#atsv x gn reader

[narcissistshandler]

giving miguel head while he explains complicated concepts of the multiverse. 😳 at first he chuckles when reader requests this, but he starts to struggle and lose track of what he was talking about. his voice becomes more desperate as he tries to explain all this stuff he knows to reader with his talons gripping at his love’s skull and his voice shaking and melting into pretty breathy moans until he can’t think of what he was talking about and instead fucks reader’s throat til he’s an overstimulated, sobbing mess

𝗧𝗘𝗔𝗖𝗛 𝗠𝗘

✧ 𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦 gn!reader x miguel o'hara

✧ 𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 blowjob (reader giving), deep throat, slight overstimulation at the end, reader has no gender or genitalia mentioned, a little of blood

✧ 𝖠/𝖭 This was in my drafts for two weeks and honestly I don't remember what/how I wrote half of it, but still, this request was delicious

"—Are you listening to me?"

You blinked, seeming to come back to reality and looked into Miguel's judgmental brown eyes.

"I've been speaking Spanish for the last ten minutes," he continued before you had time to speak.

"I am," you insisted. Your first instinct was to lie. The truth was no, you weren't paying the slightest attention to any of all that complicated science and physics coming out of Miguel's mouth, even though from the beginning your focus hadn't left his lips framing every complex and long word, occasionally rising to appreciate that expression of concentration on his usually serious face that shouldn't be so erotic to anyone but you.

Miguel's eyes fell to your lap, as if he could see through the pillow you were holding, his brow immediately frowning in that way that indicated his bad mood.

"So what is the simple concept of what constitutes a Multiverse?" he questioned, sounding so much like a hot, strict teacher that you felt your sex throb in response, too distracted to even try to think of an answer. "What are the ways to overcome the barriers that separate our world from other universes?" Silence. "What happens when there is a divergence in events? Where does the variety of these universes originate?"

You knew the answer to some of these questions as someone who had heard more than enough about this subject: the multiverse was nothing more than the aggregate of parallel realities and bla bla bla. But that wasn't what Miguel wanted to hear, he wanted concise, long and scientifically coherent answers and that's why you preferred to keep your mouth shut.

"You weren't listening," he concluded with a sigh.

"Keep talking, I'll pay attention this time."

Miguel looked into your darkened eyes, noting the warm innuendo in your tone and then once again, his attention fell to the pillow that covered your lap. "You're excited," he observed, then continued seeming disgusted and irritated: "Why? Physics does that to you?"

“You do this to me,” you said. Miguel's expression seemed to become even darker. "You always seem so focused and intelligent while talking about these things I can't understand, it's sexy."

"You were the one who asked me to teach you, I didn't know this was a fantasy of yours," he pointed out.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry," you asked soflty as you got up from the sofa where you sat next to Miguel and fell to your knees in front of his feet, your hands running up his bare legs until they slid under the hem of his shorts. "Continue teaching me, please? I promise I'll pay attention this time."

Miguel half growled at you, not seeming too willing to indulge in your fantasies even as his legs opened in pure muscle memory to give you room to fit between them and desire flashed in his eyes.

"How are you supposed to pay attention to what I say with my penis in your mouth? That doesn't seem like a very concise teaching method." Even with you kneeling in front of him on the floor of the apartment's living room, Miguel seemed genuinely concerned about teaching you some real knowledge about multiverse.

You rubbed your hand against the bulge in his shorts to bring him to hardness, laughing a little at how genuine Miguel was sometimes.

"You talk, I listen, then you can test me to see if I really learned something or not."

Miguel opened his mouth, looking ready to retort with some argument, but your fingers fitting into the elastic waistband of his shorts was enough to make him swallow back his words. “Okay,” he agreed finally, lifting his hips off the couch to let you pull his shorts down his legs and discard them on the floor.

"Without underwear?" You inquired teasingly, your fingers closing around Miguel's thick cock that was slowly getting hard for you and pulling him into slow, steady thrusts.

Miguel sighed at the sudden touch, a light blush coloring his cheeks at the teasing.

"Back to the beginning," he started to say, ignoring your words. "When we talk about the Multiverse, this refers to a conception of multiple universes or parallel realities existing simultaneously. Together, these universes are presumed to comprise everything that exists: the entirety of space, time, matter, energy..."

Your tongue trailed in a wet line from the base to the head, interrupting Miguel's speech as he trailed off with a soft sigh.

That usual satisfaction made you smile between the licks you dragged along his length, feeling the pulsation of the bulging veins against your tongue, your fingers keeping his dick firm at the base. Your lips parted, gently sucking the side of the bulbous, red head where drops of precum were beginning to leak.

Miguel let out the most beautiful moan, one of his hands falling into your hair.

“Oh,” he sighed softly, voice already falling into that deep tone that always did things to you. You looked up at the same time you slid your tongue over the slit leaking from his cock; Miguel's eyes met yours, warm and shining. He took a deep breath and continued speaking: "In the concept of multiverse, a scheme is imagined in which... all universes aggregate each other across an infinite vastness..."

He looked so composed even with your mouth on his dick and you wanted to break that composure of his until it became nothing, until his mind stopped working and the only coherent thought he had left was fucking your throat.

Miguel doesn't stop talking when your fingers tighten around his length in a grip that borders on painful and your mouth opens so you can take his length. His cock filled your mouth, the warm, smooth skin sliding over your tongue and inward in a delicious, welcome weight that made your skin tingle. Almost instinctively, you searched for more, leaning forward and taking him deeper, your free hand feeling Miguel's thigh muscles tense under your touch.

Saliva pooled in your mouth and as soon as you pulled your head back, spit slid down his length to his heavy balls and a wet line ran down your chin, a mess you knew Miguel liked. As expected, his breathing stuttered and you saw him losing his train of thought at the sight of your saliva-glossy lips stretching around the thickness of his dick.

"...In addition to the state superpos- superposition property, there are many other phenomena that occur as quantum-scale systems, such as quantum tunneling, quantum e-entanglement..."

The firm fingers tangled in the strands of your hair suddenly became sharper, like thick needles scratching your scalp. The threat of the grab hung in the air, filling your stomach with a tense heat as you realized they were Miguel's deadly talons, which could penetrate through the fragility of your skin in seconds and even an accidental scratch could draw blood. This realization shook you to the core and a moan rose in your throat.

"... So you can connect gravity and the other three forces in an apparently firm way?" he panted, sweat glistening on his forehead. "Dios mío."

It took you a few seconds to understand the jumbled words that came out of his mouth, but when you did you knew that you had achieved your objective, as the argument didn't seem to fit into any part of the multiverse theory.

Tears blocked the corners of your vision, jaw opening wider to take Miguel's cock deeper, the tip slapping against your cheek and tongue before going deeper, and then more and more. The salty taste of precum, sweat, and something else you could only describe as Miguel's taste rising in the back of your throat, clouding all your senses and pushing away the urgency burning between your legs. All that mattered was Miguel.

At that moment, your entire world was just Miguel's body contracting on the couch under the heat of your mouth, the heavy leg he had thrown over your shoulder and his heel digging into your shoulder blade in an attempt to bring you impossibly closer. There was a distinct feeling of discomfort growing in your body, Miguel's grip was strong and painful, his rationality seemed to have dissolved under the pleasure.

"[n-name] [name] [name] [name], por favor." The beautiful moans of your name in his voice echoed through the room in repeated, stammered repetitions.

The gag reflex kicked in, the bulbous head of Miguel's cock pressing past the tightness of your throat. Your eyes closed in an attempt to fight the immediate instinct to choke and suffocate, the desire to give Miguel everything he wanted was stronger. You willingly obeyed the grip of the talons on your head keeping you still, your mouth falling open and easy for the deep thrusts.

Resisting him, the urgency with which his hips undulated, as if he needed the pleasure to breathe, felt equal to having at least one pulled muscle and a deep cut left behind.

Fortunately, fighting him was far from your intention.

You could feel as his dick twitched inside your mouth and the thick, salty liquid filled your throat, which rose and fell as you swallowed. Your eyes opened, tears running down your cheeks, you closed your lips around Miguel's pulsing length, sucking. Miguel's reaction was lascivious, his thrusts becoming erratic, whole body shaking violently, his talons sinking at least a few centimeters into your skin, until it breaks under the pressure.

Hot liquid ran down the back of your neck, the pain was a distant thing in your warm body, your fingers digging into the soft skin of Miguel's thighs as you pressed the nose against the curly hair of his groin. Miguel whimpered as his cock continued to spurt small jets deep down your throat, tears glistening in his eyes and fangs sinking into the lower lip.

You had lied again, you hadn't paid attention to anything he said, but it didn't matter since you doubted that Miguel remembered what even was a subatomic particle now.

#x male reader #x gn reader #across the spiderverse x reader #across the spiderverse x male reader #across the spiderverse x gn reader #miguel o'hara x male reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x gender neutral reader #miguel o'hara x y/n #atsv x male reader #atsv x gn reader #atsv x reader #atsv smut

[yourlocalstranger123]

(I think my humor is broken from how I'm slightly laughing—)

You'll just have to read the whole thing to find out 😊

Part 1

Red: Miguel

@diegojeanne @one-green-frog

Note!!!!!: PLEASE TELL ME IF I MISS ANYTHING TO WARN 😭😭😭😭😭

Warnings: slightly yandere/possessive Miguel? fluff to slight angst to fluff ehe and its like pretty long (I dare you to read the whole thing 😈) also has some cuss words.

°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°♤°•°•°•°•°•°•°•° •°|MERMAID! MIGUEL|°• °•°•°•°•°•°•°•°♡°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

You didn't expect to get slapped in the face by his tail. Honestly! What was his problem? He was the one who was at fault for going into the fish trap you set.

You stood there, trying to cover your mouth from laughing at the situation while Miguel looked like he was about to smack the sh—t out of you.

"How did you even g- get, pfft—...get trapped"

You slightly laughed, small tears forming in your eyes from holding back. Miguel just dead-panned. He rolls his eyes, asking you to help him already. You come back with a scissor in your hand as you cut the this ropes of the net off.

The net wrapped around his body tightly, so some of it left some marks. He stretched his back, finally going back to the water as his head was still up from the water. You grabbed some fish that was given to you a few hours ago before he got caught. You already grilled it, so you just gave it to him....

Miguel didn't grab it. Just staring at you as if expecting something. "Here. Take it?" You said. Slightly frustrated and wondering why he isn't taking it. He frown, forming a small pout as he just turned around and ignored you. You were dumb founded but remembered something,,

He watches you cook the fish and take a bite out of it. You offered one to him as he took a bite out of it. After a few minutes, he tugged your sleeves. Looking at you as if waiting for you to feed him again. Sighing, you broke off a piece and fed it to him.

Did he....want you to feed him again??? You quietly chuckled at the fact as you looked at him, still pouting. You ripped off a piece, putting it on your palm as you put your hand in front of his face. He tilted his head, still having a toothy frown, but he quickly ate it from your palm, feeling him chewing on it.

It was getting dark. You stood up and wiped away the sand on your pants. Miguel tugged your sleeve, "where are you going?" He asked. Not wanting you to leave him just yet...

You explained you needed to go back home and sleep, but Miguel just said to sleep here. But of course, you don't want sand in your hair right now, so you say no. Miguel just frowned, he launched himself on you, not letting go.

As he hugged your waist (no matter if his fingers are not touching or is), he snuggled your back as he begged, demanded for you to stay.

You did not get any sleep as you let half of your body sink into the ocean, but the sand underneath was high enough for you to sit as Miguel let his head on your lap. Sometimes, you wonder why you go for such lengths for a Merman. Your legs are literally shivering and trembling when you can finally get out of the water.

Miguel took note of this so lately, Miguel has been on land with his fish tail. He's been trying to suprise you when you were in your small house, you heard a knock. Maybe it was from a far away rich visitor, but nope, it was Miguel on the floor with sand all over. You sighed and either carried him or just dragged him by the arms or even tail.

You wonder if he'll ever get legs like Ariel as you water off the sand on his body. Your mind was drifting away in thoughts until you heard Miguel breathe hitched. Looking down at the hand position, you realized that your hand is on his chest.Although, you're brain hasn't processed and just did a slightly squeeze—

"AhH-!"

'......"

Miguel smacks your face with his tail, and since the door is closed, Miguel just had to crawl over to your bed, covering himself with the blanket as your face flushed and steam coming off on your head.

"Miguel, did you just-"

"SHUT—!"

"....but-"

"CÁLLETE!"

You couldn't get into contact with him for weeks. You were actually getting slightly worried. Until you flinched and felt your heart sank when you suddenly got dragged into the water. Trying to pry off the hands that was tightly wrapping around your waist. You finally give up and just accept your fate as your vision becomes dark.

You woke up and choke on some water that was still in your lungs, while a hand was patting your back. Still coughing violently as small tears start forming in your eyes. Looking to the direction from the hand, you finally fully processed what was going on. You were about to beat the sh-t to the person who dragged you down until you found out it was Miguel?! Wait....how tf are you still breathing under water-

You touched your neck, feeling gills on it. Miguel looks away, ignoring your stern stare. "MIGUEL?! DID YOU REALLY DO THIS TO ME??" You pointed at the gills that were formed on your neck, Miguel still looking away guilty. Miguel mumbled something that it won't be permanent, so you sighed a relief.

You flinched when he hugged you, and you felt hot tears on your shoulder. "*hic* don't leave me....please, I won't do it again"

You were cunfused until you remembered when you were slightly conscious.

"[Name]?" Miguel said. Laying his head on your chest, he panicked when he only felt a faint thump from your heart. "[NAME]?! Please..! Wake up! I know you're awake.....Please...I don't wanna lose you, " He sobbed. Holding you in his arms as he held your hand. "Please...I beg you" he whispered, voice cracking.

Slumping back from the headache you felt after remembering. Miguel still holding your hand. It seems like he fell asleep on you....You look around seeing....holy shit. Other mermaids and mermans??? You stared at them back then went started laying down as your soul suddenly ascended. 'Why am I here....just to suffer' (they're still wondering how tf you made Miguel cry. [They never saw him cry])

After some time, you found out that Miguel dragged you into the mermaid society (haha, it's a spider society except its mermaids, heh). Everyone stared at you because you had....✨️LEGS✨️

You soon found out Miguel is the leader of the mermaid society. He's been dragging you everywhere he goes to. You also found out that dimensions were real?! It's a miracle you didn't throw up or pass out from how dizzy after you went through the portal seriously!

You tried escaping going to land, but Miguel captures you and clings onto you 24/7 now, which makes it impossible to go back.

You. Felt. DRAINED. you just mostly sleep all the time or watch Miguel and talk to the others. Hobie was curious about punk rock music ever since he heard it. He kept asking about it and would love to hear you play it! You knew that love sick Miles was sooo in love with Gwen, which you and Pav and perhaps even Hobie teases him.

Peter, makes let's you babysit Mayday when he's busy, even just watching you and etc. Mayday was always curious about your legs, you were so different from other mermaids! (Because you ain't one)

Honestly. You were enjoying being under water, already used to the stares. Except when you were almost experimented with by a mermaid scientist or similar ones. Especially one of those crazy ones. Sighing tiredly, you opened the door to your 'room', feeling homesick lately until....you found Miguel with LEGS?????

Miguel flinched at the sound of the door creaking open, freezing when he got caught by you. "Miguel....you had legs— MPH-!"

Miguel quickly covered your mouth. You would've felt intimidated if you didn't see the faint blush on the tips of his ears. "I'm only testing a device.....so be quiet, alright?" (wow. Even an underwater society is more advanced)

(Bro doesn't want to be found out that he can have ✨️legs✨️)

—to be continued—

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[ghosts-post]

imagine being Miguel's spouse who's just a normal civilian but one day a portal opens and it's jess drew coming to get you because miguel was having a temper tantrum and you were the only one who could calm him

Honestly very cute idea!! I imagine the reader being like way shorter then Miguel going with my height here and that’s 5’7 so he’s over a foot taller then you. However you can hold your ground with him and know how to deal with his ‘little’ outbursts. Sorry there’s no real argument or yelling I didn’t have any good ideas for it

Basically all fluff because I’m awful at angst, however if you want an angst version I can definitely give it a try!

Miguel O’Hara X GN reader

It was like every other day really. You had woken up with your husband in your shared apartment enjoyed breakfast together and then he was off to save the multiverse. You had known he was Spider-Man since before you started dating. You had found out one night when you found him on your walk back to your apartment late one night bruised and bloody from a battle, you did all you could to bandage him up and make sure he was comfortable that night. Since then he had a soft spot for you. That soft spot gradually grew to a fondness and then even love. He came to you with his talk about the multiverse since you always had a way for calming his nerves. When he came up with the spider society you were with him every step of the way in your own ways. Packing him his favorite food for lunch, leaving encouraging notes in his office, texting and calling him to have little check ups and making sure he was taking care of himself. While you had no super powers like he did and you were never very academically gifted you were an integral part to the spider society in your own ways.

You rarely visited the spider society seeing as most places were only accessible to other spider people but the few times you did visit with Miguel you enjoyed it. You met lots of kind people and even grew fond of some of the spider teens even though it also lead you to scolding Miguel for allowing children to be put in danger. Like most days you were left at home while Miguel went off to the spider society. You never minded when Miguel left you alone because you knew he’d always come home that night and he’d even drop by when he had his longer breaks. Besides having him gone meant you could focus on doing hobbies that he didn’t find as interesting and have some time to yourself that you enjoyed once in a while. You had just finished folding some of Miguel’s clothes and putting them away when the familiar sound of a portal opening up caught your attention. It had only been a little over two hours since Miguel left that morning and you were curious to see why he was back. Maybe he had forgotten to grab something?

You walked out into your living room only to find Jess standing there instead of Miguel. She looked a little ticked off but also exhausted but she didn’t fail to smile when seeing you. You were quickly introduced to her when Miguel started the spider society. She had become one of yours and Miguel’s closest friend.

“Jess? Is something wrong? You usually don’t just stop by without texting or calling first.” You hummed as you set down one of Miguel’s shirts on the couch as you approached her. Her smile dropped slightly and she let out a tired sigh. “It’s Miguel. Usually we can handle his little temper tantrums but it’s bad this time. Think you could help?” She asked and you couldn’t help but give a tired smile. You knew how Miguel could get when things didn’t go his way or frustrated him. He’d never purposely hurt anyone physically or emotionally but when his angry really got the best of him he could be hard to handle. “Of course I’ll come help.” You responded and walked over to her while she opened a portal to the lobby of the spider society.

You stepped out of the portal and could immediately hear muffled yelling and curses in Spanish coming from Miguel’s office. You let out a little sigh before straightening yourself. You knocked on the door to his office before cracking open the door. “Love? You okay?” You called out into the room and it immediately became much quieter in the room, no longer hearing yelling or curses instead you could hear shuffling and then a soft. “Yes.” You walked into the office and looked around as you walked. The room was messy and there was a desk that was on its side along with a broken chair and scratch marks in the ground and wall no doubt from his claws. You looked around the room until you spotted your disheveled husband standing in front of his monitors. His hair was a mess, he was dripping with sweat and his breathing was hard and rugged. If you hadn’t know it was a result of his temper you’d say he looks hot right now.

You approached him with a soft smile and then gently grabbed his hands when you were in front of him. Even at his angriest he swore to himself he’d never lash out at your or yell at you making your job of calming him down much easier. “Let’s talk it out my love. What has gotten you so angry?” You asked in your soft sweet voice that Miguel loved and adored. He let out a defeated sigh before telling you what happened to throw this large tantrum that ended up in a messy and destroyed office space.

#across the spiderverse #spiderverse #atsv #atsv miguel #atsv x male reader #male reader #miguel o'hara #atsv x gn reader #miguel x gn reader #miguel ohara x male reader #miguel ohara x gn reader

[mrs3vil]

𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐕 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 “𝙝𝙤𝙩“ ★

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝐟. gabriel o'hara, miguel o'hara, peter b parker ❞ 🎀

𝐢’𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 with gabriel o'hara I had to insert him. also this is not smut or sexual (i mean technically it kinda is but whatever) only tws, old men and flustered spider people. also gabriel is kinda ooc 𓈒*◞🎻

𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 tried to keep the reader as gender neutral as possible! sorry of there are any specifications, also sorry for any mistakes but english isn't my first language!! 𓈒*◞🎻

𝗚𝗔𝗕𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗟 𝗢’𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔

He thought you were talking about another Gabriel O'hara at first. You were mindlessly talking on the phone with one of your "spider friends" while walking right next to his private lab, loudly enough so that he could hear. He stopped doing whatever he was doing for a moment, moving his goofy goggles on his forehead. His heart beated faster against his chest, as if it was about to destroy his rib cage and come out just for you. It was the only thing on his mind for a few days, how your voice shaped perfectly those words, he would do anything to be called such things by you again. Now that he knew you liked him back, he was much more confident when awkwardly flirting with you.

𝗠𝗜𝗚𝗨𝗘𝗟 𝗢’𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔

He couldn't believe his ears. He's been "flirting" with you for some months, if of course, you consider being treated like a normal human being with feelings and opinions a flirt. He thought you weren't really interested, when really you just didn't even realize he was being "extra nice" to you, or at least, his idea of extra nice. But you had to admit, he wasn't bad looking, he wasn't at all actually he was hot, and apparently you were happy to admit it to Jess too. He swallowed as he leaned closer to the core of your voices, paying attention to staying hidden. He didn't know why he was being so dramatic about it, he felt like a little school girl, but suddenly, he desperately wanted to hear you praise him again.

𝗣𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗕 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞𝗘𝗥

It immediately boosted his ego, a proud grin spreading across his features, finally his terrible dad jokes paid off. He listened carefully as you talked with one of the many Spiderwomen that were friends with you as you two giggled like to little girls at a pijama party. You started complimenting things he never realized about himself, and he couldn't do anything but lean closer to hear further how hot you thought he was. He could have listened for hours, if only he didn't trip on a wandering peace of paper that seemed to have appeared from nowhere. Your eyes widened, your hands reaching to cover your mouth, trying to hide your red face. "Hello..."

‧₊˚ ୨ HAHAKS im sorry if i didn't include hobie i just didn't have any inspiration for him today :( if yall liked this post tho i could include him in a pt 2 or smth. also reblogs and comments are very appreciated! goodnight and stay safe babes <3

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[fun-k-board]

I want him.

GIVE. ME. REQUESTS (⁠┛⁠✧⁠Д⁠✧⁠)⁠)⁠┛⁠彡⁠┻⁠━⁠┻

ALSO FOR HIM.

#ben reilly #scarlet spider #spiderman #spider man #across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv #atsv #ultimate spider man #ultimate spiderman #ben reilly x reader #ben reilly x male reader #ben reilly x gn reader #atsv x reader #atsv x male reader #atsv x gn reader #atsv x fem reader #ben reilly x fem reader

[naamelless]

existential crisis

; been mulling this idea over since no way home showed. context is basically that the other you finds out that their existence solely relies on whether or not they find their spider-man. and unfortunately, it is a consistent trend between you and your other versions. and i mean it when it only relies on meeting spider-man, because you die for it if you don’t.

; non-canon compliant (sorry, miguel) since i want miles to be around here. a bit of miguel o’hara/you. self-love? self-comfort? lol. kinda bittersweet.

Being Miguel O’Hara’s assistant was not an easy feat — would have been the sole thought constantly running through your mind as your eyes reviewed every report sent in on the holograms around you. It was cute, your dear friend was generous enough to give you your own space to work on… just a little far below than his very dramatic supervillain platform.

“Lyla, dear, mind saving these under the save file ‘80085’,” you muttered, your fingertips touching the holo projections and casting them for the tiny AI assistant to catch. She makes a show of struggling to catch it before doing as she’s told.

“Sweetheart, I love you as a fellow assistant, but I think it’s time to change the file name to something more… appropriate? When Miguel looked through the folders, he wasn’t too happy.” Lyla sighs, “And while I like pissing him off, I’d rather you not get your own butt handed to you, eh?”

You only huffed out a quiet laugh. “That was the intention. And I was so sure you’d have been used to his constant disapproval already.” You then waved a hand, dismissing the AI’s concern. “Anyway, it’s alright. I’ll change it.”

“…I would like to replay the same promise of yours ten months ago.” Lyla huffs this time, crossing her arms as she turned up her nose. “You’re bad at keeping promises. Last month I asked you to make some refinements for the tune-up you also promised.”

A tiny guilty frown worms its way through your lips as you looked at Lyla, “Sorry, dear, work has been demanding. You know how it is with the man who constantly gets in between our us time…” You gently coaxed her out before she finally sighed and gave in to your little apology.

Of course she had every expectations that you would only dedicate your next time off to her and only her. You were tied down at that point when she threatened to reset the access codes in your own files.

This was the normality you suddenly faced after being convinced (coerced, in fact) by Miguel to help him keep the multiverse safe. You had been a faithful friend to him through and through, following him with boundless loyalty that could make any other Spider-Man without a friend jealous. You tailed him around and outside of his missions, rarely do the other arachnids see you or Miguel without each other.

Though that was the least of your concerns, not when you looked through the current missions. There were several anomalies appearing all at the same time, and suddenly it was hands on deck. Really, it was impressive just how screwed up the vast multiverse was. If you weren’t the lapdog of quantum physics, you were sure your head would have imploded already. Your eyes narrowed while your ears strained as Miguel did his mission briefing to the other spiders.

As expected, you’re asked to hold down the fort in case of any emergency. You make no promises that you can do so, as usual, and Miguel brushes it off with an eye roll. He already knows you — he knows you’d protect your creations with your life. And unfortunately for you, a good chunk of the tech and research in the headquarters were indeed, your creations.

“That’s all for your assignments. Try not to screw this up, please.” Miguel’s tiny plea was laced with pure exasperation as he pinched the bridge of his nose, likely directed at the four spiders in question. “And no silly antics like switching partners at the last minute. There’s a reason why I’m keeping you both separate.” He glares at Hobie and Miles, to which the other scoffs and only smiles sheepishly at, respectively.

And just as everyone was getting ready to take off, a golden sparking ring appears and in an instant, the spiders were quick on their feet.

“Wha—”

“YOU BASTARD—!!”

A blur whizzes past every arachnid and quickly darts to its target — you.

Everyone yells your name in alarm and soon they found you tackled and getting strangled by this figure. Miles and Gwen quickly act and pull the perpetrator off of you and you sat up, coughing roughly as you tried to massage the sides of your neck. It was a surprisingly accurate place when this figure strangled you.

“Are you okay?!” Peter B. immediately drops to his knees and fusses over you. He looks back up, “Hey buddy, you can’t just portal your way in here and—! Oh my god…”

You coughed, laughing out a strained laughter, wincing as you looked at yourself. Only that it’s you… but younger, and an absolute mess. And not the kind of mess of a scientist who looks terrible after a rigorous experimental research… but the kind of mess who has lost someone dear to them.

Miles and Gwen both glance down and immediately get goosebumps. It’s you… except a lot more hostile… a lot more… feral as it bore its teeth at you, snarling like a caught wild animal. He could feel them struggle as they tried to make another attempt in lunging at you. Of course, as a Spider-Man and a Spider-Woman, both of them made little effort in holding this… terrifying version of you back.

“…The resemblance is uncanny…” Pavitr whispers to Hobie and Jess.

“A true free spirit,” Hobie commends with an approving nod.

Even Miguel was stunted. It was you, alright. He had known you the longest. He proudly owns the throne as your first ever friend in your universe. And he has seen you at this age. But you weren’t a hothead, you were far from this snarling teenager.

“You sick, evil bastard—! How long have you known?! How long?!” The younger you screams, and in an instant you understood. Call it a self-intuition, but the anguish in their eyes was something you’ve known. You stared at yourself in the mirror before, and have seen the same glimmer of agony and suffering in those eyes of yours.

“You know this guy?” Jess asks the one question around everyone’s head.

You only laughed, dry, which further infuriates the younger you, “No, not personally. But… I guess I know myself well enough to realize what caused such an action from… me.” You sighed a little, standing up with the help of Peter and walked a little closer, still massaging your neck. “That portal was strangely familiar. Where are you from?”

“Earth-199999,” younger you spits out, still with a glare.

Miguel perks up in recognition. That one was an ass of a mission to him. It gave him many headaches and you, a lot of adjustments in your equipment. He only clicks his tongue at the thought of that little nerd with Dr. Strange. That was one multiverse mishap he’d rather not experience any longer.

“And I guess you’re here to ask some questions.” You nod over to the young spiders. “Let them go, I’m smart enough to know I don’t stand a chance against one Spider-Man, much less a room full of them.”

They reluctantly abide you and the younger you stands up, stance almost at the ready to pounce on you and Miguel notices, with himself ready to shield you in any case that this much more feral, younger you decides that there’s nothing left to lose and take your life from you.

“…How long have you known?” Younger you repeats their question, fists balled up as it itched to punch you. “Out of all of us, apart from you, I’m the only one who figured it out because I have access to an all-powerful wizard that can screw with the multiverse.”

“How long have they known about what?” Miles asks, furrowing his eyebrows as he looked at the other you in concern. Never has he seen so much hate in your eyes. Well… technically not you, but still the same. He was so used to your open and almost lackadaisical attitude that it was suddenly unnerving to see you so frigid and full of anger.

The younger you takes a deep breath before looking at everyone in the room with unbridled hatred, “How long have you known that our life only depends on these freaks?”

“Freaks? How mean! Is everyone in your universe this rude?”

“It’s okay, Pavitr,” You smiled, waving him off and your other self takes offense to that, taking a step forward to lunge at you when Miguel quickly steps in between you and your other self. “They have the right to be angry. Believe me, even I was when I found out myself. Though by then, I was sure it’s already too late for the other me’s.”

“No. You can’t say that. Not when I see you’re clearly operating with the multiverse. You let the other versions of us live in the painful reality that all we needed to live was to befriend some guy who got bit by a damn spider!”

“It’s not that… it’s the precedent of letting things happen naturally.”

Your other self reels in shock, “Watching other versions of us die because we were insignificant to some insect guy was natural?! That was natural?!” They shriek and immediately push past the towering hunk that was your best friend.

Every other spider looks at your other version, “Well… we’re spiders are technically not an insect, so…” they all mumble.

“Shut it.” Your other self snaps at the rest.

“…Your anger is coming from a place of loss. Seeing that you’re from that Earth… I’m guessing you had to be reintroduced at the prospect of multiverse, huh?”

“I had to force that wizard to talk to me. You have no idea what it felt like to forget the one person that meant to me more than anything!”

Gwen sighs at the conversation, she could barely understand — you were cryptic with your words as always (really, your ominous and know-it-all attitude is like Miguel with his dramatic platform). “Can you please tell us what happened? At least let us catch up to speed. Seems like the only understanding this convo is the two of you.”

“Do they know?” Your other you asks with a dead laugh. “Do they also know that there’s us? Do they also know how utterly detrimental our relationship to them is to our life?”

You pursed your lips before sighing, “I— no… but…”

“Why did I even ask?” Your other self turns to the other arachnids. “Well, take a good look at us. Drink it all up, because you’ll never know if the version of us in your own world is probably already six feet under.”

“…What—”

“Stop it. Yeesh. We’re not this bitter. That Earth really did numbers on you.” You sighed before crossing your arms, looking at your confused friends. “But they’re right. There’s a good chance the other [Name]’s in your universe is as good as dead. It was after getting into this whole multiverse business that I found out that there is another [Name] in every other universe. It’s a consistent existence — sorry Hobie — that I have. I exist in a world where there is Spider-Man.”

Your other self looks away and faces the myriad of holo monitors instead on Miguel’s lowered platform. Their eyes watching every anomaly.

“But… unfortunately, our existence relies on the path of whether or not we meet… our Spider-Man. It all ends the same. I throw myself off the building and depending on how it goes, Spider-Man will either save me… or I will plummet to my death with a good splat.” You dismissively wave a hand. “It’s all complicated though. Sometimes, there are factors that change how I live. Maybe no one will save me because my Spider-Man in that universe has yet to be bitten… or maybe he is on duty but he’s busier dealing with a bigger problem than saving some sad person. But out of it, the fact remains the same… Spider-Man has to do it.”

You frown as you recount every moment the other you would die because of it. And you hated it. You hated that you had to watch yourself die over and over again, just because the thought of befriending that one nerd never crossed your mind.

“Anyway, point is… I’ve been through it… Miguel has caught me from that moment, and this younger me probably had their Peter do it to them too.” You smiled a little, patting your other self’s shoulder, who only scoffed and shoved your hand off. “Most likely, there is a chance that the other me’s in your own universes have done it or will eventually do it. You could say… it’s my own canon event.”

Silence engulfed the entire room after your explanation. It was a less than admirable backstory, you’ll admit, but you had no choice but to bear through it. You were the same as the other you’s — a background character, an empty shell who relied on the chance of fate in meeting the would be Spider-Man in your universe. In a sense, you were like the MJ to most Peters. Except you were the less important character, the one who only survives if you’re lucky enough; and the one whose death will just be a reminder for Spider-Man to keep doing good.

You were just a plot point for them and you’ve grown to accept that. Not so much with this other version of you, however.

You sighed and nudged your much taller friend, “Go, Miguel. You still have anomalies to catch. I’ll take care of this mess.” You said, briefly glancing at Earth-199999 you.

Miguel catches on and nods, turning to the other spiders and quickly ushers them to their own mission. He looks back at you with a tinge of worry before going on his own. Peter B. and Jess only pass by you with a good natured pat on your shoulder and a ruffle to your messy hair before they also headed on their own.

Heaving another sigh, you look at the other you, finally basking in the free atmosphere despite the fact that this other you is still grieving and drowning in their own existential crisis.

“…It’s not easy being [Name] once you found your Spider-Man. You’re thrown into a lot more wacky adventures. You’re always facing their ridiculous jokes while fighting villains. You’re the butt of every nerdy ramble. You’re forced to be the friend that has to bear through the pain of seeing your hero friend get hurt. You’re always the secret medic — patching them up at the age of sixteen or older without any intricate knowledge on sutures. You’re forced to face the fact that this limber person that you call your friend is also the one always on the brink of death trying to do good and save everyone.”

You sat down on the platform, legs dangling from the little elevated height. “Miguel and I used to argue every night because I can’t imagine seeing my friend put himself through so much. He’s an idiot… but at least he’s a good idiot. I watched him build a family, cared for him when he lost them and waited for him when he left me to replace his other self. What did you do to yours?”

Your other self finally caves and sits beside you, kicking their legs as well and laid back down, eyes staring mindlessly at the ceiling of the headquarters. “…You pretty much nailed my role about being the secret medic. He has missions that get so frighteningly deadly… I always comb through the crowd when the news is done.” They turned to you with a laugh. “I tell myself that it’s cool because… hey, I am affiliated with the Avengers, it’s easier, right? But… it gets harder when it’s him. When it’s my Peter.”

“You care a lot about him, huh?”

“…You care a lot for yours too. I think any version of us who has met him owe our lives to him… or her.” Their smile was a tad bitter, but it was clear they were slowly starting to accept the bitter fact of their existence. “…Can’t we really just warn our other selves?”

“I would want to… except… y’know… it’s really up to us.” You smile a little as you reactivated your holo screens, watching as dozens of monitors that showed the living versions of you live their best, yet stressful lives. You glided your hand a little to the side and let the footages rewind. “Most of the time, it’s us who takes the leap of faith, y’know? The one who talks to them first.”

Your younger you watches in awe as they pointed to another you, you noticed quick and enhanced that one projection, “Oh this guy… they’re my favorite version of us. They take psychology classes and made it their mission to help out this Spider-Woman. Cindy Moon was her name, I think?” You slowly drag your finger to the right and the projection fast forwards.

“Oh. They got together?” Your other self asks in wonder and you only nod.

“Believe me it took them awhile to get there.” You laugh before switching to another monitor. “I think you’ve met the Peters that have another you. Fortunately, they’re also safe and alive in their universe.”

You and your other self watched as this particular you welcomed Peter Parker from Earth-120703 back into their home, fussing a little as they patched him up quick from what seems to be another rough patrol.

“They live together?”

“It’s a strong possibility.” You laughed. You turned to your younger self and smiled, “The point is… it’s not all death around us. We still live. We live because the versions of us that take the leap of faith are the versions that live to see them flourish as Spider-Man… we watch them fall in love with their MJ or Gwen Stacy or… heck, even be the love interest all along. Didn’t you do the same? Didn’t you take the leap of faith to talk to your Peter?”

Your younger self smiles, clearly enjoying the reminiscing, “Yep… I had to. He was getting screwed over by that jerk, Flash. I had to protect him. From then on, I made sure he was always guarded on school and… well… yeah, you know what happens next. And you?”

“Oh, Miguel was a longtime friend. It’s… a lot of sob story. But we’ve just been together since then, and before I knew it, we were working together… I was convinced to study the multiverse with him and eventually… I have every conceivable universe at the tips of my fingers. And I’m not proud when I found out the basis for our existence. I was so depressed for several weeks… that if I hadn’t talked to Miguel on that one particular night, I wouldn’t have been here.”

You sighed a little, eyes returning back to the projection of the other you still patching up Peter from Earth-120703. Guessing from your glare and his wincing, the other you kept scolding at him and he was very much aware of his screwup. “But I found comfort… that there was a good chunk of us that’s living their best life now… friends with a Spider-Man or a Spider-Woman — more intimately involved with some of them even.”

“They’re the version of us that made destiny for themselves. They’re not just a plot point, they made themselves very important to their own arachnid. Because that’s who we are.” You smiled down at your younger self, who only continued to look at the projection with a fond smile. “They’re loyal to us as much as we are loyal to them once we hit that point. You just gotta trust.”

Your other self looks up at you with a comforted smile, “…Thanks. For… talking to me even though I strangled you from out of nowhere.”

“Hey, it was a first for me. But it’s good to know that you felt the same as I did. The only thing left for you is to process it naturally until you just… accept it.”

“Still doesn’t feel right to let our other selves die,” They muttered with a frown.

“It’s not our choice to make. It’s theirs. If Spider-Man’s arc is to keep trying to save everyone, our arc is to learn how to take that leap and talk to them.” You smile softly, patting their head. “We’re only given the illusion that the cause of our deaths is Spider-Man… but in the end, it’s always us.”

Your younger self sighs, “Yeah… yeah. I got that.” The both of you were silent until they finally stood up and moved their arm and the same portal emerges. You look over to see Dr. Strange waiting at the end, and… the same ‘little nerd’ that Miguel kept grousing at.

“They’ve been waiting for you.”

“Sure have.” They headed for the portal only to stop, running back to you to give you a tight hug.

You could feel the air knock out of your lungs a little before you smiled and returned the gesture, squeezing them tight in your arms. “I’m here if you need to talk, alright? Just… portal in if you really need someone who can relate to your… little multiverse situation.”

“I will,” they whispered softly. “Thanks.”

You watched as they headed into the portal, catching a glimpse of Peter from Earth-199999 catch them into a tight hug as well while Dr. Strange ruffled their hair fondly. It eventually closed and you were left in your own silence.

You settled on working on organizing files, but ever so slightly, you’d be glancing at the other monitors around you, watching the projections of the other you’s. You smiled a little, watching as your other younger self and that little nerd talk up high on a random rooftop.

The silence breaks around you when suddenly, the office is filled with chatter as soon as every single spider entered. You could feel the tiny warmth in your chest. You were only glad that you have this much friends. And that after all this time, your Spider-Man was just with you.

“Oh! The other you is gone?” You jolted to find Peni smiling up at you. You only nodded.

“Yep. It was fun to talk to another me. It gets lonely here, y’know?” You laughed, patting her head gently. You turned around to see everyone looking at you with smiles on their faces, seemingly content with their accomplished missions. “Welcome home, everyone. Good to see you all safe and sound.”

“Yeah well… if we didn’t you’d pretty much nag at us,” Gwen snorts as she heads over to give you a little hug. “So… other you finally went home?”

“Mhm… they just need a little time to process things.” Your smile was minuscule but incredibly genuine.

Miles finally comes up with the golden question, “So… about earlier… you said, your existence is consistent… as long as there is a Spider-Man, right?” He asks, hand on his hip as he looked at you with immense curiosity. You only nod at him. “Does that mean I have my own [Name] too?”

“Oh! Uh, yeah… though I’m not entirely sure how they would be in your world. You’re a special circumstance since you had a Peter before… so… it’s possible that maybe they befriended him? Or maybe… they’re just as young as you and… is probably at that crucial point in their life.”

“Do you know where the address to my [Name] is then?” Miles pulls out a random paper and pen urging you to write. “I mean, if they’re as cool as you are, then I surely wouldn’t mind meeting them.”

You blinked. “…Wait what?”

“…Right. So I just need to find you in my universe, huh?” Hobie stretches his limbs. It seems like his mind is pretty made up by then. “Cool. Time for me to break your consistent streak, yeah?”

“What—”

“Give me an address to where you live in my universe too. I’ll make sure the both of us meet,” Gwen laughs from beside you.

“Ooh! Do you think your version in my universe also likes chai?”

Suddenly, you were overwhelmed with questions from almost every other spider person in the office. There was excitement in their voices, and while you were a little overwhelmed and a little spooked by their eagerness, you found yourself warming at the thought of them wanting to take the first step for you instead. Well… for the other versions of you.

Miguel cuts in quick, “Alright that’s enough. Let’s not hassle my [Name].” He scolds, but it was clear he was smug about having his own version of you. The spider kids knew and all scoffed on their own. “It’s not like they know everything about their other selves. And don’t ask them for the address, if you wanna meet your [Name] look for them yourselves instead.”

You smiled a little, grateful for your friend’s help. They looked at you and you only shrugged, glancing at your much, much bigger best friend.

They all groaned and decided that it was for the best if they found you themselves instead. They all opted out and swung into their own universes, with a bet to see who gets to see their own version of you first.

Peter B. laughs at the youth while he played with Mayday. He looked at you with a small smile and ruffled your hair, “My [Name] is alive and well in my universe by the way. They helped me while I was in a pretty rough patch. And now, they’re the proud godparent of my little Mayday.”

Jess sighed, “…You just can’t help it can you.” She smiled at you a little, “Mine is pretty much alright too. And, I didn’t copy this from Peter but they’re also this little one’s godparent.” She chuckles as she gently pats her plump belly.

“Liar. You totally stole that from me.”

“Did not! What the heck kind of a monster wouldn’t make their best friend a godparent of their kid anyway? And I was already gonna do that before you had Mayday. My [Name] and I talked about it. Bet yours was a last minute decision.”

Peter B. only freezes up, clearly caught red-handed, he brushes it off with an awkward cough, “A-As if! We totally planned it!”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

A soft laugh emits from you as you watched the two of them argue their way out and probably into the cafeteria. You looked up at Miguel with a small smile, “I already knew their [Name] is alive in their dimension.”

“Of course you do. You’re a bit of a narcissist,” he bites back with a snarky laugh, making you pout. “So did you talk to that little nerd when your other self went back to their dimension? Did you let him have it?”

“You’re not gonna let go of that at all, are you?”

“Hey, that was singlehandedly the most stressful mission of my life.” He sighed begrudgingly, turning back to head to his dramatic platform with you following behind. “At least you were in the backseat, only tweaking the tech.”

You gasp in an overdramatic fashion, “How rude! I cannot believe you would underestimate my efforts. You’re a horrible business partner, Miguel.” You huffed out a quiet laugh. “And I deserve it, y’know? I had to put up with your awful one-liners. I think all versions of me had to. We all suffer the fate of hearing your nerdy jokes.”

He pushes at your forehead, scoffing, “Like you don’t make any.”

“Hey—!”

The entire office quiets down as the two of you finally go back to work, monitoring any anomalies that could pop out soon. It was always like this, there will always be a lingering tenderness between you and your dearest friend. You loved him above all, after all. Even with his annoyingly sarcastic personality, you still held him dear in your heart.

Your smile comes back up on your face. You could still remember that one rainy night. Way before the two of you officially committed to the name of being each other’s best friends. That one rainy night that you looked up in complete shock and awe as the masked hero of Nueva York was there, holding on tightly to your hand.

You could still hear his words;

“Are you insane?!”

And you could still here the way your trained ears immediately heard the man you’d befriended weeks ago. You looked up and there he was, the masked hero… unmasked, looking at you with anger and the kindest concern that he could muster.

Suddenly, that night you were aware that you were dangling a good hundred feet off the floor with only his hand keeping you from plummeting to death. And suddenly, you were pulled up and engulfed in his embrace.

“Thank you, Miguel… for saving me.” Your soft voice fills the silence all of a sudden and Miguel looks away from his work. You smiled up at him with love in your eyes. “You’re the best ever friend that I’ve landed in my whole existence.”

Miguel looks at you stunned, but before he can even speak, Lyla cuts in.

“Yeah, kinda hard for him to hold back when he had a massive crush on you back then.”

“Why are you like this.” Miguel doesn’t even mean it as a question at that point, but a demand and a bit of griping.

You only laughed loudly, “Did you now? How cute!” You snickered.

Lyla floats beside you, “I think he still does today. Some old feelings might’ve been ignited~” she coos, mocking and incredibly mischievous, only serving a hundred more years worth of emotional pain to poor Miguel.

“Lyla.”

“Oops, bye~”

Your smile never wavers even as Lyla disappears from sight. Though no doubt, still probably eavesdropping. You only inched nearer beside him, leaning on his side with a small smile while you looked at one monitor with another Spider-Man and another you, probably on their own mission to take down one of their sinister six.

“For what it’s worth, I think I like you too.”

Miguel briefly looks down at you before scoffing.

You miss the way his lips curl up into a fond smile.

#atsv x you #atsv x reader #atsv x male reader #atsv x gn reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x male reader #miguel o’hara x gn reader

[bananapapers]

Security In Slumber

𝐇𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐗 𝐆𝐍 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

WARNINGS - fluff, so much fluff, Hobie being a lovesick prick, Hobie (he needs a warning), poor writing, none really, aside from fluff, no physical descriptors, a lot of use of “they/them” pronouns

Summary: After a long day of dealing with Miguel and the patriarchy, what better way to unwind and relax than in the arms of his favorite person?

w/c: Roughly .7k

A/N: FIRST FIC WHOOP WHOOP, not beta’ed - we die like men. Hobie may be OOC but I just personally head canon him as a really caring and affectionate s/o, but enjoy! ]

It was 2AM when Hobie finally got home. Miguel had talked endlessly today about “saving the multiverse” and catching anomalies. It got quite boring after a while, listening to his endless ramblings, not that Hobie ever truly listened to him though, just enough to catch the gist of the missions.

Hobie had always felt bad leaving his love to their own devices for so long, they were the only one who knew his secret identity, and knew what he went through on a daily basis. Truly, they were the only person who supported him. Mind, body, and soul. To him, even though he doesn't believe in labels, they were His, entirely. So he hated leaving them alone for large periods of time, and most of that time with no contact. It killed him not being able to contact them or touch them or anything, but focus and saving things and whatnot. Though, he did love the sight he came back to. It was normally all the same.. curled up under a couple blankets, on his side of the bed, clutching his pillow and breathing in his scent like it kept them grounded to this earth whilst streams of light pollution illuminated their face softly, highlighting all their best features in the dead of the night.  Yeah. He liked that sight. 

His least favorite part was accidently waking them up, as much as he loved their sleepy, pouty face looking up at him, it made him feel awful for waking them up. Just like right now. 

The floorboard just before the closet betrayed him and let out a loud ‘skreeat’, alerting them to his presence. He winced, glancing back to luckily see their face scrunch up, shuffling around under the covers before they settled back down. He breathed out a sigh of relief, quickly moving to shed his gear and spidey-suit and changing into a pair of comfortable sweats (which they had kindly bought him) and an old ripped up band-tee turned sleeveless top that showcased his sides. 

Once changed he slowly but surely, making sure to avoid the loud floorboards and making his way towards their sleeping figure. Determined to not disturb their slumber anymore than he already had.

The bed dipped behind them as he slowly lowered himself to lay flush to their backside, he shuffled under the covers and his arm snaked around their waist. He pulled them as close to his front as he could so he could stuff his face into the junction of their neck from behind and inhale their scent. As soon as they were physically touching him, all his troubles melted away. He suddenly forgot all the tireless ramblings of Miguel and all of the draining fights with anomalies. All that mattered was right now. They were close to him, finally. He’s allowed to relax after a long day of ‘spider-man business’ and just be Their Lover. 

“Welcome Home, Hobie,” Their voice filtered through the multiple blankets and sheets piled around you both. Hobie froze before lifting his head up to look at your face, “Love?.. You’re awake..?” He asked softly, trying to test if it was just his head playing a trick on him or if they were indeed welcoming him home. They hummed, “I’ve been awake since you stepped on that floorboard, figured I wouldn't interrupt you though,” they mumbled back, shuffling so that their front met his, turning to cuddle into his chest. “Missed you lots today, Hobs..” Their hands grasping at the front of his shirt, holding onto Hobie like a lifeline. “Hmm.. I missed you too, love. A Lot actually, Miguel didn't have an off button today..” His rich voice replied, his hands coming up to thread through their hair, rubbing the base of their skull softly. “I can imagine, go to sleep, Hobs, we can talk about it tomorrow, yeah?” they said softly against his chest, their face snuggled right into his shoulder like it was their most favorite place in the world (because it was). 

“Sounds good, love,” he replied, his hands lowering to rest on their lower back as both their breaths evened out. His love was right, all of that nonsense could wait til morning. He had the world in his hands right now, and he wanted to enjoy his time with them to the max. His nose nuzzled their temple and he let out a deep breath, slipping into slumber with his most prized possession laying right beside him. Everything was okay now, because he had his love with him.

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a/n: this was written at 4am with no sleep :)

#hobie x y/n #atsv #atsv x reader #atsv x gn reader #atsv hobie #hobie spiderverse #hobie brown #spider punk #spiderverse #spider-man: across the spider-verse #gn reader #gender nuetral reader #across the spiderverse #hobert brown #atsv spiderpunk #spiderpunk x reader

[daydreaming-en-pointe]

A very Spidey Christmas - 1610!Miles

Pairing: 1610!Miles Morales x GN!reader

Word count: 359

Warnings: Mentions of food (Christmas cookies), use of a nickname (mi corazón) slightly immature reader (they’re just a lil frustrated yall 💔)

A/N: sorry it’s so short 😔

:3

“How are you so good at this?!”

You had been at it for almost an hour now, trying your very best to get a steady stream from your piping bag so you could write little words on the Christmas sugar cookies Rio had given you and Miles to decorate.

Miles chuckled softly, scooting closer to watch your futile attempts at drawing a tree in green icing. “Oh, you know. I’m just awesomely artistic, nobody can frost cookies as well as I can~”

You raised your eyebrows at the exaggerated attitude packed into his voice as he pretended to flip an imaginary ponytail over his shoulder. “Oh, okay then. Take these, will you?”

His overly sassy façade crumbled as you pushed your plate of cookies toward him and made to get up. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry - see, the trick is to spread your fingers evenly over the base of the bag. You’ll have more control over the line that way. Also, don’t squeeze too hard or it’ll come out blobby.”

“You’ll come out blobby,” You muttered under your breath as you took the plate of cookies. Was that comment immature? Yeah, definitely. Did you care? Not particularly. You grabbed your piping bag again, trying not to let your frustration get the better of you as you watched the slow line of icing appear along the cookie’s border.

The silence that followed your remark would have been odd, almost awkward if you couldn’t somehow sense the wrath of the ever-familiar doe-eyed gaze that was being unleashed upon you.

“Miles, no,” You tried to put your hand in front of him to block him from your view, but he grabbed your wrist and gently tugged it away, forcing you to look him straight in his eyes. Big brown eyes didn’t do them justice, they were more like… pools of chocolate with honeycomb undertones. Enough to put a puppy’s saddest gaze to shame.

“Noooo, not the eyes - you know I can’t handle those eyes!” You complained, a small laugh gracing your tone as he pulled you in to plant a kiss on your cheek, wearing a large shit-eating grin.

“That’s the idea, mi corazón.”

Mi corazón - my heart :D

@vhstown @l0starl @tatumis-a @deritosmi @hobiebrownismygod @therealloopylupin2099

#⋆·˚ 🌹 ༘ * — 𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗶’𝘀 𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙨! #⋆·˚ 🌸 ༘ * — 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙨! #across the spiderverse #atsv #atsv x reader #miles atsv #atsv miles #miles morales x y/n #miles morales x you #miles morales x reader #miles morales x gn reader #miles morales x gn!reader #1610 miles morales #1610 miles x reader #1610!miles x reader #1610!miles morales x reader #atsv x gn reader #atsv x gn!reader #atsv fluff #miles fluff #Spotify

[m-n-m-s]

⋆｡°✩ m's home ✩°｡⋆

⋆⁺₊⋆ me! ⋆⁺₊⋆

hey!! you can call me m!

{she/they} {libra} {MINOR} {requests - OPEN}

{continue?}

⋆⁺₊⋆ writing! ⋆⁺₊⋆

currently writing for:

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[stellaaarree]

LOOK AT HIS POUTY LIL LIPS.ABSOLUTELY BEGGING TO BE KISSED!!

teasing miguel hehe! (fluff)

you come in, miguels most likely messing around with his gizmo. propping yourself on your tiptoes, two fingers hooking into the fabric of his suit you give him a lil smooch!

“¿para qué era eso, bonita? t: what was that for, pretty?” miguel asks, his voice a little raspy and his eyes dumbfounded. “you’re pouting.” you state, still propped on your tiptoes, holding his suit.

in response miguel’s hands land on your hips, picking you up and setting you on the desk, slotting between your legs with an even more pouty expression he grumbles. “i do not pout.” a laugh slips past your lips as you watch him get all defensive. pissing him off further you ruffle his hair. his hard-ass demeanour pleading not to crumble, especially not in the semi public.

“cariño. t: honey.” he hisses. replied with a single “whaaat?” and a giggle. its too late to save himself though. lyla in the doorway, already taking pictures of miguel (our big bad spiderman.) slotted between your legs and having his hair played with as he pouts like a baby.

“lyla.” was all miguel needed to hiss before lyla was already gone, taking her camera with her. that was gonna be blackmail for a while.

you try to do a coy apology, getting half way through your “sor-” before miguel stops you with a “don’t you start, pequeño demonio. t: you little devil.” making you giggle and pull him into another little kiss by his spider suit.

A/N, holy shit!! i came back this morning to see over 200 likes on my posts?! i actually love you all so much!! also was gonna ask, would you guys read stuff that i wrote about ghost (cod mw2)?? let me know haha because i have a few ideas >o<!!💝💝

#miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #miguel ohara x reader #atsv miguel #atsv x reader #spiderman atsv #x reader #reader insert #gn reader

[eyesxxyou]

*ೃ˚ :💾 perverted!miguel x reader

❝ warnings ❞ Miguel being a creep, mentions of desk fucking, sneaking into readers room, stealing reader's underwear, masturbation with said underwear, watching reader sleep, mentions of masturbating to reader sleeping

perverted!Miguel who has a crush on a new recruit and is having a hard time managing it. There's something feral that ignites within him around you and it often leads to him being particularly harsh on you because if he weren't, he'd fuck you over his desk in front of everyone, have you squealing his name with his cock bullying it's way into you partially prepared hole.

perverted!Miguel who sneaks into your dorm on campus, rummaging through your things to find any trinket of yours he can keep without you noticing it's missing. He stumbled upon some of your discarded underwear and shamefully takes them into his hands before sniffing the part where the essence of you would have been. He takes them with him, steals them as he goes to leave before you return and find him committing his sin.

perverted!Miguel who uses those underwear to masturbate, wrapping them around the length of his cock and occasionally sniffing them to get a hint of you, like he was eating you out and your taste was all on his tongue. He'd cum on the crotch of the underwear like he's cumming on your hole and wants nothing more than to leave the underwear where you'd find them, used for someone's pleasure though you had not the slightest idea who. No way you'd think it was your boss.

perverted!Miguel who occasionally watches you sleep. He doesn't touch you, though he wants to. He just watches, imagining a world where he'd have the courage to climb on top of you, press his nose to your hair while he pins your hands against the bed and grinds the swell of his cock into your ass just to show you what you do to him. The thought of it makes him hard and sometimes, if he can be quiet enough, he'd masturbate while watching you toss and turn in bed, so peacefully unaware of how he owned you for just a small amount of time.

perverted!Miguel who will never let you know his feelings because he knows you're smart and will start connecting dots. You'll call him a creep, a freak, write him off entirely as just that. He can't have that. He can never have that. So he'll have you in his mind.

#across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv #atsv #spiderman #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderman #miguel x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara x gn!reader #miguel smut #miguel o'hara smut

[narcissistshandler]

omg! request!! pt 2. of hobie's fic pleasure to insanity(? i think) the one w anal beads,,, the first one is reader inserting it, but for part2, reader taking out the anal beads and fingers him. thats all! hehe thankyouu

𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝗧𝗢 𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗔𝗣𝗦𝗘

✧ 𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦 gn!reader x hobie brown

✧ 𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 overstimulation, anal beads, bottom!hobie, fingering, anal play, implied fainting

✧ 𝖠/𝖭 this is very short and I will correct any grammar mistakes soon. I hope you like it (part one here)

There was saliva dripping from Hobie's mouth and running down his cheek onto the pillow under his head. His fingers had lost the strength where they previously gripped the pillow and his whole body felt numb, his skin hot to the touch and tingling.

His hole worn and stretched after all those long minutes or hours, Hobie didn't know, he couldn't remember what time it was now or what time it was when you pushed him down on the bed and started sliding each ball from the littlest anal beads to the biggest into him. It appeared to be dark outside, but maybe that was just exhaustion affecting the view in his half-closed eyes.

"Can I take it off now?" you questioned bending over him to get a view of his face. Hobie took a deep breath, quick, ragged breaths which demonstrated how much you playing with his body had affected him, not even fighting capitalism and patriarchy had ever exhausted him so much.

Despite the numbness straining each of his limbs, rigidly curled into a half-bent position, the weight inside him demanded all of his attention. The silicone spheres flattened against each other, filling his channel, his hole that although he could barely feel it, he knew was barely closing by the toy that the contractions constantly tried on their own to expel. Each of those attempts sent shocks through the muscles in his legs.

"Yes, just-" Hobie sighed, "Be quick."

One of your hands landed on the curve of his hip, reassuring, firm. The other's hand touch disappeared and as soon as the thread connecting the anal beads was pulled - even if it was a slight tug - it made Hobie's whole body tense. He could feel the balls shifting inside him, reacting to the pull and hovering there, right on the taut edge of his hole. You stopped. Hobie took a deep breath. And then, without waiting for the air to even fully leave his lungs, your finger wrapped around the rope and you pulled hard, your hand on Hobie's hip doing its best to keep him still during the process.

All the silicone spheres that filled his channel moved together, one pressing against the other in their attempt to follow the pull of the rope and get out of him. His edge expanded and like a violent wave all the balls from the biggest to the smallest came out of him aggressively, carrying with them a huge amount of lubricant that gave the false impression that Hobie's ass was producing lubrication.

It was all so sudden that Hobie felt like lightning went through his entire body, from head to toe.

His mouth dropped open, throat dry and scratchy producing a scream that ended in silence. His legs twitched, feet curled and his hole convulsed. There was a wet puddle growing beneath him and Hobie didn't know if he'd managed to come again, squirted, or pissed himself. None of the options were quite understood in his overloaded mind, it was wet, but then sweat clung to his black skin, lube, semen and saliva creating a disgusting mess.

He was suddenly empty, all the weight and fullness inside him gone, and all Hobie felt was the throbbing - it was the blood coursing through his veins and pulsing in his ears. His skin was on fire, hole opening and closing in involuntary contractions, your fingers passed over the swollen edge like a light caress, feeling the pulse beneath your digits. Your voice was far away, Hobie couldn't understand what you were talking about, even breathing was becoming difficult, trying to stop the violent tremor that shook his bones was out of the question.

Your fingers pressed in with ease, Hobie's hole was open and leaking, the touch was too much and Hobie weakly warned you about it, but maybe the voice didn't even leave his throat. Two fingers slipped inside through the swell of the relaxed edge and wedged between the walls, convulsing over and over. Hobie's right leg kicked out with a cracking sound; an unthinking reaction to the stimulation that was so much it hurt and burned all the way from your fingers entering him, a phantom sensation that Hobie located between sweltering heat, tenderness and sweat; a crack sounded.

Hobie tried to drag himself away from the touch, even though in the pit of his stomach what burned along with the pain was pleasure, desire, a need for more that sent his overheated mind spinning. His cock, wet and softened, twitched weakly in response.

Darkness grew under his eyelids. Hobie moaned like a wounded animal, feeling every joint of your fingers slide deeper and deeper, taking advantage of how easy and relaxed his hole was after taking a fist-sized silicone sphere.

There was no stretching and his inside burned so hard the intrusion was barely felt and yet, your fingers in him were all his body could focus on, nothing else mattered, nothing else... In seconds, verything faded.

#x male reader #x gn reader #x top reader #across the spiderverse x reader #across the spiderverse x male reader #across the spiderverse x gn reader #hobie brown x you #hobie brown x gn!reader #hobie brown x male reader #hobie brown smut #hobie brown x reader #atsv x you #atsv x reader #atsv x male reader #atsv x gn reader

[yanderestarangel]

Hear me out—

Dad body Miguel.

TW: SMUT, UNPROTECTED SEX, DIRTY THOUGHTS, CHUBBY/DAD BODY MIGUEL, FTM READER, BRAIN ROT,DILF,PRAISE.

art credits:_Insomniac_RED_ on twitter ( X )

Thinking about DAD BODY MIGUEL makes me feel feral, his voluptuous and soft belly along with some muscles covered by the softness of his skin. He could really walk around shirtless, with some stretch marks on his belly, arms and back from time to time and some hairs could be seen in the middle of his belly matching the scruffy beard on his face. He is a peaceful man towards you and bad tempered towards others.

── Maybe he's your DILF neighbor, tired single dad, obsessed with you.

You can feel his soft belly hitting your ass with every thrust he gives you as he fucks you doggy style, the happy path of hair leading up to his thick, slender cock tickled your sensitive skin while the fat tip of his cock kissed your cervix ─ his scruffy beard rubbed against your skin as he pulled your hair and gave you a clumsy kiss each of his scars glowed from the sweat on his body; you could see the growing gray hair on his arms, chest and even the hair on his head.

He would just shower soft praise on you as he slid his dick with minimal force, turning you to look directly into his eyes. "Eres tan bueno conmigo... apretándome tan fuerte. Keep it up pretty boy, I want to make you squirt for me."

You feel his hot cum leak from his tip as the friction of his soft skin touches yours with each movement ── Miguel uses his thick fingers to stimulate your clit even more, watching you squirt on his belly and dick, making him laugh and look at you satisfied and tired.

"Can you give your old man a break here? I really promise to fill you up later..."

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[ghxstmxchine]

ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱʜɪᴘ ʙʀᴀᴄᴇʟᴇᴛꜱ

ᴍɪʟᴇꜱ is always absentmindedly playing with it, twirling the loose ends around his finger and shifting it from one wrist to the other throughout the day. He’s stressed, being spiderman isn’t easy, but there’s a comfort that comes with the bracelet. He always smiles when he glances down at the beads spelling out your initials, knowing that once this whole stressful day is over he can finally unwind with you later. It’s a constant reminder to keep pushing.

ʜᴏʙɪᴇ keeps it tied around his wrist tight, lost amongst his many silver bracelets and studded cuffs but the pop of color from the carefully chosen threads stands out. It clashes with the rest of his punk persona but he’s always one to favor handmade gifts, sticking it to capitalism or something. But it’s also the fact it came from you that he can’t help but love it, even at the end of the day when he’s shed the studded jewelry and heavy leather jacket, the bracelet stays on. 

ᴘᴀᴠɪᴛʀ treats it like it’s made from solid gold, something to be cherished and worn until the threads have come undone. It’s almost impossible to catch him without the bracelet on, only taking it off when deemed unsafe to wear it. He couldn’t stop talking about it the minute you’d given him the bracelet, quick to interject conversations with other spiders just so he can show off your work with pride. He’s beaming brighter than the sun, there’s something so sweet in how much he adores everything that reminds him of you. 

ɢᴡᴇɴ was more nervous than excited at first, the last thing she wanted to do was break something you put the time and effort into making her. She at first hides it in her drum kit where she keeps all other things she loves, too scared to accidentally ruin it. But you reassure her it’s okay, it’s just a simple threaded bracelet. Just cherish it while she has it, she always has you to make another. She wears it more often now, sometimes coming to you under the guise of having you “fix” it but she just wants to see you.

ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ rolls his eyes when you offer him it, but still begrudgingly holds out his arm so you can tie it onto his wrist. He tells you the minute it gets in the way he’ll take it off, but it’s been tied firmly around his wrist for months with no intention of budging. He may act like it’s just a simple bracelet but you’ve seen how his eyes soften whenever he’s toying with it, a gentle smile wavering across his face as he straightens out the letter beads and makes sure no threads are loose.

ɴᴏɪʀ helps you make it, he’s unsure of what colors he’s picking out but likes the ones that are so different in their shades. He trusts you to make him something beautiful, watching intently as you carefully make the bracelet for him. For him, you focus on design rather than color, the knots pulling together into a pretty daisy chain made from the threads. He’s not sure on whether or not the colors were a good choice, but he’s in love with the sweet little design you made him.

#gn reader #atsv #atsv x reader #across the spiderverse #Miles Morales #miles morales x reader #hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #pavitr prabhakar #pavitr prabhakar x reader #gwen stacy #gwen stacy x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #spider noir #spider noir x reader

[fun-k-board]

Could you possibly write some dating headcanons for Ben Reilly?? He is such a himbo, I love him sm :D

Dating headcanons for ATSV Ben Reilly

Note(s) : The reader is a Spider from another universe!

I'm just gonna guess that you mean ATSV Ben! My bad if that's not the case, this might be OOC because I haven't seen the movie since it came out.

He feels like you're so strange and different to him, you don't speak out loud what your emotions are and that's so different from his universe, it's almost like a puzzle that Ben is desperate to solve, even if he can just ask you, audibly guessing is just that much more fun.

Ben isn't too smart with body language, in his universe, everybody says what they're feeling or doing, so if you're somebody who has very neutral expressions, he tends to get confused a lot and misinterpret your actions. He doesn't do this on purpose, and you can always correct him which he fully accepts.

Ben loves to give you things, usually it's a modified version of your web shooter, or maybe extra web fluid, if you're a spider that needs it, a gift that would benefit you and the missions you go on, but he also gives you matching clothing items.

While he'd never trade his blue hoodie for something else, don't even try it's not going to happen, he's willing to wear bracelets, rings, a new belt, etc, etc. Sometimes he makes them, which is usually from one of those crappy DIY bracelet kits, but usually they're one of those couple bracelets with magnets you can click together.

But he might wear a different hoodie for casual clothing, maybe on a date to another universe of one of your own, he's not a suit and tie, fancy dinner type of guy.

He's a clone of Peter, he's going to be broke.

Fully willing to give and receive PDA, the only times he won't is if you don't want to, he always says things audibly so you can know when he'll give you a hug or a kiss, and if you don't want one, then you can just say no or move away.

Ben despises beach dates, the sand gets everywhere, it triggers his spider sense whenever a beach ball gets near him, if you're in your universe or one that isn't like his, people stare when he narrates.

His ideal date is a pizza date, what does that entail? Either, you go to one of those places where you can customise your own pizza, or, you bake your own at home! He thinks it's fun to experiment with flavour and different kinds of pizza.

He just likes pizza, okay?

Specifically Hawaiian pizza.

Ben's a workout boyfriend, he's always lifting, fighting villains, or holding up a helicopter, he's buff, and he also likes to carry you. It doesn't matter how heavy you are, or if you're not heavy at all, he's strong enough to carry you wherever or whenever.

He gets sad whenever you have a mission and he's not paired with you, and vice versa for when he's on a mission and not with you. Sometimes he calls you mid fight, which means either one of you is running from a villain and being all 'awh, I love you!(⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡' but then a metal tentacle crushes your watch because you were distracted.

Let's hope Miguel finds your or Ben before your atoms dissolve.

Ben isn't too panicked when you're hurt, it all depends on how you're reacting, even if you've broken all of your bones, if you're chill, so is he. Obviously, he's always concerned, and you'll hear 'my beloved is injured, they're hurt and I can't do anything! But I must stay strong, so they can.' But besides that, he's cool.

Speaking of, he has a lot of harrowing memories, and while he doesn't rely on you, he will occasionally seek comfort. Ben will usually just sob into your shoulder for a few hours, and after that, will probably cuddle you and trap you into a snuggle buddy situation, not like you're complaining.

Whenever you're sad, he won't expect you to come to him, but he'll accept you with open arms if you do. Whether you just want to cuddle, or have him in the same room, or if you just want comfort food, or a drink, or whatever. He's fine with whatever you want, and he'll provide whatever you want.

Within reason, obviously.

Ben isn't dumb, yes, he's a bit clueless and tends to get distracted, but he's incredibly smart when it comes to fighting, and he was previously a teacher, (I think, correct me if I'm wrong) so he's completely capable of being a smart ass if you get something wrong. Not in a mean way, just a corrective 'uhm, well actually 🤓' type of way?

He likes to have double dates! Whether Peter is with MJ, or Gwen, or whoever Peter Parker managed to rizz up, given that Peter is sort of like his brother, he likes to spend time with him, and he also likes spending time with you.

#atsv x fem reader #atsv x gn reader #atsv x male reader #atsv x reader #scarlet spider x reader #scarlet spider x gn reader #scarlet spider x male reader #scarlet spider x fem reader #ben reilly x male reader #ben reilly x gn reader #ben reilly x fem reader #ben reilly x reader #spiderman #spider man #across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #atsv #atsv ben reilly #spiderman atsv #ben reilly atsv

[yourftmfriend]

I can imagine Miguel biting reader and his venom leads to them becoming paralyzed and leads to Miguel fucking himself on readers cock or face.-🥭

aw i can just imagine it. he didn’t bite you on purpose. for sure. but he sure as hell enjoyed how he can use you like this. he’d just ride your face to no end as you couldn’t even struggle with his venom in your veins. his clit against your nose as he grinded himself on your face desperately, in hopes of reaching his high. he’d grasp your hair, pulling and playing with it. once he came on your face he’d move onto your dick. it was still hard as he slid it in. you could feel him holding onto your chest as he jumped up and down your cock. he kept muttering curses under his breath in both Spanish and English. sure you hated not being able to touch him but you admit the sight was heavenly. he tried so hard to cum without your touch, playing with his clit and nipples while he jumped up and down on your dick but his poor little body couldn’t handle all the stimulation. he latched onto your neck to keep his moans in, trying not to bite you again considering your situation. he wouldn’t ever admit but he needs your touch to actually cum. he just claims that he doesn’t need you to cum-is what started this all in the first place-. once he came for the second time he lifted himself up your cock just to collapse onto your chest. you are definitely going to get back on him for that one.

#top male reader #dom male reader #dom gn reader #male reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara smut #sub miguel o'hara #bottom miguel o'hara #ftm miguel o’hara #miguel x male reader #atsv smut #sub atsv