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silkscream · 10 months

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i get mean when i’m nervous (like a bad dog)

ꨄ︎ pairing: miguel o’hara x gn!silk/spider!reader

ꨄ︎ synopsis: you go too far in your defense of miles when you give miguel an ultimatum.

ꨄ︎ tags: rated explicit/18+ (smut), unprotected sex, dom!miguel, choking, dacryphilia, angst, reader is probably early to mid20s and miguel is early 30s? reader is afab

ꨄ︎ wc: 2.1k

ꨄ︎ notes: we all knew this was coming. i didnt proofread it (sorry!) anyways, thank yall so much for 4k <3

“You’re too hard on the kid.”

“He is an anomaly.”

“You said that about me, too, remember?” You look at Miguel, exasperated.

For someone so good at menacing eye contact, he knows he can’t quite one-up you (though he’d never admit it). Miguel looks past your face instead, like he’s looking through you. You hate it.

It must’ve been a fluke. A coincidence. How could it be that the damn spider bit you, too? He hates that you remind him of this every time you defend Miles.

“I’m not supposed to be here either, but I am. So why can’t he be here too, O’Hara?”

“Just fucking drop it, please,” he seethes.

“Or what?” you spit back at him.

He scans your face, brows furrowed. Miguel isn’t sure who’s the hunter and who’s the animal provoked. Your eyes are bright and livid, and your feet are rooted in the space before him. He swallows, his jugular tough and broad. Even as he towers over you, you’re firm in your cruel gaze.

“That’s enough,” he dismisses simply. He needs to cut the tension. He’s itching to do it with his claws if he has to, but you aren’t budging.

“If he goes, I go.”

“Excuse me?” His jaw clenches with an iron grip.

You don’t repeat yourself. The room is silent enough to make your heavy breaths echo. With your lips set grimly in a line, you stand your gaze with him even if it feels painful. With Miguel, it always does. You’re surprised about the lack of fear you possess in your body. There’s something else brewing in the pit of your stomach that you can’t quite process.

Miguel feels it too. Fucking tenfold.

It’s a surprise to no one that the man turns primal when angry, but the air about him right now has you trembling. Ever since you joined the Spider Society, Miguel’s coldness never budged for reasons unknown to you. He was somehow the cruelest to you out of everyone when he found the opportunity to, sometimes avoiding you for days after he’d snap. And now, right in front of him, you dare to bare your teeth at his authority. How fucking stubborn and waspish you are. It makes him feel livid.

Something shifts in his eyes, a storm cloud passing through the sky.

“What, you’re giving me the silent treatment now?” he taunts. “You’re not going fucking anywhere.”

“Why does it matter to you if I’m clearly a nuisance?”

“You leaving doesn’t solve any–”

“You literally wanted me gone the moment you met me!”

“Shut up!”

It’s like a glass breaks. You gasp at the feeling of Miguel grabbing you so suddenly, the grip on your arms tight as he slightly shakes you. With a heavy exhale, he opens his mouth to say something, but all that comes out is something of a growl.

“Shut. The fuck. Up.”

He lifts his hand and for a second you think he might hit you, but he simply grasps your chin tightly, lifting your face as you feel his warm breath fan your cheeks. He looks at you and you stare back, sharp-toothed and sullen.

It’s like whiplash when his mouth meets yours in an open gasp. His other hand buries itself in your hair. You melt against his body, arms thrown around his neck as he slots a leg in between both of yours.

For once, his mind goes quiet. It’s the quietest it’s ever been. He nips at your bottom lip with his fangs until you feel a coppery taste on your tongue, but you keep going, begging for more. Everything in your body burns for him from your very core, as if something foreign has rooted itself inside your sternum that won’t stop growing. It feels much too big for your body now.

He gasps – actually gasps – at the feeling of your tongue on his neck. Long, dark eyelashes flutter as you lave over the junction between his neck and his jaw, which is already difficult to reach given Miguel’s height. He hoists you up effortlessly until your back is against the wall and your balance is kept together by his rigid body alone.

An animalistic snarl emits from his mouth when he feels your teeth, so he grabs you by the hair to meet your drunken gaze. He presses his forehead to yours with eyes closed.

“Fuckin’ anomaly. You’re a fuckin’.... rarity. Like nothing I’ve ever seen,” he mutters, voice low. “S’why you can’t leave me.”

You’re dizzy at his words. Your breaths sync until you aren’t sure where you end and he begins.

“I can’t even… tell you what you do to me. Can’t put it into words. It’s no good.”

“Say it in a different way, then,” you whisper.

He groans. You can feel how hard he is underneath you and it takes everything in you not to roll your hips against him, so he does it for you. He kisses you again with even more desperation this time, tongue and teeth swapping spit as he grips you, like he’s trying to tear you apart with his claws.

Gripping your ass, he carries you from the wall to the couch by his desk, heavy body on top of yours as he quickly discards you of your suit in record speed. You can still feel the sting of your split lip from his teeth and he tongues over it as a quiet apology, groan in his throat tapering off to a whimper.

“Please,” he mumbles against your open mouth, and you can’t tell if he’s begging for forgiveness or for permission.

All it takes is a whimper from you and he slots two fingers against your folds, collecting your wetness as he moans against your mouth. It’s strange, how Miguel’s fury melted into unbridled need just because you’d gotten him too riled up. If he wasn’t going to fight with you, he was going to take what he wanted. Being around you already tormented him in this way, and the only time he could fully admit it was now, he’d decided. The moment he kissed you, he knew.

He looks at you like he’s starved, like you’re just the prey he’s been waiting for. It feels terrifying for him, how much he wants you. How you’ve been both the bane of existence and the golden apple taunting him since the moment he’d laid eyes on you.

“Tell me you want it,” he says with a strained voice.

“I want it,” you murmur. “I want you.”

He’s too impatient to prep you despite how badly he wants to taste your cunt. His suit disintegrates into pixels until his tan skin is revealed, scars smoothed over your nimble fingertips. Your touch makes him shudder.

You bite back a moan when you feel the thickness of him glide into you with little effort from how wet you are. It stings in your core only slightly before he thrusts into you again with a slow pace. You keen in his touch, eyes rolling back already. It makes him want to disintegrate.

Miguel can’t think anymore. Nothing coherent, at least. His senses are swimming – drowning – in everything that is you. Your scent, your skin, your breath. The thought of all of it used to cross his mind during inopportune and inconvenient times, and the mere fact of this version of you existing in his brain made him feel disgusted in himself. You were a parasite in his mind and you didn’t even know it. He needed to get you out, like you had infected him somehow, and he thought for a brief moment before he kissed you that this would be the way out.

God, was he fucking wrong.

Because now he knows what it feels like to be inside your warm cunt and he’ll never be able to forget it. He’ll never be able to take anyone else again because of how fucking good your pussy feels. So good it almost makes him angry. Because here you are, writhing and whimpering underneath him, blissed out enough to see stars, and you don’t even know how much pain you’re bringing him as much as pleasure. To have something he’s always wanted – how lovely it should be, but how painful it is to feel once he thinks that he doesn’t deserve it. He wants to encapsulate this feeling so he can get drunk on it again and again for the rest of his fucking life.

His name falls from your lips so sweetly. It’s petals falling from a tree.

“Fuck,” he groans. He strokes your face, thumb grazing over your bottom lip.

You sound like a wounded animal when you cry out again. He’s too rough again with his teeth on your neck to the point where you know there has to be a mark at this point. His teeth move down to your breast where you feel his tongue glide over your nipple.

He hits that spot inside you, warm and gummy around him, and he has to clasp his eyes tightly shut so he can focus on not cumming. He’s breathless when he opens his eyes again, lifting your leg to rest on his shoulder as he gets deeper into you. You arch into his touch and he can’t fucking believe how pliable you are, how malleable.

“Look at me,” he says in a hushed mutter when he sees your eyelids fluttering at the pace of his thrusts. “Wan’ you to look at me when I fuck you.”

His tone is almost mean. When your eyes are wide open for him, so is your mouth. You’re so beautiful. Like nothing he’s ever seen. A fucking enigma. He can’t help but connect your lips again, all teeth and tongue as you snake your arms around his body. He surprises you by pinning both of your arms down with the same force he uses when sparring. It makes you even more feverish.

There are tears collecting at the corners of your eyes as he fucks into you even harder. With one hand pinning your wrists together, Miguel has his other hand wrapped around your throat.

“My pretty baby,” he mumbles. He surprises himself when he hears it come out of his mouth out loud. “Fuck. Fuck.”

“Miguel–”

“What, it’s too much for you?” he snickers, his voice gravelly. “Thought you were my tough girl.”

He emphasizes my like it’s obvious. Your stomach churns.

“Shut up.”

“Yeah, you can take it. Fucking take it.”

You’d bark out a smartass reply if you could, but the snap of his hips only causes you to sob against his broad shoulder.

He’s animalistic when he takes you, has a hand pulling the locks of your hair as his wolf-teeth cascare down the length of your jugular, and you let him. You’d let him consume you, render you asunder, make an autopsy of your desire splayed alive. That heated, enthralling desire – it’s all there, everywhere, consuming him, too.

Wanna fucking ruin you. Wanna split you open on my cock.

“It’s too much–” you whimper, but he’s relentless.

“You can do it,” he says, gritting his teeth, more predator than man.

“I’m gonna— oh, god–”

“Gonna fuckin’ cum for me, huh?”

You don’t answer – can’t answer — because the core of you is exploding like fireworks. Your legs shake with the ghost of a tremor over and over, nails raking down the length of Miguel’s broad back as you cry out in pleasure. Convulsing, aching, twinging like a fuse blown out.

The tears running down your face makes his high peak. He feels you sigh underneath him, preening from his teeth on your flesh once again, and he revels in the sweetness of your sweat and your honeyed gaze. The violence of desire fades into a glowing heat spread between both of your bodies until he finishes with heavy breaths.

Miguel collapses on top of you as he breezes through the comedown, endorphins surging through his veins as he inhales the scent of your hair. You press a hand to his cheek and look at him with your fluttery eyes, lips apart in unspoken ecstasy.

The shame will hit him later, he thinks, because he can’t get enough of how beautiful your face looks all blissed out, especially knowing that it’s because of him. You’re so goddamn pretty underneath him, not doing anything at all except helping him catch his breath until his syncs in tandem with yours. He curls around you, arm slung over your midriff as his nose tickles underneath your jaw.

“Didn’t take you for a cuddler, O’Hara.”

“Let me fuckin’ rest, man.”

You nuzzle his hairline, stroking his dark locks with your fingers.

“Does this mean you’ll be nicer to Miles?” you murmur, chuckling.

“No promises.”

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara angst #spiderman 2099 x you #spiderman 2099 x reader #miguel o'hara imagine #miguel o'hara drabble #across the spiderverse #spider-man: across the spider-verse #across the spider-verse #spider-man: across the spiderverse

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a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all · 11 months

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Difference of Opinions (Part 1)

Fandom: Spider-Man, Spider-Verse, Across the Spider-Verse, Miguel O'Hara, f!Reader Summary: You went against the man you loved and helped Miles escape. Now you must face Miguel's wrath. Word Count: 1821 TW: Angst, Betrayal, Anger, Glitching, Left for Dead, Miguel has a temper Notes: I told myself I wasn't going to get sucked into writing for this movie, but this idea wouldn't stop nagging at my brain so here you go!

Prequel, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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*Spoilers for Across the Spider-Verse*

As you watched Miles disappear in a flash of the Go Home machine, you couldn’t help but smile. For a moment, you had been afraid that he wasn’t going to make it. That despite everything you, Hobie, and Margo had done to help him, Miguel was going to stop him before he could escape. But he got to go home to try and save his father. He had a chance.

However, the smile slowly faded from your face as Miguel roared and ripped the arm off of the Go Home machine. You had been so focused on getting Miles off of Earth-928 that you hadn’t considered what happened afterwards. This was going to be bad.

The room had filled with other Spider-people who had all been involved in the chase for Miles and they all just stared at Miguel. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Margo’s avatar disappear and you sighed in relief. At least she would escape Miguel’s fury.

Right now, his focus had turned towards Gwen. As they began yelling back and forth at one another and Miguel dragged her into the Go Home machine, you started to back out of the room as inconspicuously as possible. While part of you wanted to run to Gwen’s aid, she was being sent back to her own universe. It was heartbreaking to watch– especially knowing what was going to happen to her father when she returned –however, she was getting off easy considering her part in getting Miles involved in the Spider-Society in the first place. Things could have been a lot worse for her. As they would probably be for you if you didn’t let Miguel cool down for a while before confronting him.

You had just about made it to the door when you heard a snarl behind you. “And where do you think you’re going?”

Red webs coiled around your arms and legs pinning them to your body and making you fall to the floor. Before you could try to squirm your way out, Miguel yanked hard and you flew backwards into him. He caught your chin with one large hand, his nails sharpening into claws and digging painfully into your skin as he held you off the ground.

His red eyes flashed dangerously as he roared in your face, “Did you think I wouldn’t see you trying to slink away? You helped him escape! You! Of the hundreds of us in the Spider-Society, you were the last one I ever imagined turning against me.”

“I haven’t turned against you, Miguel. You know I love you too much to ever do that.” With your face still pinned in his grasp, you tried your best to keep your expression calm and non-confrontational. You knew how he got when he was like this and it was better to not get him even more agitated. However, your voice remained firm and unwavering. “But right now, you’re letting your past cloud your judgment and you’re not thinking clearly. I was just trying to–”

“He’s trying to alter a second canon event! We still haven’t dealt with what he did in Mumbattan and you just let him get away to do it again!” He bared his sharp teeth at you as he growled deep in his throat. In all your years together as friends or as lovers, you had never once feared Miguel would hurt you…. until this moment. All reason seemed to have left him and all you saw when you looked at his face was fury and pain. There was no trace of the man you loved before you.

Trying to keep the quiver out of your voice, you calmly said, “You said it yourself. Miles is an anomaly. He was never supposed to be one of us so who’s to say he has to uphold the canon events? From what I can tell, the Peter Parker of that world already lost his captain before he died. So maybe Miles has a chance none of us ever got. Maybe he doesn’t have to bear this loss like the rest of us. Maybe he can change his fate.”

“‘Maybe! Maybe! Maybe’! You risked the lives of an entire universe on maybe!” Miguel’s grip on your face tightened and you mewled slightly as his claws broke skin. “Whether or not he was supposed to be Spider-Man, he is now. And that means he must follow the canon. If he was different than the rest of us, he wouldn’t have already lost his uncle.”

“Or may– possibly becoming the Prowler is what got that Aaron Davis killed, not because he was Miles’s uncle.” You tried to reach up to stroke Miguel’s cheek, to calm some of his anger, but your hands were still pinned to your side by his webs. “Miguel, don’t do this. I’m begging you. Please, let Miles try. Trust that I know what I’m doing.”

Slowly, Miguel’s fury faded from his face until there was nothing left but pain. Pain that you knew you had caused. He lowered you to the floor and loosened his grip on your face though he didn’t release you. Then, as he stared deeply into your eyes, he spoke in an agonized whisper. “I did trust you. I would have gone to the ends of the multiverse and beyond for you. I gave you my heart even after I swore never to open myself up to anyone again but you turned your back on me the first chance you had.”

Tears sprung to your eyes and you squirmed against the webs, desperate to touch him. To hold him and make him feel that your love for him never wavered. “You know that’s not true. I’ve stood by your side from the very beginning. I’ve loved you and helped you build this Society so we could uphold the canon across hundreds of universes. But I just… I just couldn’t stand by this time and not at least give Miles a chance to try and save someone he loves. I’m sorry.”

For just a moment, you thought you saw a glimpse of compassion or love in his gaze but it was quickly replaced by bitter cold indifference. “I’m not.”

His claws slashed through his webbing, freeing your limbs. But before you could move, Miguel grabbed your arm, ripped your portal watch from your wrist, and hurled it against the wall where it shattered into pieces. Still holding your arm, he tossed you across the room. You crashed into the floor and slid another dozen feet or so on your side. And just as you slowed to a stop, you glitched as this unfamiliar universe attacked your cells.

You felt like your body was simultaneously being compressed and stretched in a hundred directions at once. When the glitch ended, you let out a small whimper but the sound didn’t cull Miguel’s rage any. Even as you lay in a heap on the ground, he tossed a disk in your direction and suddenly a red transparent field surrounded you.

Unable to believe he was really doing this to you, you called out to him but he ignored your plea. Instead, he turned his back on you and growled, “Jess, Ben, come with me. And somebody catch Spot.”

Jess glanced at his retreating form then back to where you were now confined. “Miguel. You can’t just leave her like this. Without a watch–”

“She made her bed, now she can die in it,” he snapped without turning around. He simply opened a portal and said, “Let’s go.”

Ben fell in behind him, but Jess hesitated, her hand reaching out towards you. But you shook your head. Miguel had judged you and once that happened, no one could change his mind. Jess had too much to lose by trying to help you and despite hating to see her leaving to track Miles down, you knew she was just as trapped now as you were. So, reluctantly, she turned and followed Miguel and Ben into the portal.

Now alone, you pulled your knees up to your chest and buried your face in them. You didn’t regret helping Miles, but you never imagined this would be the consequence. Miguel had a right to feel betrayed yet the fact he would go this far– that he was alright with you slowly glitching out of existence – broke your heart. Miguel had never been a saint but you never imagined he could do this. Not to you. How could his love sour so quickly that he was willing to let you die rather than try to understand why you did what you did?

No. I won’t accept that.

Miguel was just not thinking clearly after everything that had happened today. Deep down, he still loved you. He had to. Just as you still loved him despite him leaving you to die in this cage. If you could only show him that you were right and Miles was different, then maybe Miguel could forgive you for going against him. And maybe there was still hope for the two of you. Or maybe he would still want you dead.

Wow, Miguel was right and you did rely heavily on “maybe”.

However, there was just something about this situation that made you believe in those maybes. For years you had protected the multiverse by Miguel’s side and you had never questioned his decisions or a canon event. But something in your gut– in your spider-sense –was telling you this time was different. That Miles really could break from the canon without the same consequences as the others. But you would never know unless you found a way out of this cage!

Suddenly, you remembered how Miles managed to escape the same sort of prison an hour before. You might not have his Venom Blast powers but maybe Miguel presented you with your own way to escape. Spreading your arms and legs out as far as you could, you pressed yourself against the force field so you covered as much area as you possibly could. Then you waited.

About four minutes later, it happened. You glitched again but this time, you were ready for it. Using all the strength you could muster, you fought against the glitch and kept yourself pressed against the field. As your body began to flicker and change, so did the force field. When things finally corrected themselves and you were left moaning on the floor, you opened your eyes to see what was once your cage had been transformed into a pile of random junk from across the multiverse.

Giving it a slight push, the pile collapsed and you walked out of the remains of your prison. You were free. Now, you just had to find a way off of Earth-928 and back into the multiverse to find Miles before Miguel did. And you thought you had an idea about where to start….

Thank you for reading, liking, commenting, and/or rebloging! I am planning a prequel to this fic showing how Miguel and Reader met and I may also do a sequel fic to this one. If you are interested, please let me know and I'll add you to the tag list! Thanks!

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riotb0nes · 11 months

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use the palm, not just your fingers

#spiderverse #across the spiderverse #atsv #spider-man: across the spiderverse #miles morales #my art

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spyderlady · 10 months

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dating hobie brown would include

(gif by fyspiderverse)

note: just some random headcanons i came up with while on my way home from uni. and please i don't want any hobie brown police telling me he wouldn't do these because blah blah. they're called headcanons for a reason. also very rushed but i really wanted to write something for him because im so in love with him ahhhhhh hes so cool <3

ꗃ pairing: hobie brown x gn!reader

ꗃ warnings: slight mention of blood and needles

summary: things the two of you'd do when he's not doing spider-punk things <333

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★ hobie and your favorite past time is definitely making custom bagpins out of metal bottle caps. he adores the ones you craft for him and puts them up all over his jacket

★ he made you a "perfect little punk' bagpin once and it's your favorite. you never take it off your bag

★ going to the thrift store and spending hours together browsing through clothes you'd style each other in

★ you however love stealing his clothes. especially his crop tops, however they aren't very cropped on you

★ messily painting each others nails black which later turns into a sloppy makeout session. it ruins your freshly painted nails, every damn time

★ you love watching him tune his guitar. he's so focused and into it

★ sometimes he'd want you to sit on his lap while he does it

★ late night guitar sessions with him as he teaches you how to strum a perfect note. you're not very good at it but he's very proud of you regardless

★ hobie whispering "who's my perfect little punk, eh?" into your ear while you're outside knowing damn well what it does to you

★ getting an immense amount of stares when you're out with him. it's definitely because of that height difference

★ he pierced your tongue at home with a sewing needle while you sat on the bathroom floor, scared for dear life.

★ you had almost passed out that day. not due to the pain but because you forgot to breathe even after he repeatedly asked you to. it did bleed but you're just surprised it didn't get infected

★ "good job, my little rockstar," he whispered, kissing you on your bloody lips

#hobie brown #spider-punk #spider-man: across the spiderverse #atsv #hobie brown x fem!reader #hobie brown x gn!reader #hobie brown oneshot #hobie brown fanfiction #hobie brown x reader

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toshkakoshka · 1 year

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i wanted to rehash the spider-man kiss just bc theyre two spider-men and came up with this <3

#my art #chaipunk #hobie brown #spider-man: across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #pavitr x hobie #pavitr prabhakar #marvel #spider-man #spider-man india #spiderpunk

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presidentlokis-hornyhelmet · 11 months

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Pavitr x reader

Reader having her period PLEASE 😚

My Little Heat Pack

Summary: It's that time of the month for you. Cue mood swings, cramps... and misunderstandings. Tags: Misunderstandings, Mood Swings, period, Pre Menstrual syndrome (PMS), menstrual cramps, Pav being a sweetiepie A/N: Sanam means smth like sweetheart or lover idk: Meri jaan = my life (pet name)

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"I hate it, i hate it, I hate everything!", you snap.

It's been like that for a week now; you've been all snappy and angry and sobbing at something someone said for no reason. It was petty and you hated it but you couldn't control your emotions. It was a fucking mess.

And then, there's your stomach, cramping at the most inopportune times. It was that fucking time of the month. It didn't help you had PMS either, which made it all the more worse.

Pain flares in your lower abdomen, joining the one in your knees. You curl on the bed hugging the pillow with a heat pack on your tummy, hoping the pain goes away. The bloating and the blood flow throw your mental peace into a blender, skin feeling annoyingly hotter. The bra hurts your sore breasts and to add insult to injury, pimples had shown up!

With your lower back killing you, you just want to roll over and sleep, feeling exhausted. Moaning in pain, you reach for your phone and put on some music. At least that will make you feel better.

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Pavitr sat on his bed pouting like a sad puppy.

Since last week you've been behaving weird and even though he only began to date you a month ago, he feels he should at least know if you were mad at him.

Were you mad at him? He had no clue what he'd done to make you upset, worried that he somehow fucked this up.

It began last Monday when he threw his arms around you in greeting.

"Sanam!", he'd yelled in your ear, trying to lift you up for a spin.

You squirmed in his arms and removed yourself with a polite smile, leaving him with a lame excuse to walk with Gayatri.

Since then you two have been sticking together. You usually do, but now it seems like you don't want him around, finding excuses to run away from him and it made him sad.

He decided to give you space, thinking you were in a bad mood. (And, in a bad mood you were). Either way, he was sure you'd feel better by the end of day.

His hope wilted when Pavitr found you looking increasingly irritated as the day progressed, as if you were annoyed with anything and everything. You were cursing more than ever! You had been lying down the whole day, occasionally clutching your stomach and when he asked, you replied you were fine, which made him more worried.

Alarms went off in his head and he grew all the more concerned when you won't hang out with him.

Why were you avoiding him? What did he do wrong?

He thought back to the last week and what he did that might've upset you, in vain. He got up, pacing in his room as a hundred scenarios ran in his head -nothing helpful. It was frustrating.

Lost, he went to find Maya aunty for advice.

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Music had started off good enough but right now you were in "I hate being a girl" mood, and the song currently playing wasn't much help. Rain splattering against your window managed to calm you down a little, though; you've always loved the rain.

"Knock knock."

You startle as you see Pavitr sitting on your window pane, surprisingly not wet. "Pav?", you sniff, eyes watery, "how did you-"

"Magic", he says, stepping into your room. He tenses seeing your tears tracks. "Sanam, are you crying?"

"Arcade", you explain, "That song is so sad.."

Pavitr smiles in relief and hands you a tissue, kissing your forehead after. You watch him, curious as he takes off his hoodie and reveals a grocery bag from inside it.

"I come bearing gifts!"

Gifts? Vaguely, you recall snapping at him earlier and an apology is on the tip of your tongue when the cramps come again. Fuck fuck fuck!

"Shh, it's okay, I'm here", he says in a soft tone, running his hand over your tummy. His touch is like magic and you instantly feel better.

"Wow.. my cramps stopped!"

Pavitr blushes hard at that, words abandoning him as he tries to speak. Giving up, he reaches into the bag instead.

"Chocolate? I read it makes you feel better during these times."

Just like that, your mood soars as you eye the sweets. All types -milk, coconut, strawberry, dark chocolate, a couple of snickers' and mars bars. Beneath it you find a tub of ice cream, assorted sweets and then some.

Pavitr just chuckles as you greedily munch on the candy and refuse to share.

"How did you know what to bring?", you ask when you've had your fill.

He rubs his neck shyly, "I thought I did something to upset you and that's why you won't talk to me. So I asked Maya aunty and she said about.. this... I did some googling to find out what would help."

Your heart practically melts, eyes tearing up in joy. "Aww, you're such a sweetiepie, Pav. I'm sorry to make you think that way. I didn't realize it."

"No need to apologize, meri jaan. I just want to help you. Speaking of..", he trailed, looking hesitant, "may I cuddle you? I heard it helps ease the pain."

You grin nodding and lie down in a spooning position, welcoming him. Pavitr is more than happy to oblige and wraps his arm from behind, rubbing your tummy in soothing circles. The pain in your abdomen and private parts rapidly becomes more bearable with his presence.

"Stay like this?", you plead and he grins his approval. You snuggle closer, sighing as your body finally relaxes. He really is what you need!

"Mmm.. you're my little heat pack."

Pavitr smiles seeing you slowly nod off in his arm, not ceasing his rubs when you shuffle in your sleep. He places a soft kiss on your cheek and tucks a loose strand behind your ear, amused when your lips twitch up slightly.

Pavitr smiles as his extra sensitive hearing catches you mumble his name in your sleep, cooing over you.

"You're little heat pack."

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🕷️🕸️The Chaotic Adventures of Spider-Mage✨🌟

[TWST AU]: The MC/Yuu may not be only one who encountered an unexpected turn of events.

[Synopsis]: In this timeline, an unknown stranger gets bitten by a spider that actually gave them spider-based magic to become Twisted Wonderland’s Spider-Hero.

[Gender Neutral!Spider!Reader]

[(A/N)]: Happy New Year! I’m sorry I haven’t been posting much on my TWST blog. Been busy IRL and stuff like that. I hope this makes up for missing out and enjoy reading.

So…about the Arachnohumanoid Polymultiverse- This is a stupid name. I don’t know why O’Hara chose this over the Spiderverse. That name makes more sense and easier for people who can’t decipher scientific names right away…

Anyway…

There are many variants and other dimensions who have their own spider like protectors.

There’s one particular Spider who has an interesting upbringing with their situation.

Maybe it’s better to let them introduce themselves to the people reading this…

[Y/N]: “My name is [Y/N] [L/N]. I’m a Second Year of Night Raven College and part of the Ignihyde Dorm. One day during last year, I get bit by an experimental and magical arachnid which granted me spider-based magic. I became to the public as “Spider-Mage”.

“I climb up on flat surfaces, having a Spider sense to alarm me for potential danger, the usual things.”

“I created an algorithm to alert me for crimes occurring and use my newfound powers by casting web-like portals to reach to that specific location.”

“Following my backstory: I was raised by my aunt and uncle, Aunt Mei and Uncle Benji. However, Uncle Benji passed away due to saving someone from an Overblot attack. He asked me if I were to become somebody having great magic, listen to his advice. With great power, comes with great responsibility.”

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[Chapter 1]

OB!Riddle: *On a rampage* YOU ALL WILL BE OFF WITH YOUR HEADS!!!! *Throws a rose bush towards MC/Yuu and Grim*

MC/Yuu & Grim: *Gasps and embrace for impact*

[Then a mysterious figure jumps into action. They cast a magical web barrier to protect MC/Yuu and Grim from the thrown plant.]

Spider-Mage: *Looks back at the two Ramshackle students* It’s okay. I got you two.

OB!Riddle: WHAT IN THE QUEEN’S NAME? WHO ARE YOU?!

Spider-Mage: Hi! I’m Spider-Mage. The friendly arachnid type magic user you hear people talk about. Y’know, you have some serious issues and hopefully seek anger management after this.

OB!Riddle: *Throws another bush at them*

Spider-Mage: *Shoots web at the bush and triggers a fire spell to burn the plant to ashes* Bad idea, buddy.

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MC/Yuu & Grim: *Running late for class*

MC/Yuu: *Carrying Grim in their arms* You just have to try sleeping in.

Grim: It’s not my fault I was studying late!

MC/Yuu: You were cramming for an exam today!

Spider-Mage: *Just saved some people from a robbery* Huh? The Prefect and their familiar?

MC/Yuu: Spider-Mage? Hey! We’re late for our morning class and it’s at the other side of the building.

Spider-Mage: Need a lift?

MC/Yuu: Of course! Thank you.

[Cut to a scene where MC/Yuu and Grim were dropped off to their class and have messed up hairdos from all the swinging around.]

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[Ignihyde Dormitory]

[Y/N]: *Crawling back into their dorm without disturbing anyone* *Lands on their feet from the ceiling and stalks over through the hallways*

Idia: Ortho, did you get my- *Stops mid-track and eyes widened at them* …

[Y/N]: …It’s not what it looks like. *Deactivates their suit*

[Y/N]: *Looks down at their body* Shit.

Idia: Y-Y-You’re Spider-Ma-

[Y/N]: *Shushing him* Don’t say another word. I’ll explain everything somewhere private.

[Back in Idia’s room]

Idia: You’re Spider-Mage.

[Y/N]: Yes, I am. I got these abilities last year and then bam! I’m a magic superhero.

Idia: You kept all of this from me?

[Y/N]: Well, I tried to explain everything to you since you’re my Dorm Leader but duty calls and assignments.

Idia: …I still can’t believe one of my dorm members is Spider-Mage.

[Y/N]: It’s alright. It’s a lot to take in.

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[Rose Queendom]

Spider-Mage: *Shooting webs and swinging around the city* *Lands onto of an apartment complex’s rooftop*

Fan 1: Oh my Seven, It’s Spider-Mage! *Pulls out their phone* Hey Spider-Mage, can you do a flip?

Spider-Mage: *Does a flip*

Fan 1: *Recorded the whole* Thank you, Spider-Mage! I’m showing this to my friends.

Spider-Mage: No problem! Tell your friends I said hello!

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[In the hallways]

Kalim: Hi [Y/N]!

[Y/N]: Oh, hey, Kalim! Uh…What’s up? How was your break?

Kalim: You wouldn’t believe who came by. Spider-Mage came to rescue Jamil and everyone. They were amazing! They shot their magical webs and swung around kicking off the ‘Blot!

[Y/N]: Really? That’s crazy. “Great Seven. I’m jealous of myself…(T . T) Fuck me…”

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[Monstro Lounge]

[Y/N]: *Working there to fill in a deal*

Floyd: [Y/N]-chan/kun~ *About to squeeze them*

[Y/N]: *Spider sense triggered and kicks back at Floyd in the stomach*

Floyd: OOF- *Crashes into Jade*

[Y/N]: Crap! I’m sorry, you two. I’m just on edge today.

Azul: What is going on here? *Sees Floyd and Jade on the ground*

[Y/N]: I’m so sorry, Azul. I’m just super anxious today and Floyd was about to squeeze the shit out of me.

Azul: …Why don’t you take a half day off? You claimed you’re anxious enough to beat the two most valuable people in my dorm.

[Y/N]: Yes! That’s true and I’m going now. *Sprints out of the restaurant* “Fuck me and my Spider sense! I need to lie better.”

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[Afterglow Savannah]

Spider-Mage: *Battling against a weird-looking guy with lightning bolt accessories*

The Shocker: Well well well, love the new look Spider-Man.

Spider-Mage: Uh…Who? I’m not Spider-Man.

The Shocker: Oh, I see. Playing dumb to distract me.

Spider-Mage: Great Seven. Dude, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Let’s just get this over with. I have clubs to attend.

[The Shocker charges at Spider-Mage throwing rays of electricity at the magic user.]

Spider-Mage: *Shoots their web casting a Water spell to absorb the attack* Think fast! *Shoots the water spell at The Shocker*

[The water spell webbing was effective to short circuit the electrified villain.]

Spider-Mage: Now I can leave.

[Then a portal opens in front of Spider-Mage.]

Spider-Mage: What the…

[Three people appear out of the portal and they’re picking the unconscious Shocker anomaly.]

Spider-Mage: Uh… *Spider sense triggered*

???: Wow. Another Spider variant in this dimension.

???: Yeah, and explain what we’re doing here.

???: While also grabbing the anomaly who’s waking up. *Knocks The Shocker out*

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[After [Y/N] was taken to the Spider Society on Earth-928, everything was explained to them and how their Canon Events will happen.]

[Y/N]: Y-You can’t be serious. I couldn’t let it happen. There has to be another way.

Miguel O’Hara: There are no other ways-

[Y/N]: You’re wrong! The multiverse is wrong! I’m doing everything I can to prevent any more disasters back in my already chaotic world. I can’t lose him…

Peter B. Parker: Kid, everything’s gonna be alright.

[Y/N]: Tell that to “Leader of the Spider Society”. I’m going and won’t stop until everyone’s safe.

[[Y/N] casts a spell to disappear from everyone’s sight.]

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Arachnis: No no no Miguel. *Blocks his path* Do not chase the teen like last time with Miles.

Miguel: They can’t interfere with the Canon Events. Their world would already start falling apart.

Arachnis: Miguel, you don’t know that. Remember when I saved you from your supposed event? My Canon Event overlapped with yours which should interfere but didn’t, preventing your untimely death. What if [Y/N] can save their friends and loved ones like us? We almost lost everyone when we were against The Spot.

Miguel: *Glare softens and sighs* I don’t want this kid to make the same mistakes.

Arachnis: I know. It’s tough to accept the possibility, but we been through this before. Doing everything we can to help others. Hey, look at me.

[As the Spider-Man of 2099 and Arachnis share an intimate moment, [Y/N] ran back because they dropped their Magic Pen.]

[Y/N]: Uhh…Is this a bad time?

Arachnis: Kid, I’m gonna shoot your ass if you don’t rush back to save your world.

[Y/N]: Right! Sorry! *Sprints out of their sight*

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Difference of Opinions (Part 1)

Prequel, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Series Masterlist

*Spoilers for Across the Spider-Verse*

You had just about made it to the door when you heard a snarl behind you. “And where do you think you’re going?”

For just a moment, you thought you saw a glimpse of compassion or love in his gaze but it was quickly replaced by bitter cold indifference. “I’m not.”

Jess glanced at his retreating form then back to where you were now confined. “Miguel. You can’t just leave her like this. Without a watch–”

“She made her bed, now she can die in it,” he snapped without turning around. He simply opened a portal and said, “Let’s go.”

No. I won’t accept that.

Wow, Miguel was right and you did rely heavily on “maybe”.

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