#spider verse x reader

[unluckiestmember]

Hi can I request Spider-Man Noir x fem reader where the reader is a spider man from another universe and headcannons about how their relationship would work?

Like for example, do they visit eachother in each others universes?

Anyway please and thank you :>

-Amy :3

Coming right up!

Spider-Man Noir X Spider-Woman! Reader

Characters: Spider-Man Noir

Tags: Gentleman Energy, Fluff, Proud Boyfriend, Long Distance Relationship, Established Relationship and Cute Couple Energy so strong it's disgusting-

Warning: None. SFW.

A/N: Hey, Amy! I hope you're having a great day today! I hope you also enjoy these headcanons I made for Spider-Man Noir! Have a good day, love! <3

Okay, this is no surprise, but this guy is a gentleman.

As soon as you shoot an arrow into his heart, he’s trying to swoop you off your feet.

You being Spider-Woman was a plus!

At first he was a bit skeptical with you being from another universe.

As much as he cared for you, he wasn’t like the “youngsters” who were so cool with LDRs, let alone dating those who were a million miles away.

But he talked to you about it and you both worked for your relationship to work.

Expect this man to beat the crap out of criminals with you and call it a date.

Sometimes he doesn’t even expect you to fight with him. He’ll just start showing off to you.

“This one’s for you!” You’re going to hear that a lot on the battlefield.

When you aren’t fighting crime, he’ll show you the sights in his universe.

Maybe he’ll take you to town and dance the night away or find a flick to check out.

Or he could sit at home with you and practically do nothing. Whatever makes you happy.

Some days he’ll pop by unannounced to your place just to say hi or show off a new object he found in the Spider-Verse.

He doesn’t monologue when he’s around you, he pours his heart out.

Other Spider-Men find this to be annoying, but you love every second of it.

Is the type of guy to take off his coat to put on the floor if there’s a puddle for you to walk upon.

I’m pretty sure he’s even used his body if his coat wasn’t available.

When he’s not throwing his coat everywhere for you, he will put it on you if you get chilly.

Will do the same with his hat if need be.

Noir shows you off to every Spider-Man he meets proudly.

Will also brag about the countless skills and abilities you have at your disposal.

You aren’t a trophy wife to this man, you are his second half.

Spider-Verse Requests are open!

Likes and retweets are always appreciated! I love you all, stay hydrated and have a good day! <3

[venuscrashed]

could you please you do a miles 42 x male reader who is autistic and can’t pick up on subtle hints and sarcasm and is just over all a very forward and blunt person just straight up tells people what they think and doesn’t sugarcoat things at all

Sorry if I get anything wrong, I’m not autistic nor really educated. FEM READER DNI

First meet:

The first time you met him he thought you had a problem with him. He was about to throw hands, but something in the back of his mind told him not to.

You two were talking for a group project and somehow got off topic. It ended up being a conversation about clothes and you straight up went “Yeah, I like your hair but your outfits kinda weird. I like the shoes though.”

He stared at you and so did the rest of the group. They all thought something was about to go down until your friend popped up saying you do that and mean no harm.

”Well aren’t you a ray of sunshine.”

”No not really.” Then you went in with the project, leaving everyone a bit confused.

Confession:

He was frustrated, screaming into his pillow every night. Venting to his mom and uncle about your obliviousness.

Yes, he knew you were autistic, but it still bothered him. He would straight out flirt with you, no shame whatsoever, and you still didn’t get the hint.

“If I got into a relationship I want you to be my boyfriend.”

“Cool.”

When he confessed he had to make it so obvious. He had a sign and some candy and went to your apartment at night.

The sign said “will you be my boyfriend?” Can’t get more obvious than that, can it?

”Is this sarcasm of some kind of prank?”

He climbed into your room, discarding the candy and sign. “No. I would like you to my boyfriend.” He looked you in the eyes, “I’d like to be with you. Now and forever.”

“I don’t know about forever…” you both chuckled at this. He knew you weren’t lying but he’ll keep you, one way or another. “I’d like to be your boyfriend to.”

He cupped your face and kissed you softly. Enjoying the moment that he knew will forever be engraved into his mind. “Could use some chapstick.” He’s second guessing his thoughts.

Relationship:

He’s always by you. He’s like a guard dog, if someone hints at something he doesn’t like, he’s staring the down until they leave.

If they say it out right to your face, you’ll have to hold him back. But it’s fine, you usually say something back.

”That’s irrelevant, like you.”

He was in the floor laughing about it, proud to. He even told his uncle and that’s when his uncle knew he liked you.

Although it’s a little hard when Miles wants something. If he hints at it it goes over his head. “You know I’m cold and lonely over here.” “Get a blanket and just talk to me.”

He appreciates your honesty…somewhat.

”That color doesn’t look good on you.” “…thanks.”

”It’s not your best cooking but it’s not your worst.” “I’ll keep that in mind.”

”Maybe-“ “No.”

He loves you.

Just stop testing him from time to time. and if anyone says the same thing, he’s about to send people to the hospital.

[c4t1uv3r]

Why is all x black!reader smut and like really dark?? Like i want fluff and every time I look for that I see some fic where reader gets kidnapped or sum bs. A BITCH IS TIRED‼️

[brights-place]

Spider Noir X a Modern! S/O

Pairings: Spider Noir X Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Mentions of Nazi's, Fighting

A/N: SPIDER NOIR DATING HEADCANNONS YIPPEEE! also you speaking shall be colorful af!

- GOD I LOVE SPIDER NOIR NEHEHEHE

- Mother fucker is colour blind as fuck! so if you get him anything colorful he would just stare at it in confusion and guess what colours they were

- This man lives in 1933 so you stare at him when he says the most random insults

- He loves egg creams so you literally stare at him with the most confused face like away as he raises a eyebrow at you as you question what it is which it's technically a milkshake

- THIS GUY IS A HUGE GENTLEMANNNN!

- Do the cliche romantic things which for some reasons always gets you to laugh which he enjoys to hear staring at you lovingly

- He would always be out fighting Nazis and fascists while you would tend to fall asleep on his bed while he was out

- If you know his identity as spiderman he just stares at you when he needs his spiderman outfit - He has caught you wearing his goggles and trench coat for a party you were going to yet you hadn't asked him and just wore it checking yourself out in the mirror "What are you doing with my goggles and coat?" You screamed in fear before grasping your chest panting "Holy shit! Peter"

- When he is stressed he likes to come over to your place or find wherever you are and hold you close to him

- Whenever he can, he gets you flowers to show his appreciation and tells you each meaning... the thing is though he stares at the one that is beautiful shaped cause well this man doesn't know his colours

-It will take so LONGGGGG but your first kiss with him is so romantic. He’ll make sure you won’t forget it and would hold your waist

- Definitely uses old fashioned nicknames for you like sweetheart or darling like IM SQUEALINVAGYHUEV

- Since his world is black and white, he loves colors and youshowing him each one and he would try and learn

- When you were showing him how the iphone worked he stared in bewilderment

- Spiderman noir would sometimes practice his jokes on you and would sometimes practice infront of the mirror in your bedroom or his bedroom depends on where both of you are sleeping - "I'm an investigative reporter. You know what that means? It means I collect facts, and I figure out the story. And when I determine who the bad guys in the story are, I punish them" Your boyfriend says dramatically as the wind hit his outfit infront of the mirror for practice to go on his protocols as always as you stare at him in your pajamas with the most confused look "Peter its 12am what the fuck!"

- When you guys are going home after a date or an outing he’ll let you ride his back as he likes to carry you while webbing home!

- Love language probably quality time and acts of service

- He likes to check up on you most of the time

- He doesn’t show up too much to come off as clingy and he doesn't want you to think he is a asshole sometimes too when he doesn't see you much

- Shows you off with pride and flexes for having a gorgeous partner and loves and cares for you so much

reblogs + comments are appreciated ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

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[iil0v3a]

A Place to Call Home m.list

spider-verse m.list main m.list

pairings : spider-verse x gn reader (platonic)

summary : y/n never had people to call family until they meet a certain group of spider's

cw/tw : found family trope, angst, reader's canon event just happened, miles' saved his dad in this story, e42 miles and e1620 miles see each other as brothers, father figure miguel and peter, mother figure jess

1. A beginning to an end

2. Meeting them

3. TBD

taglist : @soundsfunbutno

[dreamywriter143]

Hey everyone!

I have a Miguel O’hara x SpiderReader fic in the works (I’m also finishing up the current fics ya’ll are waiting for!) and I need help figuring out a title for the fic! It’s a Enemies-to-Lovers troupe if that helps! If you don’t like any of the options below please feel free to comment your suggestions! If I choose your idea I’ll definitely credit you! Thank you all for your help and input!

[kirbyskisses]

dear non-spanish speakers writing spiderverse fanfiction (or anything with spanglish),

in spanglish you don’t switch by word, you switch by phrase.

it’s not:

“[first part of the sentence in english], [second part of the sentence in english], mi amor.”

“[full english sentence], querida.”

it’s:

“[first part of the sentence in english], [segunda parte de la frase en español], mi amor.”

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also miles is boricua, miguel is mexican. they have two different accents and use different vocabulary for certain words.

also miles is “nyourican” - a puerto rican native to new york - while his mom is directly from the island, so there are differences there, too, because his spanish is more influence by new york english. 

here’s some good references that aren’t google translate (which usually pulls from spain, a country that speaks vastly differently from latin america)

SpanishDict

WordReference

here have some random videos on different slang/spanish accents:

Puerto Rico

Mexico (1) (2)

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in spanish most words are gendered, so most feminine words end in a and masculine/gender neutral words end in o. adding ito/ita makes something cuter, smaller and more affectionate.

spanish nicknames that aren’t “mi amor”

“querido/a” - darling

“cariño” - dear (always masculine regardless, of who its being said to)

“mi princesa/príncipe” - my prince/princess

“mi rey/reina” - my king/queen

“papí/mamí” - can be used in any way; romantic, sexual, familial for one’s parent or child, or just platonically

“tesoro” - treasure

also spanish is a language that uses adjectives as terms of affection both cute ones and ones that might sound insensitive in english

gordo (fat), flaco (skinny), negro (black), blanco (white), linda (pretty), bella (beautiful), morena (brown skin), etc.

and like most languages that are not english, spanish has multiple ways of saying i love you.

“te amo” - romantic

“te quiero” - familial, platonic (although there’s nothing wrong with using it romantically)

see also:

te adoro - i adore you

te deseo - i want you

te necesito - i need you

 and, of course, they can vary regionally too.

please use this because i have read a lot of really well written things that take me out of it because the use of spanglish is terrible. don’t just go on your presumptions that spanish/spanglish works in the same way that english does.

buena suerte, gringos.

- signed your friendly neighborhood afro-latina

[ghost-with-a-teacup]

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐈𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader

Summary: Everyone at HQ was convinced there was something going on between you and Miguel. Just...no one knew what. But one group of spiders were determined to figure it out.

Warnings: None! Just a lot of goofiness and a whole lot of fluff :3

When you have a superhuman with superior senses, they’re bound to be perceptive to their surroundings. Now when you have an entire lobby the size of multiple football fields filled with superhumans with superior senses, very few things will go unnoticed.

It’s why people very quickly realize that you and Miguel have…something between the two of you. It’s just that no one is quite sure what.

Camaraderie? Maybe, you were one of the first spiders to join the society.

Friendship? Perhaps, but it was known that Miguel wasn’t one to do friends. Not with the amount of loss he has gone through.

A relationship? This one seemed the most unplausible. Miguel was, well, Miguel. Stoick, cold and calculating. Meanwhile, you were you.

You had a light that drew people in, kindness that knew no bounds and warmth like a fire on a cold winter’s day.

Everyone knew the saying ‘opposites attract’, but it was like comparing night and day with the two of you. Regardless, a small little group within the society were set on trying to figure the two of you out.

~

“Ain’t no way the two are together, she’s too good for him!” Hobie argues, his legs kicked up on the table in front of him.

“I don’t know, maybe that’s why they work together. Because she makes him better?” Miles says, but his tone of voice failed to hide his skepticism.

“I think you should just leave the two of them be. Besides, what happens if you figure it out or not anyway?” Peter says, feeding Mayday as he does. Immediately a chorus of arguments breaks out from the group.

“OKAY! Okay, forget I asked,” he says with a shake of his head, while Mayday just laughs at the commotion.

They spot the two of you walking into the cafeteria making conversation none of them could make out.

“Look at them,” Gwen says, “have you ever seen the guy happier than he is with her?” she asks, and Hobie snorts.

“C’mon mate, you call that happy? Mans got that frown tattooed on his face, can he even be happy?” he says, but they all continue watching intently.

You glance over to the table they were surrounding, and they all brush off your gaze pretending as though they weren’t just studying the two of you like specimens under a microscope.

You wave your hand, a bright smile on your face while Miguel only glances over for a moment before continuing to walk. You jog to catch up to him, grabbing a tray and picking up things you wanted for lunch.

They watch as they see Miguel pick up the empanada, the last one left. He pauses for a split second, holding it before turning to place it on your tray. Almost as though they were straight out of a cartoon, they freeze at the interaction.

You seem to be slightly surprised as you, saying something to him but he only brushes you off before continuing on.

“Did…that just happen?” Pavitr asks. Everyone at HQ was aware of Miguel’s fondness for the food (even if he did hurl one right at Miles when they first met), there was no way he would give one away so easily for just anyone, right?

“Somebody pinch me,” Gwen says, and Hobie jumps at the request.

“OW!”

~

Miguel never lets anyone help him out when he’s injured. That was just a known fact. He could walk into HQ battered and bruised and wouldn’t even look in the infirmary’s direction once. After depending on himself for so long, he wasn’t going to stop now. Besides, what were First Aid kits for after all?

The only way he was going to the infirmary was if someone dragged his unconscious body there themselves.

Well, unless you were there.

“Miguel O’Hara I swear to god, you better get your ass to the infirmary or so help me I will tie you up and drag you through the halls myself,” you say sternly as you both reemerge in the Lobby. The rest of the Spiders there continued with what they were doing, but their attention was zeroed in on you both.

“I’m fine,” he says, glaring at you as if trying to say ‘Just try’. Had you been anyone else, you would have backed down by now but you didn’t.

“You wanna test me right now? That was a nasty hit, I will not be letting it get infected under my watch,” you retort, and he puffs.

“This is nothing, I’ve dealt with worse,” he scoffs, and in an instant your finger shoots out, making contact with the side that got hit with the anomaly’s flames. Miguel can’t help the sharp intake of breath as the pain from the impact hits him.

Your eyebrow raises, an expression of disbelief on your face before it softens. Murmuring softly, you say something that only he can hear.

For a moment he studies your face before sighing, finally relenting. With a triumphant smile, you place a hand on the man’s broad back, leading him towards the infirmary with a gentle but firm hand.

There, Pavitr is laying in bed recovering from an awry mission of his own. The doctors had ordered bedrest for the next 2 hours at least. Superior healing or not, they were not going to risk it. So there he lay, slinging his golden bangles up and down bored before he hears the two of you come in.

“Mr. O’Hara-" a doctor’s voice can be heard, but he is quickly interrupted.

“She’s got it from here,” he says, Miguel’s tone final. A small “yes, sir” can be heard before footsteps fade away, the doctor’s office door closing once more.

“You know, you should really let the professionals help you,” your voice can be heard.

“You dragged me here, you can deal with the consequences,” he says, and you just laugh fondly before your voices quieten, murmuring too quietly for Pavitr to hear.

Curiosity builds as he recalls the conversation he and his friends had, and before he can stop himself he shifts silently to the side, just enough to be able to catch a glimpse of you both from the small gap between the hospital curtain and the wall.

There, Miguel sat on the bed, a disgruntled expression on his face but his eyes were soft as he watched you fuss over his side.

He only watches for a few seconds before pulling away, this being a clear invasion of privacy, and his boss’ privacy no less.

It wasn’t going to stop him from telling everyone else though.

~

“This is a bad idea. This is a really, really bad idea,” Miles says, grasping onto the ceiling like his life depended on it.

“It’s only a bad idea if we get caught, so Shut. Up,” Gwen says sharply, hanging from her place on the ceiling as they watched the fight from above.

Gwen had come up with the mighty fine idea of sneaking into a mission between the two of you. It wasn’t often that it happened, Miguel more often than not only went on missions with only Lyla by his side. But when he needed a partner, it was always you.

“Why did you have to bring me with you,” he whispers, “Miguel already doesn’t like me. He doesn’t need more of a reason to.”

“Because I needed backup and you can turn invisible. And let’s be real, Hobie would be laughing his ass off getting us caught, Peter would bring Mayday which would get us caught, and Pavitr is already on a mission, now shhh,” she whispers, turning back to watching the scene below.

You swung from pillar to pillar in the abandoned factory with practiced ease, a carefree laugh escaping your lips as Miguel stands on the ground fiddling with his watch.

“The anomaly’s last known location was here,” Lyla’s voice echoes out, and you let out a sigh.

“Why can’t villains have easy powers. Maybe a giant blob that is easy to take down? Why do they have to be so complicated? What’s this one again, a freaky shadow monster?” you think out loud.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Miguel retorts, glancing up toward you for a moment before turning back to Lyla. “Do a scan of the place, will you?”

“What do we say~” Lyla responds, and you giggle softly while Miguel huffs.

“Please,” he mutters.

“What was that?”

“Please, Lyla,” he says a little louder now, irritation growing in his voice.

“Already done,” the AI snickers, and he groans out loud as your laughter bounces off of the walls, a fist held out for Lyla to bump.

“The two of you will be the death of me,” he says lowly.

“Oh, don’t be like that, grumps. You’d be too stubborn to die,” you retort before tensing up, the hairs on the back of your neck rising with the familiar feeling of your heightened senses at work. The moment you sling yourself up is the moment a loud thud sounds out from where you once stood.

“Oh, I forgot to mention that the anomaly was in the far right corner,” Lyla says before disappearing.

“I really need to do a rewrite of her code,” Miguel mutters to himself.

In your previous spot emerges a dark figure, plumes of smoke emerging and dissipating from its form and allowing it to disappear into the shadows with ease.

With a simple nod, you get to work. Like a well-oiled machine, you work in practiced synchrony, bounding across the walls and slinging webs.

And just like that the anomaly is captured, the force field around it effectively trapping it for the ride back to HQ so it can be sent back to its own universe.

“That was…kinda lame,” you snicker, pulling off your mask

“Told you so,” Miguel says as he opens up a portal for you both, dragging the anomaly behind him.

“Don’t say that to me,” you pout.

“What, can’t handle the truth?” he retorts, a smirk playing across his lips as your bickering voices fade through the portal.

“…was that a smile,” Gwen asks as she watches the spot where they both had stood.

“Was that what it was?” Miles asks, a shudder racking through his body.

~

It was late at night at the HQ, and at this time everyone else had already gone back to their own universes. The few that lingered were the ones finishing up after a late-night mission.

Or, you were Peter B. Parker frantically searching through the kitchen for a bottle of milk for Mayday after a playdate with a select few spiders that went on for way longer than expected.

Mayday was an easy baby. Always happy and smiling, but that all disappears when she was hungry and you did not want a spider baby on a rampage.

“Alright, alright, give Daddy a few seconds to warm up your milk please?” Peter pleads as Mayday continues to babble angrily, crawling all over him.

She pauses for a moment, attention drawn elsewhere as she hangs off of her father’s back before leaping.

“Hey, lil spider!” You say with a laugh, catching her in your arms. “What are you doing here so late?” you ask.

“Playdate with Miles, Gwen and Hobie. Time really flew and she refused to leave until now,” Peter sighs tiredly, and you pat him on the back before putting her up onto your shoulders. “What are you doing here so late?”

You shrug, grabbing two mugs from the cupboard.

“Working late. Like you said, time really flew,” you say, but Peter knew that wasn’t the full truth.

“Working so hard that you need two cups of coffee?” he asks, holding out the bottle for Mayday to take, which is what she does happily as she snuggles up in her father’s arms.

“What can I say, caffeine doesn’t really work on me,” you grin, pouring the coffee from the machine. “Goodnight, Peter, Mayday,” you say, ruffling her red hair fondly.

And as quickly as you appeared, you disappear.

~

People didn’t often disturb the big boss man Miguel when he was working. Not if you wanted to stay on his good side.

It was even less often that someone barges into his room full of screens as he monitors the Archno-Humanoid Polymultiverse, let alone a group of them.

“We heard you talking to someone! And laughing,” Gwen says hesitantly as if she couldn’t even believe it herself. But she was invested in figuring out what the deal was between the two of you now.

“Well, do you see anyone around?” Miguel deadpans, his arms wide and gesturing around broadly. You could barely stifle the giggle as you sat on a beam high up on the ceiling, going unnoticed.

“W-well, no…But!” she says, and Miguel raises an eyebrow which makes Gwen shrink in her spot slightly before recovering. “But we heard you. There was someone here, wasn’t there?”

Hobie, ever the perceptive one tracks his eyes along the ceiling before spotting you swinging your legs with an amused look on your face. It seemed as though no one else had noticed though.

Miguel watches Hobie spot you and his eyes narrow in his direction, as if saying ‘I dare you to say anything’ to which the spider only raises his hands in mock surrender.

“No. There wasn't." He says, his tone final. "If that’s all you’re here for, I have important work to get to. So why don’t you go bother someone else, yeah?”

~

“I give up,” Gwen says, slumping in her chair. “We’re never going to figure it out.”

“Figure what out?” Jess asks, walking up to the group.

“Whether or not there is something going on between those two,” Miles says, nodding towards you and Miguel talking over in the corner of the room.

Jessica only hums, a knowing look in her eyes but she doesn’t say anything. Only asks a simple question.

“What makes you think so?”

“Everyone here knows that there’s something there, even if they want to admit it or not. She’s one of the few people he tolerates, they’re together almost all the time and he actually seems happy around her,” Gwen reasons.

“You could have just asked, you know,” you say, coming up on their conversation with an amused look on your face.

Their expressions range from flustered to simply amused and you can’t help the laughter that bubbles up as you make eye contact with Jess.

“And to answer the question,” you reach down your suit, pulling out a simple chain with a ring dangling off of the end.

“We’re actually married.”

The group goes silent for a moment, eyes wide as they stare at the necklace in your hands, trying to process your words.

Then, all hell breaks loose.

A/N: Hehe, I'm quite happy with this one :3 This is my first attempt at writing Miguel, sorry if I butchered him but I am absolutely hyperfixating on him after seeing ATSV in theatres yesterday.

Based on the prompt by @imslightlycreative though slightly changed :)) I hope you all enjoyed <3

Part two out now!! Read it here.

[unluckiestmember]

headcanons for dating The Spot / Jonathan Ohnn? He’s so dumb i can’t help but love him <3

Coming right up!

Jonathan Ohnn/The Spot X Reader Headcanons

Characters: Jonathan Ohnn/The Spot

Tags: Tooth rotting fluff, Ohnn being Ohnn, established relationship, reassurance, quality time, gift giving, quips/jokes, slight spoilers and cute moments.

Warning: None, just a small suggestive line. But all in all SFW.

A/N: I would date The Spot honestly! He seems like a big sweetie that just had bad luck.

Before the Collider

Ohnn isn’t a super mushy/romantic person, but he cares for you so much.

JOKES. LOTS OF THEM.

If there’s one thing he lives for outside of you it’s your laughter.

Whether he does it intentionally or unintentionally, he’d kill to hear that pretty little voice.

His main love languages are quality time and gift giving.

Whenever you two are inching closer to an anniversary, he will give you so many gifts days leading to it.

And on the day of, he goes all out!

Intimate time in bed is nice, but if he had to choose between that and watching a movie, he’s taking that movie.

Some days all you two do is just watch some films inside while snuggled under a blanket together.

Or he would suggest you two play a board game or two.

Whether you like it or not, you play them for two reasons; When he is playing, he’s so cute thinking of his next move.

Aaaaand he’s so hilarious when he’s winning or losing, exaggerating both.

Big fan of random facts, so don’t expect to fall asleep without hearing at least three fun facts a day.

The only time he doesn’t hang out with you is at work and he keeps you far away from it for your safety.

But he always promises he’ll come home and be yours afterwards.

You’re his precious jewel. And he will tell you every day.

After the Collider

When he became The Spot, you became his entire universe.

Everyone left him in his crisis to fend for himself… But you didn’t.

And he is forever grateful for that and for you.

It takes him a very long time to ease into touching you again.

He’s just scared that he’ll hurt you or throw you into another universe.

But after some practice, he can’t help but touch your cheeks and your face as much as he can.

Forget about being his jewel, you’re his angel sent from Heaven.

Even without a sustainable job, he tries his best to always give you a gift at the end of the day.

It can be a small trinket he found in the streets or during a stroll.

Or it can be something huge and harder for you both to hide.

Regardless, you are very appreciative of his actions.

Whenever he has a hard day being The Spot, he looks for you to be his shoulder to cry on.

He usually sees his spots as a disadvantage, but loves how you always tell him the pros of having them.

When he masters his powers, expect your dates to be a trip through the Spider-Verse.

He still loves to hear you laugh and will even try some quips on you just to hear you chuckle.

Whenever you smile and laugh now, it’s like he’s been sent to Heaven itself.

At first he was stealing things and being a criminal for his personal gain.

But now he’s doing it for both of you.

He does it all for you.

Never forget that.

Spider-Verse Requests are open!

Likes and retweets are always appreciated! I love you all, stay hydrated and have a good day! <3

[venuscrashed]

Both Miles X Male!Spiderman!Reader

Fem Readers DNI 18 plus DNI

Um…let me know if you want a pt 2. This kinda sucks though so….yeah. It was rushed and I hate writing in my iPad.

PT 2

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Miles was trapped in the spider society, all the other Spider-Man’s were arguing with what to do with him. They all knew they couldn’t convince Miguel, him being stuck in his ways, but there way one person that wouldn’t put up with him.

“Let him go.” The whole society stared at you.

“What did you say?” Miguel spat while walking towards you.

“Let him go.” You stared up at him blankly. Despite making a dumb move you were intelligent, and sly. Miguel was staring you down, killing you between blinks, due to his anger he didn’t notice you grabbing a portal. You’re intelligent, we mentioned this, but the type of intelligence where you can travel universes with a click of a button.

“He won’t be let go. He’s staying here and so are you.”

You were laughing at this point, he still hadn’t noticed but some others did. Miles, Hobie, and Peter B knew what was going on. “Really?” You asked. Before Miguel could say anything Miles blasted out of the cage and jumped towards you. The whole room was in panic. “We’re not staying. Have a nice life,” you then opened the portal and jumped in with Miles.

The portal closed before the others could join. In it, a show of colors jumped around you two, hypnotizing you two. You two didn’t even see you were being sent to the wrong universe. The DNA of the person sends you to their universe, Miles is coded for another one. His spiders one.

The portal opened and you two were pushed out onto a building. You landed on your feet while Miles rolled onto the floor. You bursted out laughing. “It’s not funny. I’m not use to it like you are,” he groaned. Despite his attempts you were still laughing, practically rolling on the floor. He sighed and got up, leaving you behind while he went to his apartment.

You didn’t care that he left, by the time you stopped laughing he was out of sight. It’s not like you could go to his house, you’re dead in this universe. You’ll just go visit after in a bit. In the mean while you were fixing your portal, setting it up to go to your universe. You flipped it over and opened the screen. In bright blue the portal told you where you were, Earth 42. “No.” You screamed, “No, no. No. No. No!”

Without hesitation you started to go to Miles apartment. Him being with his family could mess this universe up. If anything happened he could not go back home and ruin his as well. The wind raced past you as you flew through the air. Within minutes you were at his apartment. On top of his building you started to make way towards the door, but bright colors were blinding you in the corner of yours eyes. Turning around you saw a mural of his dad. “This isn’t good.”

Putting the prices together you realized something, Ike’s wouldn’t be near if his dads dead, he was Aaron. “This idiot.” You groaned and swung to his uncles place. Only being there once before you soon found it. It was more or less the same as Miles universe, just darker.

Through the window a faint light was lit. The apartment looked nicer, this Aaron had more taste. Scouting the room, you saw your Miles on the punching bag. Before you got the chance to save him his uncle walked in. This one had a different aura, and if he was anything like the last one he’s the prowler. This Aaron walked around, Miles was trying to talk it out, inaudible words leaving his mouth. You could tell he was nervous, scared even. Aaron stood by a table, Miles still talking. Aaron had the prowler glove on and before acknowledging Mile she punched the punching bag on the side he wasn’t on. It took you so much strength to not jump into the room to save him.

Miles was even more scared now, but he soon became overwhelmed with his spidey senses. He looked to the top of the roof and a purple glow filled the room. Two eyes stared at him, they jumped down and stalked towards Miles. Aaron tossed the glove to him and backed up, the electric mask came off and soon Miles was staring at his own face. More words were said, Miles losing his cool demeanor earlier from the spider society. He had fear in his eyes, it all clicked with what happened in this universe. He tried saying something but his spidey senses went off, it was you.

He now had confidence knowing you were going to save him. You jumped off the roof and go to a high point on the other building. You still saw the silhouettes of the three in the window, their body language loud and clear. Miles was relaxed asking something, the other Miles tensed ready to punch him. “You so own me Miles.” You launched a web, swung, and crashed through then window.

42 Miles jumped back his mask back on. You slowly stood up, the moon light announcing you to the room. You stared him straight in the eyes as he froze. Without looking away you sent Aaron back with your webs before he could say anything. Your Miles had broke out of the chains and walked up to you, looking back at his alternate self.

“Because mine’s still here,” he continued their conversation from earlier. You didn’t have to look but you can tell he had a smug look in his face, this is going to be one long night.

[natashowlet]

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[tulipfantasies]

Hello!! I love your Gwen x fem readers! I was wondering if you could do one where Gwen is comforting a stressed out overworked female reader. I’ve been struggling so bad with college and it’s not the vibe 😭 I swear I’ve cried like 10 times this past week. Thank you🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

hi yes ofc i can! i hope things get better for you with college.

stress relief | g.stacy

pairing; gwen stacy x fem!reader

summary; you were riddled with stress so gwen takes it upon herself to help you destress and relax.

characters; none other than the mention of a lecturer/professor.

warnings; fluff for my girl, established relationship, mentions of overworking and r procrastinated (relatable), gwen plays with r’s hair and no usage of y/n.

my notes; thank you for requesting (it's my first one hehe), i hope you liked it. the layout/pictures are messing around and it's pissing me off, sorry 'bout that.

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You felt as if you were suffocating with the never-ending amount of stress you were under.

It was exam season, and like any person practically wanting to fail their course, you had chosen to procrastinate and actively avoid the idea of knuckling down and studying for it. A stupid idea.

So in a mad dash to absorb any information you possibly could, you gather any handouts they have given you, your class notebook, and a crap ton of stationery.

Your desk, which looked as if a bomb had gone off on it, was littered with coloured pens, highlighters, and many unorganised papers.

5 hours and 3 cups of coffee later, you were sitting at your desk with your head in your hands as your eyes frantically glanced over the neon pink highlighted paragraph.

You found yourself re-reading the paragraph over and over again for what felt like the umpteenth time in one hour. None of the words on the pages made sense, no matter what colour they were highlighted in.

You immediately drop your head from your hands and let it rest on your desk with a small thud, following it with a loud groan of frustration. The papers you rested your head on clung to your forehead briefly before dropping lightly back onto the desk.

"How many cups of coffee have you drunk so far?" Her voice breaks the forced silence, causing you to jolt ever so slightly in surprise. You didn’t even need to look to know who the voice belonged to; it was Gwen, your girlfriend.

"I don’t know, maybe 2 or 3?" you mumble as you lift your head off the desk so you can rest your chin on your folded-up arms. You could see Gwen shaking her head in disappointment in your peripheral view.

In your stressed state, you let it slip from your mind that you and Gwen had previously made plans to hang out with each other.

You didn’t make massive plans, but you both agreed on watching several movies with a crap ton of snacks to choose from. Movie night with Gwen sounded like the one thing you needed most right now, but you can’t let yourself push it back more.

Gwen sighs and pushes herself off of your door frame so she can step further into your bedroom. She plops down on your bed and silently watches, with a frown curling onto her lips, as you dive back into studying.

"You are going to make yourself ill with all this coffee and stress." She comments quietly as she folds her arms over her chest.

She wasn’t disappointed; she was worried.

"Gee, thanks, Captain Obvious, for that observation." You unintentionally snap back at her with a roll of your eyes. Stress mixed with a lot of caffeine can make you agitated and prone to snapping. Gwen knows this. "I would’ve never figured it out on my own."

Her obvious comments didn’t help your stress much, and neither did your side job, which was writing news articles for The Daily Bugle, which was constantly adding and changing your shifts, forcing you to work unreasonable hours.

You were studying for a journalism degree, and yet you would’ve never thought you’d be writing all those ‘Spider-Menace’ articles about Spider-Woman.

You sigh heavily as you think over your poor choice of words before letting the regret immediately begin battling with your stressed emotions. "I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you. I’m not thinking straight.”

"It’s okay, babe," Gwen replies calmly as she begins making her way over to where you are sitting.

She slowly snakes her arms around your shoulders and rests her chin on top of your head. "You are under a lot of stress, and on your third, no doubt fourth, cup of coffee, you were bound to snap."

Being used to the comfort of her touch, you immediately melt beneath her embrace and silently thank every star that glistens in the inky black sky that you have someone like Gwen in moments like these.

A shoulder to lean on when things get rough. "Tell me all about it, honey." She adds on in a quiet tone.

Those words were all that was needed for the floodgates to open and the unstoppable rambling to begin.

You told her every little detail, right down from the journalism exam you have to cram all the studying into how much of an awful man J. Jonah Jameson is for making you write horrible things about Spider-Woman (all Spider-Woman was doing was bringing safety to New York).

You didn’t want to work there for much longer, but you loved writing columns for newspapers, so you were torn.

Throughout your rambling, which ultimately lifts a weight off of your shoulders, Gwen’s fingers work on moving strands of your hair from out of your face and behind your ears, her hands pulling it up into a loose ponytail so it is well out of your face a second later.

She leans down to place a soft and sweet kiss on your cheek before placing her hands on the back of your chair and swivelling it around so you are now facing her.

"You need to take a break, babe." She says it calmly, though it sounds like she is demanding it. She slips her hands in between yours and gently pulls you out of your chair and onto your feet.

"Ms. Wright won’t be happy if she finds out that I’m not studying enough for the exam, Gwen." You mumbled tiredly as you gently squeezed her hands, which she reciprocated immediately. "I can’t take a break; I need to study for my exam."

"What Ms. Wright doesn’t know certainly won’t hurt her," she replies as she begins to very slowly walk backward in the direction of your bed, dragging you along with her. "You need to take a break before you make yourself worse."

You let out a sigh, both in frustration and relief, before nodding your head and dropping your hands from hers so that you can climb on top of your mattress and comforter.

Gwen follows your actions, but this time she has your laptop tucked underneath her arms and shifts to place the laptop on the mattress in front of you.

She lets you sign into the laptop and pull up the search engine before nudging the laptop back in her direction so she can scroll through Netflix for a film that you can both watch.

After several minutes of disagreeing on what type of film you want to watch, you both agree, and soon the opening credits of the film are rolling.

You let your heavy head gently drop onto her shoulder before sighing lightly and nuzzling in closer to her. Without giving it any thought, Gwen wraps her arms around you as her eyes remain on the laptop as she watches the film, which has not yet started.

"How much sleep have you gotten?" She whispers above the dialogue of the character on the screen.

"Few hours max." You reply quietly.

Now that it was brought up, your eyelids were feeling very heavy, as if something was weighing them down to the point where they were almost drooping closed.

"How on earth you are still standing is beyond me," Gwen mumbles over the dialogue before letting her hand drop into your hair so it can comb through very slowly, despite the fact it was in a loose ponytail.

Your eyes flutter shut in relaxation as her hands brush past each small knot and tangle in your hair.

"Not fair," you whine softly at her touch on your head. It was so relaxing and loving. "You know I like it when you play with my hair. You are trying to get me to fall asleep."

Gwen chuckles at your soft whine before smirking to herself. "It’s working, isn’t it?"

"Yeah, it is," you mumble tiredly as you let your eyes flutter closed from exhaustion.

At this point, the movie served as background noise for your quiet conversation. Thankfully, you’ve both watched it before, so you weren’t missing out on much.

A tidal wave of comfort and warmth washes over you as she continues to brush her hand through your hair. She is lulling you to sleep.

"You know, I have every faith in you, honey," she whispers as she places a soft kiss on the top of your head, which causes you to smile softly. "You are going to pass your exam with flying colours."

"Yeah, you think so?" You whisper back as you very briefly lift your head off of her shoulder to look at her.

She smiles warmly down at you and nods firmly. You lower your head back down onto her shoulder and let her words settle in.

"I know so, babe," she says, shrugging her shoulders, which makes you chuckle tiredly at the sudden movement of her shoulders. She leaned down so her hot breath was brushing onto your skin and that her lips were ghosting yours. "You’re too smart and unbelievably gorgeous not to."

"Shut up, you dork." You blush at her words before reaching up to gently and playfully push her face away from yours, making her chuckle.

"I’m your dork," she murmurs before lightly pressing her lips against yours. Her hands continued to brush through your hair, ultimately messing it up so it was back in front of your eyes. "Now, try and get some sleep, alright?

You didn’t need to be told twice. Your eyelids were too heavy to disagree with her, so after fighting back the urge, your eyes soon slipped closed, and your breathing went shallow and steady.

An indication that you had fallen asleep on Gwen’s shoulder (which she’d never complain about).

You had finally let yourself relax after stressing yourself over studying for your exam, and Gwen couldn’t be happier knowing that her attempts to relax you worked in an instant.

Knowing that she couldn’t do much more with you laying your head on her shoulder, Gwen decided to join you in sleeping.

She slowly leans forward and logs out of your laptop.

She pushes your laptop away from the two of you before wrapping both of her arms around you and slowly shifting so the both of you are now lying on your backs with your heads on the pillows. Her head slowly drops so it is resting on yours before she lets herself fall asleep.

Together in each other's arms, where it was safe.

You passed your exam with flying colours (just like Gwen said) and even received the highest mark out of the class. Gwen was ecstatic when you told her that you passed, so much so that she practically suffocated you with the hug she gave you.

And as for The Daily Bugle, you quit the second you got a chance and went into a far better job that paid far more and got you writing much better columns for their papers.

Every single day, you find yourself thanking every star that glistens in the inky black sky that you have someone like Gwen.

She’s your rock and the one you love the most; you’d be lost without her love and support.

[iil0v3a]

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[nebulous-library]

Okay my warmup Lyla headcaons turned into like, an almost 3k long thing....

They're basically hcs about her making miguel build her a body so she can do like,,,,, normal couple shit with you. It's kind of in like, four segments that include a.) the designing process and surprising you for the first time, b.) just some cute fluffy stuff you'd do together, c.) first kiss, and d.) misc hcs about doing the horizontal monster mash with her

[wyvernest]

mating szn

part 1 (part2)

pairing: miguel o'hara x f!gf!reader

warnings: smut, fluff, scent marking, primal play, rutting miguel, possessiveness, reader is ovulating

summary: miguel comes home feeling extremely needy

You're preparing dinner when you hear the opaque glass doors of your shared mansion open for your lover to come in. It's almost midnight, and it doesn't take you longer than a few seconds to realize how tired he has to be.

Miguel walks into the open kitchen, frowning. 

"Baby! I missed you!" You jolt to him, pans clattering dangerously as you throw them aside, careful enough not to ruin your work but swiftly enough to get to him as fast as possible.

You curl your arms around his neck, standing on your tiptoes, pressing your chest flush against his hard pecs. His hands grab at your hips, absentmindedly and by habit.

"What's wrong?". You place a gentle, loving hand on his cheek, trying to meet his gaze. But he's not looking at you. His eyes are darting all over your face and body, brows still creased. 

He could feel it, your scent. A collection of the whole day, everything you've done. The food, the places you've been. He feels like it's been so long since this morning, when he woke up beside you, kissing along your neck. 

He feels a surge of blood rush from his heart and through his lucidity, a shot of adrenaline inexplicably taking over him.

You don't smell of him anymore. Anger bubbles in his chest as he thinks of all the people you must've talked to around HQ, who didn't smell his strong musk on you, who had no idea you belonged to him.

He's never felt like this before. He brushes the unfamiliar feeling aside for a moment, grounded by the silent plea in your eyes.

"I'm good. Just a bit tired." He brushes wild strands of baby hairs out of your face, finally matching the loving look you've greeted him with from the start.

He leaves you to finish the meal and steps into the shower, hoping that an ice cold stream would cool him down. Only it doesn't do anything but worsen the situation.

The second he feels the water spray hit his body, he flinches, unlike the usual relief he gets. His skin is abnormally feverish, the ghost of your body in his arms taunting him further into madness. He soon finds himself desperate to get out, to be reunited with you and the warmth only you could ever provide for him.

Images of your supple body breaking in his embrace flood his already lust crazed mind against his better judgment, and he feels his cock fatten slightly at the memory.

When he takes it in his hand, he nearly starts bucking his hips into his hold, sensitive and insanely needy. He imagines you in the bathtub with him, arching your back over the edge, spreading your legs for him to pound his cock into you under the hot stream, your moans echoing and ringing into the stone tiles.

He can't take it anymore. His body aches for your touch and attention.

Exiting the shower, he pulls a pair of loose boxers up his thighs, the only thing he can tolerate with the fever that has taken hold of him so suddenly.

And then, he focuses on the image of you, standing where he left you, gently stirring in a bowl. You're wearing one of his t-shirts, draped down to the middle of your thighs and over your elbows, an oversized dress. 

He approaches you, wrapping his arms around your front and waist, dropping a fraction of his weight on your back just to keep you from moving or fighting against it. You throw your head back, closing your eyes.

His head drops to your neck, kissing here and there, exhales smoldering hot on your throat, stopping momentarily to deeply inhale your scent. Among all others, there is a distinctive smell of you, of your arousal and need for him that drives him mad.

"Wait- Miguel, let me finish this-" You protest, your creamy tone betraying your true intentions. 

He groans, kissing your naked shoulder, his hands squeezing your form in front of him. 

All tasks are ultimately abandoned as he pushes you against the counter, his defined abs hitting your back, the marble surface cold against your thighs. He presses his fat, hard cock up against your plush ass, his hands fondling your breasts through his shirt, groaning low and quiet in your ear. 

With his biceps curled and constricted around your navel, your body goes limp in his hold, trembling ever so slightly as his warm, broad palms squeeze the soft flesh of your tits. He pushes them together, massaging gently, almost experimentally. He flattens them with the heels of his palms softly, only to them constrict his fingers around them so perfectly, fondling and groping away.

"Mm- Miguel, oh-" You breathe out, finding balance on your hands, arching your back into him. You feel your core pulsate with need, swelling up under his movements. You're almost completely wrapped up in his massive body, with nowhere to go. 

And just then, you accidentally knock a knife off the counter, startled when it hits the marble floor with a loud clank. He jumps, backing up from your body. Your face is flushed, eyes half lidded, breath heavy, nipples perked under the thin cotton. Landing back to your senses, you move to bend down and pick it up.

His eyes automatically snap to your round ass and the dark wet spot on your panties that invites him so blatantly to shove his cock in between your pussy lips. 

He can't help it. He can't control himself anymore.

Balance leaves your position as you feel his rough, eager hands grip your hips, harshly pulling you back into him. The plumpness of your ass hits the girthy shaft of his cock, but before you can look for the lost balance with your hands in front of you, he thrusts his erection up against your clothed cunt, making you whine in need.

"Ay, mi amor-" His voice is rugged and satisfied, laced with a deep groan. A broad palm hits the side of your behind, making the tender flesh ripple against his hard-on. "Te necesito muchísimo ahora." (I need you so badly right now.)

You yelp, perplexed, instinctively grabbing his wrists for balance. He pulls you up with your back against his chest, splaying a cursory hand across your abdomen, sending shivers thundering down your spine and butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

"Miguel!" You playfully fight against his possessive hold, "Is this your way of helping me prepare dinner?!" You free yourself, giggling and letting a wide smile take over your features. Stepping back and extending your arms in front of you in an attempt to shield yourself from him, you chuckle wholeheartedly.

Seeing you resist, he lets out a defeated exhale.

"Fine. I'll be good, lo prometo." (I promise). He motions for you to come closer and trust that he'll behave. Letting your guard down, you approach the counter, eyes fixated on his playfully.

He feels your body heat nearing him, so comfortable and tempting. The smell of you, and everything that drives him crazy about your presence alone. His breaths deepen and quicken abruptly, his cock straining in his boxers, twitching freely against the material, begging to be enveloped in your wet warmth.

He looks down at you like a panther about to pounce, waiting for the perfect moment to do so. Your smile curls wider, eyes shining with lust and a teasing playfulness. His body dwarfs yours, his shadow alone making you feel puny. His shoulders are tense, the same way they are when he's on top of you, riding you into next Tuesday.

He shifts to place a clawed hand on the counter, the sharp edged digits tapping against the surface catching your attention momentarily in the corner of your eye. He exploits the split second it takes you to look down to his arm, snapping and squatting to grab your thighs, throwing you over his shoulder.

"NO! You promised! Miguel! The food!" You try to reason, throwing any and each accusation you can think of, knowing that you definitely don't want him to drop it and leave you alone, truly. And he knows it. 

And that's when he feels it. With your ass on his bulky shoulder, he can smell it. Your arousal, dripping hot. His fat cock finally hardens completely, its monstrously girthy shaft poking through the shorts. 

You're ovulating.

Groaning ruggedly, he delivers a rough spank to your plump ass before pushing two fingers over the wet mound of your clothed pussy, running them over your slit, teasingly, collecting more of your scent.

He swears the only thing stopping him from fucking you raw right on the kitchen floor is your comfort.

"Okay! You win! Put me down, I'll let you fuck me."

Without a second thought, he places you back on the floor, hands on your hips, talons grazing your tender skin deliciously.

His eyes have reddened, pupils blown wide, exhales hot and labored. You don't want anything more than to wrap your arms around his neck, to press yourself into him, to feel his hard abdomen on your stomach, his pecs on your soft tits, his mouth on your neck.

But you want to see more of how needy he is.

You jolt to the stairs with no warning, climbing the winding wooden steps like a cat. You hear him behind you, his weight put onto each movement as he chases close behind, the staircase creaking under him.

Looking behind before reaching the hallway of the first floor of your mansion, you feel your panties dampen at the sight of the man and the sheer size of him, massive shoulders slightly hunched forward in focus and adrenaline, his height successfully making you stagger on your way to the bedroom.

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a/n: primal play is thoroughly discussed beforehand. insisting that your partner has sex with you even after resistance without having discussed the aforementioned resistance is abusive.