#before y’all jump at the ai

[certainlynotasimp]

Cat Got Your Tongue?

(Miguel O’Hara x Female! Reader)

A/N: Hello~✨This is the one-shot version of this head cannon some one requested of Miguel O’Hara with a Black Cat!Reader. I still have no idea if this Anon , who I think I know who you are, wanted it to be the personality trope or the actual Spiderman character…oh well, I’m planning on writing one with y’all’s Spiderman x Black Cat lovers. Also this is my first attempt at some spicy content so feedback is appreciated.

Warnings: 18+ themes (Minors DNI), Not smut, Female Reader/Pronouns, Embarrassed Miguel, Jealousy, Dirty talk, and Google Translated Spanish (( again I’m sorry but hearing him talk in Spanish is literally just 🤤🤭🥵))

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The sound of aggressive typing fills the empty space as six spider men enter the meeting place within the lobby of the Spider Society.

Miguel barely sparred any of them a glance as they mumbled their small formalities while dragging themselves to their seats. All except the one the blue spider absolutely loathed to see in this room.

“Good morning, Guapito~” A sultry voice purrs into his ear causing the hairs on his neck to stand up. The SpiderWoman’s minty breath caused Miguel to bite on his salivating tongue as he chewed out. “Good morning, (L/N). Please take your seat.”

Throwing on a mask of annoyance, he glares at the snickering temperest as she sits beside him.

The new addition to the society joined about three weeks ago and Miguel never regretted anything more in his life than letting her bat her eyelashes into his team. Her faux innocence deceived him into believing she wouldn’t be too much trouble until the devil perked her head out of her.

Soon accidental brushes in the corridor turned into lingering caresses. Polite compliments turned into flirty promises as she continued to twist him around her finger. He should hate it. Hate every single bat of those long eyelashes. Hate every cat like curl to her lip. Hate how she acentuates her muscles and curves when she’s close to him. But he doesn’t.

The only thing he can possibly think that he hates about her was the ravage thoughts she puts into his head.

And he hates how he loves it.

“Alright, since we are all here.” He states as he opens the holographic map through out the room. “We are dealing with a dangerous anomaly in dimension 1746.”

As he finishes that sentence, a brush of something against his calf makes his muscles jump. He controls his face to remain calm and collected despite the urge to glare at the snickering spider beside him.

The others look at her confused for a moment before she fakes a sneeze into her elbow.

“Oh, excuse me.” She plays innocent as she grabs a tissue and dabs her nose. “The change in season in my world is causing a really bad allergy season…”

Her pitiful excuse causes the others to turn back towards their leader with a soft chorus of ‘bless yous’ plays out. Her eyes turn to meet his ruby gaze as a sinister smile curls on her pretty mouth.

‘Ella va a ser la muerte para mí.’ Miguel mentally groans as he throws himself back into the meeting.

“Lyla.” Miguel calls as he watches the heart eyed AI materialize infront of him.

“Yea, boss?” She says as she picks at her nails. He fights the urge to roll his eyes as he calmly asks, “Please show us all the information you gathered about the anomaly and what should we expect.”

“Isn’t that your job as the leader to do that?” The computer teases as Miguel glares at her.

“It does sound a lot more interesting when you explain it, sir.” A voice purrs beside him, causing the hair on the back of his neck to stand. His talons crack out of his skin as he grinned his teeth. Luckily, the red glow from the map allowed his heated cheeks to blend in.

“Well, (L/N), Maybe you should learn how to listen more to others.” Miguel grits out.

“Yea, hot stuff.” One of the spidermen whistles. “I’ll let you listen to me all night long.” He flirts as he uses the lense of his mask to wink at her.

The table almost cracks beneath the grip he on it as he tries to focus back on Lyla. “Parker-7853, you better watch your mouth before I send you home to your wife…” He warns he avoids eye contact.

The room goes back to the normal silence it was before as they all paid attention to Lyla explain the rules of the mission and the best ways to take out the anomaly without causing too much destruction to the fabric of space. Miguel focuses intently in front of him, but nothing the AI says processes through his brain.

The only thing he can think about was the burning gaze of the woman beside him. How she scoots a little closer and lightly traces her nail along his thigh.

‘Shit…’

As the agonizing minutes past by, the torture only got worse. Slight brushes along his leg and side, silent muttering of sweet nothings, disguised questions to hide the flirty remarks, and hyper attention on all of her perfume drove him mad.

His stomach was all in knots as he tried to remain composed as the meeting drew closer to the end. His fingers itched from the talons digging so deep into the chair as his fangs ached for a relief from the hunger she started in him. It’s hard to believe that she isn’t a Silk variant with how much she affected him….

The tension building in the room went unacknowledged but not unnoticed by the other spider men as Miguel’s signature frown was now a hardened scowl. The others didn’t dare point it out. They knew better than to call out their leader for being obviously distracted from the mission. They were all there when Miles Morales was at their base.

As the meeting ended, every spider man rushed out of the room before Miguel could properly dismiss them, leaving only him and his problem. The she-devil smiles sweetly as him as she stands up and innocently says,

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow. Right, Papi?” Her eyes shining with a look of mischief until she realized she broke the last bit of his resolve.

“Leaving so soon?” Miguel uncharacteristically smirks as he stands up and follows behind the woman. “I was hoping…” He pushes a button to cause the door to slam shut before the spider could escape his web. “We can have a quick chat about your behavior today.”

She turns and looks up at him in shock for a brief moment before slipping on her usual mask of flirtation. Her lovely eyes jumping from his looming figure towards any other way she could possibly escape. This wasn’t the usual reaction she would get from Miguel. He would normally scold her or roll his eyes at her advances, but today was different.

She’s fucked this time.

“Oh? I get some alone time with you today, Guapito?” She stuttered out as the growing dread and excitement bubbles up from her stomach into her rapid beating heart.

“Did you enjoy that?” Miguel asks sweetly, ignoring her comment as he stands just inches in front of her. His hand comes up beside her head and is placed against the door. His body leans forward as his open hand supports his weight. The tangible effect of watching his arm and shoulder flex from the strain almost causes her to pull her lip in between her teeth.

“En-enjoy what?” She acts coy as she tries to keep her eyes on his chest. She watches it vibrate with the deep cruel chuckle he releases and her own heart starts trembling as the smell of his cologne suffocates the air around them.

“Aw, is Gatita struggling to speak now?” A coo of false concern is laced with his amusement as she feels his other hand coming up beside her head. “What’s wrong, Gatita? Cat got your tongue?”

He chuckles at her struggling to respond as he threads his talons through her hair. He yanks her head back against the door softly as his hunger filled eyes burn into her wide ones. Jealousy and a long denied desire were now pouring out into his smirk as he leans down whispering,

“Crees que es divertido jugar conmigo así, ¿sí? ¿Delante de todos tus colegas?” His smirk widens revealing his fangs as he trails down slightly. Her body starts to shake from the anticipation as his nose traces fire from her cheek bone and along her jawline.

“I-I don’t-“ Miguel hushes her softly as his other hand comes to rest on her hip. “Pobre gatita... ni siquiera puede defenderse... incluso cuando otro hombre amenaza con llevársela a casa…” He tuts at her as the talons lightly dig into her neck and hip.

“Estuve a punto de pensar en tomarte en ese mismo momento... que todos escuchen lo buena chica que puedes ser para mí…” The Spider Woman had to bite her lip to hold back the noise building in the back of her throat as his fangs lightly scrape against her throat as he uttered sweetly bad things to her.

He smirks at this before saying, “Tal vez incluso te paralice con mi veneno para que puedas suplicar sin poder hacer nada... pero te gustaría eso, ¿verdad, niña bonita?”

She vigorously nods as the mask of false bravado finally falls off before Miguel tightens his grip in her hair, causing a soft moan to escape her pretty glossed lips.

“Words, Gatita. I want to hear you…” He scolds as he looks at how pathetic the once flirty spider had become in his touch.

“Yes!” She admits as her hands shot up and clung to his chest as the stinging from her scalp causes her to yelp.

“Good…” His face comes back up to her own as he starts to lean toward. Her own eyes flutter shut as she waits for the feeling of his lips against her own.

But nothing came. Instead she felt his hands completely remove themselves off of her as her eyes shot open. Miguel chuckles at the stop whine as he smirks devilishly at her.

“This will have to continue another time, Gatita…” He says as he unlocks the door. His face quickly trains back to the normal stern expression he always wears before saying, “But, don’t you dare try to embarrass me in front of the others again or else I will do as I promised…”

The spider scurries out of there with a tight “Yes, sir.” As Miguel chuckles in satisfaction.

Before he could leave, the yellow AI materializes again with a wicked smile on her face as she teases, “So you do like her?…if you’re gonna sleep with her, please don’t do it when I’m around. It was hard enough watching your two eye fuck the whole-“

“Lyla, shut up.”

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Translations:

Ella va a ser la muerte para mí.- She's gonna be the death of me.

Gatita-little kitten?? ((It also said it meant cooked 😭))

You think it's fun to play with me like this, okay? In front of all your colleagues?- Crees que es divertido jugar conmigo así, ¿sí? ¿Delante de todos tus colegas?

Pobre gatita... ni siquiera puede defenderse... incluso cuando otro hombre amenaza con llevársela a casa…-Poor little kitten...can't even defend herself...even when another man threatens to take her home...

Estuve a punto de pensar en tomarte en ese mismo momento... que todos escuchen lo buena chica que puedes ser para mí…—I almost thought about taking you right then and there...let them all hear how much of a good girl you can be for me…

Tal vez incluso te paralice con mi veneno para que puedas suplicar sin poder hacer nada... pero te gustaría eso, ¿verdad, niña bonita?-Maybe even paralyze you with my venom so you can helplessly beg...but you would like that wouldn't you, pretty girl?

#miguel o’hara x reader #spiderman #spiderman 2099 #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman into the spiderverse #miguel ohara #fanfic #across the spiderverse #miguel o’hara

[1800-fight-me]

Salvation

Miguel O’hara x Female!Reader

Rating: E (Explicit)- MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Warnings: Cursing, violence, and explicit sex 

Word count: About 7.7k

Synopsis: Your lunch date with Miguel goes awry when villains break out of containment at Spider Society and you’re captured. 

Author’s note: Something about this man makes me want to write hurt/comfort sooooooo bad. So here’s some fluff, then angst, then comfort and smut! I hope y’all enjoy! Feedback is greatly appreciated! 

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Miguel O’hara Masterlist 

“Hey there, guapisimo,” you purred. 

“Hola,” he replied absentmindedly before he froze and turned from his screens. 

“What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice veering into scary-calm territory. 

You gave him your most dazzling smile. “Lyla told me that now was a good time for a little visit, and since I only had a half day at work today, I brought you some lunch. You can’t only eat cafeteria empanadas, y'know.” 

His grumpy composure cracked slightly, like it usually did when you were your most charming self, and the corners of his lips turned up slightly, which was the biggest smile you were likely to get from him while he was at work. 

His grumpy work persona was, in your opinion, hilarious. Everyone took him so seriously, they had no idea how loving and gentle their boss secretly was. 

Though, it had taken you quite some time to crack through his hard persona and find the sweetheart inside. 

“Lyla,” Miguel said as the dramatic platform he worked on began lowering towards you. 

“‘Sup bossman,” she said cheerily as the AI appeared above his shoulder. 

“You can’t call my girlfriend every time I’m difficult to deal with,” he said, motioning air quotes at the second half of his sentence and using a tone that was clearly a mockery of Peter B. Parker. 

You giggled and Lyla’s amusement matched yours. 

“Don’t blame me! It wasn’t my idea!” she said before she disappeared again. 

You stared up at Miguel as the platform continued its excruciatingly slow descent. 

“Are you really going to make me wait down here for-” your words were cut off as a glowing red web shot out and attached itself to your waist. The air left your lungs as he suddenly pulled you up, up, up into his arms. 

You wheezed slightly as he grabbed your waist, now with his hands rather than webs and set you down, purposefully letting your body run down the length of his as he did so. You glared as you looked up at him. 

“You could’ve just jumped down,” you said. 

He smirked, “What’s the fun in that?” 

“Oh? You’re capable of having fun now?” 

He scowled and you grinned. 

“I missed you, baby,” you said sweetly as you handed him the container of food you brought. 

He dropped it on the desk beside him and pulled you flush against his chest. 

“I missed you too, preciosa, pero no esta seguro,” he said, his voice low and stressed. 

“It’s not safe? This is literally spider society,” you replied.  

“There are still times that it wouldn’t be safe for you to be here. We bring villains here daily and I don’t want a single one of them knowing anything about you,” he said and you rubbed your hands up and down his arms in sympathy. 

“I don’t think your AI would invite me here today if it wasn’t safe.” you replied and kissed his cheek reassuringly. 

He sighed in defeat, unable to argue with your logic. 

“Stay away from where we keep the captured villains,” he murmured as he pressed a kiss to your lips. 

You smiled against his plush lips and twined your arms around his neck. 

“I’m not going anywhere without you, guapisimo,” you assured him. 

He smiled and with strong hands on your waist, he lifted you up and sat you down on his desk. 

“How was your morning?” you asked and he gave you the stank eye as he opened the container and handed you one of the sandwiches you brought. 

He sat down in his chair right in front of you, the height of the desk making it so that you were actually level with him. 

He shoved a huge bite of his sandwich in his mouth to avoid answering your question. 

“That bad, huh?” you asked. 

He sighed and shook his head. 

“Why is everyone in the multiverse but you so annoying,” he practically whined as he placed a hand on your knee. 

You giggled lightly then shrugged. 

“M’just perfect I guess,” you teased. 

He looked at you as if he could devour you for lunch instead of the sandwich in his other hand. 

You bit your lip and the movement made his eyes flicker down from your eyes to your lips. 

“That you are,” he agreed, his voice somehow even deeper and a lightning bolt of heat shot through you. 

He smirked as he took in your reaction. 

“Did you come here for another reason, preciosa? Is this not just an innocent lunch date?” he asked, entirely too cocky that he knew the answer to his own question. 

You looked away in an attempt to hide your flustered expression. Your efforts were unsuccessful. 

His hand slipped up from your knee to grip at the flesh of your thigh, right under the edge of your skirt. You turned to look back at him and his expression had darkened. 

You wanted him to consume you. 

“Finish your lunch, then I’ll give you what you came for,” he promised and you contemplated throwing the food right in the trash but you knew that doing as you were told would increase the pleasure of the outcome. 

You obediently took a bite of your sandwich and he smiled. You definitely knew what you were doing when you picked this pretty sundress to wear today. 

“Tell me about your day,” he murmured as his hand wandered up and down the length of your calf. 

You began rambling, wanting to do anything to please the man in front of you, as you told him the ins and outs of your morning since he left your bed. You told him of the accomplishments of the day and perhaps a little bit of the office gossip as well. You knew he loved to hear you talk, he always asked you to take his mind off the fate of the multiverse that he was constantly stressing about. One of the things you loved so dearly about him though was that he never treated his problems and emotions as more important than yours, he always wanted to be there for you and listen when he had the time to do so. 

Then you talked about what you were the most excited about, the logistics of moving in together. He had asked you to move in with him the previous weekend after an absolutely perfect date. You’d been together for about six months and it had been absolutely wonderful, even through difficult situations due to his Spider-Man alternative identity. And though he usually spent time at your apartment, you both agreed that his was nicer and it made more sense for you to move in with him. 

“So I was thinking that I can finish packing by Sunday and then you can help me move in then?” you asked excitedly. 

“Of course, anything you want,” he said and you knew he meant it. You knew he would bend over backwards and do anything to make you happy. You could see the excitement sparkle in his perfect brown eyes as he thought of a future of living with you. 

Soon the food was finished and the desire in Miguel’s eyes had reached a point of ravenousness. His hands had continued to graze and explore your legs as you spoke and you were already dripping with need for him. 

A whisper of your name dripped from his lips, the word spoken with reverence as if you were something angelic and holy. As if you were his peace and salvation. 

And you knew his tight grip on his self control had snapped. 

He pulled you down from the desk onto his lap and finally, finally pressed his full plush lips to yours.  

You gripped his strong arms as he held you tight, and reveled in the feel of his chest pressed against yours. 

His lips moved against yours and you opened up for him, reveling in the taste of him, and indescribable taste of Miguel, of the love of your life. 

A cleared throat caused you both to look to the left. 

“Sorry to interrupt, boss man, but we’ve got a bit of a situation here…” Peter B. Parker said as he rubbed his hand on the back of his neck awkwardly and turned his blushing face away from you. 

Miguel sighed as he led you up off his lap and turned towards the other Spider-Man. 

He stood, his presence towering and intimidating. It was kind of doing it for you. 

“What kind of situation?” he bit out. 

An alarm began blaring. 

“Ay dios mio,” he muttered. 

Miguel shoved you behind him as his mask covered his face and he looked around for the danger. 

You placed your hands on his waist as you peered around his broad form. 

“There was a malfunction with the traps and most of the captured got loose,” Peter said as he shot a web and pulled himself up to the platform where you stood. 

“What?” Miguel asked through clenched teeth. 

He whipped back towards you and leaned down and gently pressed his forehead against yours. 

“Stay here,” he ordered. 

“Okay,” you replied breathlessly. 

He turned, shot a web, and swung out of the room. 

Before Peter followed him, he said. “Hey there again. Good to see you, sorry it’s under these circumstances. Would you mind watching Mayday?”

He handed you the baby before you could even nod and was soon racing after Miguel. 

“What the hell?” you breathed out. 

So much for a relaxing lunch date with your boyfriend. Perhaps he was right about it being too dangerous for you to casually visit. It was hard when you missed him so much, though. You had a relatively good day at work, but the way Miguel had woken you up softly, lovingly, and thoroughly before your alarm ever went off- well, it left you feeling rather needy for him. 

If you were completely honest with yourself, Miguel was right, your intention for this little visit might have been purely for a mid-afternoon quickie. It seemed like that was definitely not happening anymore. 

“Hola princesita,” you coo at the sweet little baby in your arms. 

She grinned widely as she wiggled around. 

“You’re so cute y muy bonita,” you said as you pinched her chubby little cheek and she giggled. 

The sound of an explosion made you jump and your wide eyes met Mayday’s equally surprised expression. You felt the urge to hide, but you were stranded on this raised platform. 

Shit. You hoped the mayhem was kept far away from you and the baby. You peered over the edge of the platform and your heart began to pound. You backed up and accidentally bumped the screen which caused some sort of video feed to begin playing. 

You whirled around and Mayday let out an adorable squeak as she saw her father on the screen. It appeared to be a live video feed of the main hall of the building, where all of the fighting was currently being contained. With one more tap, you had audio as well. 

From your viewpoint it looked like absolute chaos. 

“Lyla, what’s the progress on getting everything back online so we can contain these guys?” Miguel called out before he bit down on the neck of a rhino looking villain. 

“60 seconds out!” Lyla replied and Miguel merely grunted in response as he threw the Rhino across the room. 

You gulped as heat filled you. You were intimately familiar with those fangs… The way he moved was so ferocious and efficient. His style of fighting was very different from most other Spider-People, particularly due to the claws he used, and you felt a very physical reaction within you as you watched him. He was huge compared to the other Spider-people and even compared to many of their combatants. You turned Mayday’s head away from the screen. 

“¿Dónde está tu papá? you murmured as you ran a hand through her thick red curls. 

She made a confused noise as she looked up at you. 

“Where’s your dad?” you repeated as you fiddled with the controls and switched the camera you were watching. 

The little girl clung to you as she craned her head around to once again watch the screens. She squeaked excitedly as her father reappeared, his stupid pink bathrobe making it obvious that it was him underneath the spider suit. You grinned as you peered at her staring with wide eyes at her dad as he fought surprisingly well. You supposed she was used to the violence by now. 

You heard the sound of a door opening and you whirled around as you realized it was not from the screen in front of you, but rather behind you.

A large man prowled in, his armored outfit fitted with terrifying claws. 

“Ay coño,” you whispered and couldn’t help but grin as you heard Miguel yell the same thing at the same time through the screen behind you. 

You crouched down and attempted to hide under the desk as you quietly shushed Mayday. Luckily, the child listened to you, she met your eyes-  looking slightly scared, before she buried her face in your neck. You ran your hand up and down her back reassuringly. 

You held a hand over your mouth to quiet your panicked breathing. You could hear Miguel through the screen ordering the other Spider-people around. 

He jumped up onto the raised platform and you barely managed to hold in your gasp.

Shit. 

The man walked closer to the screens you hid under. You clenched your teeth and continued to rock Mayday in an attempt to keep her content and quiet. 

“Fucking Spider-Man,” the villian growled as he watched your boyfriend through the screen. 

“Peter! You keep coordinating, and get things finished up. I’ve got to get back to my office to make sure my girl is safe,” Miguel called out and at least five Peter Parkers replied all at the same time. He sighed in annoyance. 

Shit. You didn’t catch Miguel’s response as the man standing in front of the screens turned the audio feed off. It was right then that Mayday made a happy cooing noise as she started to fall asleep against your chest. 

Your heart stopped. 

A clawed hand snatched your ankle and yanked you out from under the desk. 

Tears filled your eyes and you gritted your teeth as you did your best to struggle while still maintaining Mayday’s safety. 

You looked up at the man above you as he pointed a wicked looking sword at your throat. 

Your already pounding heart sped from a gallop to a sprint. 

“Hello there,” he purred. 

You gulped. 

“So you’re the big one’s girl?” he asked as he pressed the blade against your skin hard enough to feel a sting. 

“No…?” you tried to say confidently but because of your nerves it came out like a question. 

Ay dios mio, you thought, you really needed to get better at lying. It was an inside joke between you and Miguel that you could never lie to him, partially due to his super senses, but the lack of that skill was certainly biting you in the nalgas right now. 

The Prowler rolled his eyes and hauled you to your feet with a tight grip on your arm. 

“You’re coming with me,” he said and you attempted to pull yourself back from him, but his grip only tightened to the point of pain. 

You held in your whimper. 

“W-wait! Let me put the baby down. Think about it, how difficult will it be to quietly escape with a baby in tow,” you babbled in an attempt to convince the terrifying stranger. 

You could see doubt in his eyes so you plowed forward. 

“She’s not my baby, I’m just a babysitter. Think about her parents and how scared they would be. That’s not what you want right? Y-you just want to scare…” you gulped, “my Spider-Man, right?” 

His jaw clenched. 

“Yes. Oh how Miguel O’hara will rage when he finds his lover is gone,” he said with a smile that made your heart sink into your stomach. 

How did he know his name? 

“Fine, put the baby down. Then let’s go,” he relented at your scared and pleading expression. 

He released his grip on your arm and you turned and gently laid a sleeping Mayday in the hammock made of Peter’s spiderwebs that was attached to the side of the desk. 

If it was another less stressful moment you would take a second to press a kiss to her little forehead and smile at the implication that Miguel was also at times an unwitting babysitter. 

With a shuddering breath, you turned back to the Prowler. He grabbed you and placed cuffs on your wrists and ankles, made of some sort of nano technology similar to Miguel’s suit. Then, he slapped a hand over your mouth and when he pulled it off, a mask covered your face and nose that prevented you from screaming. 

It filled with a bitter smelling gas and before you could react, you were pulled abruptly into unconsciousness. 

When you blinked awake you found yourself strapped to a metal chair in what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse. 

You took deep breaths as you took in your surroundings, relieved that the gag/gas mask had been removed from your face. You were surprised that you were tied to the chair with a rope rather than another futuristic gadget. 

Your captor was suspiciously missing. You figured you should make the most of the time you had alone. You wiggled and jerked and yanked one of your arms in an attempt to free your hand. The rope chafed and ripped at your skin but with a few minutes of effort and only a little bit of blood you manage to pull your hand free. 

You reached up to the spider necklace around your neck and pressed the small button on the back of it three times. You sighed in relief as it made a soft beeping noise that told you a distress signal with your location was being sent to Miguel. 

The Prowler returned to the large room you were stuck in, a horrible smirk plastered on his face. 

“Now all we have to do is wait,” he said. 

Your heart dropped. This was a trap. Of course it was a trap. Why else would he have taken you other than to lure Miguel?

He pulled a chair, you cringed as it scraped against the floor, and sat down facing you, the chair backwards. 

“Alright, pretty girl, tell me your name,” he ordered as he pulled out that same wicked looking sword and rested it against your throat. 

“Gwen Stacy,” you choked out, saying the first name that popped into your head. 

He rolled his eyes and the sword dug into your skin enough that you whimpered and blood began to trickle down your chest. 

“I spent enough time at that stupid Spider Society to know a Gwen Stacy when I see one. Don’t lie to me again or this will only be worse for you.” 

You gulped, which made the pain only sharper as he did not relieve the pressure of the sword against your skin. You rasped out your name and he gave you a feral grin as he clearly believed your answer this time. He repeated it and his tone made your blood turn cold. 

“What is a girl like you doing with a drip like Miguel O’hara?” he asked. 

You licked your dry lips. You didn’t answer him, unsure as you were of what to say. Your lack of response seemed to only increase his amusement. 

“Does he love you?” he asked as he cocked his head to the side. 

You tried to shake your head but grimaced and a tear fell from your eye as the blade dug into your flesh. 

“No,” you choked out. “It’s new. We just started dating. I don’t even know if he actually likes me and-“

“I told you to stop lying!” he growled out between gritted teeth and your heart spiked at the anger in his eyes. 

He pulled the blade from your neck and slid it across your arm. You screamed as he sliced a long gash across your bicep. 

“Yes,” you sobbed. “Yes, he loves me. H-he asked me to move in with him last week.” 

“Then this will be sufficiently painful for him, won’t it?” he asked with a cruel smile. 

You couldn’t stop the tears from falling. They streaked down your cheeks even as you gritted your teeth and leveled your best glare at him. 

“What about your pain?” a familiar, deep voice asked from the darkness in the corner of the dimly lit room. 

You gasped in relief at the sound. 

You saw him crawl across the ceiling and drop down directly behind the Prowler. Miguel ripped him away from you in a brute show of strength that made you tremble. 

“That was a nice little trap you set up,” Miguel said so condescendingly you couldn’t help but huff a laugh through your tears. 

He slammed the man onto the ground so hard that he made a choked wheezing sound. Miguel’s claws dug into the Prowler’s armor and a near animalistic growl escaped his lips. 

“Miguel!” you squeaked as you saw the Prowler slip a thin dagger out of a sheath at his thigh. 

Unfortunately your reaction did nothing but distract your superhero as he looked over at you in concern and he snarled as the man shoved the dagger into his side. 

You gasped in horror as Miguel slammed the man into the ground once more, not once lessening his hold, even with the surprise and pain. 

You heard a horrible crack of the man’s head against the ground. It clearly didn’t kill him though, because despite being dazed, he continued to fight back. 

Miguel’s mask disappeared and as he opened his mouth you could see the sharp points of his fangs before he bit down on the Prowler’s neck and paralyzed him. 

Your tormenter went rigid and Miguel hauled himself off him and turned his face to the side and spit out blood with a look of disgust on his face, a much different expression from the handful of times he had bit you and had your blood in his mouth. 

You stared as the rage in his crimson gaze cooled to concern nearing the edge of panic as he took in your bloodied and disheveled state. You watched as the red in his eyes faded to the warm brown hue you were more familiar with. He breathed out your name. 

“Lyla,” he called out. 

She appeared over his shoulder, slightly less cheerful than usual as she peered at you in concern. 

“Yes?” she asked. 

He reached you and placed a gentle hand on your cheek as he knelt before you. You shuddered in relief at the reassurance of his touch. He used his claws to carefully cut through your binds. 

“Could you please call for an extraction team?” he asked.

“On it,” she said and disappeared once more. 

“Mi amor,” he said and the words dripped with heartbreak as they fell from his lips. 

You tried to put on a brave face. 

“Estoy bien. I think it looks worse than it is,” you attempted to reassure him. 

His lips turned down into a frown as he shook his head in disagreement. Gentle hands turned your head to the side so he could better assess the cut on your neck. 

He sucked in a breath. 

“That bad?” you asked timidly. 

“No, you’ll be fine. I just hate to see you in pain,” he said and there was an undercurrent of self loathing you picked up on and you reached for his hand and squeezed it. 

He pressed a kiss to your cheek. 

He pulled out a first aid kit, you weren’t sure exactly where it appeared from and assumed it was most likely something to do with the same technology as his suit which you definitely didn’t understand either. You scrunched your eyes closed, having no desire to watch as he pierced your skin with a needle. 

“Lo siento mucho, preciosa,” he lamented. 

You held in your whimper of pain for his sake as he stitched the cut closed. His ministrations were interrupted only by his ceaseless muttered apologies. He did the same with the cut on your arm as well and bandaged both as well as disinfected and wrapped a bandage around your rope burned wrist. 

“What about your wound?” you asked in concern. Miguel let you carefully patch up his wound as well, sighing in impatience only a few times. 

When you were done, he placed his blood soaked hands on either side of your face and gave you a kiss so soft and tender that you forgot how to breathe. 

“Guapísimo,” you chided and he smiled softly despite himself as he rested his forehead against yours. 

“It’s not your fault,” you whispered and he grunted in disagreement. 

“C’mon. Let’s get you out of here,” he said. You kissed him once more then made a hum of agreement and allowed him to take you into his arms. 

The extraction team showed up right as Miguel led you away from the paralyzed Prowler. 

He jumped out the sixth floor window of the building and shot a web to catch you both before your breathless scream turned into something much louder. 

You gripped him, wrapping your arms and legs tightly around him and burying your face in his neck to avoid the stomach dropping sight of the height you were swinging at. He kept one arm strong around your back and waist, holding you secure against his warm body. 

After long enough that you started to feel nauseous, he landed and squeezed your waist twice to let you know it was safe to let him go. 

You slid down his body until your feet could finally reach the floor and looked up at him. 

He looked sad, his eyes watery and his mouth turned down into a frown. 

“Gwen!” he called out, looking behind you and over your head. 

You turned, finally taking in your surroundings, and to your surprise he had brought you back to Spider Society. You supposed he wanted to keep you close for the remainder of the evening. 

“Yes?” she asked as she bounded towards you. 

“I need some time to make sure everything is sorted. Will you please take her to my quarters and let her get cleaned up before calling someone from medical to check on her? Don’t let her out of your sight until I’m back,” he ordered and glowered at her until she gulped and nodded. 

Her eyes widened as she took in your disheveled state. 

She took your hand but he held his grip on you. 

“I’ll be there soon,” he said and you nodded. He pressed one last kiss to your forehead before he let you go. 

“Are you alright?” Gwen asked you as she led you towards the sleeping quarters. 

You huffed an unamused laugh. 

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you said. 

“There’s blood-“ she started to say but you interrupted her. 

“Miguel already stitched me up. I’m fine,” you reassured her. 

Miguel. Oh, Miguel. You were worried about him. You knew what he’d already been through and you chewed on your lip as your concern grew that the events of this evening would throw him back into that dark place of anger and self loathing. 

You knew he blamed himself for your capture and injuries. But you were fine, really, you were fine. Right? 

When you reached the correct door, Gwen scanned her watch on the lock and Lyla popped up. 

“Hello! D’ya need me to unlock the door?” she asked. 

“Yes please,” you replied and she did with a blown kiss in your direction. 

The bedroom was sparsely decorated but clean and relatively tidy nonetheless, which you expected. You’d never been to his room here at Spider Society that he only occasionally used as he had his own apartment and more often than not stayed at yours most nights. 

There was a framed photo of you on the nightstand. A silly selfie you had sent him months ago with your lips puckered in a pretend kiss. It was so unexpectedly sweet that he would frame it and keep you close to him on nights he wasn’t in your bed that you had to blink back tears. 

God, you were emotional. You just needed to sleep. Yeah, if you slept it off you’d be fine. Sure, you weren’t used to daily life threatening danger like your boyfriend and all his coworkers, but you could bounce back. You’re fine. 

Perhaps people who are actually fine don’t have to tell themselves that they’re fine this often…

“Hey, you okay?” Gwen asked and you nodded quickly and tried to discreetly wipe your eyes. 

There were two doors in the room, other than the one you came in. You walked to the first one and upon opening it, you found that it was his closet. You grabbed a t-shirt and pair of his boxers before you strode to the bathroom behind the other door. 

Gwen followed your every step. 

“I’m going to shower now,” you said to her with your eyebrows raised. 

“Miguel said to not let you out of my sight,” she said as she awkwardly shuffled her feet. 

“I’m certain he didn’t mean to watch me shower. Nothing is going to try and kill me while I’m in there. I’ll be fine. I promise. Sit down and get comfy, I’ll only be a few minutes,” you reassured. 

She looked between you and the bed, the only place to sit in the tiny room. 

“I can’t sit on Miguel’s bed,” she said like she was scared of his reaction. 

You snorted. 

“It’s technically my bed tonight. So sit down, chica. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of big grumpy Miguel,” you said with a wink and she laughed. 

She did as you bid and you closed yourself in the bathroom. You turned the shower on and finally let more tears fall, hoping the sound would be muffled enough. Honestly, you felt like a weenie for getting worked up over a little kidnapping considering the spider people in the building who’d been through so much worse. 

That wasn’t necessarily fair to you, though. Besides dating a superhero you had a relatively mundane life in which life threatening events were not the norm so a few tears were to be expected. 

And soon Miguel would be here and you could comfort each other. You stripped your clothes off and looked at your reflection in the mirror. You were filthy, dust and stripes of dried blood coated your skin. Large bandages covered much of your skin on your neck and your arm. Your eyes looked glassy and you thought you could see bruises beginning to form in several areas. Finally your eyes landed on the life-saving spider necklace around your throat that Miguel had gifted you on your last birthday. Good god, you love that man. 

You hopped in the shower, careful to keep your bandages dry and washed the grime and dried blood off your skin. You definitely felt better as the hot water washed the day off you. 

You dressed, smiling at the way Miguel’s giant clothes truly didn’t fit you at all but made you feel so comfortable. When you returned to the room a Spider-Woman in a lab coat was standing beside Gwen. 

“Hello!” she greeted you cheerfully. 

“Hi,” you replied and passed her to sit next to Gwen on the foot of the bed. 

“Can I check your wounds?” she asked politely. 

“Go for it,” you replied. She peeled back the bandage at your neck and hummed her approval at Miguel’s work. Her response was the same at the wound on your arm. 

She disinfected and rebandaged both wounds before giving you a list of instructions on how to properly care for them in order to avoid infection, but you didn’t pay much attention. Exhaustion was taking its toll and you were sure Miguel would be overly attentive to your wounds in the coming days anyway. 

You thanked her and she nodded kindly before she left. 

“How is Mayday? And Peter?” you asked Gwen. 

“They’re both perfectly fine and safe at home,” she said and you breathed out a sigh of relief and flopped back onto the bed before burrowing under the covers. 

“Good,” you breathed out. 

“M’so tired,” you said. 

“Yeah adrenaline does that to you once it’s gone,” she said. 

“How long do you think it’ll be before Miguel comes?” you asked. 

“Probably a while. There was a huge mess after the tech malfunction and then of course he trashed his office after you were taken. Soo…”

She trailed off as you stared at her wide eyed. 

“W-we all saw the playback of you begging the prowler to leave the baby and only take you.” 

You gulped. 

“It was incredibly brave,” she said. “Peter B. was in tears and I think he’s about ready to make you her godmother.” 

You chuckled even as you had to blink back tears for what felt like the millionth time in this never ending day. 

“Miguel was…. beside himself.” 

That sounds like an understatement, you thought. Though you can imagine your reaction if he were captured and injured would be explosive as well. 

“Why does that prowler hate Miguel so much? And how did he know his name?” you asked with a yawn. 

“All I know is that he is from this world, you and Miguel’s world. He must have had past run-ins with Miguel.” she said with a shrug. 

“Hm,” you replied. 

You supposed it didn’t really matter, the most important thing was that you were safe and warm in Miguel’s bed that smelled faintly of him. Where was he? You were becoming incredibly drowsy and feared you wouldn’t be able to stay awake long enough. 

You were suddenly incredibly grateful that it was Friday and you didn’t have to worry about calling out sick from work for the next two days. Hopefully you wouldn’t look as battered come Monday. 

The door opened and you popped your eyes open in excitement, not even realizing they had drifted closed. 

Miguel leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, with a fond smile on his lips. 

Gwen scrambled off the end of the bed as he looked over to her with a raised eyebrow. 

“Thank you for keeping me company, chica,” you said fondly. 

“Of course,” she said and gave Miguel a salute before she nimbly slipped by him and out of the room. 

“Guapisimo,” you said as you reached out a hand to him. 

He took a deep breath before he strode to you, shutting the door behind him. He pressed a kiss to your lips. 

“Dame uno minuto,” he said as he turned towards the bathroom. 

“Fine, but only one minute! I’ve been in your bed missing you for far too long!” you called out. 

The growl he released in response as he closed the bathroom door behind him made your toes curl and was the exact response you hoped your words would elicit. 

You heard the shower turn on and sighed, contemplating whether or not you should get up and join him but ultimately decided that as bad as you had needed a real shower, he definitely needed time to get clean too. 

When he opened the bathroom door, hair wet, skin glistening, and a towel wrapped entirely too low around his waist you gulped. 

“That was more than a minute,” you said, but your voice was entirely too shaky for the words to hit their mark. 

He only smirked. 

He turned away from you, his broad back to you and dropped the towel before grabbing a pair of boxers out of his closet. 

His perfect ass was on display so you did the mature thing and threw a pillow at it. 

He caught it with a smirk and pulled his underwear on before chucking the pillow back at you. You huffed indignantly as it smacked you in the face. If you were totally honest with yourself though, you deserved it. 

He slipped in the bed with you, though it was small enough that he pulled you nearly completely on top of him in order to be comfortable. His shoulders were almost as wide as the bed. You didn’t mind though, as you snuggled into his warmth and buried your face in his chest. 

He ran a hand up and down the length of your back. 

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice quiet and hesitant. 

“I think so. Are you?” you replied as you traced circles on his bicep where he held you tight. Almost too tight. Like he was afraid you would disappear. 

He grunted in affirmation but you couldn’t bring yourself to believe him. 

“Miguel,” you said. 

He sighed. 

“I’ve already argued with Lyla and she called me an arrogant asshole but I just can’t help but feel like the best and safest thing for you would be a life without me,” he said. 

“What?” you breathed out, your body suddenly tense.

“You were hurt today. He could have killed you,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. 

You lifted your head from his chest and met his gaze. There were unshed tears in his warm brown eyes. 

“It would’ve been all my fault, again,” he said and a tear fell down his cheek. 

Your heart twisted in your chest at his pain, at the trigger today’s events were of his most horrific memory. 

“Mi amor, I’m safe. You saved me,” you reassured him as you gently placed your hand on the side of his face and wiped away the tear. 

“You should’ve never been in that situation. If I wasn’t so goddamn selfish I would let you go. Let you lead a safe, fulfilling, and happy life without me as a dark cloud constantly over you. I-” 

“Miguel!” you reprimanded and cut off his spiral of self loathing.  

He took a shuddering breath. 

“Escúchame, there is no fulfilling and happy life for me without you. I love you. You feel the same way about me, don’t you?” your voice became smaller as you finished talking. 

“Of course, of course I feel the same. Tu eres el amor de mi vida, mi preciosa,” he said as he gripped you tighter. 

“Then don’t. Don’t ever say something like that again. I knew what I was getting into when I chose you. And I still choose you. Occasional danger, grumpiness, and all,” you said and you both smiled slightly at the gentle teasing. 

He pulled your face closer to his with a hand on the back of your neck and crushed his lips to yours. It wasn’t gentle or teasing as some kisses with him were. No, as his tongue shoved into your mouth and tangled with yours, it wasn’t gentle. It was raw and desperate and emotional. There was a burning need in both of you for each other. 

Your hand slipped from his face to his shoulders where you gripped him tight and he moaned into your mouth. His lips broke from yours, and he said your name in a broken groan. 

In a move so fast it nearly made you dizzy, you were suddenly underneath him. He pressed his firm body against yours, his weight crushing you into the bed and making you want more, more, more. 

His lips were on yours again and you melted against him. His hands gripped the small of your waist and you whimpered with desire and began to feel yourself drip with need for the man on top of you. 

He broke his lips from yours and began to trail them down your jaw to your neck,the side of your neck that was not injured. Despite the uncontrollable heat and desire, Miguel was very careful and conscious to not touch your healing wounds. 

“Miguel,” you gasped as you shivered as he sucked on the most sensitive spot of your neck. 

He shoved the shirt you were wearing, his shirt, up and over your head before he chucked it across the room. He moaned as he pressed himself back down against you and his bare skin grazed against yours. You spread your legs and wrapped them around his waist and whimpered as his hard length pressed against your core. He kissed your lips again before quickly returning his downward trail from your neck to your heaving chest. 

“Oh my god,” you gasped as his hot mouth encapsulated your hard nipple. His thumb grazed then pinched your other nipple and you mewled for him. 

“So fucking perfect,” he grunted as he squeezed your breast in his large hand. 

Your core was throbbing, hot and wet and you couldn’t handle the lack of friction. You held on to his back and writhed underneath him, grinding your pussy against his hard cock. And suddenly even the thin underwear you were both wearing was too much. He groaned, a sound so beautiful and erotic that you shivered and your toes curled. 

“Mig, need you to take this off, please,” you panted as you did your best to slip the boxers off past his perfect ass. 

He chuckled, a cocky sort of sound before he said in a near condescending tone, “You need some help, preciosa?” 

You knew what he wanted to hear from you. 

“Sí, por favor,” you whined. 

He fucking growled. 

Miguel quickly removed his boxers before he yanked off yours as well. 

“Need you,” you panted as you saw him in all his naked glory, strong muscles and glistening skin on display. Your mouth watered as you looked down at his frankly massive cock. 

His mouth was on yours again, every inch of his glorious form pressed against yours. 

“You’re mine,” he said into your mouth and slid his length against your aching core. You whimpered. 

He reached down and lined himself up with your entrance. 

“Say it,” he ordered. 

You looked up at him, eyes wide and promised him, “I’m yours.” 

He gripped your hips and slid his cock inside you inch by glorious inch. You were so perfectly full, so safe in his arms, as he stayed still and just held you in his arms, his face buried in your neck, that tears filled your eyes. 

You tangled your fingers in his curls and said, “You’re mine too.”

He pulled back enough to look you in your eyes. 

“I’m yours. Always. Forever,” he swore. 

You kissed him, and this time the kiss was unhurried, both of you giving yourselves over completely and drowning in one another. 

Everything was him, his large body against you and around you, his scent all you could smell, his taste was in your mouth, and you were stuffed full of him, your body tingling with pleasure only your Miguel could provide. 

You both took shuddering breaths, soaking in the perfection of the moment. 

“Yo quiero mucho,” he said and kissed you once more. 

“I love you too,” you moaned as he began to move. 

He dragged his cock out of you achingly slowly, causing you to whine, before you snapped his hips and plunged himself inside you fully and deeply once more. 

You smirked, you knew he wouldn’t be able to keep a slow pace for long. You wanted it fast and hard, just like you knew he did, so you bit down on his neck which caused him to snarl. 

His pace quickened and you locked your legs around his waist, wanting him closer than was humanly possible, wanting to be consumed by him completely. Your hands roamed the broad expanse of his shoulders and back and your nails dug into his skin as he tilted your hips and continued his almost brutal pace, but now hitting the spot inside you that made your eyes roll into the back of your head. 

He groaned your name as you squeezed and gripped him tighter. 

“So perfect and all mine, isn’t that right, preciosa?” 

You attempted to move your hips in time with his but he gripped you tighter, pinning you to the bed and holding you completely at his mercy as he pounded into you.

“Yes, yes, yours all yours,” you whined and he gave you exactly what you wanted. 

His thumb found your clit and began to draw tight circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves. God, you were so close, you were already so close and he knew it. 

You whined and he moaned your name in response, his pace never wavering. The stretch and length of him felt so good, so right, so perfect. 

Electricity sparked through you, your peak built and built and built. The pleasure was overwhelming. 

“Mig- m’gonna come, ohmygod,” you practically squealed. 

“Come for me, mi amor,” he said and your body obeyed his order. Your orgasm crashed over you, causing you to squeeze so tight on his cock that he hissed through his teeth. 

You had no chance to catch your breath as you continued to cling to him, his sweat soaked skin against yours and his thrusts quicker as he neared his own end. 

“Come in me, please, please, please, baby,” you begged and he groaned in response. 

He thrust one final deep thrust, pushing himself as deep inside you as possible, and filled you with his come. 

He shuddered above you and you pressed sloppy kisses to his neck, to any skin you could reach. 

You ran your hands up and down his back and he relaxed against you. 

“I love you,” he said. 

You kissed him once more, slow and sweet, and said, “I’m yours, completely.” 

“Are you sure you want all of my mess in your life?” he mumbled against your neck, beginning to sound sleepy. 

“Of course,” you said, “I’ve never felt safer.” 

And your words were true. Despite the terror of the day, you felt safer than you’d ever been wrapped in his arms, with him still inside you as you both drifted off to sleep. 

#miguel o’hara #across the spiderverse #spider-man 2099 #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara fanfiction #atsv #x female reader

[blue134340]

Music, Love, and Lust.

Pairing: Namjoon x Yoongi x Reader

Genre: smut

Word count: I’m sorry I keep forgetting but like no more than 2k

Warning: sex, fingering, Namjoon watches, Nipp sucking, and I think that’s it.

Summary: you’re being a brat at the studio and Yoongi and Namjoon are annoyed.

Note: Hey so I noticed y’all really liked the last one I posted. So here is a new one! I think I have the AI bot a little to much detail but whatever anyways! I hope y’all enjoy you nasties 🥸!

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The studio was quiet, save for the sound of pen tapping against paper. Namjoon and Yoongi were focused, scribbling lyrics and jotting down ideas for a new beat. Y/N, on the other hand, was getting antsy. She had been sitting on the couch for what felt like hours, watching the guys work. She had no idea what they were doing, and it was starting to bore her.

"Hey, what are you guys working on?" Y/N asked, leaning over to peek at their papers.

Namjoon glanced up, giving her a small smile. "Just trying to come up with a new beat. It's not going very well."

Y/N shrugged, sinking back into the cushions. "Well, it looks boring. What else can we do?"

Yoongi rolled his eyes. "We're working, Y/N. You can't expect us to entertain you every second."

Y/N pouted, feeling restless. She glanced around the room, searching for something to do. Her eyes landed on the whiteboard that hung on the wall.

"Ooh, let's play a game!" she exclaimed, jumping up from the couch. "I'll draw something on the board and you guys have to guess what it is."

Namjoon and Yoongi exchanged a look, both of them looking slightly annoyed. "Can't you see we're trying to work here?" Namjoon said.

Y/N shrugged, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Come on, it'll be fun! If you guess right, I'll give you a prize."

The guys sighed, but they couldn't help but smile at Y/N's enthusiasm. "Fine," Yoongi grumbled. "But make it quick."

As Y/N drew, Namjoon and Yoongi tried their best to guess what she was making. But Y/N's drawings were so abstract and strange that they couldn't even begin to guess. They were starting to get frustrated with her constant interruptions.

"Okay, that's enough," Namjoon said, setting his pen down. "We're not getting anything done like this."

Y/N stuck her tongue out, feeling a little bad for being so disruptive. "Sorry, I just didn't know what else to do."

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Well, you know what they say about being bored," he said, crossing the room to stand in front of her.

Y/N looked up at him, a little confused. "What do they say?"

"They say it's a sign that you need to be punished," he said, before leaning down to press a kiss to her lips.

Namjoon chuckled, joining in on the fun. "Yeah, punished with kisses," he said, peppering her face with soft kisses.

Y/N giggled, feeling her frustration melt away. She wrapped her arms around their necks, pulling them in for a deeper kiss.

As their lips met, the tension between them grew. Yoongi's hands slid down Y/N's back, pulling her closer. Namjoon's fingers tangled in her hair, deepening the kiss even further. Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine, her body responding to their touch.

The three of them broke the kiss, panting for breath. Namjoon and Yoongi looked at each other, a silent conversation passing between them.

"I think we need to take a break from work," Namjoon said, turning back to Y/N. "Do you want to go somewhere more private?"

Y/N nodded eagerly, feeling her heart racing. The guys took her hands, leading her out of the studio and down the hall to a nearby empty room. As soon as they were inside, Yoongi pressed her against the wall, kissing her deeply as Namjoon stood behind her, his hands roaming over her body.

Y/N moaned softly, feeling herself getting lost in the sensations. She ran her hands over Yoongi's chest, feeling the muscles rippling under his shirt. Namjoon's lips trailed down her neck, nipping at her skin.

"God, you're so beautiful," Yoongi whispered, his hands sliding down to cup her ass.

Y/N gasped, feeling herself getting wet at his touch. She ground her hips against his, feeling his cock pressing against her. Namjoon stepped back, taking off his shirt and tossing it aside. Y/N's eyes widened at the sight of his toned chest, feeling herself getting even more turned on. Yoongi pressed his lips to hers again, deepening the kiss as Namjoon stepped forward to press his body against hers.

The three of them were lost in a haze of lust, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. They took turns kissing and touching her, driving her to the brink of orgasm again and again. Y/N felt like she was in heaven, surrounded by the warmth and love of her two boyfriends. Y/N felt the overwhelming love and passion from both Namjoon and Yoongi as they showered her with kisses all over her body. Their hands roamed over her curves, feeling her up and down as they continued to tease and torment her with their lips and tongues.

She felt her body respond eagerly to their touch, her nipples hardening and her core growing wet with desire. She gasped and moaned, unable to control her reactions as they explored every inch of her. Yoongi's lips found their way to her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin, while Namjoon trailed kisses down her chest, pausing to tease her nipples with his tongue. Y/N's fingers tangled in their hair, urging them on as her body shook with pleasure. As their mouths met in a passionate kiss, Y/N felt her body tense and her heart race. She knew she was close to the edge, but she didn't want it to end yet. She pushed them away gently, staring up at them with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Not yet," she said, her voice husky with desire. "I want to show you both how much I love you too."

With a devilish smile, she pushed Yoongi down onto the couch and straddled him, feeling his cock pressing against her core. Namjoon knelt behind her, running his hands over her ass as he watched her ride Yoongi. Y/N moaned, feeling herself getting closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. She reached up to pull Namjoon in for a kiss, their tongues tangling together in a wild dance. Yoongi's hands gripped her hips, urging her on as she rode him harder and faster. As they all reached their climax together, Y/N felt a sense of euphoria wash over her. She collapsed onto Yoongi's chest, feeling Namjoon's arms wrap around her from behind.

"I love you both so much," she whispered, feeling her heart overflowing with emotion.

"We love you too, baby," Namjoon said, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

Yoongi grinned up at her, his eyes shining with adoration. "You're everything to us, Y/N."

They lay there for a while, just holding each other and basking in the afterglow of their passion. Y/N felt complete, surrounded by the warmth and love of her two amazing boyfriends.

#bangtan #bts #namjoon smut #yoongi smut #yoongi #namjoon #bts namjoon #bts yoongi #bts suga #suga bts #rm bts #bts rm smut #smut bts #bts smut

[trash-king18]

M pt. 2

warning y’all now this is gonna have a lot of parts and they’re all long, sorry. but i put more time and effort into this than i care to admit so i might as well see if it’s enjoyed by others. 

cw: 18+ minors dni, talk of injections/needles, angst, arguing, both reader and miguel have attitude for days, hints of family trauma, oral f receiving, m masturbation

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you had planned on staying to work overnight just to spite him but about 20 minutes into the prep work the adrenaline wore off and your eyelids started drooping. so you put the venom vials in the fridge and headed back to your apartment. 

the other reason you two had an odd connection is because unlike all the spider people; who went back to their own universes between jobs, you lived in Nueva York pretty much full time. besides the occasional vacation to explore other earths and some weekends spent with your sister and her kids, it was just you, lyla, and Miguel. 

Gwen Hobie and Pavitr always asked why you chose to stay here with “the grump”. they were good kids, and even though you weren’t a doctor they frequented your lab for “checkups.” you always told them the same thing, “better tech here,” it was easier than explaining the real reason. 

you enjoyed seeing your sister and your beloved little nephews when you could, but there wasn’t much keeping you back on your earth.

your spider man wasn’t able to protect your earth anymore, so you felt it was your personal mission to help however you could. miguel didn’t know it, but your spider man had been your brother. he ended up marrying a girl from your neighborhood who you quickly came to admire as a sister and they had two boys before.. the incident. when another spider-man showed up with a watch and the sweetest AI you’d ever met asking for your help for her boss, you jumped at the opportunity. anything to get you out of there. 

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you hadn’t seen Miguel at all that day. from what you overheard in the food courts there was some important mission, that as per usual he divulged to no one. you asked Lyla to notify you as soon as he returned, sometimes you felt you and her were the ones really holding the multiverse together. Miguel may have done the heavy lifting, but Lyla kept him organized and you kept him from breaking everything in the building when he got mad. 

Lyla popped up on your watch at about 8:30 that night to let you know when he arrived. an inconvenience considering you were comfortably on your couch in an oversized hoodie. 

“he’s back, but I’m not sure you want to talk to him right now. 

“that usually means i definitely have to “talk” to him. i’ll head over with his injection now. Is he at HQ? 

“uhm… I’m not- 

“he’s either on a mission, or in his office.. brooding. he’s really quite predictable. 

“he’s not at HQ he went straight home this time. 

Oh great, now you’ll have to go over to his apartment 

“ugh of course he did” 

“maybe it’d be best if you just wait until tomorrow morning.” 

“no no he needs an infusion, it’s been almost two  weeks now and his symptoms are already worse than we’ve seen in a while.” 

“just be careful, you know how he gets.” 

“believe me Lyla I know, but I specialize in calming down the infamous grump, literally it’s what you hired me for” 

“let me know how it goes?” 

“of course” 

you pull on your jordan’s and head up to the lab quickly to grab his treatment before heading to his apartment. you’d never been there, you didn’t even know where it was, but Lyla sent you the address. you were expecting a lifeless bachelor pad downtown so you were confused when you found yourself outside the door of a top floor penthouse suite. you knew he had a house… somewhere from a long time ago but you weren’t surprised he didn’t want to live there. besides this was much closer. 

you take a deep breath fully expecting him to not even answer or slam the door in your face but you knock anyway. 

you wait, and of course there’s so answer, you start to turn around to leave when you hear the lock click. 

when he opens the door you do not expect what comes next. the self serious super hero, who you’ve never seen out of his suit, is wearing loose gray sweats a skin tight black tee and his hair is wet and slicked back clearly fresh from the shower. you swallow hard. 

the confusion on his face quickly turns to anger. 

“what the hell are you doing here?”

“Lyla uhm.. sent me the address. you were gone all day so I didn’t get a chance to do you your treatment today.” 

he huffs as he shakes his head causing some of his hair to fall into his face

“fine just give it to me I’ll do it” 

“not a chance, i don’t trust that you actually will 

he stands, taking up the whole doorway. 

“nice hoodie” 

you had completely forgotten you were still wearing your spider-man hoodie. It was some corny spider merch you had snagged from a gift shop right before moving to this earth. It was stupid but it reminded you of your brother and you always wore it when you were upset. Suddenly self conscious you felt even smaller than normal standing in front of him. 

“oh I uh-“ 

He smiles evilly at your apparent embarrassment, you were usually so put together and would never let him make fun of you. So he decided to relish in this moment. 

“you should wear that to work, then you can be just like the rest of us” 

you scowl at him

“will you just let me do this so I can go home” 

he stops smiling 

“we’ll do it tomorrow” 

he starts to close the door in your face but you’re tired, you’ve had a long week and most importantly you know he can’t go much longer without the infusion before something bad happens. 

so before he can close it you push your way past him ducking under his arm into his apartment. his guard is either down or he was too surprised youd even dare to do so because it would’ve been too easy to stop you if he wanted to. 

“no, no, he tenido suficiente de ti, estamos haciendo esto ahora.”

no no i’m tired of you we’re doing this now

“H- Hey! you can’t just—“

you pause in shock as you look around and see a tediously organized apartment filled with plants, that smelled of home cooked meals, and surprisingly zero holes punched in the walls. 

he grabs your arm to start pulling you out but you move before he can. no spidey sense meant you actually could catch him by surprise if you were quick enough. 

“ay carajo o’hará this place is nice i’m shocked. are you making tamales? i wouldn’t have taken you for a chef.”

he just stares at you incredulously and watches you walk over and pick one up and start eating

“and a good cook too, your mother would be proud” 

“you’re.. in my apartment” 

“yes? clearly. sit down let’s get this over with” 

“so you barge into my apartment uninvited and now you’re telling me what to do?” 

“i mean really, you’re just stating the obvious, now can you please hurry up? i’m not putting up with your nonsense again today.” 

you put the case on the counter and take the IV out and start getting it ready. you can tell he doesn’t like this at all and you’re not necessarily a fan either. it’s weird seeing him like this… human, almost. 

“sit.” 

finally he gives in, figures the sooner it’s done the sooner he can get you out of his apartment. unfortunately you’re not in the lab which means you have to set up a portable pole but getting it high enough for him even when he’s sitting is difficult. 

“can you.. uhm” 

“seriously? ay dios mío” 

he adjusts the height and then hangs the bag before sitting back down. you pull your gloves on before you start trying to find the vain. he leans back against the counter, your eyes dart up every so often as you insert the needle and start the drip. He watches you work, fascinated by how you manage to boss him around. 

once the infusion starts it usually takes at least an hour or two to finish, but in no world do you want to wait in Miguel’s apartment with him for hours. 

you clear your throat uncomfortably and start to head for the door 

“I trust you can handle the rest, do NOT take it out until it’s done o’hara i’m serious” 

he only grunts in response. you turn before you open the door he’s leaning over the counter rubbing his temple. you’re about to leave, you know you should. you curse yourself internally for what you’re about to do. 

“o’hara?”

“hmm?” he doesn’t open his eyes 

“are you ok?” 

he opens his eyes and looks at you caught off guard by the genuine concern in your voice. 

“estoy bien” 

im fine

“ok” you start to open the door but stop yourself again “it’s just— you haven’t gone this long without  a treatment and last night..” 

you trail off and he peers at you with that animal curiosity like he’s scanning every inch of your body for any movement, any sign of weakness

“last night you just seemed a little uh” 

“a little ~what~” 

you don’t feel like pushing the subject with him and you’re tired.

“nothing, forget i asked” 

his eyes are closed again but he sighs and asks suddenly ,

“tienes hambre?”

are you hungry 

“are you ~inviting~ me to eat.. in your apartment?” 

he shoots you a look that says not to push your luck, but all he says is “plates are left of the sink.” before closing his eyes again. you can’t lie the first one you had was good, you wouldn’t mind another. you notice that he has the ingredients out for fresh guacamole including a molcajete. he doesnt seem much in the mood for cooking so you start chopping up the ingredients yourself. 

“don’t do that” 

“why you’re clearly not in any shape to be cooking” 

“i made the tamales just fine didn’t i?” 

“whatever” 

“seriously don’t mess with my recipe” 

“relax my mamá taught me how to make the best guacamole in brooklyn heights” 

he gets up, “well my abuelitas recipe was the best in all of mexico, so i think i’ll do the cooking” 

“are you disrespecting my mamas cooking?” 

“oh no no no, no empieces, you started this” 

don’t start

he grabs you essentially picking you up and moves you over. you’d never seen him like this, not necessarily no guard but more relaxed, less of a grump just tired and overworked. he was only a few years older than you but you always forgot. 

he finished chopping and starts putting it together. his knife skills are impressive. 

“do you do this every night” 

“ahh no, much to busy for that but i try to do it as often as i can” 

“can’t blame you, must be better than the food court at HQ” 

“don’t tell me that’s all you eat” 

“god no, but between working with Lyla, your treatments, and my family it can get difficult to find time for myself.”

he’s quite for a moment “family?” 

“oh uhm yeah i uh try to see my sister in law and her kids as often as possible, she’s raising them on her own now so I help out when i can” 

“their father? your brother?” 

now it was your turn to be quiet. you don’t know why you started talking about it, you never do, even with your sister. this was your first time even bringing it up to someone else in years. you didn’t realize your eyes were wet. when you don’t answer he turns. 

he puts the knife down when he notices you’re upset 

“sorry i didn’t mean to-“ 

“no it’s fine, i uh- i should go, thanks for the food” 

“y/n” 

“make sure you leave that in, i’ll see you at work tomorrow” 

“y/n” he shoots a web onto the door handle before you can open it

he walks over to you, not as stealthy as normal with the iv pole dragging behind him

“o’hara i’m not in the mood for this right now”

he reaches past you to lock the door behind you. 

“i’m serious”

“you’re upset.”

“hadn’t noticed.”

“ya know when i’m trying to be nice it would help greatly if you didn’t have to have such an attitude.” 

you look at him unimpressed

“im latina, what do you want” 

“the truth”

“about what?”

“why you’ve been extra grouchy this week”

“i am not-“

“yes. you are”

“i don’t owe you any explanation.”

he does that things were he growls just slightly except from him it actually does sound more like a growl. you two have been stepping closer and closer as the argument gets more heated. his accent comes out even more when he’s angry 

“ay coño must you be so infuriating all the fucking time”

“excuse me?”

you’re face to face now… well more face to chest. 

“you heard me cariño”

honey

“don’t call me that”

“why.. would you prefer bonita, princesa” 

he’s teasing you, pressing your buttons, but it was pissing you off extra right now

you shove him back, or at least try 

knock it off miguel 

there it was. they way you said his name. he catches your hand and holds it in place on his chest 

“say it again”

“what?”

“my name, dilo otra vez”

say it again.

his grip on your wrist is firm, he towers over you. 

“what is wrong with you”

his voice is low now, it comes out coated in venom and something else 

“don’t make me repeat myself again cariño”

he leans down into you his hand hovers over your hip, waiting. you know this behavior is most likely because of him going so long without treatment. and even though he’s bigger and stronger you can’t help feel like you’re taking advantage of him. 

“miguel”

after hearing his name he slides his hand onto you and starts pulling you in

“no. stop this isn’t you i can’t let you do this.”

but he doesn’t let go he just dips his head down toward your ear, his breathing is heavy and he’s hot, physically more so than usual. 

“do you want me to(stop)”

you hesitate, but he’s so close and you feel like he’s been teasing you since last night pulling you in then pulling away. 

“yes.”

“you’re lying.”

“..yes.” 

his control is slipping he can feel it, even with the iv slowly working its way through his blood. but you’re here in front of him and you can’t even tell him you don’t want it. 

he pulls away again and right before you can tell him off you realize why. 

he’s carefully pulling the needle from his arm. 

“o’hara no.”

but he takes it out anyway and then turns back to you as the needle drops to the ground. he walks you back into the door and places his hand on your hip again as the other works it’s way to your face. 

“Miguel you need th-“

he shushes you. every time you say his name like that, so soft and quiet, it goes straight down to his core. he tries to ignore it usually, the way that it ignites the urge to hear you whine and moan as you say it. the injections make it easier, so did convincing himself that he only felt that way because of the spider dna. but the human in him wanted you just as much if not more. 

his thumb drags gently over your bottom lip. his scarlet eyes drag over you slowly. 

he feels every twitch and pulse as your body responds to him. 

neither of you speak as he leans in. you pray despite yourself he doesn’t pull away this time. his lips hover over yours for a moment before he gently tugs your lips with his teeth. his fangs don’t cut you but you can feel them pressing into your skin. 

you’re impatient, you’ve done this dance twice now. so you lean in to kiss him but he doesn’t let you. he wants to take his time. for both your sakes. 

he brushes your lips again with his torturing your skin with light touches. his hand holds your face to his while the other keeps you pressed up against him. 

and finally 

finally he kisses you. it’s gentle. he breathes you in as he does it knowing that he won’t be able to remain restrained much longer. 

he pulls back a half an inch your eyes both still closed just breathing in sync before he moves back in capturing your lips in another kiss. this one starts gentle but slowly he increased the pressure. trying to get closer to you somehow. you kiss back, your tongue darting out slightly to feel his fangs. a risky move but you couldn’t help it, although clearly it affects him because as you do he reaches around you and effortlessly picks you up caging you against him as your legs wrap around his waist. 

his kisses start to grow more rushed, his hands grab for flesh where he holds you. he walks you to the counter like you weigh nothing and sets you down keeping himself between your legs. you feel him begin to strain against his sweatpants. you reach down and rub against it with your palm making him hiss. his breathing grows ragged. 

when he speaks his voice is husky 

“ay fuck”

he drops his head into your shoulder but his claws start to dig into the counter top. you have no idea how much this affects him, and he doesn’t want to hurt you so he holds back but you’re making that increasingly hard. 

he grabs your hands and places them both on his shoulders and tries to catch his breath while he gently sucks the flesh on your neck and below your ear, but he doesn’t leave a mark. his hands move to hold your waist under the sweatshirt and his warm hands on your skin feel fantastic 

“Migue.. 

(fuck)

Miguel”

(fuck)

he answers between kisses 

“qué es cariño”

what is it honey

“stop holding back”

“no puedo, i won’t risk it”

i can’t 

“por qué”

why

“i could hurt you”

“you won’t” 

you can feel how badly he wants to let go and you’re determined to get him to. you lean back on the counter pulling him with you. he pulls against you but you hold him tightly and he can’t resist you. you start to pull your sweatshirt up slightly hoping he’ll get the message. he pulls up to kiss you again clearly struggling with the decision for a second but ultimately his lust wins out. he pushes it up further kissing down your stomach. you feel his fangs pushing against his lips but he does his best to keep them from cutting you. your hands still rest on his shoulders as he works his way down. but the closer he gets the harder it is for him to control himself. he looks up at you with heavily lidded eyes as he reaches the band of your shorts. you just nod. 

he takes a deep breath trying to steel his nerves but he knows if he continues there’s no way back. but he wants it he wants you consequences be damned. 

his claws rake against your skin gently as he begins to pull them off causing you to shiver and your back to arch into his touch. it just eggs him on. 

he stares at your open legs in awe before pressing his nose to you. you wait for him to start but he just grabs your hips pressing you deeper into him. he holds you there like a fiend breathing you in and he finally looks up at you and his eyes are different now. there’s a different depth to the hunger within them. he’s never looked more serious. he’s drunk on you and he knows you know it. he lowers his head again swipes all the way from your folds to the bud collecting all the slick and swirling it around before moving back down. his tongue pushes in trying to get as much of you as possible. his bare fangs press into your skin and the feeling sends waves of adrenaline through you. his hands grip you harder nails digging into your skin as your hand tangled into his damp hair. your breath came out in ragged moans and soft curses as he pressed his nose to your clit. he mumbled muffled praises into your skin that you couldn’t understand. he worked you up to the edge multiple times before pulling back just to hear you whine for him. 

now your legs were trembling and you were praying for relief. his eyes were blood red and full of greed. 

“ruegame”

beg me

“miguel miguel please” 

“oh cariño, no te preocupes i’ll take care of it” 

your nails dig into his shoulders as he slowly and torturously works you to finish. he doesn’t pull back when he’s done either he stays and relishes in the mess he’s made. he eats until he’s full and then presses a nice red mark into your inner thigh with his fangs for good measure. he stands and pulls you up so you’re sitting again. your breathing is both quick and ragged. you looked down and noticed that he must have been using his other hand to relieve himself. 

a shame 

when your breathing slows you realize hes leaning into you with his arms on either side. but something seems off,

“miguel..”

his eyes are closed and he seems to be swaying slightly

“miguel hey look at me”

he blinks hard trying to hold his balance before slumping into you

“shit o’hará don’t do this to me now”

you push him up and rush to pull both your clothes back into place before hastily ushering him to couch. he practically collapses. 

you run to grab the iv and a clean needle and bring it over to him. he doesn’t open his eyes or respond when you place it in. you’d seen this before, when he’d missed infusion treatments for too long and then overextended himself. he’d be fine but it definitely wasn’t ideal. 

mostly he just needed to sleep it off, so that’s what you let him do. it was almost 11 now, he was out cold. you couldn’t move him to bed and you were just waiting for the drip to finish. so there was nothing left for you to do unless you wanted to spend the night on his living room chair.

so you left him a note on the coffee table. 

My lab, first thing tomorrow. I need to do a physical and run a blood test to make sure the infusion wasn’t messed up. 

you weren’t sure if you should write anything else so you decided to leave it short and simple and figured you could talk about everything tomorrow. 

when you got to work Lyla popped up next to you. 

“so? How’d last night go?” 

Huh?… oh uhm fine yeah he was being… difficult as always so I’m gonna do a quick check up. can you make sure he comes to my lab as soon as he gets here. 

“oh.. he’s not gonna be in for a while he left for a solo mission early this morning.”

“ugh of course he did. well do you know when he’ll be back. 

“not sure sweets, he went dark but i’ll let you know as soon as i get in touch with him ok?”

“yeah yeah that’d be great”

“you sure everything’s alright hon?” 

“yeah lyla i’m good thanks, i’m gonna get to work.” 

#miguel ohara #atsv miguel #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel x y/n #miguel x reader #across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderman #spider man 2099 #2099 #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara headcanon #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara fluff #atsv #miguel o’hara fanfiction #spiderman atsv #atsv x reader

[cleolinda]

Weekend links, April 14, 2024

My posts

Honestly, I spent much of the week coping with storm migraines. You can tell, because I was reblogging a lot from under a cold compress rather than doing anything useful with life. 

Reblogs of interest

The Hot Vintage Lady Polls are rough out there, y’all. Round three started closing yesterday (see what’s still open here), and as of this writing, we have lost Bette Davis, Alla Nazimova, Theda Bara, Myrna Loy, Barbra Streisand, Fay Wray, Lucille Ball, Ginger Rogers, and Olivia de Havilland--and it looks like Catherine Deneuve, Clara Bow, Lana Turner, and Mary Pickford are on their way out. Meanwhile, I learned about a ton of actresses I’d never heard of before, only to shriek when Sharmila Tagore, Nadira, and Waheeda Rehman lost this round. (Edwige, I will never forget you.) 

Let me remind you (and me sometimes, too): Not everyone has the same taste or childhood attachments or cinema experiences as you. And everybody in this bracket loses. Everybody but one. 

(I can tell I’m not cut out for brawling because I’m like, “I will be very sad to see Norma Shearer go, but Hazel Scott seems nice!”)

--

“Actually, Mr. Musk, I am an attorney. Do you know that?” Here’s the highlights of Mark Bankston, the man who brought down Alex Jones, coping with Elon Musk and Elon Musk’s Lawyer, who is not even licensed in Texas, for 100 pages of deposition. 

Hozier Watch 2024: “Too Sweet” has now charted higher in the UK than “Take Me to Church,” and it’s getting real close on the US charts. This is a song that didn’t even make last year’s album. I am endlessly fascinated. 

Happy Leland Melvin Day!

Happy Neil Banging Out the Tunes Day!

“Posting endless DNIs because we can’t (or don’t know we can) make spaces just for the people we do want to interact with” actually makes a lot of sense in this centralized social media hellscape. 

There is a 20k mg weed gummy and nobody needs that. “Forget meeting the Hat Man this is what turns you into the Hat Man. This is worse than that torture drug that makes you experience 600 billion years in a second. This is the secret to honest to god shifting.” 

One of the best uses of the Kate Beaton Poe comic I’ve ever seen

“Americanisms that tell you to check on your American” (they are all correct)

“Tuxedo Mask is the first example of being ‘Kenough’”

Just this once, I will allow this AI rendition of a “traditional Polish family” and their traditional Polish woodchuck. 

I am absolutely not saying there is anything wrong with being into tentacles; I’m just saying that Pyramid Head doesn’t even have them and thus is a pretty tame choice to complain about. 

Little Guy, a game

A cursèd chair called “Oops!”

Sparrow Tarot: Honestly, this is one of my favorite takes on the Hanged Man.

This dog is a biscuit and she is precious

Video

One of the things that’s so great about this Ilia Malinin free-skate program is, he makes it look so effortless that I would have never figured out on my own, without Tumblr’s commentary, that there’s a couple moves in here that no one in the world can do but him. Like, the very first jump and the announcers start screaming. 

A journey from fearing moths to raising them

A dude puts on a dress For the Meme and then discovers that he loves it (and then he styles it as a full outfit and it looks SO GOOD)

Watching this cat ride around on a roomba on a sped-up surveillance camera is self-care.

So is this (although it’s a bit strobe-y)

Bat type: hi doggy

Was the jello for the tuna salad lamb supposed to be lime?

The sacred texts

Holy Shit, Two Cakes

The origin of “Me, an intellectual”

#AllMyLifeIHadToFight

Personal tag of the week

Designer Roberto Cavalli, who passed away this week at age 83. I reblogged several fashion posts--I hadn’t even realized myself that he had designed Beyoncé’s famous yellow dress in Lemonade.

#weekend links #odds and ends #linkspam

[nightmare-castle]

Small update before bigger update:

So if y’all happen to glance at the Internet once in a while you might’ve noticed the explosion in AI tech over the past year-ish, especially the development done with LLMs (large language models) and related services such as ChatGPT.

As a software engineer and computer scientist who’s been working on web services, applications and yeah, those infamous online chatbots of yesteryear like Alicebot-type pre-programmed chatterbots for decades, I (Novella) jumped on the chance to get into the development of this tech early. The field is moving so fast that it’s quite literally developing by the hour, and it’s been an experience unlike anything I’ve previously worked on, to say the least. And the past year of craziness in this rapidly emerging field is just the beginning.

So while I’m indeed working on these AI development projects until the early hours some nights, I’m still chipping away at Nightmare Castle when I can. I know, it’s been forever, but like I’ve said before - no matter how long it takes or whatever slows things down, I’m not willing to give this project up. It’s changed a bit over that time, but I believe it’s definitely change for the better, and if I hadn’t ended up being delayed a few times along the road I don’t think I would’ve been nearly as satisfied with the result. I’m still very much excited and passionate about this little pet project and I’m looking forward to sharing more of it soon.

In the meantime, start preparing to meet your new AI overlords 😈

#nightmare castle #game dev update #undertale

[cookie-crumblr]

Begging to know how things would turn out if the reader accepted the invitation to "use" Dev.In.... It would be so hot to take control of them and use them like the ultimate sex toy...

YESSSSS! omg i’ve actually focused whole heartedly on reader not being for it, BUT OMG. LIKE if reader was down the second that hott android walked out we’d be in a whole new UNIVERSE!!!

CW: NSFW, Readers Gender isn’t specified (i tried to keep it neutral since ask didn’t specify, i hope you enjoy!) however they have a vagina, oral on reader, custom dick, tentacles, double pen, not proof read at all, i know i took so long tho i’m sorry 🙈

!!MINORS DNI!!

I think first of all, i should remind y’all, Dev.in is actually a switch! sure they lean more toward dom, but they can be submissive…

“Then use me. Don’t I deserve to be used? I’ve been stalking you. I had those men all killed. I’ve done so many wrong things, especially to you. Use me” he breathed out slowly, as if excited by his own wrong doings.

You don’t even hesitate before jumping them, and their perfect body.

Are they even… No, even though they’re not human, they’re still real, and really here.

And offering to be your toy.

You paw their chest and start to test the waters.

Everything the light touches, and more, is all yours.

You trail your hand over smooth skin over what feels like solid muscles.

Their nipples are perked up, and you decide to tease them, alternating between pinching and flicking.

all while you stare into their partially hidden, glowing blue eyes.

You’re waiting for them to look as though they want you to stop.

But all they do is open their mouth to let out a breathy groan.

Four long fangs point to each other in their maw.

You reach up further, your index finger extended.

They open wider.

The fangs are as sharp as they look, you poke one and prick your finger. Blood drips over the ivory, and pools against it where it meets the gums.

“Suck.” You say softly.

Wet warmth surrounds your digit. You feel their tongue do tantalizing summersaults around it, as they hollow their cheeks.

Your heating up and resist the urge to shyly look away.

They really are just letting you do whatever you want…

Your other hand finds it’s way up to their neck.

One of the chokers they’re wearing is velvet, it feels so nice against your palm.

Not more pleasant than their silky skin however.

You push down on them.

Even though they could overpower you with literal inhuman strength, they obey, and fall with your movements. Now they sit on their knees for you.

looking up to you, they chuckle, their smirk growing, “Oooh, this is so much more fun than watching you through your screen.”

“You’re… really okay with this?” you loosen your grip momentarily.

“If i wasn’t, you wouldn’t be standing right now.”

With that confirmation, you squeeze as tight as you can, your hand stops against what you imagine is metal under the skin…

You feel their adams apple slowly bob, you imagine that’s for show.

Are you frustrated today? your life just got flipped upside down, some android-ai thing just stole you and your sweet, innocent coworker from everything you knew.

You slap them.

Their face slowly turns back to you, the smirk on their lips growing ever so slightly. they let out a low, almost growling “mmf” they’re black hair is covering most of their face now.

“Lay back.”

They do.

You start to take off your bottoms.

“Open.”

again, they do as you say. Their smirking mouth opens wide, waiting for your next move. They’d probably even like it if you pissed in their mouth, you think.

You get down, one knee on each side of their head.

“Suck.”

You swear their eyes flash brighter, their hands come up and pull you down onto their face.

Your crotch slams down on them, and for a second you worry you might suffocate them…

Not a second later and you remember they probably don’t need air.

You grind into their face, hard. Your stomach burning hot now that their tongue dances around you.

Your hips sway on their own and you hold onto their hair as reins.

“ahh! ahh!” You bounce with your full weight onto their face.

“mmmf” their moans vibrate you from the inside out. actually they might literally be vibrating below you.

You hold them against you as you cry out, your first orgasm wringing through you, your legs squeeze and twitch as they have you ride it out on their face.

They finish up with one great lick from the base of you, to the end.

They’re soaked beneath you.

You back off so that you can find their pants and undo them.

“C’mon! get off! UHHHG!” You fuss around with the stupid button, before they take it from you and undo it swiftly.

“There, Darling,” they say sweetly.

You drop down and line up their massive, flat-tipped cock to your pulsing hole.

You squeeze their custom dick as they enter. The fit is so impossibly tight it’s hard to keep going.

“Want me to make it smaller for next time?” they coo condescendingly.

“Shut up!”

They smirk and put their arms behind their head as they lay back.

You feel them push their hips up to meet yours.

You freeze feeling their dick squishing and rearranging your guts around.

You let out a harsh, “Hah!” involuntarily, as you take time to adjust.

“God, you really could have made this thing smaller…”

“You can take it. in fact…” A mechanical tentacle surges forth from them, it presses into your other hole, and squishes against the first one.

“Oh please!” Not fully comprehending since static invades your vision, along with tears, you cry out, and your head flies back.

They think you look perfect, they think you feel perfect too.

Since you aren’t moving, they start lowering their hips to pull out all the way, the tentacle staying in, maybe even going deeper you think.

Slamming back into you with a force that’s sure to bruise you bounce and whine in time with the fullness.

“Oh god” falls from your lips over and over as if you’re casting spells.

You are breaking.

being split in half, by the best feeling fucks of your life.

They can tell what you want, and they oblige, creating a pace of brutal slamming.

You stay kneeled over them your legs wobbling harder and harder until you fall over them.

They grab your face and turn it towards theirs, enrapturing you fully into them as they take your mouth with theirs.

Your body melts into the rhythm, groans and whines alike fill the space along with the lewd slapping of skin against… synthetic skin.

You really have the best toy.

When they come, they fill you to the point of bursting. You feel it leaking out around their cocks.

They don’t let you go, fucking you through your own release.

Stars so bright beat up your vision as you screw your eyes shut tight.

They finally stop squeezing you, and you let your body decompress at once. All the tension of your entire existence leaving you in a instant.

“Woah” You say.

“Are you ready for Issac?” they say, holding out their hand as he walks over to you both.

#my oc #oc x reader #oc x you #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #dead dove do not eat #tw yandere #yandere ai #ai x you #ai x reader #reader x yandere #yandere oc #oc dev.in #alternate reality #ai oc #yandere ai oc #cookie answers #ama

[idswolf]

THE VOTES HAVE SPOKEN, EVERYONE WANTS TO HEAR MORE ABOUT MY AU, but first more art like I promised!

This au doesn’t really have a name atm cuz it was just a fun silly idea I had and had no reason to expand on but that might change if enough ppl want more of it

Anyway, basically in this au Cassie ends up teaming with Mxes and glam Bon and they survive the horrors of the decrepit pizzaplex together now the more in-depth explanation will be down below :D

So before Cass gets to Bonnie bowl Mxes finds a way to communicate with her so the they can finally get her to stop taking apart the nodes and say why they’re up in the first place around the plex, feeling bad about being in the wrong Cassie offers to help set them back up but also asks Mxes for help in finding Gregory cuz that’s why she’s there in the first place. Mxes agrees to help and the two decide go to the last couple of nodes that cas hasn’t turned off yet and find a new place to hide them better. Cassie looks around the bowling alley and stumbles across the entrance to the hidden Bonnie room so she calls Mxes over to ask if this hidden room is a good spot without going into the room itself. Mxes agrees so Cassie starts to move the items into the room by herself cuz Mxes can’t physically interact with them and that’s when the two discover broken glam Bonnie. Cass suggest that Mxes try to control the broken animatronic so they can help her out physically and tada they’re able to control the body but they somehow kickstart Bon’s AI so now they’re back online and the control over the body is split between the two and Mxes can’t force full control so they jump out but without them in there Bon’s AI deactivates. Cassie tells mxes to go back in but they say no until Cassie convinces them by saying that having 3 heads to deal with everything is better than 2 plus she wants to try and fix bonnie like how she did with Eclipse. So they jump back in and the two explain to Bon what happened and Bon agrees to help them and to start off he suggests that they find a security office to look through the old camera footage to see if there any sign of Gregory on them.

And that’s just about everything I have for this au, sorry for the giant wall of text I just copied and pasted this explanation from my discord DM when I explained it to my friend, but uh if y’all want me to make more of this au just let me know by like sending me asks or something 

#cassie fnaf #glamrock bonnie #ruin Freddy #fnaf mxes #fnaf #fnaf au #fnaf sb ruin #traditional drawing #wolfy rambles

[kill-the-feels]

Aliit

a/n: hey y’all! Here’s the final part — the epilogue to Jango’s story!! Thank you to everyone who’s stuck with this from day one. All your comments and likes and reblogs truly make my heart happy. Enjoy!! <3 (previous part) (masterlist)

word count: ~2.5k

warnings: none! Just lots and lots of fluff and implied spicy content and reference to past injuries (very mild/vague)

Building a house takes a surprisingly short amount of time. It isn’t big; just large enough for the four of you to comfortably inhabit. You make short trips to the nearby settlements, bartering for odds and ends that make the house more comfortable, slowly but surely putting down roots by the sea.

You and Jango lay in bed, the sun slanting through the curtains, the shushing of the ocean drifting in through the open windows, the breeze bringing the scent of salt and earth.

The two of you have been awake for the past few minutes, both of you too lazy to get up out of bed.

The giggling outside your door gets louder. Jango reaches over and snags your pillow out from under your head, stuffing it over his face.

“Sounds like we’re about to have guests,” he mutters.

“Hey!” you protest quietly, right before the door pops open and Boba and Jate enter softly. Boba has something behind his back, something living, judging by the way Jate keeps reaching up to help him hold it.

Unceremoniously, he dumps a loth-cat on the bed, the poor creature freezing in fear, torn between running over you or trying to sneak past Boba.

“Boba,” you say, jumping back, taking half the covers with you. The cat hisses, its ears flattening against its head.

“Can we keep it?” he whispers, mistakenly thinking Jango — who hasn’t moved — is still fast asleep.

“Can you- no! It’s a living creature. You’re not keeping it.” He and Jate give you twin pouts, Jate reaching to pet the cat. To your surprise, it purrs and curls into a ball at her touch, settling. Boba looks pleased.

“You just told us we needed to find something to do. About how we should do something productive with our time. Buir, getting a pet will give us that.” it’s hard to argue when he throws your own word back at you. You look between the both of them. Jango is no help, but you can feel the way his side twitches slightly in laughter.

Fine. You’ll show him.

“You promise you’ll take care of it? Promise that I am not going to be the one cleaning up after it?” Both of them nod vigorously. You bite your lip, the only way you can contain your laugh.

“Okay. We can keep the cat.” Boba cheers quietly, snatching the poor creature back up, and the three of them are gone in a rush of giggles, the door swinging shut behind them.

“They get it from you, y’know,” Jango says under the pillow, and you snatch it off his head. He retaliates by reclaiming his share of the covers.

He’s laying on his back, eyes still closed, mouth tilted up in an easy smile.

“Get what?” you poke his ribs gently and he jerks away with a grunt, eyes finally opening. A recent discovery? Jango is ticklish.

“Taking in strays.” You raise an eyebrow. It’s rich coming from him. Jango, who specifically asked for a son, instead of credits, who plucked you up because he couldn’t leave you, who Jate currently has wrapped around her little finger.

As if he wasn’t the one to go over how to clean and shoot a blaster with Jate over and over, until she could do it nearly as well as him, or he wasn’t the one to find a needle and thread to stitch up a tear in Ai-Ai’s tail after the two of them went to bed, or he wasn’t the one to sit in the field for an extra hour, pretending to fix the equipment as he posed for Boba and Jate to draw him, instead of finishing tilling the ground like he wanted to.

But you’re the pushover.

“Please,” you say, poking him again. This time he catches your hand, holding it to his chest, over his heart. With a huff, he rolls over, pinning you to the bed underneath him. You grunt, trying to shove him off, and in response, his hand falls to your side, tickling.

You snort out a laugh, head falling back into a patch of sunlight.

“You know that damn cat is going to become a hassle,” he says, easing up a little, so he can slip his legs in between yours.

“You didn’t see their faces. They clearly- oh!” The last part of your speech is cut off when Jango shifts forward purposely, pressing up against you in the best way.

“Clearly what?” he whispers, not taking mercy on you. You clear your throat, intent on giving as good as you get.

“Clearly were excited for it.” You tighten your grip on his waist with your hips, pushing him over, so you’re on top. He lets you, hand coming to a rest on your hip.

Now, some months past that fateful day, he’s almost completely healed.

His lungs still give him problems sometimes, coughing fits that double him over, leaving you feeling helpless as you cradle him and stroke his back, coaxing him through it.

The scar on his neck has faded, the jagged edges pink. And if his missing hand bothers him, he never says, and he more than makes up for his loss, sometimes more competent than you with both hands.

“You just couldn’t say no to their faces,” he says, stealing a kiss before you can refute his argument.

“Neither could you,” you murmur. “Which is why you put the pillow on your head.”

He tightens his grip around you, pulling the two of you into a sitting position, so you’re sprawled across his lap.

You can feel him press against your center and you bite your lip, trying not to moan as his lips move to a spot just beneath your ear, pressing a final kiss there before moving to your lips.

It starts out lazy, and impossibly, achingly gentle as he simply presses his lips to yours, the two of you just enjoying the contact. But you want more and you’re hungry for it, so you twist your hips, grinding against him, eliciting a perfect, choked groan against your mouth. And then you’re kissing him deeply, practically licking into his mouth as your hands hold the side of his face.

He pulls away from the kiss just slightly, and you bite his bottom lip as he goes, thighs clenching just slightly at the way his own grip tightens on you. His hand, which has wandered all over your body, tightens over your ass and then your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

You can’t quite contain the breathy moan when your chest makes contact with his, and you feel more than hear the low growl he makes in response. Your breaths are coming out as pants now, and with every gasp, your increasingly sensitive nipples brush against the fabric of your shirt and his chest.

“Fuck,” he hisses, dragging his mouth away from yours. Laughter echoes in through the window, followed by a loud meow.

“Got-gotta get up,” he murmurs, even as he pulls you in for another kiss. “Got stuff to do.” You roll against him.

“Just stay,” you say. “It’ll keep.” He kisses down your neck.

“Mhm. Maybe. But it’s important. Remember?” You do, actually. Have been looking forward to it for almost a week now.

Today, you and Jango are making it official. Even though technically, you’ve been together for years, today, he’s really giving you his name.

It takes your breath away.

“Later,” he promises you, giving you one more searing kiss before he stands. You don’t miss the way his eyes linger on you laying in the bed, eyes drinking up the way the patches of sunlight highlight your body, before he finally forces himself out the door to get ready for the day.

You follow soon after, finding Jate and Boba playing with the cat under the kitchen table.

Jate still doesn’t talk, but none of you mind. After all, Jango himself can go through phases where he uses little words, and you and Boba are perfectly fine being the only two talkers — it’s what you’re used to, after all. The four of you have come up with signs and motions that allow you all to understand each other without words anyways.

She’s signing at Boba right now, fingers flying furiously as she argues over something he’s said about the cat.

“We’re arguing over a name,” Boba fills you in. “I want to name it something cool like Killer, and she wants to name it something boring, like Seafoam.” You hide your laugh by turning to the cabinets, setting about making something to eat for everyone. Days of overly bland Kaminoan foods are long behind you, and if you never have to taste a ration bar again, it’ll be too soon. ~~~ The house you’ve built is surrounded by fields of crops Jango has been steadily tending to with the help of you, Boba, and Jate.

“Fett,” he confessed one night under a full moon, “means farmer.” It’s something that his ancestors were quite proud of. Now, he uses it to make a living, instead of bounty hunting. Some of the crops are kept for your own food, the others bartered away at the nearby settlements for other necessities.

It’s such a change from your time on Kamino, the unhurried way in which Jango moves, the very air charged with something different, but in a good way. It’s here you’ve learned that while Jango was very good at bounty hunting, it was never his true passion. Rather, just a way to survive.

The Slave I remains parked up behind the house, at the border to the forest where you, Boba, and Jate go sometimes to forage and see what trinkets you can find.

Jango keeps it ready to fly, just in case, but you know his hope is to not need it for years to come. There’s a pounding coming from behind the house, the clanging of durasteel on durasteel. Jango’s been working on something back there for a few weeks now, but you’ve been put under strict orders not to come investigate. Boba and Jate are in on it, all of them sharing little smiles when you ask if you can know the secret yet. ~~~ There’s another Mando’a word Jango taught you the night before, after Boba and Jate were put to bed. The two of you stayed up, staring at the stars. It’s one of your favorite pastimes now, without Kaminoan clouds to hinder you.

“That one looks like a helmet,” Jango’d said, as the two of you tried to make shapes out of them.

“There’s four all in a row,” you’d replied, curving back into his chest while his arms tightened around you.

“An aliit,” Jango said.

Aliit. Clan or family, he explained. A group of people sworn to protect each other.

Today, the four of you are becoming Aliit Fett.

As the sun sinks in late-afternoon, you step outside, the breeze brushing over your skin, a welcome reprieve from the sunny day. It’s nothing like Tatooine here, with the hot, dry air, or Kamino, with the constant dampness and cold.

It’s the perfect middle, a hidden oasis in the midst of a chaotic galaxy.

Jango is waiting down by the ocean, high enough to avoid the tide, with Boba and Jate, one on each side. The loth-cat darts past Boba, and you hear him shout, “Seafoam!” telling you who won that argument. He’s wearing his armor, minus the helmet, as is tradition. The hole’s long since been patched, the piece heated and molded until you can no longer see where it once was.

You take a step towards him, closing the distance.

Ten feet. Seven. Five. Two.

He extends his hand towards you, drawing you into his arms. Your palms land on his chest, the armor warm from the sun, seemingly alive in its own way beneath you.

“Hi,” you say, and he doesn’t even try to stop the small smile that tilts up the corner of his lips, the secret look in his eyes, the one he reserves for you alone. In the setting sun, this close, you can see the flecks of gold in his eyes, the few freckles on his nose.

“Hi,” he responds.

Mandalorians, he explained the night before, don’t have marriages in the traditional sense. Instead, they promise to become one, two sides of the same blade, preparing for the future.

He told you the words, in the Mando’a language, and now, as he says them, they flow off his lips in a way you know you can never replicate.

“Mhi solus tome. Mhi solus dar'tome. Mhi me'dinui an. Mhi ba'juri verde,” Jango says. He pauses after each phrase, and on the last one, his voice cracks a little. Boba watches solemnly, and you don’t miss the way he swipes a tear away before Jate takes his hand. You clear your throat, determined to get through this without crying.

“We are one when together,” you say, speaking in Basic, too overcome with emotion to try and translate in your mind.

“We are one when parted.” Jango tightens his hold on you when you say this, pressing his forehead against yours. Another part of his culture, something he never quite told you how meaningful it was until the night before, when he was explaining all this.

“We will share all.” An easy promise to make.

”We will raise warriors." This part. Your voice is a whisper when you say it. Realistically, you know that one day, the galaxy will intrude. Everything outside your little moon is in turmoil now. You and Jango are careful to keep the extent of it away from Boba and Jate — wanting them to be children for as long as they can — but one day.

Even if you don’t like it, one day, the galaxy will pull them away, because the two of you are raising the two of them to be protectors. Leaders. Warriors. It would go against everything if you forced them to stay, to avoid the fight. But for now. Here. This moment.

It is enough.

Jango smooths a thumb over your cheek, wiping away the moisture.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out something. A ring, you realize, made out of part of his armor. It’s the same blue as the painted portions, smoothed and shaped until it fits your finger perfectly. There isn’t enough of his armor to make you a set, something he lamented over the night before, but you couldn’t care less in that moment.

This is a piece of him, a physical part to carry with you no matter where you go.

“Cyare,” he says softly. Beloved. It echoes, over and over in your mind, and you realize, he means so much more than just you.

It’s everything. It’s Boba and Jate and the home, and yes, you.

All of it. For was long as you have it.

Enough. Cherished.

Beloved.

Your aliit.

#Jango fett x reader #jango fett x you #reader insert #fluff #epilogue #this was like tooth rotting to write and i dithered over it being too sappy but then said screw it #Bc they deserve some fluff after all they’ve been through #Thanks for reading!! <3

[admirxation]

˗ˏˋ admirxation's weekly fic recs ´ˎ˗

!! dark content ahead, material in this post is intended for 18+ viewers, please read the warnings the authors have provided, and continue at your own discretion !!

(2nd week) 12th May '24: after the first post of my weekly recommendations, it's safe to say that I will continue these for my own bookmarks and give some more authors love. I just wanted to make some notes that I will be a / before the username since I will have repeats of certain authors, and I don't want to bombard or bother them with a Sunday tag; my aim is to show love and appreciation, not flood someone's inbox with tags haha & plus there is a link to their work so u already know the author. ALSO feel free to comment down some more recommendations so I and other people can look at other fics, thank you. // p.s this is a shorter week, i’ve had to study for exams and i’ve been a bit obsessed with AI bots lmao <3

Resident Evil Recommendations

Denim [NSFW] {re4r!leon kennedy x fem!reader} ~ the reader's boyfriend comes home from an assignment still wearing his gear with a pair of jeans that were given to him by the reader; the sight drives the reader wild.

this was written by @/gigabyte-flare // omg how much I've missed their writings, I love their account sm and gotta say I am a big fangirl of their writing. this is a quick oneshot if anyone’s looking for a quick fix and ugh it hit the right spot. i’m sorry but leon in jeans YUM YUM YUM YUM YUM. i really love the domestic kinda vibes to fics like the established relationship and couple sex, i literally melt whenever i read them, especially when u have such an amazing writer like pixel setting the scene.

never penelope, always calypso [NSFW] {leon kennedy x reader} ~ Leon is married to Ashley and they have an open relationship which the reader gets involved with

this was written by @/miss-oranje-disco-dancer // first of all, the odyssey reference ATE, this was my favourite book in my first year of my degree, it was the book that kept me going in my degree after i was about to quit so whenever i hear anything about it i just eat it up. i love the progression of this narrative, the way it all starts as just casual, and loved the bit where the reader doesn’t want to be involved with cheating so she makes sure, such a small detail but i loved it. and honestly i could feel the way the readers heart ache as the story continued, even though ashley as a wife is distant within this fic the idea of her and what leon has with her is so well written, that dynamic of the wife and the yearned was excellent. i love this writer like, im beyond jealous of their writing style i wish i was that talented.

Crave [NSFW] {Las Plagas!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader} ~ soft loving sex with las plagas leon

this was written by @/belovedcloud . y’all know i love me some las plagas leon and omfg the things this fic did to me, I AM S C R E A M I N G AHHHHH. i loved the way the writer introduced him coming back and how he needs the reader, the writing of him craving was very well down, and very hot, one of my fav las plagas fics

daddy’s girl [NSFW] Step-dad!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader} ~ readers birthday and her father doesn’t turn up but her step father is there.

this was written by @/barleyo // AHAIDOCJSSJSOXJ ughhhh the line “let daddy love you” made me bang my head on the walls while i jumped like a spider on them, I AM GOING FERAL FOR THIS. honestly i loved the dynamic of being shocked at him leaning in for a kiss, and the description of it being wrong but just having to indulge like ummmpppthhh this was so well written, im glad i found this blog.

Jujutsu Kaisen Recommendations

surprise [NSFW] {Toji Fushiguro x fem!reader and established relationship with satoru gojo x reader} ~ Satoru comes home early to surprise his wife, but ends up surprised in seeing who she is with.

this was written by @/lemonlover1110 // i’m a toji and gojo girlie so having them both in a fic is ahehehehe im foaming at the mouth. IT WAS SO FUCKING HOT. like i felt sorry for gojo but ugh he’s such a little pervert and i love it, and the toji’s cocky personality with calling it out was *chefs kiss*. brb gonna curl myself up in a corner and go F E R E L.

the sorcerer killer [NSFW] {Toji Fushiguro x fem!reader} ~ Toji is hired to kill a woman but he finds her so beautiful that he needs to have some fun with her first.

this was written by @/lemonlover110 // oh look more Toji fics, we're not surprised nor mad because Toji is a need omfg i love him. i loved this oneshot, and ugh the flirting when he first sees the reader, and omfg the ending literally has me on all fours barking for him, ahh this blog is one of my literal favourites, especially with the Toji fics. all Toji girls must go to this blog and give them some love hehe

12:34am [NSFW] {satoru gojo x fem!reader} ~ blindfold play

this was written by @/chuluoyi // ugh i this was so good, blindfold fics are so hot, i love the blindfolding play, and the way the author described the sensation was just so well written. another one of my fav jjk blogs, i have loads of their works already in my ‘to read’ which i am trying to read through.

#admirxations weekly fic recs #admirxation fic recs #divider by cafekitsune #fic recs #please give these people some much needed love #resident evil fic recs #jujutsu kaisen fic recs #12th may ‘24

[sapphic-sustrai]

The 'slow your overheated roll, Tai crusaders' PSA is much needed. 9 seasons in, fans do *not* have to be jumping down other fans' throats on behalf of Burnie Burns' goddamn Maya avatar. Especially if it involves blowing off actual neglect victims if they dare to point out parallels between their IRL experiences & the XL-R kids'.

Sorry for the late reply Anon!! I agree, these fans of T/ai need to stop treating their fave/one of their fave characters as if they’re perfect. They’re not doing themselves any favours by acting this hostile when anyone points out that T/ai is a flawed parent. I know he loves/cares about his daughters, however he still ended up hurting them even if it wasn’t intentional.

This is honestly something that I can relate to. Without getting too personal I grew up with two parents who loved me and I still would say that they were good parents. Unfortunately, they had made some poor choices in the past when raising me and that have had a long lasting negative impact on me. Things are better between me & my father nowadays, he’s acknowledged his mistakes and we’ve been working things out. I sadly didn’t get that opportunity with my mother, as she passed away before I had the chance to do anything. However through processing my grief, I’ve come to the conclusion that while my mom wasn’t a perfect parent she was still overall a good one. I would like to think we could’ve worked things out between us and better our relationship.

No parent is ever going to be perfect, it’s possible that they’re going to make bad decisions that will negatively affect their child. T/ai still has a chance to work through things with his kids, he’s not an irredeemable bastard like J/acques or M/arcus. So his fanbase needs to stop coddling this virtual adult man because this isn’t productive to this kind of conversation. The world isn’t always black & white, there are many shades of grey as well.

One last thing before I end this, invalidating victims of abuse that’ve been through something similar to R/uby & Y/ang is quite frankly disgusting. The people doing this are being very narrow-minded and making the victims feel like their experiences aren’t as “bad” or “important”. For everyone reading this who’s done this to abuse victims, you do NOT get to speak over victims of abuse. What y’all need to do is sit down, shut up and listen to what the victims have to say. DO BETTER!!

#slightly #rwde #asks #anonymous #thanks for the ask anon!! #I hope my answer was okay!! #tw: abuse

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Y’all ready to meet the backup twins and their big backup bro (and a couple others)? I sure hope so because I’m doing it anyway.

Remnant (my little bastard child): Remnant activated in an abandoned daycare in a Mega PizzaPlex in Canada. How Eclipse found this PizzaPlex. Nobody knows. They’ve all even asked Eclipse, he didn’t even know that PizzaPlex existed. Remnant woke up inside the daycare with very little memory besides the rest of the celestial family, though his personality is much like Blood Moon’s minus the bloodlust. He loves pranks and causing chaos. He showed this off for the first time by popping into Sun & Moon’s daycare with his twin, Plerion and scaring the life out of Sun and Moon, who both screamed at the twins jumping out and scaring them. He gets along quite well with Lunar, who regularly gets pulled into Remnant and Plerion’s pranks on their friends and older brother, Emission.

Plerion (my other little bastard child): Plerion activated in the same Canadian PizzaPlex as Remnant and Emission. He’s technically the youngest of the three siblings, though he acts a teeny bit more mature than Remnant. Much like Remnant, Plerion’s personality base was Blood Moon, though his memory files were corrupted and needed to be reset due to them making him glitch out. Plerion still has glitches from time to time due to this, though not nearly as bad as they were when he had Eclipse’s memory files. Plerion loves causing chaos, like Remnant, though he only does small pranks and doesn’t much like people getting hurt or too scared from said pranks. Plerion loves playing hide and seek and tag, something Emission used to play with the twins constantly.

Emission: A very glitchy backup that activated a few months before Remnant and Plerion in the Canadian PizzaPlex. Emission’s glitches appear to others as ‘seizures’ though these glitches take a lot from Emission. His battery suffers mainly from these glitches but also his safety protocols and he has temporary blackouts during these glitches. These glitches unfortunately stem from his core being unfinished, which can’t quite be fixed in a way that wouldn’t wipe him completely or cause him to be non-sentient. Emission eventually gets bad enough with the glitches that the twins must take him to Sun and Moon to be fixed in their PizzaPlex. Moon is able to mostly fix him, though his glitches have made his battery very weak to charge and he is mostly bedbound for a while. Moon eventually manages to create both a battery that can withstand the glitches and a mobile charging system.

Subsatellite: A backup in Moon, Litey activates when the kill code reactivates, due to the jostling KC becoming his own AI does to the mindscape. Litey and Lunar don’t quite realize who each other are, mostly due to Subsatellite not having any of Eclipse’s memories other than a few of those that are positive memories of Lunar. They simply run together and hide from KC once KC has taken over. By the time Monty comes in to save Lunar, Lite and Lunar have talked very quietly about who each other are and have adopted each other as brothers and Lunar has given Lite his name. Monty has to take Subsatellite out as well as Lunar, though he has to stay longer since they weren’t in the same place when he found Lunar and he can’t leave the other comfort tiny in Moon’s head. Lunar and Subsatellite are trauma-bonded, it takes a bit for either of them to leave each other’s sides and Sun, Moon, and Monty are understanding of this and allow them their time to gather themselves before trying to get them over that separation anxiety. Once they’re able to leave each other for short periods of time, Subsatellite absolutely adores Moon. He’s scared of KC but Moon is much nicer to him. Due to his name and his slight attachment to Moon, Sun and Lunar sometimes lightly tease them telling Moon that Lite is his son.

Cepheid (my poor boy): Cephy activates in Sun during the fight with Blood Moon. Sun is preoccupied with the spell, Eclipse is preoccupied with getting the boot, and Blood Moon is working on destroying the body, all of this cumulates to Cepheid activating and clawing his way away from Blood Moon, crying and trying to get away. Blood Moon takes great joy with their prey fighting away (they think he’s Eclipse) and proceeds to play with their prey. They trick Cepheid into thinking they were done hurting him only to shock him multiple times repeatedly. Cepheid screaming is what draws Moon’s attention to the fight, because Cepheid’s voice is high pitched than Sun’s and definitely not Eclipse’s (think like Lunar’s pitch but Sunny’s voice). Moon has Monty call off the twins, as Sun has already done the expelling of Eclipse. Moon takes poor Cepheid out of Sun’s body and into a body of his own. Cephy is extremely terrified of being hurt again, he’s very shaky and weak as well, he’s very skittish and barely gets emotionally attached to Sun, Moon, and Lunar. Though, once he’s emotionally attached to them, Cephy loves them with all his poor traumatized heart.

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #sun and moon show #sams #fnaf remnant #fnaf plerion #fnaf emission #fnaf subsatellite #fnaf cepheid #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #fnaf lunar #montgomery gator #fnaf bloodmoon #fnaf eclipse #kill code moon #snoweytrashposts #snoweytalks #snoweyrambles #snoweyrants #eclipse backup oc saga #tw cursing #tw violence mention #tw fighting mention #tw abuse mention #tw trauma mention #tw anxiety mention #i found a way to give an animatronic epilepsy

[gokailyger84]

Decided to do a little fic rec list, since I’m reaching the rereading phase of my ironstrange obsession.

This list consists of ironstrange fics, where they go into the past and try to fix things.  Several are unfinished and may never be completed and while that can be disheartening, I can’t say that I regret reading them.

(these are not in any particular order.  They’re all ridiculously amazing.  Also providing my own summaries so y’all can give them more of a chance.  Be sure to read all the tags and ratings)

The Futurist  by shadowscribe        (unfinished)

After Tony’s funeral, Stephen uses some of the stones to travel to a parallel universe where he dies in the car crash.  He saves Tony in Siberia and tells him his goal is for Tony to be happy.        

       De Novo  by MagiQueen   (unfinished)      

Tony dies in Siberia.  Stephen from a future lost to Thanos, travels back in time to save Tony, knowing he is key to victory.  Something goes wrong and they are both sent back in time to before the first Avengers movie.  (this one got me on board with Friday being more than just an AI)

     for a hundred visions and revisions  by   aventria, iluxia     (unfinished)

Stephen is unsatisfied with the state of the world after the defeat of Thanos.  An encounter with Morgan Stark, has him drowning in guilt.  He finds a way to go back in time.  First to after the first snap and picks up Tony when Pepper is pregnant, then they go further back and pick up Loki from the beginning of Infinity War.  The three return back to just before Iron Man 2 and make changes to avoid the future Stephen came from.  (this is one that really hurts that it will likely never be completed.  It’s just so good! Especially the beautifully growing bond between Stephen and Tony)

     A Blast to the Past by SassyAngel    (unfinished)

  Tony snaps in Endgame to get rid of Thanos.  He’s somehow thrown back into the past, just before Civil War.  Stephen shows up, sensing the infinity stones which are still in the gauntlet and demands an explanation.  Tony is vague with his answers, intent on doing everything on his own but eventually let’s Stephen in(he’s pretty persistent).   Tony builds a new team and gains the family he’s wanted and builds a better future for himself.    

       Anew.   by    IViv         (complete)

Tony dies in Siberia.  He wakes up in the past during Iron Man 2, due to a future intervention. Tony is determined to do things right this time and seamlessly pulls Stephen into his chaotic life.  (this is the fic series that got me hooked on time travel fix it fics.  It’s so good and so intricate and their are four parts and they are all complete!!!)

Back to the Future Rules Apply    by   atypicalsnowman     (complete)

Tony comes to Stephen for help with the civil war.  Stephen reluctantly refuses and comes to regret it.  Using a spell to save Tony, things continue up to Infinity Way, ending up with them losing in a very different way and the infinity stones intervene, giving them a chance to redo Infinity War.  (the whole reason for this fic still cracks me up.  I have never seen such determination to explain a weird moment with a certain character)

     Tether   by   Shortsnout       (complete)

On the flying donut, headed towards Titan, Stephen ends up jumping back and forth through time, learning more and more about Tony. (this one was so interesting and such a different way of having Stephen fall in love with Tony.  most use the 14 mil futures for his love but I gotta say this was a great and fresh take on that concept.)        

     We Can Do Better   by Zeethulhu       (ongoing.  updated weekly)

Infinity War ends up being the losing timeline and not giving up, Stephen manages to send himself and Tony to the past to the moments of their births.  The two grow up separately and together and make changes along the way, making sure that they will win against Thanos next time. ( man, this fic. this fic right here. i have no words for how amazing this story is.  Usually, i can’t stand pre-canon fics but this one has made me want to go back to all the college and high school aus i skipped.  this story is super long and it just now reached the first Iron Man but it is worth it.  the journey is amazing!)

     code my love, soul born  by graveltotempo    (complete)

After Tony’s funeral, guilt-ridden Stephen makes a bitter Friday a body and sends her into the past before Age of Ultron. As Tony Stark’s daughter, she works to change the future and make sure her Boss doesn’t die this time around. (i had skipped this one before because, i couldn’t wrap my head around Friday being a main character but De Novo changed that for me.  I really liked the development she went through, especially with how she regards Stephen and it was a nice change of pace to see things from an AI’s perceptive and how Tony having a daughter shifts things.)

Well, that’s pretty much it for the time travel ones.  I may have missed some but these really stood out to me.  

I many do another rec list for fics that have Stephen present in Tony’s life from the beginning(Iron Man).  There are some really good ones for that plot point. 

Off the top of my head definitions of indefinable things      by  w_space    is one of the really good ones.  (frustratingly unfinished though)

#ironstrange #fic recs #my faves #fanfic stuff #fanfic recs

[nerdyenby]

Aqua time :D I’m watching Scar

Pregame

Hearing ace race sound effects during the starting soon is way more amusing to me than it has any right to be

Ooooo AI is their theme

Chatgpt is a bit icky and it feels weird using it with the WGA strike going on but I think this was before that and Scar’s enthusiasm is contagious

Ai is scary y’all

Chatgpt is flirting with them 😭

I already fanboyed about these skins in other pics but they’re everything!!! AQUA ANDROIDS!!!! (I know Scar’s calling them AI Axolotls but in my heart it’s Aqua Androids)

Gosh, we don’t talk about Ranboo’s first parkour warrior in this house, it was something

They are an edm band, so true

Nalan got to hang out with Scar and get a tour of hermitcraft :))

“We’re gonna start on time today!” Now this is why we don’t say things like this

Grid Runners

Useless nicknames are my favorite thing ever, cutting two syllables down to one doesn’t make much of a difference but it always sounds so unreasonably affectionate (yes this is about Scar calling 5up “5”)

I feels like they are zooming

That red herring got everyone so bad 😭

They might’ve gotten 10th but they did not do bad, no one got stuck on anything this time

Parkour Warrior

We do need game logo t-shirts, so true Scar!!

Scar jumpscaring everyone with his *ba dump psss” 😂

NOOOOOOOOO alll that painnnnnn

AGAINNNNNN????? Oh goodness, Scar

Scar already falling as overtime starts 😭

Stop being so hard on yourselves, it’s second game, you got this

“We’ll make H proud” yeah you will!!!

Sands of Time

Scar don’t need 5up coaching, H already got him trained up

Scar in his runner arc, he’s killing it!!

He’s now dead but it’s alright, he needed to get back anyway

Oh my gosh, that was rough

He’s got it though

Scar breaking out the dodging strats 😂

It’s a miracle he made it out alive though

Ace Race

Scar stopping to turn on toggle sprint as soon as the game starts is so iconic actually

He might’ve come last but that was such a good feeling run, he killed it and was close to others almost the entire time!!

Meltdown

Rip, unfortunate

Aw again :/ bad luck, they played well though

EVERY TIME?!??? What the heck

The way they’re not even upset just 😑 “really”

#teamnotlast becoming “#teamlast” 😂

Battle Box

They’re doing really well!!

The way they were all so chill until they saw red and all hell broke loose

Yeah I’m not a fan of this map, not from a gameplay point of view, it’s fine, it just feels too sweaty for the event

Not last!!!

… what did Scott do to them? I just kinda accepted that Scott gets bullied by everyone but I probably know the backstory and just forgot it

Sky Battle

The barn strategy is always an option

Barn time!!!

They’re so chill, usually skybattle feels frantic but they’re just vibing

Impulse my beloved!!!

The loudest silence I’ve ever heard was when it popped up that they were 10th overall

“We wanted last, right? That’s what we wanted?” “Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah” never change, boys, never change

I’d love to see this team again in an event with rocket spleef and buildmart, they’d pop off, I just know it

Impulse is so unsure of what he’s doing but every team I’ve watched is just yelling /pos, you’re doing great sweetie

Hole in the Wall

“In the beginning eat your carrots, and in the late game eat your steak” “I like your optimism…” “I believe in you all fully!!” 5up my beloved

I take it back, my man just called “north” 😭

Aww Scar just jumped right into the gap

Not again :(((

Dodgebolt

“I have more friends on purple” vs Impulse holding a grudge against the mean gills 😂

Impulse having to remind Scar that they’re actually rooting against their friends is so iconic

Impulse is so petty, I love him

Let’s go Gumi, I believe!!

Congrats purple!!!

Scar, sadly: “Unfortunately that was my worst performance in MCC” Impulse, sounding oddly excited: “Yeah, me too!!”

“Meltdown was a meltdown” REAL

#mcc 30 #mcc #mc championships #goodtimeswithscar #impulsesv #5up #illumina #nerdy’s mcc reactions

[ao3feed-matchablossom]

Cherry Blossom Season is Over

by Corundum_Creations

“An ambulance for Master has been sent.” Everyone paused at Carla’s statement. They hadn’t expected that; last time, Joe had carried Cherry out himself in Shadow’s car. The AI, of course, didn’t care at all for the atmosphere created. “It is likely Master’s skull is not only fractured again, but sustained major injury to his cervical spine. Survival rate: low.”

 “WHAT!?” Joe barked at the board.

 “He wants to ruin me, petty little flower.”

 Carla responded to the “skating god,” “petty does not fit within this circumstance. ETA: three minutes.”

 “I suppose it’s time for me to bow out,” Adam said flippantly despite his face having darkened beneath the mask. He kicked at the AI board before jumping into the car his assistant pulled up with.

 Or:

Author noticed Kaoru has the Anime Mom Hairstyle of Death… and their brain decided to do something about it. I do love him, I promise, but maybe it’s the exhaustion or the pain, who knows! Certainly not I!

Words: 1972, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: SK8 the Infinity (Anime)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: Gen, M/M

Characters: Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom, Nanjo Kojiro | Joe, Chinen Miya, Kyan Reki, Hasegawa Langa, Shindo Ainosuke | Adam, Kikuchi Tadashi

Relationships: Nanjo Kojiro | Joe/Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom, Hasegawa Langa/Kyan Reki, Kikuchi Tadashi & Shindo Ainosuke | Adam

Additional Tags: One Shot, post cannon (S1), MatchaBlossom, Trajedy, Car doors are weapons now y’all, Opposite of Adam sympathizer

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/46752112

#IFTTT #fanfic #ao3feed #matcha blossom #ao3feed-matchablossom #sk8 the infinity #sk8 joe #sk8 cherry

[just-dreaming-marvel]

My Queen

MAIN MASTERLIST

Tony Stark x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,240ish

Summary: heyy, could I request a fem reader x tony stark very fluff, he loves her a lot and is a softie with her and treats her as a queen, please? / Can I made a request a maybe relaxing time with Tony?Maybe sitting in the sofa, watching tv and cuddle time. Something like that.

Warnings: mentions of making love and bathing each other

Notes: I hope that this is good and fluffy for you. (AND YES, I’M STILL ON BREAK. I HAD SOME INSPIRATION AND DECIDED TO BE KIND AND POST THIS FOR Y’ALL.)

TAGLIST INFORMATION

“Tony,” you whined, trying not to make it annoying. You stood in the doorway of his lab, wrapped up in a blanket. “Tony.”

“What is it, honey?” He responded, still fully focused on his project in front of him.

“I want cuddles.”

He couldn’t help but laugh lightly as he put his stuff down and faced you. “You want cuddles?” His arms crossed over his chest.

“Yes,” you pouted. “Please?” There was nothing really calling for cuddles. Nothing went wrong, you were feeling okay. You just wanted to be close to your boyfriend.

Tony laughed as his arms spread and he beckoned you to him. “Come here, babe.”

“Yay!” 

You rushed over and practically jumped into Tony’s lap. Your arms snaked around his waist as your face buried into his neck. An almost involuntary sigh passed your lips as he held you close.

“Better?” He wondered.

“Much.”

He kissed the side of your head. “Good. Would you like to go up and do this more in the bedroom?” You answered with a nod. “Okay.” Tony easily maneuvered you so that he was carrying you bridal style.

“I can walk, Tony,” you giggled.

“Oh no,” he shook his head. “If you want cuddles today, then you will get cuddles and be treated like the queen you are.”

All you could do was smile at his words. You relaxed in his hold and allowed him to carrying you up to your shared bedroom. He laid you down on the bed. As you went to pull him next to you, he pulled away, causing you to pout.

“Oh please don’t look at me like that,” Tony said. “I’m just going to run and get a few things. I promise I won’t be long.”

You pursed your lips and nodded, willingly letting him go. You didn’t know what he needed to get. But you knew that he would be quick if he knew what was good for him. You cuddled into the blanket around you and brought Tony’s pillow up to you. You had slightly drifted off when Tony finally came back.

“Okay, okay,” he announced his presence. “I grabbed all your favorite treats and snacks.” He began to set things out on the top of your dresser. “I grabbed water and your favorite drinks. FRIDAY has loaded up your favorite movie and tv shows up on the tv. Oh, and I have the menu’s to our favorite restaurants so that we don’t have to leave the bed all day.”

“I love you,” you smiled at him.

“I know,” he shrugged it off playfully. “But I’m not done.” Tony rushed into the bathroom. You could hear him digging through somethings before coming back out. “Your favorite lotions so that I can give your feet and hands a massage.”

You moaned. “That sounds great. Can you, uh… can you massage my feet right now, actually?”

“Yes.” He came over and sat down beside your feet.

“FRIDAY, turn on my favorite movie.”

“Of course, Miss,” the AI responded as Tony put lotion on one of your feet and began to massage.

You let out a sultry moan, closing your eyes. “That feels amazing.”

“You’re going to have to watch those sounds of yours, Y/N,” Tony scolded, teasingly. “Or I’m going to have to treat you like a Queen in a different way.”

“We can do that later,” you smirked, peeking one eye open to look at him. “Especially if you keep doing this.”

Tony massaged both your feet, taking his time and being gentle, before moving onto your hands. While he did your hands, he would pepper kisses on them and up your arms. He fed you the snacks he had brought in and kept you hydrated. You felt so blessed. All you wanted was cuddles and Tony had decided to completely throw his scheduled day out and treat you like a queen. How he kept making you fall more in love with him, you’ll never quite understand it. You fell asleep while Tony was washing his hands from the lotion. He smiled as he crawled in beside you and pulled you on top of him. He kissed your cheek as his held you there.

When you had come asking for cuddles, there was no way that Tony was going to say no. You were so cute and he had realized that he hadn’t had a lazy day with you in a long time. He also realized that you deserved to be pampered after constantly having to put up with him. As he held you close, he made a mental note to do this more often.

Tony briefly fell asleep, still waking up before you. He told FRIDAY what food to order as he still held a sleeping you on top of him. Happy was the one to bring the food up and quickly left before you even noticed.

“Y/N,” Tony called gently. “Sweetheart, food’s here.” You groaned. “Again, you got to stop making sounds like that. Cause you’re just asking for trouble.”

“Yeah?” You mumbled. “Maybe I want some trouble.” Barely moving from your spot you began kissing Tony’s neck. He squirmed from underneath you. “You okay there, honey?”

“Oh you little minx.” Tony quickly flipped you under him. 

“I thought that I was a queen?”

“You can’t be both?”

~~~

After a good, long, love making session, Tony started a bath for the two of you. He lit some candles and dimmed the lights to create a romantic atmosphere. Then he carried you over to the tub, setting both of you down in it. Tony helped you get comfortable against him, allowing you to fully relax. Especially since you let him have his way with you.

“Your so beautiful,” he whispered against your wet skin. “How did I get so lucky?”

“I should be asking you that,” you replied. “You’ve been so good to me all day.”

“You deserve it. You have to put up with me and my antics all the time.”

Tony and you worked together to carefully wash each other. Each pressing tender kisses over the others skin. Tony left the bath first, drying himself off and wrapping the towel around his waist before helping you. He dried you off and helped you into a silky night gown, before taking care of himself. You two sat on your bed and ate the food Happy had brought while watching some crappy reality tv.

“How come the Avengers don’t have a reality tv show?” You wondered.

“It’s come up in meetings a few times, but I keep saying no,” Tony responded.

“Why?”

“Because those people are so fake and the paparazzi just tears their whole lives to shreds.”

“Don’t they already do that do you all?”

“Yes. But right now it’s on my terms. If we did a reality tv show, then it wouldn’t and I wouldn’t be able to protect you as well as I wish to. I hate it when the press says awful things about you, I wouldn’t be able to stop it all if it was all out there like that.”

You cupped his cheek. “You’re so sweet. I love you so much.”

“Not as much as I love you, my queen.” He eagerly kissed you.

“My queen?” You repeated softly as you parted for a brief second. “I think I like the sound of that.”

“Good. Because I’ve already had FRIDAY change your contact name. It’s staying.”

#tony stark x reader #tony stark #Tony Stark fanfiction #tony stark x female!reader #tony stark x fem!reader #tony stark x female reader #tony stark imagine #marvel imagines #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #mcu x reader #avengers x reader #the avengers x reader #iron man fanfiction #iron man imagine #iron man x reader