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redstarwriting · 11 months

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the clash | v. ever fallen in love

hobie brown x goth!reader

word count: 3.1k

genre: enemies to lovers

warnings: language, insults, hobie hating you, you hating hobie, mentions of death, demonic names, mentions of injuries, giving and receiving stitches, geniuses being dumbasses

a/n: these keep getting longer LMAO which is wild too bc i literally had an idea to make this chapter even longer, but i had to end up splitting it up. thank you to everyone who’s reading the series, i appreciate you all more than you will ever know. please enjoy this chapter, the next should be out either late tonight or tomorrow :)

previous chapter: iv. london calling

now reading: v. ever fallen in love

next chapter: vi. (with someone you shouldn’t’ve)

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It’s been a few months since you’ve become a part of Spider Society, and much to everyone’s disappointment, you and Hobie still hate each other. Even though on any given day the two of you will be seen around each other, you’re always arguing. Yelling. There have been multiple times where the two of you almost fought, but someone always breaks it up before it gets to that point. “Ready to go, Hobie?” Gwen asks, and he scoffs. “Can’t believe ‘m bein’ forced to go to that dickhead’s world by you of all people,” he grumbles, and she rolls her eyes. “C’mon man, we all know that you’ve both been way more irritable towards everyone because you haven’t seen each other in what? Like two days?”

“I’ll be a lot worse when I see them, I can promise ya that, mate,” he snaps and Miles shakes his head. “Yeah, sure. Whatever, Hobie,” he says as Gwen pulls up the portal to your world. “Are you excited to see them? I haven’t seen you two apart for this long ever, you’re always together,” Pavitr says, side-eying Hobie. He keeps trying to tell Gwen and Miles the two of you only hate each other because you have strong feelings for one another and don’t know how to face them.

“I’m telling you, they’re obsessed with each other,” Pavitr says as he, Gwen, and Miles sit in his home, sipping some chai. “Obsessed with wanting to kill each other maybe, but that’s about it,” Miles says, and Pavitr groans. “No! You’ve got it all wrong! Neither of them knows how to express their feelings and that’s the only reason they act the way they do!” he tries to convince them, but Gwen and Miles just glance at each other. “I don’t know, Pav,” Gwen says. “I picked up on the romantic tension between the two of you immediately, why are you doubting my genius social cue reading now?”

“You need to stop being such a romantic, Pav. The two of them would rather eat glass than be romantically involved in any way,” Gwen responded, but Pavitr was not convinced.

He still isn’t. Hobie laughs. “Excited? You must be mental to think I’d be chuffed to see them,” he responds, and Pavitr sighs. One day. One day he will get Hobie to admit he cares for you.

Gwen was honestly a little nervous for this little meet-up. The two of you had a really bad fight recently, and trying to get the two of you back to talking level seems a little ambitious.

“You what?” he yelled, causing you to roll your eyes. “I’m being mentored by Miguel.” Hobie stares at you, not saying anything, with his mouth slightly open before he shakes his head. He’s very angry, but you simply don’t care. “He’s helping me, Hobie. We both have the venomous bite thing, so he’s trying to help me out with it and helping me adjust to–”

“Don’t you dare say adjust to fuckin’ Spider Society like I ain’t been here the whole time.”

“You never necessarily helped, Hobie. Unless you count constantly insulting me and–”

“Nah, don’t gimme that fuckin’ rubbish, (Y/n),” he growls, and you cross your arms. “Why are you so mad about it anyway?” He laughs. “Why am I mad? Seriously?! You’re the right fuckin’ hand of the pitch and toss!”

“The what?” you ask and he groans. “The fuckin’ boss, (Y/n)! The man!”

“So what, Hobart?! In case you forgot you’re a part of this society, you listen to Miguel too!”

“I fuckin’ don’t!”

“You fucking do!” By this point, you’d pulled attention from several other spiders, not only because of the yelling but because their senses were going off. The two of you were too focused on each other to realize they were all ready to pounce on the two of you. “Fuckin’ piss off before I do somethin’ we both regret,” he growls, and you laugh. “Make me.”

The two of you were separated after that and haven’t talked to each other since. Granted, it’s only been two days, but that is long for the two of you, honestly. And it’s been making everyone a target of Hobie’s rude remarks and your cynicism. The two of you need to talk because clearly, not talking just makes the two of you feel worse.

Even though Hobie’s acting like this is the worst thing his friends could possibly do to him, he does kind of sort of miss you. Which he hates. It’s been two days and he’s already missing you? Disgusting. He can’t wait to yell at you about it. He’s able to keep his cool and pretend like he really doesn’t want to go, but in reality, he’s so anxious to see you. “Alright, come on,” Gwen says, motioning for Hobie to enter the portal. He glances around at them. “Makin’ me go first?”

“Can’t have you run off at the last minute,” Gwen says and he sighs. “Whatever,” he says, walking a little too fast into the portal. He only stops when he’s enveloped in a familiar darkness. He feels something brush up against his leg, and he lets go of a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding. “Good seein’ ya, Shadow,” he says, bending down to give your cat some attention. Shadow headbutts him and he scratches between his ears. Your cat loves Hobie, much to your disdain.

“You hurt him, I kill you,” you said to him the second time he was at your place. He picked up Shadow while you were in your room, and when you came out and saw him holding your baby, you were ready to fight. But you were ready to fight him at any given moment anyways. “I won’t hurt him. He’s much cooler than his owner anyways,” Hobie says, petting his head. You roll your eyes. “Yeah well– wait is he purring?” you say, and Hobie smirks at you. “Looks like he likes me better than his owner too.”

“Shut the fuck up. Shadow!” you call your cat, your voice going from a tone that screams ‘I hate you’ to one that screams ‘I love you.’ Of course, Shadow’s ears perk up and he hops out of Hobie’s arms and right over to yours. You stick your tongue out at Hobie, who rolls his eyes and looks away to cover up the dusting of a smile on his face. “What are you, 12?” he asks, and you scoff. “Can I hold Shadow?” Pavitr asks, and you hand him to him without a second thought. But no matter who you passed him to, he’d either end up in yours or Hobie’s lap.

He's so lost in the memory that he doesn’t even sense you approaching. “So, you decided to actually show up. I’m surprised,” he hears your voice and looks up at you. “Wasn’t exactly by choice, love. If I had it my way, I’d never be in this hellhole again,” he retorts, and you just shake your head and say nothing. That’s strange. You thought for sure you would mention something about him being forced to do something even though he always does what he wants. “What? Have you lost your spitfire after only two days of not talkin’ to me?” he asks, standing. You sigh. “I just… I don’t have the energy to fight today, Hobie. Okay?”

Don’t have the energy? You literally always have the energy to fight with him. Before he can say anything else, Pavitr comes through the portal.

“(Y/n)! How have you been?” he asks, excitedly, hugging you. Hobie doesn’t like that. But what he doesn’t like even more is the slight look of pain that spreads across your face for a split second. He observes silently as you play it off like nothing happened, and Pavitr is none the wiser to it. Gwen and Miles enter shortly after, and the dynamic you all had before yours and Hobie’s attempted murder of each other returns. Except for the constant bickering between you and Hobie. Instead, it’s just a lot of silent glaring, and subtle reactions. “Okay, hold on. What the hell is this?” Miles asks, and you both look at him. “What?” you say at the same time, ending in a side eye to each other. “That! That right there, why aren’t you two threatening to tear each other’s heads off because you said the same thing?” Miles asks, and Hobie shrugs. “I got nothin’ to say to them.”

“Ditto,” you say, and the three of them look at you two like your heads just got cut off. “Are you serious?”

“Do I look like I’m havin’ a laugh, mate?” Hobie snaps at Miles and he puts his hands up in surrender. “This… is odd. I can’t recall the last time it was quiet between you two.”

“Because it never was. They always went for each other’s throats like their own lives depended on it,” Pavitr says to Gwen, and you clear your throat. “We’re right here, you know,” you say with a forced grin. “Yeah, care to save the talkin’ bout us til we aren’t around?” Hobie grumbles and the three glance at each other before nodding. “Sorry, you two…” Gwen says, and you shrug. “It’s whatever. Dealt with worse,” you say, and Hobie nods. He glances over at you again. How is no one else noticing how weird you’re acting? Is he the only one who pays attention to you or some shit?

This isn’t the first time he’s picked up on your odd behaviors. Within the time he knew you, he was able to notice your behaviors unlike anyone else.

He wasn’t necessarily looking for you. He’d never go out of his way to look for you in a million years, yet here he was. In your world because you didn’t show up at the allotted time everyone was gonna meet up at in his world. He webbed up to the tallest building, the Ember Stake Building. It resembled that of a wooden stake, except all black and metal instead of wood. Sure enough, you were there. “You’re late.”

You turn and look at him, but don’t say anything. Instead, you just turn away. He frowns. “What’s that all about, then?” he asks, plopping next to you. You sigh. “I think I’m just gonna stay here tonight.”

“What? Why? Because you’re too borin’ to do anythin’ fun? Gotta work late tonight?”

“No. Personal reasons,” you say and he cocks his head to the side. “Such as?”

“Fuck off, Hobie. I’m not telling you.”

“Yes, you are. What’s goin’ on in that empty head of yours?” he asks and you give him an unamused look. “It’s the anniversary of my Uncle Belial’s death,” you mumble. He frowns. “Ah. I see.”

“...Yeah.” The two of you sit in silence, the wind the only noise happening before he sighs. “Well then, you’re definitely comin’ tonight.” He stands. You look at him. “I just said-”

“And I don’t give a shit. Come on, your friends are waitin’ for you. Besides, they can help ya get your mind off of it. Chop-chop.” You ended up going because you were forced to. But you did have a good time. Hobie was right, it helped you get your mind off of things. And maybe you were reading into it, but he seemed just a tad bit nicer to you that night than normal.

And you could tell his.

“And what the hell is your problem today?” you appear behind Hobie who is angrily restringing his guitar in his common room at Spider Society. “Well now you’re a part of it,” he responds. You sit on the floor across from him. “As much as I’m happy just my presence can reduce you to a massive asshole, I don’t think I’m the only reason this time.”

“How could you even tell?”

You shrug. “You busy your mind and hands when you’ve got something on your mind,” you say, and he looks at you. He clicks his tongue and shakes his head. “Didn’t realize you were obsessed with me.”

“You wish,” you say. He sighs. “New group of fascist assholes showed up today,” he begrudgingly opens up and you nod. “Told you so.” He glares at you. “Had to say it,” you say, “But you’ll beat them. You always do.” He glances at you. “And if you can’t, I’ll just take care of it for you.” He laughs, unamused. “I’d like to see you try.”

He’s unsure why so many memories are flooding back to him at this moment in time. The answer is that he’s obsessed with you and Pavitr is right, but we don’t need to talk about that until he realizes it for himself. Maybe not seeing you has made him think about you more for some reason. He shakes his head, rejoining the conversation. Everything goes surprisingly well for the rest of the time you all are together. Unfortunately, Gwen gets a notice that something is happening in her world, and she has to go. Miles follows, and Pavitr is torn between going with them or staying with the two of you to make sure no one gets murdered. Or to see some romantic shit.

“We been behavin’, haven’t we?” Hobie says, a bit relieved they were leaving so he could find out what was up with you. You were close with the others, but even they’ve commented on you two only opening up with each other. “You actually have… and maybe it’d be good to leave them alone. Talk out whatever issues they’re having,” Miles says to Pavitr and Gwen, who look at each other but reluctantly agree. Miles and Pav rush into Gwen’s world before her. “I swear if you two kill each other I’m going to kill both of you,” Gwen says, walking backward into the portal to her world and pointing at the two of you. “We won’t.”

“Probably,” Hobie finishes, and Gwen rolls her eyes before disappearing. There’s a silent tension between the two of you before he speaks up. “What happened?”

“I don’t know what you’re–”

“Don’t play dumb with me, now. What happened?” he pushes, and you frown at him. Shadow leaps up into your lap and nuzzles you. You sigh and gently pet him. Hobie stays silent, watching and waiting. “Just… bad day,” you mumble. “Bad day, how?”

“Bad spider day.” He hums. “That why you looked like Pav stabbed ya after that hug?” You look at him, surprised. “You saw that?”

“Course I did. ‘m not fuckin’ daft,” he responds, and you look at Shadow. “Yeah… it’s nothing, though. Just a few scratches, typical Spider-Person shit,” you say, and he nods. “Let me see, then.”

“What?”

“Let me see.”

“Why?”

“Cause you’re lyin’,” he shrugs, and you glare at him. “Have I told you I hated you?”

“Not recently, but yeah.” You glare at him but sigh. “Fuck you, Hobie,” you mumble, but shrug off your oversized cardigan. His eyes widen as he sees deep lacerations and bruises spread across your shoulder and onto your back. He stands up and approaches you without even realizing it. You watch him as he studies your injuries. “Who did this?” His voice sounds darker than you’ve ever heard it. You look away from him. “Does it matter?”

“Yes,” he responds immediately. You turn your head to look at him again, only to have him staring directly into your eyes. “Prowler,” you mumble, and he frowns. “The worst of the worst in your world,” he whispers to himself, recalling a conversation the two of you had months ago. He glances around. “Where’s your first aid kit?” he asks, and you look at him with a side-eye. “Why?”

“Cause I wanna get high off the painkillers in it, why do you think, you dolt?” he snaps, and you point to your bathroom. “Under the sink.” He gets up and walks into your bathroom, grabs the first aid kit, and walks back out to you on your couch. “Turn round and move a bit,” he says, and you do. He sits behind you, starting to clean and stitch to your injuries up. You wince slightly and he frowns. “Why haven’t you done this yet?”

“I can’t reach back there myself.”

“Then ask someone else to do it.”

“I don’t have anyone to ask anymore.”

“Yes, you do,” he says without missing a beat. You turn your head to say something snarky to him, but he looks at you at the same time. Your faces are closer than the two of you expected, causing you both to quickly look away. You can feel your face burning, and you’re grateful the injuries are mainly on your back and not close to your heart because you don’t want to hear his comments about how fast it’s beating. On an equal note, Hobie’s happy you aren’t looking at him because he has his jaw clenched and swallows hard. His heart is beating just as fast, but he pretends like it’s nothing, just like you. He finishes the stitches, placing bandages over top of them. “Done,” he says, and you mutter a quick ‘thank you’ as he tosses the first aid kit onto your coffee table. “Should be healed by tomorrow,” you mumble, and he nods. “When did that happen?”

“A few hours before you all got here,” you admit, and he frowns. “And you were just gonna pretend nothing happened?”

“Yes. I told you earlier, I’m too tired to deal with any bullshit today, okay?” you confess, and he frowns.

“He get ya that good cause you’re tired?”

“I guess.”

“When’s the last time you slept?”

“Dunno.”

“Stop lyin’ love,” he says, and the nickname you hate oh so much sounds just a little sweeter to you than it should. “Couple days ago.”

“You haven’t slept in two days?” You shake your head, and he sighs. “Go the fuck to sleep. Now.”

“But–”

“Go,” he demands, pointing to your bedroom. You groan, “You’re so fucking annoying,” you mumble, getting up and dragging yourself to your room. “Yeah, yeah whatever,” he says, following you. You flop onto your bed as he leans against the doorframe, arms crossed. “Come to tuck me in?”

“You wish,” he watches as Shadow hops up onto your bed, curling up against you. You immediately put your hand on him and pet him. Hobie frowns as he feels a pang of annoyance toward your cat. “Gonna stand there and watch me sleep or something?” your voice pulls him out of his ridiculous thoughts, and he scoffs. “Gonna stand here and make sure you don’t try to get up as soon as I go,” he says, and you sigh. “Fine,” you mutter, rolling away from him. He stands there until he’s sure you’re asleep. He glances at Shadow, who is still awake and staring at him. He puts his finger to his lips to say “shh” as he pulls his mask over his head.

He and the Prowler of this world need to have a bit of a chat.

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lovelyjj · 5 months

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maybe a mix of “i’m just afraid” and “tell me the truth”? 🫶

avoidance

jj maybank x reader

wc: 1.4k

a/n: I lowkey hate this.

You and JJ were the best of friends. You did everything together. He was your person you told everything to. He was your partner in crime. There were no secrets between the two of you.

You and JJ were on the couch that was on John B’s porch, enjoying the rain. The rain was blanketing the outer banks in water, soaking the grass and trees.

“I love the rain,” you stated.

“Really why?” JJ asked.

“I don’t know it makes me feel less alone, like the sky is crying with me.”

“That’s a really good reason,” JJ replied.

“Thanks,” you smiled.

“You want to dance?” JJ asked with a goofy grin on his face.

“In the rain?” You questioned surprised.

“In the rain,” JJ confirmed.

“Ok.”

JJ got up and reached his hand out for you to take, which you gladly accepted. The two of you went out on the grass and JJ held onto one hand. Then he put one hand on your waist and you put the hand not holding his, on his shoulder.

You guys danced and he spun you around and you got soaking wet. You were having a lot of fun though. You were having a blast and so was JJ.

When you were finished JJ ushered you inside as you giggled.

You both changed into dry clothes and afterwards JJ had an idea.

“Let’s make some hot chocolate,” JJ announced.

“Yes please,” you answered.

JJ whipped up two mugs of cocoa and you both sipped yours quietly.

“Tastes good,” you whispered.

“Wanna watch a movie?” you asked JJ.

“Sure,” JJ replied.

You both settled into John B’s living room and put on spider-man. You ended up falling asleep on the pullout couch.

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A couple days later you were all going out on the boat. The day was bright and sunny perfect for going out on the water.

JJ was looking at you in your bikini top. He knew he shouldn’t be looking at his best friend like that but he couldn’t help it. You looked hot and JJ could hardly look away from your chest.

You were oblivious to JJ’s ogling. You were happy to be on the boat with your friends.

“I can’t believe the weather is so nice,” you spoke.

“Yeah it’s perfect,” Pope responded.

“I thought it would be windy out here on the water,” JJ said removing his attention from your breasts.

“Hope we can catch some fish,” John B announced.

“Should be able to,” JJ commented.

While the boys were fishing, you Kiara and Sarah were on your phones. You were looking through your photos and you noticed how many you had of you and JJ.

There was one of you two at the beach with the waves in the background and a pretty sunset.

“Can I post this J?” you asked.

“Let me see it.”

You handed your phone to JJ and he took it. He scanned the image and smiled a genuine smile.

“Yeah that’s a good one. Go ahead fire away.”

You gave him a smile and decided to post the picture.

After a while you got a few comments. One was from Sarah that said, “Goals.”

You ignored it because you didn’t want to draw attention to it. The last thing you needed was people assuming your in a relationship with JJ cause your not. Your just friends and that’s all you ever will be.

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You were spending more and more time with JJ. Sometimes with the other pogues and sometimes just the two of you.

You were starting to catch feelings for him. You didn’t know how or why but being around him brought out the best in you. You started to fall in love with your best friend. You were scared you’ve never felt this way before. And what if he doesn’t love you back.

You decided to go to Kiara and ask for her help. She was working at the wreck, so you made your way over there.

“Hey Kie, I need your help,” you hesitated.

“Yeah sure y/n whatever you need,” Kiara replied.

“Here let’s sit down,” Kiara said as she directed you to a small table by the window.

You sat across from her and she gave you a kind smile with kind eyes.

“What’s up,” Kiara started.

“Well um I’ve sorta had these feelings for a certain someone and I’m not sure what to do about it. I just know I don’t want to tell them,” you began.

“Why don’t you want to tell them,” Kiara asked.

“I’m just afraid,” you bit your lip.

“What do you have to be afraid of?”

“Well first of all he could not feel the same way. He could reject me. He could laugh in my face. The list goes on,” you threw your hands up in the air.

“JJ wouldn’t do that,” Kiara raised a brow.

“How do you know it’s JJ?” You asked.

“Oh come on, who else would it be.”

“You’ve got a point.” you laughed.

“Speak of the devil,” Kiara whispered as you turned to the sound of the door opening.

JJ sauntered in to the wreck, Pope, John B and Sarah following suit.

“The gangs all here,” Kiara exclaimed.

“I need to go,” you whispered to Kiara.

“What why?”

“I just need to, ok!”

You slipped out the back door leaving the rest of the crew utterly confused.

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You have been avoiding JJ. It’s not that you wanted to, you hated the distance between you and not seeing him but you didn’t know how to act around him anymore.

You were getting worried because you thought JJ was on to you. Now JJ was getting worried because he hasn’t seen you in a while. He figured that you were mad at him. He hated it.

When the pogues would hang out all together you would not be there. You would miss the activities they had planned.

It was getting harder and harder hiding your feelings from JJ. You would always blush or your heart would beat really fast. So your only option you decided was to stop hanging out with him.

JJ was confused because of your absence. He was going to get to the bottom of this. He was determined.

He assumed you would be at your house. So that’s where he showed up. He knocked on your door a few times and after a few minutes you came to the door. You were shocked to see JJ standing there.

You wanted to run back to your room and hide. You were embarrassed by your actions. Just all of a sudden ghosting him. He didn’t deserve that.

“Hey um so I miss you. A lot. And I think we need to talk,” JJ scratched the back of his neck.

“Sure.”

You stepped outside and closed the door behind you.

“I need to know why your avoiding me,” JJ insisted.

“I’m not avoiding you.”

“y/n.”

“Ok ok I’ve been avoiding you because I didn’t want to see you.” You nervously crossed your arms and looked down.

JJ wasn’t buying it. “No. Tell me the truth.”

As you looked into JJ’s pleading blue eyes you felt your stomach flip. You couldn’t lie to him even if you tried.

“Fine. You want the truth? The truth is I’m in love with you. And I don’t know how to act around you anymore. I assumed you didn’t feel the same way so to save myself the rejection, I avoided you.”

“You thought I wouldn’t feel the same way?” JJ questioned.

“I’ve been in love with you for years,” JJ confessed.

“Really?”

JJ nodded his head.

“I can’t believe you did all that.�� JJ said surprised.

You took a step closer to JJ and he took your face in his hands.

“Come here,” JJ whined.

You didn’t need to be asked twice. You leaned in and JJ placed lips on yours. Instantly you felt electrifying sparks shoot trough you. Your stomach erupted with butterflies. The kiss was gentle and delicate. JJ was excited and you were giddy.

Your lips were crushing together and moving against each other. JJ was feeling warm all over. Your hands were resting on JJ’s shoulders. One of JJ’s hand rested on your jaw and one hand snaked lower to your butt squeezing lightly. This caused you to gasp, allowing JJ’s tongue to slide into your mouth.

After making out you pulled away breathless. You wore a big smile and JJ laughed.

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.” JJ broke the silence.

“I’ve missed you too,” you responded.

“Will you be mine?” JJ asked.

“Yes, I’ll be yours,” you exclaimed.

JJ picked you up and spun you around, your laughter mixing together to create a sense of harmony and happiness. Since you and JJ were best of friends your romantic relationship will only flourish because you loved each other wholeheartedly.

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fairytsuk1 · 11 months

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mr. o'hara | (s)

pairing: miguel o' hara x reader

words: 2.0k

warnings: workplace relationship, cunnilingus, dom!miguel, over the desk, degradation, fingering, size difference, dom/sub dynamics

He was impossible to ignore. Yeah, with a wide frame and dominating presence that kept you on edge. Impossible. You were his equal, a cute brown-skinned Spider-Man. You could swing, you had spidey senses… you were more Spider-Man than him!

That didn’t keep you from daydreaming about Miguel, though. You knew you should hate him. His rudeness and closed-off nature should annoy you to no end. But you didn’t hate him, not at all. If anything, you were endeared. He was rude at times, but you could tell there was to be more to him. Before everything happened.

Jess caught and engaged you in conversation while you were meandering about the complex one afternoon, “hey, Miguel needs to see you.”

You froze, swallowing your anxieties.

“Me?”

“I don’t know anyone else,” she smiled and crossed her arms, “why do you look so nervous? You do somethin’ wrong?”

“No! Of course not; I’m sure it’s nothing.”

She smiled cooly, “I’m sure too. You should get going.”

“Right!”

You quickly saunter off, eager to escape her calm and piercing gaze. Miguel might be mad, might be furious even. You’re considering whether you should jump to your death before seeing him, but somehow find yourself behind the doors of his lair in minutes. Swallowing dryly, they open, and there’s no air in your lungs as you enter the room.

Miguel is facing away from you, and there’s a tense feeling in the air as you approach from below. You don’t speak, and your core throbs seeing him stand so casually in his suit. You look down; you look obedient. Like you’re at his mercy. Miguel peeks behind himself, eyes narrowed but widening at your submissive self.

Neither of you speaks as he’s lowered to the ground, and you glance at your… boss. He looks so fine as he prepares to scold you for your misdeeds. He calls your name, voice drawling out like honey. It leaves you slick and breathless.

“Did you even hear me just now? Do you understand the mistake you’ve made?”

Your eyes flit around as you try to repeat his words back to him. Everything goes so wrong. You can’t find your voice, and Miguel is twisting his features at you to determine why you are acting so strange.

“I-I’m sorry,” it comes out meekly, “I didn’t mean to cause any harm.”

“Am I meant to take your word for it?”

He draws closer; you must crane your neck to maintain eye contact. He’s more menacing as he towers over you. It makes your pussy throb, knowing how easily he could pick you up and seat you over his cock. He’d fill you so well you could feel him in your throat.

“You can believe me! I promise it won’t happen again.”

There’s a ghost of a smirk on Miguel’s lips as he steps back to cross his arms.

“Fine. But, you need a punishment,” Miguel leans against a pillar, crossing his lean legs, “what do you think is suitable for you? Since you’re so… sorry.”

You know what he’s implying. It drips from every word that slips through his lips. You can hear it in the way he lets the pauses hang in the air. Make you listen, submit to him.

A punishment that seemed appropriate... you can’t help but trail your eyes over his clothed cock. Was that a bulge, or was he that big? You drag your eyes back to his, and Miguel’s already narrowed his intense stare at you.

“I-I’ll do anything you need me to, Miguel.”

“Hm.”

You take the bait, drawing closer and sniffling. He watches you with an unreadable expression.

“Get on your knees then.”

Automatically and pathetically, your knees thump against the floor as you sink down. You’re eye-level with his cock now, growing harder as you stare up at him. He’s smirking now, hand tenderly stroking your pulled-back hair before roughly dwarfing your bun with his massive hand.

Your mouth is salivating as you eye his attractive figure. There’s a slight push as he tugs you closer to his lower half. Immediately, you open your mouth and lick your tongue over the growing bulge. You don’t want to disappoint him. He makes quiet noises, grunts, and groans as his hips buck towards your soft pillowy lips and awaiting hot mouth.

“God, cariño, do you always suck your superior’s cocks? Are you always such a whore?”

You pull away, mouth slick with spit, “N-no! I-I’d only do this for you.”

He smiles in earnest, “As you should. Go on, let my fat cock stretch your pretty little lips. Show me you’re sorry, pretty.”

It’s easy to listen to him, letting him guide you as he rids himself of his suit and allows his cock to slap against your cheek. The pre-cum sticks in a glob, and your cheeks are hot as he hits the tip against the apple of your cheek again and again.

“This should be your new job; what do you think?”

A whimper escapes you, a weak protest.

“No? That’s too bad…”

The end of his sentence trails off as he rubs the tip over the slick of your bottom lip. Miguel seems to lose himself in both the visual and sensation, then he lines himself up with the opening in your mouth.

“Open, mami.”

You eagerly obey, letting him split your lips open and fill your mouth. He lets out a long, relieved sigh like he needs this. Wanting this, “Coño, your mouth is fucking amazing. Sucking me so good, fuuuck.”

Miguel’s cock is massive, and tears prick your eyes as you swallow him. You gag, but he doesn’t relent in sliding down your throat till your nose is brushing the hair that curls at the base of his dick. He overwhelms you, and your wrist sneaks into your panties to rub desperate circles.

If Miguel notices your fingering, he doesn’t mention anything about it. He only raggedly breaths, shallowly thrusting his hips while controlling your head with a fierce grip on your hair. Whining, you give him your best needy eyes as your throat constricts; he hisses and pulls you off.

“Sorry, cariño,” he laughs lowly, watching you heave for air as his cock stands hard and leaks, “your throat felt too good. Come here.”

Despite your recovering raw throat, you stand and face him. He immediately drags your soft palm towards his cock, urging you to jerk him off. There’s the sound of fabric ripping as he makes access for his hands to stroke your wet folds; you’ll ask about repairing your suit later. Soon enough, you’re connected as you eagerly make out, quivering and moaning against each-others lips. All this under the sound of squelching, mewling, slapping, and heady pleasure.

“Miguel, I need you. Please…”

He pants, feeling weak from your hand dragging over his head and smearing the pre-cum. If your pussy was anything like your throat, he might cum in an instant. Quickly wrenching your hand away, Miguel gives you a deep kiss before pawing at your waist.

“You need me? Really? Then beg for it.”

“Miguel…”

“Do it, or I won’t fuck you at all, which is what you deserve considering earlier,” his hands grip your waist even tighter, and you can see the flash of white in his canines.

It’s a clear threat; he practically growls at you, “Don’t forget yourself.”

Considering how weak you are for him, for how your cunt is drooling and fluttering to be filled, begging isn’t so bad. You bat your eyelashes, “please fuck me, Miguel. I’m so fucking wet, and I need you. I’m sorry, so please…”

He makes no move, and you amp it up. Your hands palm his pecs, making yourself small as you grind your lithe body against him, “I want to feel you. Raw, please fuck me.”

You’re unsure what causes the switch, but you see it swirling in his eyes before he finds whatever he wants. His smile grows like a Cheshire cat, strong arms angling your waist to bend over his desk while he positions himself behind you, “wow, you really are sorry. I’m proud of you,” he sighs, flicking his head against your sensitive clit.

“Miguel…”

“I know, baby,” he coos, sliding in inch by inch as you nearly spasm under him, “that’s it, feel me. Squeeze my cock, show me how much your pretty pussy loves me.”

“Oh, Miguel! I-I can’t; it’s too big!”

It leaves you breathless. Miguel spears you, thighs tensing as he pushes inch by devastating inch inside your sopping pussy. It’s so much, yet you take it like the good girl you are or as Miguel grunts in your ear. You can only whine into his work desk, arms held hostage by his strong arms as he waits till his balls slap against the lips of your pussy.

You’re full to the brim, almost feeling Miguel in your throat as he makes sure not to blow his load too early into your greedy hole.

“Mig–Miggy…!”

You miss his happy face at your submissiveness, knees knocking like a newborn fawn as he thrusts his hips against your ass. Your boss puts effort into his thrusts that shake your body up and down. There’s a clatter from things dropping from his desk, but neither of you cares as you fuck like rabbits.

“Yes! Yes, please! S-So good, so good! Miguel, you feel so good,” you sob, crying out for him, “thank you! Thank you, Miggy.”

Miguel fucks into you hard, feeling your hot insides mold around his cock and make room for him to hump your needy cunt. He closes his eyes as you cry for him, focusing on the tightness of your pussy and how you’re fucking thanking him for pleasing you.

You’re exactly where you should be. He muses as his eyes rake over your sweaty, fucked out form. He dominated you so quickly, and he couldn’t be harder at the thought of it. His hands dig into your hips, leaving bruises in their wake. This was your punishment, no matter how much you loved it, no matter how much you creamed all over his cock.

“I-I’m getting close! Oh, fuck, fuck! Miguel…!”

Clearly, you enjoyed your punishment more than he hoped.

“Eres tan preciosa, ah fuck,” he gasps, bullying his cock into your creaming pussy and hitting the spot that makes you see stars, “take it. Fuck, take it!”

Miguel could feel you squeezing tighter around him. He was also losing himself, feeling the push of fangs through his gums as his claws made their dramatic appearance. Your hands desperately grab for purchase on his desk, but you get no relief as your eyes roll back, and you cum the hardest you ever have. Miguel pants, wrenching an arm around your neck. The feeling of his big strong hand splaying over the column of your throat leaves your brain dumb.

“Yeah, yeah. Remember this, what a good girl,” he whispers in your hair, hips shuddering as you clench wildly, “qué maravilla.”

Every muscle in your body tenses up, feeling your toes curl and your head tilt back. You can hardly form a coherent sentence, only mumbling as your orgasm crashes onto you. Your hips can’t stop shaking, jutting towards Miguel as he takes care of you. You shouldn’t be acting so desperate with your boss, but you can’t help it, considering he’s given you the most intense orgasm of your tender life.

“Oh fuck.”

Miguel cums hard. His hips stutter in your tempting pussy as he fills you with his seed. It feels like lava, making you whimper his name in a small voice.

You can feel his hot load warming you from the inside out. Miguel’s hips press against yours in an absolutely devastating way. The two of you sit, you cockwarming him as he relishes in the post-coital glow. Wiggling slightly, you turn towards him with a hopeful look.

Miguel smiles cockily at you,

“I still feel like you haven’t learned your lesson, cariño. What do you think?”

You can’t help but agree.

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Pt. 4

(Avatar)Colonel Miles Quaritch x Na’vi Reader

UH, This has multiple parts. So buckle up.

Warnings: SMUT/18+/violence/choking/pinning/overstimulation/heavy topics/Dirty talk/Virginity Loss/knife play maybe/size kink/FUTURE SMUT/Stockholm Syndrome/fingering/pet names/manhandling/manipulation/spanking/etc.. it’s nasty up in this piece.

P.S. uuuh stuff spoken in Na’vi is Italic and stuff readers thinking is blue

Summary: This takes place in ATWOW Aaand you’re neytiris older sister, and you get captured in order to save jakes children and spider. <3

Authors note: this chapter most likely has smut so like if you ain’t into that then scurry away. <3

P.s. Oh yes this is nasty nasty.

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Your ears would fall back as you felt a powerful emotion radiate from Miles as he stood up from beside you. ‘Jealously’ was your first thought. Miles stood there for a moment looking off into the distance. And you wondered what he was thinking, that was until you noticed the sun had gone down, leaving you with Miles, alone, in the forest, in the dark. In the dark. And something about the jealously that was oozing from his body like a bad smell had your stomach and toes turning.

“Hey princess, let’s play a game.”

Miles tone was one you hadn’t heard him tune before. Almost zombie or robot like. It didn’t sound like him. Something sinister was hidden beneath. Your ears would perk at his words and tone as you looked up to the tall blue man, his vest and pants something you’d grown used to. ‘It looked good on him’ and his waist. ‘God his waist was so gas damned attractive.’ The thought had you biting your lip and tail whip as you stood your body visibly stiff and you on edge.

“It is eclipse.” You’d state in protest. As you began to fidget with your hands.

Miles would stare at you his expression plain and dead as he tilt his head. The expressionless face that stared at you had your heart rate picking up as your fingers twitched. After what felt like forever of getting stared at by a zombie Miles would finally show emotion and smirk and lick his canines very slowly. Very very slowly his tung swirling the sharp tooth. The sight had your thighs clenching.

“Perfect.” Miles would exaggerate the ‘purrr’ in ‘perfect’. As he raised his brows.

A nervous laugh would catch in your throat. But then something inside started to bubble.. A courage. A playful courage.

“What game?” You’d ask your ears falling back at the word game. ‘This isn’t going to be a game.’

“Hide and seek sweet cheeks.” Miles would coo his words in your language his eyes lighting up and pupils dilating the once yellow orbs now almost completely a black abyss. The sight had you taking a step back.

‘He’s gonna hunt me’ your tail would freeze then frantically wag at the thought.

“What are the rule-“

“One..two..three..four…” miles would interrupt you boldly as he gave you a look that said ‘go anywhere and I’ll find you’ that ghost of a grin that you’d come to hate and love so much plastered onto his face as his animalistic eyes stared into yours.

It took a few staggered steps back and an almost trip onto your arse but quickly you’d gain control of your feet and rush to get as far as possible from miles. ‘He doesn’t know the forest like I do’ you thought ‘I don’t even know what he’s counting to’ your feet quietly padded against the floor as your ran thought the bushes and three iridescence of the forest whooshing past your eyes. ‘He can’t maneuver around like I do.’ You told yourself. But something inside you deep down said ‘oh he could.’ But you were to confident to believe that thought. You were a better hunter than Netyiri, quieter, quicker, stronger, swifter, more agile and far less forgiving. A better warrior too. There was no way he was gonna catch you.

Swiftly you’d make your way onto and up a tree perching yourself onto the strong branches, it was dark, and the leaves would cover you. You would see him before he saw you. You were sure of it. ‘What was I so scared for?’ You asked yourself in a prideful tone.

“Ready of not here I come princess.” Your head would snap at the direction of Miles voice his words quiet and distant but loud and unwantingly close. that logic didn’t make sense to you. You’d shake your head trying to rid your ears of his words.

Then you were quiet. Your tail still and ears perked and listening. For anything. But there was nothing, the forest was quiet. Too quiet. It’s like it knew, like Ewya knew. Knew you were being hunted. You’d look down into the iridescence of the forest looking for the man you loved and craved. ‘Where was he’ those were the only words circuiting through your brain. Still you sat perched in the tree, listening. waiting.

“Come out, come out wheeereever yoooou are.” Miles would sing his tone sinister.

It was then you saw him taking playful steps, long and playful steps. Almost skipping down the forest. stopping under the branches you were perched on his ears perked and tail still. He was listening. Stupidly your sweaty hands would slip causing a small branch to crack and fall. Your eyes would widen as you gasped. quickly and quietly you’d make your way back to the thickness of the three to hide just incase he saw you through the leaves of where you had been perched. Your heart was racing. You eyes wide and breaths forcefully quiet as you brought a hand to cover your mouth.

~~~~~~~~~~~~(Miles POV)~~~~~~~~~~

‘I could smell her, her slick, her arousal, her fear, her sweat. I could smell her. And lord if she smelt that good all I could think about is how she would taste.’ My body was going crazy, zings and shocks pulsing all over. How easily I could’ve scaled the tree and taken her right there. But I wanted to play with her. Play with her mind. Make her feel like pray. Make her feel weak. Make her feel dominated. I wanted to hunt her. A smirk would cross my face when a branch from right where she was perched fell next to my feet.

“Oh my, that’s odd. Very odd. Branches don’t really just fall from trees. Eh, it’s probably nothing.” I’d say in a teasing tone. I knew she was watching me. Listening. Slowly I’d lift my head to look to the branches. She wasn’t there anymore. But ‘she was close.’

~~~~~~~~~~~~(End of Miles POV)~~~~~~~~

You knew Miles was mocking you with his words and actions. And it annoyed you. With an annoyed noise your ears would flick back as you quietly climbed down the tree being extra careful to make no sounds. Your heart was still racing. Then the thought hit you.

“I can escape…” you’d mutter to yourself quietly. You voice was filled with hope and your eyes lighted up at the thought. the situation now becoming 10x more serious to you. ‘Run. Run and don’t look back’ Quickly you’d dart from the tree dodging your way around the plants, bushes and rocks and fungi. Everything was at steak now. Everything. ‘I can see Netyiri and Netayum!’

You’d never ran faster, ever. At least that’s what you thought. Suddenly there was loud footsteps from behind you. Fast and loud. Chasing after you. And they were coming fast. You’d stop and look to your right and left the footsteps getting louder and louder, closer and closer by the second. ‘Jump behind the rock.’ In a desperate attempt you’d roll and hurdle yourself behind a large rock quickly putting your back to it and raising your hand quickly, to cover your mouth. You breathing was frantic and loud. So you had to quiet it down some how.

“I can hear you sweet thing, why don’t you just come out?” Miles would coo “are yoooou over HERE!” Your body would freeze. But his head never popped from either side of the rock.

A small whine of would leave your throat. A whine of anxiety and panic. You felt like a small animal, being hunted by a big bad wolf. ‘Your big bad wolf’ you’d never felt like prey until you met Miles.

An animalistic growl would gurgle from miles throat his steps louder than before and his breathing more frantic. He sounded hungry. ‘He sounded hungry.’ The thought had you covering your stomach ad closing your legs.

“I can smell you.” Miles would snap as he jumped over the rock and quickly turned to face you. His eyes were crazy, and his pupils were blown out. His mouth was agape and his canines were shining under the moon light. “I gotcha.”

‘Run’ quickly you’d jump from the rock only making it a few hurried steps away before your shoulders were grabbed and you were thrown back against the rock a grunt would leave your throat, the cool and rough surface of the stone causing the breath to hitch in your throat. A warm arm snaking its way around your waist as a firm and solid body would press against yours pressing you back against the rock.

“Looks like I’ve won.” Miles Tone was sinister as he rubbed his cheek against yours as he whispered into your ear. A zing flowing through your body. Slowly he’d pull back to look into your yellow eyes.

“And?” You’d ask your body tingling with his strong warm arm around your waste.

“I want my reward, princess.” Miles would give you a grin as he puckered his lip his free hand going to your cheek. Lightly he’d rub his thumb against your soft blue flesh. Your cheeks were warm and flushed.

“What do you want?” You’d ask. It was a stupid question really. Deep down you already knew the answer to his question.

“You.” Miles would pull you closer to him his body easily dominating yours not only in size but power as well. your warmths mixing with his. “I want you (Y/N).” A zing would flow through your body as you stared into his eyes.

‘He wants me..’ you’d stare into Miles eyes him doing the same his hand still resting on your cheek. ‘I want you to..’ you didn’t have the courage to say those words out loud. Not yet. Miles ears would flick back as he leant his forehead against yours. His cup on your cheek getting more firm. He wanted you. You could tell. Your hand would go to cup the one he had on your cheek The closeness of him had the butterflies in your stomach soaring.

“And don’t say you don’t want me back.. because I can fucking smell you. I can smell you and it’s making me feral princess.”

A low growl would leave Miles throat his breath mixing with yours as your foreheads rested against each other’s. You’d bite your lip as you brought your one of your hands to miles face and the other to one of his biceps giving the muscle a light squeeze. ‘I love his strong arms.’ Your ears would fall back as You’d leant to kiss Miles only to pull back in defeat. Miles would chuckle and shake his head. Quickly he’d move his hand from your cheek and tangle his fingers in your hair. Hastily hed pull your face to his smashing his blue lips onto yours. This kiss was different from the first time. It screamed ‘I want you’ Miles was relentless his lips were relentless, full of passion and technique ‘he’s done this before’ the thought had your ears falling back. But that thought was quickly replaced by Miles spreading your legs with his knee pushing his firm quad against your core. The friction from his pants and the pressure on your bundle of nerves had your mouth fall agape as you stared into his eyes.

A deep chuckle would leave miles your reaction filling him with pride As his ears perked. Miles took the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth, quickly dominating yours. he was dominating every inch of your body. He was dominant. Everything he did had you feeling fuzzy. Again miles would grind his clothed quad against your clit this time a small moan would leave your throat as you threw your head back braking the kiss. A trail of spit from the two of you breaking as you pulled away. Miles would stare at you his eyes watching everything you did. He was like a hawk. An apex predator. Your hand would shoot to miles shoulders when you felt his breath on your neck your thighs clenching around the one between your leg. The slick from your core had begun to drip onto miles pants a feeling of guilt washing over your. ‘I’m so sensitive’ you thought ‘he’s gonna kill me.’

You’d bite your lip when you felt Miles hot and wet tongue like a stripe up your neck the action causing your whole body to break out in goosebumps.. ‘Jesus.’ The hand miles had in your hair would pull your head back aggressively leaving your neck more exposed. An animalistic growl would leave miles throat as he licked his canines and stared at your neck. Im a flash Miles would latch onto your soft and delicate blue flesh his teeth quickly sinking into your flesh easily breaking the skin. A silent scream would leave your throat as thick blood ran down your neck. Your blood. The feeling of his teeth sinking into your flesh and your blood running down your neck had your thighs clenching and butterflies fluttering. Slowly miles would remove his teeth from your neck and lick the puncture wound he’d just created suckling the blood. His head would dip to your chest slowly licking up the blood that had oozed from the wound. A groan would leave his throat.

“Y- you just bit me..” your voice was small and horse as miles hands went to your waist. Your grip on his shoulder tight and harsh. You were gonna leave bruises for sure.

Miles would chuckle his breath still on your neck. Gently he’d give your neck a small peck before lifting his head do face you.

“Yeah, now everyone will know your mine princess.” Miles would look down on you a grin crossing his beautiful blue features. “I’ve marked you, I’ve marked you cause I want ever god damned creature on this planet to know your mine.” Miles grip on your hair would tighten the thought of you with another man obviously angering him.

Your eyes were glossy, skin hot and body sensitive and on edge. Your breaths were labored and fast. Miles would kiss your forehead and give your hips a tight squeeze. Another animalistic grin crossing his features would have your thighs clenching and toes curling. ‘What’s he thinking?’

“Ride my thigh, you’ve already soaked my pants. Might as well, make it worse since you’re such dirty girl. Can’t even keep her juices from dripping onto me.” Miles would shake his head in a scolding manner.

Your ears would fall back at his words. The degrading nature had your insides clenching around noting and you biting your lip once more. Miles would dig his thigh into your core with much more force a look of annoyance crossing his face as he puckered his lips. His grip on your hips getting tighter.

“Ride. My. Fucking. Thigh. I’ll be nice once, then I won’t.” Miles ears would fall back another sinister grin crossing his face.

‘I’ve never done this.’ Is all you wanted to scream and protest back. But his dominating nature had you submitting far to easily. Slowly you’d buck your hips back and fourth dragging your core and clit against miles quad painfully slow. Miles head would dip down to watch the show his eyes lighting up at the sight of you pleasuring yourself. The feeling was so foreign and pleasurable. It had you catching your lip between your teeth and pulling miles face towards yours.

“Kiss me, please.” You’d beg as you ground your hips faster chasing the knot starting to form in your stomach. ‘I’m to sensitive.’ Your ears had fallen back. And your tail had wrapped around Miles leg.

“Your wish is my command princess.” With that miles would latch his lips back onto yours.

The kiss was soft and hungry, teeth clashed and tongues danced Miles experienced tongue obviously dominating yours. Your hands would wrap around his neck as you chased your high. Soft whimpers would leave your throat each time your clit dragged against his combat pants. The friction sending you into an abyss of pleasure you hadn’t felt heifer. Your mouth would fall open as your breaths got more frantic. Your bucks would become unrhythmic and slow. Miles knew you were close, you were so sensitive and readable. Just like a virgin should be.

“That’s right ride my thigh princess. You’re doing such a good job” miles would coo in your ear as he placed his hands back on your hips.

You’d break the kiss and dig your head in between miles neck and shoulder as the coil in your stomach got tighter. You’d moan his name Just as your coil was about to snap and send you into an abyss of pleasure you’d only ever heard about in stories from your friends and sister. Quickly miles would take his knee from your crotch and chuckle. An annoyed sound would leave your throat as your hands clutched onto miles shoulders. Out of frustration you’d push Miles away and Hiss. ‘Asshole’ He’d barley budge as he grabbed your writs and pinned them to the rock above you.

“You really think I’d let you cum? No, no sweetheart. The first time you cum is gonna be on my cock.” Miles would spit in anger. His fierce eyes would search yours for a quick second. then they’d soften, they’d soften as he gave you a look that said ‘if you’re okay with that.’ And you’d nod.

With that miles would place his lips back onto yours only breaking the kiss to slip his vest and shirt off. Your hands would go to miles chest as you broke the kiss. placing your forehead onto miles chin as you looked at his upper body. ‘He’s so beautiful’

“You’re beautiful..” you’d say barley above a whisper as you stared at the man. Memorized by his body. ‘He had such a slim waist.’

your fingers would trace the lines of his abs and blue stripes of his pattern the coldness of your fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake. Shivers getting sent down his spine. Slowly you’d trail you fingers down further and further trailing his V line until you hit the hem of his pants. The Tent in his pants was visible and it had your mouth watering. A small pur would fill the air as your hands trailed back up miles body a groan leaving his throat as he threw his head back in annoyance his lips Puckering. Harshly his hand would grip your hair yet again as he brought you up to kiss him. His teeth would pull at your bottom lip as he ground his hips against you another groan leaving him as his hands went to pinch your nipples.

“You’re gonna me me feral princess.” Miles would bark as he continued to kiss you slowly taking your body from the rock and lowering you to the floor.

Miles would pull you onto his lap the friction causing you to whimper and buck your hips against his.

“Oh fuck it.” Miles would say to himself as his strong arms flipped you onto your belly your hips in the air. His hands pushing your face into the dirt before he Harshly pulled your hair back with a growl as he leant over you his tongue licking a stripe up your ear the feeling causing them to fall back. Miles would growl. your scalp burning. “Isn’t this the position we were in when we first met princess?” Miles would ask his voice dark and full of lust. “Only the roles are reversed, and now I got the pretty little princess right where I want her.” Your eyes would light up as the memory flashed before your eyes.

“Yeah I got her where I want her.”

Miles hand would slap your ass the harshness and unexpectedness of the action causing you to jump. Your heart would race thinking about Miles words a pleasurable fear pooling between the heat of your thighs causing a slick to drip down the inside of the muscles. Another slap would have a hiss escape your throat. His hands were heavy and rough. 3 more painful slaps to your ass would have your nails digging into the floor and tears filling your eyes as miles pulled your hair back even harder careful not to harm your Queue. You’d bite your lip at 2 more slaps tears finally beginning to fall down the sides of your cheeks.

“Who do you belong to?” Miles voice would boom from above you. Another slap would echo through to forest. You stayed quiet as you grit your teeth. “Answer. Me.” Miles would give you a spank for each word he spoke.

“Yours, I’m yours.” You’d cry the pain and pleasure starting to become too much. “I’m yours.. I’m Miles.” You’d say again like a chant.

This had heat flowing to miles member his pants getting tighter and tighter by the second. Another growl would leave his throat as he pulled your back to him gripping your chin and turning your head in a harsh angle.

“Yeah that’s right, your Daddy’s girl. Your daddy’s girl alright. Your my princess and I’m. your. fucking. King.” Miles words would have the heat between your legs starting to become painful, as you clenched around nothing. “You’re fucking mine, NOT Tsu’tey’s”

“Please..” you’d bed as miles pushed you back to the floor. Miles ears would perk up at your words.

“Please what?” Miles would tease

“Please, tsaheylu…Make the bond- please.” You’d beg from below miles “I need you miles. I need you.” Your words were quiet.

Miles would stay quiet for a moment. Gently he’d grab your Queue along with his and bring the two tips together. You’d take a deep breath just as the bond was made. A moan would leave your throat, you could feel him, all of him, his emotions, his breath, his heartbeat, his passion, his excitement, his strength, all of it. All of it. Again you saw him. You loved him. Miles would place his hand on your back to steady himself his mouth agape and ears back as he closed his eyes the new and exotic feeling pleasuring him. A ‘fuck’ would leave his throat. He’d never felt anything like this before. But he was addicted. He was addicted because all he felt was you. All he wanted was you. Quickly miles would grab you and flip you onto your back. The only sound other then each others breath in sync was the clank of his belt on the floor and the rustling of him getting out of his pants in a hurry.

Miles strong hands would throw your legs over his shoulders the action bring you back to reality and opening your eyes. ‘He’s so tall’ you thought to yourself has he towered over you one of his hands would go to rest by your head on the floor the other would hold his blue member and lead it to your entrance. Slowly he’d drag his blue tip up and down your folds the feeling had your eyes rolling back as one of your hands shot to grab onto his bicep. Again miles eyes would meet yours asking for permission and you’d nod. The kind gesture had your heart folding. with a deep breath miles would slowly push his tip in. A burning pain shooting through your stomach your grip on his bicep Turing to iron. You hadn’t looked at his member before but god you should have because he felt huge. Bug. He felt too big. And as if miles red you mind he’d speak.

“Oh don’t worry princess I’m gonna make it fit. It’s gonna hurt tho, you are a sweet little virgin after all.” The thought had miles pushing himself in faster, rougher, and a little too deeper than he should’ve because he felt the pain, your pain. It shot from his queue to his whole body. And it had him shaking. You’d whine the grip on his bicep getting even tighter.

~~~~~~~~~(Miles POV)~~~~~~~~

‘You were so tight’, that was miles only thought. Until he opened his eyes and saw your face. Then it was ‘god she’s so fucking beautiful’ your brows were furrowed and your lips were pressed into a hard line. And miles felt pitty. He’d bring his hand to your cheek and caress the soft flesh. ‘She was so soft’ slowly miles would watch your eyes open and meet with his. And god he always saw stars when you looked at him like that.

“That’s it princess, you’re doin so good for daddy.” My words weren’t forced, they were so natural with her, but then my ears would perk up as she clenched around me at my words. ‘Oooh ho ho, my baby likes that.’ Was all I could think as I slowly inched into her a grin crossing my face as i stared into her beautiful eyes.

~~~~~~~~~~~(End of Miles POV)~~~~~~~~~~

Miles words had you clenching around him as he sunk deeper and deeper into you. The bond made you feel his pleasure and god was it strong. Strong enough to cover up your pain. The pain of your velvety walls stretching more than they ever had. The pain of getting deflowered. His hand on your cheek comforted you as you looked into his eyes. ‘Beautiful eyes.’ Eyes full of passion, love and want. Still miles would inch into you slowly and painfully. It had you bringing a hand to your face to cover up the wince you made. Miles would tsk. He didn’t like that. With a tilt of his head he’d speak.

“Oh no princess, remove that hand. I want to see your pretty little face don’t be shy.” Miles would speak his teeth gritting at how much you were squeezing him.

After what felt like forever for the both of you he’d finally bottom out with a harsh thrust a groan leaving his throat. Miles would lift his hand from the ground to cup your other cheek as he waited for you to adjust. He’d lean down to rest his forehead onto yours while he waited giving your nose a soft peck.

“Go.”

Was all you had to say for miles to drag his member almost completely out of you only to go balls deep in one harsh and quick thrust. The feeling had the air getting knocked out or your lungs and your core clenching and gripping onto miles member as your ears fell back in pleasure. Over and over miles would do the same thing his tail whipping in the air as your ears fell back in ecstasy. Miles would growl and lift himself up placing a hand onto your chest to steady himself. His thrusts were relentless. And god he felt so good. The pleasure he was experiencing was doubled because of the bond. And it had his head would fall back as a groan left his throat.

“Fuck you feel so good princess. This feels so good. Ain’t ever felt anything like it. You’re doing so well, taking your daddy’s cock so well.” Miles words would take a moan from your throat as you grabbed the hand that was rested on your chest.

‘He was hitting so deep’ you thought to yourself, ‘so, so, so, deep.’ He felt so good inside you, like he fit you perfectly, like he was made for you. Like you were made for each other. You were made for each other. The pleasure you were feeling was addicting, not only casue it was yours but casue it was his too. ‘You’d bonded. You’re bonded. You were now his and he was now yours.’ The thought had you moaning miles name out loud and clench around him. Miles stared at you his pace never faltering and thrusts only getting stronger. Then miles hit that spot, that gummy pleasure crazy inducing spot inside of you. And it had you moan his name again. And he knew, he knew by the noise you made, face you made and the way you clenched around him. And he took this opportunity to heart.

“Is that the spot? Yeah? That’s the spot that’s gonna have you screaming my name huh princess?” Miles would coo as he slowed his pace his thrusts still as strong the long and slow drag of his cock against your G-spot had you seeing starts.

Your coil was tightening, and Miles could feel it by the way you spasmed around his cock keeping his slow pace. He’d look down to where the two of you met at the sight had him wanting to chase his own release. Your cream on his cock made him feral. Your blood on his cock made him fearl, knowing he was the man to claim you and mark you as his made him turn into a monster. And speed his thrusts.

“Yeah you’re fucking mine princess, you’re mine. And anytime another man looks at you he’s gonna know it, he’s gonna smell it, oh he’s gonna fucking smell it. And he’s gonna know I’m the one that fucking took your virginity, You’re ruined princess, no man will ever make you feel this fucking good. No man…” miles hand would go to your throat as he picked up a brutal pace and positioned in and out of you. His hand would go to rub your clit roughly the feeling causing your eyes to roll back and walls to clench and spasm . “..So I’m gonna ask you again, I’m gonna ask you one. More. time….” Miles hips would meet your at each word “… who owns you.?”

A moan would leave your throat as the coil inside you tightened and threatened to snap. You’d grab the wrist of the hand miles that was torturing your clit and moan his name.

“You do…you own me.” You’d cry out at the burning pleasure building up inside of you.

“Say it. Say my name while you cum.” Miles would demand as he rocked into your velvety walls.

And like a slave you’d yell his name the cord snapping inside of you causing white to cloud your visions and your body to go numb. Your orgasm hitting you like a wave and crashing down to bring you pure ecstasy. Your cunt would squeeze miles cock like a snake would it’s pray and spasm around him. Miles would fuck you through your high as he pulled your legs from his shoulder and placed them by his waist. Quickly you’d wrap your legs around him trapping him in. Keeping him close. Miles would fall down onto you and cup the side of your had with both hands as he pulled your face to his in a passionate kiss. Your high dying down as miles chased his own high animalistic growl and beautiful groans leaving his throat as his thrusts got sloppier and less rhythmic. A ‘fuck’ would leave miles throat as he quickly pulled out of you leaving you feeling empty as his cum shot onto your belly as he moaned your nam his release finally hitting. He sounds so beautiful.’ Both of you would moan. The feelings both of you were feeling through your Queue’s becoming too much.

Miles would grab you his queue and gently pull it from yours giving yours a light kiss before setting it into your hands. A whine would leave you and Miles lips at the loss of the bond. ‘I want to feel him.’ You’d cry internally from the loss as you pushed yourself up with your forearms a painful ache starting to form Between your legs along with the one on your rear end. A hiss of pain would leave your throat as you shifted your weight trying to find a less painful option. You eyes would meet miles and you’d smile.

“Oel ngati kameie.” Miles eyes would light up

“Oel ngati kameie princess..”

Agin Miles would smile to himself as he watched you before shifting his body around yours only to pull your back to his chest and pet your head in a comforting manner. A sigh of relief would leave the both of you, the safety and comfort you felt from each other going unmatched to anything either of you had experienced. ‘He’s my home.’ Your 4 fingered hands would go to find his 5 fingered ones resting on your belly. Once found you’d interlock your fingers with his and smile.

“You did so good for me princess.” Miles would say his voice warmer and softer than ever. The vibrations from his chest to your back would put you at ease as his hand pet your head and he planted soft kisses to your hair.

You’d smile at his words the ache between your legs giving you a strange feeling of comfort and pride. ‘He’s mine, the monster is mine…’ your grip on his fingers would tighten as your tail wrapped around his ankle. The post sex tiredness would slowly set in your breaths getting slower and slower, quieter and quieter as you began to doze off. But you had one last thing to say before you let your tiredness get the best of you.

“We’re mated for life.. I’m with you now miles.”

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As you woke up your hands would shoot up going to rub your tired eyes. As your hands left your eyes you’d expected to be met with the bright sun, only you weren’t. It was still dark out. The forest illuminated by the plants and iridescence of the ferns. Then a giant sigh next to your ear would catch you off gaurd and cause your head to jump around to see the body behind you. ‘Miles.. my miles.’ You’d smile at the sight of him. You’d never seen him sleep before. ‘He looked so cute.’ You thought to yourself as you brang your your hand to his cheek. ‘So much more peaceful than usual.’ Youd giggle at the thought. But then something snapped in the forest.

Quickly your head would snap around and your ears would fall back a hiss leaving your throat. Only to find You were met with a viperwolf. Your head would turn. ‘They’re never alone.’ You thought as you stared into the eyes of the small dog. Then Something inside you told you to follow the small dog, and the look in its eyes said the same thing. You’d look back to miles. He was sound asleep. He wasn’t going to be up for hours. ‘I’ll be back to wake him.’ You thought as you leant down to kiss his cheek. Then you’d look back to the wolf. Slowly and quietly you’d remove the strong blue arm from around your waist and set it onto the floor. You’d wince and grab your crotch the pain from getting defloured finally set in. You were sore. So very sore. And your arse that felt 10x worse. You’d take A deep and determined breath and look back at miles one last time. Then back you’d look to the viper wolf. ‘Ewya is calling’

“Lead the way.”

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After what had felt like a long couple miles you’d finally realize where the viper wolf was taking you.

“Mother tree? The tree of souls?” You’d ask as you looked back down at the small black creature. It would stop in its tracks look back at you and nod.

You’d keep quiet after that. ‘What does Ewya have to show me?’ Your heart would begin to race at the thought. Fear and panic crashing into you like a chooper crashing on the forest floor. Once you’d finally reached the tree your legs would shake. You’d look back down at the viper wolf.

“Thank you.”

With that the viper wolf would hiss and walk off leaving you to Mother tree. ‘Oh great mother what do you have for me..’ your heart would race with each step you took getting closer and closer to your beloved and sacred tree. It’s glow more beautiful and powerful than anything on pandora. ‘Not as beautiful as Miles eyes’ the trek had taken longer than you expected and the morning sun was starting to rise. Finally you had reached the grand tree you’d take a shaky breath and grab a couple of (vines?) closing your eyes as you grabbed your queue and brang the two together to make the bond.

Your ears would fall back. Screams, you heard scream and cries. You saw fire. Lots and lots of fire. There was gun shots and then there was the sound of an animal being shot. A screech of pain. Then the words ‘toruk makto’ and ‘where is he’ fallowed by cries. Cried of pain, loss and sadness. But it wasn’t just any voice. It was miles voice. Images of him and crying children would blur past your eyes. Blood. Water. And pain, you feel pain and fear. The pain and fear of the ones miles had hurt. Then the vision would end and you’d pull back hastily breaking the bond almost tripping as you took frantic steps backwards. Your hand would go to cover your mouth as a pained noise left your throat as you pieces the puzzle together. ‘He was looking for Jake… and hurting people in his way.’ Your ears would fall back as you fell to your knees and hugged your stomach. ‘He didn’t… he couldn’t..’

“I thought this madness was over great mother!” You’d cry out as tears poured down your cheek. “I thought I’d tamed the beast.” ‘That was such a stupid thought’ you’d continue to cry your fist pounding into the floor.

A screech would be heard from above you, it was Pepe’s screech. The wind from his mighty wings would blow onto your back as he landed next to you. Another small screech would leave your purple ikrans throat as he lowered his head and nudged it against your back in a comforting manner. Another pained noise would leave your throat as you grabbed onto your stomach for comfort.

“(Y/N) (Y/N) WHERE ARE YOU??” An unwanted and familiar voice that you loved would call from a close distance.

Miles voice would have your head shooting up to see the tall blue alien, ‘my mate.’ Running towards you. Quickly you’d stand and throw your hand in the said in a ‘stop’ position tears still falling down your cheeks.

“STOP, do not come any closer!” You’d yell your teeth baring as tears covered your cheeks. “Ewya has show me..” a sob would break your sentence in half as you brought a free hand to cover your mouth.

Miles would halt and put his hands up in a defensive manner.

“N-now just wait a minute princess, I’m confused her-“

You’d hush miles by signing for him to shut up with your hands.

“No, NO! I TRUSTED you! I trusted YOU!” your voice would crack as you brought your queue’s to Pepe’s a hiss leaving his throat at the bond. And and feeling of your pain and sadness “I trusted you..” another pained sound would leave your throat as you jumped onto Pepe’s back.

Your action had miles darting towards you. A look of panic crossing his face his eyes going glossy. His skin immediately turning pale as his ears fell back. He’d reach for you as he ran towards you and pepe. You’d lift your hand causing pepe to lift himself off the floor.

“(Y/N) WAIT! Don’t go! Don’t go! Please don’t go!” Miles would scream as sprinted towards you. His voice strained, he sounded confused, heartbroken and if he was about to cry. Miles would trip and slide against the floor a hiss leaving his throat. His head quickly shooting up to meet your eyes. Both of your eyes filled with sadness and pain. And fear. The fear of losing each other.

Tears would fill your eyes again. You did not what to say the words you were about to say. But you had to. You had to. Because if he did love you, they’d change him. They had to. With another pained sob you’d grab you chest as if your heart had just been stabbed.

“You.. are a monster Miles Quaritch.”

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Authors note: *gasp* oh my gosh. 😱

P.s. as always comments are appreciated <3 this chapter made me cry. ALSO! IF YOU ASKED TO BE TAGGED BUT DIDN’T GET TAGGED ITS CAUSE THE TAG DIDN’T WORK!

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syrupgirl · 1 year

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this is a request lol but i havent seen really anything on the ATWOW characters and a chubby!human reader. like would they like her belly? would they like how “squishy” she is? what are your thoughts on this:)❤️

a/n: wasn’t sure if I should interpret this as a full fic request or just my thoughts so i mixed the two and turned in more of a hc direction! I also tried to keep this written in a way that could be perceived as either romantic or platonic (Tuk is most definitely platonic tho) :p

The beautiful bodies we are in -assorted ATWOW characters

As a general rule of thumb, I think all of the characters would be a lil curious, as all Na’vi we have seen have been quite slender. But I truthfully can’t see anyone of them being anything but generally indifferent towards readers body type :)

JAKE

Jake wouldn’t bat an eyelid.

๑༄ ‧₊˚Like I said, I can’t see anyone being feeling any type of negative way about a reader’s body and that applies to Jake, too. If, for whatever reason, you were insecure about your body because of your weight or size, he would comfort you the best he could.

NEYTIRI

Has you in high regard because she believes you’re absolutely stunning

๑༄ ‧₊˚Don’t ask me where this came from, but I just think Neytiri would find you absolutely gorgeous. Not in the ‘awwww so adorable like a puppy’ way but ‘Oh my goodness you are ethereal’

NETEYAM

Fascinated but then just treats you like he would anyone else :)

๑༄ ‧₊˚ Depending on whether you grew up with the Sully’s (like Spider) or you met them later in life, they would have different ‘first impressions’ when it comes to your body type! Growing up with them from a young child, he would probably just know that human bodies behave differently to Na’vi bodies and that’s normal. If you were introduced when he was a bit older, he might ask a few questions, like, is there a reason for it? but after you explained that it is just how your body is for no particular reason, he would just say okay! and happily move on with his day

KIRI

Small, silent, fascination to respect and love

๑༄ ‧₊˚My homegirl Kiri, hard to get a read on her tbh. Again, NOTHING negative. EVER. She might ask if it is an evolutionary thing for humans? To which you would answer no, not really, just how my body grows and she would understand that and stop the questioning. Would hate to make you uncomfortable in any way or make you feel alienated or estranged so probably doesn’t comment on your body much after that or at all.

LO’AK

Possibly less…restrictive with his questions but not less respectful in the end

๑༄ ‧₊˚He probably runs the risk of asking an innocent question in a direct way that is really fkn rude like ‘why do you look like that?’ when what he really means is ‘hey, why is your body different than mine? that’s interesting’ If he could see you took offence, he would immediately apologise and try to formulate his question better. Much like his mother, I think he adores you and your body to no end. I also feel like he would say ‘there’s more of you to love’ and would like to be touching you all the time. Likes to lay on your tumtum and talk to you

TUKTIREY

she’s just a babyyyy my babbyyyy

๑༄ ‧₊˚ Whether or not you were around since she was small(er) or not, I don’t think she would have any types of feelings since she’s so liddle. Maybe a frequent series of hugs now and then and a you’re so warm and soft muttered into your stomach while she’s smushed there but that’s just normal for her.

TONOWARI

This man…I love this man and he loves you

๑༄ ‧₊˚Like Neytiri, you would be his deity. Maybe it’s me projecting how I want to be worshipped by this blue alien but good golly miss molly. He loves every little bit of you and just wants to hug and squeeze you all the time. I have to stop before I gush over him too much (also yes, it would be hard to take this in a platonic sense even tho i said i would try to keep it neutral 💀)

RONAL

I don’t have a good grasp on m’lady Ronal

๑༄ ‧₊˚She is just a skeptical lady, you could probably catch her looking at you out of the corner of your eye and she doesn’t even bother looking away once you’ve caught her. Her interest about your body isn’t based on anything negative ofc just complete fascination.

a/n: while writing this, I tried to not alienate the reader because of their size as I know that just isn’t on. I truly hope I didn’t cross any lines <3 If you would like this same concept with a specific character, feel free to send in a request :p

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jqnehr · 8 months

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trial and error | Miguel O'Hara

you hate your life as spider-woman. you hate how demanding it is—yet, a chance meeting with three others who understand sets you on the path to redemption from pain—but a certain Head of the Spider Society seems bent on making sure you know just how much he hates you.

pairing: miguel-o'hara x f!spider-reader warnings: sfw, angst, enemies-to-lovers, eventual fluff, mean Miguel, etc word count: 3.2k note: first time posting something! this man has been plaguing my mind ever since I saw the movie in theatres, so here we are. this is likely the first part of a series, so let me know if you want part 2! tysm for reading <3

! not proof read

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part one ⋮ masterlist ⋮ part two

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You hate your job.

You hate your powers.

You hate the duty that was forced upon you the moment that damned spider bit you.

And you hate being Spider-Woman. You can’t stand how slack the police have now become ever since you stepped into the picture. It’s as if they just kicked off their shoes, put their feet up, leaned back and just watched you clean up all these messes while they shoved doughnut after doughnut into their potbellies without a care in the world.

Except for Captain Stacy. He was a real one.

Until he got crushed by some fallen rubble after saving a kid.

You now stand at the foot of his grave, staring at the gleaming, polished, fresh marble of his headstone. At the neatly scripted words Captain George Stacy, beloved officer and hero that mars the face of the monument. At the solid reminder of how the only person you ever trusted is now six feet under.

Captain Stacy was the only soul who knew your real identity. A real father figure to you—one you haven’t had since your poor excuse of a dad took off with some millionaire’s daughter when you were seven. You hadn’t seen the guy since.

Not that you really care. You can’t remember his face now. Probably a good thing.

You don’t bother buying flowers for Captain Stacy. Why must you always have flowers to pay your respects? There’s already a mountain of bouquets, real and fake, piled up against his gravestone. Almost blocking out the text on the obelisk. Just standing there silently, bearing with the icy late-winter wind, hands shoved in your pockets, hair messily pulled up into a hairclaw would be enough. Captain Stacy wouldn’t mind.

Captain Stacy didn’t have a cliché death. He didn’t go out with a bang or a whisper. He just died in your arms, blood streaming down the side of his face, your tears soaking the inside of your mask, his eyes full of tranquillity as the light faded. As he breathed his last.

Captain Stacy died with no regrets—and yet, you are full of so many.

There’s so much you want to say, so much you want answers to. You aren’t going to question, why did you do that? because it was a toddler, and you would’ve done the same.

That’s the job, isn’t it? Even though you never signed up for it.

But Captain Stacy would actually have to be alive to answer your questions. Questions on the tip of your tongue right now, your drawn-out lips, pressed together tightly, acting as a dam towards the onslaught of whats and hows and whens and whys just itching to burst forth.

But you hold yourself back. You’re Spider-Woman—you have to lock it all away to make sure everyone thinks everything’s all right.

It’s not, and it never has been. You have no one to relate to—not even Captain Stacy understood, but you pretended he did.

You fed yourself lies, and you eventually believed them. Not so much anymore. Reality’s a bitterly cold shower that really hits hard.

Behind your spider-mask lies a not-so-young woman anymore. Almost thirty, you’ve had your fair share of trials and tribulations over the past fourteen years. The past ones were incomparable to this one. You had no one to rely on anymore.

So you went MIA.

The public knew that you and Captain Stacy were good friends. He was your mentor, your adviser, your go-to-guy, your right-hand-man. And all the news reports went on about how tragic his death was, and how hard a hit it must’ve been for you. Memorials and condolences were everywhere—online, particularly your fanpage, and YouTube videos went viral for their consideration of your feelings to the death of such a great man.

You decided to take a break.

You shut off your phone, your laptop, your TV—everything. You couldn’t bear to see anymore reminders of your surrogate father’s face. He had a daughter, Gwen Stacy, but she’s only little. You expressed your empathy for his wife and the heartbreak she must be going through, and she cried, making you feel even worse, and the kindly woman handed you a tin box full of an assortment of homemade brownies, cookies and personal favourites of Captain Stacy.

That was three days ago. You haven’t touched the tin. It’s just sitting on your kitchen counter, unopened.

You brush some flyaway hairs from your eyes, the chilly wind drifting by, and even with the heavy puffer jacket on your shoulders, the cold breeze still nips down your spine.

You look up. On some tall building is a billboard, Captain Stacy’s face plastered over it, the bold words You Will Be Missed written under it. Then it flickers over to a picture of you, your suited and masked figure in your signature royal purple suit with gold as the colour of the spider-web design over your bodice, black knee-high boots and elbow-high gloves, and your purple mask. Equally bold words line the poster beneath your face, Where is Spider-Woman? letting you know of just how long you’ve been AWOL for.

You drop your eyes to your shoes, turning away and walking out of the graveyard.

You hate your life.

You puff out a breath, the winter air turning it to a visible white in front of your face. You’d go home, but the suffocating quietude of your apartment, caused by your brooding, would not help to clear your head.

Usually, you’d jump around the city as Spider-Woman to blow off steam, but putting on the suit and mask right now is the last thing you need.

Usually, you’d have the suit under your clothes, your mask stuffed into the inner pocket of your coat or bag, easy to access when needed.

You haven’t put the suit or mask on under your clothes in two weeks. And that isn’t going to change any time soon.

The police would just have to handle bank robberies and other petty crimes for now. You deserve a break from being a hero.

You never wanted to be one in the first place.

You’d have to come back sooner or later, but for now, you just need space to breathe. To live. To grieve in peace.

To wallow in self-pity for a while. Because under that mask is a human being. A mutant human being, sure—one with spider-powers, but you still feel things. You have a brain, you have a heart—and both are currently aching deeply.

I need to get out of here.

But where could you go? Home? What does that word even mean anymore? You just lost your only family.

Sighing wearily, you turn and head for the cinema. Might as well watch a movie. You can’t exactly afford it, considering how, even at thirty-years-old, you’re still working minimum wage.

If you hadn’t gotten bitten by that spider, you’d have gone to Princeton. You had gotten the acceptance letter just before you graduated high school, but spider duties trashed that dream.

Another thing you hate about your powers. It’s ruined everything for me.

You wish you could just quit. As if on cue to your depressive thoughts, the radio you keep on your person crackled to life, the voice of a police officer filtering through its speakers.

You dip into an alleyway before the people milling around you could hear the sounds.

“—Got some dude with a fish bowl on his head flying around and spouting green smoke.” You listen to the officer, curious. You don’t plan on going out there and helping, but if they’re a serious threat, you’d then have no choice. Suddenly, the officer cusses. “What the hell—the guy’s glitching? Looks like something out of a comic—”

The radio cuts off with static, and you immediately make your decision. Grumbling under your breath, you dart out of the alleyway and rush off for your apartment complex, which is nearby. Once inside, you hit the sixth floor button in the elevator and throw on your suit when you get to your apartment. Slipping on your mask and making sure your web shooters have plenty of web fluid at the ready, you sneak out of your apartment and exit from the window at the end of the hall.

The radio decides to crackle back to life at that moment. You wrench it to your ear to listen, using your free hand to swing you around speedily.

“This is getting out of hand, man,” says the officer from before. “Any sign of Spider-Woman?”

Someone else then answers. “Nope. She has a radio, though—so, if you’re listening, missy, this weirdass villain is currently terrorising Maria Hernandez Park.”

“Gotcha,” you mutter under your breath in response, more or less to yourself, before changing direction and swinging north.

You soon arrive at said location, observing the quiet air. Too quiet. Furrowing your brows, you glance around, eyes sharp and alert and not missing a thing.

Suddenly, a tree began to enlarge.

“Woah—!” You leap out of the way as you sense something flying in your direction, before the world around you is all warped and twisted, leaving you terribly disoriented.

Shaking your head and blinking, you can’t seem to clear your mind and get a grip—everything is fuzzy and swirling around. Nausea settles within your gut, along with the almost painful tingling of your Spidey Senses. Something is very wrong.

“Are you Peter Parker? Why am I in New York?” A gravelly voice speaks up to your right, and you whirl around, muscle memory kicking in as you settle into a fighting stance.

Hovering above you is a man in an armoured suit with a red cape flying out behind him and—as the officer had put it—what looks like a fish bowl is encompassing his face, the inside foggy. You are unable to make out any facial features, just a disembodied voice laced with confusion and bitterness. Immediately, you got a deep premonition; that this person is not from here.

“Who’s Peter Parker?” You question, eyeing him warily. “And who are you?”

“You’re not Spider-Man.” The man does not answer your questions. “You’re some fake. Either way, you’ll do for now.”

“What do you me—” You are cut off by that feeling of disorientation and something messing with your head; the world around you becomes all warped once again, your brain muddled and eyesight all fuzzy. One of your hands flies to clutch your head, eyes squeezing shut.

“Argh—stop it!” You feel like you’re about to throw up. You back up, before your stomach lurches with the feeling of freefalling. Frantic, you unleash a web, trying to latch onto something—anything, black ants scuttling around the edges of your vision.

Something bright and colourful flashes, and the distinctive sound of a motorbike roars from somewhere above. The sensation of warm, strong arms wrap around you, and suddenly you’re flying for somewhere—but not the ground.

The person holding you lands, and your eyes fly open, looking up into the masked face of a man clad in a pink fluffy bathrobe and an empty baby sling clipped to his front. His mask is red and blue, his eyes two large circles coloured white and lined with black. They blink, perfectly in sync with his eyes movement—much like yours. “Hey, there.”

You blink also. “Hey.”

He sets you down gently, helping you to your feet. The world around you is normal again. Bathrobe man gives your shoulder a friendly pat. “Give us a moment—we’ll deal with Mysterio and then we’ll talk, okay?”

“Uh, okay.” You don’t really know what else to say; everything is so surreal. He turns away before something white and familiar shoots out of his wrist—exactly like you. You gawk as he tugs and it pulls him into the air.

The rumble of a motorcycle echoes again, and you whip your head around to see a woman with yellow goggles sitting atop a—you guessed it—motorbike, that same white substance shooting out of her fingertips.

Bathrobe Man and Motorcycle Lady leap and bound around, Fish Bowl Head darting out of the way of their attacks before that bright and colourful thing appears in the sky again.

Something red and glowing shoots out and wraps around Fish Bowl Head, stopping him in his tracks immediately.

Bathrobe Man immediately whoops at the sight, still swinging around freely. “About time, Miguel!” At his words, another figure leaps out of the circular, colourful object in the sky. Is that a portal?

Bathrobe Guy continues cheerfully. “What was the hold up? You’re, like, twenty seconds late.”

The figure lands on the ground with a smooth roll, bringing down Fish Bowl Head with him. He is very tall, and extremely muscular. His suit is mostly blue, but streaks of blood-red line it and almost seem to glow. Those same streaks outline his eyes, which narrow menacingly as he turns his head in Bathrobe Dude’s direction. Said man lands lightly next to him, throwing some spiky-looking thing on the ground, which immediately encloses Fish Bowl Head in some kind of glowing-red-web-trap-thing, identical to the same stuff the guy wrapped the villain in as he jumped from the portal. Bathrobe Man seems undeterred and unintimidated by the taller man’s threatening glower. “Not in the mood for jokes, Peter.”

Fish Bowl Head immediately pounds his fists against the material that traps him, yelling, “Peter! Let me out and fight me like a man! I’ll destroy you—everything you live for, I swear vengeance on you—”

“Yeah, yeah, we get it,” Bathrobe Guy sighs wearily, before turning to the super tall dude again. “Anyway, Miguel, we’ve got a real confused Spider-Woman over here. Should we, uh…?”

“Let me,” Motorcycle Lady finally speaks up, her motorbike now cruising along on the ground like a normal person, not swinging about midair. She comes to stop in front of you, the engine resounding softly. “Hey.” She smiles, holding out a gloved hand. “I’m Spider-Woman.”

You take in her appearance—she’s black, with glossy, curly hair piled up on her head with those cool yellow goggles, and you can actually see her eyes, unlike the other two. They’re a deep coffee brown and twinkle with friendliness. You slowly take her hand, still staring, as she pumps it up and down in a cordial shake. “Pretty crazy, huh?”

“Hold on—I’m Spider-Woman.” Before you can think, you’re frowning in confusion, forgetting to greet her back. “How…?”

Her kind smile doesn’t waver. Almost as if she’s heard the same thing plenty of times before. “Yeah, it’s a bit confusing at first. However, everything’ll make sense if you come back with us to HQ.”

“Jess.” That red-web guy approaches the two of you, and you’re immediately intimidated. You stand at a tall five-foot-nine, but this man absolutely dwarfs you. He pins his stare on you for a second, and you can feel the intensity despite his eyes being obscured from view behind a mask. He looks at Motorcycle Lady again. “I decide if she comes back to HQ.”

You are utterly lost. “I’m really sorry, but I’m confused. Who are all of you guys?”

“The name’s Spider-Man.” Bathrobe Dude saunters over, tone chipper. “Nice to meet you.”

The really tall one sighs somewhat wearily. “And I am, too—but, more specifically, Spider-Man 2099.”

“Okay, okay, that doesn’t help.” You shake your head, as if trying to clear your mind. “You’re all…like me?”

“We are.” Motorcycle Lady smiles. “We were all bitten by a radioactive spider, became Spider-Man or Spider-Woman or something else and now protect our home, New York.”

You blink. “But…there are more of you? Okay, well, I’m Spider-Woman, but to avoid confusion, my name’s Y/n.”

“We know who you are.” Is the cold reply from Spider-Man 2099. You’re taken aback, blinking in offence to his borderline rude tone. He turns his back on the three of you, tapping at a watch on his left wrist. That huge colourful portal-thing appears before you again. “Let’s go, guys.” He stoops down and heaves up Fish Bowl Head and throws him into the portal, all in one fluid motion. As if the villain weighed nothing. He turns to glance back. “And…” you feel him look at you too. He sighs. “You, too, I guess.”

“Wait—I never said I wanted to come along.” You cross your arms. “I have no idea who any of you are, and for all I know, you could be some strange organisation luring in Spider-People and…” You let your sentence hang, the insinuation clear. Spider-Man 2099 stands in front of the portal, back to you, no longer looking at you three and silent, listening. Bathrobe Man and Motorcycle Lady look at you with understanding in their eyes. You hate it—it feels as if they're pitying you. “Besides, I’m going through a rough patch right now, and putting down the mask is what I need most right now. I’m sorry.”

They stay silent. It frustrates you. “And…thank you for the help with that fish bowl guy.”

Bathrobe Guy laughs. “Haha! ‘Fish bowl guy’. I love that.”

Motorcycle Lady turns her eyes to him, her stare stern. “Not the time, Peter.”

He ahems and falls silent, solemn once more.

You can’t help but feel a tad bit amused at this particular guy’s personality. Not hard to get along with, he seems, but you still have no intentions of heading back with them to ‘HQ’, as the motorbike lady put it. Even if you have that gut feeling that they mean no harm, that they’re the good guys—it doesn’t take away the fact that you just want a break from all of this. From being Spider-Woman.

You want to be normal again. But you know that’s too much to ask for.

“I understand your concerns.” Spider-Man 2099 finally says, voice holding no emotion whatsoever. “You don’t have to accompany us. However.” He faces you, fists closed at his sides. Once again, you can feel just how piercing his stare is. “This responsibility we have…we can’t just take a break from it.” You tense slightly at his tone and words. Dislike floods you. He lowers his head slightly, as if conceding to your views. “It’s my life, their life, your life. All of our lives. I don’t usually do this, but I think you’d understand better if you came back with us.”

You don’t like his countenance. Nor his tone. It’s apathetic. He says nothing more, and steps inside the portal, disappearing.

Bathrobe Guy sighs, shaking his head. “Please, don’t take his words to heart. He doesn’t know how to comfort people.” You get the feeling that he’s giving you an empathetic smile behind his mask. At least this guy’s approachable and unimposing. “But, he’s right, as much as I hate to admit. You’ll be in a great environment. Because we all understand how you feel.”

Bathrobe Guy gives a light, friendly punch to your shoulder. “Well, it’s up to you now.” He turns to Motorcycle Lady. “I promised MJ that I’d take care of Mayday this afternoon, so I’ll be off.”

Soon, he disappears into the same portal Spider-Man 2099 did. Leaving you with the woman.

She sighs and gives you a look. “So…you wanna come, or…?”

“I’ll…think about it.” You answer; however, you know your ultimate answer will be no. You don’t want to bear this burden any more.

But there are others. Your more rational side rebuts. There are more. You’ll finally have someone who understands you.

You look at Spider-Woman. And she stares back with a clear-eyed, firm look. As if she knows.

Her lips turn up into a smile. “See you on the other side.”

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part 2

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spiderlandry · 10 months

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Spider — ethan landry

Description: You worry Ethan for a moment, until he realizes it’s not that serious.

Pairing: Spider-Man!Ethan Landry x GN!Reader (no use of y/n)

Warnings: mentions of spiders but no actual description, mentions of kidnapping but no actual kidnapping, ethan is just an overthinker, use of ‘babe’ as pet name like three times, not proofread

Word Count: 688

Author’s Note: this is for all spider haters i hate spiders so bad. yes it’s in my url yes i hate spiders

The events of the past week made Ethan giddy, practically bouncing on his feet every time he was around you. He asked you out last week, and the dating stage had been progressing nicely despite his Spider-Man duties. He no longer had to worry about bothering you whenever he landed on your fire escape bruised and wounded as your best friend, because on your third date (which was interrupted by a giant green lizard—not cool), you told him that no matter what happened, you will always fix him up. It was the closest thing he’d gotten to a declaration of love, even if it was just the third date.

Long story short: It was a great week.

And here he was, cooking both of you dinner with a recipe he practiced the day before as to make sure he wouldn’t fuck it up, and you were getting something from your bedroom when—

A shriek—your shriek—reached his ears.

He dropped the wooden spoon on the floor, unable to think about cleaning the mess up later because what if somehow, some way, one of his enemies found out his identity and tracked him to you? And—oh god—you left your bedroom window open to let in the breeze, what if you were taken?

The door almost broke from its hinges at his entrance, and his eyes fell on your figure in the center of the room. He ran over to you, checking for any injuries, hugging you as close to him as possible because his web-shooters were back in the other room and he was an idiot for not thinking to bring it.

“What—what is it?” He tightened his hold on you while he looked around the room, not seeing any threat but he’d be a liar if the thought of an invisible nemesis didn’t cross his mind. “Are you okay?”

You nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck, letting out a too-quiet mumble, too quiet even for his spider senses to hear.

“You’re gonna have to say it louder, babe. I can’t hear you.” Where the hell did babe come from?

“There’s a spider—and—and it’s gone, and I don’t know where it went and—“

The biggest weight on his chest had just been lifted. “You scared me,” He breathed out, pulling back to see your worried face turn into bewilderment.

“Ethan!” You lightly slapped his chest. “This is serious, what if it crawls on me while I sleep?!”

He laughed, much to your distress. “Babe, it’s just a spider. It can’t do that much damage.”

“I’m scared.” You whispered, and he pulled you back into an embrace.

The rumble of his laughter did make you feel better, though.

“Okay, how about this,” he rubbed your back in comfort. “We’ll eat here, then go back to my place, and you can sleep there. Is that okay? I can take the couch.”

“But there’s gonna be another spider there.” You rebutted.

“What—I’ll make sure—“ He stammered, until he realized. “Oh, you’re real funny.”

You pulled back just a tad to see his grin, mirroring yours. “I can’t believe you forgot.”

“I thought you were in danger.”

“I’m sorry, babe.” You enunciated the ‘babe’ which wasn’t lost on him. “When did we call each other that?”

“I—I didn’t—It just came out, okay?” He shrugged, hands intertwined behind your back. “Do you not want me to?”

“Well,” you pretended to think about it. “Since you’re my spider, I guess it’s okay.”

His heart fluttered at the possessive word, my. He was yours.

“You don’t have to take the couch,” you whispered, inching closer to him.

“I’m not letting you sleep on the couch,” he shook his head.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Then what—oh,” He gaped like a fish out of water. He searched your eyes for any jokes, to find none. “Oh.”

You hummed, nodding. “Is that okay?”

“More than okay.”

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r3starttt · 3 months

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Right time

Spider man! Dina

Before she can reply anything back you’re already sneaking out of your house for probably the third time this week. Black converse hitting the dirt, a baggy hoodie that was actually Dina’s and didn’t really cover you from the slight cold breeze, and some money that you’ve been saving from lunch all crumpled in the back of your jeans, just in case.

She’d insisted on going to your place but you didn’t want your parents to notice so you’d agreed on seeing each other at a small park near your house.

Everything’s quiet, there’s just the constant sounds of the city in movement. The sky slowly fading into a complete dark blue color tone and the moon getting shiner along with the small stars that looked like tiny dots in the sky.

The squeak of the swings and your feet scraping the ground stop when you see her in the distance. She waves once she noticed you too.

“I have the feeling that you’re always on your way here before you even ask” she chuckles, walking towards the swing next to you “What if I am?” you laugh back, shifting your eyes towards her and immediately looking at her with pure confusion.

“Why’re you looking at me like that?” Dina was biting her bottom lip, her smile was slightly curved almost as a smirk, she had something to bother you about “I can’t stop thinking about the spider man thing, you’re ridiculous” you immediate burst into laughter, hitting her shoulder gently “Dina just forget it I was clearly joking”

“Oh really? Because your confession seemed pretty serious” you just roll your eyes “I really wonder how long have you been thinking about him, because you never just tell me_” “Dina, stop it. I’m not gonna give you details if that what you want”

“Oh so there’s details? I though it was just a random thought that occurred to you today” she raised her eyebrows. You knew she wasn’t gonna stop any soon, if she ever forget about it.

You groaned back, covering your face with your hands for some seconds “why do you care so much?” “You really wanna know?” she laughs at the small slap that you gave yourself as you let go of your face, hitting your legs in pure annoyment

“You’re not gonna believe me anyway” you don’t say anything back, but your eyes are basically speaking for you so there’s no need really “remember how you said that I was probably on my way before?” you nod, confused on what she tried to say

She extends her arm, aiming to a small can of coke next to a trash can; suddenly shooting her webs and brings the Can to her hand. Your eyes open wide in pure amused, mouth partly open and heart racing so much your heartbeat could almost be heard.

“I’m spider man” the way she says it so casually makes you laugh nervously as your eyes are still locked on her wrists, trying to make any of this make sense.

“How the fuck am I not suppose to believe in that when I just saw webs coming from your arm”

“From my hand-well, my wrist”

“And you’re fucking casual about it?”

She just shrugged.

And now realization was hitting you. So many thoughts on your mind at once.

“I thought it was the right time to tell you since you practically told me how he made you-“

your hands covered her mouth, completely ashamed “stop” her hands move on top of yours, gently taking them away from her face and pulling them closer, placing them on top of her knees.

“At least I know you won’t hate me” a small chuckle escapes from her mouth. She looked so normal about this whole situations but in fact she’d been overthinking about this since she first came, wondering what your reaction would be; so the look on your face, all the mix of emotions you were feeling, it made her feel good, less stressed.

“I would never it’s just” you sighed “I just told you how I think he’s hot” both of you laughed awkwardly “Well it’s not like you’ve never tell me that I’m hot so…” “Ugh just shut up”

You try to move your hands away from her, and she lets you; shooting her webs at the swing to pull it closer to her and cupping your face with her hands, pressing her lips on yours in a small sweet kiss. Just enough for what you both needed.

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jedijesi · 6 months

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Caught in the Cat's Web Chapter 4

Miguel O'Hara x Felicia Hardy!Reader

Previous Chapter 🕸️ Series Masterlist

Warnings: SMUT (no piv), Angst, She/Her Pronouns, Enemies to Lovers, Slowish Burn

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: Felicia goes on a date with Web-Slinger, but Miguel doesn't like it for some reason. Why? He hates her, right?

Co-Author: @stclairesplace

Nueva York, Earth-838

“And Spider-Cat brought in a whopping 57 criminals in one night,” Jessica informed Miguel as she jotted down her notes. “Did you and Felicia rip each other apart last night? I mean, you know you don’t have to train them. Web-Slinger’s expressed plenty of times how much he’s been waiting to join me in training recruits.”

Miguel shakes his head towards Jessica. “No. We didn’t kill each other… it was actually... pretty nice.” Jessica makes a mental note of the way Miguel smiles as he recalls the night. “Felicia was incredible, she brought in 34 criminals and made sure each and every victim was okay. It’s like she's been doing this all her life.”

“Hmmm.” Jessica nods, trying to understand what else must have happened in order for Miguel to act so cheerful, compared to yesterday. “Well, you can take a back seat now and focus on the other universes. I think I'm gonna take Web-Slinger on as a trainer, he’s been expressing wanting to take on bigger roles.”

“No, no, I don't mind helping out.”

“I think you're scaring the recruits, though.”

Miguel sighs, “I’ll back off a bit, but I like training and they should get used to it. I'm the boss.”

Jessica shrugs, “Whatever you want, Miguel. I'm gonna go bring Web-Slinger on, still.”

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Felicia walks into the crowded dining hall to grab her usual latte before work. She needed a pick-me-up after last night's adventures. After ordering she goes to the pick-up bar to wait, watching the masked baristas make her drink.

“Black coffee for Web-Slinger!” A barista shouts to the waiting customers.

“Pardon, ma'am.” Felicia is taken aback as she turns to meet a masked horse and his masked rider.

She quickly moves out of the way, watching as he leans down to grab his cup of coffee. “Quite the entrance you two made there," Felicia said, a sly grin on her face as she leaned against the pick-up bar, her eyes glinting with amusement. "I can’t say I’ve seen a Spider-Man and their trusty steed in a coffee shop before."

The masked rider couldn't help but return a playful smirk. "Well, we do try to make an entrance wherever we go," he replied with a hint of mischief in his voice.

“Iced Latte for Night Spider!” The barista shouts prompting Felicia to grab her drink.

The horse's rider, whose mask concealed most of his face, had an air of confidence about him as he gracefully dismounted. “Would you like to join me?” He asks, taking the reins into his gloved hands.

Felicia smiles flirtatiously, “Only if you let me ride bareback.”

Web-Slinger and Felicia walk to an empty table that overlooks the sights of Nueva York.

The Web-Slinger pulls out the red chair for Felicia, for her to sit in before sitting across from her. “I don't believe I’ve seen you around.” The man says.

“I’m relatively new.” She shrugs taking a sip from her straw.

“Ahh, so you must be part of the group I’m gonna start training, huh.”

“I already know everythin’ I need to know, cowboy” Felicia winks.

Web-Slinger leans over the table and with a whisper, says, “I’m sure there's plenty I can teach you, little lady.”

The sound of Felicia’s laugh catches the attention of Miguel and LYLA as they walk to the gym. Miguel smiles to himself realizing he's rarely heard Felicia laugh. Wanting to see what all the fuss was, he followed the sound of her laughter through the dining hall to see her and Web-Slinger and Felicia leaned in close over the small table, sharing a quiet exchange before both of them suddenly burst into laughter. It was a casual moment, nothing too significant, but for some reason, Miguel felt an unexpected surge of anger.

"I don't know if you know this," Felicia remarked, her voice playful, "but I'm an environmental activist. I prefer to save a horse n' ride a cowboy." She winked at Web-Slinger.

Miguel, unamused, interrupted with a deadpan expression. "Hardy."

Felicia slowly leaned away from the cowboy and turned her attention to Miguel. "O'Hara," she purred, her tone laden with innuendo.

Miguel shifted his gaze, his voice carrying a note of annoyance. "We're meeting in 5 minutes."

Felicia maintained her sultry demeanor. "I know, big boy. I'll be there."

The two locked eyes in a heated stare until Web-Slinger, noticing the tension, interjected, "Everythin' okay between you two?"

Felicia gave Miguel a devious smile. "Never better," she replied, her tone filled with mischief. "I guess I'll head over to the gym. Thanks for being eye candy," she told Web-Slinger with a flirtatious parting glance.

“Were goin’ the game way, darlin’, why don't you ride Widow with me?” He says as he stands.

Felicia smirks as she sauntered over to the cowboy. “I thought you'd never ask.”

Felicia gracefully mounts the horse, her curves accentuated by the tight spider suit she wore. Her long silver hair cascaded down her back as she adjusted the reins and settled into the saddle. With a gentle but firm grasp, she held onto the reins. She leaned forward against Widow’s next, her breasts touching the saddle horn, and held eye contact with Miguel as she brought her right hand out to stroke the horse's neck, sweetly saying, “Good boy”. Once Web-Slinger hopped on behind her he kept his hands along her waist. He gave Widow a quick kick, the horse moving from a walk into a slow, sultry trot, glancing back with a smirk as she rode away. Leaving Miguel's jaw tightens as he attempts to comprehend what had just happened.

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“Good afternoon, recruits!” LYLA said with her cheery voice. “You all did fantastic last night. Since training is wrapping up and you'll soon be full-fledged members of the Spider Society, for the next few days we have some of our top veterans that you can shadow and work one-on-one with until graduation! Feel free to roam about and interview Spider Society members! LYLA said before glitching away.

Recruits excitedly wandered around the gym and to the cafeteria to the various experts for help. Felicia didn’t need to do much wandering as she had her eyes set on a certain cowboy.

Felicia waited behind Julia as she fangirled over one of her favorite Spider heroes. “I’d be happy to let you shadow me, ma'am. Meet me here tomorrow night, okay?”

Julia nodded excitedly, “of course, Sir! Thank you!”

“Now if you'll excuse me.” The cowboy says, tipping his hat as he moves past Julia to where Felicia stands.

“Hey, Cowboy.” She smirked, leaning against the wall.

Web-Slinger places his forearm on the area above her head, using it to lean on. “You lookin’ for a teacher?”

Felicia shrugs, “I don't know, you teachin’ cowboy?”

“Yes, ma'am. I can take you out to the bar upstairs to study. How does that sound, gorgeous?”

Miguel couldn't seem to concentrate on the line of recruits interviewing him while Felicia and Web-Slinger were standing so obnoxiously close on the other side of the gym. It was too noisy to completely understand their conversation with his super hearing, but from what he could gather, it sounded as if they were going on a date.

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New York, Earth-192

Felicia meticulously adhered to the event's dress code, selecting an elegant formal outfit. She stood before the mirror, her gaze scrutinizing her appearance. Her sleek, black dress clung to her figure, accentuating her curves, and she took a moment to ensure everything fell just right. She focused on the way her ass looked in it, turning back around, she checked her hair she let it down, before placing her mask over her eyes. “Hot.” She states, seeing at the final look.

Felicia cast a quick glance at the time, realizing that it was time to make her departure. In a hurry, she snatched up her watch, deftly input the coordinates for Nueva York, and activated the portal. With a sense of purpose and confidence, she stepped into the shimmering gateway.

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Nueva York, Earth-838

Felicia takes the elevator to the 102nd floor. As the doors open, the sound of jazz music and laughter mixed with the smells of alcohol and cigars makes Felicia feel like she was back in her Black Cat days, robbing rich men at fancy bars. As she saunters towards to bar, she spots the red spider bandana paired with a black button-up and slacks.

“Hey, Cowboy.” She hums, catching the man’s attention.

“My, my, my…” The Web-Slinger stands, removing his hat as he admires Felicia. “You're a sight, darlin’.”

Felicia feels her cheeks heat up at his reaction. “I hope you are ready to study.” She teases.

“I'm ready to do a lot more than studying.” He whispers in her ear as he pushes Felicia’s stool in.

“What can I get you two tonight?” The masked bartender asked.

“A vodka martini please,” Felicia says, leaning on the bar, letting her breasts shine.

“And a whisky for me.” Web-Slinger tips his hat to the bartender.

Felicia swivels in her stool to look directly at the handsome cowboy. “So, cowboy, what’s your real name?”

“Patrick.”

“Hmm… I like Cowboy better. Now, aren't you gonna tell me about the Spider Society?”

Meanwhile, Miguel and Ben took a seat in the armchairs near the fireplace. Miguel leaned back, scanning the bar area subtly, his eyes narrowing as he spotted Felicia and Patrick at the bar, engrossed in their conversation.

"I didn't even know this bar existed, Sir," Ben remarked, his voice tinged with a mix of nervousness and excitement.

Miguel nodded, keeping an eye on Felicia while maintaining a calm demeanor. "It's a hidden gem, Ben. We like to have nice amenities for the spider-people who work and live here full time. Now, remember, patience is key in our line of work. Just observe, listen, and let me know if anything unusual happens."

“Is something going down here?” Ben said excitedly.

Miguel shakes his head, rolling his eyes. “No. Consider it training. For example, look! Felcia’s here-”

“Holy shit she looks hot-” Ben is cut off by a smack to the head from Miguel.

“Shut the fuck up.” He yells in a whisper. “You said you wanted me to train you, you wanna learn or not?” Ben nods slowly, like a sad puppy. “Our goal is to observe Felicia, see what she doing here, maybe find out what she's talking about.”

“Well, she’s eating those olives very seductively,” Ben says, fixated on the little detail, making Miguel regret bringing him.

As the evening went on, the date between Felicia and Patrick seemed to progress smoothly. Miguel couldn't help but admire how well she looked in something other than her suit, but he remained vigilant all while Ben interpreted their date.

“You mentioned you were an environmental activist, correct?” Felicia could hear the grin in his voice.

She took one last sip of her martini, placing the empty glass back down onto the wooden bar. “Oh, yes. Very passionate.” She bats her eyes.

“You know..” Patrick leans in, placing his hand on Felicia’s thigh. “I’d love to get involved. You think you'd be interested in helpin’ me, dalrin’?”

Felica gives the cowboy a crocodile smile before standing. “Lead the way, cowboy.”

This causes Miguel to jump. “Woah what's going on, Ben.”

“Um… She's an environmental activist.” He shrugs, leaving both men confused.

“You’re no help.”

Felicia and Patrick scurry past the elevator down a hallway. “Where are we going?” Felicia giggles.

“There’s a common room everyone forgets about with an incredible view this way.” He says, turning the corner.

The Web-Slinger stops in front of the door, tugging down his mask, revealing his sharp, beautiful features before leaning in to kiss Felicia. She moans into his mouth, as they let lust take over. Patrick’s right hand roams Felicia’s body as his left fiddles with the handle of the door. As soon as it opens, he uses his superhuman strength to pick up Felicia as if she were a feather, letting her legs wrap around his waist.

Once in the room, Felicia throws the cowboy’s hat and begins unbuttoning his shirt. Meanwhile, Patrick moans in lust, walking to the other side of the room to sit on the couch in front of the big window. With Felicia on his lap, he grinds up into her clothed pussy, moaning as he feels how drenched she is. “Fuck, Darlin’.” He moans, unzipping the back of her dress, and exposing her black lace bra.

Felicia moans as she rocked against Patrick’s clothed cock. “Ride me.” He begs.

“Shhhh… Let me take my time, cowboy.” She moans, closing her eyes, feeling his lips suck on her neck while he plays with her breasts. “I need it, cowboy.” She whines.

“Ahem.” The sound of someone clearing his throat, causes Felicia’s eyes to open wide.

“Miguel?!” Felicia shouts, lifting her dress to cover her chest and Patrick to scrabble to button up his shirt. “What are you doing here?!”

Miguel turns the dim light on to illuminate the room, chuckling to himself as the two panics. “This is a common room.”

“Hi, Felicia.” Ben peaks from around the corner, watching as she zips her dress up.

“Ben?!” She could punch the wall, she was so frustrated.

“You know, romantic relationships are not allowed in the Spider Society,” Miguel says, leaning on the door frame.

“Gee thanks, boss.” Felicia snaps.

“My apologies, sir. I didn't realize.” Patrick says as he tries to find his hat that Felicia threw in the heat of the moment.

Miguel's expression softened slightly as he observed the storm of emotions brewing in the room. He felt a tinge of guilt, knowing that his adherence to the Spider Society's rules had added to the tension. "In our line of work," he began, his voice measured, "it's vital that we stay focused. The Spider Society's rules exist to protect us all."

Felicia sighed, her frustration evident, the room's atmosphere heavy with unresolved conflict. "Fine, Miguel. I get it, you have stupid rules to make me more miserable." She turned to Patrick, giving him an apologetic look, and brushed past Miguel on her way out the door.

Patrick, somewhat flustered but understanding the gravity of the situation, nodded. "Is my position in jeopardy, Sir?"

Miguel reassured him with a nod. "No, you're one of our best." He held Patrick's gaze. "Be careful."

As Patrick left, Miguel found himself standing alone, the weight of the situation pressing on him. He couldn't quite pinpoint the jumble of emotions within him – anger, guilt, or perhaps something else entirely. The room felt heavy with unresolved tension, leaving him to grapple with the repercussions of his decisions.

Chapter 5

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