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keisobe · 10 months

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── ⋆˙⟡♡ 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 (𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚)

from spider-man : across the spiderverse (spoiler free!!)

characters. miles morales. miguel o’hara. hobie brown & peter b. parker. + pavitr prabhakar

notes. i quickly wrote this because spiderverse has consumed a lot of my attention (cue the tiktok edits i’ve saved of hobie and miguel). anyways hope i did the characterization accurate enough and hope it was fun to read ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡) + not completely proofread

𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 ❤︎

he’s painfully awkward when it comes to hugging. his limbs don’t know where to wrap around, so they keep flaring everywhere until you end up locking him into one solid hug.

miles is also very respectful of your boundaries, he would do that weird hover hand thing over your waist that would look very off in photos (his hand literally 3 inches away from your shoulder, but a good photo overall).

but when he’s close to you, he would pull you into a protective and warm embrace— especially if he has been worried sick about you. that’s until he pulls away and let’s out a chuckle accompanied with a light scratch on the back of his neck to ease his worries.

“umm… wait— lemme just…”

miles’ arms were bending awkwardly and moving in lightning speed, a nervous smile plastered onto his conflicted features— twitching brows and all.

you huffed at his failed attempt to simply embrace you, so you forcefully hooked your arms around his neck and brought him closer, feeling the softness of his cheek against your forehead and the pacing heartbeat you didn’t know he had.

“it’s fine, it’s just me silly.” you teased into his ear, prompting miles to chuckle at his own awkwardness and to wrap his strong arms around your waist.

“right, it’s you.” he whispered more to himself, leaning down to reach your height and to cutely rest his head in the nape of your neck. “just you.”

𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐨’𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 ❤︎

hasn’t been held in so long. he says that he doesn’t do hugs, will probably go into flight-and-fight mode if you even asked for a small embrace. if you’re lucky though, he’ll leave you with a deadly glare and an annoyed huff.

but in the heat of the moment, in the moments of needed comfort, he will be there to give you an embrace. although, his hugs are tight, to the point you have a hard time breathing. it’ll take him a moment to notice that you’re literally breathless and will cough a lousy sorry as compensation for squeezing you to death (but he actually feels bad).

what nobody knows (maybe expect you) is that he prefers hugs that can display his strength. lifting you off from the ground with ease makes him smirk to himself. surprise hugs from the back also avoids the awkwardness of confronting actual romantic contact (it’s also more fun for him).

“what now?” miguel folds his arms impatiently as he watches you dumbly spread your arms out, a determined glint in your eyes.

no response, you simply spread your arms wider. miguel huffs an annoyed laugh and awkwardly comes up to you to embrace you, with a tightness that made you choke for air. then he suddenly lifts you from the floor, making you latch tightly around his neck.

miguel sighs deeply, the irritation that emitted from him suddenly became comfortably warm.

“did you need this hug?” you managed to breathe out, threading your fingers through the loose brown hair in the back of his neck.

“yeah, i really needed it.” miguel mumbles out in embarrassment, tightening his muscular arms around your waist— prompting a weak yet satisfied wheeze from your lips.

𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 ❤︎

he’s chill with hugs, but he’s very friendly about it. likes to latch an arm on his mates and such— but an immediate sweet embrace you won’t really get (he’s good at reading people, so if you’re vibes are off, he ain’t moving an inch).

he generally prefers to give side hugs, nothing too personal and definitely fits his overall demeanor. match that up with a firm compliment and a friendly pat on the shoulder. but if he’s close to you, he’ll be there patiently with open arms.

then he’s analyzing you closely as you embrace him, listening closely for a change in your heartbeat or any small noise that escapes your mouth. he subtly smells you too and will not forget your scent (will use the same detergent as you right after the embrace). there’s a moment of silence and it’s perfectly comfortable.

“c’mere.” hobie faintly whispers with an expanded arm, his expression unusually soft.

immediately you ran to receive an embrace from his slim body, a wet sniffle muffled into his webbed suit as tears began to pour from your eyes. hobie hovers a calloused hand over your back, thinking for a moment, until he decides that it was fine to do so. he pats the small of your back comfortably, murmuring a song he wrote to soothe your sadness.

“thank you hobie.” you hiccuped, leaning onto his chest. hobie simply nodded, playing with the ends of your hair with a painted finger.

“yea...” he mumbled, noticing that the tears that stained your cheeks before faded and your breathing steadied. “no probs.”

𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛. 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 ❤︎

he’s painfully awkward too. pull him into an embrace, he will let out an uncomfortable chuckle as he carefully pries you off his body. peter makes it obvious he wants his space, rightfully so.

actually, head pats is something he prefers to give. it’s comforting for him to be able to teasingly mess your hair to get a whine from you, or feel the texture of your hair under his palms. also, he’s an old man (will feel extremely insulted if you say his comforting technique is equivalent to that of an elderly folk).

but if he’s close with you or there is a moment when an embrace is desperately needed, he wouldn’t hesitate to pull you into a deep embrace. due to his new plushness to his body and rarity of his soft affection, peter’s embraces feel warm and inviting. sorry though, it’ll only last a few seconds until he’s pulling away immediately (will give up if you pull him back into the embrace tho).

“there, there kiddo…” peter softly pats your head, poorly attempting to cool your temper.

“not working peter.”

peter sighs in defeat as he slowly retracted his hand, thinking of a solution to cheer you up. without a second thought, he quickly pulled you into an embrace with efficient strength— the softness of his stomach contrasted the hardness of his chest. immediately you light up, nuzzling into his warm arms as he playfully swayed your body side-to-side.

“better?” he chuckled at your dazed expression, maybe hugging wasn’t so bad.

“yeah…” you could hear the slow patters of his heartbeat as he tightened the protective hold around your waist.

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cyberstrm · 11 months

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spiderpeople + how affectionate they are

cws: none!

spider punk is allegedly 17ish so i included him,, age him up if you need to !! didn't include miles, gwen and pavitr because 15/16 is too young for my comfort

HOBIE is privately super affectionate. likes to leave you lil post-it note notes and doodles. sends sappy texts. makes you playlists and writes songs about you. writes your name on his guitar and probably somewhere on his suit. keeps everything you give him. not a huge pda guy because he's too busy being punk, but a huge softy and cuddler when you're alone. more of an actions>words guy. probable height different makes kisses so much more fun.

MIGUEL is bad at being affectionate and getting attached at first. he learns quickly that it's something you need, and gets better at it. very gentle with you, doesn't want to hurt you. loves to pin you against a wall and kiss you. uses his size to his advantage; loves to carry you. loves to hold you, to protect you, to make you feel safe. whispers soft nothings to you to make you feel as loved as you truly are.

PETER B is the most affectionate man ever. sends sappy good morning texts. brings you breakfast in bed. takes care of you. big into PDA, hand holding, kissing, all of that. buys you flowers. plays with your hair. lets you decide what to watch on tv. biggest big spoon. house husband who helps out with the chores. big into forehead kisses and a hand at your lower back. takes you out to dinner. never forgets a special occasion.

#spiderman into the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x y/n #x reader #x you #hobie brown #hobie brown x y/n #peter b parker x you #miguel o'hara x reader #peter b parker x reader #hobie brown x reader #imagine #drabble #oscar isaac

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miguel-ohara-wifey · 9 months

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The spiderverse men when they accidentally fall asleep on top of you (Drabbles)

Tag list: @alliwriteistrash

Rating: 18+, Angst, Hurt/comfort

Peter B Parker

For everything Mayday gives Peter in joy and love, she takes back tenfold in his sleep schedule. She’s a time sponge on top of that, changing her diapers and getting her to eat. Then suddenly three hours will have passed, Peter’s unconsciously shaken tiredness all together from his body. Half a cup of coffee surely helps, but the lower lids of his eyes pulling down to his cheeks. As black circles both of his eyes, and somehow he only notices when you point it out to him.

Although you don’t consider your relationship as serious. You don’t mind helping him out with Mayday by doing the shopping for him or watching her for a few hours. He appreciates it every time. And when silence envelops his home, you know it’s when Mayday is fast asleep in her red and black crib.

After a few moments of the quiet being born, you hear Peter gently crushing the rug of the hallway with his feet. Making sure to keep Mayday’s door open, he walked over one door down on the right. To where you laid on the right side of his bed. The newly born moonlight just started to cut through the room. The Spears of light pass by the glass of the window on the furthest wall from the mattress.

As the night lights unfeelingly pierce your skin, the mattress laid bare on top of the rugged floors. He hasn’t exactly had time to set up his own room. All that keeps you two warm is your bodies and your own blankets. A new blue silk one in contrast to his somewhat worn, crimson fluffy one. As said blue silk was pulled up just above your hips.

You spot Peter somewhat dozed off on the side of his door frame, you sit up by your elbow on his side of the bed. Only remembering to whisper halfway through your line of words, “Hey Peter, come on get some sleep-“

Right as you finished, before you could scoot over to your side of the mattress. Peter had wordlessly closed the distance between himself and the bed. Tumbling on his side to your side, planting himself like a human blanket on top of you. You almost try to get his attention, but his snoring tenderly rumbled against your chest.

His hair sweeps against your chin, his heart making a beautiful beat against your own. In a beautiful rhythm beside one another. You simply smile, planting a kiss on his scalp. Turning off the lamp light also propped on the rug beside your heads. Casting the room in further darkness.

“Good night Peter.” You pull yourself further down between Peter’s body and the cushion of the mattress. Spelling the nights end for you two.

Miguel O’Hara

You two haven’t been alone in weeks, and it felt like years. It showed in the desperate but small claw marks and bruises dotting his favorite parts of your body. Your bedroom itself held the past couple of hours like a ghost. No longer alive but certainly still there. Your bare bodies were covered by dry sweat. Dirtying the silk sheets further than they’ve already been by your previous activities.

After the soreness in down the middle of your hips dissipated enough for you to stand. You push the sheets off of you, as Miguel’s gorgeously sculpted back stared at you getting up. Presuming he was asleep you try to get up and shower. Only by pressing weight on your thighs did you feel a stiff ache under your skin.

Immediately you’re back off your legs, the bottoms of your feet abruptly pulled from his wooden floors “Ah- Miguel!” You cried out semi-defiantly.

His arms aggressively swaddled around you, burying you under himself on your side of the bed. The bridge of his nose rested against the left side of your neck. His very chest dominates yours as it sinks you further past the surface of the mattress. In vain you try to wiggle out from under him. But his the weight of his soft muscles pushes you against the sheets.

He immediately pretends to fall asleep, you grunted in his ear “Miguel get up! I should shower!” He groaned against your jawline “Five more minutes…” he forgot to end his sentence with something to convince you. But he figured the six foot, muscular Mexican Irishmen on top of you would be enough of an argument.

You can’t help but find his whines adorable, despite him not giving you a choice. You grumble inside your throat still attempting to push him off. But his persistence grows, funneling his bulky arms between your back and the bed. Tying himself around your visage further, like quicksand the more struggle made your fate harder to escape. A huff proceeding a fourth futile effort. Made you properly sink down into your shared bed, you felt his shit eating grin along the brim of your face.

Your pouting will always be loved by him, even as it’s against him. Giving in, the warm bubble of his body heat sets in around you. He’s the best weighted blanket you’ve ever had. How he strolls his fingers against a small patch of your skin, and bumps his toes against yours. Alongside the drumming of rain against the wall of glass lining the left side of the room. Giving way to a foggy and comfy view of Neuva York.

The gentle grey of fog sewed tightly against the skyscrapers of the city. The honking, bustle, and tussle of usual city life was muffled by the aggression of the storm. Things went on as usual, but with a tangible slowness now. Created by the rainfall, all the while building a song for itself when its raindrops pounded against your home. Catching a whiff of Miguel’s dark auburn locks upon taking in nature’s rhythm.

You know the depths of his Miguel’s walls in his mind, and everywhere else besides his home. Here he cries, laughs, smiles, holds you, and says what he feels. Anomalies as far as everyone else in his life is concerned. However for you, there’s nothing he wouldn’t overcome in the world and in himself to have you here. So you can’t help but relent.

“Fine. Five more minutes.” You surrendered, he hummed appreciatively.

Hobie Brown

It was after a big concert, the cheering and roaring of millions still permeated in your mind. There cries and shouting branding itself into your brain. You’ve never endured such an adrenaline spike before. Your hearts still cooling off after the high. You never knew someone could feel like this without drugs.

The back of hobies head was sandwiched in between the giant coils of his hair and your lap. His legs kicked up on the furthest couch arm with his shoes off. He was in his black pajama shorts with his shirt off. The aroma of his cologne swimming around your nose as he closed his head.

“Your first concert aye? How ya like it?” You took a deep breath, you definitely weren’t conflicted. It was amazing, almost as much as he was. But it was hard to put into words. “I can’t explain it, but it was great. I’d happily go to more.” He smiled in response.

By the slowness of his tone you could tell he was getting sleepy. The crowd surfing alone would knock the wind out of anyone. But with the performance he put on, by how hard he exercised his lungs to hit the notes. His voice will need a break in order to not have to scratch and claw out of his neck.

So you understand why he didn’t keep the conservation going. You both just pleasantly stayed in the domestic quiet of his apartment. His other bandmates were already past out in there rooms. Hobie was truly a different breed of man. He could preform for hours and hours on end, blasting apart his mind and body for the sake of his music alone. Sure the money was good, great even. But in how he acted and how he spoke that wasn’t what he truly wanted out of it. He wanted to be loud, to be heard, if Hobie would die doing anything. It’d be what he’s loves and whatever was right.

You reminisce over the concert as the fresh cover of night drapes itself over New York City. A greyish black painting the mural of the sky. As red, green, and blue traffic lights spontaneously cut through its hues and just as quickly disappearing. It was a gorgeous cradle for everyone around you, as you allowed Hobie to huddle as close to you as he wanted. You simply preoccupied yourself with a book. As the front and back of the book masked your face from his sight.

“Love?” You removed the book and looked down at him, his piercings making a tiny glimmer in your sight “Yeah?” You asked, he just smiled and confessed. “Just wanted to look at a beautiful person…” a tender heat rises up your cheeks right under your eyes. You playfully hit him on his side as he laughed “What? Can’t handle the truth?”

You just smiled back rolling your eyes, as you tried to find where you left off on your story. After a couple of minutes, before your immersion in this novel sweeps you away from the scene. You hear Hobie’s gentle snoring, it was but a whisp of noise from his throat. You could hear a pen drop as it went on. However, you disrupted the flow of your eyes with the pages. To grab the blanket draped over the couch, subtly swimming it over his body, ensuring he’s warm in his slumber. And you as his pillow, would now have to stay still for the rest of the night. But you didn’t mind. This was great.

With your soft kiss now decorating his forehead, you whispered “Gnight.” to punctuate his delivery to the land of sleep

Spider-Man Noir

It was a fun night out, after inviting your darling out to drink with your friends. Alcohol now made a stench of his body, practicality having to drag him out of the car. Once your designated driver duties had concluded for the evening. The aroma of summer heats disappearance with the arrival of night made its way to you. The first thing you’ve smelt tonight that wasn’t alcohol or regrets. As your darling was a blubbering mess in your embrace on the walk to your front door.

“That was real berries babe!” Your darling barely managed to illicit from the bottom of his throat out from his lips. Still wet with giggle juice as you managed to unlock the front door.

Escorting him onto the living room couch, leaving his touch only to lock the door behind you. And to take off your heels at the side of the entry. You went back to him to kiss his forehead. With that sprawling smile still dressing his face since when he took his first sip of wine. You went to the kitchen to grab him some water, despite now smelling of a light night bar. You made sure not to have a sip, knowing how much a lightweight your man is.

“That Derrick should mind his own potatoes about you and me-“ he begun blabbering on about. Derrick offered, rather insistently, to be a third.

He laughed off the rejection, ultimately it was the booze talking. But your beloved didn’t take it as such, as the facet sprayed the fresh water into the glass you retrieved from the cabinets. He wouldn’t stop complaining about Derrick, pain stakingly insulting his appearance and lack of looks. You knew this was all just jealousy. Adorable drunken jealousy however.

You sat beside him on the couch handing him the water, by your offer he took the glass from your hand. Sipping at least three time. His thirst was parched, he pushed his head onto your shoulder. Continuing on,

“You didn’t consider it right?” He earnestly, almost whimpered out. You were shocked at his honesty. You knew he was jealous. But that he believed you would want another man as much as him, shocked you “Of course not…” he almost wanted to cry.

He knows he can’t have as much time for you as he wants. He’s not as suave or handsome as other men. He can’t get you those expensive presents. He’s not like Derrick at all. A cutting pit formed in his ribcage watching Derrick make moves on you. But a cold self hate also fumigated his lungs all the while. He knows that’s who you truly deserve. A respectable, well educated man with lot of money and security to offer you.

All he offers you is a one bedroom house in the bad part of town. With half as much time when not even counting his civilian job. And with just enough pennies to get by in the mean time. Derrick isn’t a bad guy, even as he overstepped tonight. And you know where your darlings thoughts are going.

“No other man could make me as happy as you darlin’…” he shoots puppy eyes at you from under his scruffy brown hair. “No one.” You repeat to him, now tasting his favorite beer from his lips onto yours “darlin’…” he breaths out guilt ridden, “I’m too tired, in the morning I’ll definitely make another try at being the father of your baby…”

You giggle sheepishly, as he goes back to resting his head on your shoulder. The curtains divide you two from the view of the starless night sky. Not a loss considering you’ve seen it a thousand times over. He just softly nods off into slumber. As you allowed your head to fall back onto the top of the old couch. He already started snoring.

#spiderverse #spiderverse drabble #Drabble #miguel ohara #miguel o’hara #hobie brown #Spider-Man noir #Peter B Parker #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel ohara x reader #hobie brown x reader #peter b parker x reader #Spider-Man noir x reader #Spider-Man 2099 #spiderpunk #Spider-Man #18+

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lieutnt · 8 months

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peter b parker is so hot, he just needs to be railed out his mind, i'd love a drabble on that..

His limbs have long given up, only your grip on his hips keeping him up as you fuck into Peter, the pillow beneath him stained with drool as garbled moans pour from his mouth. Your previous loads pumped deep inside his hole makes your thrusts wet and easy, and he’s too far gone to care about the mess of cum and lube that trickles down his taint towards his balls, making everything sound even wetter.

You only know he’s close when his moans turn into breathy ‘ah, ah, ah’s’, his fingers gripping the pillow gradually tensing until his sides are tightening and his cock is pulsing beneath him, a few watery spurts of cum joining the already-stained sheets.

He whines as you keep going, chasing your own orgasm, the line between pleasure and overstimulation blurring. Peter mumbles something incomprehensible, his body unable to keep up with his mouth as you give one, two, three more thrusts, holding him flush against you while you bow over his back and fill him one last time, groaning against the skin as you push him flat to the bed.

It takes a while for the haze of pleasure to clear from your head, and when it finally does Peter is laying limp underneath you, eyes glassy and mouth stuck open as he tries to breathe.

#peter b parker #peter b parker x male reader #male reader #top reader #top male reader #spiderverse #lieutnts drabbles #lieutnts writings

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avatartophblindbanditbeifong · 9 months

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Just a reminder that tomorrow, August 3rd, is canonically Miles’s birthday!

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ﾟ。 Spidey boy is turning 18 years old ·°(৹˃̵﹏˂̵৹)°·

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kombuuuu · 11 months

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☆ Masterlist ☆

Requests are closed! So sorry!!

My readers are completely non-descript, except gender when specified !!!!

My fics may get slightly suggestive, but I do not write smut !

Talk to me C: My inbox is still open to any non-request related things!

writer supporting writers (click for fic recs)

pfp of me drawn by my sister :3

the first tag is for smaller drabbles! (stuff I don’t add to masterlist!)

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Across the Spiderverse:

☆ Miles Morales ☆

+Miles!42

“I’m Spiderman!”

[A date with a new man goes bad, Spider-man is there to help.]

Jitters

[You sit next to him on your first day, and now you’re best friends! Also, you’re both clueless.]

Saviour of Mine

[Miles is in love with Gwen, isn’t he? You confide in your teacher, Mr. Warren. Now you’re fighting that teacher, and Miles is hurt.]

Blood bond (Platonic)

[You find your brother on the ceiling. He confesses his alter ego.]

E42! Miles For the Soul.

[A simple meeting at his mothers cafe, and he can’t get you off his mind.]

E42! Miles Something Soft for Someone Tough

[Miles comes home hurt. You just want to give him some love.]

E42! Miles Deflecting.

[Miles couldn’t be civil with you to save his life. But when someone tries to mess with you? Nah.]

E42! Miles Deflecting PT2

[He couldn't leave it how it was.]

E42! Miles Take Me On

[Miles feels he doesn’t deserve you, and doesn’t know how to tell you he loves you. You already know.]

E42! Miles Headcanons

[Headcanons for your favourite babygirl.]

E42! Miles Birthday Girl {linked 1}

[Miles and Pavitr—, on your birthday !]

E42! Miles Give me the Phone.

[Someone won’t stop texting you, jealousy runs it course.]

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★ Peter B. Parker ★

+MayDay (i’m her mom guys i swear)

No.1 Dad!

[Peter took your twins to another fight. You’re mad, but he needs comfort.]

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☆ Pavitr Prabhakar ☆

Lovebug? No, Cuddlebug!

[How would Pavitr hug you?]

Only you.

[Your insecurities would be your downfall, luckily, Pavitr is head over heels.]

Birthday Girl {linked 1}

[Miles and Pavitr—, on your birthday !]

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★ Gwen Stacy ★

Spidery Romance!

[Some headcanons for our communal girlfriend.]

I don’t like dorks.

[She doesn’t like dorks, you might be an exception.]

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☆ Miguel O’Hara ☆

Hold my swaying Heart.

[You can’t dance, Miguel can teach you.]

Obsessions.

[Miguel can’t let you leave him — You swear you’ve been here before.]

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★ Hobie brown ★

It sounds nice, coming from you.

[You won’t talk very often, but he understands you anyways.]

Spider Kisses.

[A kiss from a Spiders mouth.]

Late Nights.

[Late night store trips. Your lover is a bit of a tease.]

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☆ The Spot ☆

Spotty Dog.

[You find your lover the perfect present.]

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I write a common of 1 every couple days, word count getting sometimes stupidly high, so i’ll try and finish up all the requests in due time!

☆ Will continue to add accordingly! ☆

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multi-fandom-imagine · 11 months

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« Importance || Peter B Parker ||

A/n: this was gonna be fore Miguel but I decided it fit Peter a bit better.

Prompt used:

Holding your jacket over your lover’s head as they hide from the rain, finding their formal outfit more important than your casual wear.

Peter knew he messed up when he ended the relationship with you, he couldn’t help but feel bitter when MJ informed him of your new relationship with Harry.

He thought the two we’re friends, that you were off limits but then again he fucked that relationship up too but if you were happy then he could be happy too, right?

Wrong. Miles may have given him the boost of confidence he needed but he wasn’t about to run up to you to confess that he still loved you and that he was an idiot that messed up. Though it seemed that the universe had other plans for him because he never expected to see you standing outside an awning wearing an elegant dress. You hadn’t spotted him of course, you were to busy yelling at someone on your phone.

He knew he shouldn’t butt in, that he should just keep his head hung low and be on his merry way but then it started to rain and you started to curse.

After hanging up on Harry you were about to step out onto the streets until it started to rain, though that was putting it nicely.

Hearing your name being called your eyes went wide for a moment. Peters name falling off your lips in a single breath, you didn’t expect to see him again. You hated the feeling of how your heart lurched, you hated knowing how you still felt the same way for him. “Peter you look good, though you might want to step out of the rain.”

Quickly making his way by your side the man let out a nervous laugh running his fingers through his wet hair. “Ah thanks…you look great, you look wow, you look beautiful.”

Feeling your cheeks warm you averted your eyes for a moment. “Thank you Peter….um I…I should really get home…this looks like it’s going to last all night and I have a feeling I’m going to be soaked…god I spent so much money on this stupid dress.” You muttered.

Opening his mouth for a moment, Peter quickly slipped off his jacket covering you head. “I’ll walk you the rest of the way….I don’t mind.”

Chuckling for a moment you stepped closer to Peters’s side. Still the same sweet man you feel for all those years ago and knowing that he won’t take no for an answer you grasped his hand. “Okay…shall we.”

It was a quiet walk, minus the rain hitting the side walk though you hated the silence. “Me and Harry are done.”

“What?!” Peter hadn’t been paying much attention, he was doing his best to keep you dry. “Shit….I’m sorry.”

“He cheated on me, confessed after our date….apparently he felt guilty. It was a one time thing, it’s who I was yelling at…and wow I’m sorry for dumping all of that on you” though you were grateful that you managed to get back to your little apartment.

Frowning, Peter adverted his eyes. He hated seeing you look so sad. He hated that Harry even had the chance to hurt you because he blamed himself, what could he even say to you.

‘I’m sorry? Ya that’s real nice.’

“Peter you’re talking to yourself?” Placing you hand on his door knob you squeezed it. “It was a little cute though…I.” Biting your lip smoothed out your dress thankfully it was still dry thanks to Peters efforts.

“Shit..I..Okay I’m gonna go. I….I still have the same number if you ever want to hang out and I’m going to stop talking so I’ll stop making an even bigger ass out of myself.”

Shaking your head you grasped his hand before he could leave. “Would you like to come in an dry off?”

“I..”Straighten his back, he gave you a smile. “I’d love too.”

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eroseas · 10 months

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i wanna hear you say it — miguel o'hara/peter b. parker

summary: miguel is lovesick.

word count: 1.4k

cw: mdni. 18+ only. sexual tension, mature topics, descriptions of violence.

tags: @anchoeritic

an: listen guys idk what got into me but spiderdads slaps like idk what to tell y'all.

It comes out of left field, if Miguel is being really honest.

He’s not a big fan of interventions. They’re a little stupid, a little dramatic, and a little too vulnerable, but with only Peter B. Parker being here, it doesn’t feel like an intervention. It feels like he fucked up. Big time.

“I think you’re confused,” Miguel said, voice tight, eyebrows furrowed, “I’m not–”

“Emotionally available? Good at communicating? Yeah, I noticed.” Peter laughed dryly, leaning back on the couch in Miguel’s apartment. He’d made himself at home so quickly that it ticked him off– how did he even do that? It would take Miguel five visits to even think about lounging around like that, let alone actually doing it.

And yeah, he isn’t exactly emotionally available, but not in the way Peter is thinking. Not in that kind of macho-super-closed-off-nobody-can-get-to-me way. No, definitely not. Everything gets to him– everything makes him feel, and it’s too much, like the overhead lights in a grocery store, or the heat in the summer. He feels too much.

It’s all disgusting, too. It’s all violent and harsh and disgusting. Even his love is like that– it’s all teeth and claws and blood, but it’s the only way his brain and heart see it as right, so it is what it is and he’ll just never find love again. And it’s fine.

“If that’s what you think,” he finally replied, and really, that’s all he can say, because, at the end of the day, he can’t control what Peter thinks, or what the kids think, or what their colleagues think. He can’t control it, and it makes something ugly and cruel claw its way out of his gut, but it’ll never come out of his body, and that’s good.

Peter is in his space quickly and unforgivingly, his eyes a little too dark, his expression a little too serious. It throws Miguel for a loop– because it’s weird, isn’t it? Peter never looks like this, is never one to have tough conversations. Then again, Peter was the one who brought him home after he lost his daughter, and Peter is the one who forced food down his throat, and Peter is the one who called (calls) every day to check up on him and make sure he’s not trying anything stupid.

Which, yeah. He understands. He’d probably do the same if Peter lost Mayday, but he’s not and this is different because he’s fine, he’s just in love– and it’s disgusting.

“Listen,” Peter said lowly, and Miguel bites the inside of his cheek to keep himself from interrupting because Peter is still more experienced, still older, still knows more than he does–

“Something’s up with you and you’re not talking about it. You can’t keep this up.”

Miguel doesn’t know what comes over him– really, he doesn’t. But his lips are pulling up before he can really think about it, his mouth is opening up so he can bare his teeth and snarl at Peter, because who the fuck cares? He’s thirty-two fucking years old, he can keep secrets and hide and run away if he damn near pleases.

But then– oh, but then– Peter’s hand is on his face, his finger is hooked around one of his fangs, and he’s pulling. He’s fucking pulling, and Miguel can’t think for a little bit, can’t do anything but lean forward because Peter is strong, Peter is insistent, Peter is warm–

“You’re acting like a child,” he growled, “Showing your teeth like a damn dog.”

And maybe– maybe that’s why he does it, right? Maybe it’s because Peter spoke to him like that and it was finally a language his heart spoke, it was finally teetering on the edge of disgusting and harsh and absolutely ruthless. Maybe that’s why his lips close around Peter’s digit, and maybe that’s why he bites, then licks, then sucks.

Peter is– well, Peter is quiet and shocked and staring. Miguel opened his mouth and shoved him away, though everything in his body was begging him not to. Bite him again, something whispered, make him bleed, bite him, bite him, bite him.

“Leave,” he sneered, “Maldito– don’t come back.”

Peter, of course, doesn’t fucking move. Just stares and stares and stares, and sometimes that’s all he does, and Miguel notices because of course he does. He may not have that stupid spidey sense, but he’s not a fucking idiot.

His breath is coming out harsh, and quick, and short. The silence is too much, he can hear his own heartbeat, and it’s not okay. This is not fine. He feels the need to fill the silence, but then he’s just pleading– his voice isn’t stern anymore, it’s just pathetic.

“Go,” he insisted, “Leave me alone, Peter, please–”

Peter is crowding him, then, backing him up into his wall. He lets out a shaky breath, his eyes wandering all over Peter’s face, but he can’t make anything out. That bothers him more– more than seeing disgust or anger. At least then he’d have a reaction, at least then he’d have something to work with.

“Is that it?” Peter murmured, his hands pressing into Miguel’s stomach, pushing him hard against the wall. He makes a noise at the back of his throat. How pathetic.

He doesn’t say anything, just keeps watching Peter’s face, waiting and hoping and praying–

“You’re throwing a tantrum because you want me?”

And– it’s a little more than that, actually, because Miguel wants Peter like Peter wants MJ, except Miguel has no grasp of what real love looks like. Not the love you feel in the movies or the love you write songs about or anything like that. No, no– his love is carnal in nature. It’s animalistic, it’s a little monster that rips and claws at his insides, or maybe he’s the monster, but either way, he wants. And it makes him sick.

“And you know what I want?” He snarled sarcastically, pushing him off. Peter barely budges but moves anyway.

“No,” he replied, “That’s the problem.”

Miguel’s chest heaved, and he doesn’t know what has him so worked up (Peter), he doesn’t know what’s gotten into him (Peter), he doesn’t know why his heart hurts so bad (PETER).

And, at this point, nothing is really holding him back. Nothing else could really go wrong.

“I–” He faltered, growling in frustration, “I want you like you want MJ.”

Peter stood very still, then, his expression morphing into understanding because it’s not some sex thing, it’s seriously not. It kind of is, obviously, but it’s not everything, and Miguel wants everything because he’s never been one to pick and choose. Certainly not with Peter B. Parker.

“I want to eat you alive,” he breathed, that little monster roaring in delight as Peter flushed, but his eyes went dark, “I want to bite you and ruin you because that’s what I do–”

He flinched back when Peter came close, shaking his head quickly.

“Stop–” He choked, trying to get away from his too-warm hands and his soft touch because he doesn’t deserve that.

“Miguel,” Peter whispered, pressing so close and so insistent and Miguel can’t help but press back. “Miguel, you can.”

And he doesn’t really get it. Not at first, anyway. He doesn’t understand until Peter is pressing him against the wall and tugging at his hair– not until Peter is kissing him hard and ruthlessly with too much teeth and too much tongue, but it’s exactly what he’s always dreamed of, and it makes him so, so warm inside.

He kissed him back because what the fuck else is he gonna do? He tugged at his clothes, at his arms, at his back. He can’t help that his claws are a little too long, that he’s scratching a little too much. Peter is careful with his fangs, though, but he’s still as desperate as Miguel is.

Miguel can’t even remember the last time he did this– can’t remember the last time ever showed him genuine interest and desire. His heart is hurting less and less, especially when Peter grabs him by the scruff of his neck like a little cat and pushes his face into the junction of his neck and shoulder.

He shuddered at the implication, at the sheer amount of trust, and licked at a patch of skin.

“C’mon, baby,” Peter murmured, “Have at it.”

And he does.

#spiderdads #miguel x peter #peter x miguel #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara drabble #miguel o'hara/peter b. parker #miguel o'hara x peter b parker #petter b parker drabble #spiderdads fic #spidersdads drabble #ೃ⁀➷; girluvrr writes

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mrs3vil · 7 months

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𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐕 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 “𝙝𝙤𝙩“ ★

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝐟. gabriel o'hara, miguel o'hara, peter b parker ❞ 🎀

𝐢’𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 with gabriel o'hara I had to insert him. also this is not smut or sexual (i mean technically it kinda is but whatever) only tws, old men and flustered spider people. also gabriel is kinda ooc 𓈒*◞🎻

𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 tried to keep the reader as gender neutral as possible! sorry of there are any specifications, also sorry for any mistakes but english isn't my first language!! 𓈒*◞🎻

𝗚𝗔𝗕𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗟 𝗢’𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔

He thought you were talking about another Gabriel O'hara at first. You were mindlessly talking on the phone with one of your "spider friends" while walking right next to his private lab, loudly enough so that he could hear. He stopped doing whatever he was doing for a moment, moving his goofy goggles on his forehead. His heart beated faster against his chest, as if it was about to destroy his rib cage and come out just for you. It was the only thing on his mind for a few days, how your voice shaped perfectly those words, he would do anything to be called such things by you again. Now that he knew you liked him back, he was much more confident when awkwardly flirting with you.

𝗠𝗜𝗚𝗨𝗘𝗟 𝗢’𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔

He couldn't believe his ears. He's been "flirting" with you for some months, if of course, you consider being treated like a normal human being with feelings and opinions a flirt. He thought you weren't really interested, when really you just didn't even realize he was being "extra nice" to you, or at least, his idea of extra nice. But you had to admit, he wasn't bad looking, he wasn't at all actually he was hot, and apparently you were happy to admit it to Jess too. He swallowed as he leaned closer to the core of your voices, paying attention to staying hidden. He didn't know why he was being so dramatic about it, he felt like a little school girl, but suddenly, he desperately wanted to hear you praise him again.

𝗣𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗕 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞𝗘𝗥

It immediately boosted his ego, a proud grin spreading across his features, finally his terrible dad jokes paid off. He listened carefully as you talked with one of the many Spiderwomen that were friends with you as you two giggled like to little girls at a pijama party. You started complimenting things he never realized about himself, and he couldn't do anything but lean closer to hear further how hot you thought he was. He could have listened for hours, if only he didn't trip on a wandering peace of paper that seemed to have appeared from nowhere. Your eyes widened, your hands reaching to cover your mouth, trying to hide your red face. "Hello..."

‧₊˚ ୨ HAHAKS im sorry if i didn't include hobie i just didn't have any inspiration for him today :( if yall liked this post tho i could include him in a pt 2 or smth. also reblogs and comments are very appreciated! goodnight and stay safe babes <3

#atsv x reader #miguel ohara #gabriel ohara #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara x you #peter b parker x reader #peter b parker #atsv peter b parker #gabriel ohara spiderverse #gabriel ohara x reader #atsv fanfiction #atsv x you #atsv x gn reader #atsv drabble #atsv scenarios

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beanswrites · 9 months

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Always Keeping You Safe

this is my Spider-man brainrot talking, people

also this felt like Peter so much and it was just so cute ahhhhhh💗💗💗

oh also!! Peter and reader are married in this drabble, and reader is Mayday's mother

pairing: Peter B. Parker (from Spider-man: Into the Spiderverse) x fem! reader

tags: fluff, following without knowledge??, classic spiderman kiss

summary: after dropping off Mayday at daycare, you notice a certain superhero following you as you walk home.

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"Bye, honey!" You wave goodbye to your toddler as she goes off to play with her friends. The teacher waves at you too as you leave the daycare.

You stroll home, enjoying the first warmth of spring which just hit NYC. There are many people out on the streets, so you decide to take the little shortcuts to get home quickly and get started on work.

But NYC is a dangerous place - especially for young women, whose lives could be endangered even when doing such simple things as walking home alone. Even if it was the middle of the day, there were many villains, bad guys and who knows what else lurking in the shadows.

The fact that your husband Peter, the great hero Spiderman, was out on a mission, didn't really help to calm your nerves. You hadn't seen him in a couple of days, he had something large to care of with the other Spider-people. Which meant he wouldn't be there, couldn't save you, if something were to snatch and harm you right now.

A metal stairway shrieked as you walked by it , making your skin crawl. You felt strange, like there were eyes on you with every step. It was creepy, to say the least.

But, somehow, that unknown gaze on your skin didn't feel threatening at all - it felt warm, loving, like the gentle breeze on an April morning.

Suddenly, an empty can of soda dropped from above, almost as if appeared out of thin air. You recognized the brand very well; your fridge was always stocked with it.

"I know you're here, Peter" You say, rolling your eyes with a chuckle.

Your husband swings down, a dissapointed expression on his face.

"Damn it! How'd you know it was me, hon?"

"I missed you, too"

He laughs through the mask, swinging upside down.

"Sorry, baby. I missed you, hon, so much."

You start taking off his mask with a sly expression.

"Mayday and I are so lonely without you, y'know? Can't wait for you to finally be back.."

He chuckles sweetly, your lips so close that you can feel his breath on yours.

"Soon, I promise. Give me a couple more days and I'm all yours"

"Good"

Your lips finally meet, kissing like it's been years since you last saw each other, not days. His kisses are eager and full of need and want, showing you exactly how much he's needed you in the past week. Your hands hold his cheeks tightly to yourself, not even caring that you'll run out of air.

Who needs air when you have your hot, amazing husband?

When you finally pull away, you ask:

"Why were you following me, tho?"

"Just wanted to make sure you were safe, hon. No matter how busy I am, your and May's safety is my top priority. Always, yeah?"

"Yeah. Always."

that's all for this one, thanks for reading! send me requests and follow for more <3

#spiderman #spiderman into the spiderverse #into the spider verse #spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #peter b parker #peter b parker x reader #peter b parker x fem reader #fluff #peter b parker fluff #drabble #fluff drabble #spiderman drabble #requests open

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andvenuscried · 1 month

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SPIDERVERSE UNIVERSE.

WARNING,

a lot down here is NSFW!

NAVIGATION.

✮ — nsfw

☾ — sfw

for more, click here: guidelines + more info.

… there is nothing here yet. work is in progress.

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keisobe · 10 months

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౨ৎ ‧˚ 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐖𝐄𝐁 (𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛. 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 + 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐨’𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚) ⋮ heavily suggestive. age difference. 18+ reader. cheating. ooc. ⎯ spiderdads love having you as their little intern.

recently receiving a spider watch after a year of your debut as spider-woman in your dimension, you made it your ultimate duty to live up to the expectations of your variant superiors. your forthcoming nature and free time was open to anyone, but you found yourself always being in the radar of peter and miguel.

it would start off with innocent requests.

“hey kid, is it fine if you could grab me some coffee?” peter would smile at your enthusiastic nod and hand you his ‘number one dad’ mug. by now you know peter’s order— steaming hot coffee with powdered creamer.

“kid, transfer these files to sector 3.” miguel wouldn’t even look at you, but you still flashed a grin and began to sprint through the bustling hallway. you also learned he liked the empanadas at the cafeteria.

and in exchange of completed requests, you’ve found yourself looped into their peculiar ways to regard your work.

“good girl.” peter’s voice was hushed and deep as he sweetly patted your head, taking a careful sip of his aromatic coffee with an attractive grin. he left you a little stunned after that, or more so a blushing mess. then you watched him go back into his usual ‘i’m a proud dad’ routine and attend to mayday back in his dimension.

“gracias cari– u-umm i mean thanks… kid.” miguel uncharacteristically fumbles his words as he finally darts his ruby eyes away from the glowing, holographic screens, looking into your eyes with actual acknowledgement of your presence. his gaze was intense, a sense of longing in them. then he abruptly dismisses you, leaving you with a sense of wonder as to what just happened as you exited his lab.

it was always a special occasion when the two of them would be together.

“kiddo, you free?” peter shouted as he waved you down in the midst of you finishing a small errand for jess.

you responded with a firm nod as you sent jess a brief message on your watch. the smile you wore slightly faltered at the sight of a weirdly unreadable miguel beside peter— eyes glittering with a shade of red that you’ve never seen before. it made you feel on edge. nonetheless, you approach the two with a determined glow on your face as you let them lead you with peter filling in the awkward silence with his little quips and sarcastic comments towards miguel.

at this point, you've been working for the spider society for three months now. the teasing remarks from the other spider-people toned down and you’re finally classified as a real agent, exclusively working alongside miguel, jessica, and peter. and even through the fantastic upbringings in your life, something has been eating at you— more correctly, two people have been making your life miserably complicated.

miguel was by far the most interesting person you’ve met. his past takes a toll on him every counting day and the integral goal he based his life around is to never repeat his one mistake. although he’s very calloused and irritable, you admired his ambition and the rare moments his cold demeanor would falter to reveal a huge dork (in no other dimension have you ever seen a grown man get bullied by his own ai). as much as miguel shared a huge part of himself to you, he seemed far more content with being completely alone and devoting his life to a vow he made that day his daughter and an entire universe was wiped from existence.

peter, sarcastic and careless in nature, recently became an attentive father. it was endearing to see, considering the various stories of his depressing upbringing would make your warm lunch turn ice cold and soggy within a minute into his sulky narration (you might’ve avoided spending your lunch breaks with him afterwards). and his rekindling love with mary-jane finally gave him a sense of comfort and relief of a normal, happy family life. peter gave you a sting of hope that things will somehow turn out okay in the end. it made you feel closer to him, until you remembered that he was just sharing some old, adult wisdom to you.

and that was fine with you. you can totally push aside your small crushes for peter and miguel. one was emotionally unavailable and one was in a stable relationship with a beautiful daughter. plus they were your bosses and twice your age. so why? why is that miguel would linger a little longer whenever you announced that you’ll be going back to your dimension? why is that peter’s brown eyes would brighten up whenever you held mayday lovingly in your arms?

it didn’t help when miguel would start to call you endearing pet names with a genuine smile on his face, or when peter would situate you on his lap as he nuzzle his nose into your neck just because ‘it felt comfortable’. this conundrum made you think that you were completely losing your damn mind, that somehow you were looking too deep into the lines. but you concluded it was just all a huge misunderstanding on your part.

yeah, that’s what it was.

“you have to be quiet, okay?”

peter mumbles in the shell of ear as he clumsily discards your tight spider suit in the corner of the room while miguel makes sure that all the doors are sealed shut and locked from prying eyes.

it was normal just a few minutes ago. peter ribbing miguel with his usual dry humor, and miguel ignoring his antics to tick him off while leading you both to what you presumed to be a private conference room to discuss the important matters of anomalies.

but when the three of you nearly approach the door, peter suddenly stops talking. cautiously looking around his surroundings, peter presses himself closer and subtly grinds his hips onto the softness of your ass while miguel’s lingering hand gropes the curve of your tits— his neutral expression completely taunting your shattering composure. this is where your actual conundrum begins.

the room continued to hiss as the electric engines faintly knocked on the metal walls. the dimmed lights that made your very inappropriate circumstances much more intimate than it should be.

the chiseled arch of miguel’s cheekbones brushed the plush skin of your spread thighs, his sharp canines eagerly leaving tender marks that were reserved for only the three of you to look at. each bite and suck left you weakly whimpering his name with growing anticipation.

it was lonely back in your dimension, your bed was cold without another body to warm it up. returning back to an empty apartment would elicit forbidden thoughts— ones that held you in a heated daze until you realize you’re dumbly standing in the middle of the room and shamelessly yearning to open another portal to be in the arms of peter and miguel.

god, this was so wrong.

“aw, do you want more kid?” peter teasingly asks as his stumble scrapes along your jawline, leaving marks of his own along the junction of your neck.

miguel gazed up at your troubled expression, an amused smirk dancing along the swell of your inner thighs.

morals, pay attention to your morals.

you nodded eagerly, a force of habit after attending to the various needs of your superiors, but miguel wouldn’t take that as an answer.

“you have to tell us cariño.” miguel grumbles in between his love bites— crimson eyes glowing under the dull light.

oh well.

“yes! please, i need more.”

peter and miguel muse at your neediness, swiftly changing their positions as they propped you comfortably on a table placed in the middle of the room. you flinched from the chilling contact, but you were immediately warmed up when both men knelt down— each hooking an arm around your quivering legs and indecently displaying you as they spread your limbs. they move like they were on the same wavelength, finally agreeing on one thing.

guilt pinged in your stomach once again when peter’s wedding band brushes against your skin and miguel’s spider watch brightly flashes with pilled voice memos urgently calling for his assistance.

obviously annoyed, miguel hastily pries off the pinging watch and puts it aside while peter eagerly tucks his wedding ring in the pocket of his discarded pink robe. weirdly, their visible desperation to have their attention focused on you filled you with pride.

finally, two pairs of eyes were trained on you, sparkling with a hypnotizing red and a drunken brown. their previous notions left no ounce of guilt, instead it made them hyper focused with lust.

“don’t worry querida,” miguel gruffly murmurs as he snags your underwear with a sharp finger. “peter and i will take good care of you.”

“but don’t tell anyone kiddo.” peter cuts in, a subtle grin on his face but through his playful tone, he was dead serious.

you compliantly nodded.

of course, you won’t tell a single soul.

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cyberstrm · 10 months

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spiderpeople + how they confess their love to you

cws: none!

a/n: hey!! reqs r open!!

HOBIE definitely made you a CD of all the songs he thought you'd like or that reminded him of you. you'd never EVER seen him nervous before, but when he was giving it to you he was shaking and couldn't look you in the eyes. you listened to it later that day and knew immediately what he was getting at. you couldn't wait for the next morning, so you appeared in his dimension unannounced and just kissed him. he was a mess, but so very giddy for a good few days after and told anyone who was willing to listen about it.

MIGUEL is not good with feelings, especially love. putting feelings into words is not his thing. it was late at the spider hq, both of you were working late. he kept closing the distance between the two of you, whatever he was doing he somehow found a way to do it close to you. you asked him if everything was okay, and he didn't say anything. instead he leant forward slowly and placed his palm on your cheek, cupping your face. and he kissed you. it was so gentle and loving and you were a blushing mess afterwards. no words were spoken, but both of you somehow knew that you were now in a relationship.

PETER B is the cliche. he appears at your doorstep on a rainy sunday evening with flowers and a letter. you asked him why he decided to do this when the weather was so awful, but he said he just couldn't wait any longer. you let the rainsoaked man in and read the letter, and it was the sweetest thing you'd even seen. you didn't even care when he hugged you and got you wet, or when he kissed you and his hair drenched your face. it was perfect.

#spiderman across the spiderverse #peter b parker #miguel o'hara #hobie brown #spider punk #x reader #x you #x y/n #hcs #headcanons #imagine #fic #drabble #drabbles #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x y/n #peter b parker x reader #hobie brown x reader

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miguel-ohara-wifey · 9 months

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Hey! Wanted to say your writings amazing and Id like to request something for Hobie and Peter B Parker!(separately ofc!) If you dont want to do this you can ignore it. I thought it'd be a neat drama idea if both their S/Os were put in a situation where their getting the absolute s h i t kicked out of them. Why? Because they held Miguel off long enough for Miles to escape, which leads to S/O suffering Miguels rage. Knowing Miguel when he's M A D, their going to get their shit rocked 101%. What would be their reaction to having to witness that? And how would they intervene?

Dawww thank, and mmmm tasty tasty angst. Me like, I shall provide food

I had to go back(Drabble)

Hobie brown x Gender neutral!reader

Rating: Angst with a happy ending & Hurt comfort

Warning: violence, mention of stitching, medical stuff I truly don’t know what I’m talking about here just roll with it, multiple injury, blood, swearing

The black which edged your vision as you fended off Miguel closed in fully. Doing so the second Miguel had sunk his paralyzing venom into your blood stream. He effortlessly held you at the throat, slamming you against the furthest wall with a heavy throw. You didn’t feel any pain, but that didn’t stop the oncoming concussion.

You couldn’t stand by as Miguel tortured that sweet boy miles. Hobie felt the same too, but simply choose to leave the scene of infighting all together. But you couldn’t just leave.

Only by the salty taste of tears slipping through the crack in between your lips did you know you were crying. As a pool of blood cushioned the metal floor from the side of your head. Truly your heart itself had stopped but your mind remained somewhat inside your skull. You were somewhat grateful to be paralyzed, this is the worst injuries you’ve ever sustained. The bone cracking pain wouldn’t allow you to stay conscious. Even so, it was terrifying to be unable to move.

Laying awkwardly on the floor and all you could do under Miguel’s six foot grimace was breath. You saw the unfeeling calculation behind his eyes at what to do with you. During your fight it was all rage and yelling, the burn of adrenaline against each other. Now it’s a cold knife at your neck, with you at his total mercy.

Cutting through the silence, was an all too familiar boom of a guitar. Hobie drop kicked Miguel out from his portal, striking Spider-Man of 2099 across the room. Before Miguel could recover from the shock Hobie grabbed you from the floor. Leaping into the portal he just exited, once on the other side. He grinned at the leader of the spider society, tossing his gizmo through the rip in time and space with you in both of his arms.

“By the way I still quit.” Red ate away at Miguel’s eyes once again as he howled “HOBIE-“

Neither of you could hear the end of Miguel’s threat, cause the window between your worlds had already shut itself off. Now you’re back at Hobie’s place, the musk of his dirty underwear and East London filled your nostrils. The broken ceiling lights cast hobies home in a tender darkness. The moon light of early evening peaking through his only window. Shining against his lip and earning piercings. As your gaze was now rolled up to his. He smiled down at you, dropping his prized base on the floor. Doing so when it meant being able to gently place you on his couch.

Now your bleeding and broken form was cushioned by a faded greenish blue fabric. With some tears allowing the cotton to escape partially. Hobie despite not having much time to clean up or much money to find somewhere better. His presence alone made any room comfortable. You watched as he opened his fridge, taking out a blackish green vial.

He knelt down on the wooden floors beside your head, pushing the back of your scalp up to him. He explained,

“I made a cure for Miguel’s venom just in case, trust me this’ll work.” You blinked affirmatively as he softly placed the open edge of the vial onto your bottom lip. He tilted your head slightly higher, so a stream of the liquid would pour down your throat. He stopped once the glass was half empty, you coughed. Now able to feel your face.

A second later the pain hit you, suddenly as if Miguel was throwing you about all over again. Hobie noticed and grabbed a first aid kit shoved under the couch. His furniture was suddenly a hospital bed, as he kept himself kneeling. Going first to your left arm to stitch up his claw marks.

“Need anythin else love? Water? Tv? Ice?” You tilted your head towards him.

Using the speck of strength you had left in your body, to caress his chin. Your finger tips just grazing his lip piercing, saying.

“Just you hobie..” punctuated by a pained smile, your grin was meet with a broken expression from him. He relented as he gently sewed your slashed skin together, almost choking on the apology. “I’m so sorry love, I didn’t think…I should’ve…” you let him finish as he swallowed his pride and hurt conscience. “I was selfish just to leave. I should’ve gotten you too.” You admitted to being resentful of his quick exit. But you just played with the ends of his coiled hair, “It’s alright love, I forgive you…”

I’d never leave you(Drabble)

Peter P Parker x gender neutral!reader

Rating: Angst with no happy ending + hurt comfort

Warning: violence, blood, swearing

Miguel and you were in an equal tussle, you’ve received a few claw marks through your suit and skin. Bleeding out over the colors of your costume. As you managed to crack some of Miguel’s bones. Compelling him to limp and need a breather between throwing shit at you.

The spider HQ lobby was nearly on collapse by an hour of your fighting. Every single one of the side pillars have been cracked open. Debris huddled on the glass flooring bottoming the building. Creating more broken windows than miles did when he leapt out to escape Miguel. But you weren’t planning too in the slightest.

“You piece of shit!” Miguel screamed into your ear when he gained the upper hand. Pining you down by his forearms, kicking and pushing at him in futile efforts to break free.

You tried blocking his clawed strikes, managing to scrap your cheek a couple of times. But overall evading the fate of your face being ripped off by his talons. Soon a block of cement crashed through Miguel, hurtling him off of you. You doin a breather, unconsciously gazing up to see who had broken you free.

It was Peter, with an empty baby carrier still strapped to his chest. Swaddled underneath by his pink robe and bunny slippers, you’d never thought you’d be this relieved to see him walk out of the house like that.

“All this attention he was giving you I was starting to get jealous!” He joked with a nervous grin, he snaked your left arm around the brim of the top of his shoulders. “PETER-“ Miguel screeched as he tossed back that very makeshift wrecking ball back where you two meet.

Peter acted instantly and threw you both out into the air with his webslinging. Neither you dared to look back at Miguel chasing you. Peter fiddled in between a few moments of percussive maintenance, as in not pretentious terms smacking the object until it works. The portal appeared, in its pool of reflective hues you saw Miguel’s snarling visage back into your sight. Instinctively huddled yourself into Peter, feeling the shift of realities wash over you in the darkness of your silenced sight.

Then a New York breeze brushes your skin, opening your eyes back up. Half of your vision is taken up by Peter’s chest, the other saw his blueish white kitchen.

“Can you stand up?” You nodded as he gently introduced the bottoms of your feet to his kitchen floor. You were woozy from blood loss but nothing was broken, you hoped.

But you immediately stand yourself down on his dining room table. Removing sweat from your forehead after freeing your face from your mask.

“Want some coffee?” He inquired gently, with his signature deflecting smile. You shook your head, saying “No, I’ll take any tea ya have tho…” he scoffed, “In New York that’s blasphemy?!”

You laughed together, just to kill the unknowing silence that’ll inevitably divide you two. Peter’s too afraid to go against Miguel. Peter’s always been a peace keeper, he doesn’t fight when he doesn’t have to. You’re a warrior in that regard, hands will be thrown right when you see injustice. Your idea of what a spider person aught to be was different in that regard.

“I’m not going back Peter.” You concluded the laughter with an abrupt bluntness, topped by a somewhat guilt ridden smile “Well obviously you can’t go back now-“ you cut him off as the grin dissipated under your nose “No. The spider society shouldn’t exist, what we’ve done is wrong. What we were doing to miles is wrong. Cant you see that?!” You were conscious of the fact Mayday was likely asleep somewhere in the house. But raised your volume enough to get the point across.

He rubbed his eyes with his back to the edge of his kitchen counter. Unable to or not wanting to look at you.

“I understand but-“ you rose from your seat in a fury “Nothing to understand Peter. Never mind on that Tea, I’ll get some myself.” As your sentence wrapped up you made your way out of the room. Peter gently caressed his fingers around your arm. You cast his touch aside violently. “Don’t touch me.” You whispered in response, immediately leaving his apartment after.

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here's my first ever tumblr drabble!!

(ftm) Peter B. Parker x male reader

bodyworship bc I fucking love his body RAAAAHHH

You and Peter had been high school sweethearts, and your four year wedding anniversary was just days away. He couldn't help but be a tad insecure, actually scratch that, he was feeling very insecure recently. You knew all about his secret identity as Spider-Man, and supported him through it. Even when he decided to take a small break from it to focus on you. He had gained a fair amount of weight since, faint stretch marks adorning his hips and pudgy stomach. He hated it. He was currently staring into the full length mirror that was stationed by the closet, poking and prodding at his squishy stomach.

"Pete? Where are you?" you call out, dropping your keys in their respectful place on the shelf by the front door.

He flinches at the sound of your voice, not wanting to see him so.. weak (his own words)

"In here, doll" He beckons from the bedroom. You follow the sound into the bedroom, quickly taking in the sight of him, shirtless and in front of the mirror.

"What's all this about?" You tilt your head in confusion.

"Ah, I was just.." He trails off, trying to come up with an excuse before letting out a small dejected sigh. "I've been struggling with.. liking my body recently" He finally pipes up.

You frown, walking up behind him and placing your hands onto his plush hips.

"I'm sorry, angel. I know how that is" You squeeze his hips reassuringly, placing a few tender kisses to his neck. "I think I can help" You offer, a sly smile playing across your lips.

"Yeah? How's that?" He cranes his neck to look at you, clearly interested.

"Let me show you how much I love your body, Pete. Would that be alright?" You purr, running your hands along the sides of his torso, sending a shiver down his spine.

"I- Yeah, sure" He replies, trying to seem nonchalant, but can't deny the sickening swirling in his stomach at your words.

"Hm, good choice" You hum, squeezing his hips and pressing a few open mouthed kisses to the side of his neck. God, you always knew how to make him melt.

You lead him to the bed, pushing him onto the mattress gingerly and settling in between his legs. Your hands roam across his body, tracing every stretch mark and freckle. No part of his body would be left untouched by the end of tonight.

"So pretty, Pete" You mumble, kissing across his chest, lingering over his top surgery scars, and finally down to his stomach. His back arches instinctively at the contact, and he bites down on his lower lip, as to not let any sounds slip out. You run your hands along his thighs, squeezing gently as you kiss down his stomach.

He fucking whines. And oh, god, what a heavenly sound it was. You pause for a moment, smirking devilishly up at him.

"Can i?" A question you already knew the answer to, as you tug at the waistband of his sweatpants.

"Yeah- yeah, please" He nods, his cheeks flushed a gorgeous pink. You grin, pulling down his sweatpants and boxers, taking note of the small glistening stain adorning the briefs.

"Fuck, you're so wet already" You chuckle, breath ghosting over his now exposed cunt.

"Please.." He whines, looking down at you, his beautiful brown eyes glinting with desperation.

"In a minute" You mutter, pressing soft kisses to his inner thighs. Those kisses quickly turn into hickeys, which turn into bites. Peter can do nothing but grip the sheets underneath him, whining your name hoping that you'll be merciful and give him what he wants.

It seems as if his prayers were answered when you press a sweet kiss to his clit, rubbing his thighs comfortingly.

He lets out a low groan, tangling his fingers into your hair and pressing his puffy clit against your lips.

"Behave" You mumble, licking a flat stripe across his slit.

He keens, gripping tightly onto your hair and fighting with his life to not wrap his legs around your head.

You hum contently, attaching your lips to his clit once more, suckling gently. You continue this for a bit, eliciting sweet moans and whines from the man underneath you. But that doesn't seem to be enough for you, so you slip two digits into sopping cunt. Peter moans loudly at this. You continue your relentless assault on his clit, along with curling your fingers inside of him.

"oh, oh, fuck" He whines, bucking his hips slightly.

Found it. You can't help but smirk slightly, speeding up the pace at which your fingers are thrusting into him. The room is filled with the heavenly whines and pleads for more, along with the wet squelching of your husband's cunt.

This continues on for a few more minutes, as you notice Peter's moans and pleads getting more desperate, louder.

You pull away from his clit for a moment, looking up at him with lust blown pupils. "Gonna cum f'me, handsome?" You purr, continuing to thrust your fingers in and out of him.

"Fuck- fuck, yes, just- keep going" He begs lifting his hips slightly off the bed, as if to tempt you.

Of course, you oblige, attaching your lips back onto his clit and sucking fervently.

He practically wails tugging harshly on your hair as he cums, absolutely drenching your chin. You stay there for a bit, licking fat stripes across his clit to prolong his orgasm. Finally, you pull away, removing your fingers as well, and licking them clean.

You rest your head on his stomach, beaming up at your husband.

"You're perfect, y'know that? I wouldn't have you any other way." You look at him, nothing but admiration and love in your eyes.

"Thank you.. for everything, for loving me, being here.." He smiles, pulling you up against him and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"You don't need to thank me, Peter. I love you wholly, and unconditionally"

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