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[sincericida]

In 2021, there was a war behind this image.

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[dyns33]

The Scar

Another Miguel O Hara x female reader, with suspense !

Miguel had been acting weird for several weeks.

Ever since he had returned early from his seminar. In the middle of the night, he'd slipped into bed and kissed her like he hadn't seen her in forever.

It didn't bother Y/N. It had been a while since Miguel really touched her, according to him too tired from his work.

He had apologized that night, saying that he missed her, that he had asked to change his hours to spend more time with her, before repeating again and again that he loved her.

It was adorable, but it was also a bit weird.

There was something different about him, and Y/N couldn't figure out what.

The idea that he was cheating on her came quickly. Miguel was acting like a man who clearly had something to be ashamed of. Something bad.

Of course, all women would have been delighted to have their husbands look at them as he looked at her now. That their husbands come home early to cook dinner, give them a massage, listen to how their day went, kiss them passionately while whispering words of love in Spanish.

But it was really not in Miguel's habits.

Even at the start of their relationship, he had never really been romantic. Y/N remembered him telling her that it made sense for them to be together when they graduated, since they were both brilliant.

She liked to believe that he had loved her, at one point, then the routine had set in, and they had stayed together because it was easier.

All these gifts and kisses, it was really not normal.

It didn't take Y/N long to suspect that Miguel was having an affair with his colleague, Doctor Daniels. They had worked on a lot of projects, he talked about her often, and they went on business trips together.

She was beautiful, young and intelligent. Y/N didn't stand a chance against her.

Despite his promise to be here more often, there were always late nights when he came home. She imagined quickly that he was not always in the office, which she checked very quickly.

One evening, she woke up while he was getting dressed. He seemed embarrassed to see her in the hallway.

"Mi amor. Did I wake you up ? Forgive me, there was a problem in the office, a toxin leak, I have to go."

He kissed her so tenderly that Y/N wanted to cry watching him close the door.

A phone call to Alchemax was enough to know that there was no problem, and that nobody had called Miguel. Quickly checking, many of the dates and times were inconsistent with his schedule.

After pain and sorrow came anger. Knowing her husband well, Y/N knew there was no reason to stay and try to talk to him. So she took her things and went to stay in a hotel for the night.

She still wasn't asleep when someone knocked the next morning, and it was a surprise to see Miguel. Not only did he have no way of knowing where she was, she hadn't even thought he would be looking for her.

Visibly distraught, he took her in his arms as soon as she opened the door.

"Y/N ! Are you okay ? I came home and you were gone ! I was so scared, I thought… Why are you here ? Was there a problem Someone came to the house ? You…"

"There was no toxin leak."

"… What ?"

"There was no toxin leak in your office. Miguel, I know you're lying to me. I know you… I know you're cheating on me."

"What ?" he repeated again, looking as much annoyed as hurt. "No. Never ! I would never cheat on you, I love you ! I only love you."

"Please… I'm not stupid. You tell me you're going to work, and your office tells me you're not there. So where are you, uh ? What are you doing ? It's Why you've been so nice lately, so I don't get suspicious ? Because you're remorseful ? Because you're…"

"I'm Spiderman."

Y/N had heard of Spiderman, like everyone in Nueva York. A hero who could walk on the ceiling, and who fought crime.

Her first reaction was to laugh, then Miguel squirted a web from his handle that stuck a lamp to the wall and she agreed to listen.

He promised her that he had never cheated on her. He loved her more than anything, he would die for her, and he would never hurt her. The nights he was out and not working, he was saving lives. He hadn't told her, because he didn't want to worry her, or for her to take him for a monster.

"Okay, it's a bit special that you can pull stuff out of your arms and swing from building to building, but it's nothing monstrous."

"Actually… My DNA was altered on multiple levels, resulting in multiple physical changes."

"Is that why you look taller and more muscular ?"

"No. Yes ! I mean, a bit, but I'm not talking about that. It's… My teeth. My eyes, my hands, my legs…"

"I don't see anything weird with your eyes or your hands."

Since the beginning of their conversation, Miguel seemed really uncomfortable, but this moment was really the most complicated for him. His eyes were filled with fear as they turned red, he showed Y/N his sharp canines, and his fingernails turned into claws.

"…Wow. You look like a big cat."

"Amor, I don't look like a big cat." mumbled Miguel, blushing, lunging at her to tickle her when she tried to scratch his ear.

It could have ended there. Y/N would give everything for things to end there, because it was a very good explanation, Miguel loved her, he had promised her that there would be no more lies, and everything was fine.

A party organized by Alchemax and several glasses of champagne changed that, when Doctor Daniels approached with a strange smile, while Miguel had gone to the toilet.

"You and your husband look very happy."

"We are, thank you."

"Yeah. He didn't say that. We were happy too, you know ? The best years of my life. A real beast in bed, caliente. Then one day, nothing. He dumped me like trash. I guess he's found someone better. I thought it was nice to let you know."

"Mi amor ?"

Miguel watched her run away, not glancing at Doctor Daniels. He followed her easily, catching up with her in an alley and hugging her to calm her down, leaving her to hit him sobbing and screaming.

He hadn't heard what Doctor Daniels had said to put her in such a state, and when she repeated it to him, he seemed to go mad with rage. Because his honor was touched, but also because he couldn't bear to see Y/N cry.

"I'm going to kill her ! I've never had an affair with this woman, ever ! She's lying, she's crazy !"

"Don't lie to me." Y/N cried, still clinging to him.

"I swear to you, mi amor. Never. Not with her, not with anyone else."

In the following days, there were several elements that indicated that Miguel was telling the truth. First, there was no message exchanged between him and Doctor Daniels, despite the incessant assertions of the latter, who did not understand why she could not find them. No photo or video of them either.

At the office, no one thought they were more than co-workers who got along well. Miguel O Hara had the reputation of being a serious man, a little angry, selfish and focusing mainly on his research.

The only moment captured by Alchemax's surveillance cameras was when Doctor Daniels approached Miguel to ask him why they were no longer together, and if there was any chance they could see each other again.

Miguel remained cold, distant, politely asking her to leave him alone, repeating to her that there had never been anything between them, and that there never would be anything, because he only loved his wife.

This made Doctor Daniels laugh, who touched his arm, before trying to kiss him.

Jumping up from his chair, Miguel looked at her in disgust, forbidding her to approach him.

The incident trickled down to the bosses, which brought all the previous research and proved that Dr. Daniels had a little problem with her obsession with her colleague, who was not at all interested. She was fired.

This did not please her at all, and since she could not get her lover back, and had lost her job, Doctor Daniels insisted on destroying the married couple.

She called Y/N, texted her, followed her to work and home, telling her over and over that she'd shared Miguel's bed for years.

Maybe he never really liked her, because this guy was obviously not able to love anyone but himself, and he was too afraid for his reputation to admit it, but it was the truth.

"I can prove it !" cried Dr. Daniels hysterically, banging on Y/N's car window. "I know what he likes to eat ! I've driven his car before ! He told me about his brother."

"That's not evidence. Please leave me." Y/N begged her as she tried to start.

"He's got a scar on his back ! How do I know that, huh ? Miguel hates bathing, he doesn't undress in public, it's tiny because it was just a little fall from a horse when he was a kid. How do I know that ?!"

Y/N felt her heart race, as she tried to breathe normally, because indeed, Miguel had a scar, and hardly anyone knew about it. It was in the middle of his back, you could feel it by running your hand over his skin.

She then thought of two things.

Dr. Daniels wasn't lying.

And since his early return from his seminar and his change in behavior, she had passed her hand several times on her husband's back, without feeling this tiny scar.

In the middle of Miguel's back, there was nothing. Nothing at all.

Repeating this to herself, Y/N invited Dr. Daniels to come with her to the house, where Miguel was cooking dinner.

He was surprised to see them, and even more surprised when she calmly asked him to take off his shirt and show his back, while Daniels was screaming hysterically, ordering him to show them his scar and then confess.

He didn't look at the doctor once, his eyes fixed on Y/N, who was only looking at him as well. In his eyes, she could see that he understood why, why Daniels was asking this, but more importantly why Y/N was asking this. He knew that she knew.

Without saying anything, he obeyed and turned around. Dr. Daniels then stopped screaming, freezing.

The back was perfect, tall, muscular. In addition to the noticeable lack of a scar, Y/N noted that he was much taller and more muscular than before, before all of this.

"Well…" Miguel muttered as he got dressed. "Happy ? Excuse me, but I'm only showing the rest to my wife. If you could leave us now."

"I… I don't understand. You had a scar."

"I never had a scar. I never had a relationship with you."

"It's not… You… I think I need to sleep. Excuse me." stammered Doctor Daniels before quickly leaving, leaving them alone.

They stayed like that for a long time, face to face in the kitchen, neither moving nor speaking. Then Miguel sighed, visibly tired and sorry.

He hadn't lied. Not even once. He had simply omitted to say that he wasn't really Miguel, or at least not her Miguel, and that he wasn't the Spiderman of this universe, but of another.

He had seen an opportunity to be happy, after losing his Y/N, and now that her Miguel was gone. Her horrible Miguel, as he called him, who didn't see how lucky he was, who had never known how to treat her right, and who didn't deserve her.

"But I know." he whispered as he approached, shyly taking her hand. "I know I'm lucky to be with you. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, the only one. I can't live without you. I thought… Maybe you'd be happier without him, that it would be a relief to hear of his passing. But I also thought I could give you all the things he should have given you. I can leave if you want. I love you."

For several weeks, Y/N had been very happy, showered with love and kisses. She had been afraid of being cheated on, but that was no longer the case, not with this Miguel, who loved her.

So she forgot that there had always been a small scar on her husband's back, and she kissed him, telling him that she loved him too.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara imagine #miguel o'hara fanfiction #acros the spiderverse

[pinkhoodi]

music lovers !

✎ᝰ — music hcs on my fav spider folks <3

♡⃕ — 1610!miles morales, gwen stacy, hobie brown

♡⃕ — genre + warnings: fluff + no warnings

♡⃕ — a/n: thank you to @4kh + @cutenote for helping me outtt 🫶🏽

꒰ MILES MORALES ꒱

Ꮺ miles’ music taste would be a vast range of rnb, trap, hip hop, jazz, spanish, and any and everything connecting to his culture and he’s not picky with what to listen to tbh

Ꮺ I don’t believe miles has a favorite genre or set standard of what he listens to, it just genuinely depends on what his mood is or what he has on repeat at the moment. generally, it’s a song that he found from tiktok or a leaked song that he found on soundcloud. speaking of, miles has no shame using soundcloud as a streaming service

Ꮺ but miles does have a set genre for each part of his day or whatever activity he is doing. If he’s getting ready and on his way to school, some 90s rnb or 90s hip hop; when doing homework, he plays jazz music or some chill spanish music; during his drawing time, he’ll put on some chill trap music or try to find an album that connects with what he wants to draw

Ꮺ miles is very open-minded to his music taste so he’s not really one to say no to a specific genre. now there were definitely some albums he wasn’t a fan of, but he will explore the artist of that album. he usually gives artists another try, even if their recommended album wasn’t the…best

Ꮺ miles is definitely one to collect vinyls, especially old-school ones, he has them plastered around his room and some sitting in a bin. jeff gifted him a record player so the vinyls wouldn’t be collecting dust and so that they could both enjoy the music on jeff’s off days

Ꮺ miles has a playlist for like…everything, and I mean everything. he has a drawing playlist, a spiderman playlist, a playlist for gwen (don’t tell anyone), a playlist for when he’s overthinking, a playlist to change clothes, a playlist to brush his teeth, even playlists for his favorite tv shows. listen, this boy is very much so obsessed with music

Ꮺ he shares his love of music with his parents as well! I do believe rio is more open to his music suggestions than jeff. however, jeff can be more open to mile’s favorite artists, it will take him a while though. whenever it’s a quiet moment in the morales home, they let music play as the day goes

꒰ GWEN STACY ꒱

Ꮺ I do believe gwen is less open to music suggestions than miles is. like miles is very expressive with music while gwen isn’t

Ꮺ on a day-to-day basis, gwen plays 90s rock music or 2000s pop punk. she doesn’t really go by her emotions, but more like whatever song is stuck in her head at the moment

Ꮺ I believe that gwen was a major pop girl and was very in tune with the pop girls of her early ages, but later shifted into the punk/rock category. a couple of avril lavigne songs and that girl is screaming teen angst at 4 a.m

Ꮺ also gwen has a heavy liking for indie/alt music ! she likes her underground artists or artists that can combine other genres easily. she also has a love for artists like tv girl, girl in red, and frank ocean

Ꮺ technically, gwen would explore the sub-genres of punk and rock but doesn’t dwell for too long. She doesn’t mind heavy metals but prefers not to listen to them all the time, wouldn’t wanna shatter her eardrums since she’s spider woman

Ꮺ she also listened to a lotttt of female artists and female groups, and she’s a huge fan of girl groups! but I think she’s more into the older groups like spice girls, pussycat dolls, etc. I do think she would be into kpop girl groups and would be into ones that make like bubblegum pop or “noise music”

Ꮺ she has certain artists that she can never get tired of and also some artists that she prefers that no one knows she listens to

꒰ HOBIE BROWN ꒱

Ꮺ now hobie is all around when it comes to music, he’s just about on the same level as miles tbh

Ꮺ hobie isn’t embarrassed about any genre that he listens to. so yes, he doesn’t mind getting laughed at for liking country music

Ꮺ now hobie is very big on music that was pioneered by black people, which makes him love genres like country and rock even more. he can never get over how much music is curated by, and usually for, black folks

Ꮺ now hobie is always gonna give his flowers to artists that he loves and shouts them out in interviews or moments when he’s caught on camera. also, whenever he’s asked what’s his favorite song at the moment, it never stays the same omg- one day he says alex isley and the next he says smino

Ꮺ on a daily, hobie listens to whatever he’s vibing out to at the moment. If he just finished a concert, of course he’s gonna keep the mood going and have rock playing; on a lazy day, some new school rnb; on the days of being spiderpunk, some trap music mixed with some old school hip hop; wash days would include jazz, indie/alt, and some rnb (old school and new school)

Ꮺ hobie has a playlist of recommendations for almost every important person in his life. he loves music and it makes his heart happy when he can share his love of music with others or enjoy watching people enjoy what he listens to

♡⃕ this been sitting in my drafts and somehow got the energy to write it ;p

♡⃕ I do love music and this is lowkey me just projecting my love for music onto one of my fav movies…anyways !

♡⃕ if you have more hcs on this, lemme know !

𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐏 💗: 1 john 4:7

© 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟥 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗂. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽

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[curvykittyyssmutfics]

could you write about peter parker (t.m) brings his gf, reader for a study date but instead they fuck on his bed while aunt may is at work or something! please! doggy style, blowjob, boob job, missionary, daddy kink

The Study Date

A/N: This was meant for Tobey's spiderman but feel free to use your imagination!

Warning: Oral- facefucking(male receiving); Hair pulling; Creampie

Light from the sun streams in from the open window highlighting the books and note cards scattered across Peter's messy bedroom floor. There's not a cloud in the sky, and I can hear boisterous laughter from people walking by on the street; everyone sounding free and upbeat made me beyond jealous! Its absolutely unbelievable that on this beautiful breezy bright day my wonderfully amazing boyfriend convinced me to study for our upcoming exams. Hell, even Aunt May had plans to be home late as she and Happy had a date after her shift.

We both knew I'd rather be doing anything else. Better yet, I know WHO I'd rather be doing. Glancing up at a frowning Peter sitting criss-cross with his back against his bed, I watch him scribbling quickly on a notepad. Another pencil clenched between his teeth, he pauses his note taking to read the book in his lap. I can't help but admire the firm set in his jaw contrasting against that adorable baby face. Peter's short messy brown locks dust his forehead as his brows crease. God, his pretty ocean blue eyes never fail to pull me in. Fuck... His sexy ass in only a pair of light gray sweats was leaving nothing to the imagination. My baby's lean but chiseled chest rises slowly with each breath as I stare unabashedly.

I lay prone in front of him a few feet away, legs up behind me and crossed at the ankles, thoroughly enjoying the view. Normally I wait for Peter to initiate anything sexual but it always ends before he can fuck me. Rather it be May interrupting or his Spiderman duties calling, we haven't had a chance to do more than a bit of steamy dry humping. But today, as the drippin in my panties turns to a leak just from lookin at him, Peter's def in for somethin new.

He's concentrating so hard that I'm sure he doesn't notices the aggressive and very thorough eye fuck I'm giving him. He can't possibly be this damn clueless! Opening my mouth to speak Peter surprises me, looking up from his book, beating me to the punch.

"If you're done eye raping me, can you hand me the whiteout?" He teases, his knowing smirk almost making me embarrassed. ALMOST. Lord only knows I'm way to damn wet right now for the shy act.

Without replying I get on all fours and slowly, sensually, crawl to my Spiderman. He immediately sets down everything, spreads his legs and pulls me into his lap. I slip my shirt off quickly, leaving me in nothing but my soft shorts. My lips are desperate for his so I kiss him lustfully, deepening it as I grind ontop of him. My dark blue and red cotton shorts hardly get in the way as Peter starts to swell against me. My wetness seeps out of my empty clenching core, soaking my bottoms and his sweats.

"Peeeete, take off your pants. I wanna play. Lemme suck it." I moan into his mouth.

"Sweetheart-" Peter starts in protest but I quickly cut him off with another soft wet kiss. If he wants to play hard to get then so be it.

I lick into his mouth, before sucking the tip of his tongue between my lips. My fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck, lightly tugging as Peter's hips cant upward on each small pull. Short low moans come from his as he breaks our kiss to look down at the small wet patch forming where I drip on top him. Our breathing accelerates as I speed up the grinding on his fully hard dick, moving my lips to speak softly in his ear.

"Please Pete, pleeeease. Lemme suck you. I wanna make you feel good. I want you to cum in my mouth, down my throat. Fuuuck, feel your dick twitch on my tongue." I nip at his ear as I watch his resolve crumbling piece by piece. His head falling back on his mattress as he struggles to submit. I don't know why he's resisting and I don't give a fuck. I'm gettin that dick TODAY.

He might be Spiderman but I'm pretty damn quick my self. I'm off his lap and eye level with his crotch, pulling out that impressive fucking dick and cramming him between my lips before he can pick his head up. I lick and suck around his tip with messy loud slurps as watch him closely; his head dips farther into his bed and his arms hang limp at his sides against the floor. He involuntarily spread his legs wider, giving me ample room to work on his cock.

With eyes squeezed shut and his mouth open wide gasping for breath, Peter immediately loses the will to combat himself on this. When I notice, I smile with a mouth full of dick and, with a little difficulty, slide him deeper into my mouth. My unexpected gagging and salivating has him moaning and groaning so fucking seductively. I've never heard anything more alluring. I want more of those moans. So I slide my mouth up and down his lengthy cock fervidly. The taste of his salty precum explodes across my tongue and I moan around him this time, the vibrations making Peter shudder in return.

The soft sounds he makes increase in volume as I speed up the pace of stuffing my new favorite treat down my throat. His hips start to fuck his dick between my lips as one hands slide into my hair firmly as holds me place. 'Fuuuck, Daddy' repeats like a mantra in my head. That dam spider strength makes it so I can't move a single inch as he pistons in and out of my mouth recklessly. I feel his wet balls slapping my chin as my spit smear cheeks, chin, and naked breasts. All I can do is grip his thigh and focus on breathing through my nose as Peter tries to fuck himself into throat. My gagging doubles but I get no reprieve, not a damn lick of empathy. I couldn't dream of anything better

"Uh, uh, uh, f-fuuuuuck. Uh, AH! So fuckin good, princess. Bout to cu-uuum." His lusty cry makes me slip my shorts to the side and finger my throbbing sensitive little button.

I choke around him, eyes rolled back as I let him use me. 'Yeeees Daddy fuckin explode down my throat, lemme taste.' I think as his strokes turn erratic. One last pull out before Peter pushes his pelvis to my nose and unloads 3 strong gushes outta his twitchin dick to the back of my throat, so I swallow to not choke. He pulls back a bit, hand still firmly hold me, as the next 2 land on my tongue. Pete's gasping and panting, staring at me intently while he let's the rest of his warm cum leak onto my lips as he smears his spasming dick in the mess.

When he's finally done ruining me, he releases me reluctantly. His cock is still hard, glistening with my drool and his cum, balls still drawn up tight against his body. I take my hand outta my shorts and remove them, wiping his cum from my face. His eyes widen when he realizes I was playing with my pussy while he face fucked me.

"Did you like that Pete?" I ask seductively, kicking books out the way and laying on my back perched up on my elbows with spread legs.

"Hell yeah, princess. More than like. You got damn drained me. But now I want a taste of you."

Peter rushes to duck between my legs, trying to dive head first to eat me I assume; but I grab a handful of his soft chocolate colored hair and pull him up my body till his dick taps against my desperate messy soaked little puss.

"Fuck that, you can eat this pussy some other time. You better fuck me right now, Parker." I growl out.

That unsure look crosses Peter's face once more and I decide it's time to take matters into my own hands again. I grab for his dick and hastily stuff him inside. Although just a bit more than the tip crams inside, my back arches and I moan loud and long like a whore. I stare at the ceiling with wide unseeing eyes and an open mouth as I tug a couple more inches of Pete's cock into my wet core. My insides clutch at him frantically as I fuck on his leaky dick about half way.

My fingers rub my throbbing little button in quick fast circles, crying out as Peter stares at me in surprise. His shock obviously prevents him from realizing how close I am to cumming. As his breathing and the buildup in his balls upsurgesfrom watching me fuck myself on him, it's clear to us both that I need no assistance. I know my end is near. The intense pleasurable beating in my pussy makes me gasp for air while humping Petes dick wildly. 1 circle, 2 circles, 3 more circles on my clit and I combust. My head thrashes left to right as my cream gushes Peter endlessly.

"YES DAAAADDY, YES! Fuck me, aaah, fuck meeeee! FuckmefuckmefuckmeDaddy!" My intense orgasm draws every filthy thought from my mind through my open mouth into mindless shrieks. There's no room for embarrassment.

Suddenly the world seems shaken and upside down as I find my self quickly turned on my stomache. Peter forces a hand under me to fiercely finger my clit, burying his meat in me almost to the hilt. My back bowed, orgasm prolonged, I feel dizzy from how insanely intense it all feels as he digs into me repeatedly.

"Noooo, no-no-no-no-no, not yeeeeet.." Pete's words melt in one long endless moan and 4 earth shattering back breaking strokes later, he's gripping at my plump ass cheeks and audaciously fills me up. His cum dribbles from around his dick to mix with mine on the sheets. Neither of us move beyond the occasional shudder. Peter remains lodged inside as we try to catch our breath. Small drizzles of cum leak irregularly from his unhurriedly softening prick when we hear 3 light knocks on the locked bedroom door.

FUCK!!!!! May's home..

#peter parker x reader #tobey maguire #spiderman x you #smut #daddy k!nk

[spywhitney]

Mean Hobie X Journalist Fem!Reader - Bully Romance in AU Oneshot/ Headcannon

Tags: Smut, non-con, dub-con, alternate universe and bully romance. You have been warned.

Okay, so hear me out...

🕸️Hobie is Spiderman, and he still hates authority and all that, but not only is he a complete dick, he's corrupt as shit. I'm talking heists, drug deals and murder (or whatever you fancy).

🕸️Back when you were studying journalism, you had a run in with a creep late at night, and Hobie saved you.

🕸️Only, it turns out he was a more dangerous than the one he beat up until he was practically a puddle. Calling you a "pretty young ting", pushing you against the wall and kissing you along your neck.

🕸️You struggle, but he's too strong and he tongue kisses you to shut you up, any cries for help dying on his eager tongue.

🕸️He lets you go, but to say he was your new motivation for becoming a journalist was an understatement.

🕸️Years later, you're a journalist and your anti-Spiderman rhetoric has become popular, but since he never bothered you again, you begin wondering if you imagined the whole thing.

🕸️Despite everything, you couldn't forget how that deep voice vibrated against your ear, how the sight of his lip ring had you pressing your thighs together- much to your shame

🕸️One day, a new journalist joined. He was instantly liked by everyone.

🕸️He didn't seem to pay you no mind, until your lunch went missing and you saw him throw an identical container to yours away, a smirk fighting his way to his dark features.

🕸️Stolen lunches turned to whispered insults, to "accidental" shoves which turned to full-on unwarranted (and very sexually charged) touching. Everyone thought you were crazy when you tried to bring these things up, so you quit.

🕸️You joined a bigger, better company. You had a keyring alarm, having learnt from last time, for when you walked the last few minutes home. Then, a figure snatched you into an alleyway.

🕸️You fumbled for your keys, but the figure caged you, snatched the alarm off and threw it against the wall. The little device crumpled like paper. It was Spiderman.

🕸️"Miss me, luv?" Sharp canines prick your skin and a cry falls from your lips. You swat his hand that tries to invade the space between your thighs, a sinister chuckle filling your ears.

🕸️He holds your wrists so tight you're scared he'll break them, but he binds them together with his webs and shoots another to attach the first to somewhere above you, leaving you unable to run away.

🕸️You open your mouth, but it only falls open completely when he pulls off his mask- it's your ex-collegue from work. The one that bullied you.

🕸️Pleas tumble from your lips and Hobie watches you with a cigarette in hand as you clammer for any sense of humanity in him, but once you have no more to say, he calmy takes out the cigarette under his boot and wanders in front of you.

🕸️"What do I 'ave here? A slut caught in m'web." Futility claws at your throat as he hooks your legs to his sides, pushing his hot tongue into your waiting mouth.

🕸️You silently curse yourself for being too stunned at the familiarity to fight more, but as Hobie began shifting his crotch into you, something twists within you and you feverishly return his kiss.

🕸️Wetness flooded your panties as the kiss became sensually frantic, the whole ordeal transforming to animal lust as you swapped saliva, and relented to his every hungry touch.

🕸️A hard twitch of his clothed dick and a growl echoing in your throat shot you over the edge. Hobie pulled away, his lip ring and other piercings shinning in the dim moonlight as he grinned devilishly as you came, your hips rolling in languid movements, your pleasure leaking from you.

🕸️A snap bounces off the walls as your whines became less frequent, the concrete acting as your sole cushioning.

🕸️His shadow obscured your vision as you laid face first on the dirty London floor, but you were too shrung out to care. A harsh groan came from behind you and then you felt something warm splatter on the skin of your thighs, an instinctually whimper illiciting a hum from Hobie, you didn't need to look to know what that was.

🕸️Suddenly, your skirt was pulled up to expose your arse. You felt Hobie's wicks fleetingly brush over your skin, then his full lips teasingly kiss your cunt, the cold night making you shiver as you eagerly thrust for more contact. But he already began pulling your panties down your legs.

🕸️Then, you heard several clicks that seemed to be the only noise around. Weakly, you turned your head to see Hobie taking photos of you- tied at your wrists, pussy exposed with a fucked out expression on your face.

🕸️"I'll admit, ya cunt is even more entertaining to fuck than your career, but ya know. Wouldn' want anyone to see these pics would ya?" Your reaction must've been too minute in the dark as he bent down and yanked you by your hair to force you to stare back at him.

🕸️"Ya do have a way with words, but ya gonna do a few tings for me from now on. I won't post these filthy pics for everyone to see if ya do what I say... And let me do what I want with ya."

🕸️From that angle you got a pristine view of a wet patch on his jeans and uncontrollably you released a mewl from your throat. Hobie chuckled at your response before dropping you harshly and stuffing your panties in his pocket.

🕸️He walked away, calling out to you as it slowly dawned on you how screwed you were:

🕸️"Get home safe, slut. I'll be seeing ya tomorrow."

#hobie brown #non con #dub con #smut #top hobie brown #atsv #hobie x reader #spiderpunk x reader #spiderpunk x you #bully romance #spiderpunk #hobart brown #hobie #alternate universe #hobie brown x reader #atsv fanfiction #hobie x fem!reader

[sehtoast]

In His Hour of Need (Homelander x Reader)

18+

3.3k - Warning: Masturbation, brief voyeurism, oral sex, anal sex, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, face sitting, Homelander is an underwear thief.

!please note, Y/n is written as a pre-bottom surgery trans man. otherwise, the vast majority of Y/n's physical descriptors (eye color, hair color, etc) are kept to a minimum for the sake of reader inclusivity- and also lmao i basically stole spiderman for Y/n's supe identity, so there are some references to that

“Ungh, fuck…” John hissed, his voice echoing weakly in his apartment bedroom as he worked two fingers into his ass.  He’d had to make do all on his own, as Vought saw fit to schedule Y/n for a whole day’s worth of PR bullshit.

He pulled out all of the stops.  First, he’d gone to Y/n’s apartment and borrowed the silicone dildo he was all too well acquainted with.  Then, one of Y/n’s blankets– his favorite one, actually.  And finally, the pair of underwear Homelander had stolen from the bug long ago, his lover’s scent still lingering on the fabric, if only faintly.

John made a mental note to ‘borrow’ another pair.

His cock stood at attention, precum dribbling from the tip to leak down his length, twitching each time he brushed over that utterly delicious spot buried within him.  He mimicked the way Y/n would do it.  He pressed his finger gently, rolling it in featherlight circles before pushing against it and dragging down.  A desperate whine slipped from his lips, mixed partially with frustration.

It just wasn’t the same.

John tried again, this time pressing Y/n’s boxer briefs to his nose, breathing in deeply, imagining his lover’s cunt was directly in front of his face, tantalizingly close, yet too far to partake.

He’d long ago sent a text to Y/n.

’Fucking ditch those idiots and come sit on my face,’ he’d said, disguising his needy plea as a command.  His messages only grew in desperation as time passed.

’I want to bury my dick in you as far as I can.’

'I wonder how many loads you could take without me pulling out… I bet we could find the answer.’

’Please, Y/n.  I need you.’

’I’ll be so good for you. Please come home.'

'Please take care of me. I’ll be a good boy.”

That was hours ago, and he finally caved and decided to take matters into his own hands.

He hovered over the dildo, the cold, lube soaked tip grazing his stretched hole.  Homelander shut his eyes, breathing in the fabric once more, imagining it was Y/n below him, that his lover’s hands were gripping his hips to sink him down, to stretch and fill him just the way he liked.

His thighs shook with anticipation as he lowered himself, inch by glorious inch working a sultry moan free from his throat.  He gripped at the false pecs of his suit top, pressing and rubbing hard enough to stimulate his nipples underneath.

“Ah, Y/n…” he keened when he sank the rest of the way down, the silicone cock now buried firmly in his ass.  He reached up to tug a handful of his blonde locks.  “I’ll be a good boy!” He gasped, beginning to roll his hips.  He gripped the blanket beneath him, the feel of it deluding him into believing he was in Y/n’s bed.  “I’ll be so good for you, hnngh!”

He kept at it for a while, fucking himself against Y/n’s dildo, trying desperately to build up his release.  Homelander reached down to pump his cock for a time before releasing it, grumbling in frustration.

It wasn’t enough.

He shut his eyes and began to bounce harder against the toy, grunting each time, the sound surely causing the historical figures plastering his walls to turn their heads in embarrassment.

Who fucking cares what ol' George thinks about America's symbolic hero taking it up the ass? 

“I’ll be good for you!”

John didn’t even hear the sound of quiet footfalls entering the room, trailing to stand by the head of the bed, away from where he could see.

Y/n stood with his arms crossed, a deviously lustful smile on his face as he watched John fuck himself desperately, utterly adoring the sight of his leaky cock bouncing with his efforts, occasionally smacking against the bottom of his suit top to stain the eagle-patterned fabric with little threads of precum. And the sounds? God, he'd never grow tired of just how vocal Homelander could get. 

The web-head finally had an answer as to where his favorite underwear went.  As of now, they were clenched firmly between John’s teeth as he sucked on them like his life depended on it.  Little groans and grunts were muffled by the fabric, and Y/n felt the beginnings of his own arousal pool in his underwear.

Y/n had demanded an extended lunch break, and fuck, was he glad he did.  He’d found a way to connect his phone to the heads-up-display in his lenses, and his jaw dropped the minute John’s scandalous messages met his retinas.  After that, he was clearly in a hurry, much to the dismay of the Vought officials coordinating the event.

Fuck ‘em.

Y/n wasn’t missing out on this for anything.

“God fucking damn it!” John shouted angrily, his frustration finally getting the better of him.  It wasn’t working– why wasn’t it working?!  He was so pent up, so desperately horny, and yet he couldn’t get off.

“Y’know,” Y/n whispered into Homelander's ear, startling him, “next time, you should send pictures, too.”

John let out a shaky gasp, looking at Y/n with pleading eyes. He never even noticed the web-head’s arrival- but, fuck, was he thrilled to see him.

“Please help me…" His voice shook with desperation. "I’ll be so, so good for you!  I’ll be such a good boy!  I need-”

“You already are, John.” Y/n cooed, sliding his hand up Homelander’s back, up toward his hair, where he took a handful of his undercut.  “You’re always such a good boy for me.  Look, you even found my favorite underwear…”

John whined when Y/n yanked his head back, pulling him in for a hot kiss, slipping his tongue through to mingle with his for a long minute.  When his lover relented, Homelander was met with their reflections in the ceiling mirror.  He moaned wantonly at the sight.

“But, you know the rules, my love.”  Y/n started to disconnect his cape.  “I like to see all of you.”  The web-head unzipped the back of John’s suit.  “Lean your head back on me, and shut your eyes.”

Homelander obeyed, allowing Y/n to strip him bare, slowly, gently, yet somehow with all the firmness he needed.  He adored the way his little spider found a way to work around his body image issues.  Homelander would shut his eyes and focus instead on Y/n, letting his senses get lost in him, perfectly distracting from the feel of the rubber muscles leaving his torso.  By the time he would open his eyes again, Y/n would already have him distracted with something else, typically far more pleasurable.

“Good boy,” Y/n breathed against his jaw, leaning down to nip at his neck.

John's cocked twitched, and he rolled his hips against the toy.

“Ah, ah,” Y/n tutted, gripping him firmly by the hips to still him.  “Not ‘till I say so.”

“Yes, sir,” John whined, his head still leaned against Y/n.

“Sit still.  Let me get undressed.”

John watched Y/n step away to strip off his spandex super suit, his eyes wide and desperate at the sight of each inch of skin revealed.

“I have something for you, baby.” Y/n winked at him.  “Since you like my underwear so much, why don’t you have this pair here?” The web-head stripped his boxer briefs away, smirking enthusiastically at the patch of his arousal soaking them.

“Please…”  John breathed, his body shivering as he held perfectly still for Y/n.

“Where would you like them?” Y/n asked, circling around to kneel behind John once more.

“M-my mouth,” he gasped.

Y/n held them out for John to take, and he felt himself clench at the sight of Homelander tonguing at his underwear before taking them between his teeth.  He watched John’s shaft twitch, a fresh surge of precum leaking onto the blanket.

“I see you even have my blanket.  You really missed me that much?”

John nodded fervently, humming his confirmation through Y/n’s underwear.

“Hmm…” Y/n blew a breath of air against the shell of Homelander’s ear.  “I love you, y’know.”  

John tried to respond, but was cut short by the feeling of Y/n’s fingers toying with his nipples.  He sucked a sharp breath, his head lulling back against Y/n once more.

“That’s it, baby, feel it.  Feel everything…”

John thrust forward, seeking anything to offset the ache of his cock, but was only met with the slick feeling of the dildo sinking back into his ass.

Y/n pressed his chest firm against John’s back, giving him a surface upon which to arch himself forward, to push into the sensation.  The web-slinger stilled his fingers and brought them up to Homelander's collar bones before dragging them downward, scratching through the hair on his chest, trailing down his sides.

“Feels good, huh?”

John nodded fervently as he watched the scene unfold in the mirror.

Y/n’s fingertips danced at his slender hip bones, ghosting across the valley separating them, tickling him.

“Y/n, please,” John whined through the fabric.

“Please what, Johnny?”  Y/n teased.

“T-Touch me, please!”  John shouted, the garment falling from his lips, soaked now with more spit than slick.

“Y’know,” Y/n began, releasing him.  “I think you’ve been too good for just that.  What if I did this?”

The space behind Homelander went cold as Y/n moved to kneel in front of him.

“Don’t cum.  Not until I say so.”

Homelander breathed his agreement, only to have it blend into a loud groan as Y/n’s tongue flitted over the tip of his cock.

“Y-Y/n, I– Hah!”  He gasped as those lips he fucking adored engulfed him further, taking him all the way to the base, his eyes rolling back when his cock slid down Y/n’s greedy throat.  He tried to thrust forward, but Y/n’s hands stopped him, subjecting him instead to simply stay there and take what he was given.

“You're so good for me, Homelander.” Y/n purred, reaching down to gently fondle Homelander's balls in his hand.  “Mmm, you taste so good.  You’re dripping so much; I love it!”

“Hnngh, t-thank you,” he whined.

“Lay back for me.”  Y/n motioned to the dildo.  “Don’t let it fall out.”

John obeyed, his legs clenched to stop the toy from slipping free.

“Now, what was that I read earlier about sitting on your face?”

Y/n didn’t give him time to respond before getting right where John specified in the message.  He felt Homelander’s tongue slip out to greet his cunt, laving a hot trail through his drenched folds, the filthy sounds of John licking and sucking permeating the air.

“You like that, don’t you?  You love how wet I am, how it’s all for you?”

Homelander groaned below, and Y/n ground his hips down.

“What was that, baby?  I can’t hear you. You love it?”

John slurped loudly, prompting a soft moan to slip from Y/n.

“Always such a good boy…”

Homelander thrust upward, his cock aching intensely.  He focused instead on Y/n, licking and sucking desperately, tasting the divine essence of his lover with no lack of enthusiasm. 

It only served to make him even more needy.

He didn’t stop until he’d worked Y/n through the first of many orgasms.  He felt the evidence staining his face, but gave no complaint when Y/n licked it clean off of him.  Their lips met, and Y/n slipped his slick tongue into John’s mouth, laving his arousal all around Homelander’s mouth.

“Hmm,” Y/n chuckled as he pulled away, “your eyes are glowing.”

John met his own gaze in the mirror, and, sure enough, they were.  He looked like a mess, too.  Hair mussed everywhere, lips kiss-bitten, chest heaving.  He looked well loved, and that was just how he liked it.

“You look beautiful.”  Y/n stared down at him with the gentlest, kindest smile.  He took a minute to gently trace his fingertips over Homelander’s chest, dancing through the little curls there, settling over his heart to tap once, twice, winking at him.

“Now, baby,” Y/n teased.  “What was this about seeing how many times you can cum in me?”  He reached between John’s legs, giving the forgotten toy a push, burying it further inside of him.  “Legs up.”

Homelander complied, splaying himself wide open for Y/n.  His eyes widened when his lover gave the dildo a few firm thrusts, and he gasped loudly when Y/n locked it in place with a spray of webbing.

“That’s not going anywhere until either it’s ripped off,” Y/n smirked, “or it dissolves in a few hours.  Your pick.”

John let Y/n pull him into a seated position and mount him, swiping his cock painstakingly slowly through the folds of his cunt, teasing his clit with each pass.

Need burned in his core.

Y/n glanced up contemplatively for a moment.

“I bet I can take as many loads as you’re able to give me.”

John immediately took Y/n by the hips, sinking him down onto his cock when the angle was just right.

"W-we'll see about that." 

“Mmm, John,” Y/n moaned, resting their foreheads together, immediately rolling his hips.

Homelander held fast to Y/n as his lover fucked against him, moaning and groaning in his ear, whispering ‘I love you’ here and ‘good boy’ there, dragging him closer and closer to the edge he’d been teetering on for so long.

“Cum for me baby,” Y/n encouraged.  “Shoot it deep.”

The thread snapped, and Homelander pulled Y/n down harshly to bury himself as deep as physically possible, the cum spurting from his cock in a glorious heat.  He whined obscenely, pitifully through it, finally achieving the release he’d been begging for this whole time.  John's hole clenched against the toy buried inside him, quivering against the girth in a delicious double-stimulation.

“Y/n– fuck, I–”

“Mmm,” Y/n groaned against him, his cunt drinking up every drop of Homelander’s seed.  “That’s one.”

Y/n gave Homelander a minute to recover before beginning to bounce against him.  The cum seeped from his cunt, helping John’s cock glide in and out effortlessly. 

Homelander had long since thrown his head back, both because he wanted to watch in the mirror and he simply couldn’t exert the energy to hold it up anymore.  He watched Y/n ride him, a trail of drool spilling over as he fought to contain himself.

But, wait.  Why would he?

The goal was more.

And more, he could give.

So he did.

He began to fuck up into Y/n at a lightning fast pace, pounding his lover relentlessly to chase another burst of ecstacy.  When he finally came again, he rammed his hips upward, burying himself to the hilt once more.

Homelander watched the mixture of his cum and Y/n’s slick gush around his cock, and it only stoked the blaze of his lust further.  This time, he rolled them over, pressing Y/n into the bed as he pummeled his lover as if he'd gone rabid, basking in the cries of pleasure his efforts produced.

“How many?” He demanded, his hand wrapped around Y/n’s neck.

“F-four!” Y/n wept as he came, clenching around John’s cock as it spilled into him again. He fucking lived for the occasions when John’s demeanor would change in the middle of their trysts.  Soft, then suddenly, blissfully aggressive.  Almost like a switch was flipped, and someone else has come out to play.

They went at it for several hours, until Y/n was damn near on the brink of passing out.  Even Homelander was beginning to feel the effects of fatigue.

“H-how– how many?” John whimpered, his hips somehow sore from their intense lovemaking.

“N-nine…” Y/n panted, his cunt utterly packed full of John’s seed.

Most of it had leaked onto the bed, soaking into the blanket John had ‘borrowed.'  How he had this much to give, and was able to still hold himself up, was beyond Y/n.  The only thing keeping Y/n able to climax was the fact John could stimulate him further by rubbing his wrist spinnerets.

The dildo had been discarded on the bed.  The webs dissolved long ago.

“I think you can take ten, yeah?”  John winked through his own heavy breaths.

“I think you’re fucking insane.” Y/n replied. A lazy grin crept onto his face. “Let’s do it!”

Homelander beamed at the enthusiasm, and rolled his hips once more, fucking Y/n through the ache.  Strings of cum followed his hips, leaking down and clinging to his thighs, accentuating the loud clap of their skin. He slammed his hips against Y/n, grinding into him in circular motions, his mind blanking at the wet, slick feeling. It felt incredible to fuck into their mess, to glide in and out with such ease simply because they'd made each other feel so good.

He reached down with one hand to toy with Y/n’s clit, rolling the overstimulated nub with his thumb, hoping to build Y/n’s release in time for his own.  The other grazed over the slit of Y/n’s wrist once, twice, sending him spiraling once more.

“Come on Johnny– hnngh, fill me up.” Y/n moaned, encouraging him.  “Be a good boy and cum in me again!”

Homelander gave a few more deep, pointed thrusts before spilling again, finally having burnt through nearly all of his stamina– something that had always seemed impossible.  Y/n was the first of his partners– supe or not– to ever get him to this point.  He fell forward to nuzzle into the crook of Y/n’s neck.

“Ten,” he announced in a choked whisper.

“Ten,” Y/n murmured breathlessly in his ear.  “But you’re not done.”

Homelander arched an eyebrow, almost tempted to complain.  He was tired.

“I’m not?”

Sopping wet fingers nudged at his lips, and he recognized the taste instantly.  Homelander’s eyes rolled back as his tongue rolled over the digits to happily suck them clean.

“There’s so much… Be a good boy and help me clean up?” Y/n cooed, grinning deviously.  He was all fucked out, without a doubt, but he wanted the thrill of seeing John go down on him.  Even if the only thing left to feel was a dull ache, Y/n would never tire of watching Homelander lose himself in between his legs.

"Oh, absolutely,” he lilted.  Homelander shimmied down between Y/n’s legs excitedly, lapping up the mess they’d made, groaning at the salty-sweet taste of it.  He buried his tongue in Y/n’s opening, fucking it in and out.

“Just like that, baby, hah~” Y/n sang, watching John become utterly absorbed in the act.

Homelander didn’t stop until every inch of his little spider was licked clean, and his own lustful appetite was almost entirely satiated.

Almost. 

“You know what?”  He smirked as he stared straight into Y/n’s hazy eyes, a sudden rebound of energy reinvigorating him.  “I got enough to make it eleven.  Probably twelve.”

Y/n threw his head back in an exhausted laugh and pulled John close.

“You,” he pressed a quick kiss to his lips, “are trouble with a capital T.”

Homelander grinned in return, leaning down to nip at Y/n’s neck.

“You love it!”

“I love you. The rest is just a bonus!”

Y/n had no idea how he’d explain his absence from the event, but for now, with John’s cock sliding home inside of him once again, he truly didn’t care.

#Homelander #homelander x reader #homelander smut #the boys #the boys tv #the boys homelander #homelander fanfiction #sehtoast writing

[1anxiousbeancrying]

I may get hate for this but this is my opinions on characters in the spider verse movies. And feel free to disagree with me. I will only be talking about the movies portrayal of characters not the comics so I may like a character more in the comics but not in the movie. And another thing I'll take into consideration is plot importance. These are just my thoughts on the characters in general like morally, personality, and how they make me feel

Miles Morales: main character so he immediately gets some points, his story in the first movie was amazing, and it kinda leaks into the second film with him trying to find his place as Spiderman and he has had some of the best moments in the franchise. It makes me so excited for them to rap up his story in the next one. 10/10

Gwen Stacy: her story has been one of the best parts of these movies as it perfectly shows why she does and act the ways she does in the movies from the loss of her best friend and that fear holding her back till miles appears and her conflict with her dad fueling her to stay with the spider society and her later facing her problems instead of running away from them makes her and amazing character, also her fight with the vulture was one of my favorite parts of the movie. 10/10

Peter B Parker: he was good in the first film with it shows his problems in his own world and Miles helping him overcome some fears like having children and in the second him having mayday showing he got his life together, but he loses major points for the second film. He did nothing important only hurting miles and I understand her joins Gwen at the end to help him but hes constantly bringing his child to battles and did nothing when Gwen was being sent home to a place where she had no safe place to stay and where her dad had tried to shoot her. Like my guy you are an adult Atleast try and say something.4/10

Peni Parker: absolutely adorable in the first film and very helpful in making and new goober her and spider are so interesting and her dynamics with porker and noir is so cool, it made me so sad when her Fathers mech died. While she didn't do anything important in the second film the movie did a great job of showing she had changed, I can wait to see more of her in the next film. 7/10

Spider noir: I definitely think he's over rated but I can see why. his design slaps and he was quite funny in the first film, they did a great job in showing someone from a black and white world trying to adjust to a world of colours, he was a good character with some great lines despite not doing anything of much importance to the story, him throwing a car at tombstone was badass though and his relationship with peni was cute. Maybe my opinion will change on him in the next movie though. 6/10

Spider ham: I don't really feel anything towards him he had some good lines and his fight with scorpion was great but other than that he didn't really do anything, hopefully this will change in the next film. 5/10

Miguel O'Hara: here's where people may disagree with me. I like the concept for his powers and I think he's a great antagonists to Gwen and miles but other than that I don't care about him as a character. Im interesting to see what happens with him in the next film but I ain't to fond of his design, and his cannon even theory is fucking shifty, like bro the reason the world collapsed was because you replaced a dead person not because you stopped one event. Also he should not be treating children the way he does in the film , like dude you were a father wtf. And the hype around the character also puts me off him as well. 3/10

Jessica drew: I actually really like Jess, while she didn't do to much in the film, it was still enough to get me interested in her character from her first interaction with Gwen showing concern for her and later becoming her mentor. When Gwen gets sent home it shows her slowly swaying away from Miguel , the film actually shows a conflict within this character which a lot of characters seemingly don't get, and makes me wanna see how she's handled next film. 7/10

Hobie brown: I like Hobie he's just over rated as fuck. He makes the new watches for Gwen and the gang and also helps miles get free but other than that, he hasn't got much of an individual story in the movie yet, he just felt like a side character, which technically he is but most of the other spiders don't have the problem for me. I think I heard where seeing more of his world in the next film so hopefully it gives us more insight to his character, but I also feel like once again it's the fan girls which are ruining the character for me. 5/10

Pavitr Prabhakar: I loved him his introduction was incredible and and entire section of the movie in mumbattan was incredible, with the black hole forming in his world, it provides his character with a secondary story behind the main movie one. Him joining the gang at the end of the film even with his world collapsing shows how good of a friend he is, miles helped him so now he's gonna help miles, while he didn't do to much in the movie they did a great job of setting up his character for the next one. 7/10

Margo kess: I absolutely love her design and she wasn't in the film enough, the only thing she really did in the movie was let miles go but it had a big impact, I can't wait to see her on the team in the next film. I'm also sick of people putting her and Gwen against each other the besties deal with it. Her score would be higher I just haven't seen enough of her character yet. 6/10

Miles g morales: badass entrence and it was a really cool ending to the film, thought were don't know anything about him yet as a character so I can't really rate him yet. 4/10

Spider cat: 10/10 no questions asked.

#across the spiderverse #pavitr prabhakar #gwen stacy #miles molares #miguel o'hara #hobie brown #jessica drew #margo kess #miles morales #spider cat #ghost spider #peter b parker #peni parker #spider ham

[petrichor-idyllic]

hihi ^^

so i have another request but for spiderman (mcu) where it takes place post no way home, basically fem!reader doesnt end up losing her memory abt peter and she's always been by his side even after everything. But peter thought she would just lose her memory as well so when she finds him one day he gets shocked and emotional and the whole thing's js fluffy, comfort with some hurt/angst

i dont mean to rush or anything cuz u prolly have other reqs😭 but i js came up with this rn and wanted to drop it to u <33

Oh my god, a request not for the Maze Runner??? My time has come. I'm joking, I love writing for TMR, but there is a range of universes I write for on my masterlist and I'm actually thinking of updating it, so keep an eye out :))

LONG TIME COMING

MASTERLIST | PETER PARKER MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: See above. Takes place after the events of No Way Home.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, teenage angst and loneliness, sad times.

You'd known Peter Parker your whole life.

You went to the same pre-school, kindergarten, middle school and high school together. You were connected at the hip for life, even when Ned joined in with your little group.

When you and Ned accidentally found out that Peter is Spiderman, neither of you knew how to react or what to do. But, over time, you all got used to it.

Ned used to always tease you because he thought you had a crush on Peter. You always brushed him off and told him he was dumb, until Peter started to crush on MJ. You weren't even bothered when he liked Liz, but that was different.

MJ was like you guys. A loser and a nerd who was smart and sarcastic, and she was gorgeous. Peter loved her, and when they started dating after MJ figured out he was Spiderman, you didn't have a chance.

Then Mysterio leaked Peter's face and he was desperate to change that. Seeking out Doctor Strange and accidentally causing a tear in the Multiverse.

You met his other universe counterparts, and enemies, and everything changed after that.

Peter vanished.

Your best friend for your whole life had disappeared.

But the weird thing was no one seemed to care. No one even remembered him.

MJ, Ned, everyone you went to school with- nothing.

You asked MJ day in, day out, you spoke to Ned about him all the time. But they just thought you were losing your mind or that this boy was someone you'd met and had mistakenly thought you'd introduced.

But you knew Peter. You heard the spell Docter Strange had cast- but you remembered him. Somehow, his spell left you unaffected.

Maybe it was a strange override- you'd known him your whole life, so without Peter, you'd have no memories left. And that would definitely be suspicious. Or maybe it was how close the two of you were, some unspoken rule that you can't forget the one you love most.

Peter was your entire life- he is your entire life.

And now he's gone.

But if Peter taught you anything, it's that you can't give up. He's got to be somewhere in the city, and you're going to keep looking, no matter how big New York may be.

"You're going out again?" You mother stands in the doorway of the living room of your small apartment. You've been fighting with your shoes for the last couple of minutes, accidentally waking her up. "It's very early."

"I have to, Mom, I can't waste any time-"

"I know, I know," she sighs. Your mother is your biggest supporter, but even she is doubtful. "This... boy, your friend that no one remembers- an Avenger, a superhero. You have to find him, but... but, sweetheart, are you sure that-?"

"Yes, I'm sure- no, I'm not losing my mind, even if everyone thinks I am. I'm going to find him, if it's the last thing I do." You put your foot down, standing with your arms crossed.

Your mother sighs. "Okay- but at least wear a coat; it's horrendous out there."

You give her a sheepish smile, then a nod. Grabbing your coat off of the hook in front of your door, you pull it over your shoulders. You open the door, slamming it behind you and taking to the streets, once again.

Darkness still consumes the rougher area you live in, sunlight just starting to peek over the buildings. Your mother was right; the rain beats down on the stone streets, sending a chill through you as it sinks in through your jeans- your coat keeps your upper body dry, though.

You prefer the mornings. It's still quiet, the only people about are coming home from night shifts or having to make early commutes to work. On your days off from work, this is how you spend your time. Walking the streets every chance you can get. Every chance you've had for the last few months.

The only hint you got was when a strange boy came into MJ's work. You just knew it had to be Peter, but you were too busy covering a shift to be there.

As the shops start to open, businesses coming into full swing, the creeping thought that this might be another day wasted starts to take over. You're starting to think you're never going to see him again.

You should've said something. Before him and MJ started dating, you should've realised your feelings sooner and told him how much he meant to you- maybe then he would have come looking for you as well.

You stand outside a corner shop, taking the moment to check your phone. MJ has sent a picture of the view from MIT with Ned in it. You smile. Your friends went to college and whilst you stay in touch, you chose to start working after school to help your mother instead.

And to stay and look for Peter.

"Oh! I'm sorry, Miss," the voice strikes you as you look up. You blink repeatedly like you're imagining it.

Peter stands, having just come out of the shop, a bag of groceries in his hands as he talks to a woman he's just bumped into by mistake. You'd think his Spider Sense would make him less clumsy.

They have a brief interaction, before she slips past him and into the store. And he, of course, holds the door open for her.

"Peter," your voice barely comes out as a croak, watching him adjust his bag to carry it easier. "Peter!" You scream.

He freezes, looking up and meeting your eye as you stand in the pouring rain.

It's him. You can't believe it's him.

"(Y/N)?" He stands in some form of disbelief, completely unable to process that you just said his name.

"Peter!" You move forward, jogging towards him. You throw your arms around him, making him stumble backwards as he stiffens for a second.

In a heartbeat, his shopping scatters to the floor, his strong arms encasing you, pulling you in closer.

"(Y/N), oh my God," he mumbles into your damp hair. He pulls away, his hands on your shoulders as tears threaten to fall from your eyes. "How..? I don't understand- you remember me?"

You nod, frantically. "Of course, I do."

"But... how? How is that possible?"

"I-I don't know," you shake your head, your emotions finally caving as tears roll down your cheeks.

He pulls you back into a hug, clinging onto you like he never has before.

"Why didn't you come and find me?" You sob into his shoulder. "You spoke to MJ and Ned, I know you did." You sniff. "Why didn't you find me?"

"I-I couldn't... it's hard to explain," he sighs, pulling away again. "How about we talk about it somewhere dry, hm? I've got a place not too far away."

You give a stiff nod after a moment's hesitation. "Okay."

Peter's place is somehow worse than yours. It's a shitty one room apartment with a bed, a desk and a kitchen in the same vicinity.

"Nice place," you attempt to joke to break the awkward tension from the mainly silent walk here.

He scoffs in response. "It's not much... but, yanno, it'll do." He takes his jacket it off, hanging it up. "Here, give me your coat." You obey, taking it off and handing it to him for him to do the same.

He sits on the end of his bed. "Guess I better explain why I've not found you, huh?"

"I mean, it'd be appreciated." You rock on your heels, staying where you're stood instead of joining his side.

"I just... I couldn't..." He lets out a deep sigh. "When I saw MJ and Ned in the café, I was almost relieved you weren't there. Standing there and watching them have no idea who I was... hurt. It hurt so much. But it would've been so much worse if you were there. I couldn't bare the thought of looking at you and you not knowing who I was. Looking at me like I'm a complete stranger- I could handle MJ and Ned," he pauses, looking at you as you step closer.

Standing in front of him, he reaches for your hands, taking them in his and playing with the old ring he gave you as a birthday gift. He smiles slightly, the fact you still wear it warming him.

"But, I couldn't handle it with you." He looks up. "I couldn't do it. I couldn't face you as a stranger. My (Y/N) looking at me like I don't know anything -everything- about her?" He shakes his head, pushing his lips into a thin line. "I just... couldn't."

"I remember you. You should've."

He snorts. "Yeah, well, I know that now, don't I? You found me instead. Guess you've learnt something from me."

"Not really," you scoff. "I looked for you. Everyday for months since you vanished. I felt crazy- everyone thinks I'm losing my mind. But I knew I wasn't; I had to find you."

"I can't believe the spell didn't work on you," he chuckles lightly, and you grin, laughing too,in disbelief more than anything.

"Must be special," you joke, giving him a mischievous grin.

He rolls his eyes. "Yeah, I coulda told ya that."

Your face suddenly becomes serious. All of your feelings for Peter flooding back in the damn breaks. It's rolling over in your mind. You swore you would tell him how you felt when you found him, that you should've done it earlier.

But now, him sitting in front of you, still playing with your fingers like they're a fidget toy, you don't know if you can.

"Hey," his voice is soft, easily able to see the internal anguish you're facing. "I know that face," he nudges you, letting his hands fall to his sides. "What's wrong?"

You shake your head, taking in a deep breath. "You know, when I lost you, I thought over and over what I'd say when I found you again. And..." You trail off.

"And what? You can tell me anything, that hasn't changed."

"I know," you huff, "and I know that you're probably still in love with MJ, and I get that but... screw it, I have to tell you. I like you. More than just a friend, and it shouldn't have taken you getting a girlfriend and vanishing off of the face of the Earth for me to realise."

You look at him, in the eyes, his expression is blank but you keep going.

"I love you, Peter Parker. And I think I always have."

"You... love me?"

"You don't have to love me back. I get it, but I just had to tell you just in case I don't get another chance and lose you again."

He laughs.

Like, he actually laughs at you, making you feel even more insecure.

"What? Why are you..? Okay, it's not that funny, asshole."

"I'm not.." He grins, leaning forward before standing up, making you step back. "I've had a crush on you since we were five. I've wanted you for as long as I can remember, but I figured you didn't feel the same- I mean, you didn't act like you did. So, I tried pushing it down, dating other girls. A-and MJ meant a lot to me, but there's a reason you were the person I couldn't face."

His hand comes to your face, cupping your cheek and lifting your head to look more at him. "It's just funny because I... well, I have always loved you- and I think I probably always will."

You can hear your heartbeat in your ears, heat flushing your body as you step closer to him. Your noses brush, glancing at his lips before he fully leans in.

Your lips connect. Your hands pull on his damp shirt, his coming to your waist. You want to kiss him forever, feel him every chance you get. The heat quickly becomes more heated, the loneliness he felt washing away and the anxiety you had vanishing.

He's here.

And he's yours.

You're interrupted when your ringtone goes off.

"Sorry," you mumble as you pull away, pulling your phone out of your pocket and reading the name flashing up on your screen. "Shit, it's my Mom. Do you mind..?"

"No," he clears his throat, stepping back "'course not.

You pick up. "(Y/N)? Where are you? I've been texting you non-stop. You know I get worried when you-"

"Mom," you cut her off and she stops talking as a beat skips.

"...You found him, didn't you?" Her voice is almost happy for you, relief audibly filling her.

"Yeah," you squeak, emotions once again getting the best of you, "I found him."

Yooo, this was actually very fun to write and I very much enjoyed writing for the mcu for a change.

I have a fair few requests in atm so new requests may take a while for me to get to, but I will try to get through them ASAP.

I know most of you follow me for TMR content, but I hope you enjoyed something a bit different :))

#🌿 petri writes #🌿 petri writes mcu #🌿 petri mcu peter parker #🍃 petri mcu #peter parker #spiderman #mcu imagine #marvel mcu #x reader #mcu x reader

[maythearo]

Oh man honestly now that you mention it I think Leona being the mentor type would be such an interesting idea to explore??? Not only is the dynamic fun to think about but the way it could play out could mean a whole lot :0

Also yeah I agree, I wish the twst writers would let characters have better relations with eachother u_u but hey! for this au I can their Leona and Jamil playing off a little better with eachother

But that can also bring up that if hypothetically in this au Leona DOES end up dying! I think about how a common thing with the spidermen stories is that someone who cares a lot about the person who dies sees that persons body with spiderman, making the connection that "spiderman KILLED him!"

Which hey, Leona being royalty would not be a very fun person to be accused of murdering. So Jamil's need to not be revealed to the public as spiderman would be massively important (But also the idea of WHO would see them, uh oh little lion boy..)

Which then the idea of Ace being the first (and maybe the only for a a while) person to know about Jamil could lead to terrible shenanigans, hmmm

I love the idea that Idia unintentionally causing the whole thing would be really fitting too since the whole science stuff :0 that does make me think though is how there would probably be villian of the week sort of enemies that plague the area and hmm who knows, I do like seeing other people also suggest who the bad guys could also be in this au!

OH correct me if I'm wrong but you're the atsv enjoyer anon, right?

Your brain‼️‼️ SO MANY IDEAS, SO MANY POSSIBILITIES‼️‼️ Leona and Jamil being closer/on better terms has so much potential.

The "spider-man KILLED HIM!!" idea immediately puts a huge sense of urgency to the story, LIKE

But for different reasons than in Far from home, and also the spider viper secret identity would not have been leaked like Peter's did, probably. (I should also make up another spider-man specific name for Jamil, if spider viper sounds too weird EKDNWKDNWKDNEK I KINDA JUST MADE THAT UP FOR PRACTICALITY, PLEASE IGNORE IT) what would he ever do to not be seen as a threat anymore?? Where is mister doctor????

Ace knowing his identity would be barely as helpful as Ganke or Ned are for Miles and Peter, but at least Jamil and Ace are a funny duo 😭😭 the guy in a chair is meant to be helpful and Mr braincell Trappola is the exact opposite of that, full disrespect meant. But in a strange twist of fate, he always manages to get spider jamil covered at the end of the day. Ace always makes his way through the toughest situations, no matter how many times he stumbles in the process. Ace + Jamil duo are always on thin, thin ice, and it's very entertaining.

And idk if I mentioned this before, but while I'm on the topic, I was thinking Najma would be quick to uncover spider-man's secret identity too. She's smart! And you think she wouldn't notice how that weird masked vigilante acted the exact same as her brother? She would scold and poke fun of him for it, saying like "are you even trying to keep this a secret, or am I THAT good of a sister to spot your mannerisms right away?". She could even be the one to find and modify a hero uniform for him! In exchange to leaving all her house chores to him for a month, of course, she doesn't design and sew free of charge.

I rlly need to search up more of spider-man's villains to headcanon in this au akbdiwdhwodbwkjs I too, would love to hear more ideas regarding it. Besides Azul and Idia that I mentioned before, someone commented Jack as the Prowler too, which I think is super cool and fitting 💃💃💃💃

#ask #I TALK SO MUCH IM SORRY #ITS THE HYPERFIXATION. IT SPEAKS LOUDER. #.🐑✨️ #.twst into the spider verse

[starryknight09]

Unforeseen dangers ch 14

Summary:  As Peter recovers from his capture by Ross, a photo of him with Tony and the Avengers leaks and is splashed all across the media. Luckily, no one can figure out who he is and everyone thinks the buzz will die down. However, the public’s interest has been ignited. While Tony worries it’s only a matter of time before Peter’s identity is exposed, Peter isn’t as concerned. Besides, what’s the worst that could happen anyway?

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“No.  Absolutely not.” Peter said as he stormed out.

“Kid.  Peter.  Wait.  Come back here.” Tony called out from behind him.

Peter just kept walking.  He’d had enough.  He’d sat in meetings all day with people telling him what he could and couldn’t do from now on, and now Tony expected him to give up what little privacy he had left.  Well, he wasn’t going to do it.

He made it to the elevator before Tony caught up to him.

“Home FRIDAY.” He ordered and crossed his arms, watching as Tony made it in just before the elevator doors closed.

“Ok I understand you’re upset.” His dad held both his palms up in a placating manner.

“Good work.  I am.” Peter stared straight ahead, refusing to look at him.  How could he think this was a good idea?

“Ok but be honest here.  Don’t you think you might be overreacting just a teensy tiny little bit?”

“No!” He definitely wasn’t.  “You and I both know I don’t need a bodyguard, Tony!  I’m Spiderman!”  It felt good to finally say it after sitting through a meeting with the head of SI security for the past hour where the man had looked at him like he was a meek little victim waiting to happen.

“Yes, I know that.  And you know that.  But no one else does and if you want to keep it that way this is what we have to do.”

Peter huffed.

“I’m doing what I’d do if you were a normal kid and—”

“So I’m not normal now?” Peter sniped, not even sure why he was picking a fight.

“You know what I mean.” Tony didn’t rise to the bait.  “And if you were a normal kid you’d need a fulltime body guard.  So everyone is going to expect that.”

Peter rolled his eyes and stepped out of the elevator as soon as the doors had widened enough in front of him.  Tony followed a step behind him, still talking.  “You’re my son and now everyone knows.  And I’m sorry.  I’m sorry for that.  You know I’d take that part back if I could, but I can’t.  And now that everyone knows, there are going to be people gunning for you to get to me.  That’s just reality now.  And I know you can take care of yourself, but the rest of the world doesn’t know that and if I leave you visibly unprotected it’s going to be asking for trouble.”

Peter fell forward onto the couch and shoved his head into one of the pillows.  “But I don’t want a bodyguard.” He complained but the initial anger he’d felt had started to dissipate.  He could sort of see where Tony was coming from.  Even though it still sucked.

“I know.  I get it.  You’ve only said it about twenty times now.  Any more and you’re going to hurt Happy’s feelings.” Tony said.

Peter frowned before turning to look up at his dad.  “Happy?  What are you talking about?”

“Happy’s going to be your bodyguard.  What?  You think I’d trust anyone else?” Tony quirked an eyebrow at him.

“Happy?” Peter repeated, more to himself this time as he turned back into the pillow and rolled the idea over in his head.  That wasn’t as bad as what he’d been imaging.  He and Happy almost sort of kind of got along now.  Although he still didn’t want the man in all his business, but if it was between him and a complete stranger, he supposed this was the better option.

“So,” Tony interrupted his musings as he picked up Peter’s feet so he could slide under them to sit at the end of the couch.  “Does it being Happy make it better or worse?”

“Better.” Peter admitted.  “But I’m still not happy about it.”

“I know.” 

 “I guess I can accept it on one condition.”

“Yeah?  What’s that?” Tony asked.

“I get to see the look on Happy’s face when you tell him has to be my bodyguard now.”

Tony let out a surprised laugh.  “Deal.”

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Peter settled back in bed and opened his laptop.  It’d been a long day and the last thing he wanted to do was read what was being said about him, but he couldn’t stop himself.  He was like the moon and the information nestled under his fingertips was the Earth.  He was helplessly stuck in its gravity.  After a few minutes of browsing the plethora of article headlines, he decided there was nothing new out there, just numerous reiterations of the same thing.  Information about his background and speculation on his and Tony’s relationship littered the internet now.

He exited out of the google search window and closed his computer with a sigh, setting it to the side and pulling his phone out of his pocket.  He wasn’t big into social media.  He had an Instagram account and a Twitter account, but he’d only posted once or twice on Twitter before losing interest in it, and he rarely posted pictures on Instagram, which was apparently a good thing according to Alex, SI’s media guy, because it meant they didn’t have to go through and purge anything.

He clicked on the Instagram icon on his phone.  He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d checked it.  He’d gotten it when everyone else was into it, but he hadn’t seen the point.  He already knew what was going on in the lives of the people he cared about and they knew the same about him.  Worrying about posting idyllic pictures of his life just seemed like extra work and an unnecessary added stressor on top of all the other things he already had to worry about.

The home screen popped up and when he clicked on his profile icon his jaw dropped.

459,432 followers.

“Holy shit!” Peter gripped his hair.  He really should’ve made his account private, but he’d never anticipated anything like this happening.

“Oh god oh god oh god.” He clicked through the photos he had up to make sure there wasn’t anything too embarrassing.  Luckily they were all fairly benign.  And boring, if he was being honest.  Alex had told him they were all fine, but pictures that risked embarrassing his dad and his company were different than pictures that made him look like a loser.

His inbox was overflowing with DM’s.  He didn’t even know what to do about it besides ignore them, but he really wanted to make them go away.  Maybe Alex could help him.

If his Instagram account looked like this, he could only guess his Twitter account would be exactly the same.

He rubbed a hand down his face and let out a groan.

His phone buzzed next to his leg.  Ned’s name flashed across the screen.

“Hey man what’s up?” Peter answered.

“Listen, I don’t want to freak you out, but have you been on Instagram lately?”

Peter’s eyebrows pulled together.  “I was just looking at it.  Do you have ESP or something?”

“No I wish.” Ned sounded so sad about it that Peter let out a short laugh.  “Anyway, isn’t it crazy?”

“Everything’s kind of crazy right now.” Peter sighed.

“Yeah, but like dude you have almost half a million followers!”

“I know.” Peter groaned.  “It’s terrible!”

“Are you crazy?!  Why is it terrible?”

“Why?  Um because I don’t want absolute strangers knowing everything about my life.”

“You have like twenty pictures on there.” Ned scoffed.  “I wouldn’t exactly call that knowing everything.”

“Yeah.” He sighed, trying to figure out how to put how he was feeling into words.  “I guess I just I don’t like the idea of people only being interested in me because I know Tony.”

“I mean you don’t just know him.  He’s kind of your dad now.” Ned reminded.

“Yeah but I’m nobody.  I’m just me, Peter Parker.  Or, I guess Peter Stark.” Peter gave his head a shake at the slip up.  “If they’re interested in Tony then they should follow him.”

“I’m sure they do.” Ned said.  “But you’re not nobody.  You’re you know who.”

“But they don’t know that.” Peter argued.  “To them I’m just this kid with a famous dad.”

“Tony Stark.” Ned said slowly as if Peter didn’t understand.  “Tony Stark’s your dad.  That’s kind of a big deal.”

“It shouldn’t be.” He frowned.  “I just think it’s weird that a bunch of complete strangers want to follow pictures of some random kid.”

“Dude, you’re not some random kid.  You’re Ironman’s kid!”

“So?” Peter complained even though as the word came out of his mouth he knew how ridiculous it sounded.

“So?  So?” Ned’s voice kept increasing in pitch.  Peter winced.  “You’re dad’s a legit superhero.  And he’s the coolest, richest, most famous guy in the world.  Even if you were biologically his, people would be curious about you.  But you’re not.  He chose you which makes you even more interesting.  Everyone wants to know about you.”

“You mean they want to know what makes me so special that Tony Stark would want to adopt me?” Peter scoffed.

"Well kind of.  Even though it sounds bad when you say it like that.”

Peter sighed.

“I just want everything to go back to normal.” He said and didn’t realize how true that actually was until the words had left his mouth.

“I wouldn’t say your life was ever exactly normal.”

“I know.  I mean I wish things could just go back to the way they were before.” His tone came out more wistful than he’d meant it to.

“I don’t think that’s going to happen.”

“I know.” He sighed.

“Unless you can somehow invent time travel and go back and keep all of this from happening.”

Peter scoffed.

“But if Tony Stark hasn’t figured out time travel yet, I don’t think you have much hope.  No offense man.”

At least that got a small chuckle out of him.  “Right.”

“If it helps, I really am sorry.”

“I know.” Peter rubbed at eyes that were oddly burning.  No.  He wouldn’t cry.  He wouldn’t.

A few long seconds passed in silence.

“You know what else sucks?”

“What?”

“Tony’s making me have a bodyguard.”

“No way.”

“Yeah and guess who it is.”

“Who?”

“Happy.”

“Seriously?”

“Mmhm.”

Ned tried to hold back a chuckle.  “I guess it could be worse?”

“Shut up.”

Ned burst out laughing and Peter finally cracked a smile.

“He’s going to hate that.” Ned added when he’d finally calmed down enough to talk again.

“Believe me, I know.”

“So you’re going to have a middle aged shadow the entire time you’re at school.” Ned actually sounded a little put out now.  “Kind of puts a cramp on your social life.”

“What social life?” Peter joked.  He got along with everyone but Ned and MJ were the only two classmates he’d consider his real friends.  “And I think you’re being generous calling him middle aged.”

“Don’t let him hear you say that.” Ned warned.

“Please.  I’m not scared of Happy.”

“Yeah but you probably want to stay on his good side.  He’s going to be with you.  At school.  All the time.  Like he’s going to figure stuff out.  Stuff that you probably don’t want him to tell Tony about.”

Peter’s brow furrowed.  “Like what?”

“MJ.” Ned said simply.

“You only know about that because I told you.”

“Please Peter.  Give me some credit.  It’s obvious how much you like her.”

“It is?” His heart swooped.  “Do you think she knows?”

“Probably.  Doesn’t she know like everything?”

“Yes.”  Peter ran a hand down his face.

“You should just ask her to prom.  If she says yes then she probably likes you back.”

“I know.  I’m thinking about it.  I’ve got some time.”

Ned hummed to let him know how much he believed that.

“Anyway, Happy finding out about MJ wouldn’t be the end of the world.  Tony teases me for it already.”

“Ok then what about Flash?”

Peter shrugged.  “He doesn’t bother me as much anymore.”

“True but he doesn’t exactly leave you alone either.”

That was fair.  He didn’t.  But Peter could ignore the little snippy comments compared to what the bullying had been like before.

“If anything, Happy might help.  He’s the one that scared him into being nicer to me at the beginning of the year.”

“I guess.  Maybe it won’t be so bad then.”

“Maybe.” But somehow he doubted it.

#unforeseen dangers #ch 14 #irondad #irondad fanfic

[sunwarmed-ash]

🔥Sinful Sunday🔥

Mirror Images:Ch 3

Ships: Petercest (Peter 1/2/3), SpideyDevil (Peter 3/Matt Murdock), all peters plus Matt M\M\M\M

Fandoms: Spiderverse/All Universes, No Way Home, TASM 1&2, Spiderman 1,2,3 Daredevil

Ratings & Word Count: Explicit 14k+, WIP

Tags: Angst that ends in smut, Daddy kink, web bondage, blow jobs, dirty talk, submissive Peter 3, Bottom Peter 3, Top Matt, top Peter 1, Top Peter 2, sir kink, praise kink, foursome

Summary:

“Holy shit, you're strong!" Parker couldn't help but gasp impressed when the hand at his mouth finally dropped. 

Matt's entire body moved to brace up against his own, and then the masked man's fierce growl was in his ear. 

"I don't have time or patience for games tonight. Who are you?!" 

The warning growl accompanied by the show of strength sent pleasure sparks down his spine. Parker swallowed hard. It was cruel how worked up that small action made him because this was the absolute worst time to get a boner. Weeks of no contact with anyone was catching up with him… Maybe he can deflect with humor. That's worked in the past right? 

"Uh, dude, I think it's pretty clear I'm Spider-Man. Or did the red and blue spider suit not give it away?"

The masked avenger tilted his head to the left. 

"Is that your idea of a clever blind joke?"

Parker’s jaw dropped, and the eyes on his mask widened. 

"Oh shit, you're blind!?"

Matt pointed to the blindfolded eye holes on his mask. 

"Obviously. Just as obvious as the fact you're not Spider-Man, because he knows that."

And evidently, you know about Peter, but not us. Parker would put his hands up in surrender, but Matt was still holding them. 

“Okay, okay you're right, I guess I’m not technically-" 

The hand around his wrists squeezed threateningly. 

"Quiet! I don't tolerate assholes in my city and I don't appreciate you impersonating my friend. You have three seconds to convince me you're not better off squashed bug boy."

"Bug Boy. Nice. Haven't heard that one in a while." 

The grip on his wrists got tighter, unamused, beginning to crush his shooters and render him almost powerless. "No, hey, please don’t break those, I know Peter too, okay?"

At the mention of this arachnid variant's true identity, the man dropped his hands in favor for holding Parker's chin tight in his fist.  

"Don't lie to me, I'll know. I can always tell." 

Parker tried to pull back his hips before Matt could feel how much he liked that but the whole motion was executed in less than a fourth of a second. Parker's heart started to pound, not because he was lying, but because the heat from Matt’s muscular body was now touching him in every possible place and he was holding his face, ordering him to answer him, scratching every one of Parker’s submissive kinks and making it only a matter of time until he leaks through the suit...

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[fragileizy]

out of absolute nowhere am i thinking about gwen again after leaving her dad and joining spider society; she's quiet, and the adrenaline of being in a new place just dips. she thinks about her dad, her lack of a mom, she thinks of her peter (god, does she think about her peter), and thinks about how her house— her home— her bedroom is all gone.

there's nothing left.

she finds herself a tiny little corner in miguel's office/brooding area, unsure of what to do, thinking about her dad. her dad. held up at gunpoint by her dad. her dad. here, miguel's office, is the most quiet place all of the spider society, because nueva york is filled with noise, and for once she just wants the deafening silence.

miguel tosses her an empanada one day.

"you don't eat," he says, before she's even asked. she's caught it, of course, because reflexes and spider and things are generally best when caught when things are thrown in someone's general direction. its from the cafeteria. it's warm.

"i haven't been feeling hungry all that much," she mumbles.

he leaves it at that. it's nice, knowing that someone's noticed, but all she can afford is to nibble at her food.

it stays that way for a while. every day, she hides in there; jessica tries to get her out, talks to her, but she keeps retreating. over and over, like clockwork, people try. jessica, trying to get her to come onto missions with her and learn how to be a functional member; peter (peter, peter is here, maybe he'll understand, maybe he'll—) with... mayday. he's a father now. mayday looks so happy with her father. they come often, and she says hello, and she tries to smile, but peter notices the sunken eyes. depression leaks out of her like waves. mayday is so happy to sit in her lap, completely unaware of how broken gwen is.

miguel tosses empanadas every day up there, like a coffee run. each one is different— he probably orders whatever is in the glass case, uninterested in the actual flavour— and she deals with it. blue cheese. spinach. pork. beef. she has a personal vendetta against the salmon one. each one, she nibbles on, doing something to pass the time.

a day comes, and instead of tossing it up and leaving her like that, turning back to his monitors, miguel throws it onto her ledge, sits on his own platform, and waits. waits, and waits, and waits. she's seen his patience, surprisingly long for a man who loves to aggressively snap at anyone— a passionate man, it seems— so when she doesn't budge, and his face settles into the most neutral expression she's ever seen, anxiety starts to build.

"what?" she blurts out.

"eat."

"i will."

"no. now."

"not hungry," she explains, though poorly, because he doesn't even blink.

"i don't care. eat."

"why?"

"because i used to be a father," he replies, blunt and swift, "and i know when a child is grieving."

oh.

"you're a father—"

"'was'. eat. maybe you'll like ham."

she's quick to look up from the styrofoam packaging. "have you been ordering different types on purpose?"

"i didn't know if you were a picky eater."

tears swell up at her waterline. "why... are you helping me?"

"you're sad." this man has no capabilities to be just calm about something, can he? the way he says it just sounds so aggressive, almost like he's imploring her to be sad just so that he'll be right. then, he sighs, broad shoulders going down, something like remorse on his face. "being a spiderman is hard. don't suffer through it on your own."

"i just don't want to bother anyone," she mumbles. "i don't have anywhere to go if this goes to hell, you know? what if i have too many issues?"

a humorless laugh graces his wide lips. "if there's one thing spidermen are good at, it's having issues. you won't be bothering anyone."

"you're busy all the time. with your monitors, and stuff."

"i'll be a good listener until i won't be. and i'll be a terrible person when it comes to advice. trust me, i know. you've seen the way jessica and peter have to reel me back in." he waits until she's done sniffling into her spider suit she's yet to take off, wiping her tears on the back of her hand. "but i created spider society so that we don't have to suffer through things alone. so. talk."

#speakizys #across the spiderverse

[thatonesarcastickid]

I dunno if it's talked about or not here (I'm new around these parts) but like how can a world renowned neurologist and a seventeen old kid who is a literal genius, not be able to whip up one good plan. They couldn't hash out the details before the spell began? Like a NEUROLOGIST doesn't have time to hash out details? And then the plan they come up with is just to make the world forget Spiderman? What about making the world forget about Mysterio? Or instead just using magic to literally anything else instead of a world wide mind wipe?

I mean I just rewatched no way home and the number of times, situations could've just de-escalated if people had just COMMUNICATED drives me insane.

Like maybe May could've been a bit more cautious and pragmatic while talking to a literal supervillain. I get what she was doing and I know that it was the "right thing to do" but like they're dealing with Schizophrenic supervillains. Maybe don't just leave them alone with a coat and donut.

And the entire lizard situation. They just dumped a mutant lizard with the brain of a crazed genius scientist in the back of a van and called it a day.

They also called up all the supervillains, gathered them in one place (full of civilians might I remind) and decided to treat them by removing their superpowers.

Like why didn't they just leave the supervillains in their cells, make the treatment at Happy's place and then treat them. Problem solved. Like what was gonna happen? Dr. Strange was out of the picture anyway.

Then the whole shooting at spiderman thing happens. But like aren't there laws against that? I know Peter was outed and as a mutate (mutant?) They weren't gonna exactly coddle him but straight up shooting at him? Despite him being a minor? Shouldn't they at least have super powered tranqs on hand instead of shooting at a 17 year old kid?

And aren't there laws against propagating a miner's identity on live, national television to several million people?

Also did SI just wash their hands off the entire affair? Is Pepper not the CEO anymore? Like they could've given records of Beck's employment and prove that he was in fact a disgruntled employee and not a superhero from another universe. So they just left the kid out to dry?

Another question, if the spell was to make the world forget who Peter Parker was, then does that mean since previous spell leaked on to the entire multiverse, people from all the multiverse will forget Peter Parker (Holland, Garfield and Maguire) or just Holland? Like will the other Peter Parkers remember meeting him?

I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS!

But it was a great movie. Frustrating to watch, but great. And it also gives an incredible amount of fodder for fanfics. And I always am up for that.

(If you actually read through all of that....then um thanks for reading and maybe help a kid out cos I NEED ANSWERS! )

#no way home #spiderman #tom holland #zendaya #fix it fic #mind wipe #frustrated #but wtf #dr strange

[wellthatwasaletdown]

People really think that Marvel signed up HS for five years at massive expense only to drop him because Eternals (in which he appeared for 40 seconds) didn't gross as much as Spiderman No Way Home, which was the third part of an already enormously successful trilogy? Have you forgotten the huge box office the After films get, just because they are about a character based on Harry? They get horrific reviews but Harries show up in droves. They didn't all sit through a 3 hour movie for his tiny part which was already online but they'll attend in their millions for a Marvel film starring him.

Work on your reading comprehension because absolutely no one said that.

Also, the After sequels have pretty much been flops at box office. The MCU isn't going to get out of bed for a $48 million box office gross.

And, you bet can anything that the MCU will "go in a different direction" with the character if his acting isn't up to par in DWD and MP or they don't perform well. That 5-picture contract "leak" is a rumor and, even if it is true, it is going to have a clause to give the studio an out.

[greyjackwatcher]

Me: Okay i have seen the leaks of the new chapter 352 from my phone and the reactions of those i follow during work and they were just so fucking good so i wanna go and read the leaks myself

Me: Alright from where are you gonna read them from?

Me: From the old site that i used to read the chapters of bnha and the comment section was filled with villain haters

Me:....Why? Why are you willing to put yourself through that experience again, they are not gonna stop hating them.

Me; It seems that i am in a mood of masochism today and i just wanna laugh at that

Me: Well you are one weird mf so go ahead

Me: *goes there*

The comments(like some of them are just so stupid that you can’t even get mad at them)

Person No1:

‘’Once again Dabi projecting his insecurities onto shoto.  Just because you're immature and choose to walk a path of pettyness and self destruction doesn't mean shoto has to. So shoto puts an end to dabis suicidal temper tantrum by freezing them both saving dabi from burning himself to a crisp. Looks like we're going the whole spiderman no way home ending heal and save the villains from themselves so they don't end up dying by their own bad choices 😑.’’

Like dude holy shit what other choices did he have, seriously please tell me in full detail what were the other choices he could have taken by this point, jfc dude learn to understand in-character perspective. Also you seem to clearly forget that shouto was in fact on that path of pettiness and self-destruction, though in a much lesser extent pre and during sports festival, KNOW YOUR HISTORY BUDDY INSTEAD OF REMEMBERING ANYTHING YOU WANT TO REMEMBER. Also please learn the accurate meaning of temper tantrum before throwing such words around carelessly. I also see you being salty about spiderman nwh as if spiderman saving the villains wasn’t the best part of the movie that quite bluntly made me extremely like the movie so much, so i can clearly expect your reaction to the ending of the manga. I am gonna relish it. Also i don’t know about the projection of insecurities because better meta writers have analysed it and because i disagree just to spite you, plus i really wonder why i even waste my time with you given that all you do whenever i get to read the comments is bitch and complain and throw your hate about the LoV all the time, we get it you hate them, grow up and don’t make it a problem to all those that like them

‘’Damn horikoshi Rushing the hell out this story. This fight ended way to quick. ‘’

Nah dude the fight was absolutely perfect, you just wanted more slugfest and gladly hori didn’t deliver.

Person No2:

 ‘’Hmmm I hope the fight doesn’t end here otherwise it’ll be pretty underwhelming. Only way I can see this going is if Dabi just still fights to the end and well yeah that’s really the only way ‘’

...How about no? How about the fight ends here and the siblings get a happy moment, huh?

Person No3:

‘’don't think so, remember what the good old doctor saying that the only thing keeping Dabi alive was vengance and daddy issues?

Well, Dabi just died (I want to think) his organs must be screwed right now, was a walking hell Fire BBQ and not even recovery Girl can save him.’’

‘’I'm glad that endevour's sidekicks (specially Burnin) survived, I don't think Dabi is gonna live for much longer, his body is a total mess, his insides are ruined, he was an walking BBQ abomination, so don't worry ‘’

Man i have finally found the first person in the leaks saying that dabi is gonna die. At the very least it is just him, also be careful when you trust the doctor, he isn’t a reliable narrator.

Person No4:

‘’The fight between Shoto vs Touya ended in two chapters? Really? This is one of the most biggest dissapointing things I seen since I read MHA. The fight was anticlimatic and was mehhh. This is lame.

I guess I will be looking forward too seeing Deku,Uraraka and Endeavour fights than this,if this fighted ended as anticlimatic as this.

I doubt it will go the same direction as Aot. But MHA needs to do better with the final arc fights from the looks of it so far. Because If Shoto vs Touya just ended in two chapters this is one of the most underwhelming and anticlimatic fight I seen in the series. The hype didn t live up to it's expectation 

Nope this is final arc and Shoto vs Touya has been hype for a while this is far too anticlimatic and underwhelming to just end in two chapters. It's either rush writing or lazy writing. Horikoshi should just have made Shoto vs Touya in the last war arc no need to settle this at the final arc. What a waste of time.

Clearly you don t understand what is a concise story if you think Shoto vs Touya is satisfying to just end in two chapters no offense

That's not an excuse Horikoshi built the final battle for Deku amd allies vs Shiggy,AFO and his allies not just Deku,AFO and Shiggy.If its just about them only,this series should just end last war arc. This is the time to expand and develop on all the characters including the main characters,supporting characters and the villians and their fights. So far I am not seeing it.’’ 

I personally disagree with this because the fight was just wonderful and that the whole point was to help and save touya not beat the shit out of him, though i do agree that the characters could be a bit more developed though.

Person No5:

‘’wow almost like this was the main message of the story from the beginning. keep crying’‘

This was a response from someone to the no1′s first comment and was very satisfying to me imho, so bravo for saying something good to him because he deserves the shade. Also please don’t go insulting others okay? You lose your point when you start throwing insults.

So TLDR: This chapter was just awesome and with just some personal nitpicks, just perfect, stan Shouto for being one of the best characters in the whole manga and a true hero and have a nice day/night.

#pls dont rb #i just wanted to vent some shit i have been seeing in the current chapter #so yeah #now i feel calmer #after rambling a bit #metty don't look #it's about the current chapter #anyways that's all #greyjack.txt #greyjack has salt #vent #also i will try to not go back there again after finding a new site #i just had a masohistic mood today

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