#madame web x reader

[fandomnerd9602]

Venom!Y/N rescues Cassie Webb…

Venom: are you alright?

Web: you’re not a spider person

Venom shifts into Y/N…

Y/N: nope but I am here to help

Web: you’re cute

Y/N blushes, Venom tries pushing them towards Web…

Venom: we accept payment for our help in chocolate or kisses

[marvelobsessed134]

In her web

A/n: I know the movie isn’t out yet but idc. Also expect some inaccuracies cause again, the movie isn’t out yet.

Pairings: Julia Cornwall x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, daddy kink, top!Julia, bottom!reader, g!p Julia, rough sex, breeding kink, choking, degradation.

You were just washing up some dishes when you heard a loud thump on the floor of your apartment. You knew your girlfriend was home. Julia usually patrols pretty late at night but this time it’s only 11 when she arrives home.

You decided to finish off the rest of the dishes when you felt her press against you, feeling something hard against your ass.

“Hi baby.” She smiled, kissing your neck. You moaned softly, your core heating up. “Hi.” You giggled.

“Oh baby I’ve been wanting you all day. Think you could help me out a bit?” She asked and you moaned in response as she grinded her bulge against your ass.

“Yes…daddy. Anything for you.” You replied.

“Good girl, come to the bedroom with me.”

You were now on your knees looking up at your girlfriend. Her suit was now gone and she stood there naked with her cock sprung to life, pre cum dripping from the tip.

“Go ahead baby, suck daddy’s cock.” You complied, wrapping your lips around the head and slowly pushing your way down. Julia gripped your hair as you began to suck her off, feeling her at the back of your throat. You choked and tried to take her dick out of your mouth but she kept you there, holding your head in place.

Finally, she pulled you off her, pulling your hair so you had to forcefully look up at her.

“Such a good cocksucker for daddy. On your feet now.” You got up and stood, before she pressed her lips roughly against yours. The two of you passionately made out till you were laying flat down on the bed.

“Gonna look so good full of my cum.” She groaned, sliding into your tight wet hole. She began to thrust, gripping your hips as she did so.

“Oh god daddy!” You moaned.

“Yeah? You like that? Such a slut for me.” Julia moaned, rolling her eyes back as you clenched around her.

Knowing you were close, she sped up her pace, gripping your throat with a firm grip as she repeatedly hit your spot.

“Oh Julia!” You screamed as you came, she didn’t even care or notice you not calling her the correct name because she was cumming to, spilling her load deep inside you.

The redhead collapsed on top of you, “Fuck baby, that was so good.”

You kissed her lips and said, “Yeah, it was.”

[multi-fandom-enjoyer]

You were walking down a city street in the middle of the night, heading to your girlfriend's apartment. Suddenly, you felt someone press a gun to the back of your head.

Robber: Alright, kid. Give me all you've got. I want your money, not your life.

You were about to hand him your wallet, but you heard him yell, followed by a loud thud.

When you turned around, you saw him unconscious and tied up with webs.

There was also a woman in a black spider suit hanging upside down from a web.

Spider-Woman: You alright, handsome?

Y/n: Yes. T-thank you.

You blushed and stuttered at the compliment before noticing that she looked familiar.

Y/n: Wait a minute.

You looked closer at her, mainly at her eyes.

Y/n: Julia?

She pulled off her mask.

Julia: How did you know?

Y/n: We've been dating for a year. I'd recognize those eyes anywhere.

She blushed and pulled you in for an upside down kiss. She then pulled away with a smirk on her face.

Julia: You want a lift home?

You nodded your head, which led her to picking you up and swinging you both home.

[hyperfixatedimagines]

And they were Roommates- Cassie Webb x f!Reader

Summary: Dating- or trying to at least- Cassie Webb has never been easy. She dislikes almost everything and everyone, but the week after she has a near death experience really tests your devotion to your ice princess of a roommate/girlfriend.

A/N: I just saw this camp masterpiece and had to write a little something for it. Let me know your thoughts!

A frantic call from your roommate/girlfriend asking you to purchase a plane ticket to Peru and drive to a motel on the outskirts of the city was truly the cherry on top of the crazy sundae that life alongside Cassandra Webb had been that week.

Of course you bought the ticket and of course you drove out to the sketchy motel because it was Cassie, your Cassie.

You pulled into the parking lot just as Cassie and three girls came down the motel stairs.

"What the hell is going on Cass," you asked as you got out of the car.

Cassie approached you. "I don't have time to go over it again (y/n). Did you get what I asked for?"

You nodded and handed her a printed out plane ticket.

"One ticket to the Peruvian amazon," you said as you handed it to her.

"Can you just keep them out of sight and safe until I'm back. It shouldn't be more than a day or two," Cassie said as she stuffed the ticket into her backpack.

You looked over at the three young girls. They looked a mixture of scared and bored.

Then you turned back to Cassie.

"Of course I just- Cass I'm worried about you. You've been acting really strange this week I-," you started but Cassie cut you off.

"There's a lot going on (y/n). I promise I'll tell you all about it but later. Right now I need to go." Cassie interrupted then she turned to the three girls behind her. "This is Julia, Mattie, and Anya. Girls, this is (y/n), you'll stay with her while I go to Peru and find answers to what's been going on."

The girls each nodded then turned to you. Mattie looked you up and down.

"How do we know we can trust her? Who is she," asked Mattie.

"Her girlfri-," you replied mindlessly. "My roommate-," Cassie interjected.

You turned to her, "Seriously?"

"Girlfriend? Like friend that's a girl?" Julia asked, head slightly tilted.

"I think she meant girlfriend as in the lesbian kind," Anya replied.

The girls looked at each other then turned to Cassie.

Cassie looked between you and the three girls. She closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"That's irrelevant as this is a life or death moment. So please just stay out of trouble while I try to find the answers we need," Cassie replied with an exasperated breath.

The girls said goodbye to Cassie then piled into the back seat of your car.

Cassie walked over to a busted yellow taxi cab and threw her backpack into the back seat.

You walked over to her. "Cass, are you sure about this? On the phone, you sounded kinda..."

"Crazy," Cassie interjected.

"No, I wouldn't ever call you that. I'm just concerned. This week has been a lot for you and I worry," you confessed.

Cassie stepped closer towards you. You longed to reach out and wrap your arms around her but you knew she didn't feel comfortable with such open displays of affection.

"I really appreciate everything you've done for me (y/n). I know you didn't sign up for any of this when we- when you-."

"When I said yes to living with you? Dating you?" You asked with a smile tugging at your lips.

You noticed the light blush that bloomed across Cassie's face.

"Yeah," she replied and sheepishly looked away.

You softened. "I trust you, that's why I bought you the plane ticket. Whatever answers you need I hope you find them."

You reached out and grabbed Cassie's hand. She let you, so you knew it was okay to lace your fingers with hers and give her hand a gentle squeeze.

"Just promise me you'll be safe," you said, your voice thick with worry.

Cassie nodded. "Of course I will."

You sighed and let go of Cassie's hand. You stepped back.

"Okay, you can go."

Cassie smiled then turned and opened the cab door.

You turned around and started to walk back to your car.

But you didn't get more than a few steps away before someone grabbed your hand and spun you around.

Before you could say anything you felt lips crash against yours- familiar lips with a familiar cherry lip balm.

Cassie let go of your hand and wrapped an arm around your waist. You reached up and cupped her face with your hands.

A whistle from behind made you pull apart.

You felt your face get red hot.

The girls giggled from inside the car.

"For the road," Cassie said as she tried to catch her breath.

"Kissing me in public? Now I'm really concerned," you joked.

Cassie shook her head and let you go. Then she walked back to the taxi cab and got inside.

You stood there and waved as you watched the cab pull out of the motel parking lot and drive off.

You sighed then walked to the driver's side of your car and got inside.

The second you sat down the girls leaned forward in their seats.

"We have so many questions," Mattie said.

The other two girls nodded.

You let out a laugh. "I'm sure you do, but first- we eat pie."

Mattie smiled. "Already you're my favorite."

You smiled and put the car in drive. You didn't have a clue what was going on or what Cassie was up to but you knew you'd always be there for her. Even when that meant playing babysitter to a couple of nosy- but well meaning teen girls.

[akadeko]

OK, this idea may seem silly.

(Also, sorry about my English and maybe the wrong choice of words, because I am not a native speaker.)

But...

Who here writes about Spider-Man (Spiderverse in particular), and who is also a fan or at least interested in Bayonetta and familiar with the "bayoverse", which was introduced in the 3rd game? I just want to know who could write something like Spiderverse x Bayonetta/Umbra Witch!Reader? (Miguel O'Hara x Reader)

Like, reader may be one of the Bayonetta variants (not necessarily, but may be a good basis for the plot), but may be related to Spiderverse, since she made a pact with the arachnid theme demon - Madama Web, which turned out to be a variant of Cassandra Webb aka Madame Web. Thanks to this, she, in a sense, became a Spider-Woman in her own universe.

Who is interested - let me know. I have ideas, but I can't write stories. 🥲

A little bit about the reader's powers and suit:

Her skills include some Dark Arts like, for example, Witch Time, Beast Within, Wicked Weaves, and spider-like abilities thanks to demon(s) with whom a pact was made, which are either improved/modified versions of the Dark Arts (for example, Witch Walk, which is the ability to walk on walls, no longer requires the presence of a full moon), or something new like the creation of a web that can be hair and/or magic, like in Phantasmaraneae's Demon Masquerade gameplay in Bayonetta 3.

The suit, in the best traditions of Bayonetta, is made of hair, very skintight, has an open back and heels. Underwear, with a high probability, is absent.

In terms of suit design, I can only say that there are spider web motifs in it and a spider is engraved on the watch.

Pistols are also present, but in Spider-Woman's career they have more of a protective and supporting role. But they are still used to annihilate those who are destined to become food for demonic friends. :)

[notrandtumblin]

Expected to be released August 30th 2024!

Definitely gonna come out. Definitely gonna blow Deadpool 3 out of the water.

[freeingrebels]

Madam weaver- chapter 1

AN: hobiexreader (sort of im not sure yet), just a set up for the next chapter, first time writing so bare with me, not proof read at alllll. Whoops.

You wake up in your silk cream coloured Egyptian bed sheets, the sun tickling your eyelashes and tracing your cheeks. There’s a heavy weight circling your feet.

“Mrreoww?” It trots over your body and stands right in the middle of your chest.

“Ughhh katty i can’t breathe” you try to stop it from sniffing your face. Its always the same, lips then lashes then it rubs its whiskers on your nose.

‘Are you awake now?im hungry’ You can feel its thoughts radiating.

You open your eyes. A young tuxedo cat looking down and licking its paws.

“Yeah yeah lets get you some food”

You attempt to get out of bed and shiver as the cold wood floors take you by surprise and you press the button to her feeder that pours the bowl.

‘DING DONGGGGG’ “HELLOOOOOOOOOO OPEN NA NYOORRRR”

You quickly skiddaddle to the intercom “omg shut up Hobie you’ll bother the neighbours”.

You open the door, almost tripping over the shoes you ‘forgot’ to put away last night.

“Like i give one. I’m starved mate, you ‘ave any Kraves of CoCo Pops” the sounds of his thrifted boots make heavy on the tiled hallway as he pushes past you, paying no mind to the muddy prints he’s leaving behind.

“HOBIE YOUR SHOES” the reminder slips out of his other ear whilst he searches the fridge but ducks down to unzip his boots and throws them your way. Katty scattered at the loud and sudden sound triggering her zoomies.

“I am ACTUALLY going to kill you” you seethe, making your way to the couch.

You’re so used to this…every single day. The loud music he plays when making breakfast, the dirty boots, questionable substance of his jacket collar, the heavy smell of weed on him mixed with ash and sweat. You’re so used to it…but you really don’t mind it.

He plops down next to you holding two bowls of cereal, more in yours than his. You turn and see he’s already put your candle on. Goji berry infused candle, the best candle you’ve ever had the pleasure of smelling in your life found in a TKMaxx but the brand being unknown to google you decide to keep this candle on only when Hobie visit. Even though that has been every day of your life since you met him. You tell yourself that you’re pavlov-ing him, “conditioned response” you repeat to yourself and that you’re actually the one in control of this situationship.

“Wassat?” Mouth full of CoCo pops whistling and popping in his mouth. “Gross” you say rolling your eyes. He leans in and nuzzles his head in your neck and whispers “nahhhh luv you love me” he’s not wrong…ugh.

“Cringeee” trying not to grin. “You have a day off work,don’t you? Wanna go watch the barbie movie today?” Not wanting him to know how desperate you are for a date that’s not just staying at home and people watching.

“Actually,” another spoonful of cereal entering his mouth “my band want to meet you. I was think-“

“WHAT? THE SPIDER PEOPLE? ARE YOU SERIOUS” placing the bowl on the coffee table that was littered with graffiti and homemade stickers, courtesy of Hobie, of course, you rush into your bedroom and attack your wardrobe. “What do I wear, I don’t have any clothes, Hobie!” He places his bowl next to yours and walks in soon after looking at the pile of clothes on the floor.

“I can see at least 7 different outfits already” he walks behind you, grabs your shoulder and leads you to the bathroom “take a shower and I…” he smirks “will pick out something”. You roll your eyes and hop into the shower.

-fast forward 30 mins just dressed-

“Why are gyaldem always taking maddddd long when it’s time to go?” Hobie mumbles and stretches over the bed. “Why do mandem always announce motives the day of?” You retort. He chuckles “sorry luv” he sits up. “Lemme see” he leans on his fist. You spin in the clothes he picked out (just imagine anything I can’t be arsked to describe it) and he stands up. “You look leng let’s go now” he opens the portal, puts one foot in and sticks his hand out. “You comin’?”

Grabbing his hand you squint at the portal. WTF you weren’t going in there “Ahaha…maybe I shouldn’t go? I mean I haven’t even had breakfast and I have the next chapter due and I can FEEL a migraine forming and-“ you grip the back of your head. Ow why does my head hurt so much? You were getting second thoughts. Something was telling you that you shouldn’t be doing this. That you would regret going. You’ve never felt like this. Is it because you’ll be the only normal person a building full of spider people? What was this? An inferiority complex?

“Hey” he tilts your head up and kisses you. His warm lips contrasting with his cold piercing. They taste like chocolate milk and pomegranate chapstick. Pulling away, he leans his forehead on yours. “I’ve got you, yeh? So stop waffling”.

You close your eyes and exhale “fine” opening your eyes again “but I want my lipbalm back”.

He chuckles and scoffs in a mocking manner. “But i want the feeling of my love’s lips on mine feeble lips at all times and, I fear, without it I shall perish and whatever” he performs with a grin. ‘Sooooo a no. I hate him so much.’ You think.

“As for your head, I promise to provide the lady with adequate assistance and…relief” smirking.

You fake walking away from him and he grabs your hand and webs them together. “Cmon I already promised them and they’re yutes, little tykes. Nun’ to be ‘fraid of.” You walk to the portal together. “Just think of it as…going paragliding” he whispers. ‘WHAT’ “WHAT HOBIE NO!” he pushes you off and he follows like a domino, forgetting you were webbed together.

You’re screaming. SO FUCKIN LOUD. “HOBIE YOU DICKHEAD” you grab his other hand as you guys spin through this worm tunnely thingy. You don’t know what it is fully but you feel like you’ll die if you don’t hold onto him. He’s laughing, manically, enjoying your screams, tears and physical touch. Part of him wishes the tunnel would go on for longer so he could hold onto you with you swatting you hand away in embarrassment but he can see the end of the tunnel nearing and he brings you to his chest and sticks his legs out, ready to land on his feet.

You land on a loud, hard surface. Marble? You think. You’d know if you weren’t too scared and nervous to open your eyes but to mention you can already tell how bright this place is without opening your eyes and this migraine just started to pang on your head.

‘Welcome to the Spider Society, Hobie Brown. Code name: Spider punk +1 visitor. Please state your name, any aliases, relationship with Hobie Brown and reason for visitation’

With open eyes you examine a floating machine that awaits the input with a form on its screen. You look at Hobie confused, still a sweating mess, your stomach in knots and a migraine that’s you know for sure will be the death of you. He fills out the form for you. As he’s filling out your relationship section, he smirks and writes lover and draws a heart with spikes on it. You scoff and attempt to wriggle out of the webs.

The machine alerts your attention:

‘Welcome [y/n], here is your day pass and please stay away from any and all equipment with a red and/or orange stripes on it. Please stick out your hand.’

You stick out your hand and watch the machine dispense a blue wrist band with a yellow strip that had black text stating ‘visitor of H.B’ and Hobie’s spider punk logo that acted as a QR code when scanned. The machine extends robotic pinchers (think crabs) and places the wrist band on your wrist, scans the logo and says:

‘Please keep visitors close at all times. Should a visitor get lost you can track them via this link…’

Hobie gets a buzz from his watch with his spider logo flashing on it.

‘And you will be able to see where [y/n] is in real time. Any and all nearby spider’s will be alerted as well. Make sure to keep that band on for your own safety. Please enjoy your stay and, I repeat, stay away from any and all equipment with a red and/or orange stripes on it. Thank you’

The machine retreats into the nearest wall where a hole cut out exactly for its shape was waiting.

“Right” Hobie says still holding on to your webbed hand “let’s go, then?You nod trying to ignore the pain spreading down your neck and up your crown but you can’t help putting your hand on your neck and massaging it.

“Yeah, let’s go”

[bloodandthestars]

HOLY FUDGE NUGGETS!! Why is Miguel so beautiful.. 😭

Can I request a Miguel O’Hara x Madam-Web reader? Like maybe she’s well known for being the “Mom” on campus in the Spider-Society, with her and Miguel having a “will they, won’t they” flirty vibe going on?

And she verbally beats his fine a$s for how horrible he treated Miles (who was undoubtedly a victim of circumstance, just like most all Spider-Men) but Miguel can’t really focus on what she’s saying because he just finds her “Mama bear” attitude Hot as hell.. and she can sense it..

Reader: *blank stare*.. horny a$s vampspider~ 😒

Miguel: … 😏

Petter B: guys PLEASE! Not infront of the kids!!!

⸗ 𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄

tags: NO SPOILERS!, spouse! spanish speaking! gn reader

author’s note: hello lovie! you’re my first request ever! i hope you’ll enjoy this, since i had to tweak it due to me not seeing the movie yet and having a few ideas that made me want to write this IMMEDIATELY. translations at the bottom of the post!

wc :: 1.4k masterlist

Spider-man 2099, Miguel O’hara to differentiate him from the rest. The leader and creator of the Spider Society. In the protection of the multiverse, he’s dedicated his life to it. Unwavering, unmoving, if there was an obstacle, he intends to removes it.

“No! It’s not up for discussion.” He snaps back to the group behind him. Peter B., Miles, and Gwen follow behind him in his furious stride to his control center. His voice could echo amongst the society’s campus. Some of the spider-people wince at the boom of his voice. It was easy for them to conclude that it was another day, another problem to handle.

“Oh come on, Miguel.” Peter B. says with a groan. “It’s not a big deal. You can let him off the hook!”

“Having someone watching over like some kind of-” Gwen sputters to find her words. “-parole officer isn’t going to help anyone.”

“Well you said it, not me.” The larger man huffs, causing the trio to roll their eyes.

The doors of his control center slide open with a hiss. Miguel can’t help the scowl on his face, all the more natural with his work. He continues to walk, head turning over his shoulder to speak to them. “I told him and you, if he wants a spot back here he had to earn it-”

Miles frowns. It feels like they’ve been going in endless circles about him coming back into the society and leaving him close to exhausted. “But I-”

“Enough, he’s doing it my way or not at-”

“Uh…Miguel…?” Peter B. trails off with a finger pointing behind him.

“What-?!”

Turning to his vast data center, he stops immediately in his tracks just to practically feel his heart fall into his ass.

You had your arms crossed, a crease to mesh your brows together furiously. Peter B. grimaces at the stern look on your face, knowing it all too well from his own spouse back in his universe. Miles is surprised to witness Miguel drop his hardened expression and voice in an instant. Your husband lets go of his startled state, arms out as he walks towards you. “Dios mío- ¿mi amor? What’s with that look on your face?”

“You went after Miles?!”

The boom in your voice causes the trio to cringe back. Behind his intelligent mind that oversaw the Spider society, you were right beside him in every step. It was a large part of both of your lives, with highs and lows and plenty of difficulties. But it was for the greater good, for a connection of people who’ve been the victims of circumstances. You’d defend your fellow heroines with your heart, including from the wrath of your husband’s stubbornness. Miguel goes up the small step with a sigh. “I wouldn’t have done it if it wasn’t for good reason.”

“Good reason? Right, go ahead. Tell me.”

“It was for protecting you! Protecting everyone!”

“At the cost of some of someone so young?!” Your tone shifts. “¡Vas a lastimar a alguien! O tú mismo!”

Miles’s wide eyes shit to the floor. Your switch reminded of his mom, going into Spanish on the phone to let others around her know that their conversation was not for them. You were more charged than her in these circumstances.

He feels eyes on him, and turns to see Peter B. and Gwen spare him a glance from their awkward stance. Peter B. motions with his head towards the couple, eyes darting back and forth with an muffled cough. Miles eventually gives in and sighs. “…they’re saying that he could have gotten someone hurt, or himself.”

“¡No, no lo estoy! El destino del-” Miguel implores.

You groan. “I swear to God if you mention-”

“-the fate of the universe-“ The three spider people behind him join you in unison.

“-one more time-”

The two of you drone on for a bit, with Miles trying his best to whisper translations to Gwen and Peter B.

“This is serious stuff, [name]. And I mean that with my body and soul.” Miguel grabs both your hands at his emphasis, holding them gently despite your heated discussion. “Eres mi vida, él lo puso en riesgo.”

Miles’s eyes go down to the floor, eyes saddened along with his voice. “He said I put them at risk.”

Peter B. and Gwen soften, eyes going back to you both. You look at your hands together. Gold bands shined in the various blues and reds of the room, the diamond on your ring leaving fluorescent reflection on skin. He watched as your lips press together. You look up to him, “He wouldn’t do it on purpose.”

“You don’t know that-we didn’t know that-“

You shake your head, snatching your hands away to point a finger in his face. “No zip it, Miguel!”

He leans back with his eyes wide. The others react in shock as well as you fall back into Spanish to speak to your husband. Peter B. didn’t need a translator to know the man was being reprimanded, cringing back when your emphasis got aggressive. Gwen looks to him, then to Miles— too speechless to keep translating. Peter B. looks to Miguel, slowly squinting at his demeanor. The longer you spoke, the shock dissipated into something else. His eyes were softer, arms holding one another as he leaned further to listen. You didn’t take notice, still chewing him out.

“-esto es ridículo, Miguel! Eres un hombre maduro, no tienes que actuar así. ¿No crees que puede haber un malentendido?”

When you ask him the tantalizing question, he’s in a moment of pause. The man takes a step further to you. You look at him with unwavering eyes, expecting another long speech about your protection that you were all too familiar with. Instead, his fingers curl to brush under your chin, voice dropping to speak to you. “Eres guapa cuando estás enfadada.”

You’re beautiful when you’re angry. Your eyes widen, heat creeping up your back. Was he even listening to a word you said? You know he wouldn’t just ignore you or your opinions. It only took you a minute to realize that distant look on his face the whole time was to focus on your lips as you spoke. Your brows furrow, muttering to him in attempts to hold on to your reprimand. “…No cambies de tema.”

Don’t change the subject. He gives you a slight smile. With a tilt of his head, Miguel brushes his fingers under your chin again, stepping closer. “¿Por qué, no cuando cada uno de mis pensamientos gira en torno a ti?”

You give him a look, though your shoulders loose their tension. “Cabrón descarado…”Despite your words, the ends of your lips quirk up without thinking. His smirk only widens at the sight. “Y todo el tuyo también.”

Peter B. looks between you both with an expression of confusion. Weren’t you just- fighting? He takes his attention to the way you both look at each other. His brows loosen, raising to the sky when the realization hits. Turning to Miles and Gwen, he grabs both their shoulders and turn them around. The pair are forced to walk towards the entrance, eyes in a perpetually widened state.

“Alright!” The father explains. “Time to go, yep, let’s just-”

“But what about-”

Peter hunches down to aggressively whisper to them. “Guys. This is a free get out of jail card.” His head drops for a moment before looking back up. “A scarring one but nonetheless.”

Miguel thought them as out of sight and out of mind, eyes attentive to your frustrated look. How could he pays attention anything else with the way you got? The determination in your eyes and voice, how you would step to him knowing that many rarely could. You were passionate and he’d fall for it every time. The man wouldn’t have anyone else with him. He understood your words, took them in, but god did your lips too good not to take.

Your lips were captured in a plush embrace, eyes fluttering shut when he does so. The fingers under your chin turn to cup your cheek. Your hand goes to his side to invite him to come closer. Tension in your body left in an instant. Your husband lets out a soft sigh, mind enthralled in your presence. He pulls away with a slow blink of his eyes. Your eyes open, your smile now soft.

“Esto no ha terminado.” You mutter with a hand on top of his, thumb brushing over the back of it.

He chuckles darkly, caressing your cheek with a look in his eye. “Cuento con eso.”

translations: “¡vas a lastimar a alguien! o tú mismo!” (you could have gotten someone hurt! or yourself!)

“¡no, no lo estoy! el destino del-” (no i’m not! the fate of the-)

“eres mi vida, él lo puso en riesgo.” (you are my life, he put that at risk.)

“-esto es ridículo, Miguel! Eres un hombre maduro, no tienes que actuar así. ¿No crees que puede haber un malentendido?” (this is ridiculous, Miguel! you are a grown ass man, you don’t have to act like this. don’t you think there may be a misunderstanding?)

“¿por qué, no cuando cada uno de mis pensamientos gira en torno a ti?” (why not when each of my thoughts revolve around you?)

“cabrón descarado…” (cheeky bastard...), “y todo el tuyo también.” (and all yours too.)

“esto no ha terminado.” (this isn’t over), “cuento con eso.” (i’m counting on that)

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[kisscara]

heartbeat rhythm! [fanboy!scaramouche x drummer!reader] ⎯⎯ modern au, fluff, wee bit of angst

the rewritten project of the secrecy of our confessions.

what happens when you, a talented and well-known drummer across the web, grow an intense crush for the student council president, who's also your number one fan? from annoying sisters to nosy bandmates, the next event that happens is always more chaotic than the last!

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status: ongoing (started on feb.24.2023)

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⎯⎯ MY HEARTBEAT RHYTHM!

O1: live performance!

O2: can i have your twt?

O3: totally not friends!!

O4: the student council

O5: madam faruzan who?

O6: 1+ student council member!

O7: manager faruzan

O8: a helping hand

O9: his way of thanks

1O: class 1-D's preparation

11: a suspicious offer?

12: shopping spree!

13: bumping into someone familiar

14: to be stressed

15: to be comforted

16: the big day!

17: i don't know if i can trust you anymore

18: stuck

19: sick days

20: this one's for you!

epilogue: he was once my biggest fan.

BEATS FOR YOU ⎯⎯

© kisscara

[fandomnerd9602]

Cassie Webb giggles…

Julia: what?

Web: I got Y/N’s number today

Anya: cool?

Web: I peered into my future with them. It’s gonna be amazing. I’m in love already.

[marvelobsessed134]

Defitently wanna start writing for Julia and Cassie once Madame Web comes out

[multi-fandom-enjoyer]

You and Anya were invited to attend a Christmas celebration with the Spider Society. You were also joined by your friendly symbiote, Venom. The two of you worked together, saving people as the Lethal Protector in New York. Which is how you met Anya.

Right now, everyone was doing a gift exchange and opening presents. Anya handed you one and when you opened it you found it filled with different kinds of chocolates. Shortly after, a head appeared from your shoulder.

Venom: Chocolate!

All the spider people jumped up and held the reader down.

Insomniac Spider-Man: Quick get fire and sound!

The Ghost-Spider, a combination of Ghost Rider and Spider-Man, came forward and held out a hand of hell fire.

Ghost-Spider: Hold them down!

Spider-Man(Tobey): Hurry before the symbiote consumes them.

Anya: Wait! Everyone stop. He's a good symbiote.

Venom: Yes. We fight crime, too, as the Lethal Protector!

Y/n: Not helping, buddy. But yes, we are not bad guys.

Spider-Man(Andrew): I guess that explains the antlers.

Y/n: What antlers?

You then look over at Venom and see a pair of light up reindeer antlers.

[azaleapaperpad]

Red Curtains and Chandeliers

Phantom of The Opera (Broadway version)(Merik) x GN! Reader (Part 2) WC: 1414

It had been a struggle at first, not seeing him or being around him for such a long time. Although, since returning home you reconnected with an old neighborhood friend you would play with in your youth. Upon catching up with this old friend, she had mentioned wanting to perform at the Opera Populaire, and every thought of The Phantom and the Chandelier falling came rushing back. You felt silent tears roll down your cheeks as your friend spoke. 

“Oh, dearest, are you okay? Did I say something to upset you? I’m so sorry!” Your friend apologized profusely as they grabbed their handkerchief to wipe away your tears. 

“Oh no, it’s just… I was at the Opera Populaire, and- such awful things happened! You know the chandelier came down, correct? It hit the audience! And-” You cut yourself off before you could mention the Phantom of the Opera. You didn’t want to out him, you still cared for him even though as of recently his actions have been intense, to say the least. So, you just sobbed for a few minutes and let your friend comfort you a bit. 

After you had finished, they tried talking. 

“Well, I did read about that. But, what are the chances that is to happen again?” You almost scoffed at them, but again, you didn’t want to directly out the Opera Ghost. 

“You know they say it’s haunted, right?” You said, trying to convince them to back out. 

“Oh, please. I’d like to see the ghost try to harm me. I grew up with 3 brothers, there’s hardly anything it can throw at me that I couldn’t handle” They said with a bright smile. What a fool, you thought.

There was clearly no convincing them to back down, but their determination somewhat inspired you. Of course, you knew you were already going back, but now you knew you would have a friend. A confidant, to help if things go haywire. That is, if they passed Madame Giry’s test first. You were confident they could do it though. 

It wasn’t until about 4 months later, you both were now at the Opera Populaire, that the same emotions you had that day came flowing back. Before you could get carried away in your emotions though, you felt a gentle squeeze on your shoulder. 

“Hey, cheer up! It’s going to be fine, just you wait. I’ll protect you from all ghosts, just like when we were children!” Your new best friend reassured you. You smiled at them, albeit it was a slightly pitiful smile. Oh, how naive, you thought. But before anything else could be said, you were yanked into the Opera House, and to your shared doom dorm. A minor feeling of unease settled itself into your stomach, but you couldn’t bother yourself with worries right now, not when you had to prepare for the Masquerade ball! 

You and your friend were very excited about the ball, prepping in advance by bringing the basics of your costumes, and even finishing the detailing just hours before the party. Your friend had chosen a floral design. They looked like a rosebush, all green with red and white and pink roses. Their mask was basically a bouquet of roses with eye holes cut out, with their hair pinned up in swirls to resemble roses. You would think they had an obsession with how much detailing went into their ensemble.

You on the other hand, had a bit more of a subtle costume. You donned a spiderweb-like mask, and silky flowing clothes with bits of tule sticking straight out in a web-like pattern. The white underlayer had web designs stitched in black and gray. You even added some fake spiders here and there for a more authentic look. Throughout the night, you two had danced around each other, trading partners and giggling about. When everyone had started singing ‘Masquerade!’ you two joined in and suddenly…

You felt it

A chill in your spine 

The trill of the organ

The looming presence that only one entity could possess

“Why so silent good Messieurs?” A chill ran up your spine and you only knew to run and hide. He had to have known you were here now, but hopefully he didn’t know where your new room was. You and your friend were in the back of the crowd, so you slipped out once The Phantom took a few steps after his grand entrance. 

But just before you left behind a door, you looked back and realized how far down he’d gone. His crotch was at eye level. You flushed red and stared at the way his crotch curved and rounded and smoothed out. Watching him walk, watching his hips (albeit exaggerated) sway in his bold garments and lavish fabrics. You snapped out of it in a second and dashed for your room. 

Once you two were safe in your room, you took a second to catch your breath and you looked over at your friend, who seemed to be just winded, and maybe a tad annoyed? 

“Why did you drag me out of there? Now what’s going to happen? What if someone gets hurt and we could have  helped!?” They asked, almost accusatory. You looked at them in shock. 

“I just saved you, and I warned you long ago of the dangers of coming here. Everyone here knows the risks and they chose to be here, like you and I.” You stated. You shook your head and pinched the bridge of your nose before looking up to your dresser and looking around for your suitcase. As soon as you rendered it not in immediate sight, you moved from your spot and around the room to find it. Your friend looked a you with a puzzled expression.

“What the hell are you doing?” They asked. 

“Leaving. This was clearly a mistake and I’ll not ruin our friendship over it so let’s go-”

“I’m not going anywhere, darling.” They said with a stern voice, cutting you off. 

“We can fight him. I know we can!” They said, determination clear in their tone. You were far too anxious to even think about approaching him, far too scared. Your friend could feel your unease, and stepped towards you putting a hand on your shoulder to comfort you.

"I know you're scared of him, but he is just a man. I know many here believe he's a ghost, but I don't believe in such things. A ghost doesn't don red clothes and prance around making announcements to the entire opera house!" They explained. "Is there anyone here who would know more about him?" They asked, kneeling close to you to read you better. You looked up at them from your spot, kneeling next to your bed. You felt so disheartened, you really didn't want to pursue him, it felt as if the wounds were still too fresh.

"I came here to be with you, and to help you. Please let me help you..." They asked one more time. You sighed, knowing if you didn't answer them now, you'd probably have to answer them again later.

"I... think Madam Giry knows something... but she won't tell you anything." You warned. Before they could even process that last bit, they got up and headed for the door.

Dumbass was all you could think before they dragged you off towards Madam Giry, but Raoul got to her first. Your friend attempted to push through the crowd. You didn’t want to upset your friend, but you resisted moving when the crowds of people kept pushing through. Your head was turning left and right, spinning with the madness surrounding you. When suddenly, a flash of red caught your eye. Under the stairs.

You knew exactly where he was going, and unfortunately for you, your eyes gave away everything and your friend looked at you in that moment, following your line of vision and your friend caught the secret door closing, they even blinked.

“Did you see that?! We have to go there!” They exclaimed. You were about to protest, to hold your ground and tell your friend “No, I’m not going to expose the man I love-” when oops- someone tripped you and you stumbled forward. Instinct kicked in and you started letting your friend lead you, the momentum carrying you. Its almost like the author made all of this so convenient for plot reasons.

Well. You were about to face your biggest fear this century.

[hyperfixatedimagines]

Masterlist

Here are all the reader inserts I’ve done to date. More will be added as time goes. You can see who/what I write for here

Gossip Girl

- The Moon & her Star (Luna la x f!reader): Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

House of the Dragon

- The Queen and her Lady (Alicent x f!reader)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

-Abandoned (Rhaenyra x f!reader): x

-Dragon Ride (Laena x f!reader) x

-The Language of Girls (teen!alicent x f!reader) x

- A Most Faithful Companion (alicent x f!reader) x

-Mother, Maiden, Crone (alicent x f!reader) x

-Home for the Holidays (modern au! Alicent x f!reader)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Madame Web

-And They Were Roommates (Cassie Webb x f!reader) x

[suzitaree]

Love triangle (S. Sallow, G. Weasly x reader)

Sebastian Sallow and Garreth Weasly were both students at Hogwarts. They were known for being two of the most cunning and rebellious students in both of their houses. But their world was about to be turned upside down when they met Y/N, a beautiful and intelligent (your house) student who caught their attention.

At first, they both tried to win Y/N's affection with their wit and charm, but she remained impartial. Y/N enjoyed their company, but she didn't want to be tied down to any particular person. She was more interested in exploring the world and all the wonders it had to offer.

One day, Y/N was walking through the Forbidden Forest, exploring the trees and the creatures that lived within. She was admiring the spiders that had made their webs between the branches when suddenly, she stumbled upon a particularly nasty group of arachnids. They had surrounded her and were preparing to attack.

There were to many spiders and Y/N eventually got stuck in the spiderwebs. Just as Y/N was about to be consumed by the spiders, Sebastian Sallow appeared hearing the cries for help. He used his wand to summon a powerful blast of fire, which quickly dispersed the spiders and saved Y/N's life.

Sebastian: Are you okay, Y/N? Those spiders were quite vicious.

Y/N: Yes, I'm okay, thanks to you. I don't know what I would have done without you.

Sebastian: It was nothing, really. I'm just glad I was able to help. Are you hurt anywhere?

Y/N: No, I don't think so. I'm just a bit shaken up.

Sebastian: Understandable. That was quite a close call. We should get you back to the castle and make sure you're checked out by Madam Pomfrey.

Y/N: Yes, that's probably a good idea. Thank you again, Sebastian. You really saved my life.

Sebastian: Of course, Y/N. I would do anything to protect you. You're a special person, and I don't want anything to happen to you.

Y/N: (smiling) You're sweet, Sebastian. I appreciate it.

After the incident in the Forbidden Forest, Y/N couldn't stop thinking about Sebastian. She was amazed by how brave he had been in saving her from the spiders, and she felt a newfound admiration for him. She also started to notice things about him that she hadn't before - like how his eyes sparkled when he talked about something he was passionate about, or how he always seemed to know just the right thing to say to make her feel better.

Meanwhile, Garreth continued to pursue Y/N, but she couldn't seem to shake the feeling that something was missing between them. They had great conversations and shared many interests, but Y/N just didn't feel that romantic connection she was looking for.

As the days went by, Y/N found herself spending more and more time with Sebastian. They would study together in the library, take walks around the lake, and have long talks about everything and nothing. Y/N felt like she could be herself around Sebastian in a way she couldn't with anyone else.

One day, as they were walking back to the castle after a particularly grueling Potions class, Y/N realized something. She had feelings for Sebastian - real, honest-to-goodness feelings that she couldn't ignore anymore.

"Sebastian," she said, stopping him in his tracks. "I need to tell you something."

Sebastian turned to her, his eyes curious. "What is it, Y/N?"

"I...I think I'm falling in love with you," Y/N admitted, her heart pounding in her chest.

Sebastian's eyes widened in surprise, and then a slow smile spread across his face. "Y/N, I think I'm already in love with you."

They both laughed, feeling giddy with happiness and relief. From that moment on, they were inseparable. They went to Hogsmeade together, attended Quidditch matches together, and even worked on a research project together. Y/N knew that she had made the right choice in choosing Sebastian, and she never regretted it for a moment. She was grateful to Garreth for his interest in her, but in the end, it was Sebastian who captured her heart - and she knew she would never let him go.

[noanziexx]

STOPPPP AO3 AND TUMBLR DONT HAVE EZEKIEL SIMS (madame web) X READER IM SO SADD