#spicy spidey

[liz-allyn]

sweet dreams [tasm!peter x fem!reader]

summary: you wake up one night with needs. Peter helps you solve them. (p without plot at all. there’s no point here, just pure fifth. there are cereal boxes with more filling content.)

words: 2.7k

warnings: 18+ NSFW content—minors DNI, grade-A, 100% pure smut, pwp, fem!reader, heavy daddy!kink, dom!peter, sub!reader, kinda innocence kink maybe, web-play

a/n: so here’s something I scraped off the inside of my skull bc maybe some people just need a distraction sometimes

“Mmmmm...” A needy, petulant whine flooded your thoughts and subconsciously spilled from your lips.

You felt a puff of breath brush across the exposed nape of your neck. A low chuckle and a dark smile.

“Aww, ‘m so sorry, baby—my bad,” your boyfriend snickered mischievously. You were blinded by heavy eyelids, but you could hear the Cheshire grin on his face. “It’s jus’ me, sweetheart.”

He placed an innocent kiss on your bare shoulder, reeling you in further away from your slumber. Your nostrils filled with the scent of him: the musk of spicy cedar body wash blended with the salty headiness of perspiration dampening his hair.

You groaned again, a more distraught protest coated with sleepiness. You were being pulled from the dark depths of your dream. If the rest of your body held the energy that burned in your belly, you’d dive back under the current and drown yourself.

“Hmmmm—nooooo,” was all you could mutter.

Through the Spider suit concealing most of his body, you felt the firm muscles of his upper half wrap around your torso, fitting himself to your back like a glove. His bare hands—one of your favorite parts of him—glided over your skin delectably, rousing a shiver down your spine. You were pleased that he’d removed his gloves, if not just for sanitary reasons, for the fact that the tiny ridges of his fingerprints kindled a burning desire in you like nothing else could.

His lips ghosting over the shell of your ear added more fuel to your fire. “Was gonna let you sleep, but you looked so cute all snuggled up, I couldn’t resist.” The timbre of his voice darkened as he appended, “That’s before I saw what you’re wearin’ underneath.”

You felt his fingertips start to crawl over every exposed piece of your flesh. What wasn’t bared to him, he’d make contact with, digging his fingers aside and underneath fabric like a hungry child digging into a cookie jar. He smoothed his hand over your shoulder, down your back, over your thighs, widening out around the round of your butt, pausing there as if to pay it special attention. Gooseflesh broke out across your skin as his hand traveled further south. His palm widened further until the expanse of his grip was on the back of your thigh, right below your rear. You shuddered as the tips of his digits slowed to a brutal drag, from miles down to millimeters. He teased the delicate skin between your thighs, but abstained from breaching the hem of your underwear; piously or fiendishly—you weren’t sure.

Overwhelmed by his weight, touch, smell, and sound, you still ached for more. You wanted him wrapped around you and inside you, to be engulfed by and immolate yourself in his flame. 

The groan that you responded with sounded agonized—desperate. He hissed deeply in response, pushing the weight of his hips up into yours. “Feel bad,” he confessed, breathing hotly into your ear as his fingers drew circles in your flesh. “Sounded like you were having a good dream.”

You went still, then grumbled in frustration. Your body had indeed betrayed you, and now he was teasing you about it. You dragged your face under you, concealing your reddened cheeks into your pillow.

“Hey, hey, hey…” he tutted sympathetically, just as you were starting to worry about what ultimately gave you away. “None of that,” he wrapped both hands around your middle, molding your form to his. “No need to be shy, honey. S’okay.”

Reluctantly, you turned your head towards him, peeking out from the safety of your soft pillow.

A wicked smile stretched his lips. “Though if you wanna experience the real thing, all you gotta do is ask.”

You eyed him, considering his lewd suggestion. “Maybe I don’t wanna ask,” you murmured, your sleep-laden lips curling into a teasing pout. “Maybe I wan’you to just... take.”

His mouth parted slightly at this, but he knew exactly what you meant.

You were a sharp, strong-willed, capable (and downright formidable) woman, and 99% of the time that meant holding everything and everyone together. You were cool, coordinated and collected—commanding when necessary. Although you concealed it well, the weight of that 99% threatened to crush you. It was the 1%—that sweet release of responsibility and control—that you craved. It was the only thing that kept you going. And Peter could give it to you like no one else.

You blinked innocently at him, waiting—watching. Knowing that his brain was now effectively a boiling pot of water, bubbling with salacious intent, spilling over with obscene thoughts. The look in his eye could practically melt you.

“Is’at right?” His rumbling voice was so low and tempered, it barely left his body—the kind of sound that lives beneath your skin like a splinter.

To answer him, you arched your lower back, pushing the soft flesh of your rear back into his hips. You felt the outline of his hardened cock beneath the leggings of the suit. He eagerly received you, his fingers around the crest of your pelvis as his hips met yours.

Again, you didn’t have to see it to know what was happening. You could hear the way his breath hitched and the wet sound he made sucking his lip between his teeth. He somehow covered more of your body with his.

“That was a question, baby,” he urged with a sharp, teasing tongue. You felt his lips plant tiny searing kisses along the back of your shoulder up the curve of your neck. “Wanna hear you answer.”

You furrowed your brows, grumbling with a somewhat bratty tone, “Defeats the purpose if I gotta ask...”

A moment passed; you felt his hand travel up between your shoulder blades. In a blink, he grasped your hair and yanked your head back. You hissed at being wrenched to attention. With your chin lifted off the pillow, neck angled backward, you peered at him in your periphery.

Jawline sharp, teeth gritted, eyes black. “I meant I want you to beg me for it,” he whispered hotly into your ear. He punctuated his demand with a lewd grind of his hips, his cock poking into the small of your back. The muscles in your pelvic floor clenched up reflexively. You licked your lips through open-mouthed breaths.

“Please,” you purred without hesitation. Your pride was only a passing afterthought. Another heavy breath. He paused expectantly, but the crashing waves in your core made the wait a short one. “Please, Daddy... Wan’you to fuck me so bad.”

Peter exhaled sharply, his chest heavy with lust, eyes dark with desire. His free hand feathered up your forearm and then clamped down over your wrist, pinning it to the sheets near the pillow by your head. He ground down on you again, rubbing his hard erection into your core.

“Yeah?” he breathed out. If he wasn’t salivating, his mouth would be a desert.

“Touch me, Daddy…” you mewled sinfully. You pushed your hips back, hoisting up the heated, wet center between your thighs. He grimaced as the hard muscle in his crotch connected with that delicious spot, relishing in the warmth there beneath your panties.

His free hand not pinning your wrist slid over the round of your opposite shoulder. You shuddered as his fingers tightened around your throat, pulling a moan from your lips. He groaned at the noise, his knee slotting between your thighs.

“Mmm, sweet girl,” he whispered, admonishing teasingly, “you know I can’t help myself when you call me that, yeah?” He began to suck harsh kisses into the flesh of your neck. “Makes me feel like an animal...”

You bit your lip, exposing more of your shoulder to him. His hold on your wrist and neck loosened to your disappointment, but before you could whine, you heard a thwip. Both of your hands were now covered in webs and secured to the headboard above your pillow.

Your jaw fell agape with excitement at the display of dominance. The realization that your arms were firmly bound above your head sent a flutter through the muscles in your belly. You hissed desperately.

He pulled your jaw to the side into a searing hot kiss, his tongue taking full advantage of your open mouth. Simultaneously, his free hand traveled down towards the thin material of your panties, yanking them down your hips.

Impatiently, he shoved his hand in the narrow gap between your crotch and the bedsheets. He stilled his wrist, calming his movements, so he could gently glide through your folds. He teased the sensitive flesh, relishing in the wetness coating his fingertips.

“So wet f’me, baby, fuck,” he muttered, tensing through his own ache. He wasted no time, overcome with need, rubbing tight circles around your clit. You arched at the fervent stimulation, unintentionally escaping his touch.

“N’ah uh,” he tutted mischievously. “Y’know better than to try an’ pull away from me, baby. Be a good girl and let Daddy have that sweet pussy, yeah?”

You let out a filthy whimper, putting weight in your knees to push your ass further against his hard-on. The subsequent V formed between your thighs allowed him access to breach your core. He slipped his fingers inside your velvety, wetness, humming with satisfaction.

“Tha’sit, good girl—”

“Owww, God, Pete—fucking love it when you play with me…”

“I know, baby, I know. Is ‘at why I found you twisted up under the sheets… grinding your pretty pussy into the mattress? Were you waiting for Daddy to come home and touch you, huh?”

Your voice shattered shamelessly into a whine, nodding frantically. “Mmm-hmm…”

Your skin roasted and your blood boiled beneath his touch. He ran his hand back through your hair, the feeling of his nails gently scraping your scalp pushing you into a fevered state. His other hand curled up, his ring and middle fingertips brushing up against the softest part of you. The heel of his palm bucked against your clit, making your legs clench and your eyes roll-up.

“Wha’s that?” he grunted. “You were sayin’?”

“Please, please—want your cock. Need you so bad...”

He pulled his hand away from you, and your body revolted at the loss. He pushed himself up onto his knees, driven momentarily by his own needs. You began to protest until you saw him tearing at the top of his suit and the waist of his pants. You glanced behind at the delicious plains of his pecs, now exposed to you. Chest heaving, mouth open and panting like a dog, he gripped the satin of your underwear, shimmying them down and off your legs. It took all of his self-control not to rip them off your body.

Fumbling, you pressed your thighs together to hoist your hips up. You pressed your face into your pillow, shamelessly bent over and on your knees. He reached into his pants, pulling out his dripping cock, lip pinched in his teeth. His wolfish gaze was glued your sex, like a predator eying prey. The sight alone made you whimper.

“Don’t cry, baby,” he shushed you. “I gotcha. I’m gonna give you what you want.” His tone darkened, “Good girls always get what they want, isn’t that right?”

You squeezed your eyes shut, burying your face in the pillow again.

Peter gazed down at you, rubbing himself up against your folds. His eyes flashed deviously, and his face twisted into a devilish smirk. “I said ‘isn’t that right?’” he repeated, with an emphasis. He pressed the smooth tip of his head to your aching cunt, but he didn’t enter you. “You been a good girl, huh?”

You hesitated, responding with nothing but a needy whine.

“Baby,” he said with a warning tone. His only saving grace at giving the game away was that you couldn’t see the cheeky smile on his lips. “I asked you a question. You been good tonight?”

You groaned pitifully.

“Uh-oh,” Peter tutted, his tone shifting towards one of admonishment. “C’mon, baby, come clean.” He teased wickedly, “You know what happens if you lie.”

“No—I didn’t—” you whined with a scandalized gasp, wiggling your hips. “No, I didn’t lie.”

“Then tell the truth,” he replied, leaning down over you. His thumbs squeezed your hips so hard you were sure to find bruises there the next morning. “Tell me. Did you break the rules?”

You bit your lip and fluttered your eyelashes, unsuccessfully feigning innocence. He went still, pressing his hand down on your back. A cautionary grumble rolled through his chest. “Baby...”

“M’sorry, I couldn’t help it,” you wailed into the pillow. “I was just... I was so hot and everything hurt, and I needed you so bad—”

He cut you off, yanking your hips down. With a yelp, you were flipped onto your back and gazing up at him, your webbed forearms crossed into an X. Even with a stern glare, a wry smile played on his face. He gripped your chin firmly, brow creased as he leveled his sights on you. “You know the rules,” he facetiously scolded. “Are you allowed to touch yourself without my permission?”

You wriggled your hips anxiously, desperate to relieve the ache in your core. “No...”

“Did you touch yourself tonight?”

“Yes, but—”

“Did you have my permission?”

You mewled pathetically, “But you left me here all alone—”

He tilted his head, narrowing his eyes with admonition. “Sorry? What was that?” You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to pull your chin from his grip. Despite his chiding tone, your little tantrum fueled his excitement. He licked his lips. “I know you’re not tryina blame me for this,” he teased disprovingly.

“No, please!” you whined, biting your lip seductively. “Don’ be mean, Pete... I need you.”

“Maybe what you need is a lesson, yeah? Since you already got off maybe I should just stop this right now, huh?”

“No!”

“No, what?”

You attempted to lift your shoulders up off the pillow, unable to move much with your hands bound. He spread his hand across your chest, the crux of his thumb resting at the base of your throat. You groaned at the sensation, and attempted to grind yourself on his thigh. “Please, Daddy,” you whimpered breathlessly. “I can be good, I promise. Lemme be good for you...”

The salacious look in your eye melted him from the inside out. He narrowed his eyes, lowering his body closer to you, resting his weight on one of his elbows as he rubbed his other thumb over your pouty lips.

“Hmm,” he sneered, his eyes darting from your eyes to your mouth. “You sure ‘bout that, sweetheart? You got me all worked up now...” He slowly pushed his thumb past your lips, sliding it to the back of your tongue. His jaw fell agape as he watched it disappear into the warmth of your mouth. You made a show of sucking and swallowing eagerly. “Sure you can take it all?” he challenged.

You nodded with bright, hungry eyes. His thumb popped out of your mouth with a wet smack. “I’ll do anything. Anything you want.”

He gazed down at you through hooded dark eyes. “How ‘bout we start with you tellin’ me about that naughty dream you had?” You blinked up at him as he traveled further south down your body until you felt the humidity of his breath between your thighs. “Don’t you dare stop talkin,’ no matter what. Jus’ keep workin’ that filthy mouth of yours, baby. I’ll keep workin’ mine.”

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[spidervee]

For the literally indescribable and incomparable @liz-allyn 🌻 spicy spidey returns with some breakup sex -> 18+ only y’all!

You had no business kissing Peter Parker, not when you’d broken up with him two months ago. Although, break up a was generous term for what had amounted to eighteen months of dating that had slowly started to fizzle out until it ended in an explosive argument about commitment and danger and the dishes in the kitchen sink.

So no, your lips should be nowhere near Peter Parker.

Yet here you are, with your fingers tangled in his sweaty hair, tugging until his chin dips backwards and you can drag your lips (which are definitely closer to him than they should be) along his neck, tasting the salt on his skin, the efforts of another night he’s spent as Spider-Man.

It should be a reminder of exactly why you can’t be with him, but his hips rolling against yours, his cock familiar as it presses into your lower belly seems to have erased all memory from your brain, so lost are you in the moment. In Peter’s molten honey eyes as they stare at you, darkened by the sight of you lost in pleasure. In his hands, one gripping your backside tight enough to leave fingerprints, the other teasing between your legs, the sound of slick enough to make you groan at every little movement.

“Thanks for letting me in sunflower,” Peter mutters, pressing you further against the fire escape window he’d climbed through not fifteen minutes earlier. “Need you so bad.”

He grabs for your wrist and guides your hand to the place where your lower bodies are messily rutting against one another, settling your palm over his hardness. “Feel that, baby,” he groans, breath hitching when you squeeze at his length, “That’s how bad I need you. How much I miss your pretty face when you fall apart for me.”

#spicy spidey #for liz my deer heart #Thank you for everything ever #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter x you #tasm!spiderman x reader #tasm!spiderman x you #tasm!peter smut #peter parker x reader

[ashersmut]

What a spicy photo to wake up to.

Full uncensored set available on Patreon.

#peter parker #spiderverse #spidey #spiderman #spicy content #smut #spider-man #goodboidoodles #mcu #marvel #Tom Holland #ashersmut

[its-paperd]

also can i say something

the more i watch miguel o' hara and the more i compare him to error..... the more similarities i saw with those two and that made me scared for a moment

the strings?? the fact he calls some people anomalies?? and there's this one scene where he talks about his backstory and that made me being reminded of error stumbling into that au with ghost toriel....

I'M JUST SAYING, MIGUEL IS ERROR BUT LESS OF A HOBO, I MEAN—

#✨paper'd what #across the spiderverse #spiderverse #miguel o'hara #error sans #and can i say something? i get that he's hot (coughs coughs) #BUT CAN YALL LIKE. CALM DOWN A BIT I JUST WANNA SEE SOME SILLAY SPIDEYS #NOT BEING BOMBARDED WITH SPICY STUFF LIKE DUDE #anyways he's hot #who. said that.

[mvnces]

I am making it canon that flash gets a spider-man themed tattoo and, most likely, it being on his inner arm over a scar . probably . <3

#( * / out of character ; personal. ) #( * / headcanon ; f. thompson. ) #my original idea was the tattoo being on his chest #but there's something so spicy about him covering a scar #(that was probably from his dad) with a spiderman tattoo ... #because . ya know . spidey's his hero & gives him strength <3 #this also brings up the idea of when flash finds out that peter is spidey ?? dealing with that knowledge

[spideyoku]

I want to grab the MCU by the throat and watch it attempt to escape while it slowly suffocates between my fingers

#i hate that they gave spidey stark tech i hate that they gave him allies immediately i hate that they made him. fuckin. #begging at the avengers' shoes even though he's supposed to be a loner i HATE THE SUIT STARK GIVES HIM I HATE THAT HE KEEPS IT #the mcu is INCAPABLE of doing anything right with characters. anything #this is not spider-man this is a lapdog proudly knocking over furniture in a depserate attempt for acknoledgement #SPIDEY IS SUPPOSED TO BE NEW YORK'S FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD SUPERHERO. you got the friendly part down. kind of. now let's see the neighborhood #they sent him in the middle of intergalactic conflict. this is not teenage spidey's shit. #he doesnt usually follow iron man around like a leech #spidey #i have known spidey for the spicy amount of two whole months since the seven decades or so he's existed #but god i feel an irrepressible rage towards the MCU (which i already hated before i even started liking marvel) #(guess what ! the mcu made me think i hated marvel for a good while ! wHAT AN AMAZING FUCKING COMPANY) #its the black and white thinking talking maybe. maybe im prejudiced. who knows. no shame to mcu likers i just. sldhzkhdmabslsbKAVDKVDLSBAMWB #(bangs head on table several times) #this post was brought to you by the world's angriest toddler with a hyperfixation and a solid 'im right youre wrong' mentality

[kitcat992]

Sometimes I randomly think about how, despite how many Spider-Man movies there's been, both Sony AND the MCU failed to build and create their own Sinister Six and finally just said "fuck it, we'll take all the old villains who died in the other movies and make them alive again and we'll go from there."

Like....my boy Spider-Man has been through the ringer with these studio's and THAT'S how they treated his greatest bad guy group? They basically plucked them all from the dumpster and said "just eat this shit up fans, we know you'll swallow our load no matter how bad it tastes."

Just more disgrace from the MCU 🙄

#anti mcu #seriously though #as awesome as it was seeing all those old villains in NWH it was still a disservice to the sinister six #they kept fucking up Spider-Man movie after movie and still do to this day #I dunno who I hate more Sony or the MCU #Both are shit handling my boy #for the record I only enjoyed the Spidey-trio parts of NWH and truly believe the rest is a stain on the MCU Spidey legacy #which went to shit after Endgame anyhow but I mourn what we could've gotten with Homecoming #fuck you fegie I'm feeling MCU spicy today #anti mcu x3 #anti endgame #Spider-man deserves better #Spider-man

[waterme-stories]

Unforgettable You, pt. 8

Tumblr decided this chapter was too spicy, but you can read it on Ao3! Mind the tags as always <3

Part 7 || Part 9

#this is my penance for writing Holland Spidey I guess #it's not even that spicy #block don't report #no way home #no way home fix it #agepl4y may 2022 #no way home spoilers #age pl4y #spideypool #spideypool fanfiction #wade wilson #peter parker #deadpool #spider man #agepl4y may works #apm: unforgettable #my work #agepl4y may

[randomfoggytiger]

Nine people I’d like to get to know better

Thanks for the tag, @television-overload~!

Last Song: Walk Outside (theme? for Milo and Otis)

Favorite Color: Red! (Just switched my seasonal palette from True Winter to True Summer-- blew my mind-- and now I'm falling in love with greyer pinks, purples, and taupes.)

Currently Watching: Frasier!

Spicy/Savory/Sweet: Sweet. All day, every day. Sometimes I eat it with savory-- depends on the food, depends on the day.

Relationship Status: Single and not looking yet~

Current Obsession: X-Files always-- it's ability to burrow deep into my brain is unparalleled.

Tagging: @baronessblixen, @welsharcher, @agent-troi, @suitablyaggrieved, @amplifyme, @cecilysass, @spidey-is-tired, @two-microscopes~

#tagged #Nine people I'd like to get to know better #love to tag more #but gotta stick to the rules #(for once) #mutuals

[liz-allyn]

I should be asleep rn but I have peter parker stalker dubcon thots™️ who wants them?

not me thinking about peter being your neighbor who has a crush on you and can hear your struggles getting off through very thin walls and eventually decides to sneak into your room when you’re asleep and do something about it.

DEFINITELY not me thinking about waking up on your stomach with your hands webbed to your headboard and the inability to turn around/roll over and see your intruder.

#spicy spidey #spidey smut #peter parker imagines #somebody write this

[spidervee]

Requests I see? If you’re still taking them, how about possessive!TASM Peter, maybe a little spicy too👀

hey sweets! this may have been a little bit of a different kind of possessiveness from what you had in mind, but I hope you like it nonetheless 🌻 18+ only; fem!reader, a little bit of violence and some filthy preamble to what might become hate-sex

Peter can’t turn on the television without seeing you. He can’t walk down the street without your face staring at him from every newspaper stand—well, not your face, exactly. The mask that you wear does its job in obscuring your features, but in the few selfies you’ve stopped to pose for with new and undoubtedly adoring fans, he can always just see the hint of your upturned lips, a smirk, he imagines, taunting him beneath the deep scarlet of the stitched fabric.

He hates you. True, he’s never met you and it was perhaps a bit unfair to someone who was admittedly quite good at catching criminals, but he still hates you. Because who were you to show up in New York, unannounced, and draw every fucking news outlet in the city to make comparisons between you and Spider-Man—and where was Spider-Man these days, they ask as your photo dazzles on his small tv screen.

Getting older, Peter thinks grimly, determined not to punch another hole in the wall beside the tv stand. And dealing with his shitty back and hesitant to go out vigilante-ing lest he kill another petty thief, let that darkness that sat beneath his ribs come running out.

But it’s watching you live on the news that does it for him. Because as much as he hates you, the sight of you being thrown into a cement wall with back-breaking force still makes his throat go tight. And when you emerge from the dust and rubble, on shaky legs but still standing, Peter can’t help but feel relief, even as he pulls his Spidey suit from the back of his closet and allows it to cling onto him like a second skin all over again.

When it’s all said and done—when the news crews have cleared and the crowds have gone home and it’s just you and Spider-Man in a dank subway tunnel, mask staring at mask in an expressionless impasse—Peter fights through the ache in his muscles and pushes you up against the wall, cold stone beneath his gloved hand where he presses a palm up beside your head.

“Whatever this little game is,” he growls, “It ends tonight. This is my city. My people. My streets. My problem.”

He expects you to falter. To buckle. To cede your heroism and disappear.

He does not expect you to scoff beneath that mask of yours and tell him to go fuck himself.

His hand slides from the wall to your throat and he can’t possibly miss the way your breath hitches when he presses himself closer against your body, no room for air between you. He wants you to feel his strength, to be aware of the bulge of his muscles and what they could do to you. Mostly, he just wants to scare you a little.

“I knew you were fucked up,” you spit, and the venom in your voice makes him falter just a little before his fingers tighten around your neck in warning. He feels your heartbeat quicken and feels his own blood start to head south and wants to break something, but the only thing in front of him is you.

“Everyone hiding behind one of these is a little fucked up,” Peter mutters, his free hand skating up the side of your body and toying with the seam where your mask meets the high neck of your spandex suit. He hesitates for a moment as he begins to tug at the mask, expecting you to stop him, but you don’t, and he rolls it up and over your chin to expose your mouth to him. And what a pretty little mouth it is, even as you cheekily try to nip at his fingers.

“Don’t be a brat,” he warns, voice dark, back straightening when you give a soft laugh, the sound of sunshine in the darkness of this abysmal place.

“Or what?” Your voice is defiant, lips turned up into that smirk Peter knew was hiding there, though he can hardly see it, even with his heightened senses. “What’re gonna do to me, Spider-Man?” The second syllable of his name comes out in a mocking lilt and Peter can’t help himself—has to make you shut up somehow—and shoves two gloved fingers into your mouth, enjoying the way you gag around them briefly before he feels you start to suck.

#tasm!spiderman x reader #tasm!spiderman x you #tasm!spiderman smut #tasm!peter smut #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter x you #spicy spidey #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker imagine #peter parker blurb

[happeehippie]

instagram j.b.

summary: follow along with joe and his fiance evie as they go through his football career.

*face claim is Yasmin Quintana*

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joeyb_9: my spidey sense is starting to tingle a bit

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user: loser go bills

user: daddy burrow

user: how is ev?

> user: no one cares

user: JOE BRRRRR

evie: ok sexy.

> joeyb_9: 😉

> user: are you going to call off the engagement joe

user: bring some ice home this season

lahjay10_: 🤫🤫

user: slay

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user: noooo not the username change

> evie: am i.. rebranding?

user: slayyy

millyg: i’m sorry, are those leather pants? in a casual setting? spicy..

> evie: 👀

user: why you no breezy anymore?

user: gorgeous, i hope you’re doing well!

> evie: i’m wonderful. 💗

user: i’m obsessed with you and joe! you’re my favorite couple.

> evie: thanks for the love.

user: LFG GO BENGALS

> evie: always!

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user: you are my american dream

user: i’d prepare for you whenever

user: a man? for me?

user: hit me in my dm’s when you drop your gf

> millyg: the disrespect is astounding. he doesn’t know you sis. sorry.

user: kirk cousins except with swag

evie: your tan skin! your sweet smile! so good to me, SO RIGHT!!!

> joeyb_9: i’ll hold you in my arms EVERY september night.

> user: STOP IT RIGHT NOW

user: ev and joe using taylor references, they are IT

user: i think i threw up a little

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user: sending all my love

joeyb_9: i am an avacado toast hater.

> evie: at least you have good taste in women. 😉

user: it still blows my mind that ur casually dating joey b

> evie: so lucky to be loved by my jb.

user: jealous

lahjay10_: nah you fr leave me out this?

> evie: we are in a private relationship.

user: turn comments back on

user: how does it feel to live my dream?

> evie: it feels like.. well.. a dream.

user: i’m ready for ev in her WAG era

evie

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evie: pov joey is behind the camera

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user: i’m obsessed with ur love

millyg: you are sunshine in human form

> evie: i’ll cry rn.

user: are you kidding!!! the cutest?

user: a model

joeyb_9: pretty gal i love you

> evie: 💗💗💗

user: i’m sorry people are so mean ev, we love you.

> evie: yall make my heart smile. ☺️

joeyb_9

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joeyb_9: ⏲️

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user: times up evie it’s my turn

user: ur the finest man alive joe

user: SHIESTYYYY

user: can we hang out

user: baby goat

evie: you are HIM baby

> user: dude is trash and you’re a loser for dating him

> user: everytime you call him baby i want to die

> user: you are cringe. disgusting. he deserves so much better

user: time to grind, hope you’re ready!

evie

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evie: some of my thoughts: from the moment joe got drafted i always knew there was a chance people would react negatively to me, but i never wanted that fear to hinder who i am. i am a kind person, i am a supportive person, i love football, i love joe, i love sharing my life with people who enjoy me. i don’t want any of those things to change. so to those who choose to be unkind behind screens and anonymity, i encourage you take a moment and reflect. to make your heart the most beautiful thing about you, and simply let everything you do be lead with love.

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user: you are so beautiful and such a light

user: attention seeking

> joeyb_9: apparently you didn’t read the caption well enough.

> user: not joe in the comments 😳

user: yup this is our QUEEN 🥰🥰

joeyb_9: you deserve all the love and kindness this world has to offer. i’m so proud of you and the person that you are. i love you ev.

> evie: i love you with my whole entire heart jb. 🤍

user: i love this, you are such an inspiration to all of us.

millyg: the most beautiful heart and soul of anyone i know, the true light in the darkness. thanks for being you ev.

user: queen ev 👑👑👑

#nfl #nfl imagine #bengals #cincinnati bengals #joe burrow #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow insta au #joe burrow instagram

[stars-before-sunrise]

(HCs) Their reactions to seeing you wearing their shirts

joel miller, miguel o'hara, marc spector, peter quill

reader is: female

warning: spicy?

a/n: I know, it's been done probably million times. But I can't stop imagining it 😩

Joel Miller

It has to be one of his flannel shirts. He'd be chopping some firewood in his backyard when you'd come out wearing his flannel shirt and just a pair of underwear. It did not go unnoticed by him. "Sweetheart, what are you doing?" He tried not to look at you, who's sitting on a lawn chair with your legs up on the back porch railing. He- hell, anyone walking by could very well see up your legs. "Hm? Nothing. Just enjoying the afternoon." You feigned innocence. Joel sighed and dropped his axe on the stump. Without saying another word, he picks you up over his shoulder and carried you back inside. "You like teasin' me?" He hummed, "I'll show you some teasin'."

Miguel O'Hara

It's a hoodie that he sometimes would wear over his spidey suit when it's cold. Miguel couldn't exactly get cold, but he knew he looked good in that hoodie. But you know who also looked good in it? You. So sometimes, when Miguel isn't wearing his hoodie, you'd snatch it and wear it yourself. "It's cold and I didn't bring a jacket." Miguel solved that problem by bringing your jacket to the HQ, but you'd still be wearing his hoodie. Leaving him to stay warm by draping your smaller jacket on his wide shoulders. He looked kinda cute. You did feel bad a few times, so you'd wear your own, but Miguel would just take your jacket off and put his hoodie on you. "It smells like you after a while. Give it back to me then."

Marc Spector

You were in the gym, wearing one of Marc's shirts with your shorts. His shirt was quite loose on you and it was even longer than your shorts. You tucked in the shirt under your sports bra to make it look better. "Whoa, whoa, babe." Marc stopped you from squatting down and picking up the weights. "Uh, mind if I spot you?" He was acting weird, but you agreed. As you squatted down, Marc went with you, glaring at any other men who dared to even glance your way. Once you were done with your set, you turned to look at Marc and smirked. "You might wanna adjust your shorts there, babe." "..fuck."

Peter Quill

Peter looked for his Nirvana shirt everywhere. It was one of his favorites, and then he found you in your kitchen, dancing to Smells Like Teen Spirit while making waffles. Without you noticing, Peter had gone down on his knees and silently crept up to you. Imagine your shock when he suddenly hugged your knees and left kisses on your naked thigh. "Peter??" He just hummed in response, still kissing and leaving soft bites on your thighs. He then moved up, and paused. "No underwear?" "Well not after you completely destroyed it last night." He smirked. "Oh yeah, I forgot about that." He grazed his hands over your ass, leaving a nice smack before inching closer to your core. "Maybe I need a little reminder."

#peter quill x reader #peter quill x you #peter quill #star lord #starlord x reader #joel miller x reader #marc spector x reader #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara x you #joel miller #tlou #marc spector x you #moon knight #joel miller headcanon #marc spector headcanon #moon knight headcanon #miguel o'hara headcanon #miguel ohara headcanon #peter quill headcanon #starlord headcanon #star lord x reader #female reader

[certainlynotasimp]

Updated Upcoming Fanfics

Hello, my lovely simps~✨ I’m just going ahead and listing off the upcoming one-shots and head-canons that will be coming out within the next couple of days to feed y’all’s and mine Miguel O’ Hara addiction.

Until I get through a good chuck of these: Request will be closed until further notice.

If you wanna check out what I already written and catch up on my current series then feel free to check out my Masterlist~✨

The Adventures of Miggy and Sunny Series (Miguel O’ Hara x Sunshine! SpiderWoman! Reader

Requested: How did Miggy and Sunny meet? ((I plan to make this one a two parter🤭))

Requested: Jealous Miguel ((This idea was so good you guys requested it twice🥰))

Requested: Miggy walks in on Sunny singing and dancing✅

Requested: Sunny, Miles, and Gwen go on an adventure and Miguel didn’t know about it. ((We love angry protective men in this household 🤤))

Requested: The Spidey gang notices that Miguel likes to leave hickeys all over Sunny, and they rip on Miggy about it.✅

Requested: How Miguel if Sunny died…((🫢 We love drama in this house))

Requested: Miggy and Sunny having their own love bug on the way. ((Requested by the same person who asked about Sunny’s death and I’m gonna make its own post 😭)) ✅

Requested: Sunny’s reaction to what Miguel does to Miles. ((I still haven’t seen the movie so I’m gonna have to put a pin in yours, but I will do it.))

Requested: Miguel’s reaction when Sunny is injured

Requested: Miggy shushing at everyone because Sunny fell asleep at his desk. ((😭🥹))

Requested: Sunny standing her ground protecting her friend and Miguel is proud of her. ((My love for being praised is being fed with this one🤭🤭))

Requested: Sunny’s sick day. ((Maybe a bowl of that sexy Papi will cure her? Just kidding…unless))

Requested: A view into the domestic life of Miguel and his love. ((🥰))

Requested: Tio Miguel and Tia Sunny babysit Mayday for the day, even if Miggy didn’t want to. ((Anything with Mayday is accepted here😭🥰🥹))

Requested: Miguel trying to get the attention of his Sunhine, but she keeps getting distracted. ((This one.🥵 is gonna be a little spicy. Not too much because Miguel is already bringing a lot 😏))

Requested: Miggy and Sunny have a shopping day and Miguel isn’t afraid of letting his sol get whatever she wants. ((Sugar daddy moment for spider Papi 🥹🥰))

Requested: Sunny is trying to recover from an injury in Miguel’s apartment and a villain decides to break in. ((👁️👄👁️ <<his face lol))

Requested: A new spider ambushes our favorite couple because she needs help getting back home. Miggy and Sunny soon find out that this spider is actually their child from a different dimension. ((This one right here is prime for some fluff, angst, and maybe Miggy changing his mind about having some babies 👀👀))✅

Requested: On her low days, Sunny just needs a moment of silence even as the world is caving in. ((😭😭))

Sunny lore posts ((because why not?))

General Miguel O’ Hara x Reader

Requested: Miguel with an s/o who gets flustered easily. ((This mf is gonna ruin you all🤭😭🥵))

Requested: Miguel with a Black Cat! S/O oneshot. ((I think I know who the anon is who requested this and I promise bestie I will deliver!!))✅

Requested: Miguel and Reader in a Friends w/ Benefits relationship. ((I’m kinda nervous about this because this will be my first smutty post👉🏻👈🏻))

Surprise post! ((This is a special fanfic I’m writing so y’all get ready.))

Requested: Spiderperson! Reader has to perform a canon event that involves them kissing someone in the iconic spiderman kiss, but they are in a relationship with Miguel ((The drama! 😫 and another Jealous Miguel fanfic?😫🤭))✅

Miguel in a complicated relationship with a Cat Burglar/Black Cat Variant! Reader.

Requested: Headcanon for Miguel with a human reader.✅

#miguel o’hara x reader #spiderman #spiderman 2099 #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman into the spiderverse #miguel ohara #miguel o’hara #across the spiderverse #fanfic #spiderman fandom #spiderman x reader #spiderman atsv #spiderman fanfiction #spiderman 2099 smut

[thiccowlladylife]

Oh shit, Mammon episode dropped! Time for some spicy thoughts!

Good:

-Mammon's design is... Okay? Not exactly the best design of a fat person, but I like that he's not red (he even goes through different clothes like a real person, holy shit!), and this is probably the only character where the chaotic details work well for his whole clown-theme

-it handles issues of stalkers and exploitation in entertainment with a modicum of respect (not that it does it well, exactly, but it's an effort, which is more than the show's done for other touchy issues)

-A decent-ish relationship conflict between Ozzie and Fizz? Still blowing Moxxie and Millie outta the water right now

-SIGN-LANGUAGE IMP KID (all things considered, the show is handling physical disabilities surprisingly well!)

-Not Fizz being relatable with his anxieties and sense of impostor syndrome (I'm pretty sure someone else wrote this episode because Viv has never handled topics like this well on her own)

-Spider Mammon? Spooder? SPIDEY??? Noice.

-Awesome Fish-Twin designs; they're nice one-off villains

-Better musical numbers in this episode than the last few ones combined

Bad:

-whyisheaustralianWHYISHEAUSTRALIANWHYISHEAUSTRALIAN (I do not care for his voice; it is the shittiest most stereotypically bad accent I've ever seen)

-I'm seeing some more toxic, possessive traits of Ozzie coming out (looks like no relationship in this show can actually have conflict without being exploitative)

-Mammon has a low-key spider motif going on? So, he's fat, a bug, and overindulges in everything (food included) to the max...? Why does he seem like a better Beelzebub/depiction of Gluttony than Queen Bee/the show's actual depiction of Gluttony?

-Blitzø feels extremely shoe-horned into this episode... Also, he's not one to talk to Fizz about how Mammon talks to him, considering his whole... Thing with Stolas

-speaking of Stolas, I know the whole Ozzie revealing his love publicly (as sweet as it was) is totally gonna springboard more Stolitz shit in later episodes...

On an unrelated note, apparently Wally Wackford ain't Mammon like I theorized... My next best guess is that he's Satan's imp-sona. Not that I care enough to keep watching!

That being said... I'm done. Not exactly a highlight to end the show on, but it certainly ain't a complete shit show like the rest of the season has been. But I ain't watching anymore. I'll keep an ear out for info on later episode drops, but it's hard to be a fan, even critically, when the quality is this bad, and the only positive side of the fandom shreds apart anyone who critiques it.

If anyone needs me, I'll be playing with my OCs and AUs like dolls on here, and waiting for Hazbin to drop next year!

See ya later! Byee!

#helluva boss #helluva critical #helluva boss critical #helluva boss criticism #helluva criticism #helluva critique #helluva boss critique #vivziepop critical #spindlehorse critical

[lina-lovebug]

USM characters dating a villains daughter

- you were recruited into SHIELD based on your merits and smarts

- also including the fact that your dad was a villainous genius and wanted you farrrr away from all that mess

- you helped the team every now and then concerning tech stuff or hacking, and Spidey developed a crush on you

- you found him cute, having seen his face a few separate times, but knew that once he found out that your dad has made multiple attempts to clone his DNA and/or kill him then that crush would die

- it was a small accident from one of the other agents, but one that made you avoid Spidey for WEEKS

- "Oh hey Miss. Octavius" "Oh hey-"

- normally you'd let that slide but not when you were having lunch with Spiderman

- "Octavius? Like-?" "Wow, I'm late for a meeting. Bye!"

- it sucked too because you used to have a great relationship with your dad but his change and obsession over Spiderman drove you two apart

- you missed your dad

- each time you walked past the team training or happened to be in the same room as Spidey, you'd avoid him like the plague

- you would have kept doing that but suddenly found your hand webbed to your desk

- "You're avoiding me" "who said that?"

- after a long conversation that you weren't a spy or a weird creepy person trying to clone him, he let out a sigh of relief

- "And here I thought my crush on you was ruined" "yeah same here. . ."

- the team teased you both about that for the next month

- it's not everyday that you find out your dad is a terrorist

- okay not exactly a terrorist but one of the most dangerous men in the entire world to the point where they locked him in a prison without any metal

- yup, your father is Magneto

- it was fresh into your relationship with Danny when you found out. Your mom died when you were a baby, and you were adopted by an Agent of SHIELD

- it began to explain so much - your powers always have been strong, even for a mutant. You excelled in your strength and control, except for the few moments where anger woukd get the better of you

- you were scared to tell him. You had been dating for barely a month now, what if he got scared? Magneto brings fear to his name for a reason

- but you didn't have to tell him because Magneto had already found you. It's a strange thing to feel your child through your shared gene of controlling metal

- "(Y/N), I know I was never present before, but I never knew that you-" "Love, what's he talking about?"

- Magneto raised his brow at the green clad boy beside you and you rightfully began to p a n i c

- "I'm her father, and you are?"

- Danny is like 👁👄👁

- "You're not my dad. My dad is Agent (L/N), and as far as I'm concerned, the only person who knows me."

- and still, Danny is just 👁👄👁

- also okay my girlfriend didn't know that her dad is one of the few people I'm scared of

- After the initial blow up, you refused to talk to him. Erik Lensherr wanted to get to know you - to know the little girl he never knew he had even though this motherfucker has kids EVERYWHERE

- it was Danny who encouraged you to know him. You didn't have to force yourself to call him dad but you could atleast try to see if he's worth knowing?

- "How long have you been dating that boy?" "Oh, uh, a month now." "Hmm. . .he says strange things but I like him"

- He never saw it coming but Danny is the number one favorite of your adopted and biological dad. Yippee

- "When do I get to meet your dad, babe?"

"Uh. . .how do you feel about never? Also he's in prison, so not exactly the best meet up scenario."

- Luke knew you had a complicated relationship with your dad but never knew exactly how complicated

- first few years of your life, you were always on the road with him. You never thought much of the constant moving and new motel rooms every week - it was just a roadtrip

- until that roadtrip ended with your dad in custody and you cowering in the bathtub with claws and trying to act like a very scary person

- you looked like a spicy cat

- Luke was still curious though and since you weren't giving him much, he decided to sneak into the SHIELD database

- Sabretooth a.k.a Victor Creed who is sadistic and violent, and used to bring you on "roadtrips" which could have very easily ended up with you being killed

- also making Wolverine your uncle who didn't visit much himself

- "ooohh that's why she accidentally called Fury dad that one time"

- daddy issues to another level

- anyway

- Luke respected your decision not to see nor talk about your dad, now knowing that he never really cared about you

- it also made him realize why you were so avoidant when you first joined the team #likefatherlikedaughter

- but you were nothing like Sabretooth thank fucking christ and loved Luke, so he planned a dinner for you to meet his family

- and if you're wondering, yes, Victor found out you were dating whilst in custody and ended up destroying his prison cell

- oh yeah, Sam already knew

- you mean to tell me that a girl with green magical powers, a golden headpiece with horns AND who calls Thor "Uncle" is Lokis' Daughter?

- :0

- you weren't exactly subtle when it came to the few times the team and Loki butted heads

- "Dad, stop fighting my friends!" "They started it!"

- Meanwhile Sam over here like "Wow my crush is an actual Goddess"

- being half Frost Giant and half Asgardian came with perks, and one of those being that your body temp was always cold so Sam CLUNG to you during the hot summer days

- you and Sam were on the roof of the Hellicarrier when you confessed your feelings and out of excitement, Sam grabbed your face and kissed you

- spoiler alert: Loki also decided it was a perfect time to visit you

- so imagine your dad's surprise when he portals to Midgard to see his daughter and sees some mortal sucking her face off

- it was a very eventful and frightening evening for everyone, to say the least

- "Dad, I'm sixteen. I'm allowed to date" "that's like a fetus in Asgard. Come back to me when you're 500 and perhaps you can date"

- you dated anyway

- Sam didn't care that Loki is your dad, insisting he also wasn't afraid this bitch is terrified

- despite your differences, you do love your dad and he loves you, so you don't understand his hatred for Sam

- that was until Thor dropped the bomb

- as an Asgardian, you're immortal and Sam will eventually die. So Loki is terrified that one day you'll lose Sam and be left with nothing

- cue the mental breakdown

- "You did WHAT?!" "you weren't giving her answers, brother." "No but you've given her a crisis!"

- It was something Sam thought about from time to time but seeing you so heartbroken about it made him sad, and it kept you both distant

- Loki forced himself to talk to you, telling you to enjoy your time with Sam and if you wanted to one day - you could give up your immortality, if that's what you wanted

- after a long and much needed discussion, you came to Sam with the information. He felt bad that you'd have to surrender all that you were just to be with him, but you said:

"I'll still be who I am; I'll be the annoying magic girl who saved your ass"

- with a bonus of Loki admitting that Sam wasn't that bad he adored you two

- so like

- your dad is kinda fucked

- you just so happened to be the one who was somewhat sane

- you happened whilst your parents were casually dating, and while any other kid might want their parents to stay together, you were more than happy that your mom left

- your dad is Victor Von Doom and your mom? Hot asf Susan Storm

- Reed and Susan raised you away from him, and you inherited your own abilities from when Susan was caught in the storm in space

- you met Ava when the Fantastic Four visited SHIELD for some meeting, being the teenager dragging along because you've always admired your mom and dad's work

- Fury was eyeing you for your brains, considering bringing the matter up to Invincible Woman and Mr. Fantastic first

- after some debate, you were in and met White Tiger first and once she took off her mask, you were like "damn"

- "what?" "I-I mean, damn it's nice to be apart of the team"

- you both got along great, and she admired how smart you were and capable

- she asked you out and it had been a great few months, but you did receive a yell from Fury after he caught you two in the main tech area

- you weren't hiding it necessarily but it did shock her that you never told her, I mean, dudes number one for a reason

- "your dad is Doom?!" "Hes not my dad, he's my sperm donor - there's a difference"

- never in a million years did you consider Doom your dad. Reed raised you, and he called you his daughter from the moment you entered his life, so no - Victor Von Doom was not your dad

- she knew she touched a nerve, almost sounding accusatory, and apologized

- but she had no reason to, you reassured her, before giving her a kiss and asking if she wanted to come over for dinner to meet them

- she said yes :)

#usm x reader #ultimate spiderman #ultimate spiderman x reader #iron fist x reader #spiderman x reader #nova marvel