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macadoodlewrites · 2 years

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The Devil Doesn’t Bargain - Part One (Peter Parker Mob AU)

Summary: Peter Parker is well on his way to taking over his adoptive father’s business – but with new threats emerging, Peter and Tony Stark decide that a deal between rivals needs to be brokered. A marriage proposal between enemies brings Hallie straight into the arms of Peter, and it won’t take her long to realise that escape will not be easy.

Warnings: kidnapping, drugging, dub-con behaviour, torture, smut, swearing

Ships: Peter Parker x OC

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Thursday mornings meant one thing - a coffee date with my boyfriend, Eric, at my favourite coffee shop. It was a small café, quaint yet popular. Lining the walls were used books that customers were free to take, and free to donate. I’d done my fair share of this; on the wall furthest from me sat my old copy of Pride and Prejudice, and at home on my bedside table was a battered copy of Wuthering Heights.

Eric walked over to the table that I had chosen, holding our two drinks in his hands - a salted caramel frappe for me, and an americano for him. He looked good in his leather jacket and black ripped jeans, and they set off his black hair so that even under the bright lights of the café, it was as dark as ebony.

“For you, my lady,” he said, placing our drinks down on the table, and took the seat next to me. I picked mine up, the drink cold on my hand, and licked the cream from the top. “I’ll never understand why you choose an iced drink, Hallie. You know that it’s November, don’t you?”

I did know that; my white bobbled beanie and matching gloves were on the spare seat at our table, and my black swing coat was hanging over the back of my chair. Despite the frost on the windows and the gentle fall of snow that was sticking to the pavement, the café was warm. “At least my drink has a little flavour,” I replied, grimacing at his americano.

“I’ll have you know that my drink is a perfectly fine one. Very manly.”

I leaned forwards, placing my face in front of his. “And you need to feel more manly, do you, Eric?”

He brushed his lips over mine, and I smiled. “I’ve got to bring something to the relationship,” he replied. “How else will I keep you?”

I pecked his lips, before leaning back and taking a sip of my drink. “And my interest in you has nothing to do with your personality?”

He grinned, flashing his perfect white teeth. “Or my extraordinary good looks?”

I ignored him, despite knowing it was true. Eric was gorgeous and he knew it. I shrugged instead. “Besides, if you and I were to break up, I’m sure that my brother would date you.”

His pale blue eyes widened mockingly at me. “You really think that I have a chance with Aiden?” He took my hand in his. “Then I’m sorry, Hallie, but it’s over. I’m leaving you for your brother.”

I pulled my hand back and laughed at him. “Get out.”

He snatched my hand back and pressed a kiss to my knuckles, before standing up. “Jealousy is never attractive,” he retorted, still with the same wide grin on his face. “But I do need to go to the toilets. It’ll give you time to accept that your brother and I are the perfect match.”

He walked away and I watched him; I also caught a few other people watching him. There were the usual stares from girls my age or younger, eyeing him appreciatively, taking in his sleek hair and broad shoulders. But there was also a boy at a solitary table at the back of the room, his arm leaning on the back of his chair, who was watching Eric’s movements like a hawk with prey. I watched him, trying to see if I recognised him as one of Eric’s friends, but it was hard to tell under the cap and sunglasses he was wearing. Really? Sunglasses in November?

And then he turned, moving only his head and he was looking in my direction... but through the sunglasses it was hard to tell. No, he was looking at someone else, someone on another table...

I turned back to my drink and took another sip. Eric would be back in a minute, and I could ask him if he knew the boy.

After dating Eric for just over a year, I knew his small group of friends - my older brother Aiden was his best friend, after all. Aiden and Eric had been best friends for years, having attended the same schools, and Eric and I had grown closer over those years, until he’d eventually worked up the courage to ask me out. Both he and Aiden were only two years older than me.

It was hard for me to meet boys - my dad was ridiculously overprotective, although he justified that in his line of work, he had a right to be. He purchased and traded expensive merchandise such as cars, and owned dozens of properties all over the country. His name, and subsequently mine and my brothers’ was famous, plastered onto buildings, and he worried that someone would try to use one of us to get to him, to get some money from him.

I personally thought that he was overreacting; he was only a businessman for Christ's sake! But my father still mourned my mother, and it sometimes made him irrational. I knew that my chauffeur was just around the corner, ready to take Eric and I home, and my two personal bodyguards, Ronald and Chris, were situated around the café.

I was grateful that Eric had entered my life through my brother and passed my father’s test.

Shivering, I looked around the café again, definitely feeling eyes on me like pins in my back. I shifted in my seat, my fingers idly playing with the hem of my dress, tugging it over my tights-covered knees. I wasn’t unaccustomed to people recognising me - I participated in events for charities and businesses, sometimes hosting them for my father, and appeared on magazine covers, occasionally with Eric. We’d been dubbed the ‘IT couple to watch’ when we’d first started dating, and I knew that Eric was slowly making his way in society - he had climbed the way up the ladder with my brother, both of them prominent workers in my father’s business.

And there it was again, the chill down the back of my neck. I turned around slowly in my seat, fiddling with the ends of my pale blonde hair nervously.

The boy was still in the exact same position, looking over in my direction. Now I was certain that he was looking at me, the chills coursing through my body told me so. I stared right back at him with a frown and wished that Eric would hurry up so that we could leave. I wasn’t scared, my bodyguards prevented that - but glancing around to where Ronald was sitting, I felt my stomach drop. He was slumped over in his chair, eyes closed.

And where was Chris.... there stood against a wall, arms crossed. No. He was leaning backwards against the wall, between two posts. Also unconscious.

Something was wrong.

Where the hell was Eric?

I looked back at the boy again. He had removed his sunglasses and cap, and even across the café I could tell that his eyes were dark. And they were certainly looking at me. And then he raised his hand, three fingers mock saluting me before he held them up.

He wanted me to watch, I just knew it.

Three.

One finger went down.

Two.

I looked over towards the toilets, but still no sign of Eric. I looked back at the boy, as he put another finger down.

One.

I had grown used to always having bodyguards, or my brother, father, boyfriend. Always reliant on someone else. My stomach was churning as I realised I needed to find Eric. I stood up, shoving my chair back, eyes still locked on the boy, as his final finger fell.

For all of a second, nothing happened.

And then the shots went off. Three of them.

The deafening sounds of gun fire rang throughout the room, and I ducked my head, falling back against my chair and looked around in panic. My breath caught in my throat as I stared around wildly, trying to see where the guns were, to see who was shooting, and my heart was pounding so loudly in my chest that I was surprised no one else could hear it.

“Everyone out!” I looked over to where the voice was coming from. Someone was stood with the brown-haired boy. He was dirty blond and of a similar age, and in his hand was a rifle. It was pointed up at the ceiling. I stared, with the rest of the occupants of the café, and watched as he looked around, and fired again. “I said out!”

Everyone suddenly burst to life, rushing towards the doors. I froze for only a second before running, trying to push against the crowd to get to the bathroom. Everyone was screaming, calling names as they ran out of the doors.

And then he was there. Eric came rushing towards me, and I almost flinched away at the sight of the sleek pistol in his hand.

“Eric, what-”

“No time to talk, baby,” he snapped. I could feel tears in my eyes as he grabbed my hand in his free one, and tugged me along with him, towards the crowd squeezing towards the door. My knee-high black boots smacked the wooden floor with each step.

Then another shot went off, and I saw a piece of ceiling fall only a handful of footsteps in front of us, halting our steps. Most of the crowd had left, and those that were at the door all continued to push their way through.

“Not you two,” the same voice yelled again, and I chanced a look at boys. I froze at the sight in front of us.

“Eric,” I whimpered. The blond boy had his gun pointed directly at us.

Eric whipped around, the hand in mine shoved me behind him, and the one with the gun was trained expertly at the two boys. How he’d known exactly what I’d meant by the whimpering of his name, I had no idea, but I stayed behind his broad frame.

What was happening? And since when did my boyfriend own a gun, and what more, know how to use one?

“What the hell is happening?” I whispered to Eric, but he ignored me entirely.

“Peter, Harry. Good to see you again,” Eric called. I peeked around his frame and saw that the two boys were staring back at my boyfriend. “I’d appreciate it if you could put the rifle down.”

I recognised both of the boys, and every muscle in my body tensed painfully.

Peter Parker and Harry Osborn.

I’d seen their faces on the news, both members of Tony Stark’s company - but more than that, I’d heard many rumours about them from different circles. At events I’d attended, there was always whispers about them, and their third man, Ned Leeds. Rumours and whispers that involved drug trafficking, planned attacks and disappearances of any of Tony’s opponents, and even murder. And yet, they walked as free men thanks to their influence and Tony’s power and money.

I was terrified.

Why was Eric addressing them as if they were old acquaintances?

Peter’s eyes met mine and he smiled, but it was cold, calm, and wicked. He raised his hand, exactly as he had done when I had first seen him and wiggled them at me. I only stared at him with wide eyes.

His name, his look, the gun that I could see sticking out of his waistband as he held his jacket back, incited absolute terror in me.

“Wish that I could the same, Eric. Truly,” Harry hollered. I noticed that he’d moved his gun so that it was on his arm, tucked into the nook of his elbow and placed over his shoulder, and with Peter’s still holstered, the only ones in danger were them. Shockingly, Harry shrugged with no care, and placed his gun on the ground. Eric’s was still aimed at them.

“What errand has Tony got his little boys on today?” Eric spat, and I shivered. I had never heard him speak so coldly, especially not around me.

“Unfortunately, it doesn’t involve you,” Harry replied. “It involves Miss Whittingham.”

I had moved myself so that I was positioned next to Eric, despite all of my fear, but with Harry’s words, he shoved me back behind him again. His gun hand had not faltered once.

“Hallie, phone Aiden. Now,” Eric ordered, and I stared up at the back of his head. There was sweat on the back of his neck; he was far more nervous than he was letting on.

“What the hell is Aiden going to do?” I whispered.

“Just do it.”

“If you touch your phone, Halston, we will shoot your boyfriend.”

It was the first time that I’d heard Peter speak and his voice was deep, a true New York lilt to it.

“I think you forget exactly who’s holding the weapon here, Parker,” Eric replied, cocking the gun. I started to move backwards slowly, towards the table that Eric and I had been occupying. My bag was still there. “Get your phone now, Hallie, and get out of here!”

“Not without you,” I spat back, and reached for my bag.

“Isn’t it strange that both of your bodyguards were knocked out so easily? No fuss, no mess, nothing. Now Eric, I realise that you are an unofficial third bodyguard for her, so didn’t it strike you as strange that they were taken down so easily?” Harry drawled and exchanged a look with Peter. I stared at them both, hand resting on my closed bag, frozen. My entire body was cold, goose bumps on every crevice of skin.

“What the hell are you prattling on about?” Eric hissed.

“Well, you seem to be under the impression that you are the only one in this room holding a gun.”

I watched Eric’s stance shift and realised that something was wrong - more wrong than what was currently happening. Eric held the gun, I was near the phone, and Peter and Harry had nothing in their hands.

So why did it feel like they had all of the power?

I unclipped my bag and pulled my phone out with shaking hands. I unlocked it.

“But we have connections everywhere, Eric. You should know that, if you want to be in this game,” Harry continued, and I glanced back at them both, as my unsteady hands scrolled to my most recent contacts. I found Aiden’s.

“Even in a place like this, we can control everything,” Peter said, and it felt like he was giving us an explanation, one that was meant to make us feel stupid. I had no idea what they were talking about, but from the way that Eric moved backwards, towards me, I realised that he was understanding.

Both Peter and Harry started to move, rounding the table in front of them, coming towards Eric and me. I pressed Aiden’s number and held the phone to my ear as it dialled.

“The cameras,” Peter whispered, and his words reverberated through my body. “The drinks. Even the staff.”

“Hallie,” Aiden’s voice came through the phone, and I let out the smallest sigh at the sound of my brother’s voice.

“Aid-” I breathed but screamed as a shot echoed throughout the room. The phone slipped from my clammy fingers as I stumbled backwards, hitting the table as the gunshot echoed in my ears. I looked at Harry and Peter as tears of fear coursed down my cheeks. Neither of them was holding a gun, and yet, neither of them looked harmed. I then saw who had fired the weapon.

The barista behind the counter. I’d assumed that he had left with the crowd, but he had clearly been hiding. Peter hadn’t been lying; he controlled the staff.

And then Eric faltered, falling backwards towards me. He turned and I saw that he was holding his shoulder. Blood as red as my lipstick was coursing down his arm. But Eric didn’t look frightened or in pain.

“It’s only a flesh wound, Hallie,” he yelled. “Go!”

Clearly neither of us were meant to be seriously harmed as we were both nearly unscathed, so I did exactly what Eric said. I ran.

My chauffeur could contact my father or brother, send help for us. I ran towards the door, trying to leave the fear behind me, but then he was there.

Peter had crossed the room as I had and was stood in front of the main door, arms crossed. His blazer sleeves and shirt were rolled up, and there was a smug grin on his surprisingly handsome face. Chocolate brown waves fell onto his forehead.

“Going somewhere, darling?”

I skidded to a stop in front of him, and started to move backwards, back towards Eric...and my phone. Hopefully my brother could hear everything and was sending help.

“Please let us leave,” I stammered, meeting his gaze. Dark russet brown eyes stared back at me. “We won’t say anything. Please. Eric needs to see a doctor.”

Peter chuckled. “He’ll be fine, we barely grazed him. But we can do much worse if you make this difficult.” I could hear Harry’s chuckle from the other side of the room and turned. Harry was near Eric, and in his hand was a knife. But Eric was focused on me, his eyes looking at the distance between Peter and I. I started to rush towards him, eyes fixed on Harry.

“Eric, he has a knife-” I screamed, just as Eric turned around, his gun pointed. He fired, but the bullet flew over Harry’s shoulder, and the knife was thrust forwards, making contact with Eric’s stomach. “No!”

It was like time had slowed down as I watched Eric register what had happened; he glanced down at the knife still lodged in his skin and put his hand on the handle. Then he slowly sank to his knees, the gun falling from his hands as he collapsed. I could hear his ragged breathing as I closed any space between us, skidding to my knees next to him. “Hallie,” he whispered. “You need to leave.”

I held his blood coated hand in mine and stared down at his paling face, trying to hold in my sobs. “I can’t leave without you.”

I glanced around at the boys surrounding us, painfully aware of them. Harry was staring down at us like he was bored, even irritated at the sight, as was the boy behind the counter. But Peter was sneering at us, and I watched his eyes attach themselves to the grip of mine and Eric’s hands.

“As touching as this is to watch, he’s going to die. And you’re coming with us, Halston,” Peter spat, and started to reach down towards me. My hand shot out and snatched up Eric’s gun and pointed it up at Peter. He paused, amusement coating his features. “Come on, darling. You’ve never held a gun in your life. Do you even know how to use it?” I slowly stood up and turned so that all three boys were in my sight.

“Aim and shoot,” I quivered, and I tried to muster any ounce of bravery or confidence into my voice. It failed miserably. I was trembling, mascara-blackened tears were staining my cheeks and I had my boyfriend’s blood on my hands and on the hem of my dress.

I kept moving, first pointing the gun at Harry, then the barista, and then Peter. Eric’s breaths were raspy, and I prayed that Aiden was on his way. Although how Aiden could help was beyond me; my brother was about as experienced with guns as I was, but perhaps he could call the police?

“You really didn’t have to make this so difficult,” Peter cooed, and I stared at him. Surely if I pulled the trigger now, it would hit his head. The thought was terrifying. “Now put the gun down and come with us.”

“What do you want with me?” I screamed. None of them were moving towards me, and it was confusing. Sure, I held the gun, but if they swarmed then I wouldn’t be able to fire at them all. “Please, just let me phone an ambulance, and let us leave. My family has money, we can pay you-”

“You think that we want your daddy’s money?” Peter spat.

“Don’t you know who we are? Who we work for?” Harry added.

None of them were still moving towards me and it was churning my stomach like a rolling sea.

“Then why are you doing this?” My throat was dry, my words raspy as I looked between them. I didn’t recognise the barista - he certainly wasn’t the third member of Peter’s usual trio, Ned Leeds.

The rumours said that the three of them never went anywhere without each other.

Further unease filled my chest.

Ned was somewhere in the café.

“Your father has been causing mine too many problems. You are how we are going to fix it all,” Peter provided, and finally took a step towards me. My gun was still aimed at him. “We need you for a little business proposition.”

I blinked at him; my eyes were sore. “What business proposition-”

“I’m fed up with this little game, darling,” taunted Peter, and took another step forwards. My finger tightened on the trigger ever so slightly, but I may as well have been pulling back a brick door, it felt so heavy. “And it’s time to go.” Peter glanced behind me, and all too late, I realised that he hadn’t been scared of my gun or trying to calm me down.

He had been stalling.

A hand viciously tangled itself in my hair and pulled my head backwards. I screamed savagely, trying to pull away but I knew hair was being torn from my scalp. My head was on fire. “Let me go!”

And they did, but only to grab my arm and twist it painfully backwards. My skin was twisted, and arm bent at an awkward angle, as pain flooded through my bones. Involuntarily, the gun fell from my fingers, and my assailants other hand caught it.

They then let my arm go, and hands shoved my shoulders. I stumbled towards Peter in my heels, and before I could slow myself or turn to run, Peter was there, holding my wrists up.

“Stop this, please!”

Peter’s dark eyes stared me down, roaming my face. I didn’t care how awful I looked. I looked back at Eric as I struggled, and saw that his chest was still moving, albeit slowly.

“Good job, Ned,” Peter said, still looking at me. My suspicions had been right. The trio were never apart. “Cameras disabled?”

“All done, boss,” a voice said from behind us.

“Come on then, lets wrap this up,” I heard Harry say.

I tugged my arms as hard as I could, but it was the kick of my stiletto heel into his shin that made him let me go.

I ran to the door as I had tried to before, but just as I reached it, my hand on the handle, an arm snaked itself around my waist and I was tugged backwards. My back connected with a hard, male chest and once again, I tried to break free. My nails scraped and tore at the skin of the arm around me, but that was when there was a small, sharp pain at the side of my neck.

The arm then released me as I turned; behind me was Peter, holding a syringe needle in his hand and smiling at me with satisfaction. My hand shot to the side of my neck. The pain was already fading. I stared at him in shock.

“What did you inject me with?” I whispered.

“Something to help you get some rest,” Peter replied. “You look like you’ve had a tough day.”

“Screw you.”

Peter reached out and turned us, dragging me with him, so that I was facing Eric. It was a cruel and calculated move. “Look at your boyfriend, darling,” Peter’s voice whispered in my ear.

I tried to pull my arm from his grip, but everything was starting to slow down as whatever he had injected me with started to kick in. I tried to move towards Eric but stumbled. My legs were shutting down, as was the rest of me.

Peter’s arm was back around my body as I started to fall, and I had no chance but to let him support my weight as my muscles gave up.

Eric’s pale unmoving face was the last thing that I saw as blackness set in. As I faded away, Peter murmured, “I’m afraid that this is the end of your relationship.” His words were soft. “On to the next.”

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stormythalamus · 4 months

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i hope the pjo show makes lmm hermes. not him playing hermes; he IS hermes.

percy: you’re hermes? wait aren’t you that guy who wrote hamilton

hermes: i made a bet with apollo bc he said i wouldn’t be able to write a musical better than him. i needed to prove my superiority. artemis gave us each a topic to write about.

percy: what was his show about?

hermes: spider-man.

percy: there’s a broadway show about spider-man??

hermes: exactly.

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thebluepanther · 9 months

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Just cause I can 🥴

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l1tw1ck · 9 months

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The Fall of Spider-Man

bottom!ftm Miguel x top!masc!villain reader

🕷️ Word Count: 1,897 🕷️

AFAB Language Used

CW: Non-Con, Kidnapping, Lingerie, Fingering, Squirting, Cunnilingus, Overstimulation, Crying, Corruption, Creampie, Nipple Play, Pregnancy Mention, Stockholm Syndrome (Kinda?)

Miguel’s eyes shoot open. He immediately analyzes his surroundings. He’s tied up and on the floor. He can't see anything but he can tell he’s wearing lingerie. He feels sick. His first instinct is to try and get out of his restraints but no matter how hard he tries, nothing happens. He’s powerless. How? Why? When? Where the hell is he? He looks around the dark room, stopping to look at a door. There's light coming from behind it and he can hear movements. Footsteps. Getting closer and closer.

“You’re awake! Good morning, Miguel.” You smile, turning the lights on before walking towards him. “How are you feeling?”

“Who are you?” He asks.

You give him your name. “The person who's going to defeat Spider-Man once and for all.” You grin. “Although my methods are a bit unconventional.” You chuckle.

Miguel keeps his mouth shut, waiting to hear what you have to say next. Your confidence scares him. It's not like he's never met a confident villain before, it's honestly less likely to meet an insecure one, but your confidence is scary. You know something he doesn't. He knows you're dangerous. He always chooses to fight but everything inside him is screaming to run away. It's not like he has the choice now though.

“Pretty soon, you’ll be my beautiful husband and the father of our children.” You kiss his forehead. His heart drops. “But first, I’m gonna have some fun with you.” You kneel down and caress his cheek. He grimaces in disgust. “Let me give you the play by play.” You push his lacy red panties aside. “First, I’m gonna play with this pretty pussy of yours and give it a lot of love.” You rub his clit. “Then, once I’m done, I’m gonna slide my cock inside of you. I’ll make sure to go real slow, make you feel every inch of my cock.” You bring your fingers down to his entrance and push two of them in.

“Yo- you're sick.” He spits on you.

You wipe your cheek. “I didn't give you permission to speak, or spit.” You slap his cunt, earning a moan from him. “Watch yourself, Miguel.”

He looks at you angrily but doesn't say anything, too ashamed of the sound he just made and too afraid of the consequences to do so. You push your fingers in and out of his cunt, giving Miguel unwelcomed pleasure. “You like that?” You smirk, moving faster. He bites his lip to silence his moans. “I know you do. Even if you try to deny it, your body doesn't lie.”

He hates this so much.

“And then, I’ll pick up the pace. I’ll fuck you rough and hard. So rough that you won't be able to think. So hard that you’ll cry.” You push your fingers all the way in and thumb his clit, moving your fingers inside of him absentmindedly. He tries to fight against the pleasure but it's no use. He’s going to come.

“I’d love to see you cry.” You grin. He’s not going to cry. He might do a plethora of shameful things tonight but one thing he isn't going to do is cry. He refuses to. “I know you think it's impossible but it's not. And I can't wait to see you break.” You punctuate your last word with a hit to his g-spot. Miguel gasps, hips raising in the air as he squirts. Miguel looks down at himself in shame, cheeks burning hotter than a flame. He’s never done that before. He hates that you're the reason it happened. “Oh Miguel…” You let out a sharp breath.

You move in between his legs and dig into his wet cunt, slurping up his slick before tonguing his sensitive hole. Miguel squirms around in protest. Why does this feel so good? He wants to curse you out but he's worried about what you’ll do if he acts out. He feels terrible and so fucking good at the same time. He wants to kill you but he also doesn't want you to stop. He rolls his eyes back and squirts again, feeling extremely exhausted.

You pull away and stand up, stripping down to nothing. Miguel looks at your cock in horror. That's not going to fit! He desperately tries to get away but he can't do much in the position he's in.

“You’re really boosting my ego, Miguel.” You chuckle, kneeling back down and grabbing his waist. You pull him close to you so his thighs are on yours and your shaft is right against his cunt. “I’m going to enjoy this.” You look at him like the 5 star meal he is. You move him so that his pussy is sliding up and down your length, bringing the both of you pleasure.

He bares his fangs, showing you how angry he is without speaking. “Aw, you don't like this?” You frown, faking sympathy. “Or is it that you want something else?” You grin. “You want me to fuck you, is that it? You want me to finally fuck you?”

Miguel shakes his head rapidly. You move him backwards, just enough for you to be able to make an easier entrance. You point your tip against his clit, smearing pre cum over it and sliding down in between his folds. You tease him with your entrance, you're gently thrusting into him but only the tip is entering him. He can't stand the feeling. You eventually stop and slowly push your cock inside of him. You weren't exaggerating when you said he’d feel every inch of you. You’re practically tearing him apart with the way you’re stretching him out. You bite your lip, thoroughly enjoying his pussy. “I think I’m in heaven.”

If you’re in heaven, then Miguel’s in hell. You slowly slide in and out of him, reveling in his wet warmth. “That's right baby, sit back and take it like the pretty little slut you are.” You place your hand over the bulge of your cock on his stomach, enjoying the way it feels as you move and how sexy he looks with his tummy bulging. “You’re doing so good for me, you know that? Doing so well…”

He doesn't want to be good for you. He doesn't want you to enjoy this. If he wasn't afraid of the consequences he’d curse you out. You rub his clit gently, causing his breathing to turn shallow. “I wanna feel you come..” You mutter. “Come for me, baby.”

He grits his teeth, trying to stop himself from giving you what you want but it's too difficult. He can't hold back. It all feels too good, his pussy feels way too good, he can't do anything to prevent this. He shuts his eyes and comes, walls fluttering around your length. “You’re such a good boy, Miguel. You may be prickly but at least you know how to follow orders.” You caress his cheek. He turns away from your touch. “Even after all that…you're still trying to keep up this facade?” You pull away and turn him onto his stomach. “You won't be able to pretend any longer, Miguel.” You raise his ass in the air and plunge your length fully into him. He gasps. Miguel doesn't even get a minute to adjust to the new position thanks to you suddenly pounding into him. He rolls his eyes back, letting out uncontrollable moans as you fuck the shame out of him. He can barely think over the explicit sounds of your hips snapping against his ass and the loud wet sounds of your cock sliding in and out of his sensitive pussy. You're going too fast for him to even try and act like he doesn't like it. He’s always had a thing for being treated roughly and you're fulfilling his need for it. You pull on his hair, causing him to let out an almost scream-like moan as he squirts.

“Fu- fuck-” He feels tears welling up in his eyes as you continue fucking him through his orgasm.

“‘M gonna give you the child you always wanted, Miguel.” You fuck him even rougher than before, chasing your orgasm. Tears flow rapidly from Miguel’s eyes, as if there was a blockage that contained all his tears and prevented him from crying all these years. He sobs, crying loudly as you overwhelm him with pleasure. It feels good but it's too much, he can't handle it. He loves it but he needs it to stop. “Ah, I love hearing you cry..” You slow down your thrusts and dump your load inside of him. Miguel uses this break to finally catch his breath and calm down.

“Aw, was it too much for you, baby?” You coo, rubbing your hand down his back.

Miguel nods. “Ple- please..” He whimpers.

You pull out and turn him around. You pick him up and sink him down on your cock. You place your hands on his waist and kiss his cheek. “You’re so pretty when you cry, you know that?” You caress his face gently. He sniffles, not sure how to feel about that. You press your lips against his, kissing him slowly and sensually. Miguel reciprocates the kiss, following your tongue movements and subconsciously grinding down on your cock. He feels a little less stimulated than before. He feels like he's about to have an orgasm that’ll never come and somehow it feels good. He doesn't know how he feels about you now but you make him feel good, and thanks to the current state of mind he's in now, that's all that matters.

You pull away from the kiss and pepper kisses down his throat and to his chest. You undo the clip in the middle of his bra, causing the two cups to separate and reveal his breasts. You latch onto his nipple, sucking it gently while your hand goes to pull and twist on the other one. Miguel whimpers in pleasure. His nipples are so sensitive, he’ll definitely come from this. “mmh..” Miguel grinds down harder as he orgasms, his pussy clenching and unclenching around your length. You pull away from his nipple, your saliva dripping down the brown bud.

He still despises you but he knows he'll be stuck with you from now on. He’ll eventually learn to love you.

Miguel turns on the radio as he starts cooking breakfast. The reporter talks about all the crime going on in the city and he doesn't seem to care, even though he’s back to normal and completely autonomous, he has no intention of going out to fight. He wants to stay home with you. The Spider Society’s been trying to contact him but he's ignored all their calls. He only leaves the house for dates and groceries, why would he go anywhere without you? He loves you so much, he wants to stay by your side as much as he can. Nobody seems to understand it but he doesn't care to explain it to them. Peter B. and Jessica have been trying to convince Miguel to come back and many spider people have tried to kill you but to no avail. He doesn't want to come back, especially not when they're trying to kill his beloved. He’s perfectly content with where he is now and he can't wait to have his first child with you.

#wicks🕯works #top male reader #male reader #dark content #tw noncon #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x male reader #miguel o'hara smut #spider man x reader #spider man smut #🕯️Miguel O'Hara #🕯️spider man #🕯️marvel #ftm character #sub character #dom male reader #afab character #into the spiderverse smut

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fortheloveofleon · 10 months

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BABY FEVER

⊱ Pairing: Yandere!Miguel x Reader

⊱ Summary: Miguel misses the joys of being a father. He just wants you to understand the happiness a child can bring — even if he has to make you…

⊱ Contents: 18+, Yandere!Miguel, Mean!Miguel, Dark Content, Baby Trapping, Dubious Consent, Smut, BDSM (Bondage), Rough Sex, Choking, Breeding Kink, Blood Kink, Creampie, Slight Hint to a Mommy Kink At The End

You’re laid up on this lavish bed, sore hands clasped above your head in a pair of metal handcuffs. The tough material is etching into your skin, chafing and nipping each time Miguel thrusts into you.

“‘Guel,” you slur out his name, a shuddery breath escaping as he grinds into you harder, “s’ too much, I-I’m sorry.”

An angry mess towering over you, Miguel scowls at your pathetic begging. Silent but seething, the taller man merely runs his fingers through his sweat-soaked hair, panting as he reaches down to grasp your face with his large hand.

Eyes locking with yours, Miguel draws his slick-stained cock all the way out of your tight cunt, just until his tip remains — then he pushes back in, hard and fast, earning a loud cry from you.

The mix of hurt and pleasure is a dangerous one, a welcomed warning that hums through your body as his speed of his thrusts pick up again.

Miguel doesn’t really care that he might be hurting you right now — quite frankly, he’s hoping you were in a bit of pain.

You deserved it.

You were such a slut, throwing yourself at all the other guys at Headquarters. He should’ve known better than to let other men get that close to you.

But of course — Miguel was insane, and delusional.

You had nothing done nothing of the sort, but only made the innocent mistake at smiling. A mere smile at Peter whilst playing with Mayday was enough to drive Miguel to this state.

He’s always been protective, obsessive, Miguel can’t even deny it.

“Ungrateful. Fucking. Whore,” he hisses, each word enunciated with a heavy surge of his hips — white fangs are bared as he leans in closer to you, breathing out a laugh at your dazed form. Tough hands find a home around your neck, clutching.

The grip is a reminder, a threat of what could always happen.

But it’s for your own good. How could a sweet girl like you survive in a big, bad world like this without him?

Your fingers grasp helplessly at his forearms as black dots speckle your vision. Eyes rolling back into your head, hiccuped moans pulse from you as his shaft slams in and out of you.

“I’m…” you choke out as a familiar syrupy warmth begins to tremor from your lower half, “I-I’m gonna…”

Your sentence is incomplete, stuttering to a close, yet it’s whole to Miguel — he knows what you need. You’re merely a finger stroke away from cumming your fucking brains out.

Miguel latches his mouth onto the side of your bruising neck, sharpness pinching your skin when he finally bites down. A sickening blend of pain and euphoria surges through you.

It’s like you hit Cloud Nine — you’re panting, whimpering, back arching and cunt clenching as your orgasm builds and breaks. Sweet, sweet ecstasy fills every ounce of you, and you can feel it so hard, it’s like you’re choking more from the pleasure than his palms.

A tangy metallic taste coats Miguel’s tongue and he can’t help but moan out with you at the taste. “Ha…mi corazón…”

A throaty chuckle vibrates against your skin as Miguel suckles at the bleeding marks, lips leading to press wet kisses. His thrusts have grown sloppy, greedy as he wants to find his own end.

The length of his cock is barely leaving your cunt, hips rolling rapidly with little rhythm as he grunts and groans.

All he wants is you.

The feeling of his body on yours snaps you of your daze as a daunting realisation comes to mind.

“Wait!” you rasp out, jiggling the cuffs above your head. “Guel, y-you need to pull out.”

Chest heaving, Miguel pauses, cock still buried deep inside you. Posted above, caging you in between his forearms, wordlessly questioning you.

“You’re not…you’re not wearing a condom,” you breathe out quietly, carefully. “You need to pull out.”

Miguel is silent, staring.

His fingers slowly brush away the damp hairs sticking to your face, rubbing his thumb over your plump lips, almost like he’s trying to remember it’s shape through touch alone.

If love had a taste, he thinks, it would be your mouth.

He kisses you, soft and gentle, and you can’t help but melt. Pulling away, Miguel cups your jaw. A ghost of a smile lingers, but refuses to show.

Sometimes, Miguel tries to consider the lengths of his obsession with you — where it stemmed from, how it started. He could never find a straight answer. But there was one undeniable truth.

Miguel is irrevocably in love with you.

He’d only accept death if you were the one holding that knife.

Miguel is in love. But he can’t say it. The last time he showed he was capable of loving something, the universe took it from him.

But he didn’t need to say anything… he could show you.

His voice is low as he shakes his head and speaks, eyes boring into yours. “You, are going to make a great mother.”

And God, the way your eyes widened could’ve killed him right there.

Without warning, he drives into your heat faster than ever, frantic and filled with a purpose once more.

“Miguel, please wait!” you whimper out.

The headboard bangs and creaks, slamming against the wall as fucks you faster than before. Every nerve of yours is aflame, overstimulated from the wave of your orgasm. Your mouth is agape, eyes tearing and Miguel only looks down with hooded eyes, smirking before a chuckle breaks from his throat.

“You’re mine,” he hisses out, hands groping your hips, plunging his cock deeper.

Miguel’s laughter mixes into a moan, soft but spiteful, filling and fucking you until he slams into you one final time, choked groans unravelling as he finally spills into you.

You twitch beneath him in that moment, legs shaking. He shifts, steadying himself so he doesn’t crush you beneath his weight. A few silent seconds pass, filled only with the sounds of your heavy breathing.

Like a cat, Miguel nuzzles into your neck, nipping at your skin before unclasping the cuffs, throwing the metal away. Heavy arms snake around your body, holding you captive once more. He kisses your neck.

“So,” he breathes out, “did I make you feel good…mommy?”

#miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x reader #spider man: across the spider verse #marvel fanfic #miguel smut #marvel au #miguel x reader #dark content #miguel o’hara x you #yandere miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara smut #atsv miguel #miguel fan fiction #miguel x you #miguel o’hara fanfiction

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intoxicated-chan · 11 months

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Hi! Can you make yandere head canons for miguel o'hara? I'm curious what kind of yandere he will be ;-;

Yandere!Miguel O’Hara Hcs

✿ฺ Paring ➳❥ Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader

✿ฺ Summary ➳❥ What it’s like having Miguel as a Yandere, welcome to the life.

✿ฺ (A/n) ➳❥ Reminder! This is DARK CONTENT!! Thank you for the request! I may have gotten carried away with it… I also feel like this is more of a little fic than hcs, I’m sorry if it appears that way!

✿ฺ Word Count ➳❥ 1k

✿ฺ Content Warnings ➳❥ Female reader, DARK CONTENT, stalking, toxic relationship, controlling, death, blood, power imbalance, tracking, baby trapping…

Dark content under the cut. MDNI 18+

If you are an employee at his business, Miguel can be/is controlling and delusional.

Controlling people is easy for him, he owns a business, and quite a large one.

So, in the beginning, of course he’s in denial. But he wasn’t going to deny the affection you gave him. You just offered him a drink. He wasn’t going to deny your attention. He collapsed before a meeting.

Because of this, you became more affectionate. In reality, you were just worried about Miguel, you couldn’t sleep at night unless you knew he was taking care of himself, which is why Miguel issued you a watch. Lyla was built into i2t and it gave you access to Miguel whenever.

What you clearly didn’t know was that there was a tracker built into it, and Lyla kept tabs on you as well, per Miguel’s request.

It was all harmless, he just needed to know where you were 24/7. The location of your apartment, friends’ houses, favorite shops or cafes. Everything about you.

But one day, randomly, he thought back to the people he lost. He worked so hard for you, he couldn’t dare lose you.

Slowly, Miguel confined you to work at home. Then came the random visits so he could check up on you, but he was getting a good look at your apartment. Which room is what? Where’s the bathroom? First-aid… Things like that.

Then comes the stalking. The man has all the connections he needs to get what he wants. It’s easy for him to have people watch you, and if they aren’t good enough, then he’ll have to do it himself.

Which is why Spider-Man is always coming around when you’re in trouble, almost like he knows what’s going to happen. You didn’t find it strange, he’s Spider-Man. He should be everywhere and keep everyone safe.

It’s all harmless, it’s not like he’s purposely leading bad guys to you so he can save you, having you believe Spider-Man will always be there for you. Which is an ego boost for him, a very big one.

But your day became hell when Miguel promoted you to his personal assistant. It was from then on that he stayed in his office almost the entire day and you were there with him, running files, altering him of meetings, you had to keep him organized and on schedule. With his stubbornness, it was impossible.

It was like he was purposely giving you the wrong papers which made you look like a fool in front of everyone. Which ruined your reputation within the business. A once proudful, one time, and perfect employee is now screwing up simple numbers.

Which then leads you to talk about it with Miguel, he became your support system.

But being your shoulder to cry on wasn’t enough for him. But having you by his side, tabs on you, knowing your location… It will settle the dust, but not for long.

He’s going to start craving for more and more,

When you get into a relationship with him, he can become violent. But not directly at you, he’ll be punching walls, throwing objects as a way of controlling.

Making you second guess your choices of words. He’s jealous and highly possessive, manipulative and overly affectionate.

There will be days where he’d ignore you then a few hours later, he comes in with your favorite flowers and all doting on you.

“You must understand why I am hard on you, because everything I do, I do it for you.”

He wants you to know that you’re the only one who’s perfect for him and the other way around. So when an insect comes crawling into your life and putting thoughts into your minds, he has no other choice but to get his hands bloody.

He prefers slow and painful rather than quick and harmless. He wants the insect to know the pain of how hard it was to convince you that they were wrong. He might keep torturing them for a couple days before he’s done with them.

Whether it be a stranger, acquaintance, sibling(s), best friend, or parent(s)… Doesn’t matter who they are, they have no right to voice their opinions because his relationship with you is golden, perfect.

Even more when he finds the discarded pregnancy test, all his hard work and he’s finally getting rewarded. A dream he wished for, a family he desired for.

He finally has you where he wants you to be. Alone, scared, and confused. You swear that you were taking your birth control. He switched it out. Even with a plan B he gave. It wasn’t a plan B.

He has you scared, worrying about how you were going to take care of a baby without him, but of course, here comes his facade. He’s comforting you, letting you know that he’s happy with the result, and he knows that you didn’t mean to trap him. He trapped you.

He’s got his wish, and he ain’t letting that go.

Everything is supposed to be.

Yet there always has to be something screwing up his plans.

Even if you do run away and think that there’s no way for him to find you, he’s already at the hotel. Did you forget? How could you?

Like before, Miguel has connections and not only that, he’s Spider-Man. He’s going to convince you that it’s best to return because the baby needs both parents, no matter how shitty the relationship the parents have with each other.

What else should you do? Get married! Better now than later. Invite friends and family, who aren’t dead yet, to come join you and your husband on your happiest day of your life.

Locked down to a man who controls every aspect of your life. A man who will kill anyone who dares to say otherwise because they have no brain, until like him.

He knows what’s best for you, no matter what anyone else says.

#x reader #x female reader #dark content #miguel o’hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara #spider man across the spider verse #spider man x you #spider man x reader #spiderman x you #spider man 2099 #spiderman #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman 2099 #spiderman x y/n

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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 4 months

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I love you artists that give Hobie pretty eyes.

I love you artists that give him long eyelashes and heterochromia and hazel eyes and dark eyeshadow and smudged eyeliner

I love you and in fact I require you to live thank you for your service

Save me Pretty Eyed Hobie save me

#i refuse to believe his eyes are dark brown #give him pretty eyes #HE HAS REALLY PRETTY EYES #pretty eyes 🥺#My favorite part of his face (lying)#i can't pick a favorite part #spiderman #atsv #spider man #marvel #across the spiderverse #hobie brown #spider punk #spiderpunk #nothing wrong with dark brown eyes btw I have brown eyes

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pandadrake · 3 months

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fotibrit · 4 months

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need more stories where peter is angry and tony tries to do the “punch me, it’ll make you feel better” thing but. Tony does not understand. He doesn’t. Peter says no, and tony tries to bait peter into punching him. Peter tells him to get in the suit. Tony says “it’s all the way in the workshop. i’m here. just punch me”

and peter punches a wall, or something nearby, and it fucking crumbles. to dust. Gone.

And peter, who is LIVID at this point. just looks at tony. “you sure i should punch you?”

And that’s the first time tony’s ever been scared of peter

#more angry peter plz #the kind of angry where you do things you regret #dark peter parker #marvel mcu #tony stark #avengers #iron man #peter parker #spider man #irondad and spiderson #irondad #spiderson #peter parker and tony stark #fotibrit

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multifariousqueer · 11 months

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Can you write Miles 42 being like really super duper protective and like controls her, he doesn’t let her go out by herself and stuff like that and is like always watching her. They argue about his over protectiveness but he could care less

Ofc babes!!!

warnings: toxic behaivor, miles being annoying, angst, references to robbery and murder, strong language, INCREDIBLY TOXIC BEHAVIOR!!!!!!, brief mention of drinking, lmk if I missed one or two

A/n: Send more miles 42 reqs pls

730 days. Thats how long you were with this man. Thats how long it's been since you got leave the house alone. Miles was very overprotective since his dad died and he saw the world for what it was. Evil and it was filled with nothing but scum. Miles determined that this world wasn't good enough for you and you needed to be "protected" and kept away from this disgraceful universe. So, he took it upon himself to protect the only two things that mattered to him, you and his mom and he did a good job at it.

Miles would walk you to school, work, home and if you needed something, he would be the one to get it for you:

"Miles baby, I can get it myself; its right outside." you pleaded.

"Nah, Mami. I don't want you outside by yourself. People are fucked up and they will hurt you." He said stoically.

"But-" you started

"Cállate, Y/n. Before I make you” he said, stepping closer

You knew Miles well and you knew to stop pressing because he would just shut down and you hated when he shut down. Miles would just put his hand on his braids and kick something before giving you the same speech:

“Y/n you saw what they did to my father, do you want that to happen to you too? Because if I let you go out by yourself, you’re at risk for that to happen and if it does or if anything or anyone touches you, I will kill them; and that’s a promise, Mami. I will kill anyone that lays a finger on you and not bat an eye. Don’t fuck with me, y/n. Stay close. Let me protect you and we will be good. Aight?"

“okay.” you would say. Miles had a way of making you seem two inches tall in these situations.

You never left his side. For two years, he would watch your every move(he put small cameras in your home. You didn’t notice until three months ago); he would take you shopping but never posted about you just in case a villain would use try to use you as his weakness(because lets face it, you’re his weakness), he would kiss you and be sweet in private but he would act hard when anyone else was around.

It was a cold winter’s day when you decided you had had enough. Your friend y/f/n(your friends name) had invited you out to a party. You had never been to one because of Miles but you decided enough was enough and you were gonna go. So you slipped on a small dress, cute heels and a jacket that made your tits look nice and left:

“I’ll be home soon!” You told your parent

“Okay, y/n. Tell Miles I said hi” they exclaimed

“Okay!” You shouted back. They knew how overprotective Miles was but they knew he was a good person overall so they left it alone.

As you walked to hail a taxi, you felt your phone vibrate:

Miles: Wanna go out?

You: No it’s okay, imma just stay in for tonight

Miles: Nah fr. Let me take you out

You looked down and debated answering the text, but ultimately decided not to. You got in the taxi and went to the party when you saw a shadow dash across the roof.

You walked into the party and greeted your friend:

“GIRL OMG YOU LOOK SO GOOD. WHERE’S MILES?” They shouted over the loud music

“He’s not here, it’s just me. Let’s go grab a drink!” You replied

“Oh Okay!!” Your friend said

As you were walking over, you could’ve sworn you saw a man that looked exactly like your boyfriend but he vanished when a man walked past. You brushed it off and grabbed a cup of jungle juice and went to dance. You grinded against your friend who caught it during the beat drop. You were having the time of your life until you checked your phone:

Miles: I know where you are, y/n. Come home or I’m coming there.

Miles: I should’ve known you’d lie to me. You’ve been acting real shady lately, wanting to go out and shit. Just wait till you get home, we’re gonna address this shit immediately.

Miles: I see you

Miles: Stop ignoring me, y/n. You know you fucked up

Miles: Imagine wearing the chrome heart necklace I got you while dancing like a slut on your friend

Your stomach dropped as you surveyed your surroundings, looking for a sign of him. When you couldn’t see him, you hailed a taxi and went home.

You fidgeted and fiddled the whole way home. The driver looked in his rear view mirror at you:

“You good, Mami?"

The name sent shivers up your spine as it was your boyfriends name for you.

“Oh! I’m fine, just cold haha” you laughed it off

The driver turned on the heat and sooner or later you were home.

You approached your doorstep and went to your room. Your parent was asleep and you walked in your room, thinking his threat was empty, until you went to shower and saw him behind the door:

“MILES” you screamed both in shock and horror

“Y/n.” he said, closing the door, encapsulating you both in the small room together

“I’m so sorry-“ you started

“you should be. What did I tell you, y/n? I do all of this shit for your safety but you continue to fight me and pull these stunts” Miles lectured as he closed in on you. Your height difference becoming more and more apparent

“Stunts? Fight? Miles I have been nothing but obedient to you which I shouldn’t even have to do if you treated me like a person instead of an object. That’s all I am to you isn’t it? An object. A doll. Just something you don’t want other people to have or see?” you argued

But your pleas and your confessions meant nothing to the man. He simply looked at you and said:

“yeah, actually.”

“what?” you said

“You are an object to me, you’re something I have to protect otherwise the world will take you from me like they did him.” Miles said, as stoic as ever

“STOP USING YOUR DAD AS LEVERAGE IN THIS, MILES. THIS ISN’T ABOUT HIM, ITS ABOUT YOU AND ME AND IF YOURE JUST GONNA KEEP TREATING ME THIS WAY, I’LL FIND SOMEONE ELSE.” You shouted, exasperated and on the verge of tears.

“do it, y/n. I dare you to find someone who will care for you and spoil you as much as I do.” Miles said, briefly breaking his nonchalant nature

“Fine I will!” you said reaching for the doorknob.

You left and put on clothes as you made him leave.

“You’ll be back.” Miles said, nonchalantly

“Fuck you, Miles Morales.” you said

It had been a week and you were sulking and debating getting back with the man when your family and friends told you were doing the right thing:

“I’m glad you left him, y/n. I heard he’s the prowler.” Your parent said

“Yeah I’m glad I left too.” you mumbled

As you were enjoying your fifth night of freedom, you saw a woman get mugged on the street:

“GIVE ME YOUR PURSE NOW LADY” The masked man shouted

The woman did as told and the man escaped but not before looking at you and running in your direction. With Miles, that man would’ve never even had the though to look at you.

You ran as fast as you could until you lost him in an alley behind your apartment. You decided you missed him too much and he was right so you pulled out your phone:

You: Miles you were right. I’m so sorry

Miles: typing...

Miles: its okay, I knew you’d find out soon enough; so what happened, Mami?

You: Some mugger saw me and charged at me and he had a knife

Miles: What did he look like

You: Beanie, knife, blue shirt and black pants

seen

You went home and went to sleep. The next morning you heard the news blaring in the house, along with the smell of bacon wafting through the house

“What happened?” you asked

“some mugger got killed.” your parent said

You had a stinging sensation in your gut and prayed that it wasn’t what it looked like when you heard the woman on the TV:

“It seemed like there were claw marks In his chest and he had been blasted with a ray gun."

Oh God...

You went to text Miles when you saw his text:

“You don’t gotta worry about that guy anymore, Mami. I’ll be at your house at 10.”

#mcu fanfiction #mcu imagine #marvel #miles x reader #miles morales headcannons #miles morales x y/n #miles morales x reader #miles morales #earth 42 #earth42!miles #across the spiderverse #prowler!miles #spiderman #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse spoilers #i need him #marry me #for you #dark!milesmorales

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stairset · 2 months

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I do feel like the way Kyoshi was written in the Avatar reboot was lowkey influenced by the fandom's perception of her. Cause like in the original show she's really just portrayed as a pragmatist who's willing to kill if necessary. Like Aang is conflicted about killing the Fire Lord and she's like "well if I were in your position I'd do it but that's just me. Good luck." And then people started making memes where she's like a murderous psychopath who thinks extreme violence is always the solution. And it was funny at first cause it was just exaggerating for comedy but now everyone thinks she was actually like that in the show when she really wasn't. And then in the remake her introductory scene is her angrily yelling at this 12 year old that he needs to stop being a little pussy and be a ruthless warrior or whatever and the only explanation I can think of is that someone in the writer's room maybe looked at a few too many of those memes.

#she had an awesome fight scene though so there's that #disclaimer i own both the kyoshi books but haven't actually read them yet #so this is just going off how she was written in the original show #i'm working my way through all my books that i haven't read yet so i'll get to the avatar novels soon #but i gotta get through a couple more star wars books first lol #but yeah you know those spider-verse memes #where they take the scene where jefferson says ''spider-man why did you create that guy''#and they replace it with some funny dark shit like ''spider-man kill him and his family'' or ''spider-man fuck this guy's ass''#that's basically what people seem to think kyoshi is like #avatar the last airbender #avatar kyoshi #shut up tristan

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venoti · 11 months

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A chance?

Summary: Dating Miles as Miguel’s sibling.

Spider-man across the spider verse

₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊

After watching the movie, I can tell Miguel would be attached to his remaining family.

He wanted the best for you. His best thought was putting you in a seemingly safe area, earth 1610. Later, it was definitely not the best option. “Especially with miles” Thats what he said.

You were younger than Miguel. But roughed it out, talking to him occasionally and living your life. And it was normal.

Till miles, he changed everything. And yada yada, went through hardship and got together from a kiss in his room.

And in the moment it seemed amazing! But what about after..?

—

“So.. is it uh.. official?” He stuttered trying to keep his cool. I noticed his nervous movements, rocking his hand, whistling in the silence. I laughed before turning to him.

“Miles, theres no way I would kiss just anyone.” I muttered getting closer. His cheeks turned hot, feeling touched by those words. “So.. I’ll meet you at the rooftop tomorrow?” I smiled.

God you are hot—

He tilted his head, he felt the world disappear, only seeing you. He did a silent yes hugging me by the waist. Laughing before he went out the room happy. What will he tell his parents..?

—

When you told your brother, it was a easy no.

—

“He’s really nice!”

“That’s really funny!” He said sarcastically with a fake smile. It soon dropped. “Because I don’t believe you” He scoffed crossing his arms. I just rolled my eyes.

“You haven’t even met him..?” I snarked.

“And I don’t have too” He sighed. I waited tapping on my sude. Till getting a very.. capable idea. I took a deep breath, then went into action.

“Pleaseeee” I pleaded getting on my knees.

He choked on his spit. “Why are you doing that? Get up—!”

“Please!!” I grabbed his leg clinging on him.

“Are you serious..!” He struggled getting me off. He couldn’t just kick me, that’s the only weakness he has “Fine! Just get off..”

I shed a fake tear. “Thank you”

—

When miles met your brother, it was tough. He was on edge whenever he saw him, after that one talk. It was worse than anything else.

And had to swear on his life to keep you safe, and probably was not a joke. He still loves you though..?

He takes it slow for the most part, but will automatically want to smother you with love. He definitely loves affection, and texts you every day.

Even with Miguel constantly on eagle watch for him, he acted the same never changing for a person. Unless it was good, but miles never understood why Miguel had a offset grudge.

Aside that He is such a sweetheart, and likes to do things for you. He understands his job as Spider-Man, having to take most of his time into that.

So whenever he has free time he spends it with you. Drawing, ice cream, flying in air as you screamed. You both had fun.

But even with that, expect a lot of flowers and letters. They will be wrote in delicacy and cute doodles on the side.

He always gets soft when you pay attention, he just feels so appreciated. As he should

But obviously all the time spent as Spider-Man and then with you caught up with his parents.

So it was time to introduce you.

At first it was really intense, they glared at you asking constant questions, too fast for you to even answer. But they were worried for miles, that was their kid and they didn’t know if he was safe.

But after dinner, they knew he was gonna be fine. You guys actually started getting closer, and you came over more often for dinner. They started treating you like the family.

And miles only fell for you more. Every time after dinner he gave you a kiss goodbye, always filled with warmth. Even his roommate would make fun of him by how lovey dovey he gets. Especially on his hour rant about you.

—

“Ahh.. wow” Ganke sighed, his eyes were closing, thinking it was finally silent. Till he heard miles words again, ready to just sleep outside.

“And have you seen their smile? It was like heaven to see—!”

“Dude Just go to bed!” Ganke groaned covering his ears with the pillow. It’s 12 at night, and he preferred sleep than some talk about a person he hadn’t even met.

—

Mile’s was protective, he definitely wanted to make sure you weren’t ever hurt. No matter when you tried to help. His first priority was you, so making sure you are safe made him most calm.

A lot of dates. What he loved most was just sitting down in silence staring at the city. He was able to just admire you.

So overall 10/10 he’s definitely worth it. Except for the soon tension with Miguel, that will be a awkward conversation..

Which I might make a part on, thank you for reading!!

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