get off... great.

You took a deep breath before he noticed you.

"Oh, Y/N, how nice to see you." you were a bit taken aback by his openness. He never spoke to you in school this way, and he acted as if he was your best friend or something.

He must have realized your sudden change in demeanour as he sat down across from you on the bus.

"Late study session?" he asked and you nodded. "I have many of those. You will be fine."

"Thank you." you said as you gave him a smile before moving to get off the bus at your stop. "See you in school." you said before waving to him goodbye and getting off.

Just as you turned the corner a familiar person came into view as he landed right beside you.

"You really need to stop scaring me." you said as you looked at him.

"Yes, well I-" he suddenly scooped you up and swung away with you. Just as you looked back down, you saw and heard the explosion go off. You two landed on the nearby rooftop.

"Are you okay?" he asked and you quickly nodded, yes.

"Go check it out." you said and he was quick to swing back into action.

You let out a long sigh. 

After about ten minutes you collected yourself and you debated leaving.

Should you wait for him? He might be too busy anyway.

So, you decided to leave instead.

But just as you did you heard a sinister laugh before someone scooped you up once again. But this time it wasn't Spider-Man. 

You nearly screamed when you realized that it was the Green Goblin. He flew so high, your fear of heights didn't help the situation one bit.

You desperately clung to him in your panic. 

But he just laughed.

"Catch!" he yelled before dropping you. You were high, right above a busy street.

You screamed as you saw Spider-Man follow you down.

He ended up catching you and swinging you away to a nearby roof.

"Are you okay?" he asked with such panic in his voice it nearly broke your heart.

"I'm good, thank you." but you made the mistake and looked down. You shouldn't have. The top of the Empire State Building wasn't so inviting when you didn't have anything to protect you so you cling right back into Spider-Man's arms. "Can you...uhh..."

"Yes, yes sorry." you closed your eyes shut as you just felt him move and soon your feet met the ground, your knees started shaking as you nearly fell, if it wasn't for him holding you up.

"Are you sure you are good?" he asked.

"Yes. Thanks." you tightened your hands around your bag before taking a step, testing the waters. You walked a bit before you turned only to see he followed you. "I'm good. Go catch the... green thingy." you said before turning once more and walking.

"You are going the wrong way." you stopped and looked at him as he pointed the other way. "You live that way." 

"Oh." is all you said before you turned and headed the correct way. "Thank you." 

You heard him follow you, but you didn't mind. You were still in shock.

"Thank you." you said one last time before you entered your home, you went to take a shower and sleep.

The next day you didn't have classes, so you decided to clean the house and get some groceries.

In the grocery store, you noticed Peter, you gave him a small wave and smile.

"Hi." he said as he walked over to you. "How are you today?" he asked, you found it strange but then you remembered you met with him yesterday when you were dead tired.

"Oh, I'm much better, had a nice long sleep."

"Good to hear, usually coffee helps me but- Sorry. I'm babling."

"Not at all. I usually drink tea, not a huge fan of coffee."

"Oh? Never met a person who didn't like coffee."

"I like it, I just prefer tea." you smiled at him before grabbing some chips and putting them into your basket.

"I don't want to sound weird or creepy but I really like you and I would like to go on a date with you."

"Sorry?" you asked, confused and shocked.

"I was wondering if you wanted to go out on a date with me?"

You looked around yourself, there was no one else in the aisle. 

"Me?"

"Yes." he laughed a little and nodded.

"I-Yeah, sure." you were dreaming or dead. Yes, you actually died yesterday and you were in heaven now."

"Brilliant! I will pick you up tonight 6pm? Dinner?"

"Sounds...good."

"Great! Have a nice day!"

You were still in shock for the rest of the day. You didn't even realize that Peter never actually asked for your address. So, was it just a prank?

It wasn't.

Exactly at 6 Peter stood in front of your apartment. You could barely believe it.

"You look lovely!" he said as he approached you.

"Thanks." you were at a loss for words. "How did you know where I live?"

"Oh, I overheard you talking about it once."

Weird.

You don't remember ever discussing it nor did you understand how he can remember.

But you went along with it.

Somehow.

It was a huge red flag that you decided to ignore for now.

The date he planned was simple, simple yet really nice. A simple dinner and a walk in the park.

After the second hour, you started to feel more comfortable around him and you could tell he was the same.

He smiled a lot, which made it very difficult for you to actually pay attention to what he was saying.

Both of you sat down on a bench, enjoying the nice weather as the city around you never stopped.

"Can I be very honest with you, Y/N?" 

"Of course, Peter."

"I have liked you for a very long time now. I kept staring at you on campus... I felt like a creep." 

"Peter-"

"Look, I understand it is creepy and weird, but I did it because I really liked you. You are so smart and interesting."

"Peter... I feel the same. I always stared at you in class."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes. So, it was very weird when you asked me out so suddenly. I genuinely thought you never even noticed me."

"I did! I notice you." Peter leaned back on the bench looking at a tree across from you as he let out a sigh. "I'm truly blind. I should have noticed and asked you sooner, but I didn't think you would like a nerd like me."

You didn't know what to say. You never noticed him, instead, you thought you were the creep here, as he looked at you, you offered him a smile. 

He slowly leaned in and you met him halfway for a gentle kiss.

It was only your first date, you needed to calm down.

But just the way his lips felt against yours, the way you could smell his cologne, and you could just tell that he was just as nervous as you were.

It was a slow and gentle kiss which ended very soon. 

Too soon, but it also made you very happy.

"So, I guess you are my girlfriend now."

"I guess, I am." you smiled at him as his hand found yours and he intertwined his fingers with yours. 

You never felt happier in your entire life.

Peter then walked you home and offered you one last kiss before he too headed home. He promised to call you tomorrow.

You went to bed thinking if this really happen or did you just have some sort of a fever dream.

But the smile never left your face.

Not even the next day when you anxiously waited for the call.

A call that never came.

You started to doubt if you gave the correct phone number. Did you put in the wrong one by accident? What if you mistyped and now he thinks you played him?

All kinds of thoughts rolled around in your head for the entire day.

You were so nervous, angry and then nervous again. It was a roller coaster.

A roller coaster which was cut short by a loud bang on your window.

You looked out and only saw the red before you opened it and Spider-Man climbed in.

"Oh my-" you couldn't even finish your sentence because he just collapsed onto the floor, with his back against the counter, you ran to get the first aid kit.

He was breathing but he was bleeding. 

By the time you arrived back, he had his shirt almost completely off as he showed you his deep cut that ran across his stomach. You also saw bruises forming.

"Couch!" you said as you guided him to lie down.

Once he was laying down, you grabbed your kit and started to clean his wound.

You didn't want to ask what happened, you kind of figured.

He ran into the bad guy, but you could guess 'You should see the other guy'.

"Do you need water? Or food? I can leave you to eat and drink without your mask."

"Water, please." you nodded and rushed to get him some water before returning. When you saw his hair you immediately turned to give him privacy as you handed him the water.

"Thank you." you heard him say before you heard him put the glass down. "Y/N... You will think I'm a creep, that I'm insane but, please... look at me."

"I can't. Your identity is secret for a reason."

"I don't care, I nearly died today and I realized many things. I realized that I didn't want to lose you because I love you."

You barely registered what he was saying, you blamed the blood loss.

"T-That's sweet but I have a boyfriend now."

"I know. It's me." this made you whip your head around so fast you nearly gave yourself whiplash. And indeed, it was Peter Parker on your couch.

"What?"

"I'm Spider-Man."

"No, I got that but...WHAT?!" you clearly didn't get it. So many things ran through your head but now it made sense how he knew where you lived. "So, you have... oh gosh." now you were thinking if you said anything weird, thankfully you didn't, but you could recall times when you almost did. Which almost made you cringe so hard you almost fell.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I am a creep and I lied to you so I can get close to you because I was too nervous to talk to you as Peter."

"I always stared at you in class." you suddenly blurred out. "And the others caught on, they always bullied me, saying you were too good for me, that I am only a loser. So I'm just as big of a creep as you are." his hand held yours as you kept staring into his eyes.

His perfect eyes.

"I do really like you, Peter. Spider-Man or not. I just... I always liked you."

"So did I." he smiled a little. 

"I just wasn't sure... after Gwen..."

"This is so much different than Gwen. I did love her, but I know that I can love you more. We fit together, I saved you, I was watching you walk home... almost every night, just so I can be sure that you are safe."

"Peter, I appreciate it, really. I just want you to be happy."

"And I-We-We will be." you gave him a smile as he moved but then hissed out in pain. 

"Don't move." you said as you moved closer to him, letting his lips meet yours.

You felt his palm cup your cheek as he kissed you with so many promises.

And from that day on, you could say that Spider-Man was your boyfriend.

Your life was boring, but who else could say that Spider-Man was their boyfriend?

Not many, you bet. 

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[brightbertalt]

hobie brown x reader!!

a/n - creaming, foaming at the mouth, crying, sucking dick, anyways— yeah he’s hot and we need more fanfiction for him.

warnings - language, mentions of smoking, drinking, drink-spiking, and british people….

first meet!

first of all AUUUUUGGHHH he’s so HOTTTT

I would say that you guys met at one of his concerts

the place was definitely super sketchy, the whole place was lit up by string lights, which didn’t offer much

the whole place smelled like cigarettes and cheap booze, and you were pretty sure that this was just some guy’s basement at this point

the concert just finished, and you decided to grab a drink and sit down for a little bit

what else were you doing anyways?

you didn’t see anywhere else to sit, so the corner seemed like a good place for now

you sat there for a little bit, looking at everyone chatting, smoking, drinking, making out or whatever

“ey, you like the show?”

you looked up. jesus, he was tall. it might be the alcohol, or the dark room, or the fact that he was already 6 feet tall and he wore platforms, but hot damn.

“you good?”

he waved his hand in front of your face, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“yeah. was really good..”

“first time at a show?”

you looked down. you didn’t feel that well.

“yeah, uhm, it’s the first.”

he grabbed your drink from you, looking at it before pouring it on the floor.

“yeah, ‘cuz you don’t know how to check your drink.”

your stomach dropped. it could be from the realization of what could have happened, but most likely because you felt like throwing up. you stumbled to your feet, and hobie helped you to the garbage can next to the door. despite his appearance, he was extremely good at comforting you when you got sick. he kept his hand on your back, making sure to tell you:

“it’s okay, you’re not gonna die. not today at least.”

after the whole episode, you were exhausted. you just wanted to go home and forget about the whole night. of course this happened at your first show, you wanted to forget about all this and go on with your life. the next thing that happened was a huge blur. all you remember was being high above the city streets, and the wind against your face. someone holding you tightly.

you woke up in your own bed. as soon as you opened your eyes, your head hurt to high hell. it felt like someone was opening and closing your skull like a book. you turned over, looking towards your window. someone had left a sticky note. you got up, still in your outfit from last night, and stumbled over to the note. you quickly grabbed it and immediately sat back down, feeling sick.

‘NEXT GIG - SOUTH STREET BAR TONIGHT!’

there was something scribbled at the bottom.

‘(XXX)-XXX-XXXX IF U NEED HELP WITH CREEPS’

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[tinyspiderbeat]

Cg!Hobie Brown headcanons

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- Hobie is your punk dad in a way, ofc not actual dad but he has the vibes for sure- This man would take you out to so many places and just blare music for funzies

- A very good caregiver actually!! He spoils his littles with a lot of stuff (mostly stolen but it’s the thought that counts, right?) Hobie has definitely stolen stuffed animals for Miles and Pavitr and Gwen even though she doesn’t regress.

- Doesn’t know how to cook, so he definitely orders out a lot or snags stuff from Spidey HQ to feed himself and his littles, Hobie is in the process of learning from Pavitr’s auntie though!! So don’t entirely discount him!!

- Has the patience for autistic or non verbal littles, can listen to cues very well even if they aren’t even that obvious. Miles is getting overstimulated and starts to shrink into himself? Hobie has found an excuse to drag them both away to play games or just relax.

- Loves to play for his littles!! Lets them play his guitar as well- Although he is closely monitoring them to make sure nothing bad happens to the guitar or his baby gets upset with the notes not sounding right.

- Absolute praise and nickname machine! You eat at least one thing? even if it was a snack? “Nice job, rockstar!” you stand up for yourself in a situation? “They deserved it, i’m proud of you bug.” he is such a sweet caregiver despite his tougher outside appearance it’s really really nice!

- During the events of ATSV he was a comfort spot for all the spidey squad, although it was a back and forth situation!! Everyone was everyone’s safe place and it totally drove him into some form of a babysitter headspace.

- “Hate the AM, Hate the PM”- This dude will definitely try to introduce british food to his littles and try to hold back laughter when they groan out of slight disgust but will absolutely praise them for trying it in the first place no matter what.

- Despite me hcing him as a caregiver i do believe he’s somewhat of a flip- having a lean towards being a caregiver though just out of comfort and some distrust towards the people around him. (whoever you think of can work here for sure)

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[spidey-x-male-reader]

i just got so excited when you said you wanted to write for Hobie Brown UGH hes just so pookie bear 😽

could you do some relationship hcs ?? (bonus points if reader is the same height or taller then him 😼)

gn reader or male reader would be perfect!! ty ^^

Headcanon: Dating Hobie Brown

Requested: yes / no

Warning: use of the f word

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

MASTERLIST

Goddammit Hobie is literally the best boyfriend 

That guy randomly shows up, climbing in through your window and is like “let’s hang out”

You have to get used to chaos everywhere you two go

You go onto the most adventurous dates

Sometimes those dates are dangerous too and sometimes just a little illegal. You’ll get used to it

“eh…Hobie? Should we be here?” “nope”

He gives you support with whatever you do

You can do the most stupid shit, if you’re sure about it, he gives you his full support

He just stands there and is like “Yeah! That’s my boyfriend!”

You tell him that you always wanted to do something? Well guess what he has planned for the next day

That man lays down the world to your feet and then starts rambling about how you shouldn’t use this as dictatorship though

You’ll have to do get used to loud music and shitty jokes

No i will not elaborate 

He doesn’t seem like he pays attention sometimes but he listens to everything you says

You mention your favourite food on the side? Congratulations. He now has that one memorised forever and will (try to) cook it for you at some point 

And if you’re taller than him? He’ll never hear the end of it

He sometimes lets you use him as an armrest though, but only because you asked so much and he loves you

If you’re not good at playing music he constantly lets you watch any kind of performance he has with his band, making sure you feel included the whole time

“And before our next song starts, who’s this mighty fine fella in the first row?” “Hobie I swear to god.”

He sometimes tells you about the missions he went on while you sew his costume back up after it eventually ripped somewhere

(He’s so fucking thankful for that)

And last but not least

THAT MAN APPRECIATES AND LOVES YOU FOR WHO YOU ARE BECAUSE YOU’RE PERFECT JUST THE WAY YOU ARE

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[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 10

Miguel O’Hara + Aphrodisiacs

Reader is a scorpion variant cuz I love scorpion. This is shorter than yesterday, but i hope yall still enjoy.

Kinktober 2023 masterlist

You were an abnormality, having been picked up by a sudden portal and sent to a different dimension in the middle of a fight with your original spiderman. You were similar to most versions of scorpions in the fact that you gained your powers from chemicals and radiation, but where other scorpions wouldn’t survive without their suits, you were just fine.

You got uncomfortable at times, like your skin didn’t fit quite right, but a good full body scrub with a rough sponge made most of it go away. You had a theory it had to do with the fact that scorpions changes exoskeletons at times, and your accelerated healing factor might make your skin thicker than it should be, leading to you rubbing up against things and scratching when it got uncomfortable.

You still had a suit that you went around in, as you yourself didn’t possess a tail, though you did have poison and venom in your own body you could trigger through your fingers and mouth. Apparently producing your own poison was rare in scorpion variants, as none of the colourful spiders that came at you expected it when you clawed at them.

The big red and blue one with the elbow spikes definitely didn’t expect you to bite him, but he bit you first, so acting on instinct you struck the closest thing, which happened to be his wide shoulder. Your poison and his venom seemed to mix strangely, as you didn’t go limp like others, but you did become loopy and distracted, your body feeling hot and uncomfortable, somewhat similar to when your skin became too much.

Miquel was as affected as you, his body heating up as arousal brewed in his body, but he was better at hiding it under his suit than you, as your helmet left the lower half of your face exposed. The spiders were able to bring you to HQ, all assuming you weren’t all there because of Miguels venom, which was somewhat correct. You didn’t even pick up on them joking about your sharp canines, or how they seemed to be dripping enough venom to run down your chin. They all seemed a little tense when they saw the venom hit the floor and sizzle like acid though.

For one reason or another, Miquel seemed as feral as yourself though it could be hidden in the way he normally prowled and was standoffish to the people around him, but the feeling in his abdomen kept pulling his attention to you. Miguel could feel his tongue tingle with the deep need to taste you, something deeply instinctual inside him almost roaring to have you, one way or another.

Neither of you were completely sure how you got from one place to the next, maybe Miguel made some excuse to want to check out your poison to find a cure, as he wasn’t the only one who had been slashed with the stuff, though he was the only one bitten. But before you knew it, you were alone in the place some called Miguels cave or office.

Miguel gripped the edge of his desk, trying to collect himself, but his attempts were ruined as he picked up the sounds of groaning behind him. Snapping his head around he felt the heat inside him flare and his crotch ache, there you were, laying on the ground, the upper part of your suit completely gone as you rubbed against the floor like a cat in heat.

You felt so hot and uncomfortable, and the tightness of your gear wasn’t helping, your skin felt raw as you rubbed against the cold floor, but it wasn’t enough. Your head swam as you started clawing at your torso, dragging your sharpened nails across your skin, only serving to make your state worse as more of your poison mixed with Miguel’s venom.

Miguel felt the last of his will snap as you groaned, snapping your jaws upwards like you wanted to sink your teeth into something or someone. Before he could comprehend it, Miguel found himself above you, his suit flickering out of existence as you tore off the bottom of your suit. You were both too desperate, feeling almost high, to even fully get anywhere, as you two rutted against each other.

You found yourselves biting each other, only shooting more of your poison and venom into the other and making you both burn even further, your torsos covered in a slick mess of cum and sweat as you kept grinding and rutting. Kissing only seemed to make it worse, as you both got to taste the others venom from the source, both of your minds clouding even further and narrowing down to the act of getting off.

It became a blurry mess of limbs, spit, venom and other bodily fluids, but at some point even your shared evolved biology seemed to be worn out from the act, even though your bodies clearly wanted to keep going. Even as everything started going dark, your hips were still moving, grinding aching lengths together and lips sealed together in a poor desperate attempt at a kiss.

Lyla tsked as she watched the two of you pass out in a gross pile of limbs, both still twitching and tense from the mixture of venom and poison clashing in your bodies. She was never gonna let Miguel live this down, ever, but she made sure to note down your dimension number in case Miguel needed an outlet like this again.

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[married-to-google-translater]

Miguel O'hara fluffy headcanon

Miguel really wouldn't normally be a fluffy friend.

Don't get him wrong.

Miguel really loves and cares about you.

But he still remembers his previous loss.

And he is really afraid that it will happen again.

Sometimes this makes it the hardest for him to be open.

However, Miguel would really love it when you express your love.

He would usually be a big spoon.

Miguel would love to be able to pull you into his arms after a hard day's work.

His hugs would be a little tight.

Miguel would also be a big spoon in nighttime cuddles.

He wouldn't be PDA's greatest friend.

Maybe holding hands at most if you go somewhere.

Miguel's kisses would be wild and possessive.

He would love the way your mouth felt against his.

kisses can be long

Love bites are also a thing with Miguel.

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